The Washington times., 1920-08-12
The Restless Sex
A Romantic Film Drama With
MARION DAV VLES
BY Robert w. Chambers.
BY Robert w. Chambers.

living Rose OF the World IN her
hands. She bent her head and drew
II through her bresst-girdle. Then.
slk-soft, exquisite, the SAkya maid
lifted her satin-lidded eyes, sweep
ing the massed audience above as
though seeking some one. And
Cleland saw that her eyes were
lilae-grsy; and that the girl was
Stephanie.
Suddenly the massed orchestras
burst into an anachronistic two-step.
The illusion was shattered: the ball
was on! Assistants ran up and gath
cred together the glittering debris
ana pushed chariot papier mache'
elephant and camel and palanquin
through the two entrances: god
seized goddess, heroes nabbed
nymphs; all Olympus and the out
lying suburban heavens began to
foot II madly to the magic summons
OF George cohan.
Audience Joins the Dance.
Under the blaze OF lights the
throng on the dancing floor swirled
into glittering whirlpools and rip
Piles, brilliant as sunset on a restless
sea. The gayly costumed audience.
TOO, was rising everywhere and
leaving seats and stalls and boxes
TO join the dancing multitudes be-
low.
Before he descended, CIeland saw
Grismer and Stephanie dancing to-
gether, the girl looking up over
her shoulder as though still search
ing the tiers OF seats above for
somebody expected.
Before he reached the floor ne
he n oil frta da ~
quaintances. more or less recogniz-
able under strange headdresses and
in stranger raiment.
He ran into Badger Sphinx, as a
'fawn in the spotted skin OF pard.
his thick hair on end and two little
horns projecting.
Hello" he said briefly: "you
back? Glad TO see you-excuse me.
but I'm chasing a little devil of a
dryad-"
He caught sight OF her as he
spoke; the girl shrieked and fled
and after her galloped the fawn. in
tent on capture.
Cleldnd Greets Old Friends.
Clarence Verne, colorless OF skin
in his sombrely magnificent Egyp-
tian dress. extended an Egyptian
hand to him-the hand he remem-
bered so well. with its deep. pictc.
graphic cleft between forefinger
and thumb.
when did you come back. Gle
Iand?" he inquired in that listless
drugged voice OF his. To-day?
Hope well see something of you
now. Do you know that
Nautch girl-the one in orange and
silver? She's Claude Gwynn, the
actress. She hasn't got much on,
has she? Can the Ball des Quat'z
beat this for an unconcerned reye-
lation of form divine?"
II don't think it can" said Gle
land, looking at bacchante whose
raiment seemed to be voluminous
enough. The only trouble was that
1t was also transparent.
Nobody cares any more" remark
ed Verne in his drowsy voice. THE
restless sex has had it's way. 1t al
ways has been mad to shed its
clothes in public. First it danced
barefooted, then il capered bare
legged. Loie, Isadora and Ruth st.
Denis between 'em started the tash-
ion; Bakst went 'em one better; then
society tore off it's shoulder-straps
and shortened it's petticoats; and
the AUSTRALIAN swimming NeLus
stripped for the screen. It's all
right: l don't care. Only it's a bore
to have ones Imagination become
atrophied from disuse II 1
can find a girl thoroughly covered
I'd be interested.
Searches For Stephdnie.
He sauntered away to search. and
Cleland edged around the shore OF
the dancing floor. where the fot-
sam from the glittering maelstrom
in the center had been cast up.
Threading his way amid god and
goddess, nymph and hero, he met
and recognized Philip Grayson. one
OF his youthful masters at school
a tall handsome figure in Greek
armor.
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