The Coolidge examiner. [volume] (Coolidge, Ariz.) 1930-current, 1939-02-16

Class. Take that down, Mr. D. You
can use it for press stuff. Quintes.
sence of Class. That's why I've
been waiting to find somebody like
you, ling" he addressed
Marine, though didn't realize il
till 1 saw your photo"
Thank you" said she. as he
looked expectant.
Then, says l to myself: This is
the Real Mccoy. This is Class.
She's Park Avenue day-bun-tay, If
ever l saw one. Amt you, darr-
ling?"
"a what?"
"Pay-bun-tay. You know; what
they call girl when she's just come
out in swell society,""
That's the French pronunciation,
Bwana." The Presidential Assistant
had jumped into the breach. The
English is debutante."
There's a lotta Class to French,
too" said A. Leon. You are a
day-bun-tay, amt you, darling?
Go to all the heightened parties?"
he rushed on. Name in the society
column every day? Amt that right.
darr-l ing?"
How on earth should l know
whether my name is there or not?"
demanded the girl impatiently. Il
don't read 'em every day."
There you are! There you are!"
exulted A. Leon. That's what it is
to belong. She don't even know or
care whether her name is in with
the other swells or not. Used to it.
There's a long piece in one of
the society magazines, he went on,
after glancing at Moby Dickstein's
fancy sketch, "about old Mrs. Van
Stratten, the social leader. l sup
pose she's maybe your grandmoth-
er or something"
do your" Marine was beginning
to be definitely annoyed.
"Oh, i know all about you Van
Strattens, darling" he assured her
with enthusiasm.
well. it's more than l do" re-
turned Marine cheerfully. Anyway,
what does it matter?"
What does it matter? What does
it matter?" shrieked A. Leon,
knocking a diamond-set inkwell to
the floor with a frenzied swing of
his mallet "She asks me what does
it matter! Haven't l told you I'm
going to paralyze 'em with an All
Class production? You're my star.
And" he added cunningly, what
would you say to having for lead
ing man. he paused for better eff
fect-"Templeton Sayles, Esquire"
rs he a day-bun-tay, too?" que
ried Marine wickedly.
Hes everything. He's Glass
with big c." A. Leon grabbed and
waved aloft the typescript wherein
Martin Holmes had given rein to
his fevered imagination to compound
the shimmering personality of Tenn
pleton Sayles from equal parts of
romance and rainbow and What
the Well-dressed Man will Wear"
You three are going up there to
Moldavia, with Moby, here, in
charge I'll be along later. Moby'll
get some preliminary press stuff
ready. But soft-pedal everything
till I'm on the ground. We want to
spring this right tn be front
page stuff all over the country.
We've had a lotta All-Star pictures.
That's old stuff. This'n be the first
All-Class picture And will they eat
it upi Keep an eye out for settings,
Moby. wouldn't wonder but what
we could shoot lot of the scenes
right on Templeton Sayles' ances-
trail acres. Might use his racing
stable, too. If there amt any rae
ing in the story. we'n have some
written in"
But what is the story. Mr.. Sny-
dacker?" ventured Gloria.
STORY? Story? What's the story
matter l can get hundred stories
on a days notice. Come to think
of it, l gotta little surprise for you
on that story. No time to tell you
about that now. See me before you
go, all of you"
Out in the street the two new al
lies drew a long breath and looked
at one another. Gloria spoke first
"How about it, kid? Gamer"
Gloria, I've always wanted to
bust out"
Here's your chance. But what
about the family? Got one?"
Got plenty. They'll disown me,
l expect"
"D'you carer"
Not a hoot."
A rush of feet behind them was
followed by Moby Dickstein's pant
ing hail:
Well, Baby! Are you in! You
got your cue, haven't your"
Cue? l don't know that have"
answered Marine.
about the swell Van Strattens."
What about them?"