San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-09

don't imagine you're the only twin six
in. town. And we settled it right
then and there The pink and white
cheeks dimpled. And then he went
out and bought me big"
Miss Marietta Mallard halted as a
girl slid into the chair next 10 ner's
and stretched out hand to dust a
film of powder from the face Of her
mirror. Mirrors were propped against
both sides of the rack that ran down
the long makeup table.
Above them was suspended row
of electric lights in a tin reflector.
2 Into them gazed as many types as
there are flowers of the field, with
just two traits in common-all were
slender, all young.
At the moment there were some six
teen in various stages of preparing
for the costume which the prettiest
chorus on Broadway wore in Scene l
of "Good Night Cap"
Miss Marietta Mallard scanned the
girl who had just come in. Then she
winked at her black eyed chum.
SWELL" she observed, show is ma
mas sparkler tonight"
The girl turned with grin that
was not in her eyes and flashed under
Miss Narcotics little nose the hand
that busted the mirror. On its third
finger blinked diamond, the size and
brilliance Of which was breath taking.
Miss Mallard turned TO the black
eyed one. "Gracie, deah, suppose you
had block of ice like that-wouldn
you try to make your clothes live up
to it,"
The black eyed one giggled: "And
wouldn't be so upstage about it un-
til did,"
The object Of their amusement, Sal
lie MacMahon, billed as lara May,
turned back to the mirror. Il pay
cash for my clothes. That's more
than some people can say
aThey look it," the black eyed one
murmured sweetly.
sYou don't know how to manage
him. my deah,' Miss Mallard com
mented. baby blue eyes fastened on
the radiant stone.
The girls lips opened, then shut
tight. Ripping open her one-piece
serge dress. she tossed it on the hook
in the wall where hung plain brown
ulster and imitation seal urban
alley cat caught in the rain. Miss Ma
riette had christened it. Then she
pulled the chair into place and slashed
on makeup.
Sallie was one of those who merited
the splashing announcements OF the
Posters. Perhaps it was her long mer-
maid hair with its glisten of sunset on
the sea; perhaps the fact that the
lashes shading her deep blue eyes were
the same gold; perhaps the transpar-
ent quality of her skin with the swift
play of young blood under the surface
but whatever it was, Sallie's beauty
held q luminous quality Sallie herself
did not possess. Sallie was just girl
| with a faculty for doing what she was
told. The daughter of Scotch IA
Their with somber eyes and an Irish
mother with laughing ones, both Of
whom had sailed the misty river into
unknown lands after a stormy sojourn
together in this one, she had been left
at fifteen TO take care Of herself, with
love of the beautiful on one hand
warning against sense of economy
on the other.
Speeding across the stone floor nm
der the stage, she tried TO bring a
smile to her lips. They merely trem-
bled. .---.
There came the march of a military
air and the girls filed up the wobbly
wooden steps and through a trapdoor.
Sallie fluffed I'm her abbreviated skirt,
brought the smile to her lins, fixed it
as if it had been glued there. Her
young elastic body rippled through
the number under the changing lights.
She loved the jazz, loved the stir of
rhythm. She was nineteen. Music
was in her blood.
She danced through the varying
scenes with swift changes of costume
and hurried dabs of powder. A num-
Der toward the end of Act III was her
favorite. 1t was one in which the
girls trooped down the runway and
trilled\to some male occupant of an
aisle seat:
"Oh-oh- oh-oh-h-h-h-h-
Won't you-smile at me:"
Tonight, as she syncopated down