The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-09
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1 tertainment. Barney Blake is his name. one of the girls told mo he went to college but didn't want to practice law and some- how he turned out to be a night club manager.
 "In my act am to wear mask and I'm never to take 1t off until l return home at night. Of course in the day time I'm just Joan Wnring but at night I'll be singing old songs like Love Brings Gift of Roses," wearing q lovely old-fashioned frock. And there's q gypsy song with . gor- geous gypsy costume. I think l like that best. Really the job Is going to be fun"
 BiIl grinned when his mother finished the letter. Sounds like our little Joan sort of likes that night club fellow. What do you say, mother?"
 Ills mother said, Nonsense, lBill! Don't be foolish"
 Tho first morning when Pat was introduced to her work as a model in the large wholesale house n girl named Jane Johnson prophesied, You'll like wearing good clothes--and you'll get used to them"
 one month later Pat knew what Jane meant. When she slipped carelessly into an exqui- site evening gown of white lace with pink rosebuds on the bodice she enjoyed the touch of the frag- He fabric, the artful lines, the flattering way in which the dress clung to her figure. Pat turned the price tag thoughtfully in her hand. Yes, 1t was easy to learn to like beautiful clothes.
 Jane, who had worked her way up to, supervisory position, put her head in the door. "rhere'S u gang of buyers waiting to see those evening gowns. More speed, girls!"
 I.aureen was modelling a green satin Vionnet. Jessie's white chif- ion was q copy of a Chanel. Ruth wore black velvet and Mabel, the other girl, n coral crepe. Pat, al- ready dressed, stood watching the others. IAureen was grumbling, "This thing fits mo like the paper on the wall. It's back to the orange juice diet for me, or I'll be out of q Job! And how I hate orange juice!"
 Ruth said, "Never mind, honey. Thoy say the Mac West figures going to be the rage and then you can have all the steak dinners and French pastry you want"
 "All right, Jessie," Jane said from the door.
 Jessie, with one slender wrist crooked against her hip in the in- imitable manner that was the envy and despair of some of the others, moved into the big room where the buyers were gathered.
 Mabel, looking llke glowing flame in tho coral dress, was next. It was Mabel who whispered to Pat when she returned ,"The boss is all a-twlttor! Some of hls best from Indianapolis, Larry Brent- ford from Milwaukee and c man from Dallas. Tho rest arc small fry who don't. matter so much"
 Pat her golden curls caught back, looked young and graceful with tho roses of her corsage matching color in her soft, curved llps. Slowly she entered the big room, pnraded before tho men and women buyers. As she moved over the thick carpet, past tho large, comfortable chairs. she became conscious of tho admiring gaze Of ono man. :.
 It made Pat nervous - the half smile on the lips of the stockiiy- built man. It was almost q delib. crate stare. He was carefully dressed, his thinning hair brushed until every hair lay smoothly m place. Hc sat forward In hls seat, one hand gripping his cane, de' youring Pat with his eyes.
 shc did not know why she dis- liked him so much or why she found his appraisal so disconcert- ing. After all, she was there to be looked at. Sho sighed with re- lief, however, when she was back in the dressing room.
 She had slipped into her street clothes and was tucking her curla under q white knitted hat when JaGe came In.
 :srhey want you In tho mana gers ofIice." Jnne said, adding kindly. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about"
 ] lTO Be Continueds