The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-25

fr> lou wouid. Iou stick TO mes
kfddo. and see if what tell you about
the Amsterdam Roof don't come true?"
Honest, LeeE"
'Aw. but what's the use treating
little girl like you white. when she
acts so cold and touchy the minute
fellow tries 70 get loving with her. You
bet YOUR life FloSsie would have flung
me her wreath last night If / had
winked for it; she amt a cold little
baby-doIl like you"
z"
whats the use trying to help a
little girl that amt got no tempera-
ment. when she's as cold as ashes?
Them amt my kind. Temperament Is
what YOU got TO have in this business
ginger"
Where the trees met darkest above
their heads. so that not even the stars
peeped through. she stood suddenly
on tip-toe so that her eyes, bluer than
Italian waters. were parallel with his.
How how much-temperamen
does a girl have TO have, Lee. TOTO
get ahead? Huh? Honest, Lee, I'm
green in this game and want more'n
a girl ever did to get ahead. How much
TEMPERAMENT does she have to have.
Lee?'
For answer he leaned over and
kissed the curved line where her lips
met.
The acte de resistance of the Forty
h; vii
stealthy plucking Of muted violin
strings-a device popular for the mys-
terry it twangs and insinuates. Grad
ual lights disclosed papier-mache
cave. glowing with Unsupported sta
lactites and stalagmites and bent
backed, pussy-footed chorus of red
hooded gnomes winding through its
subterranean labyrinths. Tip-toe! Tip
toe! Tip-toe!
A tremoo of drums rumbled to an
ear-splitting crescendo, and four wind
sprites, tossing their veily draperies.
bounded from the red mouths of four
up-stage caves, singing an off-key sup
pliance TO the Storm King and sustain
ing high c with faces strained and
stained to deep vermiliOn. From the
right wing in shirt-seeves and with an
eye to nature, Mr. Charley Lee direct
ed the lightning, and between flashes
manipulated the wind machine. Above
the song OF the gale his voice rose and
fell through the imprOvised megaphone
of his cupped hands.
Hurry them ponies back there
swing 'em on-5dang it, swing EN- on.
Speed 'er up back there-speed!
Speed"
Suddenly from behind a stalactite
drop the raindrop chorus descended
from heaven in carefully selected
shower.
patter of applause passed through
the audience.
Dangling midas rom silver wires.
score of the effulgent creatures
swung pendent, silver legs fioundering,
silver skirts f1Ouncing, and tossing sill
yer roses from shallow silver baskets.
And in their center, dangling highest
fir I'm the stalagmite floor and further
distinguished by silver wreath placed
as if in blessing on her brow, Miss Lola
Laladay sparkled like dew in sunshine.
Cali Hail the Storm King" sang the
ballet, dangling on their wires.
From the gloom of the right wing
Mr.. Charley Lee let out a generous
lightning flash and in its white flare
clapped his hands together and smiled
up at Miss Laladay. She tossed him
token from her shallow basket:
"All Hail the Storm King" trilled
the four winds, waving their bony
arms.
"All Hail the Storm King" chanted
the pussy-foOted gnOmes, turning
cowled heads toward the left wing.
"All Hail the Storm King" sang the
ensemble. facing the left wing and fall
tering on high c,
Suddenly the silver wire jerked Miss
Laladay higher still and she poised
limbs distended like bisque angel de-
pending from a chandelier. A flower
entwined trapeze descended from be-