Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 80, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 August 1930 — Page 9

AUG. 12, 1930.

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BEGIN HERE TODVY DAN RORIMER. Hollywood scenario writer and lormer New York newsaper man. meet* ANNE WINTER, who has come Jrom Tulsa. Okla.. to seek extra work. He takes a deep interest In her. Dan I* with Continental Pictures. Anne Is lust a beginner. ...... Anne gets extra work at Grand United Btudtos. Bhe rocs to live with two other extras. MONA MORRISON and EVA HARI.EY. The latter is a bitter Individual. possibly because of her falnne ♦ o set much work, and from her Dan learns a lot about the problems ol the vast army of extras. ... GARRY BLOAN, famous director, has noticed Anne Winter. He Rives her a •bit'' in a picture. Dan. not liklnK Sloan, although he has not * ct ijaUyinet him i* a bit apprehensive. The cast lug director at. Grand UnUe< L C i, rhlnce up and tells her there mav be a chance for in a music?l comcdv picture. H and Director' FRED HURLEY get her to dance for them. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTEEN *• |UST a simple little routine now'. J Miss Winter— anything at all.” Hurley said. He swung around on the piano stool so he could watch her. but his fingers were very busy on the keys and he beat time softly with his loot and his head w'ent up and down in smiling accompaniment. Tlie piano sounded strangely there in the shadows, a small, stringed voice in a vast emptiness, urging her on to unfamiliar steps. But Hurley's grin was friendly and encouraging, and Harvey Bell sprawled cheerfully in a chair and smoked a cigar, and there was that in his attitude which conveyed the feeling that the proceeding was not at all strange. One looked at him and took heart. And presently Ann began to dance. Lightly and easily- Simple steps, for all the gymnastic tap-tap--tapping of feet and rapidity of movement.

Approval lighted Director Hurley’s eyes as he nodded. He switched to a waltz tune, watched her keenly as she adapted herself immediately to the new rhythm. Once or twice the girl fumbled Uncertainly in the unfamiliar routine. but there was no awkwardness in Anne Winter's lithe and graceful j body, and when he came to the end of the tune he got up at once and shook her hand and told her she had done very well. ‘And Mr. Bell,” Hurley said, ‘‘tells me you haven’t taken any lessons since you were a little kid.’’ Anne told him that was so, and he said, “Well, you haven’t anything to worry about. We’ve got an instructor who'll have you dancing like Ann Pennington in a week.’’ More seriously he informed her that he had been more interested in w hat she looked like while dancing than in the actual performance of the steps. “Know what I mean? Some girls have all sorts of technique, but very little natural grace to go with it.” He turned to Bell and told the casting director that one could guess Anne Winter would be a good dancer from the way she walked. nun Bftt.t. nodded and said that was true. “I wonder,” he said, with a smile for Anne, “whether Miss Winter would mind terribly if we asked her to sing a litle.” “Really, Mr. Bell Anne began, but Fred Hurley had seated himself at the piano. With a wave of his arm he commanded Anne to come over beside him, and he began to hum as he played. Anne told Rorimer that evening: “They were wonderful to me, Dan! I didn't dance well—really: I felt as clumsy as—as an elephant.” “Yeah. I imagine so,” said Dan dryly. “I bet you knocked them right out of their seats.” “Don't be silly!*' “I mean it,* he insisted. “What did they say about your singing? Remember what I told you, if you ever got a chance.” Anne laughed. “Oh. I'm all excited, Dan! They liked it. I'm to have a screen test.” ‘ Sa-ay! That's pretty fine! When?” “Day after tomorrow. Rorimer said that, under the circumstances, they certainly ought to celebrate. "How about a dance after the movie?” Anne demurred. “It's too warm, Dan.” “Well, a drive, then, to the beach.” He brought his car to a stop in the parking lot beside the Chinese theater, and Anne said, as th y turned toward the lobby, that a drive certainly sounded more appealing. Sitting beside her in the theater, he watched her, and he kept her in his thoughts, paying scant attention to the story that was unfolding on the screen. Annes eyes shone with a happy, eager light, but otherwise she seemed

