The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-06

1 L4CIlIE dSd4lASL dQfEIc4ky.
She leaned forward as she rose
and touched his worn shoulder.
When I'm a star, you'll be one, too,
Jimmy. Wait and see" she said.
Then my futures made?"
The girls eyes glistened. You
you mean that, Jimmy? You think
I'm good?"
I know you are!"
Brady nodded sarcastically to-
ward them from the middle Of the
floor. Lay off that stuff" he
called, not unkindly Sure, both o.
you are going up in electric lights
some day. But there's work to do.
Snap it into it now!"
DICK STANLEY glanced about
~ the long room Ha..h unabashed
interest. quite a place, isn't this?"
he said. 1t was all new to Stanley.
This was the world of Broadway
where values we're altered from
those which governed his own shell
tered life.
In Stanley's set it was what one
had in his pocket. Here it was
talent that catalogued men and
women.
From the practice rooms came
the medley of strains-jazz tom
toming wildly, grooming sounding
gently, feet tapping briskly.
He could hear directions shouted,
praise offered, abuse piled on the
heads of famous entertainers by
arrogant little dance arrangers of
whose existence the public never
would know.
Feet were briskly flying, clicking
Two girls in a sister act crooned
in harmony. A heavy voice called,
That's fine, baby. You're coming
Slide, kick, da dada! That's it.
One, two, three!"
Little windows in each door per-
mitted interested persons to gaze,
Dick observed. That is to say, he
observed the little windows. He did
not know that they had been put
there for two precise reasons-pro-
priety, and to facilitate searching
out particular performer or an
accompanist. They were not in
tended for idle spectators such as
Dick Stanley.
Instantly the young man had be-
come interested. This girl was good!
Trevor should ask her to dance at
the party tonight. Dick stood watch
ing for several moments in sheer
delight.
Indeed she could dance! Taller
than many dancers, she nevertheless
was graceful and winsome. Her
hair danced merrily as she tapped,
her body bending, her arms swing
ing. head tilted this way and that.
The girl was pretty too, darned
pretty. Black hair, white creamy
skin, blue eyes and red lips. Lip
stick? Probably. These chorus
girls weren't any different in that
respect than the girls of his own
set.
But if that coloring was artificial,
Dick decided that it was more
skillfully applied than most.
He watched the girl skim over
the floor, clicking, pausing, whirl-
ing, Obvious to her surroundings.
He watched the dance instructor
rasping out commands. nodding APP
provingly and bringing well-shod
foot sharply to the floor in perfect
rhythm.
He watched the accompanist, his
hands pressing out the melody, a
melody that sang.
Then suddenly the girl stopped.
The dance instructor turned abrupt
ly toward the door. The music
ceased.
Dick could not catch the words,
but he was certain the girl muir
INJURED something. Her lips moved
and instantly the accompanist
twirled on his stool and struck the
piano keys with single finger.
"Oh-say-can-you-see?'
That was for himl Evidently he
had overstepped conventions. A dull
flush crept into Stanley's smooth
rich tan as he left the window.
Moving back along the corridor,
he heard the tom-tom of the piano
beginning once more. He could
hear a shouted order, could hear
the girls feet-click, click.
TIE wondered who she might be
l. L and knew just enough not to
ask any one else around the place.
If he was to further his interest in
this girl, he must let it appear cas-
ual
But his heart, his very much
overworked heart, jaded perhaps as
only a 22-year-old heart in the
breast of a good-looking, wealthy,
college bred man can be, took a sur
priSing routine of action. Dicks
heart was in a positive tumult as he
made his way back to Trevor Lanes
side.
Joe Paris was talking with&Trevor
at the counter. Wen send up the
Tapping Taylors, then, Mr.. Lane. All
right? Maybe Flossie Kent. She
has a nice little song number. Good
looking, too. NO FloSSleS signed
I'D like the Melody Boys" Trevor
was explaining. They could drop
in late after the show"
Sure. The Melody Boys. They're
playing in June Time but they
could be with you by 11:30. Time
enough?"
The party will just be starting"
Trevor smiled.
Sorry Flossie's playing" Joe
unused.
rs she far away?"
Pittsburgh"
oh" Trevor smiled again and
the telephone girl hoped to good
ness he would leave his telephone
number. She could take message
from Joe maybe and talk to him.
He might try to date her up.
You remember Bessie Leigh?"