The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-06-25
AN APPOINTMENT AT ONE
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10 sneak. George couldn't decide whether she was
pretty or not, "passable" was his final verdict
That seemed to be about right. Her face had
faint mouselike expression which recedlng chm
and a prominent row of upper teeth protruding
from her mouth made more obvious. Her cheeks
were coated with a layer of powder while steady
look sometimes interchangng with pathetic APP
neal radated from her eyes. lie continued his sur
veyal at the same time his glance stripped hers
he saw beyond her white dress, and felt q desire
to touch her"
George was bakers apprentice, whose emotions
conmuted between "going out with the boys" and
a desire to settle down. He was first drawn to
Nancy by sheer physical desire later that gave way
to regulated like. Towards the end OF the evening,
after they had gone the rounds ferris wheel and
listened to the band music ne actually beginning
TO admire her, partly because she was not gold
digger" As they played, their talk ran into chan
nels of which both ignorant but neither cared
For the most part it was confined to an accounting
of their experiences.
That chance meeting became Nancy's constant
thought She dreamt, and spoke about 1t, always
repiecing together the entire evening She recalled
how they danced in the pavilion, while thru the
window she saw the swirling of giant merry-go-
round It was the happest day in her life. She
saw themselves once more wading their way thru
other couples, while their feet beat rhythmic tattoos
to the wang of jazz band
Soda bottles wet straws fascinating music, hand
clasps all filtered thru her mind. She kept repeat
"Oh you're so different from any other man I've
met could just love you to DEATH" she told him
that once and later million times to herself.
"Kid. you're all there" he chded back, Gust
nestle closer in my while say love you"
That simple phrase meant the world to her. She
did not stop to question his sincerity, and allowed
his hand to explore her soft flesh freely.
'eWhen can see you again." he whispered. She
etept out of his embrace.
"Are you sure you want to see again, after
the way I behaved tonight" Her question was not
intended to be convincing.
"You bet do, hon."
"Then call me up Wednesday night" make it in
the afternoon, Nance work evenings" he broke
in She consented.
Cline, I'll have tickets for some matinee then"
Between stifled sobs and kisses they parted.
1t was now Wednesday the day she was to meet
him. and Nancy was at work as bus girl in West
51st Street coffee pot. She was all upset after
learning that she couldn't take the afternoon off as
she planned. Her boss emphatic. Another girl
did not show up that day, and she was needed to
take care Of the noon day rush. She wondered what
to do. 1t was nearing the hour when she should
have been in front of the Hippodrome.
George promised to get tickets, I've got to meet
hm-Ive got to meet him." she unused she
stepped from table to table clearing off dishes She
was torn between a yearning to meet him, but that
would spell the loss of her job, keeping her job
and risk losing George. Both were important to
her. She sought possible escape from this per-
picking predicament, finding none she continued
loading dirty dishes into copper tray and with
wet rag held in the other scrubbed the marble
topped tables. Then CHANGING at clock and seeing
that it was already past she lapsed into con-
lectures, in which she pictured George waiting for
her The thought of it stabbed her she again looked
at the clock and made up her mind to meet him at
all COSTS
With boldness that comes of desperation, she
brought her tray into the kitchen, and without tell
ing her employer stepped into the tiny dressing room
where she discarded her work-dress for her own.
After powderng her face she looked thru the partly
opened door, and when his back was turned walked
out of the place. The restaurant keeper her
leave loud Nancy" was all he said. He had