Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-07-10
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| had a voice at school. l guess /
have always known how to sing. IL
comes natural"
FIavia took the sweet face in her
hands.
well, dear child. you have u gift.
God given. You sing like an angel:
You have a brilliant future-and !
am going TO help you"
Sir Henry stood up and took
Janet's hand.
"Jove, girl, you make an old Eng
lishman want TO cry. Flavia is right,
and she "a help you. You must
take her advice, and sort Of let her
mother you, don't you know"
Ordinarily, Flavia would have re-
scented, heatedly, the mothering, the
insinuation OF the difference in her
age and Janet's. But she was too
\ interested and too surprised to mo-
/ tice. Jutty Bigelow mopped his
| brow and reached for a cocktail.
That calls for another drink.
You could almost wean me away
from jazz, angel, with pipes like
that"
Flavia crossed to the sofa with
Janet, her arm about her shoulders,
and handed her another cocktail. Her
eyes sent a little questioning look
which Janet understood. But, fear
ing to seem young and inexperienced
Janet tipped the glass and drank.
That was delicious! Janet felt
suddenly gay, and her feeling Of
strain vas all gone. These were
lovely people. It was beautiful
world. She ran over and chucked
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"Now for a little ribald jazz, old
dear. Curb your weary soul"
Putty raised his eyebrows as Janet
began playing, like a little demon.
wicked jazz. 1t seemed that her fin
gers were all over the piano at once.
Even Flavis, who much preferred the
classicals, laughed and sat back, en-
joying herself immensely. Jutty got
up and executed a wicked Varsity
Drag. When Janet finished he
rushed 70 the piano and caught her
up in his arms.
Hot diggety, Angel, you're a WOW!
Where have you been hiding all my
weary, fruitless years." He began
to dance with her. They whirled ir
circles. He Charlestoned, black bot.
toned, tangoed. Janet could not be
confused.
Flavia was too surprised and
amused at the cleverness of the little
country girl to be jealous. When
they stopped. out OF breath, she
clapped her hands.
We'll, Janet, ! see you are fitted
for almost any kind Of a job the
stage has TO offer. You certainly
won't starve to death on Broadway
Talent is n thing that Is sure Il
be rewarded"
Janet's eyes were like stars. Shs
flew to Flavia and threw her arms
around her.
"Oh, Flavia (the name slipped out)
do you really think ] have a chance
Do you think just the little stuff ]
do is enough?"
Sir Henry broke in before Flavia
had a chance TO answer:
There isn't a star on Broadway
who can sing like an angel from the
operas, play jazz like a demos. and
dance like a mad woman. I must
take her to Goldstein, Flavia. You're
signed up, my girl" (Goldstein was
a famous producer Of revues.)
They dined at a little hole in the
wall, firm unclothed tables that lined
the sides, and sat in crude benches.
Candles, huge ones, that looked like
great icicles. The food was terrible.
and the people sitting around looked
like freaks to Janet. The walls were
lined with modernistic art attempts.
IN screaming colors.
She was puzzled. Why were there
so many men who looked as though
they needed hair cuts? The women
were mannishly dressed and had their
hair almost all cut off. Some of
them looked almost like men. II
you couldn't see their skirts thew
would look just like them.
Only three people looked like the
folks she had been accustomed ~
meeting. Janet looked around and
was very quiet. Flavia smiled and
winked at Sir Henry and Putty. -
Janet, flushed and with a solumn
look On her face, stared about her
She scarcely touched the food, and
seemed almost unaware that there
wa sanyone with her.
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