Midnight
Then we went to New York with meet-my-friend letters thick as a pile of napkins . `` In two days we landed a job at Divinerries ' , and I learned to shimmy from a kid at the Palais Royal . We stayed at Divinerries ' six months until one night Peter Boyce Wendell , the columnist , ate his milk-toast there . Next morning a poem about Marvellous Marcia came out in his newspaper , and within two days I had three vaudeville offers and a chance at the Midnight Frolic . I wrote Wendell a thank-you letter , and he printed it in his column -- said that the style was like Carlyle 's , only more rugged and that I ought to quit dancing and do North American literature . This got me a coupla more vaudeville offers and a chance as an ingénue in a regular show . I took it -- and here I am , Omar . ''