The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1946-05-30

at all. His arm, which had found
nice resting place on her Shout
ders as the curtain rose, return
ed to his own seat, his own lap,
as Dronda gave out with song
having to do with being willing
to wait forever and ever for hel
man. The girl had a low, throaty
voice which seemed to reach out
and caress you softly, be you
man or woman, old or young. You
disliked her for being so lovely,
so talented, and yet she fasci-
mated you in a way difficult to
describe even to yourself. Sally's
attention was riveted upon her
from the moment the show began
until brenda had taken her last
curtain call. She turned to jim
my to tell him what she thought
about the show, turned in a wave
of enthusiasm, in a wave of graf
itude for taking her to see it
and gasped as she found the seat
beside her empty. The plump
woman behind her chuckled as
she rose, startled.
Serves you right, miss. Next
time you will treat man the
way he deserves to be treated"
did anyone ever tell you to
mind your own business, mad
ann"
''The idea!'
MAY be new to you, but it
should prove interesting"
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Sally scurried up the aisle to
the lobby, laughing as a loud
gasping sounded behind her. But
she stopped laughing when she
reached the street and turned
the corner and hurried to the
stage door. Jimmy was just 60
ing inside. Running out on her
as though she were dirt. Her tenn
per, held in check by a great
exertion of will power all eve
ming, finally got the better of her.
Eyes swapping, she darted to the
door swung it open and dashed
inside, almost bowling over the
attendant.
"Just minute, lady," he
roared, catching her arm.
She did wait that minute, long
enough to see Jimmy hurry over
to a smiling Dronda, to see him
catch her up in his arms and kiss
her, to see the girl shove him
away and hit him with the vase
Of flowers she'd been carrying
when she'd made her exit in the
final act. The blow caught jim
my OF the head and he staggered
and landed with a tnud on the
seat Of his gray sports trousers
just as a photographers bulb
flashed.
: rs the guy nuts?" demanded
Dronda of one and all, not near
ly 50 sweet now that the cur
tain sea. atlo her from the dear
ly be.oved ru'2'ic. I'll kick his
darn teeth OUT
you can't go in" roared the
attendant, turning back to Sally.
Go in?" She tilted her chin
haughtily. my dear man, I have
no desire to go inside. I am
simply waiting for a streetcar."
Sally was Wrenched from her
peak of joy the following morn
ing by a concerned Mike White.
He rang the bell, he pounded on
the door, he shouted.
Sally, startled when she real
lied that it was phlegmatic Mike
raising all the rumpus, scurried
into her bathrobe and raced to
the front door. Thus it was she
who received the brunt of Mixes
Indignation.
"Of all the dirty tricks!" he
z shouted. Anything for publicity.
To hell with a mans career, to
hell with anything but proving
to the world that she really has
allure enough to drive man
crazy!"
Sally, scared to death that he
would have apoplexy, at least,
took deep breath and cut in:
mike, control yourself!"
Some of the craze left his eyes.
But he was still irate, still too
full of words to subside. eff I
don't give her a kick where she
deserves one I'm a monkeys
uncle.'
''Who are you talking about,
Mike? For goodness sake, you're
not making sense"
''The Romantic Blitzkrieg, that's
the girl-Dronda Moore. in per-
son. Have you seen the morning
paper?"
Before she could say no he
showed one into her hand. She