Evening Star Newspaper, June 28, 1931, Page 95

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—JUNE “Just a Gigolo.” Aunt Belle and Aunt Sue, who country, are listening to a radio rendition of that ing lyric, “Just a Gigolo,” and Aunt Belle is very much impressed. “Don’t you think, Sue,” she inquires, “that maybe I could hire one from some reliable agency to take me across the city when I go to see about my new bifocals? The traffic is so terrible nowadays.” When in Doubt, Consult the Boy Friend. This is, indeed, good advice for many girls to follow in social matters. (This lovely society matron is in half mourning and she had about decided to nave her daughter married at high noon in the biggest church obtainable, etc., etc., which would, of course, have been all wrong.) Her gigolo boy friend has come to the rescue and has shown her that the only proper course will be to have the wedding a simple affair in the ball room of the Ritz-Plaza at night, followed by dancing, with plenty of champagne-and a couple of good bands. A Business Girl's Gigslo. Girls who run tea rooms, hosiery shops and decorating establishments see too much of the pretty gigolos who trail after their rich clients and natur- ally want a change after business hours. So they pick the more solid, restful type for .their boy escorts—something like the young man shown here. JUST A GIGOLO By W. E. Hill |Copyright: 1931: By the Chicago Tribune Syndicate.] S o . 4&‘:-_»4 & v & The New Celebrity. “You have such interesting celebrities at your parties, Clara. I've met the author and the explorer, but who is that (auiualing young man and what does he do?” “Oh, my dear, haven't you met him? He’s quite the prize of the evening, the most expensive gigolo in town. I was so afraid he would disappoint us!” The Thinning Hair. Beauty is only skin deep, and it scems sometimes as though hair on the head didn’t even go that deep. It comes out so easily, and for gigolos it is worse than for the rest of us. It’s a terrible time in the life of a professional boy friend when .the epidermis begins to show through on top and no signs of a new growth! 28, 1931. When Winter Comes. People who are not in the know wonder what becomes of old gigolos when they lose their hair, and their teeth, and their figures. Tender souls feel very sad about them. As a matter of fact, an ageing gigolo gets along very well. He goes into business and makes a lot of money. She Married Her Gigolo. Once caught, the average gigolo makes a very good husband. A wedded gigolo is apt to cry a good deal during the first months of domesticity, due largely to the fact that most elderly brides are domineering, but these girls are good providers and once a boy's spirit is broken everything will be all right. The Curse of Beauty. These boys would probably be running for President or forging ahead as executives in a steel corporation if it weren't for their looks, which make it well-nigh impossible for them to dodge ‘the rich old girls who want to be taken somewheres to dine or dance and want to tell a congenial soul all about their operation. From left to right we have the boy who is in great demand at dre: aged, preferred by ladies with strong, adamantine wills; the haughty boy with the Indianapolis-Engl -up parties and pageants; the somewhat negative boy, easily man- ish accent and the socially prominent complex, a great draw with aspiring matrons who have unlimited cash but no eclat; the boy with the wistful eyes and the thick curls irresistible to romantic dowagers, and the hard- boiled boy who slaps the girls on the back and calls them Emma or Julie at first meeting, who goes pretty hot with bored girls of 60 and over. V= e ) S N\