![]() ![]() ![]() Florence wore an evening gown of gold and a spray of orchids in her hair. Then it was that Florence, the famous entertainer, that same Florence who snubbed millionaires nightly, arose from her table near the orchestra to defend the poor little French danseuse in her troubles. The attendant laid hands on her and pushed her, struggling in her satin evening gown, toward the door.Īs she passed the last table, Annette seized a patron’s champagne bucket-ice, bottle, and all-and flung it straight at the proprietor at his cash desk behind the bar whereupon the attendant slapped Annette to the floor with one blow of his hand. He was French and she was French, and they spoke the same language fluently, so Annette said some very unpleasant things to the owner. Of course, if she had had any other way of making a living, she wouldn’t have been there, but she didn’t have any other way.įeeling badly, no doubt, Annette began to be very spiteful to those clients who didn’t think that they could afford another bottle of champagne, so one night the owner of the place asked her not to come back any more. But she was not well and she shouldn’t have been there. Still, to make a living, she had to come to work every night, dance with the patrons and drink as much champagne as she could, in order to get her commission. It began like this: a little French danseuse named Annette was going to have a child. ![]() One night there was a terrific fight in the Grand Duc. ![]()
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