"Well, what do you expect me to do," she asked, "just stay in all evening?"
“She is frankly, heavily made up... pallor mortis, poisonously scarlet lips, richly ringed eyes.... And there are, finally, her clothes.... Her dress... is cut low where it might be high, and vice versa. The skirt comes just an inch below her knees, overlapping by a faint fraction her rolled and twisted stockings. The idea is that when she walks in a bit of a breeze, you shall now and then observe the knee.... [The flapper’s] haircut is also abbreviated. She wears of course the newest thing in bobs.” Bruce Bliven, “Flapper Jane,” The New Republic, (Sept. 9, 1925).
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