Jazz Age Wednesdays 27 ― Hullaba Lulu 2

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Val and Lulu trumpet and Rolls
Art by Rob Goldstein

Welcome to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  I’m happy to see you back for Chapter 2 of this new series.  It is not in the “Pip-verse” but it still takes place during the Roaring Twenties.  

Artist Rob Goldstein is collaborating with me, creating fabulous visuals and sending me “three things” to spontaneously drive this pantser story.  Some of the details also come from a song Rob’s grandmother sang to him called “Don’t Bring Lulu.”  

Don’t Bring Lulu

I was captivated when Rob wanted me to include a (potentially supernatural) Valentino character.  I loved his idea.  If you’ve been following me for a good while, then you know I like to make fictionalized versions of historic people.  Then, one of the “things” (the Bright Young Things) Rob sent for this episode showed me a wealth of such people I might include.  Yes, one of them has already become a mysterious character.  You’ll see in a moment.

The mystery elements begin here in Chapter 2, so pay close attention.  I won’t tell you what’s a clue and what’s a red herring.  I’m just wicked that way.  And now…  

Hullaba Lulu

Chapter 2

Grand Central Station, Garter Flask, Bright Young Things

Lulu 5
Lulu, image by Rob Goldstein


Rose MacDonald sneezed delicately as soon as we stepped out of my grandfather’s speakeasy.  The “raid door” opened to the abandoned subway tunnel.  It was dusty from decades of disuse. 

Still feeling the effects of the hooch, I pondered sadly that the speakeasy was becoming rather like the tunnel.  I remembered when the joint was jumpin’ like Grand Central Station.  It wasn’t nearly as busy as it once was.  Gramps refused to do business with some of the more disreputable rum-runners.  Business started to fall off long about that time.

Rose put an elegantly embroidered handkerchief to her turned up nose and sneezed again, a decidedly unladylike noise.  The stitching formed a monogram, an R bracketed by two Ms.  It also matched her dress.  Rose was always coordinated.

By then my nose burned too.  I gave a big achoo! that echoed down the tunnel.

Rose Lulu - Small
Rose, image by Rob Goldstein

I closed the emergency exit of the speakeasy.  From the outside it blended into the walls of the subway tunnel.  You had to know exactly where it was if you were going to find it.

Also, it was dark when the red and blue lights from the strange train died.  I took a torch from an inconspicuous bracket Gramps had bolted to the wall.  A flip of the switch and we had enough light to see.

The cacophony, just moments before had made me think that train was about to crash right into the speakeasy.  It stopped several feet beyond the door and rested on the tracks where a train ought to be.  Except that no train should be in that part of the subway at all.  Nothing could get past the caved-in area.

Rose and Pearl watched the man who had come into the speakeasy in a blaze of red and blue lights (along with that train) as if mesmerized.  Rose ran her finger down the lapel of his tuxedo jacket in a flirtatious way.  He met her eyes with a smoldering gaze, but I had noticed that the expression in his eyes usually looked that way.

“Ya know… you’re even more handsome than Rudolph Valentino,” Rose began.  “So, what’s your name?  I bet you’re a great dancer.  You look like a real sharpshooter, a regular floorflusher.  Why don’t we go back inside?  There’s a darb Victrola for dance music.”

“Yeah, tell us your name,” Pearl added her voice.

“Valentino,” he stated simply.

Bushwa!” I exclaimed.  “Who are you really?”

“I.  Am.  Valentino,” he repeated with emphasis.  “I take it that you know someone similar.  That happens sometimes,” he added in a tone that suggested he had said the same thing a thousand times.

His statement befuddled me.  We tried to get more sense out of him, but that was all he’d say about his moniker. 

Valentino_close Hat
Valentino, by Rob Goldstein

Meanwhile Pearl and Rose clung to his elbows.  I admit that I would have done the same thing.  However, he didn’t have a third elbow, and I wasn’t going to cling to anybody’s knee.

“What kind of woman is she?” he muttered to my pals in a baffled tone.  “She smells like onions and horseradish, and there’s marinara sauce on her cheek,” he added.

The man who called himself Valentino didn’t sound repulsed or offended, simply curious.  He looked at me like an ornithologist who had found a new species of bird.

“Oh, she’s not as wild and woolly as she seems,” Rose said with a grin, and winked at me.  “Although she is the kind of smarty who breaks up every party.  Cheer up honey,” she told me.  “Sometimes you get so glum when you’re tipsy.”

Pearl reached out and gave my hand a squeeze, although I thought she might be reassuring herself more than me.  Then she introduced herself and Rose.  The man was gracious, but in return he formally repeated the single name, Valentino, as if he had no other.

