The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1924-04-06
Flapper In Love:
Presents Real
Problem

Florence, being bobbed-haired and
IT, and wage-earner pulling down SIS
per week, knew all there is to know.
3 When she attended photoplays she
scoffed disdainfully at the rural ig-
norance of blond manicures who let
themselves be persuaded into the prim-
rose path by elderly millionaires with
Riverside Drive residences and wicked
limousines. I'D soon show him where
he got off! J" she was wont to murmur,
A girls q nut to play with married
men. She has everything to lose and
nothing to GAIN
Such degree Of sophistication plain
ly is of the present time, and grand
mothers listen in terror to the Freudian
4 talk of their descendants. If girls had
1complexes'' in grandma's time, they
did not know it-and therefore were
not harmed by them.
Florence fondly boosted that she
knew how to take care of herself, as
she manipulated the comptometer or
bookkeeping. She read the yellow jour
mails avidly for accounts of the machi-
nations of subway Washers, or preda-
tory males who welded the famed
poison needle. But she cherished
dreams of sbeik with patent leather
hair who combined the charms of
caveman and knight Grant. She
( was not aware Of any Inconsistency
4 when she fell for the4 juvenile attrac-
i tions of snub-nosed clerk in, brokers'
office.
Hasn't he the most divine curling
eyelashes% she asked Of q confidant
who lunched with her at. the soda
/ fountain. "And did you ever notice
how he carries himself in his light
overcoat?" ..,.---e. .
"He's Irish, isn't he?" ventured her
friend, alluding indirectly to his sky
! fitting olfactory organ. Then she
/ added innocently. THAT is a lovely
I solitaire engagement ring Mayme Jack
! son is sporting"
Diamonds, in my opinion, are vuI-
gar. However, brokers always wear
them, so 1 suppose I'll have to get used
J to them. You know, my gentleman
! friend has great career on Wall
street-just ahead of him"
But Florence was tickle, and soon
transferred her affections.
at is the first step that counts"
warned the subtitles of the movies.
Beware of the man who offers wine
to young girl. He does not respect
her, and will never introduce her to his
mother :"
Her friend of the patent leather hair
and curling eyelashes did not force
champagne upon her, but an assistant
buyer in millinery firm whispered of
a little italian joint" where red ink
of the pure pre-Volstead days was dis
pensed, and over a thick coffee cup of
the juice that cheers, proposed marriage
to her.
For some months the word pictures
of Gus, who was some little painter of
domestic bliss to come, fascinated and
beguiled her. Indeed, even second
hand they charmed her dearest friend
yicariously.
Il had sworn I never would give up
my career for mere marriage, but one
lives and learns, and after all woman's
place is in the home have you seen
those adorable bungalows at Crescent
] only hope that you will find q man
so marvellous at love making! He is
just like a matinee hero did
you ever think of my eyes as deep
pools of azure, aglow with golden
CLEANS 2"
II can't say that I did, but I wish
some one talked to me in that Three
Weeks language. Isn't it wonderfully
thrilling"
eyes, and yet he's both gay and de-
pendable. You know, / used to think
Mr.. Martin, the head of our firm, was
so dignified and impressive, with his
iron gray hair at the temples, just like
the unhappy married man in problem
play, but all that is over now! l react
to youth, with its impulse and joy and
abandon
1t was all quite too thrilling until
that fatal California trip. The assist
ant buyer was sent on a flying coast
forecast business tour, and their last
evening was Swallowed by the immi-
nence of 30-day separation. "After
all, what is love untested?" he raptur-
ously queried.
A few picture postals scarcely fed
her heart yearnings satisfactorily, but
the demands Of big business doubtless
used up the strength of the traveller.
1t was by the barest chance that she
heard the cashier saying that he was
looking for Brooklyn flat for Simp.
klns, who would be back from the
him Z"
Who shall paint the tempestuous
emotions of bobbed-haired little fIap-
per? Perhaps she is not so forlorn as
the old-time heroine who waited and
watched throughout the long, long
years." the Mariana at the Moated
Grange, who wept her heart away: the
Elaine who died and was carried down
stream on her bier for her Launcelot
to gaze on.
But her soul was scared she decided
to live for art and become a great ira
gedienne.
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