This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... ing, and they don't all look loony, either. Pierre let me slip up and look it over, opening night, and take it from me, I was some surprised. Of course I expected to see a lot of tango tots sashaying around--the kind girls use for dancing only--but I never expected to see a bunch of old boobs hobbling about like they has St. Vitus. Believe me or not, dearie, there was some nice, quiet old parties there you'd think would be home in bed with their teeth in a glass of water. And there they was just killing themselves with pleasure and trying to kid Old Man Time himself. It was so funny it almost made you cry. Guess Jinksie has the bug, too, for he's been one-stepping in and out with one of them tall, cold-looking dolls, who's a Titian just now. She's all dressed up in things that Paris will be wearing next year, only she looks as if she wasn't quite used to 'em. Anyways, she's got so much jewelry she has rings on her thumbs, and she parades in last evening wearing slippers with diamondstudded heels. Jinksie seems real proud of her. They tells me his old man left him a few railroads, and that he just escaped from college. Perhaps that's why. Mebbe dancing will do him some good, for he hasn't been behaving any too well lately. Most of the time he smells like them spice-laden breezes o' the Orient you hears tell about, he's chewing cloves so much. Besides all the money he gets at the desk, he's sending drafts down home for more every other day. Why, what that boy calls a bank roll would look the size of a bale of cotton to you and me. Believe me, girlie, if money grew on trees, as they used to say, he'd need Yellowstone Park for a conservatory. George didn't come around this eve, and I missed a nice bus ride. Mebbe he phoned the corner drug store, and...