Do you see that “washed-out” bleached blonde with colorless eyes, who smiles at the drinking youth who sits with her? She has lived through the tragedy. Life to her is but an aftermath of unending agony.
The monster Vice has long ago sucked the life blood from her veins. She has been discarded. She lives from day to day on her passing victims.
They are usually unsophisticated youths, proud to sit with her, buy her more poison and peril their young lives by contact with her.
She is coughing. That is the warning signal she knows well but attempts to forget. It is the signal that death has placed his hands upon her. She has fulfilled her mission. Hell must claim its own.
You are attracted by a merry burst of laughter from pretty lips. You turn.
How her eyes sparkle! How her cheeks burn crimson!
Her body moves sinuously to the rhythm of the music.
She smiles even at you as she sips her “fizz.”
She is intoxicated with life. It is lights and shadows, songs and flowers.
She is a favorite among men. A much-sought after girl on the border line of womanhood.