Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 180, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 December 1929 — Page 11

DEC. 7, 1929.

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SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bordini, famous movie star, returns to the little town In which she had grown up. Howell Sheffield Is filled with dissatisfaction. He is studying medicine, preparing to follow the steps of his father, a hard working doctor. Howell’s fifthcr, tired and overworked, dies of pneumonia. Howell, bitter and rebellious against such sacrifice. decides to leave medical school and go to Hollywood, there to win quick wealth in the movie game. On the train he meets an older woman, who calls h< rself "Lambie" and offers him friendship. CHAPTER FOUR (Continued) Next morning at breakfast he met her bantering smile with a curt, little nod. He told himself he was in search of romance via the movies, not women. And he didn’t care what she thought of him because he never would see her again. Which shows how little Howell realized the potentialities of himself, Lambie or Hollywood. CHAPTER FIVE BEFORE the train reached Los Angeles, Howell bought a morning paper and turned, anxiously, through its pages, hunting “ads” offering “room and board.” He ad no intention of squandering much money in a hotel, and he told himself he wouldn’t be “proud.” Time enough as he succeeded to add frills and luxuries. He would begin humbly. Not being familiar with the streets it was difficult to tell anything about the listed rooms. He didn't even know which addresses were in Hollywood. But in folding up the paper his eye was caught by an advertisement of a different, sort, which he read ever, thoughtfully, and with a wave of gratitude, clipped out and put into his pocket. “Hollywood motion picture studio now is offering a free screen test Without any cost or obligation, under the personal supervision of Mr. Richard Bince. noted motion picture director. Bring or mail this advertisement now to Mr. Richard Bince. director-in-chief. The Motion Picture Schools. Inc., Hollywood.” What luck! What perfectly amazing luck for a boy seeking to break into motion pictures. Reared on such maxims as “Let no grass grow under your feet,” “The early bird catches the worm,” etc., Howell registered at a downtown hotel dressed in a freshly pressed suit and took a car to the address given in the advertisement. “Richard Bince!” Who would not have recognized that name? Sidney Bince had been before his death one of the most famous directors ir the cinema world, famous even so far away as Fairfax, Mo. This ether Bince was a relative, brother, perhaps, who was pursuing his work Directed by a kindly conductor. Howell left the car and walked several blocks through a sunlight which dazzled him. “So this was Hollywood!” Air. which made one dizzy, reflections on painted stucco, palm trees and flower-filled yards, apartment houses, hotels, oil stations, almost every conceivable type of building was passed during that short walk from Hollywood boulevard to Sunset. n tt tt lONG before he reached his destina ion. he saw the sign. “X. Y. Z. Studio," and in front near the door, in much smaller letters, “Motion Picture Schools. Inc.” He opened the sacred portals and was almost blinded by the dimness of the room into which he was precipitated, a large room, comfortably furnished with davenoorts and chairs, all of which were filled. In the corner an exquisitely beautiful girl manipulated the plugs ■ of a telephone exchange and between calls lifted velvety eyes 4o Inquire, “Name, please!” “I should like to talk with Mr Bince,” replied Howell. “Mr. Bince is on location this afternoon. Do you wish to make arrangements for the free screen test?” Howell admitted that he did. “I’ll take your application. What is the name?” “I should like to ask a question or two first if you don’t mind.” “All I can do is take your application for the free screen test,” she repeated, mechanically. “Afterwards

