New-York tribune., 1921-05-15
"Michael Angelo had nothing on our sculptors.

may notice, everything is pink to me that isn't
downright red. She had golden hair, marceed
to the last MARCEL and rather showy diamond
affair in place as headpece.
But she wasna dream She smiled across
the six or eight feet that separated us, her
arm extended in the unrnistakable way Of a
friendly welcome. She was almost human
1t it hadn't been for the plate glass window,
should have walked in without any further
preliminaries. Without question here was my
lady to interview.
Inside the store, was buffeted from counter
to counter, directed and redirected, until
found myself hanging over the advertising
managers desk. When in doubt it is always
a good plan to look up the advertising mana
ger. He can understand more in two seconds
than foorwallser or a cashier can in an hour
Certainly and by all means," he said jovi-
ally. II can see harm in it, and, who
knows, perhaps some good. That is Belinda
La Marquise you wish to interview. She used
to be Nell, the Bathing Beauty, and before
that Nightgown Annie But we got new set
of legs for her and new bust, and there you
have Belinda, the Exquisite"
"Then you don't mind about my interview
ing her privately, eh?" asked timidly.
Absolutely, old son, you can go as far as
you like. And Belinda won't mind, either.
She likes the prominence
1t occurred to me that it might be rather
splendid idea if the curtain could be drawn in
Belinda's window Being of a moderately shy
nature, had no great relish at the thought of
all Fifth Avenue peeking in on my interview
The advertising manager thought that this
could be arranged. In fact, he did man
age it.
"Now, are you all ready?" he warned.
Shoot" said /.
"Voila! Belinda" he said grandly and
showed me in through the lace curtain.
II there had been crowd of us Belinda
would have been nothing more than wax fig
ure; but being alone, just Belinda and I, inti-
mately in that pink room flooded with a soft
light, felt for the moment that she lived
The color mounted to my cheeks Suddenly
wished that had not worn soft collar
was conscious that my shoes were unshinetl
But Belinda continued to smile graciousiy:
her arm continued to extend in fond welcome.
She was upholding her end of the situation
beautifully.
There was small stool at Belinda's feet,
cushioned by pink pillow sat on it and
looked up at her, trying to make my gaze i'm
personal yet friendly. Vainly straining to
phrase the opening words of the interview, I
succeeded only in simpering out few mean
ingless syllables. From my point of view it
was altogether an ingorious affair. But at
length long training at my profession told.
The fuent flow of words flashed into the
breach and I was off.
1t would be violating sacred bond to reveal
any of the words that passed between me and
Belinda. Commercially ambitious as the av-
erage newspaper writer is, cannot bring N.Y.
self to it. Belinda fattered me with her CON
fidences. She has sealed my lips AS mat
ter Of fact. there was little of what she told me
that would interest the general public. Much
OF it was purely personal narrative, with only
smattering. of the generalities that are de.
manded to make up a story.
left Belinda on the run, my head bowed
under the weight of her eloquence, yet nause
ated with the luxury of it ALL Pluneing out
into the wild traffic Of the Avenue, pursued
course that carried me straight eastward
| wanted to get away from wealth and po