Gentlemen Prefer
I never would have noticed her if it weren’t for the hat. I mean, let’s be honest here, cigarette girls are a dime a dozen, and the way I went through nightclubs, I’d seen a hundred dollars’ worth already. Her hat came bobbing through the crowd, keeping that hot swing beat, with those short maple-wood waves under it shining in the lights off the big bandstand. Call her what you want, a dame, a doll, a pinup waiting to happen, anybody could see that there was something about her that begged for...