Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 182, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 December 1929 — Page 12

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OUT OUR WAY

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• SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bordlni. famous movie star, returns to the little town in which she hud crown 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 father, 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 herself “I,amble" and offers him friendship. In Hollywood. Howell finds himself a room and goes to the Since Studio, where he is offered a course for movie actors. CHAPTER SIX (Continued > Beaming over her glass of milk, she seemed as wholesome as she was colorful, but she was repeating her quetion. "Aren’t you going to tell me the deep, dark secret of your life?” “Os course! But you must know it already. Isn’t there only one reason m anyone coming to Hollywood?” “You mean the movies? ' He nodded, surprised at the look of disappointment which swept her lace. “Oh, I'm sorry! I had hoped for something better than that from you.” “What do you mean? What could be better?” “You don't look that type at all." she continued, dejectedly. "Why did you have to dash my girlish hopes. Why couldn't you have been an honest-to-God man?” The bluntness of her words hurt, but when he looked at her he was amazed to see her eyes swimming in tears. "You can’t be serious,” Miss Osbourne!” “I certainly am. If you knew as much about these would-be movie actors as I do . . It was the most astounding conversation Howell had ever had. The flattery of her implication as well as the hint of tears moved him profoundly. He said, seriously. "You don't' mean to imply that there aren’t any real men engaged in the picture business?” “It doesn't matter what I meant,” .she retorted. "Go ahead. Tell me how you're going to break in. I giippose you've a friend vlio has a ttiend wno's a director ...” If "Not at all." he surprised her by R-ying. “I’ve been accepted as a upil at Mr. Richard Bince's fcchool.” 1 The sound of her laughter rang /trough the room. You don’t mean it?” it a a * PEOPLE from other tables we-e looking at them, smiling in sympathy with Sally's infectious mir+'i. Howell stiffened and replied. "Certainly. I haven't signed up yet. but I intend to do so this afternoon.” “Now listen. Howell—you don’t mind if I call you that, do you 9 Christian names are an unknown quantity in Hollywood. I'm going to give you a word of advice. But let's go out on the porch, where we can talk without being overheard.” He didn't like her nearly as well as he had thought he would, but he followed her through the dining room to tlie sunny front porch. “You mustn't let any one inveigle you into any sort of a school.” Sally said, seriously. They're utterly unscrupulous and flourish on just such babes from the east as you. No legitimate director in Hollywood recognizes a graduate from any of them. . "If you don’t believe me. ask over at the Central casting office. They can't and won’t do a thing for you. but take your money.” “But this one is run for the benefit of tire studios. To develop talent! Mr. Bince himself is the di-rector-in-chief.” “My dear child. Mr. Bince and his school have been exposed twice in motion picture magazine. No one on the inside would fall for that bunk. It's only people like you .... You mustn’t go back. Really, Howell, ask anyone!” He trusted her absolutely but his confidence did not made the distasteful morsel any easier to swallow. v *Tm very grateful to you for teilieg me, but-X-can’t understand how

