The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1922-09-20
Dorothy Dix 7clks
BIZ noRoTBS Dxx
The Tin-Horn SPORT.


4 know young girl who belongs to
the very incest sort of well-bred, WE'LL
off, refined, cultivated family. The
girl herself is a good girl, and If she
would only be her real. sweet, sensi-
BILE, domestic self, she would be most
attractive and 1ovable.
But, because she is no raving
beauty, she had decided that the way
to attract men is to be loud, and to af-
feet toughness. Therefore, she dresses
in the extreme of the style Her skirts
barely REACH her knees. her bodices
are scarcely bigger than a postage
stamp, and not so thick, and she puts
paint on her face with a trowel. More
than once has been hailed as Cutie"
by some man on the street for she
looks like the sort of women to whom
men do not need to be introduced.
This foolish girls conversation con-
sists mostly of reference to the num-
Der of cocktails she Tan drink, AMI
where to get them, and how much
money she has lost at poker, and
where the jazziest jazz palaces arc,
and how late she stayed out at a party
the night before. Most of these details
are fiction, pure and simple, for her
mother sits up for her until she gets
home at night, and the only beverage
she ever imbibes Is sarsa parilla, and
her only poker experience is in playing
with matches for counters with her
father.
The point is that this really inno-
cent and unsophisticated little girl
tries to make everybody think that
she is wild and wicked. And especial
She is white lamb posing as a black
sheep because she is under the delu-
sion that there is something pecu-
liarly fascinating to men in feminine
black sheep.
of course she has gotten herself
nod Ixy IL cd a nI1 vzyh ierN
behind their hands that she drinks
too much, and that she is a gambler,
and that she certainly is no better
than she should be or else she
wouldn't be going to certain places,
and when anyone tries to stop the
always says, "Oh, it's perfectly true.
She told me herself that she did these
things"
Now the pity about this girl, and
thousands of other girls who do ex-
actly the same thing, is that they get
the name without the game. They
have to pay the price of wickedness
without getting any of the fun of it.
They settle the score with society
for feasts that they have never eaten.
in. for music to which they have
never danced.
The woman who throws her cap
over the windmill at least gets some
fun out of the gesture. She has her
mad magenta moments, as our flu
turist friends would say. She has
some wild thrills, some devfI-may- care
days and nights that are al least
some poor consolation for NIL they've
cost her, but the little domestic stay
at-home girl who only pretends to
throw her reputation away. and who
IS nothing but make-believe vamp
gets nothing in exchange for the pre-
cious thing she filings into the gut
ter Hers is the sorriest bargain that
ever a woman can make.
She loses out ON every count. The
people she would like to know, the
solid. substantial, decent, respectable
people who live in good houses and
wear good clothes. and give good
parties fight shy of her. They don't
care to have their daughters assoc
ciate with a girl who may not really
be as bad as she is painted, but who
looks off-color, whether she is or not.