The New York herald., 1922-07-31


/ Maybe; was you there?"
Every winter
Whose car do you driver"
There's much laughter at that and
gradually it becomes clear to her that he
is democratic son Of New York aris-
tocrat and she-well she Is down with
Ma and Dad and the inference is clear.
Dad has so much money he ought to be
investigated by Congress. Or maybe she
might be q Greenwich Village artist
She gives but a hint Of it, Of course. be-
cause she Is not sure of his social status
yet And 1t might turn out that he is a
oung lawyer or doctor or movie director.
At any rate she accepts him as some-
thing worth hanging on to and trying
out, whereas he goes along wondering
whether she is one Of these heiresses Of
whom he has been hearing.
Romance Has Chance.
Every season has its famous romance.
Usually it is some handsome hotel clerk
marrying the daughter of a retired
brewer Sometimes it is the brewers
ovsrstuffed widow. At any rate the jazz
beau who carries out the bridegroom
part is in soft for the rest of his life.
Our hero has heard of these stories
(the majority Of them untrue) and he Is
taking no chances of losing opportunity.
May he see her at her hotel or cot
| tage that evening? He may not But
she'll meet him at the Shelburne or
the Ritz for dinner. Now we get down
to facts Here is where the truth comes
out. But does he believe in that? He
does not He is fearfully sorry. but he
| Is having dinner with a business friend
Of Dads and as much as he'd like to
he can't break the appointment. You
know-one of those men you don't break
engagements with. But he will meet her.
say. at at the Beaux Arts.
Our jazz-belle arrives in her room
! (eulipped with running water), with a
small trunk Or a couple of suit cases.
She has a couple of frocks Of that
| toweling-like material and slathers OF
silk stockings. If she intends being on
the very van of the parade she must
hsve a long sIinky gown that fits her In
| a rnau ssr suggesting a loose cigar wrap
per. Il ie torpedo shaped and buttons
with huge discs down the side. Away
down near the ankle 1t Is open that her
feet may have necessary chance.
Sometimes 1t is provided with neck.
! a sort of choker effect. and sometimes
! It hasn't any more neck than Bull Mon
I tana In the latter case It Is cut away
down toward the waist line. what
! sector of that dress went to the Tropic
| of Cancer end. That made long skirt
but virtually no waist or vest or upper
or whatever it Is.
| Just to digress from the progress OF
| our iazz-belle, permit yoJr correspond
| ent to explain that he was at somewhat
| of loss when writing of women's wear.
| Words-the right words-seemed to be
reluctant. Thinking that his ignorance
was going to make itself manifest In
| this dispatch. he went up the Board
walk 10 where Mile. Tromperie famous
| on the beach as Milly) holds forth sell
ing positively the last word In French
| creations.
It's Gift.
"I,issen, Mister" said Mile. from
! perie. Never. seen a man who knew
so much about gowns as you do. GO
/ ahead and tell 'em. You got a gift for
describing clothes. Honest. you have"
| Therefore your correspondent pro-
/ ceeds. much relieved to know that he
knows what he is writing about. There
| fore. to proceed with the jazz-belle's $
wardrobe we come TO her cloak. II
might be a wrap that she winds around
herself Ike a blanket, or 1t might be
dolman sort of coat with fur collar.
Sometimes II has long. silk fringe
at the bottom. and generally the inside
Ia far more beautiful than the outside.
She has ten or twelve sweaters and
change OF shoes-white ones and dane
ing pumps. We shall leave her there.
| Her bathing suit is couple Of feet
| of cloth: belted in around the waist and
falling to a point half way to the knees
brings the bathing suit within the beach
law. The snappiest Of them seem not to
haveany legs to their Annette Keller
mans. But their long. silk stockings
| make up for that.
| In the evening our typical hero meets
our typical heroine. and they do the
cabarets. It is about ten-thirty. The
rail birds have taken up their positions
along the ocean side Of the Boardwalk.
Most mysterious are these gentlemen.
You wonder what they do during the
day. Sleep probably. Some are In
| rolling chairs. lolling back smoking
cigars and ogling the passing femininity
some Celebrities. These.
| They all seem to know each other.
There Is Liberty Rosenbloom OF Broad
and Chestnut streets. Philadelphia; the
Klein boys OF Frankfort, Mamie. Gus
and Charlie Swackhammer Of Tren-
| ton. Benny Dean of Harlem. of whom
Il is said he won 100000 last week on
the ponies: Fiddler Martin Of Newark.
welterweight prizeflghter; two massive
gentlemen who look thoroughly untrust-
worthy. Ed and Mac: Heine Cohen and
George Walker OF New York. Ike Lutz OF
Jacksonville Savannah and Richmond;
Willie Lazarus, who Is disappointed IL
yon don't know he sells Scotch lat $50
case: Kid Gallin. Al Bloom. Monk Ben
nett and hundred more.
They say Willie Lazarus and Al Bloom
arrived at the foot Of New York avenue
tered that taxicab at Forty second street
and Seventh avenue, New York, and had
told the chauffeur to take them to At
lantic City. The chauffeur was no piker.
He filled her and steered southeast. He
deposited Willie and Al at the foot Of the
ramp leading to the Boardwalk and
said
Good morning. gents. Ninety dol
lars"
"Yatta boy" replied Willie and tossed
the chauffeur a hundred dollar bill.
Hope l amt brealin' you. gents"
said the chauffeur.
Here's your other fifty" replied AL.
handing the chauffeur $50 more.
Willie and Al struggled UP the ramp
and fell into a wheelchair. II was early
in the morning and some one rustled up
one of the melancholy negroes who pro-
vide the motor power for the chairs.