The New York herald., 1922-08-07


knockers was saying?"
'Oh. deah. no. And you, dearie: Not
working? They told me on the coast
| that 1t was a bad season for extras now
that they've been cutting down in the
pictures
But the place to get the real gossip
is up in front Of the Nassau. Tl.e s:lan-
agement of that establishment has
erected canvas bungalows on the beach
just below the boardwalk line. Therein
sit the dowagers, now and then Writing
each other or entertaining the younger
strolling set.
| Mamma" screamed mature flapDer
who was squatted upon one Of these
gorgeously canopied floors. ''see who's
coming-La Jaune Fougue. Ltd"
| Mamma, large, calm woman. wclter-
| ing under a sable collar wrap, shaded
| her eyes with the evening newspaper
with which she had been tanning herself
and observed with a tinge OF scorn the
approach of La Jaune Fougue. Ltd.
| Anybody who doesn't believe 1t can see
the business that La Jaune Fougue, Ltd,
Millinery, gave this reporter
ooh. Mamma:"
! He wore blue velvet riding breeches
faced with doesSin, patent leather boots
and an olive green coat. the skirt Of
which dropped to his knees. 1t was form
fitting to the last stitch. Besides lie
wore terrific white stock and carried
a crop. His uncovered hair matched the
boots. A pet Of a mustache trimmed
his lip
Delighted to see YOU, Mrs. Madge,'
greeted La Jaune Fougue, Ltd, salu'ing
mother You're looking fine. Seen the
Countess?"
mot since I sent her her monthly
statement" replied the practical lady
under the canopy.
"Oh. mamma !" protested the .na.rre
| flapper.
well, have II" demanded mamma.
"Is there anything wrong with saying
I amt seen her since sent her that
statement for two evening gowrs ard
one imported wrap"
| Slipped her mind, in all probabil-
ity," laughed La Jaune Fougue, Ltd.
my own customers are that way now
and then. But don't do any worrying.
Mrs. Madge She'll come across. But
she is awful absent minded. was to
meet her on the beach at three and
here II is four
| Maybe" conceded the unconvinced
| Mrs. Madge (costumer to the profes.
sion; high grade work a. speciality.
La ,Jaune Fougue. Ltd.. bowed and
continued his stroll. and the center OF
interest became q massive young
woman in a cream colored one-piece,
whose black stockings were held up by
the ordinary suspender sarters. In the
first place the presence Of stockings on
this young woman was sufficient to at
| tract attention. Stockings are not
common. But the suspendcr garters
were a blow to the tip Of the chin, as
stays are not worn.
Where do you suppose she anchors
the upper end Of those garters to-" de-
manded lady under the second can
opy.
why don't you ask herr
ITO my ears. dearie. my ears" sang
the sensation, who had overheard the
question.
within the Nag.
Along came a little man with a
slobular paunch. 1t Is presumed that
he wore a complete bathing suit. but
only the upper part was visible. 1t
was OF decent gray and hung from his
shoulders like smock that had been
the property OF a man a foot taller
and ifty pounds heavier. He was look
ing beneath the boardwalk through the
sort Of spectacles worn only by the
most near sighted of individuals. There
was a hunted look about the poor man.
He was Juggling a large and obviously
heavy travelling bag.
He seemed conscious OF nothing ex-
cept that bag. Eventually he ducked
beneath the boardwalk A crowd
hovered at distance determined to
miss nothing.
Maybe it's,hooch," ventured one.
Lets pretend we're Izzy Einstein.
suggested another.
The little man opened the bag eau
tiously and peered within. With his
hand he explored the mysterious In
terror and presently he drew forth a
bottle. The crowd drew nearer. The
cork was drawn with the teeth. Into
the cupped palm of his left hand
the little fellow poured N little of the
stun. And then, to the intense disgust
Of the audience. he began rubbing II
upon his round, hairless skull. Hair
restorer! Then he rubbed his nose and
forehead with grease. closed the bag
and covered II with sand. Thus pre-
pared, the little man waddled into the
surf. knee deep, while his smock filled
and fiuttcred in the breeze
Having looked them over II seems thai
the crowd down In front OF the Nassau
is the trade set, while the Trouvilie eie-
ment Is the artists colony. The talk in
dicated that the former set had cred
itor's hold upon the latter.
The urge toward coats OF arms
prompted an actor to have emblazoned
upon the door OF the silvered body OF
his motor car pair OF dice rampant
upon q two dollar bill field. The motto
was Shoot the Piece" A crimson racer
bore upon It's side an obese Cupid scat
tering roses. Beneath II were the words
Success Cutie Delaney"
But lot us go on to view the Greeks
The Greeks hold forth on the stretch OF
beach between the Lido links and Mas
sau. Under pup tent there iolled two
gentlemen who wore coats Of tan. Fur
ther along a group of children disported
themselves In the surf.
Ever have any kicks about this nude
stuff" the reporter asked one Of the
| men,
Sure" was the reply. but we don't
| invite nobody here. SO anybody who gets
shocked has nobody to blame but them
selves"
"weli. It seems as though little
privacy"
"whaddeya mean privacy7' retorted
the Greek. I'VE amt got nothing to
hide"
1t Is hard to tell where THE New
YORK HERALD reporter will 20 next Sun
day. The editors can't agree. One sug-