Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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they don't come no finer than Gert."
"No, it ain't that, only she don't always get across. Take Lipton; she won't even let her show her a gown; she's always calling for Dodo instead. Sometimes I think the trade takes exceptions to a girl like Gert, her all decked out in diamonds that--show how--how fly she must be." "Gertie Dobriner's the best in the business, just the same, madam. She ain't stuck on her way of living no more than I am, but she's a model and she 'ain't got enough of anything else in her to make the world treat her any different than a model." "I'm not saying she ain't a good thirty-six, Phonzie." "I got to hand it to her, madam, when it comes to a lot of things. She may be a little skylarker, but take it from me, it ain't from choice, and when she likes you--God! honest, I think that girl would pawn her soul for you. When I was down with pneumonia--" "I ain't saying a thing against her." "She's no saint, maybe, but then God knows I'm not, either, and what I don't know about her private life don't bother me." "Oh, I--I know you like her all right." "Say, I'll bet you any amount if that girl had memory enough to learn the words of a song or the steps of a dance, she could have landed a first-row job in any musical show on Broadway. She could do it now, for |
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