Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 192, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 December 1929 — Page 13

DEC. 21, 1929.

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SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bordini, famous movie star, returns to the little town in which she had grown tip. Howell Sheffield is filled with dissatisfaction. Howell's father, an overworked country doctor, dies of pneumonia, leaving his family practically nothing. Howell, against the wishes of his mother, decides to leave medical school and go to Hollywood. On the train an older woman, who calls herself "Lambie.'' offers him her friendship. Howell gets a room and meets Sally Osbourne who does not think much of his ambition to be a movie actor. He tries to get work as an extra, but fails. One director refuses to help him and advises him to go hack to medical school. Howell, disillusioned. walks home with the friendly waitress of a candy shop. Next morning Sally Osbourne warns him what Hollywood will do to him. Desperate and alrvist penniless. Howell is starving himself, but his determination to get into the movies does not falter. At last he gets a job as an extra In a cafeteria scene. But the job lasts only a day or so. He turns again to Madalyn. the candy shop waitress, for sympathy. He yields to her physical lure and afterwards hates himself, because he knows that he does not love he l- . One night Larnbie. in an expensive car, picks him up and takes him to her luxurious home. She promises to help him. Shortly after he reaches his room, flilly Osbourne comes in frightened end tells him someone has been following her. Howell walks home with her. He realizes that she means more to him than any other girl he has met but she Is contemptuous of his ambition to get Into the movies and this angers him. Howell keeps an appointment with "Lamble." Through h"r he gets a letter from Carleton Merde. the "producer. But the price of her help is a kiss which leaves n!m cold. CHAPTER SIXTEEN (Continued) Like a flash her tactics changed. “Li:t?n, heney, I didn't mean I wanted anybody else. I don’t. But gee, if you can't see me this Sunday it’ll be a whole month.” He finished his coffee and picked Up his check. ”1 can see you at night, can’t I?” ■•Yes. but I wanted to go to the beach.” “Well. If I can break this other engagement I will. I’ll tell you later.” b a a HE hurried out, uncomfortably conscious of her reproachful eyes. He was unfamiliar with the evasions and excuses other men deal in so readily. His engagements with the opposite sex had been limited to more or less formal affairs in which he had been permitted to take the initiative. It embarrassed and alarmed him to find the situation reversed. His diffident, athletic attractions seemed niore deadly in Hollywood than they had at the university. Was it a difference in the type of woman he met? Or was he himself changing? And did it matter? Did anything matter save the all J important fact that now at last he was registered at General Casting? He wrote his mother and Eunice enthusiastically and fondly, wondering a little guiltily what Eunice would think if she could have heard 1 the conversation in the candy shop. Perhaps she suspected something. Her letters had been none too cordial lately. The last one mentioned a ’’date" with the cashier of the Farmers bank. ‘ Such a nice young man.” she wrote. “Father says he’s the kind who will make his mark in the wer’d.” She added, rather lamely, “Os course. Howell, you know I could never care for any one but you.” In comparison with Madalyn and Sally. Eunice seemed colorless. "I'm practically engaged to her,” he rem nded himself. The thought left him cold. He yas beginning to w onder if he hadn't been much too hasty in the bestowal of his youthful affections. Three days later, at 5 o’clock in the afternoon, he was called to the telephone. "Central Casting, Howell, working tomorrow ?” Gratefully he responded to the informality of that hurried, unseen voice. “I want to work, of course!” "Be at the E. C. B. studio. 9 o;clock, rain or shine. Mr. Midwood directing." "What kind of clothes shall I werr?" Winter street clothes. Howell W-i-n-t-e-r! Get it? Bye, bye!” He turned from the telsphcn? in Mrs. Benton's hall to see Sally entering the door. “Howell, what's happened? Have you had a call?" • Right back where you sent me a visitor," he said with exulta-

