Long ago I was taught that “All is not gold that glitters,” and more recently I have found out that all who flap are not flappers.
Girls who live in glass houses should always pull down the shades.
Girls with highly polished finger nails are generally the ones with runs in silk hosiery.
When women get their heads together and whisper, they’re talking about some other woman; when men do the same they’re discussing the latest recipe for home-made hootch.
A woman who will faint at the sight of a mouse will tell you that the prize fight she saw was very tame.
A friend of mine wanted to buy a vamp table. I didn’t know what a vamp table was. He said it was a table with straight legs and without anything on top.
There are some girls who, at a theater, insist upon whispering to their escort that “the man on the other side is trying to flirt with me.”
Chewing tobacco seems to have passed out with booze and suspenders. A real “man” nowadays wears a belt and a wrist watch and smokes pills.
Somebody has said recently that jazz music is the voice of the devil. But who the devil cares?
When a woman threatens to scream you can be sure she won’t.