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Show 7 --wc SYMPHONY CIRL.3. Th nnntilnr Crowd nt th nUrial of Ona of tlnctoo' Fliart, Collectively, symphony girls ro quiet Before the doors are opcued their ftccs aro anxious, and around tlio mouth of each Is an expression of repressed speech. You are not conscious that there is a homely woman about you, nor could you positively declare that any person In tho crowd, 93 per cent, of which Is composed com-posed of the tamer sex, is remarkably pretty. No dazzling garments, no top-heavy top-heavy bonnets to distract ono's mind from true art are visible. The symphony the sTiiriio.NT omu jlrl aslcs no favors, and should you step on her toe, even though you bo a man, alio exhibits no resentment, for It may so fall out that alio will have to step on your too by and by. If you nro tho possessor pos-sessor of any heavily mortgaged gnlisn tiy, leave It at homo bcfoio you lilo to tho symphony. Tho muilc-breatblng symphony girl can tnko care of hcriolf, Tho big doors aro slowly opened. There Is a rush, not exactly a Harvard rush, but rush enough to sweep you off your foot, If you aro not cautious. Through tho crack of the opening doors a woman's form Is squeezed, and before the janitor has completed his work dozens have been swept Into tho lobby. Now a gallop for tho ticket ofllco, a hurry-scurry for tho balcony stairs. Tho first girl skip up the stairs, snatches a programmo while on tho run. and switches ornund tho corner, leaving to those behind a memory of an agitated akiru Arrr.n this uooks weue otknkd. To tho right and to tho left of tho balcony, hooper thoy rush, poking tickets at him. Ho unconsciously embraces em-braces tbcm, tries to stop tliem. staggers, falls back and sIiouIb: "I won't let any of you In It you don't slop crushing. ' Thoy don't mind blin. Armed with tho pasteboard they charpo ou him moro spiritedly than over. For a whlla he Is able to prevent tho enhance of more than two nt a tlmo. Finally, howevcr.ho has to kIvo way. The who'le army Is now on tho move and nt a rapid galL Stepping on your heels, elbowing you out of Iho way, laughing at your discomfiture, thuir foot-fall foot-fall echoing through tho narrow halls and arouud tho sharp coroers.on rush Ilia Bymphony girls. First como, first to cot a scat. Oat- silt IN THE UAM.KKY. lery gods aro no match for gallery goddesses. god-desses. "Is this seat engaged?" a swcot voice asked. "No, Indtcd." was the roply. "I wondor If I can't got In there." and sho proparcd to climb over tho back ol the sent. Several of tho aym)honlads who had brought their crochet work began to spin, others ate bananas, others discussed dis-cussed the Apollo. Tho stairs leading to tho stage wcro covered with women, some of whom sat squarely on tho top lauding, their backs braced against a wall. Btiton Olobt. |
