The Washington herald., 1921-12-03
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NS" ioRh, Lee many OF
New .York's most famous stage
beauties were recruited from the
army of graceful mannequins who
strut in the gilded Fifth avenue
dress making salons.
Dolores was an English girl who
came to America as a model and
her ability successfully to display
fine gowns resulted in her becom-
ing one of the best known and
highly paid show girls.
There is a naughty grace about
the mannequin. Most of them are
exquisitely tall and supple with un-
dulating walks. When the groups
OF customers arrive the mannequin
appears from behind velvet curtains
and moves slowly from one end OF
the salon to the other. with head
poised like some long plumed bird.
she steps slowly to each group,
a marvel of Incidence and bored
nonchalance. She may awaken in
the morning in the drab of an East
Side hall bedroom but when she
reaches her work she lives the ele-
gance of Il French marquise In a
Pinero play
There are few who are paid
800 a week but the average salary
Is $50. They are sought for lunch
con and dinner companions with as
much eagerness as the reigning
beauties of the chorus.
At the luncheon hour one may
see the manrequins in the restau-
rants of the shopping district. They
have about them a mysterious as
surance and people wonder il they
are Famous actresses. society wo-
men or debutantes.
When they appear jeweled women
straighten their backs with inter
est. Fops adjust their monocles.
For these girls by the nature of
their calling have learned the art
OF dressing and, know the latest
! and smartest designs a few hours
after they have cleared customs
from the bands of the Partisan
artist-couturier.
Ten writer's of mystery fiction
had dinner the other night at
Browne's chop house on Broadway.
MI lbI MGR new out
not one had ever covered police
headquarters or murder trials. In
deed. two were formerly society
editors. The ingredients of mys-
terry rarely vary-a deserted house.
add some pine trees, mournful
wind, a feud. a triangle. a shot In
the night. woman in black. a
choking cry and odd footprints
then send for the strange type of
detective. Mystery writers are story
tellers, nothing more. They leave
philosophy and the cosmic snarl to
others. Yet they are writer's of best
sellers and most of them are we'll
fixed financially.
The other afternoon / sat in a
theater and saw a man. who used
to sing in saloon back rooms for
nickels tossed by loungers, make
an audience weep singing nanny
melodies. Perhaps il isn't art
have never found out exactly what
art is-but II is the most unusual
gift of swaying emotions | have
ever seen. The lyrics were terrible
the tunes grooming and smackinS Of
honky-tonks hut a lump came into
every throat Just the same.
New York's brutal police clubber
finally sentenced to the penitentiary
appears to have some extraordinary
power to dodge punishment. After
being on whisky debauch for two
weeks in the Tombs he was trans
fcrred to the psychOpathic ward at
Bellevue where he remained a week
or so to decide upon his sanity.
He was declared sane but in the
meantime he had lodged prison
fare, slept on a comfortable bed and
had all the comforts of a GONZALES
cent.