Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-06-02

our set, Indy. We're heading
( back "a Broadway"
T And now they were dancing FOL
coffee and cakes in Brooklyn.
Reubinoff rasped:
Come on. come on. IL Is now
1870 and I amt had dinner. DO
YOU take this job or don't you:"
II hate 10 break up the act
right now" Lindabelle muir
INJURED, sparring for time.
Reubinoff wooshed gustily over
the wire.
"McGettigan 4 Lane amt no
act. sister. It's free plug for
the stuff Armour sells"
"Sure. sure" Lindabelle agreed.
"And II Jack could stand a IayOH
until he found new partner I'd
say yes 80 loud II would hurt
your ears, Sam. Honest i would.
But Jack isn't In shape for n
layoff. He's broke"
$50 what ." Reubinoff blurted.
"1s McGettigan being broke
anything new?"
Then he asked sharply:
"Say, YOU amt tOrchy on that
hoofer, are you: That amt
what's holding you back from
the best break you'll ever get 2"
Lindabelle wanted 10 say that
Jack needed her now as she'd
needed Jack that rainy night six
months ago. But the explanation
would be wasted on a rough-and-
tumble guy like Sam Reubinoff.
So she said:
"No, Sam. It's not that"
Whereupon Reubinoffs vol c q
took on a patient. pleading. almost
fatherly tone.
Listen, sister, I am leveling
with you. Me. Sam III. Reu-
binoff, who should waste his
valuable time dwelling with
hoofer.
81 am going right down the
groove. I am admitting you got
voice like Judy Garland, with
little polishing. Already you got
legs like Dietrich and IL you sign
up with me you got the smartest
agent on Broadway fronting for
you.
But first you gotta shake
loose from that Irish playboy
who thinks he's q hoofer. With
him you couldn't make Major
Bowe's amachoor hour on a bad
nightw
Out at the bag Jack McGettigan
was singing God Bless America"
with @three DRINKS. Lindabelle
thought: Jack isn't like most hoof-
ers. He doesn't live to dance-he
dances to live >.
Reubinoff said:
sally Shannon wants the
Royal Palms job. She will grab
Ii and thank me for the chance.
And she Amt showing In no
Brooklyn gin mill--she's got a
solid spot on Broadway"
81 know" Lindabelle said. 81
appreciate your holding IL open
for me, Sam. Honestly i do"
Reubinoff sputtered into the
phone:
81 amt holding nothing no
longer. Either you are signing
right now, or I am having Shan
mons name on the dotted line In
10 minutes. sister. You coming:"
"No," Lindabelle said.
Just that one word. Like ii didn't
mean thing. Like 1t hadn't taken
two tough years in show business
to get such an offer. ~
"Hoofers have no brainsw
Reubinoff barked.
And then he hung up.
Lindabelle stepped out OF the
booth. She heard Jack call
"Come on over, Indy. I've got
something to show YOU"
But she didn't go over. She went
back to the cubbyhole behind the
bar and dug a handkerchief from
her purse. She was wiping mas
cara stains from her cheeks 10
minutes later when Jack McGet-
tigan knuckled his familiar da-
dada -da-da-da on the door.
"You decent, sweetheart? ?"
Lindabelle hastily repaired her
makeup, said:
"Never been decenter." and
watched his reflection fill the
mirror in front of her. He had
that ironic, devil-be-damned grin
on his face which meant some
thing important had happened.
She wondered if they'd been
fired again; and because they were
working for nothing a week and
their eats, she felt a little sick
inside. A shot at radio, Reubinoff