The Washington times., 1936-12-24
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The party began.
Stiff at first, but gradually liven-
ing up as men and women lost
their shyness over mingling with
the different grades" Pc.
Here a little contingent" Zone
who is temporarily employed in
the store during holiday rush or
sales days. would be dancing with
a floor manager (who knew moth
ing about her except that she was
lovely to look att and wasn't the
naughty stylist from Paris (she
of the black satin presence) float
ing around in the arms of Clancy,
the detective Of the employees en-
trance?
A voluptuous vision in too-tight
white satin, Cora Schwartz OF the
Costume Jewelry was having her
inning with the art director of the
Advertising, whom she adored.
Cheng Lo, the Chinese tea at
tendant from the de luxe fitting
salon, in an orchid gown she'd
wrangled from little Miss Shell
fish, the Misses Buyer, for the
occasion, was flirting, shyly but
effectively, in Oriental manner,
with a good looking stock boy.
Miss Shellfish herself, who had
spent two hours in the stores
beauty-parlor, and who had re-
moved her glasses for the evening,
was indeed transformed. With
softly blooming cheeks and hair
delectably waved and (whisper
IT'D tinted, she looked ten years
younger, as Make Furchheimer,
the portly manufacturer OF Misses
Dresses to whom she gave so many
orders, was whispering to her as
they danced.
you're as light as a feather,
Make" she told him ecstatically,
smiling at the red-faced fifty-year-
old. To her he was amazingly
good looking. Virile! was her in
ward description of him. She was
an avid reader of light novels.
"Say, Gerty, if you keep flash
ing that dirnple on me, I'll lose
my head"
IT don't mind if you lose it,"
Miss Shellfish flung at him coyly.
Oh! this was a night of nights!
Renita Parish was dancing with
Gordon Gavin, who had dined
with her at her apartment earlier
that evening, through pique with
Ann.
He had wanted to take Ann to
the store dance, but she had abso-
lutely turned him down, and he
was furious about it.
But Renita had given him an
amazingly good dinner. Snails
were his passion, and, among
other dishes, Renita had had a
bowlful for him, with the right
wine at the right temperature,
and even a bottle of champagne
towards the end of dinner. He
felt completely reinforced.
Ann was dancing with a hand
some window-dresser. Gordon
turned his eyes resolutely away
from her and her white orchids
and curly bob, and redoubled his
attentions to Renita who was in
slinky Nile green.
Tonight she simply had to be
Cleopatra if ever she was to
bewitch this reluctant Mark An
thony! But she was making head
way with him, after long
drought, amatorially speaking.
She, too, like Miss Shellfish,
had visited the beauty parlor, but
with more stunning results. She
was a handsome girl with a lovely
figure, and her auburn hair was
eXquiSitely arranged in a straight
sweep from her forehead and lit
tie sculptured curls at the back
of her neck.
Perfume at $25 an ounce had
been sprayed upon her hair, the
lobes of her small ears, the hem
of her dress. Gordon and she
moved in divine aroma, as she
had planned they would, cost or
no cost.
1--WE dance well together, don't
you Think" She lifted her green
eyes, whose heavy lids were
touched with jade-green shadow
paste, artistically. Pale green pow
der misted the flush upon her
cheeks.
1--WE certainly do"
The music swelled about them.
Renita snuggled closer to him. She
closed her eyes.
At that moment, Gordon saw the
windoW-dresser leading Ann to the
door of the ballroom, and Ann stop
ping to speak to Paul Bradley.
It didn't mean anything, of
course. And yet
Five minutes later, Ann was back
in the ballroom, dancing with the
merchandise-manager.
Over Rentals head, Gordon kept
tabs.
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