Lucille Esterhazy
/From Paris To London
"Ah, mon ami," said the French bird to the London taxi driver.
"Darling, I'm all yours," said the cabbie, thus giving the lie to the suggestion that his fraternity are inclined to be a bit boorish.
“I am to go to Bayswater,” she said.
“Jump in, doll,” said the cabbie.
“First,” said LUCILLE ESTERHAZY, who had come over from Paris to live in London, "here is my big bag and my small bag, also my portmanteau please to put them in the taxi for me.' The cabbie nearly did his coconut at this, but Lucille with her green eyes and her French mini took him out of his turmoil with the sweetest smile, and off they went to Bayswater with the taxi piled like a pantechnicon. And when he was unloading his cab, he ventured a chivalrous proposition.
“Like me to show you the town one night, Fifi?”
“How gallant,” said Lucille, “but I am not Fifi, I am incognito.”
“Incog who?”
“It means I remain not at home to strange men,” said Lucille.
“I'm not strange, I'm Harry,” said the enthusiastic cabbie.
‘So? Ah, we have met only to part,” said Lucille. “Au revoir, Arry.” “So long, doll,” said Harry, who knew when to remain inscrutable. Still, she did wave him goodbye.
Lucille works as a receptionist in London and is having a lovely time, thank you.
Span No 200 - April 1971