Mademoiselle Modiste

Mademoiselle Modisse, whose old lady's hat. And here is the Mademoiselle Modisse of the railroad hour, because of P.P. we all take our hats off to. The glamorous style of the Metropolitan and San Francisco Opera Company's lovely Dorothy Kirsten.

She's 34-24, Dorothy Gann. Half of May the woman's worthy Gann. Very pretty, Mademoiselle Stee-C. Oh, thank you, Mademoiselle Stee-C.

But I am paying you to sell hats, not to give concerts in my shop. Perhaps I am in love, or perhaps it's because someday I hope to become a singer. Oh please don't think I'm ungrateful madam sisie.

It's just that I want you to become somebody. When then, the boy can go in the back home right now and become somebody helping the hat-crimmers. Who am I madam sisie? Just as you say.

Never seen such a girl. Madam sisie, oh. This is new monsieur brand. I was hoping it would be a customer. Well, you don't look very glad to see me. You know, I don't think you like me.

I have to like you. Your mother comes from Philadelphia. I have to get you by her hat here. I just don't like the way you take up my best sales girl's time. Hell, if you never told me you thought she was your best sales girl.

Naturally, you think I would be fooling up to tell her? She's independent enough as it is. But, um, you get over that once I am her mother-in-law. The mother-in-law. Yes. I have decided to push on Mary my son, Gaston.

After all, your intentions toward Phoebe were not furious. Was he? Well, I don't really know. Oh, I'm sure you would not be foolish enough to think of marriage with anyone before commission college. No, no, it isn't bad.