There’s an early 20s slang term I’ve been trying to revive: snugglepupping. It was coined, as far as anyone knows, right here in Chicago, down at the courthouse on Hubbard and Dearborn, by one Miss Lillian Collier.
Here’s Lillian on the right:
Lillian was a teenage flapper when she moved to Chicago, determined to turn the residents of this “hick town” (as she called it) on to high art and convert them to the “gospel of real life.” She ran a “tea shop” at the corner of Ohio and Michigan (where the Eddie Bauer is now, i believe) called The Wind Blew Inn. The strange poetry readings and Greek nude statues made the place a notorious bohemian dive.
But it was rumors of “petting parties” that got Lillian in trouble. One day, the cops raided the place and arrested everyone. Lillian was forced to cover up the statues’ hoo-hoos.
On trial, Lillian testified that “there is no snugglepupping at the Wind Blew Inn.” Snugglepupping is about like regular snuggling, but more illicit. The judge (get this) sentenced her to read a book of fairy tales to cure her of bohemianism. The Wind Blew Inn was torched a few months later. She re-opened another place, but it flopped.
A few years later, Lillian gave an interview claiming that flappers were the “modern woman” and represented a future in which women would enjoy much more freedom; the article reads like an early feminist manifesto. After that, though, she disappears from the record altogether. I’ve found a few people with her same name – a poet in Canada, a socialite who married an Olympic fencer – but not that I think I are her. The fact that her name was spelled a few different ways (Collier, Kelly, Collee, etc) makes it doubly hard. (update: we found some more in 2014)