Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a 
    corporation lawyer who picked her from a Ziegfeld chorus.	
Before then she never took anybody’s money and paid for her silk 
    stockings out of what she earned singing and dancing.	
She loved one man and he loved six women and the game was 
    changing her looks, calling for more and more massage money 
    and high coin for the beauty doctors.	
Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, reads in 
    the day’s papers what her husband is doing to the inter-state 
    commerce commission, requires a larger corsage from year to 
    year, and wonders sometimes how one man is coming along with 
    six women.