--Advertisement of Pontine, in _Vanity Fair_.
"C'est distingue," says Madame La Mode. Subtly distinctive as a fabric fair; Nor Keats nor Shelley in his loftiest ode Could thrum the line to tell how it will wear.
The flair, the chic that is Rue de la Paix, The style that is Fifth Avenue, New York. The character of Regent Street in May-- As leather strong, yet light as any cork.
All these for her in this fair fabric clad. (Light of my life, O thou my Genevieve!) In surface dull or glazed it may be had-- In plain or grained, moiréd or basket weave.
BY MOTHER GOOSE AND OUR OWN SARA TEASDALE
Bennie's kisses left me cold, Eddie's made me yearn to die, Jimmie's made me laugh aloud,-- But Georgie's made me cry.
Bennie sees me every night, Eddie sees me every day, Jimmie sees me all the time,-- But Georgie stays away.
On First Looking into Bee Palmer's Shoulders
_"Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken, Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific--and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise-- Silent upon a peak in Darien."_
"Bee" Palmer has taken the raw, human--all too human--stuff of the underworld, with its sighs of sadness and regret, its mad merriment, its swift blaze of passion, its turbulent dances, its outlaw music, its songs of the social bandit, and made a new art product of the theatre. She is to the sources of jazz and the blues what François Villon was to the wild life of Paris. Both have found exquisite blossoms of art in the sector of life most removed from the concert room and the boudoir, and their harvest has the vigour, the resolute life, the stimulating quality, the indelible impress of daredevil, care-free, do-as-you-please lives of the picturesque men and women who defy convention.--From Keith's Press Agent.
Much have I travell'd in the realms of jazz, And many goodly arms and shoulders seen Quiver and quake--if you know what I mean; I've seen a lot, as everybody has. Some plaudits got, while others got the razz. But when I saw Bee Palmer, shimmy queen, I shook--in sympathy--my troubled bean, And said, "This is the utter razmataz."
Then felt I like some patient with a pain When a new surgeon swims into his ken, Or like stout Brodie, when, with reeling brain, He jumped into the river. There and then I subwayed up and took the morning train To Norwalk, Naugatuck, and Darien.