“And that’s Hullaba Lulu,” Pearl introduced me with the hated nickname, causing me to blush.  “You should see her Charleston!  We’d bring her to any party.”

I started to say something clever, but a hiccup escaped my lips instead.  Then I heard the echo of footfalls farther up the tunnel.

“Margosha!” another man called out from the distance.

The new stranger was coming from the direction of the hatch that lead up to the street.

“Is that you Margosha?”

He seemed to squint.  The lighting was dim.  I thought nothing would be able to pry my friends loose from the Valentino guy.  However, when the other man caught up to us, I noticed that Rose and Pearl had moved away into the shadows.

“Hey do you lot know where the door to the speakeasy is?” he asked.  “I’m looking for― um, an old friend and I heard that she hangs out there.”

Val and Tom D
Valentino and Tom

Judging by his face I would have thought he was an uptown swell, but he had longer hair, and the style of his suit made me think he had spent time in India.  I thought he must be a cellar smeller, who had somehow learned about my grandfather’s speakeasy.  At any rate, he didn’t look like a revenuer, so his presence didn’t worry me.  Besides I was still pretty well zozzled.

“Margosha?  That means pearl in Russian,” Valentino murmured so softly that I barely heard.

The door to the speakeasy opened.  Unnoticed by anyone else, Gramps stepped out, closing the door softly behind him.  His eyes went to Rose and Pearl in the nearby shadows.  The cellar smeller walked up to Valentino and me.

“You!” Gramps exclaimed, though I wasn’t sure which of the men he meant.

I didn’t understand my grandfather’s reaction.  His posture made me think of a snake, coiled and ready to strike.  That made me uncomfortable so I started babbling.  I tend to do talk when I’m nervous.  Unfortunately my chatter changed the subject and I didn’t find out which “You” Gramps meant.

“So, who are you, mister?  And who is Margosha?” I turned to the new comer and asked.

Tom Driberg.  He’s the journalist who tells all about the ‘Bright Young Things,’ you know?” Rose explained obligingly.  “The swells who throw all the wild parties.”

“The ones I’m never invited to?” I inserted a rhetorical comment.

I watched Rose and Tom Driberg.  There was a challenge in her eyes when she looked at him.  I wasn’t sure what to make of it.  However, I thought I recognized the hungry expression on his face when he looked at her and Pearl.

Pearl Lulu Waves
Pearl, by Rob Goldstein

Everybody said Pearl was a darned nice girl.  It was true ― at least if you asked me.  Yet at that moment she looked like a doe ready to spring away.  Pearl lifted her beaded dress revealing a garter flask.  She took a swig and almost forgot to pass the flask around.  I didn’t understand why she’d be upset.

“A hair of the dog,” Pearl explained.  “I’ve got a headache.  I really need to get home,” she added.

With an uneasy glance at Tom, Pearl started walking toward the subway hatch to the street.  She’d have a shortcut home that way.

Rose went after pearl to take care of her.  When I saw Tom Driberg, the journalist, follow them it didn’t sit well with me.  I turned back to Gramps.  I was surprised to see him and Valentino staring at each other wordlessly.

I cleared my throat, interrupting the silent tableau.

“I don’t trust that guy,” I announced.  “I’m going to make sure my pals are okay.”

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Gramps, by Rob Goldstein

“You should not go alone,” Valentino told me, abruptly breaking eye contact with my grandfather.  “I will escort you.  My automobile is up there.  We’ll make sure your friends are safe, then I can drive you back to your grandfather.”

Gramps looked none too pleased.  However, after a moment he nodded and went back inside his empty speakeasy.

We hurried after the others.  It was so dark I had already lost sight of them.  When we reached what I call the raid exit, Valentino went up the ladder first to push aside the heavy manhole cover.  However, it was already open.  We climbed up to the street.  I looked around for my friends.  In the distance I saw the two gals climbing the stairs to Pearl’s front door.

A sulfuric smell accompanied the strike of a match.  I turned to see Tom Driberg leaning nonchalantly against a Rolls-Royce.  Cigarette smoke curled above his head as he jotted something on a small notepad.  He looked at Valentino the same way he had looked at Rose and Pearl.

Without a word, Tom walked into the night.


The End

Valentinto LuLu Tom D Rolls
Valentino, Lulu, and Tom, by Rob Goldstein


If you want to know more about the real Tom Driberg click here.  He’s an interesting figure and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of him.  That’s what causes fictional him to be a fun addition to this cast.

I hope you’ll click over and check out Rob’s blog.  He’s not just a brilliant artist, he’s also an advocate for several important causes. 

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the cat’s pajamas! 


