their drinking from glasses issued by the hostess, not in triplicate.
If a young man of the period imported a flask from the outside, that
young man was promptly dropped from polite society, no matter how
stringent was the shortage of dancing beaux. They called a flask a
"bottle of whiskey" in those days.

Wild oats were reserved for the boys at college. If you were of Eve's
sheltered sex, you really had to become a member of the Fast Young
Married Crowd before you could get a look in. That Fast Young Married
Crowd was the first to come out of the biological fastnesses of the
Mid-Victorian era into the cocktails and jazz of our Mid-Victrolian
period.

Moral: You had to keep yourself the kind of a girl you'd been told a
man wanted to marry, if you ever wanted to join in a cocktail party
and slide down the banisters uninhibited--as rumor had it the Fast
Young Married Crowd was doing on its orgies. Over the border of
matrimony lay the mysteries of the gay wild life.

In that era before our morals were legislated, being "that kind of a
girl" was a trying responsibility. There was an approved technique
that every wise virgin had to master. It consisted of letting each
man, on whom she conferred her favors, think that she really was in
love with him. She called it "being engaged." And,--if perchance she
came to possess a harem of fiancés,--remember that the young things of
the period were not so well able to conduct their own courtings as our
present-day emancipated flappers. They still had to depend on what the
tide washed in. They still did their picking from those that picked
them--and sorted 'em over at their leisure.