
August 18, 1924. Washington, D.C. "Miss Beatrice Beck, daughter of Solicitor General James M. Beck." View full size. National Photo Company Collection.
Beatrice married Somerville Pinkney Tuck (no kidding), who was a diplomat and later a federal judge. He is buried at St. Barnabas Cemetery, Upper Marlboro, Maryland. Coincidentally, that is where my mother's great-great-grandparents are buried. I visited the cemetery a few years ago. I could find no certain death record for Beatrice.
Ignore the clothes and look at her face - she's good-looking and she's got character too. I bet she was much more interesting to know than most of the "flappers" of the time.
Someone stole my shower curtain!
That fox pelt would have had spring-loaded jaws to grasp the tail. I remember my grandmother having something similar. Mink stoles sometimes featured the heads, too.
Seriously, I can't find one redeeming feature on that outfit. Perhaps her family didn't want her to date.
Replace the dead creature with a knitted something-or-other, and Miss Beck is quite modern. She looks very stylish and has such an independent gaze. It's not too far from 1924 to the present runways. I think she's fabulous.
That elephant ear hat must have a sign on the back reading Wide Load. One hopes her Solicitor General father filed a lawsuit for Crimes against Millinery.
Bea, honey, don't look down. And don't panic. A fierce carnivorous animal has wrapped itself around your neck! DO NOT FLINCH. (They can sense fear.) Breathe normally. We'll go for help and be back as soon as we can. DOES ANYONE HAVE A GUN. Constable! Game warden!