The boarding house is run by Mrs Travers, who was an actress herself in her youth. Our boarding house is in Villareal Square, and there are more kinds of people here than I knew existed! Just walking down to buy a loaf of bread in the morning one hears half a dozen languages. You can tell Mother rest assured that I have not quite sunk into a pit of vice and voluptuousness, but my horizons have certainly been expanded. I am certainly seeing a side of Greater Windenburg we never saw when Aunt Minnie used to take us to the pantomime at Christmas. September 10th, 1910- Letter extract, Clem Gillespie to Daisy Gillespie “I know,” Zelda responded a bit sadly, “and when that day comes I’ll do whatever I can to help him, to help either of you, I can promise you that.” If I could only get him on the right stage, where people could really respect him and see how damn talented he is.” He’s better than any ragtime player on the scene right now. Jo shook her head, “You know you have talent, right? Real talent that others would positively kill to have in this age. I’m not taking their money and I’m not going to sing for them.” Zelda smiled good naturedly, still watching Antoine splashing in the water, “I understand what you’re doing Jo, truly I do, but I’m not going back into those men’s homes. They would pay you quadruple what you make at the club just to sing for a night…” There’s still talk about you though, and I could book you alone in a heartbeat. But he’s practically been banned everywhere but old Storyville, and really, there’s no money there anymore. I mean even now, I promise I ask around for him constantly. I tried everything to get you and Antoine booked again but no one would hear of it. Jo lowered her voice, “You know, Zelda, I tried after that whole scene last Mardi Gras.
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