Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1920-09-18

to have dressed with a fashion ,date
for mirror, assembled the brown stone
steps and pressed the button beside
the green door with white panels.
Maggie ushered him in. She looked
exquisite in an evening dress she had
made herself for this particular eve
ming, and which on the morrow would
be ripped ruthlessly in the process of
Transformation into more service
able everyday garment.
BE seated, Mr.. Langford," she told
the young man, who deigned to de-
post himself on the davenport. "You
can't realize how appreciate your in
vitation. could conceive of no great
er treat than to be present at con-
cert by Tezenatta. To think she
should appear In Cattolanei Why.
she's one Of the worlds greatest vocal
artists. II not the greatest. Music low
ers should extend vote of thanks to
Professor Labello, who is backing the
enterprise. The brute population had
Its opportunity two months ago, when
the heavyweight champion was here;
and now we have chance"
Mr.. Langford shifted his position on
the davenport. He had been one Of
the brutes who witnessed the cham
pion's exhibition and had been one of
the loudest to applaud. Mr.. Lang
ford's soul devoted only small. re-
mote corner to the ethereal, and he
looked forward to Tezenatta's concert
with little enthusiasm. His only OBJ
ject In inviting Maggie to the concert
was desire to be with her; for she
had long been the object Of his ad.
miration.
The music lovers were appreci. i've
especially the first five rows of the
orchestra section. where tickets were
Sc each. The armory was filled, and
this was source of qualification to
Maggie. who remarked:
Nov CattOlane can be proud of
herself. The audience that saw the
pugilist couldn't have been larger Pro-
fessor Labello has resurrected Cato
lanes soul. Art has triumphed over
brute"
Mr.. Langford swallowed yawn in
the blooming stage.
After the concert Jim Hennessey
sat in his bare room and smoked a
pipe while he fingered the pages of
a pocket notebook that served as a
ledger.
"Yes, the heavyweight champ netted
a nice sum-" he unused, NEARLY three
thousand net profit"
A shrill female voice at the foot of
the stairs interrupted his calculations.
"Mr. Hennessey, there's loidy on
the phone"
He went downstairs, but returned
presently and adjusted his tie and
wiped his shoes and creased his hat
carefully. He left the house and walk
ed several blocks before turning into
a side street. Under light at the
next corner he paused. took out his
pocket ledger and opened 1t.
"Yes." he unused, "the heavyweight
champ was good investment"
AS he turned the pages a whimsical
smile crept across his face.
"But this is different. Think Of an
initial outlay of four thousand. and
then imagine giving away two thou
sand dollars worth of passes to fill
the best seats. And the gate receipts
only a thousand! Net profits7
There amt none! It's three thousand
dollars worth Of net lossesl"
Tin, mt tho hook in hiS nockat and
continued his walk. A block farther
on he was stopped by debOnair
young man who appeared to have
dressed with fashion plate for
mirror.
you're smart one, aren't you,"
meered the interloper. "Bill Jordan
of the Banner told us all about it
down at Boltwood's cafe; how you
promoted the concert and used La
bellos name to hide your connection.
You deserve a medal of leather"
Jim smiled cheerfully and walked
on without replying. He began to
whistle, but the sound did not make
the night birds envious; for Jim was
not the worlds champion whistler. But
he felt like some kind of champion
as he mounted the brown-stone steps
and pressed the button beside the
green door with white panels.