U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [454]
When she went down to the train there was Cliff wait-ing to meet her with his wiseguy grin and his hat on the back of his long thin head. "Why, this certainly is sweet of him," said Margo, pinning some lilies of the val ey Cliff had brought her to her furcoat as two redcaps rushed for-ward to get her bags. "Sweet of who?" Cliff whispered.
"Of the boss or of me?"
There were roses in the drawingroom, and Cliff had
bought her Theatre and Variety and Zit's Weekly and Town Topics and Shadowland.
"My, this is grand," she said.
He winked. "The boss said to send you off in the best possible style." He brought a bottle out of his overcoat pocket. "That's Teacher's Highland Cream. . . . Wel , so long." He made a little bow and went off down the corridor.
Margo settled herself in the drawingroom and almost wished Cliff hadn't gone so soon. He might at least have taken longer to say goodby. My, that boy was fresh. The
-339-train had no sooner started when there he was back, with his hands in his pants pockets, looking anxious and chew-ing gum at a great rate. "Wel ," she said, frowning,
"now what?"
"I bought me a ticket to Richmond. . . . I don't travel enough . . . freedom from office cares."
"You'l get fired.""Nope . . . this is Saturday. I'l be back bright and early Monday morning."
"But he'l find out."
Cliff took his coat off, folded it careful y and laid it on the rack, then he sat down opposite her and pul ed the door of the drawingroom to. "Not unless you tel him." She started to get to her feet. "Wel , of al the fresh kids." He went on in the same tone of voice. "And you won't tel him and I won't tel him about . . . er . . ."
"But, you damn fool, that's just my exhusband.""Wel , I'm lookin' forward to bein' the exboyfriend. . . . No, honestly, I know you'l like me . . . they al like me." He leaned over to take her hand. His hand was icycold.
"No, honest, Margo, why's it any different from the other night? Nobody'l know. You just leave it to me." Margo began to giggle. "Say, Cliff, you ought to have a sign on you.""Sayin' what?""Fresh paint." She went over and sat beside him. Through the shaking rumble of the train she could feel him shaking. "Why, you funny kid," she said.
"You were scared to death al the time."
NEWSREEL LXI
High high high
Up in the hills
Watching the cloud roll by
-340-genius, hard work, vast resources, and the power and wil to achieve something distinctive, something more beautiful, something more appealing to the taste and wise judgment of the better people than are the things which have made the Coral Gables of today, and that tomorrow may be better, big-ger, more compel ingly beautiful High high high up in the hills
GIANT AIRSHIP BREAKS IN TWO IN
MIDFLIGHT
here young and old wil gather to disport themselves in fresh invigorating salt water, or to exchange idle gossip in the loggias which overlook the gleaming pool, and at night the tinkle of music wil tempt you to dance the hours away Shaking hands with the sky It Is the Early Investor Who Will Share to the Fullest Extent in the Large and Rapid Enhancement of Values That Will Follow Such Characterful Development Who's the big man with gold in his mouth?
Where does he come from? he comes from the south
TOWN SITE OF JUPITER SOLD FOR
TEN MILLION DOLLARS
like Aladdin with his magic lamp, the Capitalist, the In- vestor and the Builder converted what was once a desolate swamp into a wonderful city linked with a network of glisten- ing boulevards
Sleepy head sleepy head
Open your eyes
Sun's in the skies
Stop yawnin'
It's mornin'
ACRES OF GOLD NEAR TAMPA
like a magnificent shawl of sapphire and jade, studded with a myriad of multicolored gems, the colorful waters of the lower Atlantic weave a spell of lasting enchantment. The spot
-341- where your future joy, contentment and happiness is so sure that to deviate is to pass up the outstanding opportunity of your lifetime
MATE FOLLOWS WIFE IN LEAP FROM WINDOW
BATTLE DRUG-CRAZED KILLERS
Lulu always wants to do
What we boys don't want her to
A detachment of motorcycle police led the line of march and cleared the way for the white-clad columns. Behind the police rose A. P. Schneider, grand marshal. He was fol owed by Mr. Sparrow's band and members of the painters' union. The motion picture operators were next in line and the cigar workers, the glaziers, the musicians, the signpainters and the Brotherhood of Railway Trainmen fol owed in the order named. The meat cutters brought up the rear of the first division.