The Flapper

by Alan Crosland

Selznick Pictures

Lewis J. Selznick
presents

OLIVE THOMAS
in
THE FLAPPER
By Frances Marion

Selznick Pictures

Passed by the National Board of Review

Directed by
ALAN CROSLAND

Photographed by
JACK BROWN

 

Edited by
H. J. McCORD

 

Art Titles by
VERNON CALDWELL

 

Copyright 1920 Selznick Pictures Corporation

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Genevieve King Bill E. Forbes Richard Channing Senator King Hortense Tom Morran Elmira Buttons Miss Paddles

OLIVE THOMAS Theodore Westman, Jr. Wm. P. Carlton, Jr. Warren Cook Katherine Johnston Arthur Johnston Frances Marshall Marcia Harris

Imagine a town where they didn't even have a saloon to close——and there you have
ORANGE SPRINGS.

A church social was a sporting event. Girls who hobnobbed at the soda fountain were talked about.

Now you can sympathise with a certain girl living there

Genevieve King—Miss Olive Thomas

You would hardly call the little Kings roughnecks.

BILL E. FORBES

About to enter the world of romance and a northern military academy.

Genevieve's father, Senator King—a very stern man in the eyes of his oppressed children.

The housekeeper, Miss Elmira Buttons, an old school disciplinarian.

"Miss Paddles' school would be just the place for her."

Now you can appreciate the amazing change when Genevieve's found herself a few weeks later, at a boarding school near New York.

Limbs of Satan from old family trees.

The ONCE OVER.

Hortense, a moth among the butterflies, taken into the school by the charitable principal.

Across the way—a school for budding Pershings.

CHEST HIGH

When it came to tooting his own horn, Bill E. Forbes made Sousa's band sound like a sick canary.

"Then the sailors got fresh and I mopped up the ground with 'em."

HERO WORSHIP.

"The cops kept me from knocking 'em all cold."

"Gee! I bet he could'a licked the cops!"

"I betcha!"

Boarding school studies are so dull—

But one study they all enjoyed——the natural history of the human male.

Their favorite specimen passed the school daily—a mysterious and romantic figure—

Richard Channing

They just knew he was notorious, or very gay, or perhaps an English lord—this made it so romantic.

"He looks delightfully wild and dangerous!"

"Perhaps he's a professional gambler!"

"Or an actor!"

"He might even be a wife-beater!"

"The idea! My heart tells me he hasn't any wife to beat——yet."

To meet Bill E. Forbes again thus!—Oh joy!—Oh bliss!—Oh romance!

"Girls, isn't that Forbes man a wonderful athlete?"

"He's wounded!"

"Call the ambulance. I've busted a couple o' my legs."

"Oh Bill, is there anything I can do for you?"

"You might hold my head."

"Aw gee! He ain't no hero!"

"Ski?——huh! I'll teach you to ski—"

WHEE

"——I wrote these winter sports!"

"You don't happen to know our Mystery Man, do you?"

"Don't you think he looks like a Greek god?"

"He looks like a fried egg to me."

"He rides like an old woman."

"I suppose you are an expert!"

"Sure! Ever since I was six years old I've been an EXPERT!"

"Wouldn't it be great to play hookey and go riding some day?"

"Yeh—wouldn't it——how about tomorrow?"

"You seem to be having a busy day."

The call-down was worth it—for the girls now called her Ginger.

"Yesterday he brushed his teeth——three times!"

"——and washed behind his ears!"

"Sumpin' terrible's wrong with him."

"Isn't this romantic!"

It wasn't a darn bit romantic to Bill E. Forbes. He never had handled a horse before."

"Did you notice a gentleman driving away in a sleigh?"

"No, but I saw a kid chasing one."

"At present I am a guest at Miss Paddles' school."

"I pass there every day—nice lot of youngsters."

"We're nothing of the kind. They force us to act like silly youngsters, but——"

"—can you imagine a woman of my age having to wear a Peter Thompson?"

"How old are you?"

"Oh—h—h, about twenty."

"We're giving a dance at the Country Club tonight. Can you go?"

"Yes——I'll go."

"What time shall I call?"

"Don't call. I'll meet you there—at ten."

"You wouldn't dare—"

"A woman dares anything for the man she loves."

"To think she's leading a double life! Isn't it wonderful!"

Poor Bill E. Forbes had the cornet blues.

"Goodness gracious! Another of my lovers!"

To the Belle of
the Ball

R.C.

MR. RICHARD CHANNING

HEART TROUBLE!

"Poor Richard! How he loves me!"

Ten o'clock

Gingers chauffeur sometimes delivered groceries to the school in this limousine.

"You ought to be arrested—luring a sixteen-year-old girl out at night!"

"My fan!"

"That's what you get for being nice to a kid of that sap-headed, pin-feathered age."

So Ginger decides to end it all and teach him a terrible lesson.

"Everything stealable is stolen."

"We must keep it quiet or the school will be disgraced."

"I will settle all the losses."

If life offered so many adventures, why die?

In a New York hotel.——

To fugitives, every stranger looks like a bloodhound.

"I saw that Channing guy in the lobby. He might know of the school job."

"You're right. That King kid, Ginger, will be going home on her vacation tomorrow. We'll make her the goat."

