I’m itching to chop my locks into a bob, but Mama is busy clutching her pearls over those "Red" headlines and my little brother’s Raggedy Andy doll. I just want to slip into a beaded silk shift and find a speakeasy where the jazz is the bee’s knees and the neon glows like a fever dream.
I won't be the fall guy for their stuffy morals while the world is finally waking up. Through the frost-rimmed window, the city looks like a blurred charcoal sketch waiting for the flash of a T-strap heel to bring it to life.
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The Headlines
WASHINGTON OPENS HEARING ON 'REDS'; Labor Secretary Promises Early Decision Affecting 3,000 Now Awaiting Deportation. COUNSEL DENIES BLOODSHED Communist Lawyer Admits, However, That They Want Soviet Government Here.