The cigaret girl had just given her first yawn. The blonde from Showboat was explaining for the third time why her girl-friend could not come. The lawyer from an Ohio town was about to order more White Rock water "or sumpthing" The Butte, Mont., mining man was laughing at the song, which he had never heard before, of a girl named Anna, from Butte, Montana. It was, in other words, 1 o'clock in the morning and in Manhattan's livelier night clubs the evening was just beginning to bubble. In the streets outside, crowds at...
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