WESTERN UNION
TELEGRAM

NEWCOMB CARLTON, PRESIDENTGEORGE W. E. ATKINE, VICE-PRESIDENT

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D ATDOBBS FERRY  NY

#14  NY C  JRS  22
               NYC   10:00 AM   MON   1ST   1920

MISS GENEVIEVE KING
       C/O HILLCREST SCHOOL          DOBBS FERRY NY
IF YOU WILL STOP AT THE VANDER-DYKE HOTEL ON YOU WAY
HOME YOU WILL LEARN SOMETHING OF GREAT INTEREST TO YOU
                              A FRIEND
                                   9:50 AM

Alone in the wicked city.

Ginger had read of a girl meeting a prince by doing this.

"Hello, Peaches-and-Cream, wither bound?"

HOMEWARD BOUND.

THE HIGHEST CLASS
TALKING MACHINE IN THE WORLD
5th AVEN. AT 53th ST.

THE MYSTERIOUS APPOINTMENT

"We were eloping. We only stole the stuff for an adventure."

"Sure, didn't Old Girl Paddles tell you the stuff had been returned?"

"Mr. Channing is stopping here too."

"Why not dine with us and stay overnight?"

Back home at Orange Springs Bill E. Forbes made up his mind to stand in with the family.

Ginger's first experience is "stepping out."

"How disappointing! I thought New York cafes were filled with wild women and those terrible Wall Street gamblers."

Oh sweet revenge—

to be seen by Channing in this gay night life.

"Does Miss Paddles know you're out?"

"You talk as if I were still at that 'sap-headed, pin-feathered' age."

"Do you live in New York?"

"Orange Springs! Why, a crowd of us leave tomorrow to join a yachting party there. Better take the same train."

"I'm afraid that wild kid is getting into trouble."

"He treats me like a child."

"Of course. That kind of man likes only women of experience."

"Well, I'm getting it as fast as I can."

Can you imagine!

It was ten o'clock before she ever went to bed.

820

"We're leaving and we want you to take care of these."

"Take them to Orange Springs—and hide them."

"We'll come and get them as soon as we can."

"And if you squeal—"

Great gobs of adventure.

A complete outfit for a "woman of experience"———she might borrow it and vamp Channing.

My Own Woman:-
You dreadfully
wicked boarding school
Miss! How lonely I am
without you. If you
could only arrange to
see me more often

Hortense's love letters, an education in themselves, suggested a new idea—she would go home with a manufactured "past".

Miss Genevieve King
Orange Springs,
Fla.

Miss Genevieve King
Orange Springs,
Fla.

Miss Genevieve King,
Orange Springs,
Florida.

"You are to mail one every day."

Orange Springs wasn't expecting
THIS

"William—I'm not the innocent little girl you used to know."

"It is better that you never see me again."

"Well, Buttons deah! Here I am."

"Howdy, Gushie, old top! How's everyone in the little old town?"

"Ta—ta."

"I have a confession to make——I'm leading a double life."

"—in New York—in notorious company—'til all hours in the morning."

"Why, it was only a few days ago—she was just a little flower."

"And her father out of town! Isn't this terrible!"

"Is it too late?"

"Too late!"

"Tell me his name."

His name! This was a new angle!

"No—I shall die with the secret locked in my heart."

"I shall probably become a dope fiend,—to forget."

Having succeeded beyond her wildest hopes, she decided to get rid on the vampire outfit.

BAGGAGE OFFICE

Chief of Police
New York City
New York

TELEGRAM

NEWCOMB CARLTON, PRESIDENTGEORGE W. E. ATKINE, VICE-PRESIDENT

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RECEIVED AT P H  A905H  RAL

     NEW YORK  NY  24445  40

POLICE COMMISSIONER
     NEW YORK  NY
HAVE STUMBLED ACROSS MYSTERIOUS SUITCASES  LOOKS
MIGHTY SUSPICIOUS  ADVISE IMMEDIATE INVESTIGATION
                           MILT LOGANBERRY
                        STATION MASTER OGANGE SPRINGS FLA
                                   4:40PM

Then home came father.

"One of these letters is arriving every day. I am keeping them from her."

My Own Woman:-
You dreadfully
wicked boarding school
Miss! How lonely I am
without you. If you
could only arrange to
see me more often

"You have no idea who the man is?"

"I will kill every suspect!"

"You knew you old Daddy would forgive you."

"But it's all a joke, Daddy—"

"Aren't things bad enough without lying?"

You misjudge Bill. He isn't running away. He is beating the Senator to a suspect.

"You big stiff, you'll have to answer to me for your crime!"

"Don't lie! Who was in on this with you?"

"This is the handwriting of Tom Morran, alias The Eel."

"Sorry, Senator, we'll have to hold her until she tells where her pals are hiding."

HER "PALS".

ORANGE SPRINGS

"Safe? We couldn't be safer in the middle of the Sahara Desert."

They walked right in, and turned around, and——

They walked right in, and turned around, and——

They walked right in, and turned around, and——

"You didn't fool me."

ORANGE SPRINGS---

Social welfare workers horrified over soft drink dissipation at Miami Beach club

"Have a couple more."

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