A FLAPPER'S CONFESSIONS

NZ Truth, Issue 1151, 22 December 1927, Page 4

A FLAPPER'S CONFESSIONS

Getting About With Archie

T LOVE theatres'. •*■ I must be emphatic because I really do. 1 haven't any time for "high-brow," but I must admit of sneaking regard for __^^___ the loay neck. ~~'"~~ There's a physical simile for you. And Archie says I have such a neck-'-sometimes. But to get back to the theatre. I haven't as yet, manifested any fondness for operating theatres or theatres of war, which may be all' rigrht m their way when you want to sacrifice a perfectly good appendix or a set of splendid adenoids on the one hand, or your life on the other.

No, I like real theatres where you see life pleasantly served up with a little of the sauce piquant. (I am not a saucy girl). I suppose one should really tell how lovely it is to hear Shakespeare rendered by a good company. My present beau says that after hearing the company, the term I should use is rended. My recollection of this word is that it means torn limb from limb. Archie usually carries out his threats. Anyway, we sat out "Macbeth" together and it would not have been so bad if it really was not so bad. By that, I mean the swearwords. They were' more than expres-

sive. They were demonstrative. They kind of stood up on their hind legs and barked at you defiantly.. If it were not for those wonderful creamy chocolates I could not have possibly swallowed it. I like gaudy shows m preference to gory shows.

I don't wish to disparage dear Archie. Far from it, because he is the very quintessence of aristocracy tracing his pedigree as far back as Edward the Confectioner. That's why he is so sweet. I suppose? And I must say this for Arch. He is wonderfully learned

and well read. He has read pretty well everything from Shakespeare's "Dante's Inferno" and "Treasure Island" by Dickens to the famous "Rise and Fall" of whatever it is, by Nathaniel Gould. He's travelled, too. My experience of the world has not been gleaned through travelling, but more by sitting still. Arabia! O wonderful Arabia. Archie says it is a nice place 1 — to be out of. It must be wonderful, though, to see real sheiks stealing down on beautiful white maidens, taking them away and making them wear Yasmaks and things. Personally I am not par- 1

ticularly keen to be actually stolen by a sheik unless he gives me a written guarantee first that he has had his hair curled, his turban dry-cleaned, his moustache removed and his face massaged. I hate messy -looking sheiks. Even then, romance would be dead (like me, I suppose) if the eternal Archie didn't come riding out on a mustang, a camel or a Harley Davidson and rescue me. Archie says sheiks, as a rule, are not very good. Still, if lamto be captured by. a sheik he must be a sheik and not an exception to the rule. I always go to the pictures because

one gets closer to life there. By the way, Archie is the very personification of life — at a picture show. However, this beau of mine has very quiet tastes. He likes a good

boxing match. I like real thrills. Ronald Colman is a bit of a thrill. I do not like his moustache, though. I'm afraid I should have to wear protectors over my ears as I hate being tickled. Archie likes sea films. He trotted me all the way to the "Veribest" theatre the other night because he said he thought there was a wonderful picture called "Anchors Preferred." When we got there we found it was a girlish thing called "Ankles Preferred." I was so pleased, though. Archie SAID he wasn't. Men are like that.

I really do detest piano recitals. Every time Aunt Elizabeth comes to town there seems to be one. They seem to attract her like a candle does a moth. She knows all the musicians, too. Personally, I would not know Beethoven from Mozart if I met them m the street. You never know who's walking about, either. I loathe these duty entertainments that really tax

your jawe with yawning.

My hat! To think of the hours I've spent with Wagner and company when I could have been doing something useful — really useful — m life by improving my knowledge of film stars with the helpful aid of. Archie. Oh well. I suppose a flapper's life must contain many flaps and flops. . . Mum is calling. . . Bath is ready. . . Be good, dear heart, that is as far as compatible with your most artistic temperament. Toodle-do. See you all of a sudden. — M.S.