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her any diTerent than, model"
Pm not saying she amt good
thirty-six. Phonzie."
Keep down your hips and waist
line, Cert. ] always say to her, and
YOU are good in the business for ten
years yet"
She should worry while the crop
of fourcarats is good"
Yes, but just the same girl like
her don't know when her luck may
turn. girl can lose her luck some
times before she loses her figure"
Any old ime she can lose her luck
with YOU.
Me"
Yes, you."
Nine. Moores bent over the pleats
in her napkin. Opposite her. his Gig
arctic held fastidiously aloft, he re-
earded her through it's haze
well of all things. SO that--that's
what You think?"
IL know"
know what?"
That she's dead strong for YOU"
Sure she is, but what's that got to
do with it? That girls like-welI,
she's like Il sister or--or a pal to me.
but she's got about as much time for
fellow of my pace. except when she
gets blue. as--as the Queen of Sheba
has"
Thats what you think, maybe but
: everybody else knows she--she's been
AFTER you for years trying" 80
law, cut tire comedy. madam, Hon,
7 est. you make me sore. She's nothing
/, to me. off the floor but a darn good
pal Say, l can treat her to a 6O-cent
table d'hote twice week, but don't
you think in the back of my head
when 1T comes to a showdown that 1
couldn't even buy silk shoe-laces for
/ girl of her kind. l amt her pace
and we both know it. Bosh"
You'd like to be all right if-if
she didn't have SO many rich ones
hanging around"
Just the same, many's the time
she's told me if she could land a regu-
lar fellow and do the regular thing
and settle down on seventy-fve a
month in Harlem nat, why she'd
drop all this skylarking of hers for
family of youngsters so quick it
would make your head swim"
Sure, that's just what / say.
She"
"Many's the time she-she's cried
to me--just cried, because the kind
of life she has to live don't lead to
anything and she knows it,"
Il amt blaming you for liking her,
Phonzie; girl with her figure can
make an old dub like me look like
well, just guess after her IL must
look like thirty cents to xou."
You! Say, you got more real
sense in your little finger than three
Of Gert's kind put together"
She colored like a wild rose.
Sense amt what counts with the
men nowadays; it's looks and-and
speed like Gerts" .s 'jaf -:
Girls like Cert are all right, + tell
you: but say. when it comes to real
=. brains like yours-nobody home"
~, Maybe not, but Just the same it's
the girls with sense get tired having
the men rave about their smartness
and. pass on. to go rushing after an
empty head completely smothered un-.
der yellow, curls. That's how much
real brains counts for with-with YOU
men,"
He flung her gesture, his cigarette
trailing design in smoke.
Honest, madam. you got me wrong
there. A fellow like me amt got the
nerve toto 60 after a woman like
YOU. girl like Do Do or Cert is nv
size. but I'd be q swell dub trying
to line up alongside Of you, now
wouldn't I"'
Tears that were distilled in her
heart rose to her eyes. dimming them.
Her. hand huttered in among the
plates and cups and saucers toward
him.
"Phonzie, H." .
You what?"
I-1-aw, nothing"
Her head fell suddenly forward in
her arms. pushing the elaborate coif-
fure awry, and beneath the blue
checked apron her shoulders heayed.
He rose.
Madam! Why, madam, what"
"DOnt-dont pay any attention to