Evening star., 1920-01-04
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bells in a breeze.
Hand me the shoe -Suttonsr. Phon-
zie. the doctor says STOPPING is bad
for my hairpins."
Their laughter light as foam met
and mingled.
'Oh, YOU nervy Gertie.
What's Your hurry Phonzie
desrie?"
Il don't see YOU stopping me
Fine chance with her crouchine
over there. ready TO spring"
Hang around, sweetness; maybe
I'm not on duty. and III take YOU to
supper if you've not got a date with
one of your million dollar Charles"
Soft pedal. Phonzie. You know I'd
break a date with any one of 'em any
day in the week for 60-cent table
d'hote with YOU"
Hang around then. sweetness"
Hang around, If l hang around YOU
any more than | have been doing in
the last five years, followin you
from one establishment to the other.
they'll have to Kill me to put me out
of my misery"
iot iC dii IiEn otit AHu w men
YOU haven't any of the greenbacll.
boys around to fill in. you can al
ways fall back on me-"
You're nice old boy. Phonzie, and
/ like the kink in your hair, but-but
sometimes when l get blue, like to-
night. II just wish l had never
clapped eyes on YOU"
"Aw, Cert you got the dumps
Look at her over there l can
see her by her profile; she's hanging
around to buy your dinner tonight.
Whatta you bet she springs the ap-
pointment book yarn on you and you
fall for it?'
A laugh fitted beneath Mr. Mich
elson's blonde hedge of mustache.
Can l help it that 1 got such
hypnotic, mesmerizing ways?"
She smiled beneath her rouge and
wanly, mo darling" she said.
Across the room Nine. Moores re-
garded them from beside her pile of
sheeny silks and her fingers would
pluck nervously at the fabrics.
Hurry up over there Phonzie; l
told her the black lace was on the
way"
Miss Dobriner daubed at her red
lips with lacy fribble of handker-
chief, her voice soto behind it,
Don't let her pin you. Phonzie.
Have a heart and take me to supper
when I'm blue as indigo"
He leaned to impale pin upon his
lapel.
"Cha'o hitQ
can I squirm if she asks me to go
over the appointment book with her
tonight?"
Tell her your grandmother's
lead"
He leaned for another pin.
Stick around down in Seligman's,
II I dust my hat with my handker-
chief when / pass. I'm nailed for the
evening. If ! can wiggle. I'll blow
you to Churchey for supper.
L. - 20. 49,.
~'shh:h-h."
He .reTeated behind the manve-
colored swinging doors. The two re-
naming sihyls;- hatted and coated to
crane the necks o fthe passerbys, hur-
ried arm -in-arm out into the spring
evening. An errand girl, who had
dropped her skirt and put up her
hair so that the eye Of the law might
wink at her stigma of youth, hung
the shimmering gowns.away for an
other days display. Gertie Dobrin-
er patted her ringed fingers against
her mouth to press back yawn and
trailed across the room, adjusting her
hat before fulllength mirror. In
the light from a single electric bulb
her hair showed three colors-yellow
gold, green gold and, toward the
roots, the dark gold of old bronze.
"You can go now, Cert"
Yes. madam"
Miss Dobriner adjusted spray of
curls. Through the mirror she could
observe the msuve -colored swinging
door.
"Did--did Du Gass order that fish
tail model, madam"
Nine Moores dallied with her ap-
pointment book. Through the mirror
she could observe the mauve- colored
swinging door.
Yes, in green"
"If had her complexion I'd wear
sandpaper to match It,"