The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-09-27
.FLAPPERS MAY SOON
CEASE TO FLAP
They Will Not Die But Another STYLE
May Gust Them
New York Tribune)
CEASE TO FLAP

the stars that the blithe young person
known as the Flapper is about to
stride off the stage in favor of a more
subtle damsel-soft spoken, of Gre
clan lines and flowing tresses. In the
inevitable reaction from the saucy
fiapperism that has had furious if
short lived vogue. the pendulum of
fashion swings back to the ancient
ideal of draped and mysterious wo-
manhood.
Trust the. beauty specialists to
know. They have been studying fem
mime psychology almost since the
days of Eve. The innovations they
spring on US from time to time are
nothing but revivals of the old order.
There is scarcely treatment on their
elaborate and costly calenders that
cannot be traced back through the
mists of antiquity to Cleopatra.
So when they say the f1apper is 60
ing they say it with authority and a
chuckle. In spite Of her bobbed hair.
her rouge and lipsticks, she has not
been any credit to the beauty specia-
list; nor has she patronized him much.
The Grecian woman. however, is just
the type to seek his arts, demanding
strange dyes and devices to make her
alturing, mysterious, sinuous-all the
things she will want to be.
The dear and soon-to-be-dead flap
pers make no demand on the inven-
tive genius of the beauty specialist.
| They are too obvious for that.
"Dreadful young creatures, squealing
and squawking and showing their legs
the worst of them bad dreams, the
best of them powdered angels" says
Galsworthy to them.
But the coming woman-what of
her? What after the 1apper?
The beauty parlors are already pre-
pairing to meet the classic urge, what
ever form it may take. Their powers
are almost unlimited as it is. Who
is to know in this country, where arti-
fetal adornment is carried to it's high
est degree of technical perfection,
just where unvarnished beauty and
the veneer begins? There is no d.
viding line. The most homely of
girls can go behind the clinging, per-
| fumed portieres of the beauty parlor
with full purse and dull eyes. Two
hours later she may emerge money
less but radiant with a complexion of
the proverbial peaches and cream,
eyes that sparkle and hair that is
lustrous and carefully coiffed. There
was time when nature alone was
| believed to endow one with all these
things. But now it is a matter of
dollars and cents, of the henna dye
and permanent wave, the manicure,
massage plucked eyebrows and deli
cate tinting of cheeks and lips.
They did it in ancient Greece and
Rome, in medieval Europe and in the
everlasting Orient, but nowhere in
such rapid and competent fashion as
they do in New York now. Cleopa-
ira spent all of the time she could
spare from breaking mems hearts in
having herself beautifed with strange
dyes and pigments, perfumes and
messages. In the French courts of
the seventeenth century it took the
lovely ladies all day long to prepare
for the ball while they were curled and
crimped, tinted. powdered and tight
laced. Even in puritanical Victorian
times we are told that every one but
the Queen herself, who admitted she
wore dowdy bonnets, gave much time
and thought to the question of per-
sonal beauty.
| But with the ultra modern Cleopat-
IA it is a matter of an hour or two at
most. Even the movie queens, whose
beauty is their stock in trade, cannot
afford to spend all day, or even half
a day, having their compilations, hair
and figures brought to the necessary
degree of perfection. In an age of
emancipation the beauty parlor comes
up to the scratch by turning out its
marcelled products in an hour or two,
leaving them time to attend to hus-
bands, babies, careers, business, social
duties or whatever their meter hap
pens to be. The fascination of all the
ages is found within its cubicles. 1t
holds the secret of such charm as
American women possess. The beau
tifying process may go only skin deep,
| but at least the finish is there. and it
is no longer a question of how pretty
or how plain girl is, but how clever
she may happen to be in the art of
makeup, her selection of clothes, her
instinct for colors.
If a New York girl is ever seen
without her war paint she is caught