ANYWAY, THAT WAS PETER Mack. And then there was Vivian La Marr. I met her back stage at the Gayety with Shorty who was there to see the stage manager who was to be a witness in some trivial crime-affair that Shorty was reporting. This Vivian La Marr was the main reason why the Gayety was having trouble with the Anti-Vice League and was about to lose its license. She came up to me back stage—a lush, artificial blonde, heavy with makeup; with an amazing expanse of flesh smooth as satin, and a negligible tinseled costume that the Anti-Vice League did not like at all but which pleased the Gayety’s customers very much.
“You’re Robert Rance,” she said. “I saw your picture an’ wasn’t you televized a few times.”
I agreed that was so.
“I also heard one of your astronomy lectures,” she added with
