Evening star., 1934-05-17
INSTALLNIENT XXI.

THE following week was a busy
one, with only half as many
L Sandra needed. Sonny War
ren escaped the watchful eye
Of his mother and came into town.
AL Hart, director Of dance for "Prin-
cess Pep gave Sandra a solo bit in
the lace chorus. Stephen conceived q
new idea for play.
Sandra saw her mother and Valerie
of for Paris. Il am leaving you in
charge of your Uncle Raoul," Corinne
said. She was the grande dame
again. Il dislike the idea, but there
seems nothing else to do. OF course,
the theater Is only one of your fads.
If Raoul had not tolerated it. perhaps
even encouraged it, you would be sail
ing with us"
Perhaps. Anyhow, three cheers
for the OWL" Sandra said, feeling 1t
was one Of her lucky days. Corinne
had not discovered her hideaway.
When Sandra emerged from re-
hearsal that afternoon, Sonny War
rem was waiting at the stage door.
She was sincerely glad to see him.
Sonny! Where have you been?"
Sandra swung onto his arm.
In Siberia. They call it Palm
Beach. I did fadeout on the mater.
Got party all set now-Bubbles and
lie Fargo. They're waiting Join us?"
Sandra felt some one at her elbow.
She turned to face Stephen Hale.
"Oh, Steve" she said, reaching for
his hand. This is Sonny Warren.
You're just in time. Sonny has a
party in tow. I've been rehearSing
all afternoon and I could gobble q
carte du jour mayonnaise. Let's CO."
Thanks" Steve was too solemn.
IF the party is arranged"
Real parties are never arranged.
They just happen. Step on it. We're
blocking the thoroughfare.
Stephen Hale was fitting in with
the crowd east of the Avenue rather
too we'll for Sandra's satisfaction.
Bubbles Courtlandt and Sonny rarely
promoted excitement without includ-
ing, or trying to include, Steve, who
seemed quite willing to leave of work
in favor of the spicy entertainment
they provided. Sandra would have
cut herself off from their course en-
tirely had it not been for Steve.
The experience was so new for this
youngling from the Midwest that the
speed, the glitter of it enthralled him.
Nothing mattered except that one
kept moving. Time did not count. nor
place nor cost. Sometimes they visited
as many as six places in an evening.
looming forward toward the goal OF
change. Always change. New faces.
The girls were more eager for the
chase than the men.
The pace they set provided Sandra
with nothing more than boredom. She
had gotten away from it and had no
intention of being drawn back. Steve
was puzzled by Sandra's attitude, was
frank to confess as much.
A week after her mother and Valerie
left for Paris. Sandra asked the Queen
to organize her gang for another ses-
sion of Steve's cooking class in Twelfth
street.
Sure, why not?" the Queen agreed.
"Only this time we ought to hold 1t
at Milt's. He's got couple OF Chinks
buttling for him. Thatll save messing
up your place"
IT like it messed up," Sandra said
"And I'd sort of like to break in those
pots and pans Milt donated"
"Okay. get so fed up with female
imitators and hot mamas in night
clubs could kill couple every night
-suren it would be no sin"
Tomorrow night after the show
them"
"Okay again. Say. do you think
YOUR pencil pusher could cook lobster?
I can have Milt send down flock
or two. like the way Steve cooks
his spaghetti and all that. but crave