The doors of cabaret creak slowly open. As the curvy starlet saunters in, she looks around. The place is somewhat empty. Not sure if she was too early or too late, Polly takes a set at a small table ushered by a silent host with a bushy beard and beady eyes.

"Monsieur, Hmm this place is as dead as a rat on poison. Something I wouldn’t expect of the foremost juke joint in Paris. Am I too early for a dinner and a guzzle?”

“Of course not madam!” he looks slightly bewildered at my patter. He has seated me in at a table for two almost in the front window. I wonder as I get a chilly and parts of my dress begin to cling to my skin, if I was seated here as window dressing myself.

The waiter approaches as a few more people trickle in to the cabaret. “Madam?” “Ah ya got some Antifreeze** to warm up this chassis?” After a confused look, I sigh deeply and list the ingredient for the bartender “Got Vodka, Curacao, Rum..... Good.”

Polly leans back and thinks ….Paris the city of lights. She was determined to enjoy herself here. Polly left Hollywoodland in a hurry. She had a falling out with a overly friendly director on set. And though she could not be considered a star like Clara Bow or Marion Davies she did well enough in the nickelodeons and moving pictures to take her egg across to the city that never sleeps.

First order of business: have fun and forget that ole piker of an assistant director. Second order of business: have fun and forget about that ole piker of an assistant director. Paris should be perfect for it. I am sure to find something golden here.

Finally the first act of the night begins to arrive on stage. A handsome jack at the bar sends over another drink as the light entrée arrives. Slowly he sidles up to the table. “May I join you?”

Looking up and down at him slyly, Polly says “sure, why not—just don’t talk so loud as not to hear the band.” Looking at the stage there is only a guy setting up the music stands and the confused devotee realizes he may have gotten in deeper than he wanted to with this dame.

Polly giggles to her self as she sees the strangled look on the gentleman’s face appear. Oh yes Paris should be lots of fun!