Flapper Chatter

CELEBRATING THE ROARING TWENTIES IN A SPECIAL SERIES

Princess Tatiana thinks she’s the bee’s knees in her new 50s red sequinned topPrincess Tatiana was dolled up in her glad rags, and ready to paint the town red. She was wearing her brand new red sequinned top with the black satin skirt, with its matching cap adorned with a black rose. Tonight she was off to Tin Pan Alley to hear the latest jazz the newest, most copacetic whangdoodle was banging out.

Confused? Step right up and take a trip with Princess Tatiana to the world of 1920s slang  …

Tatiana squared her shoulders, flung back the marabou boa and defiantly stepped down the dimly-lit alley, there were no bulls about, and that sweet music called her on.

“Well, look at you, little biscuit, don’t you sure look like the cat’s meow?” the bimbo leaning against the wall outside the juice joint drawled, checking out the chassis as Princess Tatiana strolled past him to go inside.

“Swell,” she snapped smartly. “Hey snugglepup, this ain’t no petting party and the bank’s closed anyway, ok? So scram.”

She don’t say that to every feller!“Aww, be nice baby. That ain’t no line – I’m on the level. I can see you’re a real bearcat – but I ain’t got no beef with that. You go on in – I’ll cut myself a piece of cake.”

“Sure, sure, but I’m bettin’ you ain’t no cake-eater, and I’m no dumb Dora. Take a check, sweetie!” Princess Tatiana thumbed her nose at this drugstore cowboy and stepped inside to shake her booty to those fine jazz tunes. It was a good thing she had her mad money with her, because she figured she’d need to make a speedy getaway if she couldn’t find a suitable alarm clock inside.

Need a translation? Peruse this flapper dictionary, and click here for more, recorded by the genuine article in 1922.

Dancing to the copacetic Mad Manoush