PS:  Now for the shameless self-promotion — the links to my other 1920s books — the ones about Pip and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

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The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 



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Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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179 thoughts on “Jazz Age Wednesdays 27 ― Hullaba Lulu 2

    1. Kirt, I’m delighted that you got on this train — and I promise there IS going to be a train. 😀 The story gets crazier as it goes. Rob and I are having a great time working on this story. I’m delighted that you like it. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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  1. The Roaring Twenties sound like a time that I’d have enjoyed immensely- even with the resounding thud of the Great Depression. Then again, I’d have probably socked dollar bills away in a steamer trunk, when everyone else was going nuts. Grandfather sounds like he did the same thing.

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    1. Welcome, (GJ? Bruin? Not sure what to call you). Thanks so much for visiting. Yes, the 20s seem like a golden time, just after a horrible war, but before the heartbreak of the Depression and then a second World War. A time before we became jaded. It is an era that suits the whimsical way I like to write. Hugs.

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  2. So, the mystery continues. This is like reading an Agatha Christie book, Teagan. It’s full of mystery and gets me asking questions as I figure out what’s exactly going on with Lulu and her pals. Rob’s sketches give each of the characters a mysterious look. It’s great that we know what these characters look like.
    Looking forward to the next episode.
    Hugs to you.

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    1. Hi Hugh! Now that I’ve picked myself up off the floor… I think I fainted when you compared this story to Agatha Christie! (OMG!)
      Rob’s images, our brainstorming, and the “things” he sends play a big part in this story. I’m glad you’re liking the collaboration.
      I didn’t have Chapter 3 ready to post today, but it will be up next Wednesday.
      Huge thanks for visiting. You’re the bee’s knees!

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        1. Hi Gerlinde. I deeply appreciate that you are trying to visit me during your vacation. I’ve noticed that I have to “moderate/approve” your recent comments (even though I have the settings so that you don’t need to be approved. I think that happens when you are coming from a different place than your usual computer/Internet hook-up. (So I might not get the email that a comment is waiting until the next day.)
          Thank you so very much for visiting my stories. It means a lot to me, particularly during this personally difficult time for me.
          Enjoy your vacation and all the reunions it brings. Safe journeys, and happy Easter. Hugs. ❤


  3. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    If you missed Jazz Age Wednesday this week on Teagan Geneviene’s blog, then here is your chance.. let me set the scene.. the three gals.. Rose, Pearl and Hullaba Lulu, have popped out the back entrance of Lulu’s grandfather’s speakeasy for a break from the festivities.. there to find a gorgeous hunk of few words.. and a rather scruffy guy who seems to know everything going on in town…the girls are agog.. there could be trouble afoot.. or fun….

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  4. Amazing story line as always dearest Teagan, I love the images, they really bring the story to life. I remember the smell of matches being lit to light my Grandads pipe, that would burn down to almost nothing as he puffed his pipe into life.. Funny how smells bring back memories

    Many thanks for you recent visit too Teagan, And I am poking my head up into the Light again my friend.. Thank you for your thoughts an apologies I have missed so many of your wonderful posts.. But they are here always for me to catch up with..
    Sending LOVE and Blessings my friend and a Big Hug.. Have a wonderful Easter Break..
    ❤ Sue xxx

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    1. Dear Sue, I’m delighted to see you any time you can visit. I’m tickled pink that you enjoyed this new story. I’m not sure how long it will go, but there will be several more episodes before I can wrap up the story line. Thanks so much for taking time to read and comment. You’re the cat’s meow!

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  5. I love the illustrations and the story you wrapped around them. There were so many interesting passages in this episode, Teagan, your words drew me back in time and into a curious, sometimes uneasy place – an uneasy speakeasy. I love the part where you wrote: “…There was a challenge in her eyes when she looked at him. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. However, I thought I recognized the hungry expression on his face when he looked at her and Pearl.”

    I can visualize those two, standing off from each other, starting a cat and mouse game.

    Great episode, sorry to be so late to the train station. Have a great day, (only two left this week).

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    1. Thanks so much for this feedback, Dan. I enjoyed writing that passage. I’m trying to layer these chapters with clues (and a red herring or two), and a bit of innuendo. Since I keep this a G-rated blog I’ll be nudging folks to read between the lines a bit if they want — but only if they want a deeper look.
      There’s no such thing as late here. I appreciate your visits. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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      1. I am always impress by your ability to bring us close to a situation and let the rest of the action play out in our mind. I’ve been trying to learn how to communicate some things without directly saying them. It’s hard, and yo do it so well.

