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Updated: May 17, 2025
I'll get the tickets for the theatre while I'm in town. Minnie hesitated for a moment. 'I don't believe I want to go to the theatre much tonight, Henry. 'Nonsense. We must have a party on your birthday. We'll go to the theatre and then we'll have supper at Geisenheimer's again. I may be working after hours at the bank today, so I guess I won't come home.
She and her partner were doing one or two rounds now for exhibition purposes, like the winning couple always do at Geisenheimer's, and the room was fairly rising at them. You'd have thought from the way they were clapping that they had been betting all their spare cash on her. Charlie gets her well focused, then he lets his jaw drop, till he pretty near bumped it against the floor.
'We're dancing this together, I said. He grinned all across his face. I found Mrs Charlie looking as if she had never shed a tear in her life. She certainly had pluck, that kid. 'Come on, I said. 'Stick to your ticket like wax and watch your step. I guess you've seen these sporting contests at Geisenheimer's. Or, if you haven't seen them at Geisenheimer's, you've seen them somewhere else.
As I walked to Geisenheimer's that night I was feeling blue and restless, tired of New York, tired of dancing, tired of everything. Broadway was full of people hurrying to the theatres. Cars rattled by. All the electric lights in the world were blazing down on the Great White Way. And it all seemed stale and dreary to me. Geisenheimer's was full as usual.
Five minutes later he was addressing the Southern girl as "honey," and had informed Jill that he had only joined this show to fill in before opening on the three-a-day with the swellest little song-and-dance act which he and a little girl who worked in the cabaret at Geisenheimer's had fixed up. On this scene of harmony and good-fellowship Mr Saltzburg's chord intruded jarringly.
This seemed to bear the stamp of truth. If he was introduced to me, he probably danced with me. It's what I'm at Geisenheimer's for. 'When was it? 'A year ago last April. You can't beat these rural charmers. They think New York is folded up and put away in camphor when they leave, and only taken out again when they pay their next visit.
After a silent dinner and a theatrical performance during which neither had exchanged more than a word between the acts, she had wished to abandon the idea of supper and go home. But a squad of police could not have kept Henry from Geisenheimer's. His hour had come. He had thought of this moment for weeks, and he visualized every detail of his big scene.
And then, as he sits and smokes, a waiter comes up to the hero and, with a soft 'Pardon, m'sieu! hands him a note. The atmosphere of Geisenheimer's suggested all that sort of thing to Henry. They had finished supper, and he was smoking a cigar his second that day. He leaned back in his chair and surveyed the scene. He felt braced up, adventurous.
I headed for the Park, and there was the grass all green, and the trees coming out, and a sort of something in the air why, say, if there hadn't have been a big policeman keeping an eye on me, I'd have flung myself down and bitten chunks out of the turf. And as soon as I got to Geisenheimer's they played that 'Michigan' thing.
There was one of those African explorer men used to come to Geisenheimer's a lot when he was home from roaming the trackless desert, and he used to tell me about tribes he had met who didn't use real words at all, but talked to one another in clicks and gurgles. He imitated some of their chatter one night to amuse me, and, believe me, Izzy Baermann started talking the same language now.
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