Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from a Ziegfeld chorus.
Before then she never took anybody’s money and paid for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing and dancing.
She loved one man and he loved six women and the game was changing her looks, calling for more and more massage money and high coin for the beauty doctors.
Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, reads in the day’s papers what her husband is doing to the inter-state commerce commission, requires a larger corsage from year to year, and wonders sometimes how one man is coming along with six women.
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