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Posted on Wed, Jan 28, 2009 18:02

The woman in the vintage photo below, photographed in 1911 at the age of twenty-one, was socialite Henrietta Louise Cromwell Brooks MacArthur Atwill Heiberg, known simply as Louise to her friends. You might think she was some prude from the sepia-tinted days of yesteryear. Think again. She was married and divorced four times. One of her husbands was actor Lionel Atwill. Another was the young Douglas MacArthur. Both men were notorious lovers and rakes. She caused media scandals in the 1920s. Her family was richer than God. Her brother married Doris Duke. Women like her never worked a day in their lives. They did a little volunteering for the right causes, mostly organizing charity fetes that were nothing but parties for themselves, but they didn't spend the rest of their time knitting. They enjoyed themselves. Look at her face. That woman just oozes attitude. I would not be at all surprised if, when biding time between her various marriages, and probably during her marriages as well, she wasn't shagging the chauffeur and probably the gardener, too. She probably went out of her way to hire broad-shouldered, strapping lads as dumb as a bag of rocks. She had them wrapped around her little finger. They never called her anything but "miss" or "ma'am," even when her bare legs were wrapped around their sweaty, muscular buttocks in her bed. I could see her shaggging the chauffeur to wile away the afternoon, then a few hours later she'd be in the back of her big black Packard on the way to a benefit while some rich snot ran his hands up her skirt into the nether lands beyond. The poor lunkhead in the front seat would see all this in the mirror but have to keep quiet and try to keep his eyes on the road. Of course, he saw a lot of that before she summoned him to her bedroom for the first time one stormy night when she was home alone. They ended up doing it half-dressed on the divan because she had him so worked up by that point. Louise lived through exciting times: the Edwardian Era, World War I, the Roaring Twenties, the Depression, World War II, the Fifties, and died during the Swinging Sixties. She died of a heart attack at 75. Women who keel over suddenly like that usually go out fast and hard. You have to wonder if some weeping boy-toy half her age was desperately trying to bring her back to life as she lay sprawled lifeless on the sweat-stained satin sheets. Some people see old photographs like this and feel sorry for the sitters, having lived in a more repressed,unenlightened time. But I look at pictures like this and imagine what it was really like when the shades came down and the lights went out. You go, Louise.

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Posted on Wed, Feb 04, 2009 06:35

Great Post ...enjoyed the story ! Feminism at its finest !! She may have not voiced it but she lived it thru her actions !! Voletta



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Posted on Fri, Jan 30, 2009 12:54

Sounds good to me!

I'll give you an Amen, Sister!!



Well behaved women rarely make history!

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Posted on Thu, Jan 29, 2009 16:17

Great posts lately Deb. You are definitely a thinking woman. You will bring life back to this site yet! Teri


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