The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-09-05

drive, and III tell you tine story of me
innocent young life and oh, kind sir,
me poor twelve. babes, rnen a light
one at the Cadillac; you can get q ia
bic at the window and see oil the Ruff
fy Fluffles. Then I'll let you go home
and put on the brown Overcoat with
the paprika in it that you wore into
Jacks. That coats a honey. 1t went
right through me. And III go home
-MurTay's, h'm?"
agreed TO Murray's, h'm?"
Then the performance; you in the
first row-with Understanding but
me in sight, because you mustn't get
/ tangled up with the stems of the other
American Beauties. After the show
you blow up to the staE door with the
brOilers, and III show you Something's;
the White Light. Then, what? Sup
per, HIM?
I agreed to Supper, h'm?"
Personally conducted tour: China
town for two dollars! III show you the
bangs and back hair of the chorus
girls life as far as my conscience and
the law allow"
'Apropos. do you see that woman
who just came in? Do tell me how she
manages to curl her hair in that mar
velOus fashion? It's Ike a CORFU ga ted
roof"
'Lovey," Miss St. Cia;re gave me a
plying glance, "she buys 'em at the
notion counter-on a tape-so much
peri Just as I buy these"
She held her toast in her mouth and
plucked what I thought were curIs
from her head and tucked them in on
the other side, like hanging a picture.
I gasped Her beautiful gold brown
/ T--F
that wonderful rQse-an0-voTy com
Iplexion?
q know that woman" she went on,
without turning a hair uneJaphorIcal-
ly). Think she's perfectly horrfd
she's 50 obvious. Used to be O show
girl"
do have patience with me. Miss St
Claire, but what IS a show girl?"
Behold" she put her hands on her
hips and posed, chin IN air. You're
having breakfast with one"
You said you were n chorus girl"
Yes, but in the chorus are long
skirts, short skirts and tights"
I see. You get paid by the length OF
the show"
mo, goosie, by the length of the
skirt In these days when you can dc
anything with symmetricals, tights are
either the cradle or the grave I'd like
to see the manager who'd dare sugges,
/ tights to me, I'd hand him the ice
pitcher, The long skirts are the show
girls"
What in the world are symmetrl-
cals?"
She looked at me with suspicion
Are you from Missouri
''No; but you'll have 10 show me-"
"Say, you're the limit! You don't
know your a c's. Symmetricals
/ Symmetricals, dearie can make a
( chorus girl of a clothes pin. Are you
on?"
Yes, thank you; I won't ask any
more like that"
The show girls are supposed to be
good lockers and have good voices, but
few Of them measure up"
4 think I know at least one who
does right now" I ventured gallantly
That's enough" she warned play
fully. Only, IN her idiom it sounded
like Snuff" with flowing through II
a treble wave Of cOquetry impossible tc
transcribe. She preensd herself
thOughtfully in the glass for a moment
using a powder paper, then faced me
ste adily: Pals. remember"
When we arrived at the stage door
much to my disappointment 7 was not
admitted. Miss ST Clair pleaded.
brandished my card. There was no one
there TO identify me, and as the rules
forbade visitors at rehearsals I got nc
further than the entrance. Even so, ]
did hear a piano punching out notes
like rivets and a 1utter of feet, inter
rupted by:
"Oh, say, you're r-r-r-rottenl For the
love Of"
The rest was bitten off and swallowed
by the banging door
But I telephoned this morning." ar
gued Miss st. Claire.