Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-02-16

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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, darr-ling," he addressed
Marine, Though I didn't realize it
till I saw your photo"
''Thank you," said she, as he
looked expectant.
"Then, says to myself: This is
the Real Mccoy. This is Class.
She's a Park Avenue day-bun-tay, if
ever l saw one. Amt you, darr-
ling?"
"a WHAT"
"Day-bun-tay. You know; what
they call a 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 lotta Class to French,
too,' said A. Leon. "You are a
day-bun-tay, amt you, darling?
Go to all the heightened parties?"
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column every day? Amt that right,
darr-ling?"
Elbow on earth should I know
whether my name is there or not?"
demanded the girl impatiently. IT
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.
1t don't mean thing to her.
"There's 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.
ooh, I know all about you Van
Strattens, darling" he assured her
with enthusiasm.
"Well, it's more than / do" re-
turned Marine cheerfully. Anyway,
WllaC QOGS IL 1IldLC6T.
"What does it matter? What does
it matter?" shrieked A. Leon,
knocking diamond-set inkweu to
the floor with frenzied. swing Of
his mallet. "She asks me what does
it matter! Haven't 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
t-"Templeton Sayles, Esquire" "
els he a day-bun-tay, too?" que
ried Marine wickedly.
"He's everything. He's Class
with a 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. It'll be 'front.'
page stuff all over the country.
We've had lotta All-Star pictures.
That's old stuff This'n be the first
All-Class picture. And will they eat
it up! Keep an eye out for settings,
Moby. l 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'll have some
written in"
but what is the story, Mr.. Sny-
dacker?" ventured Gloria.
"Story? Story? What's the story
matter! I can get hundred stories
on 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
60, all of YOU"
Out in the street the two new al
lies drew 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 care?"
Not boot"
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 I have"
answered Marine.
"About the swell Van Strattens. !"
"What about them?"
"You listen to wisdom oozin' from
my venerable whiskers. Well be-
gin with Eric Van Stratten. They
call him Scoopy. He's cross coun-
try puzzle rider, or somethin'
Know him?"
GIVE met him." she answered
evasively.
"Sure, you've met him." said
Moby, delighted with her ready ad-
justment to his idea. Hes your
cousin"