Henderson daily dispatch., 1937-01-28
CHAPTER 6

MY, IT'S beautiful" Janet said
following Harry and their waiter
to a wall table against the gaily
painted walls of the Jungle Bar.
I'm surprised you hadn't heard
of It before. It's a popular spot
at night with the younger set, but
the old gals come here in the day.
time to catch up on their thrills"
Janet's eyes travelled apprecia-
lively around the big room to the
dance floor beyond. A Spanish or
chestra played softly on the palm
decorated dais at the end of the
room. There were soft, cool lights,
the companionable sound of clink-
ing glasses and the air was sweet
with mingled perfumes. There
jwere flowers on each table. A girl
I'm a pages costume moved from
table to table with her tray of hors
Id'oeuvres. The appointments of a
luxurious play place.
Noting the prevalence Of dia-
mond bracelets, of sable and silver
foxes thrown back over chairs,
Janet wished that she was wear
ling her good black taffeta frock
instead of her faded summer print.
Ut was still warm these mid
September days but the new
autumn fashions had already made
their debut and Janet felt shabby
land uninspiring.
i've been so busy keeping
house." she said, II haven't had a
chance to run over to Paris this
fall for my clothes"
"You look all right to me-" her
host said CALAMITY. "You look
fresh as daisy compared to most
of these women"
I we'll might, Janet thought,
noting that most Of the women
were indeed fat and 40 as he had
said. Harry, as we used to say,
you must be in the chips. Tell me
about yourself"
He had been with a booking
Office she remembered. ct am,
Janet. Did you know had con-
nected with the Federal Picture
company?"
The Federal Picture company
was a large combine in Hollywood.
congratulations, Harry! I didn't
Know. You're not an actor, are
you?"
mo, honey, and no longer a 10
percenter," Hollywoods name for
agents. I'm scouting. Perhaps
you read about Lame Lester?
discovered her working in haber-
dashery store. She's going over
big. The movies are looking for
new types and faces and I'm Off
cial locker"
THAT must be interesting.
Janet slipped her cocktail and her
eyes wandered to a nearby table
where two women were sitting
alone. They were both fiftyish and
they simpered and cooed when a
young man with a green carna-
ton in his lapel came over to their
table. They exchanged a word
across the table and one of the
women rose.
"What are you looking at?"
Harry asked.
THAT table. A young man with
green carnation came over
and >" her glance darted to the
dance floor. "What is this? A st.
Patrick's day party? All the
young men have green carnations"
Devanter laughed. "No, little
innocent, the green carnation
marks the gigolo. Most of them
are chorus boys. They get $40 a
week and tip slipped into their
hands by the ladies when the
dance is over. I say, Janetw
"What'se the matter?" Janet
asked, alarmed, and felt the bacl,
of her hair. Harry was looking at
her so strangely she thought her
hair might be slipping down her
back
'There isn't anything the mat
ter. l was just thinking of some
thing that might interest you
Ever do any acting?"
II? Don't be ridiculous, Harry
"Im trying not to be. 1 have
an idea. You know we're not look
Ing for pretty girls in the pictures