Still, facts were facts.

You couldn't wait as long on five dollars as you could on ten.
Then on the afternoon of a day that promised to end as other days had ended, a wave of animation swept through the waiting room and the casting office.

"Swell cabaret stuff" was the phrase that brought the applicants to a lively swarm about the little window.

Evening clothes, glad wraps, cigarette cases, vanity-boxes--the Victor people doing The Blight of Broadway with Muriel Mercer--Stage Number Four at 8:30 to-morrow morning.

There seemed no limit to the people desired.