New Britain herald., 1926-04-24
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in faded gilt: "A. Sunshine, Pro- 1 ducer." On the door was nailed & placard, bearing the inscription:
 Sunshine Productions, Always Bright and Snappy." There was an outer room, covered with pictures of girls in tights, and supple young men in dancing poses. and various designs in which the word Sunshine" appeared with in teresting frequency. Young people sat around the walls, chattering, and watching the door to the inner office with some anxiety.
 Morton passed through this room, and without knocking. entered the next.
 This was occupied by an old-young man, sallow- checked, black eyed , slender, wearing pin-striped suit and q striking tie. Beside his desk another door opened into a larger room. from which came the sounds Of piano. Morton. looking into the other apartment, could see two girls, tripping along the floor in the begin ming of an elaborate dance step, Choke it off" ordered the old young man, as Morton came in. The music ceased, and the two girls. panting, came to the door and looked curiously at Morton shall VIC wait, Abe?" asked one girl
 "Yeh," said he. Hello, Harry" He extended his hand without get ting up. The girls, with another stare at Morton. retired into the room where they had been dancing. The batter of their conversation with the pianist could be heard as Nor ! ton shook hands with the old-young man. and sat down. Whats on your chest?" asked Abe. Haven't seen you in q devil of a while"
 Still getting rich?' asked Nor ton, tocularly. Just keeping ahead Of the sher- iff," said Abe. Every time they pad lock one of these places, 1t puts ono of my shows out of work. and then lose all the money put in the cos tunes, and everything. Then I've got 10 stake the girls until can put on new production. I wish some- times I'd gone in the second-h hand clothes business. What do you want, Harry" Morton arose. took off his over coat. laid it on q chair, closed the door into the inner room, and sat down again.
 i've got an adopted daughter Sunshine" he said.
 She's taken into her head that she wants 10 go into a show--cabaret show, or revue, or something like that"
 Abe, whose derby hat had been 1 hanging on the back of his head, took that garment and tilted 1t for ward.
 Society danes are no good In the show business" he pronounced, Don't show up for rehearsals, and about two nights after the revue opens, they get tired and quit, Nix on 'em."
 Morton leaned forward confiden- tially.
 DO understand that you are we'll i financed?" he asked.
 The other surveyed him with h. l terest.
 Sounds as if you were talking money. Am I right?"
 You are" said Morton.
 Abe made sweeping motion with his hands.
 In that case--shoot. I'm listen- ing. What do you want, and how much do get?"
 1 Morton reached into an inner pocket, produced a bill-fold, and from it drew a packet of S5O0 bills Counting them carefully out on the desk, he made them into neat roll held them moment before Mir. Sun shines eyes, and restored them to his pocket.
 Hey! Don't put 'em away" cried Abe. "l like 10 look at 'em!"
 "1ll exhibit them again. if VIC come 10 an arrangement" said Nor ton. Here's what want. I want Miss Morton to be placed in one oi your shows, as soon as she can bt rehearsed in few steps, and maybe a song or two"
 "Done!" said MT. Sunshine. heart fly, holding out his hand. Give mt the roll."
 Morton shook his head. That's s fat roll. want something more"
 Abe leaned back and waited.
 Miss Morton never has seer much of life. She never has heard any rough talk. nor seen any wilt doings," Morton went on. "I van you 10 select the rest of the cast fol this revue carefully. I want it to b, made up of good girls, and decent clean-talking fellows"
 Mir. Sunshine lifted his shoulder, high.
 What do you think this business is?" he wanted to know. "The girl are all good girls, you understand but they cnss a lot, some of them and they like furry story once ir while. do myself. We can't ac as censors over the way they be have. except On the stage, and some times in the dressing-room if the! raise a rough house, maybe. The!