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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 9, 1924)
I (Continued From Yesterday.) "O ere herr, Jo Elleti! You know tiow I frit about Broadway. T know ;what 1% is.” Bogert endeavored to look very old and shrewd. “I know Jiow much you'll hear and see. Every thing. And you couldn't very well belp getting a different slant on things. Not for yourself, maybe. But when you’re siring up somebody else. Ain’t that so? There’s Just two ways of It for a girl; straight or crooked. Broadway can’t change that.” "That makes me think,” said Jo Ellen with a pretense of rumination, "about the girl before the judge for a theft. She admitted the stealing, but assured the judge that she was ‘an honest girl.' And 'the judge let • her go.” || “Yes,” said Bogert earnestly, "1 heard that. And It only proves the importance of the honesty she was ' talking about. I tell you, when a girl like Myrtle goes crooked there's nothing left. Nothing." "I'll wait till I know about her." Jo Ellen said with a resentfully inn ture effect. "And' 1 haven't told you," added Bogert, "that she's been locked up in the Wayward." The Wayward! So that Myrtle was behind the high wall with the red eoi>ing, the wail that looked so hor ribly solemn at night; It went from (. road to road, close to the river on the west, and there was a sort of , ditch running along beside the north ern side of It. Jo Ellen wished Her uncle hadn’t told her. There was something frightful about the idea of . Myrtla Fleck being locked up like a criminal. She wasn't a. criminal, un less there was only one crime. She loved dancing, and her father thought k dancing was loose, especially the pro miscuous sort at any distance from the houseboat. A foolish l'l-trea^ ment was largely responsible for her failure In work she had taken up. She was taught to believe that she was depraved; snij to be a liar. And now st^a was behind the high wall. "I didn't think,” said. Bogert, "about that troubling you." "Sometimes this seems like a nasty world,” declared Jo Ellen. "But we mustn't let It spoil our party. If I thought about your trouble I wouldn't get off anything l.nt cheerful stuff. You have an aw ful boob of an uncle, Jo Ellen. That a a fact. Your grandmother would give me hell. Wliat I'm going to do some Saturday afternoon is take you to a ball game. How would that b<v They're going to have a hot battle / this year. You watch the Giants. 1 wish there was some way we could take Marty, poor devil. But you ve got to get out, anyway. You can t "I’ve got my job.” "Yes, and you’ve got to keep in shape for It.” Bogert h:yl » clumsily , delivered seriea of arguments de ' ' ' ‘ New York --Day by Day _j *— b> o. o. McIntyre. New York, Aug. 9—The beautiful young ladies who embellish the la-de dah dressmaking establishment* with their loveliness are asking for more money. They have not organized for strike but several beauteous crea^ tures haved walked out in a pet. The dressmaking salons are the scouting grounds for theatrical pro ducers. Mannikins must be tall, grace ful and have the gift of knowing how to wear the fine creations that are zipped over to New Y'ork from the Rue de la Paix. They must don dress after dress for Mrs. Newlyrleh and slink acroas the raised platform, turn this way and that, stand on their feet for hour after hour while a If.O-pound pros pective customer wonders if she will really look like the model. Their hours are from * until * In the evening. Of course, they do not have to buy their luncheons unless they desire, for there sre dressmaking Johnnies Just as eager as those on the stage to carry them away to best midtown cafes. Some of the moat famous beauties of the .New Y'ork stage began their -careers as strutting mannikins. Several, too. have married mllllon . Hires and now live in marble palaces along the Hudson. In the salons they they are known by single names such as Diana, Hlldegarde, Dolores and Gwendolyn. They must pay attention to style aside from the gorgeous frocks they wear. Their coiffure must be true to the mode, their complexion'the peach l»*t and their manicuring done in the * latest fashion. It Is their Job to be up l' to tbe minute in every detail. Some of tbe mannikin* make $100 a week, but. they have had much , xperlence. The average salary Is . rbout $50 a week. The girls think kthey deserve $75 and point to the i first row chorus girls who are making I that amount and working about four hours a day. Somebody better stop kicking my * bat around. In the largests movla ' theater In- the world I sat on tha aisle to the left of the house. After th* elose of the program I missed the 1-d. Three it*hers, an assistant house managers and a sweeper Joined the " search. Three hours later they report ed by telephone it had been found in an alleyway on the right ride of the theater. It was returned to me by ~ special messenger and at. the moment » gracea a refuse can. A good hat too, ' Or was. * Incidentally there were some Inter - eating artlcales in the lost and found “ room of this theater. Her# I* the day’s * find of lost articles: two novels, * silver cigarette case, tluee fur plei-ee, I roven lead pencils, a purse containing $17, a railroad ticket to Chicago, seven walking sticks, a raincoat, a watchchaln, two leatherback memo randum books, a roll of sheet, music, a stickpin, six yards of silk, and a pocket knife. Bui evidently I was tbe ’ only loBer of a hat. In the same theater there is a 75 piece orchestra — T counted th*m while they were rendering things. Three men man a row of six keltic drums and large arid email rymbala. 