The Topeka state journal., 1919-05-10

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at the Inn at six. Will you come and
have little something with Ruby and
me? Now?"
"Now?" faItered Terry. somewhat
helplessly.
| Get your hat. It's your life chance
| Wait till you see your name in two
| foot electrics over the front OF every
big time house in the country. You've
got music in you. Tie to me and you're
made"
Samett whipped out watch. Just
three-quarters of an hour. Come on
grille"
His conversation had been conducted
i in an urgent undertone, with side
glances at the fat man with the mega
phone. Terry approached him now.
I'm leaving now" she said.
| "Oh, no, you're not. Six o'clock is
your quitting time"
In which he touched the Irish in
Terry Amy time quit is my quitting
time"
II you know Chicago at ALL you
know the University Inn. that glorious
ly intercollegiate institution which
welcomes any graduate of any school
OF experience, and guarantees a post
graduate course in less time than any
| similar haven OF knowledge, Down q
quiet that reigns during the hour O.
low potentiality. between five ana six
the three went and seated themselves
at a table In an obscure corner. q
waiter brought them things in little
glasses, though no order had been
given. The woman who had been Ruby
| Watson was SO silent as to be almost
wordless. But the man talked rapidly
He talked well. too.
I've got to go and make up in a
few minutes. So get this. I'm nc
going to stick down in this basement
eating house forever. I've got too much
talent. If I only had voice. mean
a singing voice. But haven't. I've got
a song. It's my own. That bit you
played for me up at Gottschalks is
part of the chorus. But it's the words
that'n go big. They're great. It's an
aviation song, see? Airship stuff.
They're yelling that it's the airyoplanes
that're going to win this war. Well,
I'll help ien."
Now, what I've been looking for for
years is somebody who has got the
music knack to give me the accom-
paniment just a quarter of a jump
ahead of my voice. see? I can follow
like q lamb. but I've got to have that
feeler first It's more than a knack
It's a gift. And you've got it. I'm
cunning for vaudeville. But they
won't book me without a tryout. And
when they hear my voice they
Well. If me and you work together we
can fool 'em. The songs great. And
my makeup's one of these aviation
costumes to go with the song. see?
And the girls'll be wild about it. And
the words!" He began to sing grating
ly off-key:
Put on your sky clothes.
Put on your fly clothes
And take a trip with me.
Well sail so high
Up in the sky
Wen drop a bomb from Mercury"
why, that's awfully cute!" exclaim-
ed Terry Until now her opinion o
Mr.. Sammett's talents had not beer
| on level with his.
The six o'clock lights blazed up. sud
denly.
You better go. Lee. The crowd
comes in .-wfuf early now, with al:
those buyers in town.
The band opened with a terrifying
clash of cymbal, and thump of drum.
Back at the end of my first turn" he
said as he fed Terry followed his
1.-THE, electric figure. She turned to
meet the heavy-lidded gaze of the wo-
man seated opposite. She relaxed.
then, and sat back with a little sigh.
We'll, If he talks that way to the man.
ayers don't see"
Ruby laughed a mirthless little
laugh. Talk doesn't get it over with
the managers honey. You've got to
deliver"
We'll, but he's-that song is a good
one. I don't say it's as good as he
thinks 1t is. but it's good"
But didn't he? Doesn't he?"
/, THE words were written by a little
French girl who used to skate down
here last winter. when the craze WI
on. 5he was stuck on a Chicago kid
who went over to fly for the French"
But the music%'
There was a Russian girl who used
to dance in the cabaret and She"
Terry's head came up with charac-
teristic little jerk. Il don't believe it,"
Better" She gazed at Terry with
the drowsy look that was so different
rom the quick. clear glance of the
!, Ruby Watson who used to dance 81
limb1y in the Old Bitou days. "Whatd
iyou and your husband quarrel about.
Terry?"
Terry was furious to feel herself
flushing "Oh, nothing. He just-I-it
was Say, how did you know we'd
quarrelled?"
And suddenly all the fat woman's
} apathy dropped from her like a gar
!. ment and some of the old sparkle and
animation illumined her heavy face.
She pushed her glass aside and leaned
forward on her folded arms, SO that
her face was close TO Terrys.
Terry Sheehan, know you've quar-
relied. and I know just what it was
about. Oh. don't mean the very thing
It was about; but the kind of thing
I'm going to co something for you.
Terry, that / wouldn't take the trouble
to do for most women. But I guess
amt had all the softness knocked out