The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-07-07
SHINING NEVER
PAYS, WRITER
DECLARES
Woes Of Night Life in
City Barred in Girls
Intimate Diary
BY ELSIE ROBINSON
copyright. 1895. by King Features
Syndicate, Inc.)

Syndicate, Inc.)
There are sermons preached
from pulpits-noble, inspiring SER
mons. But there are other SER
mons, more moving than any that
ever Numbered through a church,
more CHASTITY than any presented
in cold type.
One of these sermons" lies in
a Chicago cemetery today-mur-
dered! A few days ago she was
warm and lovely flesh-Starry
eyed. crimson Tipped. crowned
with tumbled curlS, radiant as the
dawn. A thousand night club
habitues in Chicago knew Audrey
Vallette'S name, toasted her beauty
and wit, contributed to those
catch-as-catchcan funds which
sustained her gypsy existence.
Forgotten Tomorrow
Today Audrey Vallette is cold in
death, her rose petal mouth agape
with its last, gagging scream. E.
her alabaster beauty marred by
that black bullet pit from which
her young life drained.
Audrey Vallette is dead-un-
mourned. Tomorrow she will be
forgotten. But she has left behind
her the most terrific arraignment
of wild life, the most compelled
plea for morality that could be
written by mortal hand.
Audrey Vallette did not mean
to arraign vice or plead for virtue.
She was not even conscious that
she was doing so. Nightly her
shaking, drunken hands wrote
their record in her diary. nightly
her bewildered brain set down its
sad and Sordid story.
That story was written for her
own satisfaction; but unwittingly
she also answered the questions OF
a world as bewildered as she was
"a world whose standards are as
jurnbled, whose judgment is as
aSkeW as were her own. And II
there be a more poignant sermon
in human history than this poor
butterfly, I do not know it.
Craved Excitement
Here was a young thing who
loved excitement, hungered for
thrills, as every modern youngster
hungers for them. She wasn't "a
bad girl" originally. She was con-
vent bred, convent gentle by in
stinct. There are pitiful passages
in her diary which show her i'm
pulsive tenderness, but she was
born in chaotic times.
Like millions of her kind, she
believed that "only Saps work" "
And she was rarely, arreStingly
lovely. Men turned when she
passed, women gasped. It was so
easy, so fatally easy, to escape
work and tread "the primrose
path" So she trod it
BUT WAS THAT PRIMROSE
PATH REALLY PLEASANTER
OR MORE PROFITABLE?
DID AUDREY VALIETTE, THE
SUPERBLY POPULAR MIG HIT
LIFE MOTH, REALLY HAVE
MORE FUN THAN A RESPECT
ABLE WORKING GIRL. KNOW
LESS ANXIETY. FIND FULLER
FREEDOM?
DID SIN REALLY PAY FOR
AUDREY VALLETTE?
DIARY SHOWS WOES
You'd be surprised to know how
many women-women seemingly
untouched by temptation-are ask
ing that question. Asking it with
secret envy and resentment tug
ging at their hearts. And here,
in passages from her own diary
written by the hands that now lie
clenched in death Audrey Vallette
answers them:
."Cdnte to about 2 o'clock. The
darn phone had to ring and ring
and ruin my sleep. .Ye Gods!
Will I ever get any Sleep"
"AtDGEened at $3.50 Nth q
beGstly headache. it's comforting
to haze. someone to look torDGrd
to at the end of the eUening.
Someone to giUe me a comforting
1Dord at least, if not lone. of
course EnotO he doesn't feel the
Sn1ne about me NntnrnIL7J this is