The Washington herald., 1920-04-11
New York City
By o. o. MeIntyre

New York. April 1o.-Hail the
perfect shouldersl Shoulders more
alluring than those. of Mary Gar
den and aye even more than those
Of the Venus de Milo. They are
shoulders that are as dew on the
lotus and as soft and veivety as
. bed OF roses.
The shoulders were brought to
Manhattan. where nightly their
white gieam will pierce the cim-
merriam gloom OF the Tired Busi-
ness Man. by Mile. spinelly. the
darling Of the Paris theaters and
boulevards. As might be expected,
Mile. spinelly was brought to
America by F. Ziegfeld. jr.. that
rare collector of feminine pulchri-
tude, who has selected nearly
every stage beauty Of the last de-
cade.
Broadway wiseacres say that the
. shoulders will vie with the muchly
vaunted monkey glands in restor-
ing youthful vigor to those wan
men, n-about-town whose feeble steps
and puffed eyes tell Of a wasted
youth.
New York has paid court to
classic profiles, marvellous tresses.
Kitty Gordon's back, shapely
ankles, perfect thirty-sixes. but
never before was II called upon to
kneel to shapely shoulders. or
course there have been the wiggly
shoulders of the shimmy experts.
There was Bee Palmer. who took
the raw, human-all too human
stuff Of the underworld. with it's
| sighs of sadness and regret. its
mad merriment. its swift blaze OF
passion. its turbulent dances. its
outlaw music. its songs Of the So
cial bandit. and made a new art
product of the theater. She was to
the sources of jazz and the blues
what Francois Villon was to the
wild life of Paris.
But this was stun far removed
from the concert room and the bou-
doir-and Mile. Spinelly Is an ar
tiste. She admits II. Her shoulders
are only for those who appreciate
the best in art. She would not dig
nifty her shoulders by wiggling them
70 the tune of a shimmy dance.
She declared the shimmy Is as foul
as the sewers of her own dear Paris.
Hers are shoulders that coax and
beguile-not bizarre and famboy-
ant-but more like the blurred
ringing Of a distant drowsy bell or
the clamor Of a fairy festival. There
| is the scent OF the lilacs and the
softly sprinkling fountain. They
are. to be blunt, some shoulders
| Mile. Spinelly. of course, Is easy
| to look at otherwise, but she makes
no claims except for her shoulders.
She dances. too. and she wears
daring tights. but they have no IN
terest for her. She Is only interest
ed in presenting to America the
most beautiful shoulders the world
has ever known. Alta boy!
This is the day Of the woman
cashier in New York. They are
taking the places of men in the the
aters. restaurants and small shops
| 1t is maintained by some competent
judges that in the handling oi
tickets men are superior TO women,
but, on the other hand, that in the
art of taking in bills and making
| change the women are more nimble.
fingered as well as quicker in calcu-
lattion. II the contest takes place
a number of girls in motion picture
| theater box offices Of the theaters
will be eligible.
Not much is being discussed a
the Green Room Club-the haunt
Of movie stars. press agents and
directors-save the return of Ellio
Dexter to the movies. He Is com
ing back to the world of the sill,
yer sheet that has so sadly missed
his polished artistry.
| A year ago Dexter dropped out
| ~ "a nin OF Ea II
was believed to be hopeless Grip
pie. But he is back, restored tC
health. There are those who smile
at Dexter's explanations. But h,
has a right to his opinion. AnC
IL cannot harm anyone to lister
| Here 1t is:
Right thinking healed me, wher
everything else had failed. Good
happy thoughts instead of bad
ones; clean, wholesome thoughts
instead of wrong, poisonous ones
I have somehow learned the truth
about men. That's all. Perhaps
I don't understand 1t very we'll my
self. 1t is just that whereas
was blind. now / see / never ex'
pected to be we'll again. / had re
signed myself to a creeping death
But I am well. That is the answer
| am nappy.
1t was a difficult task that Johr
Temple Graves, ST., was called &c
do the other day. He was asked
to review the first novel written by
his son, John Temple Graves. jr
He did 1t as only a fond father
could.
1t is a spectacular leap from the
quiet mysticism of a monastery L
the flare of Greenwich Village. bu
IL was the jump taken by Robert
Robbins, 20 years of age. He served
three years in Holy Cross Monas
terry, an Episcopal Church order
and then he came to the villag,
twelve months ago. He merel,
wanted to prove that his statue
and crucifixes could make him
living while he was waiting to b.
old enough to enter the monkisl
order of the Holy Cross. He has
tiny studio at No. 40 Christophe
street and II is a meeting plac
for the village sculptors and ar
lists. There are crucifixes, saint
and the acrid odor of incense. TIL,
young sculptor lives and dreams