THE FLAPPER.

Evening Star, Issue 18318, 4 July 1923, Page 3

THE FLAPPER.

The flapper of to-do,v is the same as the flapper in grandmother's and l mother's time, only perhaps a lititle more advanced 'and in keeping with the times (says the ■Melbourne ‘Ago’). She seems proud of line name, too. and acknowledges same with a toss of her Buster Brown crop. In the mornings she leaves it till the very last moment io get out. of hod, then all her spare time goes towards the subject (or art) of dressing. Who would, be bothered wasting time on breakfast when there are such Slings as noses to powder and lips to “touch up." No longer is the powder box kept out of sight of mother and tiro stick of lip salve put carefully away. Bath are now left fully exposed to view on the dressing table. Floating out of the gale, with bnrely enough lime to reach town hy 9 o'clock, our flapper starts the day’s routine. By real hurrying she reaches the office- just before tho chief arrives, and as long as ehc is there in time to dust his table and fix things np for him, what matters? She wonders, .however, how she will be able to go through and work all day, hut is spurred on to the end by the thought of the night. She would rather go without her lunch than miss tho 'Palace mid all the fnn that, goes with it. Our modern miss finds time during the morning to cat her lunch, which means saving twenty minutes or so at lunch time. When lunch time, arrives off she goes to “do the Block.” To some onlookers it may seem a waste of time just strolling over the same ground every day; but then you have to be a flapper to understand 1 it.

Tho clashing youths one meets at evenings and dances all congregate on the Block

at lunch time.

At 5.30, when Miss Modern is ready for home, she looks a much brighter little person th-an when she arrived at. the office tlie same morning. She has a brightness in her eye, and excitement, has brought a natural pink into both cheeks. But poor mother always suffers on those Palace nights. Dinner, of course, must be a little early, and l then there is generally a. frock or Blouse that our flapper is “sure mother wouldn’t mind' pressing,” as she herself has so many things to get ready. Mother only sighs and wonders “ whether it is good for her little, girl, this dancing Palace. She gets home so late.” At last all is serene, and the modern miss is off for the night to dance away her tired' feeling, a.ndf the soles off her shoes. She arrives home fairly late, to snatch whatever sleep she can get, for in the morning she must he off to that awful office. After all, see the fun there is in life, in being a girl, better still if you are a pretty one. So who wouldn’t be a flapper?