[Granville-Hough] 20 Dec 2009 - The Flapper

[Trustees for Granville W. Hough]

Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 06:55:06 -0800
From: Granville W Hough <gwhough at oakapple.net>
Subject: The Flapper - 20 Dec 2009

    *Judge John H. Lincoln amused the folks of Henryetta, OK, with his 
whimsical poetry for over twenty years.  Though his children and 
grandchildren and great-grandchildren could write poetry, as Carol L. 
Hough and Nancy C. Hough demonstrated, it seems not to have been an 
inherited trait.  He could also write stories of the struggles of the 
soddy farmers of the plains of Nebraska, where he had been a tri-county 
judge before joining the "Sooners and Boomers" who overran the IT 
("Indian Territories") and established the state of Oklahoma.  In the 
1920 decade he more or less went into seclusion (from tuberculosis, best 
I can determine), but he did observe the fashions of the times.  Here 
are his comments on "the flapper," c 1925.

     THE FLAPPER

The Flapper gay has come to stay
And I dont care a cent.
She's at the fair, and everywhere
On Flapperie bent.

The clothes she wears does cause the stares
Of boys and men galore,
And if she'd dress, a little less,
The stares were more and more.

I wouldn't kiss a Flapper I say
Because I fear the paint;
She thinks it grace unto her face,
But I think, it aint.

Where'er she goes, it's on her toes
That she doth try to walk.
The Gossip's slang controls her tongue
When e'er she tries to talk.

Her limbs do show how bad they bow,
When e'er those limbs she bends.
Her dress of felt, becomes a belt -
So short at both its ends.

A Cupid's bow her doth show,
bobb'd hair that sports the breeze,
Her  hose are roll'd till bares unfold
The paintings on her knees.

If styles go on as they've begun,
What will the race befall?
Just think it o'er, slight changes more -
and then--no clothes at all

I've heard it said, they've "Homer" read;
These lines he wrote, they boast -
"That beauty formed and unadorned,
Is then adorned the most:

signed J. H. Lincoln (John Henry Lincoln)
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My wife, Carol L. Hough, only had three of her grandfather's poems.  
There must have been dozens of others.  If anyone has a collection, I 
hope you can share with me.  Granville Hough.