1922 (chapter 1)

"My Berries!!!" Darby said with a spark.
Flashing  his big daddy grin.  "Whoopee "
Puffing hard on his 'Romeo y Julieta.
He eyes her gams. The glad rags draping tight.
Each feather and jewel holding her right.

She was the bees knees .
Darby sighed for the fist time in his life.
He wasn't ossified. Hell he only had one 'Mint Julep , so far.

Darby was the 'Egg Man. The Sheik.
Everyone knew he brought the butter.
He loved hanging his hat at, ' Nat Sherman's, Manhattan speakeasy .
Darby knew he would be getting razzed.
If he didn't stop acting like a sap.

He decided to beat his gums for awhile .
"Hey, Sam. Have you ever seen a Sheba as spiffy as that doll come in here before ?"
"Naw, Darby . I ain't ever seen a Deb, chassis those gams in my juice joint before. Why, Mr. Darby? " Sam bolsters a laugh. " You keen on that orchid ?"

"Man, Sam. I hope she's not a bearcat. Or worse a 'Moll.
She's all dolled up with the cats pajamas. Who is this owl, Sam?"
"You're a bird , Darby . You have a crush on  that dame?
 Are you sure you're not balled up or zazzled ?" Sam chuckled , as he enjoyed another shot of giggle juice.
" It's all Jake's Sam. Watch the big cheese in action. As soon as you butt me."