. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . Victim to my charms And Bill giggled. I saw Mr. Jack watching me in an awed sortof a way, and for once I knew he was aware ofmy existence. I felt awful—I was sufferingthe Torments of a Martyr, but his glance atme soothed my Agony. I would suffer thepangs of Death if I could arouse his interestin me. But Bill warded off the pending blow ofDoom from my young shoulders. 52 WILD WOMEN Victim to your charms is good, sis, he gig-gled. Maybe youll be a dancer yet, if Na-ture is kind. Dancing is not an Art but anArtifice—a clever excuse for the woman Na-ture
. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . Victim to my charms And Bill giggled. I saw Mr. Jack watching me in an awed sortof a way, and for once I knew he was aware ofmy existence. I felt awful—I was sufferingthe Torments of a Martyr, but his glance atme soothed my Agony. I would suffer thepangs of Death if I could arouse his interestin me. But Bill warded off the pending blow ofDoom from my young shoulders. 52 WILD WOMEN Victim to your charms is good, sis, he gig-gled. Maybe youll be a dancer yet, if Na-ture is kind. Dancing is not an Art but anArtifice—a clever excuse for the woman Na-ture has favored in a shapely way to displayher charms. They all start out to be dancersby taking off a few clothes at a time—first atparties, then at society balls, then at privatecharitable affairs, and so on, until they canexpose themselves in a thin veil and a sweetsmile without being laughed at. Then theycall themselves Classical Dancers, Its Na-ture, not Movement we look at in Dancing—the Artifice not the Art. Take Aunt Priss asp
Size: 1569px × 1591px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, bookidwildwomenrom, bookyear1922
