MISS MODERNITY’S LAMENT

Shannon News, 15 May 1928, Page 4

MISS MODERNITY’S LAMENT

The “comme il faut’ ’ of yesteryear gave grandma lots of scope. There were no bonds for us to burst; we’re given so much rope. We needn’t smoke in secret; we can flirt for all we ’re worth, since chaperonage tactics disappeared from off the earth. Our reading isn’t censored; we can join the theatre queues; and no parental veto sets us shaking in our shoes. We go for midnight joy-rides, winding up at coffee-stalls; and our trousers cause no comment at the fancy-costume balls. Our converse is as candid as our ultra-modern dress. No feminine concealments, And nothing left to guess. We’re “pals” with our knights-er-rant; and the family doesn't stare every time a new two-seater calls for Maisie or for Clare. We’re living in so free an age; so few things are “not done,” —one really does begin to feci that grandma had more fun. She'd not to go to hectic lengths to stir up any fuss; I’m sure her bondage held more thrills than freedom does for us 1

—H.S,