Show J “It E- - Ban act ’05 a strange phenomenon the volatile attraction of a place like this” said Jack Murane to his attorney as they entered the emblazoned portals of the Floradora dance hall Jamming shut the creaking door to keep out the sifting storm the other returned with is professional spontaneity: “A marvelous canvas this — a splendid background to delineate character” As they elbowed through the careless jostling throng making for an elevated bench on the room's other side somebody’s girl was inThe lawyer turned down sulted the invitation to dance with “Pay Streak Babe” even when she offered to square it herself Such prop ositions were seldom made unless hooked onto at the Floradora The last accentuated notes of a had silenced swinging two-ste- p The whirl of French perfume laden air and oriental finery had been gum momentarily stayed Heavyuncad-enced boot shuffle broke into an thud the “girls” and miners whooped her up for more then gravitated mechanically yet full of joy towards the bar Jack was a most ordinary appearing fellow He was a true born American though and a Western character of pronounced ideas Reared to recognize the last vestige of a dying empire on the wild frontier he regretted yes |