I want some flashes along here, between dances--see what I mean?
You're talking, but you're bored with it all.

The hollowness of this night life is getting you; not all of you--most of you girls can keep on smiling--but The Blight of Broadway shows on many.

You're beginning to wonder if this is all life has to offer--see what I mean ?" He continued down the line.
From the table back of Merton Gill came a voice in speech to the retreating back of Henshaw: "All right, old top, but it'll take a good lens to catch any blight on this bunch--most of 'em haven't worked a lick in six weeks, and they're tickled pink." He knew without turning that this was the Montague girl trying to be funny at the expense of Henshaw who was safely beyond hearing.

He thought she would be a disturbing element in the scene, but in this he was wrong, for he bent upon the wine glass a look more than ever fraught with jaded world-weariness.

The babble of Broadway was resumed as Henshaw went back to the cameras.
Presently a camera was pushed forward.