Pauline-Marie was another razzle-dazzle who swooped out here from nowhere and burrowed into quite a few fortunes and put quite a few of our society leaders into mourning.

She disappeared and I can't trace her, but she seems to have been the handsomest of the bunch, and was fond of showing herself at first nights, dressed straight from Paris, until some of our war-hardened 'leaders' called upon the managers in a body and threatened never to set foot inside their doors again unless she was kept out, and the managers succumbed.

Then there was the friend of a rich Englishman, whose first name I haven't been able to get hold of.

They lived first at Santa Barbara, then loafed up and down the coast for a year or two, spending quite a time in San Francisco.

She was 'foreign looking' and a stunner, all right.