Daily Arizona silver belt., 1910-03-20
Boston Restaurant Thrown Into ,Spasms by Peach
 in Airy Costume
WAS FULL LIMIT
 AND THEN SOME
Maybe You Think She Did Not Know She Was Caus-
 ing Real Sensation

BOSTON, Mass, March 19.-She s here-the lady in the mermaid dress. Yes, she s here and she has shocked Boston 's most ultra blase set. Only one of'her has arrived as yet, but that is quite enough She's the limit, and then another squeeze.
 Have you seen her? If you haven t this story will give you an idea of her act and how she dresses for the part. Doubtless you have seen something like her on the stage in some reckless honey bunch show or risque- problem play. But never was she publicly seen in Boston off the stage until one night last week when she blew into popular downtown cafe in the "easy go" district. My word for it!
 She had "student" with her. Prob ably not real one, but one of those chaps with the imitation student make up. You know the kind
 Every table but one was occupied. That one had the turned back chairs to denote that it was reserved. There was the usual free and easy crowd. The orchestra was doing it's best for con trary tenor from Vermont with freak accent, who was trying to get decision over an Italian love ditty.
 Some were eating. Everyone had a lien on a glass or bottle and glass; few of the lucky ones could reach down and win bottle of the sparkling stuff out of cooler. Laughter and smiles were general and all seemed hap py Well, it was just the usual thing Just what the "Bohemian crowd of Boston is used to, simply that and noth- ing more, until she blew in. And then
 Most of us thought for a minute that all of the lights had been concentrated into one big multi flashing star of bril- liant radiance. It would but mildly de- scribe her effect on the crowd to say that it was stunned or dazed. When we recovered from the shock she was sitting at the reserved table.
 Every eye was on her. Every glance shot her. After the first look there was a general gasp. After the second there were gasps and sighs, There was no more eating, much more drinking and a fierce attack on cigarettes. Some of the softer women insisted on going away from there.
 But the lady in the mermaid dress didn' t seem to care. She seemed en- tirely oblivious to the commotiOn by her appearance. But, enough of that, here s poor picture of the lady.
 She was pretty, about 30, a decided blonde, with swell bunch of hair done up turban style, unbraided, and peach complexion. And her costume! It was made of some clinging, shimmering stuff adorned with spangles.
 But here s the point-she wore no shoulder straps. Her arms were bare, her shoulders were bare, and the bare ness in front and back reached nearly to the danger mark Ever and anon, as the real writers say, she would raise her dimple darms to her head and pat her hair. Such rings! Ouch! It hurt to give 'em look. Twice she went on parade just to show that she felt just as if she was at home doing the dusting
 Talk about being boned in! It's a safe bet that that dress could stand alone. And how she could put away that straw-colored stuff that carries an olive in the bell-shaped glass.
 Eleven of them I counted. She stayed until they put the lights out, and so did many more of us. She didn t at tempt to put on a coat; just long cape
 "With that armor plate thing on she could have taken hundred and still stood up. She couldn't fall with that on, said one of the critics.
 "She looked just like a mermaid, ]" said another. That s how it struck me, too.
 "How would I describe it?" another asked. "Why, it was bare for fair, with bunch of hair and the boldest stare!'
 On the quiet it was learned from one of the walters that she was a recent widow who came into lot of money. She suffered from ennui, and is trying to forget Twas fine start she made.