2 or 3 things I know about her

The Western Girls, so called because one year they all came as Annie Oakley (these are a group of negro female impersonaters headed by "Corinne the Queen"), are perhaps the gayest of all. In evening gowns and wigs they try to outdo the real girls. The ones who top their faces with golden-blonde and flaming red wigs are the funnniest. As for Corinne, she always maintains her regal bearing, explaining, "I'm a real queen, and don't nobody never forget it!" The other girls aren't the least bit jelous, either, but love Corrine dearly because "shes's such a gay cat," and Corinne has genuine claims to majesty. In 1931 she was Queen of the Zulus! That year the King said he was disgusted with women, so he selected Corinne to reign as his mate over all of the Negro Mardi Gras!

"I knew a lady, name was Peggy Bry, she used to live at 213 Basin Street. Well, anyhow, Miss Bry gave ball for the bitches in the downtown district at the Entertainer's cafe, and she said she didn't want no uptown whores there. All them gals was dressed to kill in silks and satins, and they had all their mens dressed up too, that was goin' to be some ball. We heard about it long before. So, we figures and figures how we could go and show them whores up with our frocks. I told all my friends to get their clothes ready and to dress up their mens, 'cause we was goin' to that ball."

"Everybody got to gettin' ready buyin' up some clothes, Sam Bonart was askin' the mens what was the matter, and Canal street was lookin' up at us niggers like we was the moon. We was ready, I'm tellin' you. I figures and figures, so, I figures what we would do. I got hold of a Captain, the baddest dick on the force, and I tells him what was what, I tells him a white whore is givin' a ball for niggers and didn't want us to come. He says, 'is it a public hall?' And I says it is. He tells us to get ready to do our stuff and go to that ball. You see, the Captain knows we is in a war with them downtown bitches, me, I figures he was kiddin', so I went to him and told him if he'd come downtown with us I'd give him a hundred dollars. He says, sure he would."

After knocking out several numbers, the entire band filed into a
saloon for drink, and when they came out everybody started kicking
'em up. The dance grew more violent. Women lowered their posteriors
to the ground, shaking them wildly as they rose and fell, rolled
their stomachs, vibrated their breasts. A crowd of babydolls came
along, all dressed up in tight, scanty trunks, silk blouses and
poke bonnets with ribbons tied under dusky chins, false curls
framed faces that were heavily powdered and rouged over black and
chocolate skins, the costumes were of every color in the rainbow
and some that are not, they joined the crowd, dancing and shaking
themselves.

"Sure they call me babydoll," said one of them, who was over six
feet tall and weighed more than two hundred pounds, "That's my
name. I'm a babydoll today and every day. I've been a babydoll for
twenty years, since I always dressed like a babydoll on Mardi grads
the other girls said they would dress like me; they would wear
tight skirts and bloomers and a rimmed hat, they always say you do
more business on Mardi Gras than any other day so I had a hard time
making them gals close up and hit the streets. See, men have fun on
carnival, they come into the houses masked and want everything and
will do anything, they say, "I'm masker, fix me up." Well, them
gals had some time on Mardi Gras, having their kicks. The way we
used to kick 'em up that day was damn shame, some of the gals
didn't wear much clothes and used to show themselves out loud,
fellows used to run 'em down with dollar bills in their hands, and
you didn't catch none of them gals refusing dollar bills. That's
why all the women back perdido street wanted to be babydolls."