But still a fifth.
“Don’t let those men kid you. I have put up all the capital. My father is a rich man in South America. When it comes down to it, these fellows work for me and, though I don’t interfere much, naturally I would hate to see a girl that looks like you get left—”
The madam talks once more.
“I cannot go to dinner with you. I have been asked by the four other men. I might take a chance with the leading man because he’s half way young. Though everyone says he doesn’t count, if I had to eat dinner with someone I guess I’d pick out the youngest and let you ‘burned outs’ try your luck somewhere else. But I’m eating by myself tomorrow night.”
Two or three camera men and some publicity agents possibly invited the lady out to dine, but the ones she seemed to remember began with the leading man and ended with the fellow who said he owned the bankroll that kept the company on the map.
* * *
Couldn’t Understand
Bellboy—“Good mawnin’ Rastus. I’se done lost me job at the Langren Hotel and I can’t understan’ how come.”
Rastus—“What’s you don, niggah, stole sumpin’?”
Bellboy—“All I done was to go in the main dinin’ room and page a girl named Carrie Age.”