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Tea for Two
ALEXANDER LOWELL
THERE is a charm about New York at tea-time. Especially tea taken with a very pretty girl. Big things, big issues are obscured, are resting. Small things become big. Such as warmth, fragrance, a pot-pourri of small talk. When the setting is a charming apartment next door to the Plaza and fronting the park and when the very pretty girl is Gail Kane.
I took to tea one particular reminiscence of Gail Kane. An old, old lady once sat behind me in a motion picture theater. Gail came onto the screen. The old, old lady drew a deep, incredulous breath. "It just isn't possible," she averred, "for anybody to be so beautiful. It isn't human. They cant fool me!"
Gail Kane's beauty is undeniable, but it is quite, quite healthily human. If one cares for the ethereal, for the insubstantial, for the bizarre, her type would not appeal. She is a most wholesome-looking young person. One feels that her mother took very scientific care of her infant years. She has heavy dark hair, and dark eyes, and full lips and white, strong teeth. She is the sort of a girl who will make a magnificentlooking woman in the autumn of things. She has the lasting
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beauty, not the ephemeral.
In a manner she is rather the young debutante in her first season than the young person who has appeared in "Seven Keys to Baldpate," in "The Miracle Man," "The Hyphen" and others. She lacks the assurance of manner that seems to go with footlight triumphs of any nature. There is some quality in her that has not, as it were, hardened. She has not the seasoned manner of one inured to the clapping of many hands. Her chiefest characteristic seemed to me, who were become an interrogation point, to be reticence. I pursued, she evaded. I attempted cajolery, bald flattery, subtlety. I took on a knowing air. Futile. She talked of the war,. she touched on politics, she spoke {Continued on page 105)
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