First published in 1920, this volume marked Fitzgerald's entry into the realm of the short story. It includes "Bernice Bobs Her Hair, " "Head and Shoulders, " and other beloved tales.
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About the Author
F. Scott Fitzgerald, author of The Great Gatsby, was born in 1896 and died in 1940.
Date of Birth:September 24, 1896
Date of Death:December 21, 1940
Place of Birth:St. Paul, Minnesota
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Chapter One: The Offshore Pirate
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea -- if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. About half-way between the Florida shore and the golden collar a white steam-yacht, very young and graceful, was riding at anchor and under a blue-and-white awning aft a yellow-haired girl reclined in a wicker settee reading The Revolt of the Angels, by Anatole France.
She was about nineteen, slender and supple, with a spoiled alluring mouth and quick gray eyes full of a radiant curiosity. Her feet, stockingless, and adorned rather than clad in blue-satin slippers which swung nonchalantly from her toes, were perched on the arm of a settee adjoining the one she occupied. And as she read she intermittently regaled herself by a faint application to her tongue of a half-lemon that she held in her hand. The other half, sucked dry, lay on the deck at her feet and rocked very gently to and fro at the almost imperceptible motion of the tide.
The second half-lemon was well-nigh pulpless and the golden collar had grown astonishing in width, when suddenly the drowsy silence which enveloped the yacht was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and an elderly man topped with orderly gray hair and clad in a white-flannel suit appeared at the head of the companionway. There he paused for a moment until his eyes became accustomed to the sun, and then seeing the girl under the awning he uttered a long even grunt of disapproval.
If he had intended thereby to obtain a rise of any sort he was doomed to disappointment. The girl calmly turned over two pages, turned back one, raised the lemon mechanically to tasting distance, and then very faintly but quite unmistakably yawned.
"Ardita!" said the gray-haired man sternly.
Ardita uttered a small sound indicating nothing.
"Ardita!" he repeated. "Ardita!"
Ardita raised the lemon languidly, allowing three words to slip out before it reached her tongue.
"Oh, shut up."
"Will you listen to me -- or will I have to get a servant to hold you while I talk to you?"
The lemon descended slowly and scornfully.
"Put it in writing."
"Will you have the decency to close that abominable book and discard that damn lemon for two minutes?"
"Oh, can't you lemme alone for a second?"
"Ardita, I have just received a telephone message from the shore -- "
"Telephone?" She showed for the first time a faint interest.
"Yes, it was -- "
"Do you mean to say," she interrupted wonderingly, "'at they let you run a wire out here?"
"Yes, and just now -- "
"Won't other boats bump into it?"
"No. It's run along the bottom. Five min -- "
"Well, I'll be darned! Gosh! Science is golden or something -- isn't it?"
"Will you let me say what I started to?"
"Well, it seems -- well, I am up here -- " He paused and swallowed several times distractedly. "Oh, yes. Young woman, Colonel Moreland has called up again to ask me to be sure to bring you in to dinner. His son Toby has come all the way from New York to meet you and he's invited several other young people. For the last time, will you -- "
"No," said Ardita shortly, "I won't. I came along on this darn cruise with the one idea of going to Palm Beach, and you knew it, and I absolutely refuse to meet any darn old colonel or any darn young Toby or any darn old young people or to set foot in any other darn old town in this crazy state. So you either take me to Palm Beach or else shut up and go away."
"Very well. This is the last straw. In your infatuation for this man -- a man who is notorious for his excesses, a man your father would not have allowed to so much as mention your name -- you have reflected the demi-monde rather than the circles in which you have presumably grown up. From now on -- "
"I know," interrupted Ardita ironically, "from now on you go your way and I go mine. I've heard that story before. You know I'd like nothing better."
"From now on," he announced grandiloquently, "you are no niece of mine. I -- "
"O-o-o-oh!" The cry was wrung from Ardita with the agony of a lost soul. "Will you stop boring me! Will you go 'way! Will you jump overboard and drown! Do you want me to throw this book at you!"
"If you dare do any -- "
Smack! The Revolt of the Angels sailed through the air, missed its target by the length of a short nose, and bumped cheerfully down the companionway.
The gray-haired man made an instinctive step backward and then two cautious steps forward. Ardita jumped to her five feet four and stared at him defiantly, her gray eyes blazing.
"How dare you!" he cried.
"Because I darn please!"
"You've grown unbearable! Your disposition -- "
"You've made me that way! No child ever has a bad disposition unless it's her family's fault! Whatever I am, you did it."
Muttering something under his breath her uncle turned and, walking forward, called in a loud voice for the launch. Then he returned to the awning, where Ardita had again seated herself and resumed her attention to the lemon.
