Being a Bright Young Thing was all about cascading through doors in leopard skins, being outrageous and amusing. There was an endless succession of pajama parties, a swimming pool party with orchestra, endless weekends at the country houses of rich—and often outraged—parents, legendary costume balls, puckish practical jokes, and nocturnal car races through the streets of London. The pervading atmosphere of these amusements was reminiscent of Peter Pan with cocktails—in 1926 there had even been a party on this very theme.
