The Washington times., 1930-11-11
NoD Go On With the Story

men get-or are gotten by-oh.
Mr.. Gillespie, working in a
place like this is a highly eye
opening education. But they
tell me this Freeman is rather
intriguing. They tell me-
II think he's horrible" cut
in Miss Schuyler. "He has the
face of a criminal"
Eyes. miss" assented the
waiter. HE has been accused
of questionable practices. He
is the head Of all the gangsters
and racketeerS in New York.
They tell all sorts Of stories
about him"
A New Admirer
IF that girls hair is natural,
it's the most devastating red
I've ever seen," said Tommy.
: % Indeed - observed Alice
quietly. "It seems to have hit
you rather hard"
Don't be silly, Alice But
it is extraordinary hair"
1T certainly is" clicked
Alice, as she brought her teeth
together. Would you mind
settling up and taking me
home? I have the most ex-
cruciating headacEe!"
Waiter - check" ordered
Tommy Gillespie.
annie" said Silk Freeman,
I'm used to a flock Of atten-
tion whenever I go wherever I
go. But / never got so much
concentrated interest as I'm
drawin' right now. Gould it
possibly be because you're the
prettiest thing that ever tod
dled?"
Behave, B. b." gurgled An
ME. You're just tryin' to be
nice. I'm on'y a small-time
broad from the tanks. The
idea o. my putin the spot on
Silk Freeman!"
Listen, fire-top: you put the
spot on me TN you put good
men on the spot. Gee, with
your looks an my brains"
ALI She Feared
"Okay-let's 60 in business"
I'VE are in business. I'll
nevc' let you get away from
me, Annie. I-I-look at me,
you beautiful kid-look at me
look at Silk Freeman, the big
shot-look cookbook in my
eyes-what do you see there?"
Polack Annie drew deeply on
her cigarette. 1t was all she
had feared. She didn't have
to look into those eyes. She
had put up with this stuff all
of her life. Once she had been
in love and it had been gor-
geous - and tragic. Every
other time it had been a pain.
And this man-vshe couldn't
help admiring him-he was
the last word in her world
wanted her!
She wasn't proud. She wasn't
glad. It meant that she had
to give in and give up again.
She was no weakling. She had
bumped off the two toughest
gorillas in Chicago, the wick
eldest town on earth. She had
been the cause of costing more
than a dozen other hard men
to go to hell. She had paid
off-pretty. Why did men still
see her only as a female? She
didn't relish the part.
And here was the Big Boy,
himself, leerinS at her, flushed
with champagne and paying
her boobiSh compliments. How
silly.
It was just too bad.
The waiter laid a check on
the table, face down.
A Ten Dollar Tip
Silk Freeman signed it with
out turning it over. He laid
$40 bill beside it.
"C'mon," he hearsed, thickly,
well breeze to my joint
the wine here is lousy know
becus they buy it from me.
Wen go home where we can
get the stuff they can't buy at
all. Vintage! Too precious to
peddle. C'mon."
Polack Annie sighed.
It was palpable- e-Freeman
had a champagne edge on. And
when a hop-head gets stewed,
he's wicked.
Sure" she said. "Oh-sure.
That'll be dandy"
Silk Freeman caught some
thing of the spirit of her words.
"Oh-no?" he sneered. "If it
isn't dandy, it'll be just a night
wasted. An since you got
nothin' to do an nowhere to go
an nobody to see, what the
hell is the Squawk about, red
head?"
who's Squawkin'?" asked
Polack Annie.
you! You brainlesS broad,
playin' hard to land with me
with Silk Freenlan-Ill knock
you forty feet out from under
that funny little hat that / paid
for. You amt in Chicago now.
you punk. You're in New York.
An you're with me-with me!
Get that straight an don't for
get it. Now come along-an'
smile. II YOU don't like it make
nAliMka Ynal do In fhia hIIrR