Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-08-17

HssAo OVcT WoiBuVs UuS IA po8iuuso
to suspect you're q regular person.
after all; and II I can qualify as .
guide"
Say, don't let on to Wee, but that's
where I got Rugged. 1t seems Mon-
ME does want to have one glimpse OF
New York with the lights on; wants
1t the worst way. For when she'd
come up from Rio her one idea was
to get back to the old farm. AK 1t up
regardless Of expense and camp down
there quiet for the rest of her days.
She'd had bully time doin' it. too.
for three or four months. Shed en-
joyed havin' people around her who
could talk English, and watchin' tho
white clouds sail over the green hills.
and SEEM her cattle and sheep brows-
in about the fields. 1t had rested her
eyes and her SOUL
And then, all Of q sudden, she had
this bunch that maybe she was miss
in something. Not that she thought
she could come back regular. or
break into the old life where she left
on. She says she wasn't as foolish
In the head as all that. Her notion
was that she might be happier and
moro contented If she just looked on
from the sidelines.
II wanted to hear the music" says
she. land see the lights, and watch
gay and beautiful young people
doing the things 1 used to. 1t might
well. it might shake off some Of my
years. Who knows"
Sure! That's the DOPE" says I.
Course lot of their old time joints
amt runnin' now-Koster & Biars.
Harrigans, the Cafe Martin-but
maybe some you remember are still
Open"
SILLY" says she, shakin' a pudgy
forefinger at me. THAT isn't what 1
want at all. Not the old. but the new;
the very newest and most fashion,
able. I'm not trying to go back. but
to keep up"
"Oh!' says I. "In that case it'll be
easy. How about startin' in with the
tea dance at the Admiral, just opened?
Begins at 4:15."'
Tell me, Torchy." says she. did
you ever see any one as-as huge as
I am at tea dance? No. think we'll
not start with that"
'"Then suppose we hop off with din
ner on the Plutoria roof" I suggests.
THE Tortoni's are doing a dancin'
turn there, and they have the SWEETEST
jazz band in town."
1T sounds exciting" says Bonnie.
II will try to be ready by 1880. And
nj h0v
you will help me out to the eleva-
tor"
And it's while I'm tryin to steady
her on one side as she goes rollin'
waddly through the main Office that I
gets little hint of what's comm to
me. Maybe you've seen a tugboat
bobbin alongside big liner in
heavy sea. I expect we must have
looked something like that. Even so.
that flossy bunch of lady typists
showed poor taste in cuttin' loose
with the smothered smokers as we
wobbles past.
. And l could get a picture of myself
town the Sonora Conchita Maria
What's Her Name, alias Bonnie SUIT
ton, through the Plutoria corridors.
What il her feet should skid and.
after ten or dozen bellhops had
boosted her up again, they should find
me underneath? Still was in for it.
No scoutin' around for back number
restaurants, as I'd planned at first.
No, Bonnie had asked to be brought
up-to-date. So she should. too. But I
did wish she'd come to town in some-
thing besides that late Queen VIC
toria costume.
Yet I maps out the evenin' as II I
had a date with Peggy Hopkins or
Hazel Dawn. At 5:30 I'm slippin' q
ten-spot into the unwillin' palm Of q
Plutoria head waiter to cinch q table
for two next the dancin' surface and
from there drops into a cigar store
where I pays two prices for a couple
Of end seats at the Midnight Follies.
Then I Sticks up bit at a Turkish
bath and at 1898 I'm waitin' with the
biggest taxi I can find in front Of
Bonnie's hotel.
expect must have let out a sigh
of relief when she shows up, and
notice that she's shed the unsteady
velvet lid. It's some creation she snapped
it for, pink satin affair with q
wing spread Of about three feet, but