The daily monitor. (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1940-1942, 1941-04-08

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the door, not to "get gay" with
her friend. Then she came back
radiant, leading q tall boy with
a thin, bony face and red hair.
"Handsome!" though Beatrice.
Toby must have it bad"
But when Sam NC Ardle
smiled, she understood.
1--WE might as well get going"
Terry said, after the introduce
tons were over. We've got half
an hour before the curtain and
it's q long ride"
Back to the su way. Six
laughing young ,eople, crowd
ing into the train. Toby hung on
the arm of her cavalier with
such transparent Joy that Bea-
trice couldn't help saying, to
Anthony. "The tough young girl
about town! Just look at her."
They ran all the way from the
subway station to the theater,
but they were late. 1t was two
flights up to their seats, and CO.
pie commented audibly at their
nerve in barging in after the
show started. mo consideration!
Where do they think they are,
in the orchestral"
During intermission, Toby and
Vera hung over the rail, gazing
down enviously at the brilliance
of the fur capes, satin and Sc
quined evening gowns, and dia-
mond bracelets of the sirens in
the orchestra. Beatrice slipped q
warm orangeade from q paper
cup contentedly, and smiled at
Anthony. She knew the orches-
ira crowd. This was better.
1t was an uproarious musical
comedy, with tunes that fingered
after the last curtain fell.
"And now" said Toby, ION to
the Danceteria."
'The-what?"
"It's a nightclub, really" Toby
explained with dignity. "Only
you tote a tray. Dinner and
drinks and dancing and a swell
orchestra and better than Fifty
second street any night"
The Danceteria was a revela-
ton. It was done in red, with q
Spanish motif as eye-shocking
as the zebra stripes at the night
club with which Beatrice was
more familiar. There were ia
bles, all crowded, and a dance
floor that was damned although
it was larger than any night club
dance floor had right to be.
The most important thing
about the Danceteria was its
democracy. Black ties mingled
with dark blue serge, and sport
dresses swayed right next to
white tulle. The cheerful sound
of happy voices was strangely
different from the occasional
feverish shrieks Beatrice remem-
bered. There was no recurrent
shrilling of, How perfectly di-
vine!" my dear, can you bear
it," No one seemed to be con-
cerne d with who stopped at
who's table, or who was dancing
with who's wife.
Nowhere in sight was there
anythink that family resembled
the most publicized debutante
of the season, or he most sought
after eligible male. No candid
cameras clicked under flas h
bulbs. Beatrice saw no column
lists sitting at reserved tables.
She saw no obsequious walters,
either.
But the thing that was most
striking of all was the fact that
everybody here was 80 young
and so Transparency happy!
Anthony, do you see any gray
haired men? Any overdressed
Divorces? Any actresses, even?
Actors?"
Anthony said, IL see . lot Of
shipping clerks. And section
managers, like me-"
cts wonderful" she cried,
"Anthony, it's marvellous! I'm so
glad we had this party!"
She watched . girl at the next
table scuff1e good-naturedly
with q boy over the possession
of some snapshots.
She watche.. Vera poking
Terry and whispering, "Don't
spend too much" She sew Sam
McArdle's red head towering
close to Toby's chestnut curls.
"rm 20 hsppy, Anthony, I've
simply got to dance. Right now!'