White folks at Monte Carlo were enviously agog, last week, at the luck of a tall, tawny young woman who won prodigiously at Baccarat, cashed in her chips, stuffed into the décolleté bosom of her gown a bulging bundle of 1,000 franc notes, and whirled out upon the dance floor in the arms of one Earl Leslie.
As the pair cavorted, banknotes fluttered after her like autumn leaves. Scandalized, the Casino management detailed two croupiers to follow Spendthrift Josephine Baker, famed blackamoor danseuse, around the ballroom, collecting banknotes which they returned to her when her ebullience had subsided.
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