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        1. I blush, Dan. ^^’ The thing is, I’m never sure if I’m actually doing it unless someone like you lets me know. I remember a “success” speaker saying that it’s more important to know how you did something than to simply do it. I guess so you can repeat it… Yet I’m not sure. I try to use the 5 senses when I write. Maybe that does it.
          I also (intentionally) don’t explain every detail. So maybe you just have a vivid imagination. And I’m not doing the heavy lifting at all. 😀

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          1. I’ve always said that the problem with most people is the inability to imagine far enough (I think I wrote about this once).

            What you do is give us the stepping stones so we can imagine just far enough and then move on to the next step. You fill in the gaps. In theory, that’s what all writer’s do, but writing is easier (and less interesting) when you give your readers more details. Give them enough, and you’ve written a history book.

            You give us enough information so that we can wiggle around in your world and figure some things out for ourselves.

            I have been removing details from a lot of my writing, lately. I’m trying to strike a balance between not enough information and way too much. Reading your stuff (and a few others) is helping me find that balance.

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    1. Thanks — I know Rob will appreciate that. He’s worked so hard on these illustrations.
      I’m so glad to hear that, Christoph about the different feel. I’m trying to make my voice different, but every time I add some 1920s slang, I feel like it still sounds like Pip. LOL, wishing you oodles of chocolate eggs! You’re the bee’s knees!

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    1. Thank you so much, Robbie. This is good feedback. I wanted to give a different voice and feeling to this story from the other 1920s stories — the ones with Pip. For some reason I just can’t tell if I’ve achieved that. So thank you — based on your comment, I think I have.
      From what I know of you, I don’t think it will make you unhappy to know (a spoiler) that I’m not “in a head place” to write about truly bad people. (Too many of those in the real world.) So yes, most of them are shady — or at least I let them seem that way, because I don’t want you to know who to suspect yet. I really appreciate you taking time to visit. You’re the bee’s knees!

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  6. I love the artwork and especially 💕 the wonderful enigmatic story.

    Tom Driberg is an unexpected addition. Isn’t he the one Churchill called, “…the sort of person who gives sodomy a bad name.”

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    1. Hi Barb. LOL, I knew I could trust you to go there. 😉
      First let me say that my writing never takes to extremes with violence, profanity, or sex. So I’m not sure whether I’m telling you not to worry, or not to get too excited. 😀
      I don’t know for sure about the Churchill quote but he’s probably the one. That was kind of a bonus (for the extra levels of tension and red herrings it can add). I saw the controversy over his “politics” and thought a fictional Tom could add suspense to the plot. Rob researched farther and found what you probably saw. I thought, why not? Add a different layer of tension as well as the suspense of the politics…
      I’m happy you are enjoying it. Rob will be delighted that you love his artwork. You’re the berries!

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    1. Tee-hee! I was going for mysterious. 😀 Thanks so much for your wonderful feedback, Kathryn. Rob will be delighted that you enjoy his artwork. It really is inspiring me — that and the “3 things” he is sending for this one. Thanks for visiting. You are the cat’s pajamas!

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  7. Fascinating! I too had to click over and check out the real Tom Driberg. Most interesting character. And, Valentino…well, he’s someone powerful and Gramps knows the answer. Great segment, Teagan!

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  8. The proverbial pot is starting to bubble! This Tom does sounds like quite the character and introduces a LOT of potential to storylines.
    I LOVE the images produced by Rob Goldstein – especially the one of Lulu and Pearl.

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    1. Hi Joanne. I couldn’t agree more about Rob’s images. He’s also keeping me writing by coming up with 3 fantastic “things” I use each week to propel the story. I’m delighted that you enjoy this. Thanks for visiting. You’re the berries!

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  9. I am loving this, Teagan. I clicked on the link to Tom and wow, what a personality the real guy was. I know for a fact that your Tom will be as I’m already getting a mystical, don’t trust the guy vibe. As for Valentino, well, Gramps isn’t too pleased to see him. This is taking off in a big way, Teagan, smashing. xxx

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    1. Huge thanks for this feedback, Adele. I’m very glad to know the little seeds I’ve sewn could be spotted. (Sometimes I’m afraid I’m being too subtle with my hints.) You’ve latched onto a core component (and one that I didn’t expect until a few people commented that they liked Gramps)! You’re the cat’s meow!

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    1. It’s always a delight to see you, Janet. You are such a traveler — I’d be scared to death! (But, I’m very agoraphobic, so that’s how it is. I love to travel virtually through people like you.) Thanks so much for your visit and these encouraging words. Hugs right back. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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    1. Hi Jacquie. Rob’s art is adding so much to this story for me. I really appreciate the images — he uses such a complex (to me) labor intensive process.
      LOL, that distrust is the heart of the mystery. Thanks very much for visiting. You’re the bee’s knees!

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