The Washington times., 1922-09-17
WHY THERE ARE NO
Flappers i'm
OLD-WORLD NATIONS

charming as the sophisticated
1t. must not be denied that the
flapper. with all her kittenish little
foibles. is an attractive little piece.
In Paris, where she is stril<ingly
, better looking than the French fe-
male. she Is the curiosity OF the
moment. She parades down the
street. while million pair Of eyes
are focused upon her. from the ter
races OF the cafes on the boulevard.
Self-conssiously indifferent. she
flaps on her way. with her fiat
heeled, sharply-pointed shoes. that
in themselves mark her indelibly
as an American. her bobbed hair
"teased" out about her head. her
small. foolish little hat dividing its
attention between one eye and one
ear--both unfortunately on the
same side Of her head.
As she struts ", with that
boyish. athletic walk of hers,
there Is not infrequently a snickcr
from the French woman, who
finds the flapper's unfeminine
pertness an excellent foil for her
own poise. There is. perhaps, an
undertone of sighs from the
Frenchman. who finds all her love-
liness wasted In her straight. boy
ish fiapper clothes.
LIKE A COUNTRY p. o.
The American Express Com
pany on the Rue Scribe in in.
tested with flappers. Poor. HARM
less Americans residing in Paris.
who find 1t convenient to get
their mail at the American Ex-
press offices, sidle cautiously
through the mob Of young things
and silently ponder the posi-.
bilities Of exterminating the dear
little pests. Some even go so far
as to swear audibly when they
find a horde Of gold, brown or
black bobbed heads clustered
around their particular window in
the mail department. In spite Of
parading their self-importance for
all the. world to see. the swearer
knows very well that nothing more
vital awaits them than tea at the
Cafe de Ia .Paix. while the affairs
Of the world rest on his shoulders.
When he thinks OF tea" at the
most famous cafe In the world, he
usually adds a mental question
mark. He knows that the flap
per rarely drinks tea. In the eyes
of the world she bravely sips her
apertif OF wine or bitters, just as
on this side OF tfie OCEAN she brave
ly carries in her bag tiny pocket
flask that possibly does or possibly
does not contain-well, let US.
say-er-milk.
And the napper dances, no less
defiantly than she drinks" In
the evening she repairs with one
Of her flapper friends to some Of
those bad cabarets in Montmartre.
where she Chicagoes or gyrates
madly through a mob of mincing
and toddling French folk. Oh, yes!
And in these naughty places, she
is naughtier than the naushtiest
when she dances cheek to cheek.
A DARING CREATURE
The flapper is such a daring
creature! She is so conscious OF
her flask and her mascarared eye
lashes. She is so absorbed by her
own absorbing personality that she
can stand several months of Paris
without any great shock to her
flapperishness.
However, let her stay one day
after 1t first flashes in upon her
self-absorption that being a flapper
Is not the very greatest thing on
earth, and she will soon be over
whelmed by the insidious influence
OF Europe, and shortly disappear
from the ranks Of the flappers.
Europe in short, will have been
once more successful In unflap-
perizing the flapper.