The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-07-09

The Sunday morning breakfast was late, as usual. Mother was at her place on time. Fred, the son. was seated by the time the hot cakes came on. Father arrived before the coffee was quite chilled, but the flapper daughter unfolded her nap kin after a nasty greeting at the same time her brother lit his cigar cite.
 q must say. my dear Lucy" her father began, that you don't pay much attention to hours"
 I'll say she doesn't" agreed Fred. Either to breakfast or to bed. What were you doing out until ? a. m. this morning. sis?''
 Why, practicing my game, of course" answered the flapper.
 Your game? What game?' in- quired her brother anxiously.
 Fred. And from you. As if you didn't know that a woman has only one game she cares anything about playing; the game of man tanning.
 "Oh. so you were tanning a man at 2 In the morning, were you?" in- quired her father. sarcastically. Now am going to declare myself right now--this has got to stop. In my days young people were not so eager. Young women sat quietly at home and were courted; they let the man display the warmth and the ardor, they were"
 T know it dad, I know it." cried the flapper. interrupting him, with apparent remorse, but a twinkle in her eye. Tn your day women were cold as a loveless duty done, as dogs nose, a hot water bottle in the morning The tomb. Greenland's icy mountains and charity rolled togeth- CT were not as cold as the ladies you courted when you were young. Iron, the heart of miser, the lonely grave were warmth and sunlight compared to the danes who sat upon sofas sur rounded by the family while the re- spectful suitors discussed with them tatting and the surest cure for gar den worms on rose bushes. The shell of wet turtle. drifting snow, the grate bars in a summer fireplace Ire all hot tomales compared to the ladies of yesterday.
 But, dad that was yesterday. That was the way the game was played then. Remember when you went to college and played football they had mass formation and no for ward pass, the revolving wedge and 35minute halves? The game has changed. old dear, the game has changed. and so has the woman s game. All that splendidly. regularly icily null stuff about women has gone by the board. A man has as much use for a cold girl today as he has for cold soup or facts when tell ing fish story. A girl who tries to pull that absolute zero stuff nas about as much chance of getting attention as hen has of matching a codfish when sitting on a fri ed egg
 Nowadays a girl has to be alive. vital, interested. alert, full of fife. color and warmth. To the modern man girl has to be sunshine, not snow. They. don't carry mental um- brellas or dress in psych ological furs. He wants a girl with something more to offer him than vista of chilly horizons. To play the man-game to- day a girl has to be as active as a boy climbing a crab apple tree after a cargo of cramp generators. as, pleasent as an automible salesman, as warm and colorful as the sun shin- ing through ripe wheat. breeze rip pied, as liberal minded as disciple of volstead patronizing bootlegger. as good comrade as an old pipe and as independent and self reliant
 "Do you mean to sit silent, mother, and listen to your daughter defend herself for coming into the house at in the morning; Sunday morning .. and after she brazenly ad- mits she has been playing midnight game with man? Have you no sense of what young girl should be al- lowed to do? Why, when was