Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-08-21
A Small Town Girl
Makes Good in An
Army Camp as Well
as the Big City
Copyright: 1872 By News Syndicate Co. /,
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE

"What do you think of her ?"
Pan Moro had to raise his voice
to be heard above the applause
and the tattoo of swizzl-sticks on
tables.
"She's got something!" Sink
Jenkins yelled back.
The applause continued. "Peggy
Ann! :. Peggy Ami" A
crowd of young army officers were
chanting in rhythm. eve want
Peggy Ami" Pan Moro looked
around his night club. His teeth
clamped in a SNUG smile on pan
atella. The inevitability of its
presence had given him his nick
name, "Pan," one of the few shad-
ows of his rum-running days he
had not boxed aside. His night
club, the Tin Lid, was the newest,
the smallest, the smokiest and
therefore the most popular in the
crowded Fifties. peggy Ann! . q.
Peggy Ann" The crowd joined
in the rhythmic riot.
A girl came from behind the or
chestra stand and strobe to the CEN
ter of the dancing floor. She ran
her slender fingers through her chest
nut bob, then lifted the hand in a
gesture which demanded silence-and
got it. Thank you so much" she said
as she stood, waiting for the murmurs
of appreciation to subside. Her costume
was blue pleated skirt, a white silk
blouse, short sleeved and open at the
throat.
You're a grand audience" Her voice
was low, her sincerity high. I'll be on
again later and I do hope I'll see you
all then"
In a flash she had wheeled about
and turned a cartwheel that landed
her out Of sight of the crowd, which
was yelling and applauding.
Stink jenkins took a long drink from
his neglected glass. yeah, she's Ger
tainly got something
She's got everything!" Pan Morro's
eyes narrowed. And I'm going to see
that everything stays put"
Stink jenkins glanced at him I'M
easily. Isn't she little young, Pan?
Remember Betty Reardon."
Pan Moro turned slowly. Didn't I
tell you to forget about Betty Rear
don? Well, stay told. Get me?"
Sure, Pan" Stink knew that tone.
Sure! I'm sorry. Well-uh-tell me
about this girl. Where'd she come
from"
Oklahoma"
You're kiddin'!"
Il thought she was. Hey! Two more
of these" The waiter gave him light
for a fresh panatella, and hurried
away for the drinks.
IT'S a corn name, that Peggy Ann"
Stink sounded dubious. Why didn't
she take French one like other night
club gals?"
Il thought that, too, but you don't
know the Blitz from Oklahoma. It's
time something American got break
in New York night spot she says,
and when I make good you can tack
my last name ON for star billing"
Stink laughed. I'D like to meet her.
She sounds sort of different"
Pan called the head waiter. Tell
Peggy Ann 1 want her to join me for
a COKE"
Here's how I found her." he told
Stink Two weeks ago I have a strike
of bus boys. I never come around here
i'll the daytime, but this looks serious,
so I come over. I'm lookin' out the Of
flee window at these dim-wit dish
draggers, when all of sudden I hear
a girls voice sayin', You're a fine
bunch of men, strikin'! You ought to
be lookin' for job like 1 am, and not
l-,,p ,r,l,a INl,arp,S
the bosS?"
He don't come here in the daytime
too busy countin' up what he made
last night little Greek says.
wen watt she says. With that
she whips out a harmonica. While
we're waitin' you might as well have
some music to soothe your savage low
brows.' She hops up on fire plug and
starts to play hot and sweet. These
jerks close in around her and swing
the strike in tempo. Because l want
her in and because the guys are half
right 1 send Albert out to tell 'em to
come in and talk things over.
u watch this girl as she herds EN-
together and yells, Come on, eyes
front! Forward march She leads EN-
in, playin' on her harmonica, Where
Do We Go From Here?"
That gives me my cue, so I step
out and say, You don't go, boys-1m
givin' you the raise Before they can
speak she jumps up in front Of me
and is shakin' my hand. Mr.. Tin Lid,
on behalf of the lutheran ice water
brigade, I thank YOU
".Are you a strike breaker?' I fin
ally asked her. She smiles. No, I'm
Bus Girl. I came all the way from
Oklahoma on one-to work for YOU
well, to wind it up-I addition her.
An in 10 minutes she's played hot
harmonica like Minnevitch - sang
Torch stuff like Merman-an' danced
like Eleanor Powell! She's been here
10 nights and business has gone up
every night"
Moro didn't rise as Peggy Ann stood
by the table, but looked up and said:
Hello honey"
Il thought you didn't allow per-
formers out here" Peggy Ann said
abruptly.
"Sit down. This is Mr.. jenkins. I
don't allow performers out here, but
thera'c ovceptiops tn all rIlleS" Pan