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CHE PROPHECY
Mrs. P. V. --------- , now a social worker in her home town, de cided the other day that she would take a small trip around the country and inquire after her old classmates of the Hartridge School. Mrs.
formerly Miss Patricia Voorhis, is well equipped for such a service, for, on leaving school, she became a fully-trained police woman and for several years carried out her work with the "unfor tunates” in her sympathetic manner. But, to relieve the discomfiture of her husband and two children, she abandoned her professional title and handed down her badge to Billy, the youngest, who follows his mother’s footsteps in a (quote) "manly fashion.” And so we find her at various homes and hovels, taking the census as to how her past
friends have increased, or otherwise, in fame—and family.
She found herself at a small, dusty doorway on Forty-second Street, just off Broadway. A dilapidated sign proclaiming Rooms wav ered from a single rusty hinge over the doorway. This is where Phyllis Anne lives. Her dream came true. She lives on Broadway—or almost. There were six stairways to climb, at the top of which was the entrance to Phil’s penthouse. "Come in.” Her booming voice gave a hearty welcome. "Excuse the awful mess, but between the afternoon and eve ning performances of my new play, I find barely enough time to feed the children and my husband. We act together. We’ve lived here for five years. We could move, but we just love the atmosphere and can’t bear leaving it.” And there really is quite an atmosphere—squawking
brats lying in the bureau drawers, blinding neon-signs outside the window, and grease paint and stage accessories on the table—but Phyl lis is really happy!
While she was still in New York, Pat went to Bonwit Teller’s to see Beverly, who is now a dress designer of considerable fame. Her styles are declared a bit eccentric by the lady of fashion, but they’re fully approved by the "man about town.” Bev caters to women who desire a minimum of material but a maximum of allure. She was always a fanatic for matching lipstick and nail polish, but now she’s gone one further. Beverly predicts that the well-dressed woAan will soon dye her hair to match her favorite Revlon shade. This gives no trouble to Bev, however, for her favorite shade has always been black.
While still in Bonwit’s, Pat decided to take time off to buy a new evening gown—a particularly dazzling one. Shown to a seat in the room of the formal-gown department, she waited for the model to appear. Soon a slinky, sea-green figure swayed across the carpeted floor.
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