. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . e, in public, with the cele-brated Mr. Barnes, and we were lauded withbursts of applause and must dance again, andhe remarked to mother afterward that Idanced as well as his wife. And not only did Mr. Barnes deign to no-tice me, but he had a friend with him—a , also from New York--who askedmother if he might be permitted to dance withme, and even he sought my arm for a secondtime during the evening. Both were hand- 48 WILD WOMEN / some men. I was quite popular, perhaps alittle more so than May. She was quite Greenwith Envy all evening. So I kn
. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . e, in public, with the cele-brated Mr. Barnes, and we were lauded withbursts of applause and must dance again, andhe remarked to mother afterward that Idanced as well as his wife. And not only did Mr. Barnes deign to no-tice me, but he had a friend with him—a , also from New York--who askedmother if he might be permitted to dance withme, and even he sought my arm for a secondtime during the evening. Both were hand- 48 WILD WOMEN / some men. I was quite popular, perhaps alittle more so than May. She was quite Greenwith Envy all evening. So I knew the cause of the complaint toDad. I answered their charge of flirting with apure heart. I said quietly to Father: Father, you know I never Flirt. I hopeI have enough of your good Common Sense tobe above such Trifles. Last night I could nothelp it because Mr. Barnes chose me as hispartner instead of sister May. She is posi-tively Green with Envy and has adopted thismeans of revenge. That is why I am chargedwith Flirting with —positively green with envy. WILD WOMEN 49 I saw Father choke back a smile and so Iknew the danger was past. Sister May then burst forth in anger: My dear child (and this to me is worse thanan Epitaph from the lips of a drunken sailor)—my dear child, dont be quite so would never make a spectacle of myself do-ing an exhibition dance in public. I do not as-pire to the Vaudeville Stage—I have too muchself-respect for that I hope. If I was Greenlast night, it was because I was embarrassedalmost to death at the publicity you gave theFamily Name. Then I said to her: Then why, my dear Grandmother, do youaccuse me of flirting? Because it is the shameless truth. Allduring the Banquet you fairly ogled And you were as crude in your effortto Flirt as some Vulgar Barmaid. It wasquite revolting. And until you can be taughta little self-restraint, youd better be kept athome. I was speechless with horror, and tears came 50 WILD
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