CHAMPAGNE
TANGO.

Those seasoned women who were always content, who never complained even when the food had a bite to it, living like that in their little room, leading a young girl's life in a poor bed that lacked a mattress.

How often with bitter mate they fooled their stomach, and many days went by with no money for food! The bed was their comfort in those bitter moments when, because of poverty, there was nothing to eat.

Gone are those women who were always content with what their well-off man gave them, if he truly was well-off. Today they only want dresses and the finest jewels, cars with their tops down to drive about the city.

No one wants a tenement or to be a poor seamstress, or to look shabby either... They only want to seem to be friends with so-and-so, a man with plenty of money, who rents an apartment and takes her to the Pigall.

To have a car, to have a maid and a grand “chapeau”, and for their parties a gigolo; a carpeted room with impressive style, to have a servant and... what do I know! And so... in this way, wherever they go, “champagne, tangó”.