tion in his voice. ‘‘Think of it, Sally! My very first call. I bet they're doing another collegiate picture.” Little points of light began to flicker in her golden eyes, but her voice was very kind. "I’m awfully glad for you, Howell I wish you all kinds of luck.” "Thanks.” Gee, I'd like to celebrate. Let's be reckless and take in a show.” a a m IT was the first time he had asked her to go any place with him, but she refused. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’ve another engagement.” The fellow" on the paper, darn it! Well, he was too excited to stay at home. Why not call Larnbie? He had promised to see her some time this week, and it was Friday night. As Sally ran upstairs Howell lifted the telephone and repeated the number of Mrs. Granville Matthew's’ hotel. She would, it seemed be delighted to see him. She urged him to “come at 7:30 and have dinner with me, How'ell. I’ve been so lonely.” He dressed in his "tux” and they dined in the Cocoanut Grove. The table was decorated with a huge tarlatan-clad doll. Larnbie pressed her face against it and looked older than ever. "Dance with me, Howell. I want to Out on the darkened flgor. with hundreds of toy baboons drooped from the ceiling, floating about them, they danced. Exhilarated by the knowledge that tomorrow he w'ould be appearing in motion pictures, Howell scarely noticed when "Lambie’s” arm tightened about his neck. The imported, exotic fragrance of her hair did not affect him. “You’re a naughty, old iceberg," “Larnbie” w'hispered. He laughed and with sudden boyish roughnnes almost swept her from her feet. "Faster! Let’s dance faster!” He dropped her hand to snatch at a red balloon. It burst in his fingers. ‘Larnbie” seemed to be annoyed. “Let’s stop. Our dinner will be getting cold.” As he sat opposite her. humming the music, laughing unaffectedly and heartily, "Larnbie” asked, “Are you really as innocent as you seem? Or is it a line?” “Innocent?” He frowned at her choice of words. “ I’m going out and commit a murder if you say anything more like that.”. “Perhaps I’d like you better i* you did,” she insisted. an a WHAT was the matter with her any way? Women were never satisfied. They didn’t know the meaning of the word, “comradeship.” For a moment the old burning longing for the satisfactory oomDanionship of his own sex assailed him. Then he remembered how kind "Lambie” had been and decided to be more gallant, If it hadn’t been for her he wouldn't be starting his career tomorrow. He would probably at this very instant be standing over Mrs. Benton’s oil stove heating a can of beans. Beans! The thought of them made him shudder. But when he suggested that they dance again “Larnbie” refused. It was hard to sit with such tantalizing music singing along one’s .nerves ... To watch other couples with flushed faces and excited, happy eyes, dancing together. Howell noticed many girls with men old enough to be their fathers, but no other young men with an older woman. There were two couples which fascinated him. A girl in pink chiffon. tight bodice, long skirt and tiny sliver slippers. Blond and young and sweetly, superbly beautiful, she danced with little fluttering steps like the steps of a dove. Her partner was as young and blond as she and lithely, slenderly graceful. The other couples were Spanish types. The girl haughty, pale-faced, with eyes and hair. She, too. was young,* not more than 17. and her figure was slender but richly curved. In spite of her white gown she was alluringly sophisticated. The man was older than she. Passionate and cruel looking. Their dancing

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was professional, a shade too perfect. Tearing his gaze away from them, Howell found "Lambie” staring at him coldly. "I beg your pardon. Did you say something?” "I suggested that it was time for us to go.” Later in her car she leaned against him, whispering, “Do you know why I wanted to get away? Because you were wishing I was young and beautiful.” “I like you just as you are,” he insisted. “Lambie” sighed and pressed his knee and Howell hated himself. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THERE is a thrill in the very atmosphere of Hollywood around !> o’clock in the morning. People with makeup boxes and faces weirdly yellow in the light of day, speeding in automobiles, waiting for busses, transferring from street cars, give a flippant, dramatic note to the ordinary drab-colored procession of city workers. There is an air of excitement outside the studios—a feeling of importance in the humblest of those admitted, which is comparable to no other procession in the world. Howell, hurrying with the others, passing through the gate, murmuring his name and receiving his half of a check, felt the lure of it warming his blood. He recognized several of the extras. “Dimples,” as everyone called him, and the fat girl with whom he had been flirting. He was ignoring her today. He leaned against the frent of a building and showed his dimples with obviously more effort than upon that former occasion. Howell rather hoped he would remember him, but his effort at conversation was not encouraged The types were different this time More youthful! No one seemed to know much about it, but the scene was a section of a college stadium before and after a football game. A scene so familiar to Howell Sheffield that his heart pounded as he saw the members of the football team parading about the field. Gee, he was lucky! This was the kind of thing he knew all about. An assistant director, with a tired, harassed countenance and disheveled hair, approached the group of extras. “What kind of clothes were you told to wear?” “Winter street clothes, Mr. Merwin.” “Well, about half of you go to the wardrobe and get a costume. You Dimples—and you, big boy!” Howell followed the languid Dimples across the street and up the stairs to the wardrob. Now was his chance. He knew all about football If he could get into one of those suits. He stood at the end of the line and watched. (To Be Continued)

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