_Written, like “Tarquin of Cheapside,” while I was at Princeton, this
sketch was published years later in “Vanity Fair.” For its technique I
must apologize to Mr. Stephen Leacock._
_I have laughed over it a great deal, especially when I first wrote it,
but I can laugh over it no longer. Still, as other people tell me it
is amusing, I include it here. It seems to me worth preserving a few
years--at least until the ennui of changing fashions suppresses me, my
books, and it together._
_With due apologies for this impossible Table of Contents, I tender
these tales of the Jazz Age into the hands of those who read as they
run and run as they read._
_MY LAST FLAPPERS_