A one-inch advertisement and a brief publicity notice appeared in New York City newspapers one day last week announcing the return of a famed young woman. A year ago the shrug of her well-rounded shoulders was worth a big black headline. But that was history by which many a newspaper profited and was shamed. Last week's item was that Mrs. Frances Heenan ("Peaches") Browning went on the stage of the vast Keith-Albee Hippodrome in uptown Manhattan. Adequately clothed, she sang briefly and badly in a vaudeville act, introduced by a sleek whippersnapper. To a few newsgatherers in her dressing room,...
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