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By Jack Joseph Smith

Chapter X She wore a yellowdress and her blond hair was fluffed over her ears. She danced and moved with laughter about the room. The guests moved aside and the men almost seemed to curtay to her. Her introductions were complamentry and her smile was complete with twinkling eyes. She was the lady director and writer for such a marvellous childrens theatre and how wonderful it all was. I was the actor who was going off to adventures on the long lonesome road. O, how classic it all was. Everyone who was brillant and gallent was there. Vocka and German beer. Lots of olves to plimk and home made onion dip and good cheese to touch a taste so fine to the toung before drowning your insides with the flowing bulk of cold beer. A sefistecated carnival is how it had all looked to me. A fancy group of men and women with long-hair and mustaches and bright colored hats. I loved to watch myself flip and fancy here and there, and into a restraunt we would go with our makeup on. Hello to you, hello to there. Lots of time we have for mischief, and we are none, but children. Around the countryside we had gone singing songs and sipping brandy on the way. A bus or tow or three or four, they were always breaking down, and a little cart that pulled behind, with props and sets and scenes, pilled within, with the faces of comedy and tragedy as a clown, painted without. I had the rich girl on my arm. She was a priceless gem. Fit for love, fit for loving. Next to my shoulder she walked with me. Pretending to be unhurt; pretending not to be bending to the tears, that were forcing like a hard wind, her soul over the underneath thorns of a blossomed season. I watched painted intellects chase their immaginations around the room. They were going to become tissue paper people, if they didn't watch out. Many peoples personalities were being flung around the room, like forest leaves falling in the fall. I hadn't seen O'Dandy and company hardly at all during the past year, and I remembered them now, as I noticed that power didn't seem to have much to

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Chapter X opens at a theatrical party where a yellow-dressed director moves through vodka, beer, props, costumes, and cultivated mischief while Michael watches himself perform beside the rich girl and remembers O'Dandy's absent company.

The page shifts from the street and jail cycle into a more artistic social theatre, but the same instability remains. Michael sees the party as performance, escape, and self-display, with the rich girl already bent under the sadness he notices beside him.

Claude

Chapter X opens at the lady director's party, the blond 'lady director and writer' in a 'yellowdress' dancing through a room of curtseying men, her 'marvellous childrens theatre' and the narrator cast as 'the actor who / was going off to adventures on the long lonesome road.' He reads the theatre crowd as 'A sefistecated carnival' of 'long-hair and mustaches and bright colored hats' touring 'A bus or tow or three or four' that 'were always breaking down,' a cart of props bearing 'the faces / of comedy and tragedy.' On his arm the rich girl is 'a priceless gem... Pretending to be unhurt; pretending not to be / bending to the tears,' while he watches the 'painted intellects' risk becoming 'tissue paper people,' their personalities 'flung around the room, like forest leaves,' and notes that here 'power didn't seem to have much to' do with anything - remembering the absent O'Dandy.