Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-07
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM T. KIRK.

ffC ONE Of those Paris dolls has a
q swell time OF il. don't they,
~ George7' said the Manicure
Lady. Il was just reading about a Miss
Fiji Foo-Foo. or some silly name like
that She is one Of the leading Paris
beauties this season. the stories go, and
is much sought after. The piece was
reading told about one day of her life.
which Fiji goes through something like
this:
In the morning she arises and takes
a bath in champagne. Then she break .
fasts on a dainty biscuit, three straw
berries and the tongues Of two Aus.
tralian peacocks. After Fiji has ate all
she can for the time being. she reads
her mail. which I suppose is mostly
mash notes from some of those dear
Parisians, and then she rests for an hour
while she has her nails did and her hair
dressed. Then she dresses for luncheon
and after she has went to the eats once
more she is whirled away in a electric
runabout for her afternoon drive along
the Bots re Bologna or some other name
that sounds like a butchers ad.
THE story says. George, that all along
the course of this drive she is spoke
to by hundreds OF the gayer young and
old men of Paris. and that she speaks
back now and then. and It tells how
the poor simps that she notices nearly
swell up and bust with pardonable pride.
Honest to goodness, George, II was a
full grown gent It would take more than
nod from some Fiji to make me throw
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people has their own way of being
amused, so Fiji is coming into great
prominence, according to the papers"
81 don't think that she is half so hap
py as a girl like you," said the Head
Barber.
IF you have got 1t into your head that
life is a sweet song for me you can get
1t right out again" said the Manicure
Lady. 81 don't see where you figure
that I am a chirping songbird. George.
have had to dig away at nails all
summer. barring a little two weeks va
cation, and It looks like a long, hard
winter, too. Look at the difference be-
tween one day in the life Of Fiji, the
Paris doll, and a day In the life of me,
the beautiful manicure lady
I'm the morning I arise. the same as
she does, but there our roads divulge, az
the novelists say. I take a bath, but
not in champagne. Water right from
the faucets. any temperament I want IT,
TO be sure. but just water. Then I dress
hastily and breakfast on some Ameri-
can bread, toasted. and a couple OF
dainty pork chops. Then l am whirled
away in the trolley to my office, where
nearly as many gents speaks to me in
day as speak to Fiji. and just about as
dippy gents. too. 1 don't have any mail
to answer. much, and If ever got
ride along the Bots du Bologna
wouldn't know how TO hold my hands
After a long day listening to sinps that
don't know what ocean San Francisco
is on, am whirled away again on the
same trolley. and go home to dinner,
where l usually spend the evening with
the old gent and mother II l amt asked
out to see a problem play. That is a
leaf out Of my calendar, George"
You are better of than Fiji. just the
same" declared the Head Barber you
haven't got a name like hers anyhow"
mo" agreed the Manicure Lady, Il
suppose the neighbors do talk about her
something scandalous."