The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-01
Flip Flappers,
"Real Vamps'
and Others

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It's not the women's fault if they're
not, for never have they had a better
chance at beautiful backs and cobweb-
covered ankles.
In looking around the jazz-mad grill
room of a fashionable hotel at Spring
Lake it was not hard to see anything
one wanted and more Earfuls and
eyefuls were cheap; only mouthfuls
were expensive.
Is the jazz spirit fever contagious
as the influenza? The flapper of Is
was in the worst grip of the disease
Her hair bobbed like a dutch doll
her skirts still up to her knees, pressed
against her partners shirt, she
danced on her toes, straight as walk
| ing stick, and pouring all her soul up
into his eyes. He was. tall, spindly
young man of about 80, noobdy
younger was allowed to approach, and
rested his chin conveniently on the
bridge of her nose.
While we laugh at the fiapper, our
eyes grow large with excitement as
we behold a real vampire. It's worth
paying high to see a real vampire in
the days of cheap limitations, but the
lady is safe. Jet black hair and deep
set, dangerous gray eyes are set off
by a gown it has never been our lot
to see the like of and cannot be
copied. Her magnificent white shout
der are set off by a corselet of cloth
of gold, one couldn't call that glitter
ing strangely low-cut garment, mere
bodice, when it rises up the middle OF
the back like an old fashioned piece of
armor and fastens around her neck
by a gold chain. Flame-colored ruff
fies of chiffon soften the long, slim
tube of the cloth of gold skirt. The
front of it we can't see unfortunately
as she is pressed so close to the brest
of the gallant British captain that we
see nothing but her head resting aim
ably on his shoulder. A war hero, as
his ribbons disclose later and well
worth vamping
They pause at the end of the dance
and the vampire opens f1ame-colored
ostrich fan, and makes you say Little
girls, give up if you could be like that,
but
A lady in black with her henna-
colored hair is trying a mathematical
problem in seeing just how far she
can go before she will let her clothes
slip off entirely. Her dress hangs
Imply, exposing a long, naked V.
which includes too much spine. Her
painted cheek is pressed against her
fat, middle-aged partners, and her
painted eyes are trying to look young
and coquettish.
A girl in scarlet finished all exertion
for the evening when she fastened her
dress. She presents fair cheek for
her partner to press and they float
along in silence which is not broken
into in the intermissions.
Spangles glitter and make the most
show for the money, is the maxim OF
the party of middle-aged dowagers
and their escorts. If mermaids ever
grow stout they must look like the
scaly lady in blue who has just arisen
from her table to try the reducing
sway of the shimmy.
Have you ever watched well-bred
young colt kicking its heels and
noticed the neatness of it's trim little
heels The kicks people give in the
shimmy remind one of the gambolins
colt.
The British officer is around again
he dances in the English way with
many bens and kicks and the con-
slant whirling momentum. 1t wouldn't
be dancing to an Englishman if he
couldn't go spinning around like a
top. This time he has different
partner with wavy blonde hair and
peaches and cream cheeks and an
orchid gown is held in place by a
single trail of climbing pink roses
across the shoulder. His companions
are beauties from "the follies" no
doubt.
Every now and then there pass a
quiet little couple like ourselves,
country mice who have come out to
peep at all the fash and flare and
learn what the magazines and news
papers have been talking about, and
again there are pretty girls in exqui-
site gowns, summary and lacy as they
should be, that look like wild flowers
who have gone astray into some gay
exotic garden.
AS the world goes jazzing by we
wonder what's underneath it all. Have
these people emotions that are higher
than passion, ambitions deeper than
to show themselves on ball room
floor? Where do they come from and
where shall we meet them again when
we all troop back once more into the
work a-day world of the city?
Are they hollow and sounding brass
or is just bit of tinsel put on to hide
the drab honesty Of warm hearts?
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