She’s a nectarine, a pippin and a peach;
She’s emotional and sexual and highly intellectual
And equally effectual in each.
She’s a jolly little sport with the boys of every sort,
In the college, in the court or in the camp—
Though her years may handicap her,
Why the flapping of the Flapper
Isn’t in it with the vamping of the Vamp, Vamp, Vamp,
Of the variable, veritable vamp.
Nothing “highbrow” about that—yet we can picture a crowd of Minneapolis undergraduates sitting beside a big pine tree at our Breezy Point lodge on a moonlight night. We shall let you complete the portrayal. It isn’t poetry, just as Gus says, and it isn’t highbrow like the “Tale of the Shirt” and the “Lily Breasts.” But, it should go ringing down in cabaret history with “Cheer, Cheer, the Gang’s All Here”; “Shall I Get You Now or Must I Hesitate?” and other classics of the post-prohibition age.