The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1938-04-04

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And, after that, Jim and Mitz
had danced nearly every dance
together. Harry, who'd brought
Mitzi to the dance, did not care
Harry was rushing that new
blonde. Anyway, he and Mitzi
were just good friends, nothing
more.
But from the first minute neat
little Mitzi had gazed into jim
Stedman's clear brown eyes she'd
felt this was different This was
the real thing. Mitzi was an ar
dent believer in love at first sight
Shed never experienced it before,
but now, at last, she'd run head
long into it.
HOW TRUE LOVE FEELS
It made her hot and Geld in
turn. 1t left her breathlesS. lips
parted, expectant. But was he,
Jim, experiencing it? She thought
maybe he was. For at tine end
Of that ecstatic evening, he'd
asked if he could call. Asked 1t
urgently. Il got to see you again,
Mitzi," he'd said, Il got to. Don't
you feel you got to see me?"
"Well-" she'd temporized, al
though she felt she'd die if she
didn't see him again. But then a
girl couldn't wear her hesrt on
her sleeve. 1t didn't pay. Keep
'em guessing. That's what she'd
been taught
Anyway, she'd asked him TO call.
Mitzi lived with her pop AMI nom
in a little apartment in the Bronx.
Small, but comfortable. One of
300 little apartments in that build
ing. All alike. With every mod
ern convenience. And a nice sit
ting room to entertain gentlemen
friends.
Before Jim called she'd spray
the room with Mutt d'Amour to
take away the smell OF cooking
that drifted in from 800 windows
She'd plump up the pillows on
the divan so that they'd look in
Viting.
Shed stop on her way home
and get some French pastry. and
At 10 or so they'd have coffee
and pastry. All day long she
kept thinking about it and about
lnim-about Jim. Or, if he only
FeIt the same way she didi
MITZI'S DAY
In Mitzi's day, however, it was
difficult to keep her thoughts on
lovely, romantic dreams. In Nit
Hi's day almost every minute was
q fight for space, air to breathe.
a niche for ones self. That morn
ing her day started wrong be-
cause some big gorilla in the sub
way knocked off her hat.
She'd barely been able to
squeeze herself into the crowded
subway train when this guy ups
with his elbow and off flies her
hat, and. before she could rescue
It, some one else stepped on it.
Her pretty little brown hat with
the tall red feather in it. The
feather looked like something out
Of buster now.
: Hey, who're you pushing!"
she'd cried.
Take it easy. sister. I didn't
mean to do it,"
take it easy! Lookit my hail"
Sorry, sister. What can you do
In a jam like this?"
Well, it was the truth! What
could you do in jam like that?
Squeezed in, people pushing you
this way and that. Not even a
strap to hang on. Pressed in, a
fat mans belly stuffing into yours.
It wasn't decent. really. But what
could you do?
MitZi couldn't bulge. A woman
screaming, Let me out! Let me
out!" fighting her way through,
her face distorted. her hat, too
knocked aSkew, working her ell.
bows like she was escaping from
the Spanish war.
At the Thirty-fourth Street sta
ton, Mitzi, with others, was
shot through the doors like corn
from q pepper.
NO RELIEF AT WORK
Then u, in the street she had
to shove her way through the
crowd to get to the store in time.
And once at her table IN the base
ment there wasn't much relief.
1t was the first day of the Big
White Sale-Sensational Bar
gains! Women milled around
Mitzi, pulling at her. screechine
In her ears. Miss! MisSI Please
miss! Can't you wait on mel"
How happy she was when lunch
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