"I am going ashore," he said slowly. "I will be out again at nine o'clock to-night. When I return we will start back to New York, where I shall turn you over to your aunt for the rest of your natural, or rather unnatural, life."
He paused and looked at her, and then all at once something in the utter childishness of her beauty seemed to puncture his anger like an inflated tire and render him helpless, uncertain, utterly fatuous.
"Ardita," he said not unkindly, "I'm no fool. I've been round. I know men. And, child, confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired -- and then they're not themselves -- they're husks of themselves." He looked at her as if expecting agreement, but receiving no sight or sound of it he continued. "Perhaps the man loves you -- that's possible. He's loved many women and he'll love many more. Less than a month ago, one month, Ardita, he was involved in a notorious affair with that red-haired woman, Mimi Merril; promised to give her the diamond bracelet that the Czar of Russia gave his mother. You know -- you read the papers."
"Thrilling scandals by an anxious uncle," yawned Ardita. "Have it filmed. Wicked clubman making eyes at virtuous flapper. Virtuous flapper conclusively vamped by his lurid past. Plans to meet him at Palm Beach. Foiled by anxious uncle."
"Will you tell me why the devil you want to marry him?"
"I'm sure I couldn't say," said Ardita shortly. "Maybe because he's the only man I know, good or bad, who has an imagination and the courage of his convictions. Maybe it's to get away from the young fools that spend their vacuous hours pursuing me around the country. But as for the famous Russian bracelet, you can set your mind at rest on that score. He's going to give it to me at Palm Beach -- if you'll show a little intelligence."
"How about the -- red-haired woman?"
"He hasn't seen her for six months," she said angrily. "Don't you suppose I have enough pride to see to that? Don't you suppose I have enough pride to see to that? Don't you know by this time that I can do any darn thing with any darn man I want to?"
She put her chin in the air like the statue of France Aroused, and then spoiled the pose somewhat by raising the lemon for action.
"Is it the Russian bracelet that fascinates you?"
"No, I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence. And I wish you'd go 'way," she said, her temper rising again. "You know I never change my mind. You've been boring me for three days until I'm about to go crazy. I won't go ashore! Won't! Do you hear? Won't!"
"Very well," he said, "and you won't go to Palm Beach either. Of all the selfish, spoiled, uncontrolled, disagreeable, impossible girls I have -- "
Splush! The half-lemon caught him in the neck. Simultaneously came a hail from over the side.
"The launch is ready, Mr. Farnam."
Too full of words and rage to speak, Mr. Farnam cast one utterly condemning glance at his niece and, turning, ran swiftly down the ladder.
Copyright © Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948 by Zelda Fitzgerald. Copyright 1920 by The Curtis Publishing Company; renewal copyright 1948. Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948. Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948 by Zelda Fitzgerald and Frances Scott Fitzgerald Lanahan.
Table of ContentsThe Offshore Pirate
The Ice Palace
Head and Shoulders
The Cut-Glass Bowl
Bernice Bobs Her Hair
Dalyrimple Goes Wrong
The Four Fists
Suggestions for Further Reading
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Amazing Writer! F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Flappers and Philosophers is a collection of eight memorable short stories. In Offshore Pirate, a spoiled rich girl named Ardita is aboard a ship with her uncle when it is overtaken by pirates. She falls in love with the pirates’ captain but she later awakens to remember it as a dream. In The Ice Palace, Sally Carrol is from Georgia yet falls for a Yankee. However, when she goes north to his place it is cold and frigid. She gets lost in a man-made Ice Palace and becomes hysterical. Will she still marry him? Head and Shoulders is the story of child prodigy that falls for a chorus girl. While they are climbing the career ladder, their roles are switched and it has an ironic ending. Cut-Glass Bowl tells the tale of a couple who receive a cut-glass bowl as a wedding gift and it seems to set the tone for many unhappy woes within their family. Bernice Bobs her Hair, my favorite, is about two cousins and Marjorie challenges Bernice into getting her hair cut off. She sees that she is less attractive without her long hair, but she does find a humorous way to get revenge. Benediction finds young Lois taking a detour on the way to meeting her lover. She visits her brother at a monastery and has an epiphany during the benediction and changes her plans. Dalyrimple Goes Wrong finds a young war hero coming home to honors and is soon forced to take a job. He works for Mr. Macy but finds that the pay isn’t enough so he turns to crime. He becomes a burglar and is shocked when the men at the top invite him to join the Senate. He is never caught but his guilt begins to set in when he realizes that he had robbed the man making the offer. The Four Fists tells the tale of Samuel Meredith who was a real snit and four fists bring him down and make him think before he speaks. He was hit by his school roommate; a tired man on a bus that he insulted; a husband of a woman he dated and by a man whose land he was about to takeover. This wide variety of Fitzgerald stories are taken from many walks of life and they all make you think!
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