n dull or glazed,
Plain or grained, basket weave or moired surfaces!

--Advertisement of Pontine, in _Vanity Fair_.

"C'est distingue," says Madame La Mode.
Subtly distinctive as a fabric fair;
Nor Keats nor Shelley in his loftiest ode
Could thrum the line to tell how it will wear.

The flair, the chic that is Rue de la Paix,
The style that is Fifth Avenue, New York.
The character of Regent Street in May--
As leather strong, yet light as any cork.

All these for her in this fair fabric clad.
(Light of my life, O thou my Genevieve!)
In surface dull or glazed it may be had--
In plain or grained, moired or basket weave.

Georgie Porgie

BY MOTHER GOOSE AND OUR OWN SARA TEASDALE

Bennie's kisses left me cold,
Eddie's made me yearn to die,
Jimmie's made me laugh aloud,--
But Georgie's made me cry.

Bennie sees me every night,
Eddie sees me every day,
Jimmie sees me all the time,--
But Georgie stays away.

On First Looking into Bee
Palmer's Shoulders

WITH BOWS TO KEATS AND KEITH'S

["The World's Most Famous Shoulders"]

_"Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken,
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific--and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent upon a peak in Darien."_

"Bee" Palmer has taken the raw, human--all too human--stuff
of the underworld, with its sighs of sadness and regret, its
mad merriment, its swift blaze of passion, its turbulent
dances, its outlaw music, its songs of the social bandit, and
made a new art product of the theatre. She is to the sources
of jazz and the blues what Francois Villon was to the wild
life of Paris. Both have found exquisite blossoms of art in
the sector of life most removed from the concert room and the
boudoir, and their harvest has the vigour, the resolute life,
the stimulating quality, the indelible impress of daredevil,
care-free, do-as-you-please lives of the picturesque men and
women who defy convention.--From Keith's Press Agent.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of jazz,
And many goodly arms and shoulders seen
Quiver and quake--if you know what I mean;
I've seen a lot, as everybody has.
Some plaudits got, while others got the razz.
But when I saw Bee Palmer, shimmy queen,
I shook--in sympathy--my troubled bean,
And said, "This is the utter razmataz."

Then felt I