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met at his lunch club, and Molly kept the seconds and grappled with social sixers. Lunching with Polly one day t that famous rendezvous for the impecunious revolutionaries of the 1920s, we were joined by Anziou Yeziuska. "Angea has had two books published," Polly explained "She wrote 'Salome of the Jewments' and "Hungry Harte" and we're hoping that the publishers are going to see the movie rights to Salome. The two of you must have a lot in common." I did not think so, but several days later Polly said that Anzia wanted me to coach her in English composition and offered to pay a dollar or two an hour for these services. The lessons were irregular and undiluted. Foaming a little at the corners of her month, Anzia would pound on my door when least I felt like earning a living. "June on the tap! The devil's in me, let's go out for a walk." And as we walked she would check some phrase out of what I was saying and steadying a wad of yellow paper against a [??]