if the test is successful you will be given an interview with one of our directors. What is the name, please?” Howell told her and was rewarded by the information that if he would wait forty-five minutes he might have his test. He would have waited longer than that. He was fascinted by the various signs of studio activity. Men in sweaters and knickers, with an informal air of authority, swaggered in and out. A boy hurried through with a roll of films. There were many inquiries for Mr. Bince, and another director, who was, it seemed, “over on Stage 7.” At first Howell was too interested in the general atmosphere of the place to notice the other applicants, but as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he saw that most of them wore a pinkish-yellow makeup, evidently a liquid, crudely applied, with dark shadows around their eyes and heavily beaded eyei lashes. Once more Howell rose and approached the girl at the desk. “I say, I haven’t any makeup. Will that be necessary?” She flashed him a glance which seemed almost scornful. “You won’t need any. The test is taken to see whether you have screen intelligence or not. It doesn't matter about the makeup.” He resumed his seat, frankly studying his companions. There were two young, rather pretty, girls wita laughing mouths, wise eyes and tall, well-developed figures. They powdered creamy noses, reddened ruby l.ps and giggled incessantly. But there was a vitality about them which fascinated Howell. When they walked across the room it was as if they were treading on the air. They looked as if life were one glorious adventure, or series of adventures. . And when they lifted weighted eyelashes from the cheeks and smiled Howell felt a response he had never been abl to give the girls at school. e a a THERE was another really nice looking girl, with expensive slothes and a brand new husband. They confessed to being “honeymooners” from the east and thought they would take the test “just for fun.” She added, “One never knows, of course. They say they’re always looking for certain types The final, upward lilt of her voice led to suppose that in that case they would both be accepted. There would be lengthy telegrams, perhaps a hurried trip east, then Mr. and Mrs. William Stanton Henderson would become permanent residents of Hollywood. Howell wished them luck. He hoped there would be plenty of opportunities for every one, although he couldn't observe much “intelligence ” of any kind displayed in the remainder of the assortment waiting. Not a flicker of expression in a single face. Not a sign of anything but ignorance and dumbness. If these others were typical of these who haunted the studios looking for work, certainly there was a chance for Howell. For any one, indeed, with only an average intellectual equipment. He had supposed the tests were to be made separately. But suddenly the doors into the central room opened and a director, blonde, boared, and disdainful, cried, “Come in here. All of yod, please.” With no attempt at grouping he asked the girls to sit on the davenport with the men standing behind them. “This test is taken for the purpose of finding out if you have screen intelligence,” he said, wearily. “It is necessary for you to do exactly as I say. Lower your eyes when the lights come on. “When I say the word, look directly at me, then slowly turn your heads to the right, eyes over the left shoulder. Lights! Look at me! Camera! Slowly move your heads—eyes to the right. Cut. Same thing to the left now. “Lights! Camera! Cut! Now, look angry. Angry as you possibly

—By Williams

can just with your eyes, then slowly break into a broad smile.” The nice-looking girl from the east laughed, hysterically. Howell blinked and smiled, almost blinded by the intense glare. Never afterwards in any movie studio was he to face lights of such power as he confronted that day. “All right,” said the director. “That’s all for today. Thank you very much.” He disappeared before Howell had a chance to ask any of the questions he had been saving for him. But as they filed out, feeling selfconscious and ridiculous, the girl at the desk handed each of them a little card. Howell’s said, “Mr. Sheffield, your appointment with the X Y Z studio is for Jan. 7, 1928, at 2 o’clock.” The very next afternoon. He wouldn't have long to wait. He returned to his hotel, dined in a nearby cafeteria and went early to bed, congratulating himself on having accomplished so much more than he had expected. a * tt NEXT day he had lunch at Paulais’ and strolled for an hour on a boulevard which he felt could never grow tiresome. He saw actors and actresses in costume, with bright superior airs of disdain for hungry unlookers. A picture was being taken in front of the Guaranty building and the crowd became so thick that a policeman had to keep them back. He saw Peter, the Hermit, strolling, barefoot, with his two dogs. Many times afterward he was to see these same sights. He came to know the boulevard characters as well as he did those on Main street back home. But never were they touched with quite so much romance as on that first day. The hair on Peter’s bare bead glistened like a saint’s. Not white but silver. ... At 22 minutes of 2 he was back at the “Studio.” At 2 o’clock he was being ushered down a corridor into a little room, where he was introduced to “Mr. Marsh, one of our assistant directors.” Howell was disappointed. “I understood my interview was to be with Mr. Bince,” he said. “Mr. Rince is a very busy man. Mr. Sheffield,” the swarthy browed gentleman confronting him, replied. “I’m Mr. Bince’s yes man, however, and he has asked me to interview you. Mr. Bince is much interested in your screen test.” Howell took the seat indicated and waited with a wildly beating heart. “You understand that it is absolutely necessary for us to know all about prospective candidates for this school,” the other continued. “And, of course, you realize that this is a school." “Well, no, I didn’t, exactly.” Be Continued)*

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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Twenty naked, black warriors, waving war spears above their heads, shouted farewell to their king as he departed on the “great canoe.” And Tarzan, waving good-by, said to his wife: “I should hate to think that I am looking upon the jungle for the last time, dear, were it not that I know I am going to anew world of happiness with you forever.”

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan of the Apes Did Not Know That Already a Plot Was Being Hatched Against Him. Because of It He Again Went to His Beloved Jungle. Watch for the New Pic-ture-Story: THE BEASTS OF TARZAN STARTING MONDAY IN THE TIMES

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