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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Sure!" said Nance, with spirit, "if the Dago can't teach me to dance, maybe he can teach me to growl." The joke was lost upon the director, but it put Reeser into such a good humor that he sent her down to the dressing-room to try on the costume. Ten minutes later, a little bear, awkward but ecstatic, scrambled madly up the steps, and an excited voice called out: "Look, Mr.
"Flossy Pierson's sprained her ankle." "Ze leetle bear?" shrieked Pulatki; then he clutched his hair in both hands and raved maledictions on the absent Flossy. "See here," said Reeser, "this is no time for fireworks. Who in the devil is to take her place?" "Zere is none," wailed Pulatki. "She make her own part. I cannot teach it." "It's not the part that bothers me," said Reeser.
And to Nance's untold chagrin she found that she could not. The moment the music started, it seemed to get into her tripping feet, her swinging arms, her nodding head; and every extra step and unnecessary gesture that she made evoked a storm from the director. Just when his irritation was at his height, Reeser joined him from the wings. "Here's a howdy-do!" he exclaimed.
Reeser, it fits! it fits!" For the rest of the morning Nance practised her part, getting used to the clumsy suit of fur, learning to adjust her mask so that she could see through the little, round, animal eyes, and keeping the other girls in a titter of amusement over her surreptitious imitation of the irascible Pulatki.
"She is so fresh, so fresh!" groaned Pulatki from the wings. "She's alive," said Reeser. "She'll never make a show girl, and she's got no voice to speak of. But she's got a personality that climbs right over the footlights. I'm going to engage her for the rest of the season."
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