The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-25
CONTINUED From Yesterdny.)

drawled Simpson. Mon Dieu, what a
bore! Here, Blanche, take my coat"
How d'you like me FRITZ Scheffs %
continued Patsy. removing the hlrsute
adornments from her head and ignor-
ing the show girl. Take it from me,
them puffs is goin' to be the dead swell
article. An such a bargainl When |
tell you the price you'll pass away.
Just flash your glims on them curls-
feel 'em-real hair! I got the puffs.
the bunch of curls an the bayrette
for s1.75 from a lady friend at the
Casino. She's lettin' her lair go back
to brown this season.
Inez suddenly r%ecollected that she
had brought up a letter for her. Patsy
took it and Topped Imply into her
chair.
Guys writin' for autographs" she
drawled. mon boo, what a bore!'
The girls screamed with laughter,
and Simpson waxed exceeding wroth.
Are you mimicking me, Miss
O'Brien?" she demanded.
"Mimickin' you. Miss Simpson, Ger
tainly not. You amt got the French
language copyrighted, have you? May
be it's some newspaper guy wants me
picture. I been in the Sunday papers
twicet this season. (She cast a glance
out of the orner of her eye at Simp-
son). 1 hates publicity, but anything
to help the manager along"
DO you know any real reporters?"
asked Milly admiringly.
81 got a couple ON me staff" declared
Patsy, rubbing the side of her nose
with her finger and taking another
sidelong glance at Simpson.
Milly caught sight of the letter lying
on the toilet table. Her curiosity got
the better of her discretion.
who's your letter from, Patsy? Is
it your gentleman friend you told me
about-you know, Dan?"
Patsy, her mind diverted by her bout
with the show girl, had forgotten all
about the letter.
Sure she replied, tearing 1t open.
HE writes me every day, sometimes
twicet."
She gave a start, and her eye lighted
up with glad excitement as she perused
the note.
He's got a surprise for me-some-
thin swell, Milly." she said. He's
goin' to be out in front tonight. Fancy
that! / must go an tell Nora"
Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes!
Fifteen minutesl" shouted the call boy
outside.
"Gee! I must get to work." ejacu-
lated Patsy, changing her mind. Eve
Ign, gimme me dress, will you? Girls"
she went on as she slipped into a de-
collete costume of white satin trimmed
with beads of pearls and threads of
silver, who d'you think I seen today?
Leslie Carter. She was buyin' SPAN
giles. 1 was close to her an rubbered
tt beat the band. Don't you just love
the most emotional hair in this
business"
i've seen her In everything she
plays" said Evelyn.
$50 have I. You know Carriers a
whole lot on my style" affirmed Patsy.
I'm really cut u to be one of them
emotional all over the place actresses"
~ know, an wear spangled dresses
In smoke cigarettes" said Milly.
Evelyn intimated that she would not
care what the role might be If she
could only wear pale blue tights.
I'm just wasted in SKIRTS" she de-
clared.
Patsy dissented:
mix for the tights gag Not that I
couldn't wear 'em, Simpson," she said
as that lady staggered. IT hate to talk
about figures, but L could make the
Venus de Milo look like May Irwin.
I'm only in musical comedy to learn to
be graceful. 1 bet / could get a hacker
to star me If 1 could get the play; but,
gee, it's hard to get a good tragic play!
OF course l could get one from Charlie
Frohman, but l don't want to take 1t
away from Maude Adams or Ethel
Barrymore. I a always dance for
my livin'."
You're a hit with yourself, amt
your" sneered Simpson. who never
could see a joke unless it was accom-
panied by a diagram.
Girls, I'm no knocker, an you never
hear me leadin' no anvil chorus" re-
torted Patsy, but if certain parties
was where they belong they'd be MAX
in beds"
What Simpson may have intended to
reply to this was never heard, for there
was a oud banging at the door, with
the stentorianH intimation hat the per-
son making the noise was the laundry
man.
Hold on, I'm lookln' for that guyi"
exclaimed Patsy, going to the door,
which she flung open.
She here" she said sharply, "you
got q fine nerve comm to this place
for washln'! You kept mine a whole
week last time. I didn't have a stitch
to my back"
'That so? Must have been a mis-
take, Miss O'Brlen,' said the man
suavely, trying to placate her. How
many pieces did you have?"
Let's see. There was four-a skirt,
a s~hirtwaist, a Looka here. fresh
she broke off, ITS none of your
business what I had!"
And she slammed the door indig-
nantly, while Simpson Uttered.
"Overturel Overturei" came the
warning call.
There was general exodus, and
Simpson and Patsy remained alone.
The latter was about to follow the
others when there was the sound of a
'cuf1e outside. and Morals voice was
heard raised in entreaty:
"Oh, don't-stop, please stopi"
Before Patsy could reach the door
Nora, greatly agitated, came into the
DOM.
What is it, honey lamb?' inquired
"That old tenor tried to kiss met"
the girl.
Patsy ran out and shouted after the
nan:
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