Dottie's a girl on the town - all over town...
While Bette's keeping it real on the West Side.
Goldie's stirring things up just a little further East (note to self: Hal Holbrook, astonishingly, didn't always look like Mark Twain. This may require further investigation)...
And girls in the Deep South, it would seem, are no better than they should be.
Meanwhile, in Chicago, the otherwise unheralded Grace Smith appears to be mixed up with The Sepia Bela Lugosi.
Miss Harlow, fabulous as always (did she ever wear anything that wasn't bias-cut white satin?) is busy playing "show me" with Franchot Tone (at least I hope it's Franchot - this isn't another one of those that tries to pair her off with Lionel, is it?).
Further afield, some girls are trying to Menace the Fate of the World (while looking smashing in black latex)....
...even as others are trying to save it.They are, all of them, girls on the go, and all of them, in their own ways, seem intent on proving true perhaps the wisest adage to come down to us from the mystic 1980s: girls just want to have fun. Truer words, children, truer words. Just ask the Girl from Tobacco Row. Or Mars.
