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theseimlls were-Arabian in character.
6n,one occasion a gay cafe just off
Broadway provided its patrons with
Arabian costumes, and .eyery man
dancing there that evening wore a
burnous or swathed turban, and
every woman smiled behind a mys
terious oriental face mask. From
the Arabian Nights ball, gay New
Yorkers tripped to a baby ball, at
which the guests wore bibs and tuck
ers and cute little pinafores, and the
women carried noisy little rattles in
stead of fans, and when thirsty men
or women either refreshed them
selves they sipped the wine or other
exhilarating draughts out of nursing
bottles.
Blase Broadway has still another
cafe-ball to dance at this season a
Hungarian barn dance, at which -tHe
hazazzaa will be the official dance of
the evening. But the ball which is
expected to send a. thrill along
Broadwajrs spine will occur on what
will be known as Apache night.
Then the ballroom, usually a bower
of lights and flowers with swings
made of roses hanging from the balr
cony, where the tables are set, will
be stripped of Its finery. There will
be no table clbthB only dark oil
cloth, and no lights anywhere save
that given by spluttering candles
stuck iii inverted champagne bottles.
Apache costumes the short jacket
and slouch hat of the Parisian under
world, will be conventional evening
dress for that occasion and because
of the semi-darkness that will prevail
and the weird Apache dancing which
will be Jed by paid instructors, Broad
way expects to get a real thrill.
Who goes to these balls?
Why, everybody who's anybody in
New York? -
Vincent Astpr had a party of ten
at the very gayest of them not long
ago. But the ball jorgahizers never
tell on their 'guests. As Andre Bus
tonoby remarked to me the other
day, "Mr. Everybody goes-r-and
sometimes Mrs. Everybody is with
him; sometimes riot, but it does not ,
pay to ask questions or to tell names,
I see big men from all over the
United States. I do not ask who" are
the ladies with them, and if I .know,
I don't tell. After all, for Americans,
there is only one Paris and that is in
New York."
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BROTHERS IN MISERY
Overheard ron a Trolley Car.
Hey, Mike, waddaya think? I asks
Mame to let me take her to the ball
the other night and she says, "Sure,
Jimmy, I'll be there with bells on.
I hope you have your new car ready."
She's a jolly gal that way, you know,
always kiddin' me. Well, I goes up to
her flat Saturday night, all togged up
in a hired dress suit and boiled shirt.
And there she was waitiri' for me
looking like a queen. She had some
kind of a flimsy thing on I don't
know what you call 'em, but take it
from me it was swell and little blue
slippers with glass beads in 'em that
sparkled like diamonds.
-Believe me, I was some proud. I
felt like I was going to my own wed
ding. Well, we went downstairs and
up to the corner to wait for a car,
when she stops and says: "Hey,
Where's the taxi?" "Waddaya mean,
taxi? Here's our private car coming
along now," I says,' keepin' up the
joke. At that we got into the car.
Well, say, do you. know she didn't
speak to. me once all the way up and
I only had one hesitation and one
turkey- trot with her. Now waddaya
know about that?
Oh, I say, Clarence, what's getting
into the girls nowadays? I called up
Miss Jamison lawst week and aw'sk-
ed her if she would .go with me to the
charity ball, and she.aid she would
be charmed, doncher inow. Unfor
tunately at the last minute, I found
both, of my cars out of order and it
was too late for nie to hire another
machine. Well, when I called at the
Jamison mansion for her she came
down dressed in 'all kinds of fancy.
