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# "Sauce for the Flapper" by Gardner Rea This page satirizes 1920s flapper culture through a dialogue between Betty (representing modern young women) and an older character ("The Idle Witch"). The humor targets the generational clash: Betty defends flappers against criticism, while her elder warns that modern girls' behavior—staying out late, rejecting traditional propriety—will lead to scandal. The cartoon illustration labeled "The Idle Witch" depicts a fashionable woman in 1920s style. The satire suggests that critics (represented as witches) unfairly condemn flappers for simply embracing contemporary freedoms. The piece mocks both the older generation's moral panic and their tendency to dismiss young women's independence as mere frivolity rather than genuine social change.
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| | a HE day will come,” announced Betty impressively, “when the eyes of the world will be opened, and we poor flappers will come into our reward. As it is now, we're merely sowing to the wind.” “As an eye-opener,” I replied, “the flapper has already made good. Thanks largely to that same wind. “Yet, in spite of everything,” continued Betty unruffledly, “in the face of simply oceans of unappreciation and suspicion, the flapper has succeeded!" “Only comparatively, old thing—not positively. You're no longer merely a flap, I'll admit. But neither are you yet a flappest.”” “Wit,” said Betty severely, “in a seri- ous discussion, is always misplaced. Not that this applies to you, my dear. Yours was misplaced at birth, and hasn't turned up since. “Touché, Gunga Din!” ND the worst of it is, criticism is always so ignorant and shortsighted. What if the first man-monkey had been laughed out of his desire to be something Eye-dears By GARDNER REA different! more horrible?” “Lots of things,” “T've read the Russian novelists. The Idle Witch 3 I said cheerfully. And at Sauce for the Flapper Can you think of anything least we'd have been much more accom- plished straphangers. The Interborough might look into it, at that. Perhaps it’s not too late.” “Well, I for one,” retorted Betty scathingly, “don’t intend to marry a monkey. And remember it’s not too late for that either!” “I'll be good,” “Please go on. “Suppose, for instance, Antony had been forever nagging away at Cleopatra. Something like—like—” IKE: ‘My dear girl, please put some- thing on to-day when you go out, Clergyman’s sore throat, you know!” I suggested helpfully. “Or: ‘Really, Cleo, Ido wish you'd watch your diet; all those pearls are making you frightfully shell- fish.” I “That last,” remarked Betty judi- cially, “‘was terrible! And horribly over- strained. But at least I’m glad to see you’re coming to your senses—such as they are. Goodness knows we need en- couragement!” T encouraged her. I promised submissively. comicbooks.com