1 he fellow In charge of the pair of cymbals ns Mg as a wash bolte^ 'hrllled to his task He only had to -'ap thrin together once but, five ninnies before, lie w is ready with the cymbals poised. At the signal from the conductor he gave them a •esoundlng crash and looked si the audience ns S>>usn does after finishing a nmreh. One ean Imagine him going home to his wife and saying: “Well, dearie, your little hubjty certainly • '•oped a mean cymbal today." i i signed to show that Jo Ellen could be many kinds of person at the same time. Shining through all was his fanatical expectation that she was to emerge from devotion or from rebel lion happily unscathed. Nothing was to do her any harm. He came back to the matter of her looking a shade thin, which hurt him acutely. He would have liked to have her tell him everything she was thinking. His peering curiosity had behind it a huge fisted wish to soften anything that was hard. As to enemy difficulties, he was ready to urge or to strangle as might be necessary. He knew that there was a epace beyond which he was never likely to see. This made him the more alert for any signs of what lay beyond, of what she might be feeling when she disappeared on the other side of tills veiled space. . . . Of what she felt about Marty, for instance. There was no way of get ting at that. She had set those pret ty teeth of hers. Telling him what she was going to do wasn't telling him what she felt, When little grids giew up to be women that was the way It had to be. Tou had to go on guessing. . . . VI. The description to Marty of the lunch with Uncle lien was peculiarity affected by the details of the talk. What had been said was, inevitably, the Important part of the narrative. I.eaving out anything became one more bit of shuffling, and not greatly different froni not mentioning the lunch at all. Marty's hungrlness for details, his transparent measuring look, made telling him anything seem momentous, especially when there must he an omission. After a while the strategy of the omissions as sumed an irksome prominence. To measure frankness seemed like being honest only when it paid, and to fee) thia was acutely depressing. Tot it was on Marty's account. An enor mous proportion of her calculation and activities had to lie on Marty's account. When she went to lunch with Shaffer, she had to remember tliat the incident must be translated to Marly. Shaffer was quite all right; but Cannerton did not stand ro well. And when it occurred to Marty to ask. "Did you lunch with anybody to day?" she found (hat a concealment must imply more than a mere |Omls sioq. Sooner or later she would be flatly lying to him. She could see this coming. She hated the conditions that were tricking her into subter fuge. She admitted to herself that it wasn't merely a matter of de cency; there were ways of proving that what might be told wgs deter mined by the one who listened. The galling accompaniment waa in the sheer trouble of avoiding and invent ing. A needless misery seemed to be attached to the whole game of being a partner. She had days when she resolved to walk straight through the middle of life without making a single conces sion. If Marty wanted to, he could watch all of her wheels go round. She would refuse to see him wince, and would ignore his comments, or would, at least, set herself against being hurt by them. If she let herself feel forced continually to trim and shuffle, hs would get to be unbearable. She must shnke herself free, walk straight, and tell all Intruders to go hang. VII. When It came to applying the theory, there were complications. And things that happened—even simple things—often had a peculiar effect upon herself, quite aside from any matter of. translation to Marty. It was as If one with a skin made raw were mingling in a rough crowd. Yet she told herself that she had not begun to be morbid, that she was cool and level as to all that had to be done. Perhaps she expected too much of the coolness. It could not seem to prevent piercing contacts. The office, for example, which didn't know she was married, didn't know how cer tain allusions could sting. ... Of course not. Ufa didn't waste any time safeguarding personal raw spots. Yet sll of these creatures must be going about with aomethlng that hurt. . . . Eberly sent her with Mr*. Pinney to a place where there was a rehear sal. It was a stormy rehearsal, not merely by reason of a fight between two chorus girls, and a wrangle that waa almost a fight between a little dancing comedian and. the stage man ager. There seemed to he an extraor dinary number of accidents, forgot ten obligations, differences of opin ion, and a hurry that was producing a heated exhaustion. The dancing girls were supposed to have been driven tJ the limit. Ed Stykes had a habit of rehearsing them until there were one or two hospital cases. Now they were working with the principals, and Stykes with his two hairy raws in the air was roar.ng. "Kotten! Hot ten!" 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Mis* Fasrand's beautiful blonde hair was being treated Intricately by a Herman woman. Two other women were in Miss Farrand's room. One of these, a dark-eyed, deep voiced girl, who might be old or young as you happened to guess, Jo Ellen remem bered to have seen in the ■ company of Miss Ferrand on some occasion at the office. At the moment she paused with a cigaret, surveyed Jo Ellen in tently, then burst out with— "Look at that—and not a damned hit of make-up! Wouldn’t it make you sick?" When Jo Ellen returned s startled g'anre. Miss Eei-rand's friend added, "Excuse me, dearie. It was just ad miration." "Anti envy," said Miss Ferrand through a fringe of hair. "Tea, envy. Of course. You don’t mind, do you, dearie?’’ "Not a bit." answered Jo Ellen. ‘O youth!"—this was murmured to the etgaret—"you get burned up!" Miss Ferrand laughed. "Ton said that, Cora, like the scene In ’Sor rento.' " "That's what T am." crleC Cora, "an acho, gattlng off old at'iff over again. 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