The Washington herald., 1922-07-01
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NEW YORK. June 30.-It n an
exotic love that has nowered in the
Rabeliaibian muck OF the Broadway
Tenderloin. He is a cultured bon
viVant. who by the reversion of pro-
hibition's intent has grown enor-
mously rich running a chain of ius-
trous cafes.
She Is Polish immigrant girl who
came to America with her parents
some ten years ago-a shawled lit
tie peasant, apparently doomed to
below stairs drudgery. The father
went West and became a laboricon-
tractor. She grew up in the atmos.
phere Of railroad dives.
somehow she struggled out OF her
environment and came to Manhat-
tan to dance in the cabarets. She
shouted coon songs and wiggled her
1.-THE body to sensuous refrains.
And one night he saw her. He
placed her as a performer In one OF
his cafes.
To end the attachment. his busi-
ness associates barred her, and so
ne ouilt the most intimate supper
club In the Furious Forties and
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veritable diamond in the rough, she
developed an artistry that made the
club the most popular In town.
Broadway opened its fickle arms
to her. Once the home ties were
too strong and she ran away to the
railroad town from whence she
came. He flooded the telegraph
wires with entreaties and when she
returned he rushed her to a most
exclusive dressmaker of Fifth ave-
nue., where an ermine coat, gowns
and hats valued at many thousan nds
awaited her.
That night she sat in the ring
side table splendor of the reopen
ing of one of his largest cafes
His devotion to her has been of
such an ambitious nature that this
summer he placed her as one Of the
principals in the reigning musical
revue. Soon she will have her own
theater.
Just now the former peasant girl
"a near star In the Broadway con-
stellation-is learning to read and
write. She struggles valiantIy
! through the Mother Goose jingles
By fall she confided to a friend
that she expected to master Robin
son Crusoe.
Not SO long ago there was a ORA
matte moment in her life. She was
the guest at the home of an impov-
erished Polish countess. For a mo-
ment when they met she became
the humble, wistful peasant girl
But at dinner she could not resist
the temptation to hold a delicately-
Hanged champagne glass aloft and
cry: I'm America We are all equals"
Down near Washington Square
there Is a short street of shabby red
brick houses with white stone
stoops. Most of them are occupied
by astrologers and horoscope read
ers and fortune tellers OF all sorts
The names are painted in white
against black background of tin.
There are sparkling crystal balls in
the windows and mysterious charts
hung on the doors. In the twilight
the seeresses and seers sit on the
stoops watching the stars. 1t is one
of the most peaceful spots in the
section. During the day fine lin
cuisines roll up to the doors and
veiled occupants race along the
fagstone walks to the mystic cham
bers One of New York's most
celebrated corporation lawyers Is
deeply interested in fortune telling
by coffee grounds. He always visits
Fortune Telling Row while untang-
ling the skeins of a great legal
snarl..
One of those naughty Fifth ave-
nue. buffers My good manned me
for a match the other sunny morn
ing. 1t appears to me a great con-
descension for a butler to speak to
ordinary folk. / wanted to proffer
him my cigarette case and tell him
the one about Bryan and the travel
ing bear in Topeka, but my nerve
deserted me. Some day though I'm
going to slap one on the pack IL IL
saps the last ounce of courage.