l if they really are so unscrupulous I they can continue to operate.” a it a "HpHEY’RE clever enough to evade A the law. That’s the answer. Tire contract they would insist on your signing before you became a pupil protects them* "After all, it isn’t their fault if after you've spent your money, you can’t secure work. I’ll give you a copy of one of the stories about them if I can find it. Meanwhile, try other tactics if you really are determined to become a motion picture star.” She ran clown the steps, flinging her snrHe like a word of farewell behind her. But he was absurdly, childishly hurt. If they really were unreliable, as no doubt they were, he was glad he hadn’t wasted any of his money. But he wished someone else—any one else but Sally Osbourne had warned him. He disliked her attitude towards his chosen profession and her laughter ringing through the dining room had annoyed and embarrassed him. Obviously, she considered him an inexperienced boy, she would have to take him under her wing. Staring down the street after her jaunty little figure, he reminded himself for the second time that his interest was in motion pictures, not women. There was no place in his present scheme of things for even the most attractive of red-haired companions. “I shall be civil to her,” he decided. "but not too cordial.” The precaution, however, was unnecessary,' for that night when he saw her she passed him with only a cool, little nod and none of her former friendliness. CHAPTER SEVEN HOWELL walked up Sunset, tearing a card into infinitesimal bits. It was the card reminding him of his appointment with the X. Y. Z. studio, and although he had no intention of keeping it, a fury of disappointed resentment was sweeping Iris heart. Everything had seemed so simple! Everyone had been so kind! Until Sally warned him. He hated being forced to recognize trickery behind what had seemed to him friendly interest. He was not accustomed to duplicity. The words Mr. Bince's "yes-man” had uttered the day before came back to hurt. The chap haA been laughing at him. Had taken him for "just another sucker” from "back east.” Howell straightened his broad shoulders and strode like an offended giant across the street. Damn Hollywood! He’d show them before he was through. They couldn't put anything over on him. Walking in the sun restored his sense of humor. It was a good joke and he'd been lucky to learn the truth before it was too late. After all. no harm had been done except to his own self-esteem. Except for a couple of days he was back where he'd started, and with the addition of having found a good place to live. Suddenly his heart jumped to his throat. Belcrc him was one of the studios of which the oil station attendant had spoken. He would stop and ask for work. Boldly he walked into the office, where several people were waiting. Approached the uniformed man at I the desk and inquired, “Will you please tell me where one inquires for work? "Casting office.” the other replied so shortly thai Howell had not courage enough to ask where this might be. He went outside again and wandered about until he saw a sign on a place like a cashier's cage, marked “Casting Office.” It was almost 10 o’clock and there were only two other people waiting. "Nothing doing today,” was the answer to each in turn. One of the women, who was mid-dle-aged and Jewish, cried. "That's lie. and you know it. Bruno's using over two hundred people. I was chi that set myself last week.” "Nothing doing was what I said." the man in the cage repeated, wearily. "There’s too damn much favoritism here; that’s what you meatV’

—By William^

she insisted, angrily. “I don’t' expect you to give me work this morning. My calls come through Central Casting, but why don’t I get more of them? That’s what I want to know.” “Why not ask Central Casting, Mrs. Levine?” "I will,” she promised. “I’m going up there right now. More than half the people on that set with me last week have been recalled. Just because I’m decent and go home to my husband ...” • "Oh, tell it to Will Hays,” the other retorted. "Next!” “Nothing doing today!” To Howell, dismissed without a glance, there was nothing left but to walk away. He followed the Jewish woman to the end of the block, amused at her violence. nan THERE was no use becoming discouraged. He hadn't expected to succeed the first time he asked. But why hadn't he left his name and address so they could call him? The brusqueness of the man in the office had confused him. Next time he’d be more businesslike. But the next .time he was informed, with cutting directness, that they did not take names or addresses. After the fourth refusal he went to lunch, telling himself this was all a part of the game. It was not until three days later—three days of bus rides to Culver City Universal and First National studios, that he was told he couldn’t expect any work unless he was registered at Central Casting. "Central Casting? Where’s that?” "Good God.” his informant replied. "Are you trying to get into the movies and don’t know? It's in the Guaranty Building, 3701 Hollywood.” Here at last was something definite to do. Howell wondered why no one had told him sooner. Why couldn’t Sally have told him? Or any one of the different casting offices where he had applied for work? Retracing his steps he returned to the boulevard, reaching the Guaranty Building shortly before noon. He found “219” crowded with women. “This is ladies’ day.” the man at the desk shouted before he was fairly inside. “Come back tomorrow. young fellow.” Blushing idiotically Howell retraced his steps to the elevator and down into the sunny street. Waiting until tomorrow seemed impossible, but there was nothing else to do and as he dared not spend any money unnecessarily, he decided to return to Mrs. Benton's. Life there had not proved so exciting as he had hoped. No one paid any attention to him beyond an occasional greeting, and he had been there almost a week. (To F>e Continued) -V

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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.DEC. 10, 1929

—By Ahern

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