Porcelain in pink is a wonderful one act play Scott Fitzgerald wrote for the magazine Smart Set in 1922. It has "elegantly crude humor" as my sister put it. He asks what are you wearing and Lois just can't say "nothing". It's the 1920's for goodness sake. So she describes her skin. The man never realizes.My sister Rae was rolling on the floor with laughter once she got it. It's very difficult to explain. I'll just paste it. Here:
THE YOUNG MAN: (Sentimentally) It's so nice talking to you like this--when you're merely a voice. I'm rather glad I can't see you.
JULIE: (Gratefully) So am I.
THE YOUNG MAN: What color are you wearing?
JULIE: (After a critical survey of her shoulders) Why, I guess it's a sort of pinkish white.
THE YOUNG MAN: Is it becoming to you?
JULIE: Very. It's--it's old. I've had it for a long while.
THE YOUNG MAN: I thought you hated old clothes.
JULIE: I do but this was a birthday present and I sort of have to wear it.
THE YOUNG MAN: Pinkish-white. Well I'll bet it's divine. Is it in style?
JULIE: Quite. It's very simple, standard model.
Isn't that just quaint? I can't get a rid of double spacing. Sorry. Lois is the same delightful character through the entire thing. She is truly in her own world and seems to enjoy making thoughtful yet, ridiculous answers. Birthday suit? Pinkish white? Oh dear, the puritans would have truly hated this girl.
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