“No, that’s a fact, Dot. The editors like to get a pretty picture now and then.”
“But how did you do it?”
“It was so simple that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. We just sent the pictures in and they printed them. They seem to like you. Here’s your scrap-book to date.”
He showed her a gray book, several pages of which were filled with pictures of Dorothy and with printed matter. She ran through it eagerly.
“It’s wonderful. May I have it?”
“That’s the office book. But I'll have a duplicate made up for you.”
She watched him type a “Snappygram” from T. A. B. to J. G.
“Duplicate scrap-book for Miss Reitz, please.”
“Miss Gray will fix one for you. Did you see your interview in the Cosmos?”
He handed her a copy of that musical gazette. On the fifth page she found a large picture of herself, headed “A Lovely Débutante.” Followed an article by Elizabeth Weatherby.
“One has only to look at Dorothy Reitz, the charming young soprano who is to make her début at Aeolian next Saturday afternoon,” she read, “to realize that here is a singer who can captivate an audience before she sings a note. Not that she is not an unusually gifted vocalist. Those who have heard her describe her as a singer of rare ability and her musical intelligence shines from her deep, spiritual eyes whenever a musical topic is mentioned in her hearing. I was fascinated when she told me her ideas of interpretation and technique. Here, I thought, was a young woman whose beauty might have brought her a place in society but who forsook the
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