In the wake of the Great War there was a paradigm shift in world affairs which gave rise to prosperity, most especially in the USA. Allied to this, the desire to forget and move on from the war spawned both hedonism and a desire to push boundaries, culturally, politically, artistically and economically. The French refer to the 1920s as "années folles" ("Crazy Years”), while in the USA they are remembered as the “Roaring Twenties” (despite, or perhaps partly because of, the fact that alcohol was officially prohibited throughout the decade).
The decade also witnessed a boom phase for football with record crowds watching a game that was becoming ever faster and more tactically sophisticated. The VFL in particular became more professional and its superiority over other competitions was magnified. That said, in the interstate sphere the VFL was not quite the dominant force it would become. During the decade the VFL state side won eleven times against South Australia, drew once and lost five times, with two of the defeats occurring in Melbourne. Against Western Australia the record was 4-3, and even against New South Wales VFL representative teams lost three of sixteen matches.
by T.S. Eliot
Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the Jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.