You're for lanky youths with whom you can talk nonsense, and laugh at silly jokes.

You belong to the type known in England as the flapper--that weird, paradoxical thing with the appearance of flagrant innocence and the mind of an errand boy.

Your unholy form of enjoyment is to put men into false positions and play baby when they lay hands on you.

Your hourly delight is to stir passion and then run into a nursery and slam the door.

You dangle your sex in the eyes of men and as soon as you've got them crazy, claim chastity and make them ashamed.