Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-10-28
Women In Love mv&ux

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to their mother, but borrowed by the
daughters as occasion arose.
"Oh, Lolly would never let mel"
Ann protested.
"For heavens sake, it'll be in hook
any day! Grab it while the grabbinb's
good!" counselled the older girl.
When Bernice swung it about her
shoulders, Ann stared at herself in
the mirror. There could be no lovelier
frame for her beauty than this ermine
wrap with it's great swirl of fur about
her face, and-since she was taller
than Lolly-from the knee downwards
there was foam of rose-pink skirts.
"You look like dawn on the high
Alps, darling-or should I say sun
rise ?" Bernice looked enviously at
Ann. She had gained ten pounds
avoirdupois thru her duties at "The
Laughing Pig. It wasn't becoming,
but what could one do about it?
AIMS thoughts were on Paul Brad
ley. What would he think of her in
the lovely gown and ermine wrap?
Was it fair to flaunt such expensive
things in the face of her fellowwork-
ers?
Bernice, however, insisted on it.
To AIMS relief, she found she was
wasn't to sport the only ermine cloak
at the ball. Brenda Selz was in red
chiffon velvet with a similar wrap,
and there were several others in the
foyer outside the ballroom.
The party began.
Stiff at first, but gradually liven-
ing up as men and women lost their
shyness over mingling with the diff
ferent grades"
Here little contingent" Zone who
is temporarily employed in the store
during holiday rush or salesdays)
would be dancing with a floor-man-
ager 1who knew nothing about her
except that she was lovely to look at)
and wasn't the naughty stylist from
Paris (she of the black satin pres
ence) floating around in the arms of
Clancy, the detective of the employees
entrance?
A voluptuous vision in too-tight
white satin, Cora Schwartz of the
Costume Jewelry was having her in
nings with the Art Director of the
Advertising, whom she adored.
Cheng Lo, the Chinese tea attend
ant from the de luxe fitting salon,
in an orchid gown she'd wrangled
from little Miss Shellfish, the Misses
Buyer, for the occasion, was flirting,
shyly but effectively, in Oriental man.
ner, with good-looking stock boy.
Miss Shellfish herself, who had
spent two hours in the stores beauty
parlor, and who had removed her glass
es for the evening, was indeed trans
formed. With softly blooming cheeks
and hair delectably waved and (whis-
per it) tinted, she looked ten years
younger, as Make Furchheimer, the
portly manufacturer of Misses Dress
es to whom she gave so many orders,
was whispering to her as they danced.
you're as light as feather, Max
ie," she told him ecstatically, smiling
at the red-faced fifty-year-old. To
her he was amazingly good-looking.
Virile! was her inward description
of him. She was an avid reader Of
light novels.
"Say, Gerty, if you keep flashing
that dimple on me, I'll lose my head!'
Il don't mind if you. lose it," Miss
Shellfish flung at him coyly. Oh!
this was a night of nights!
Renita Parrish 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 absolutely
turned him down, and he was furious
about it.
But Renita had given him an amaz-
ingly good dinner. Snails were his
passion and among other dishes, Re-
nita had had a bowlful for him, with
the right wine at the right tempera-
ture, and even a bottle of champagne
towards the end of dinner. He felt
completely reinforced.
Ann was dancing with handsome
window dresser. Gordon turned his
eyes resolutely away from her and her
white orchids and curly bob, and re-
doubled his attentions to Renita, who
was in slinky Nile green.
Tonight she simply had to be a
Cleopatra if ever she was to bewitch
this reluctant Mark Antony! But she
was making headway with him, after