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Flapper Jane to Dearest Bill

This letter was found in a wastepaper basket outside the Other Herald Sun Times Colonist Gazette office:

 

Dearest Bill:

What do they know of risks? My mother is tied to her life
with thick colourless stockings, and kept in check by my
father who is resolute that as women, we are really just a bit
silly. I am trying to register to vote and my father is outraged,
my mother hiding behind stifled curiosity. Father doesn’t
believe that it is a woman’s prerogative to understand voting
anyway. Since, as you know, we are silly and “prone to irra-
tional outbursts of emotion that have no place in politics.”

I fondly remember our long drives to the country before

you left. How I yearn for days filled with as many a long
drive as there are roads to drive on. I remember dancing with
you at the jazz cafe. Yesterday after dinner, I smoked a ciga-
rette as father looked on in abject amazement. Despite that, I
have sat and talked with him through clouds of his cigarette
smoke; he could barely sit beside me as I smoked our favorite
cigarettes through that beautiful, long necked, silver cigarette
holder you gave me before you left. As mother prattled on to
hide the embarrassing tides of silence.

Talking of father’s new job and the new car. New, new,
new, and yet me as a new person is still too new for them.
Mother is beside herself that I am frequenting Negro cafes
and listening to “that horrid jazz noise.” I just bought Louis
Armstrong’s new record. You would love it. I am smoking
now as I write this through the fog of tears sliding down my
cheeks as I think of you. How you would love my new hair-
cut. Short, bobbed to my ears (which I know you loved so).
Mother thinks it disgraceful. Father says that I am scandalous
and can’t imagine that I shall find scant but a thief or a crook
for a husband, inviting all that bawdiness with my short skirts
and a face made up like a lady of the night. If I hear Mother
say, “Ladies pinch dear; only whores use rouge,” again, I’ll
simply explode. They do not realize that I don’t need a hus-
band, that my word is as good as his.

How quickly they forget. I love you. That much of this is
not a fad. The short hair, the fast paced lifestyles, this is life
that we are living. That we are reckless in remembrance of
the sacrifices our fallen comrades, our fallen lovers have
made...that you left a boy and died a man.

I feel I must tear out my hair (or what’s left) and show
them this: That living is celebrating, not hiding behind a veil
of tradition that oppresses the voice of some and shouts the
words of another. That we are the new generation. That a
war has found women irrevocably changed, and that we are
better for it. Short skirts and all. I may be a flapper, a
woman still bound. But that I risked love. That I know my
life as my own. Bill. I miss you. I love you always.

—Flapper Jane

 

 

 

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The Dawn of 1922

All before wo Tite the wey:
Give the posal sete the serie,
Ail bedinne war ba the aor,
Nigit ond Darkaess ave bobbed *

4 dawn of 1922 opens for Canada and for the
world a new era of peace. progres end prosperity.
Whecan doubt it?
The dark years of wer, of pestilence and famine have
been passed and left behind, Pho. in Canada lacks faith?

To the great principle of Mutuality--Mytual under
standing--Mutual cooperation--Muteal protection —
Mutwal treat humanity owes tte roel progress aad trocet
happiness.

What te herown anernw Impwriat Gereeany refered, the Great
Allied Powers have joined te conmvier, National armament fae wee
has become » subject for micros! uaderstanding bt Lricadly covssel

‘That the Mutual principle in the dealings of mations all de
myometrabe ite amon even an it has dowe aimidas the ever-veaden.
ing Seid of hie insarance, ie the settled conviction of af] Matuahets.

Fo Gonada and to all the world comes, with she done of 1922

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