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Night Life in Paris If there was none there before there was when Teddy Sampson breezed in. i ND I said to Lottie, ‘So this is Favs... Teddy’s voice came across the bank of orchids and roses and I left my dinner partner flat. He was only a business man. In the first place, we had waited dinner half an hour for Teddy. It is one of her charms that you always wait dinner for Teddy—and sometimes she comes, Then, just after we sat down and the butler served cocktails (don’t break any were only there was a burst of conversation at the outer door, a whirl of silk and perfume and fur, and Teddy stood in the doorway, re- garding us with that pugnacious little glance commandments, they of hers, like a cross baby boy. “Say, listen,” she said, holding her mole- skin tight about her and regarding the glitter of silver and glass and flowers, “before I swallow a bite of that food, I want to ask What do I have It looks you fellows a question. to do for this dinner? grand to be moral.” She dropped her fur cape on the floor with a swift aside, “Only paid $175 for that in Berlin,” flung her smart turban upside down on the nearest serving table, and dropped into her chair. And grinned. Black, impish eyes, little white teeth between her carmined lips, wrinkled pug nose. Even her flying bobbed black hair. Garmin. It was almost ten minutes later that I heard her remark about Paris, and I shamelessly listened.in. “When we got into the railroad station in Paris, a fellow in uni- form rushes up to us and begins to deliver the President's message in Chinese. I understand French perfectly—I took six lessons be- fore I went over—but this guy was talking against time or some- thing. I said to Lottie, ‘It’s all right. Don’t pay any attention to him, and he'll go away in a minute.’ I was right. With a gesture of his good right arm, he cast us into outer darkness.” I don’t see what need Teddy Sampson would have for French or any other language as long as they didn’t tie her hands. If they did that, she couldn’t talk English over a telephone. I don’t know whether the Frenchman who wrote the delicious gamin story of “Ki- ki” for Lenore Ulrich ever saw Teddy or not. If he did, she ought to get a royalty. Teddy went to Europe with the Fairbanks-Pickford party—to keep Lottie Pickford company and help Mother Pickford manage the ex- pedition. It was her first visit. lobster) too Garcon! Attencion! Toute suite! By ADELA ROGERS ST. JOHNS I bet Black, impish eyes: little teeth white between carmined lips; flying bobbed black hair—Teddy ampson. In the circle: a scene from one of her first pictures, ‘Sympathy Sal Next Time, Jim IM KIRKWOOD is noted for being a good actor and an unfortunate investor. He probably owns more oil stocks than any Star in the movies. But the other night his title was seized by Julius Tannen, the famous monologist of the varieties. Julius declared that he had invested in a proposition to plant rubber bands in Mexico and raise automobile tires, “My Gawd,” sighed Jim, ‘I wonder why they didn't let me in on that.”’ “It'd be a great little place if it wasn’t for the money,” she went on. all any country'd be better off without that. the French nation war debt with the bills Lottie and I threw away because we thought they were tele- phone numbers we were through with. We couldn't Guess that phrase about dirty money origi- nated with some bird that had been to Paris for the first time.” “How did you like the climate?” her neighbor. “Never saw any,” said Teddy. ever ride in a French taxi? back to New York I thought I was in a funeral procession every time I took a ride. Mother Pickford ‘Teddy, Jearn just one word of French. Learn to tell those war-eating chauffeurs to go slow.’ “So I did. The next time we went out in a taxicab and the driver started to vol- plane, Ma Pickford yells, tell him, “And like a dumbbell I'd forgotten the combination. But I chance—after all, “But after could pay its read ‘em. much less talk ‘em. asked “Did you When I got said to me, said she, ‘Oh, Teddy, Tell him to go slow!’ took a what in the world is the difference, you're only here for a little while, anyway. I shrieked, ‘Vite, vite, for the love of St. Patrick, vite!’ “By the time I brought Mother to, we were in Ver- sailles.”’ Teddy sipped her wine reflec- tively. “We stayed in a grand old French hotel in Paris. If I told you the name of it in French, I'd probably get mixed up and insult you, so I won't. Lot and I had a royal suite. “They must have built those old French hotels for conven- tion purposes only. The draw- ing room we had would have held the French army. Lottie said to me, ‘Teddy, if you don't stop trying to see the ceiling, you'll break your fool neck.’ So I quit. I’m no Lillian Lorraine. “Oh, the night life? Well—I saw enough of it to hold an intelligent conversation with the other nuts who have been to Paris. It’s a great idea, but it’s too expensive. Every time you throw a party in Paris it costs you a couple of years’ income tax. D’ye know, I thought I looked French—I’m not, my real name is Nora Stitch and I’m proud of it—but I've always been told I looked French and I fell for it until I got my first peep at the checks they handed me in those Paris cafes. Then I knew, they had my number. Omicbooksscom ™ Vv