Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-07-10
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| had a voice at school. guess ]
have always known how 20 sing. It
comes natural"
Flavia took the sweet face in her
hands.
well, dear child, you have a 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 III old Eng
lishman want TO cry. Flavia Is right,
and she can help o You must
take her advice, and sort of let her
mother you, don't you know"
Ordinarily, Flavia would have re-
scented, h~eatedly, the mothering, the
insinuation OF the difference in her
z and Janet's. But she was too
interested and too surprised to no
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 ray, and her feeling Of
strain was all gone. These were
lovely people. IL was a beautiful
world. She ran over and chueked
Sir Henry under the chin.
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. IL seemed that her fin
gers were all over the piano at once.
Even Flavia, who much preferred the
clsssicals, laughed and sat back, en-
/ joying herself immensely. Jutty got
up and executed a wicked Varsity
Drag. When Janet finished he
rushed TO 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 in
circles. He Charlestoned, black bot
toned, tangoed- Janet could not be
confused.
Flavia was too surprised and
amused at the c~leverness Of the little
country girl to be jealous. When
they stopped, out of breath, she
clapped her hands.
well, 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 to
be rewarded"
Janet's eyes were like stars. She
flew to Flayia and threw her arms
around her.
"0h. 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 demon. and
dance like a mad woman I must
take her to Goldstein, Flavia. You're
signed up, my girl" (GoIdstein was
a famous producer Of ~revues.)
They dined at a little hole in the
vail ram dhNAVlHAQ NdDleS LndT lined
the sides. and sat in crude benches.
Candles, huge ones, that looked like
great i~cicles. 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 ~
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 to
meeting. Janet looked around and
was very quiet. Flavia smiled and
winked at Sir Henry and Putty. ~
Janet. flushed and with n solumn
look on her face, stared about her.
She scarcely touched the food. and
seemed almost unaware that there
wa sanyone with her.
(TO BE CONTINUED
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