Chapter 12
Polly, Eileen Hay, Stella Zedrich, and a couple of other students were hanging crepe paper from lights and windows around a large room. Someone was setting up a heavy microphone when several young men in baggy zoot suits carried their musical instruments to the stage. Polly gasped when she noticed them. “What are they doing here already, and what in the hell are they wear’n?”
“Oh those baggy pants are the latest rage in California,” Stella volunteered. “Saw them in Vogue a couple of months ago.”
“How can you afford that ritzy magazine?” Eileen asked, forgetting
Stella’s background.
“We can’t worry about fashions now. It’s really late and we gotta get this place cleaned up so we can make ourselves look stunning,” Polly tossed her hair with a la-de-da air. Eileen shook her h