calm and cool. Anne, he thought, always seemed that way. The day had been hot—it was the middle of May now —and Anne had been under a strain: but she looked as cool and fresh as though she had stepped out of an electric refrigerator to meet him. His own day had not gone so well; nothing seemed to go well nowadays at Continental, with Martin Collins gone over to the Amalgamated lot and Adamson on the warpath with one of his periodical campaigns for economy. . . . Senseless and trivial. . . . Save a few dollars a month by takirg out a couple of the office telephones . . . waste thousands by spoiling the morale of the organization with his insistence of foolish routine. Rorimer, looking at Anne Winter, watching the little smile playing on her lips, was glad for her sake that she had no Adamson to contend with. A screen test day after tomorrow. ... He was proud of her. ... He thought: “And she did it by herself, too—no pull.”

OF course, there had been a word or two from Garry Sloan, and a word from Sloan went a long way . . . Well, any time a mere extra girl could catch the eye of the great Sloan the girl must have something. “And Anne has,” Rorimer thought, and he laughed a little guiltily as Anne turned her head and confronted him. She said, “Are you looking at the picture or not?” “Yes,” he said, grinning- “It’s great, isn’t it?” “You're incorrigible, Dan Rorimer.” “I’m nothing of the kind,” he whispered. “I’ve been doing nothing but sitting here being proud of you in a big way. You can’t hate me for that, can you?” He thought: “I wonder if I ought to tell her about the row I had with Adamson today? I suppose not; she'd think I was crazy. And maybe I am.” But later that evening he told Paul Collier. He and Collier had been living together for some time now in an apartment off Hollywood boulevard a short distance east of Vine street. First, though, he drove Anne out to Santa Monica, and they sat in the cooling wind that blew off the water and watched the ocean and talked. “Remember the other night we were out here, Anne?” Anne nodded. She said she thought she could remember everything they had talked about that night, even though it was three months ago. “It was an eventful day, Dan—my first day at Grand United, for one thing; and that was the day I met Mona.” “Today was an eventful one, Anne. ... I suppose you’ve never regretted moving in with Mona and Eva, have you?” The look that Anne turned on 1 him held a question. “We’ve been j very happy together. They’ve kept | me from being lonely, and I hate i loneliness. I’m—afraid of it. . . . ! Why do you ask?” Dan said he didn't know exactly. “Unless it’s because I was thinking of Eva. I’m rather sorry for Eva, Anne: she seems so cheerless.” “Not all the time,” Anne corrected, and Dan, looking up at the star- , strewn sky and smoking, said it was his guess that Eva at one time or other must have been badly broken up over a love affair. “because,” he explained, “she's so —oh, I don't know—so defensive when men are around. Paul Collier said the same thing about her. She doesn't have very much use for men, does she?” “Eva likes you.” Anne told him, evasively, and Dan nodded solemnly and admitted that Eva had once told him that. “But I think,” he added, “that Eva had measured me in her mind for some time; weighing me in the balance, you might say.” He laughed. “And why do you suppose?” “Why?” Anne asked. •• r>ECAUSE,” Dan said, “I think D Eye had your interest in mind. In some ways she reminds me of a mother hen; she seems so fiercely protective of Mona, end you. too. I think Eva was trying to make up her mind whether I was the right kind of young man for little Anne Winter to associate with.” Anne laughed. “Now you're being silly again, Dan Rorimer.” “You* don't mean that at all; i there vac absolutely no conviction

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in the way you said it,” he accused her, and Anne made no answer. Dan said, “In a sense, Eva's quite a comfort to me. “I’m a little worried about you myself, and with Eva around to cast a critical eye over the competition, it’s—well, it’s something for my peace of mind.” Anne, snuggling down in her seat and still smiling at him, said: “Can't you ever be serious?” and Dan replied that he was a darned sight more serious than she thought. “All you have to do to find out,” he said, “is to give me a little encouragement,” and he looked away from her and took another cigaret from the package in his pocket. Anne said, with a provocative little laugh: “Yeah?” “Yeah,” he answered. “And I wish you wouldn’t use slang. It's not becoming in a young lady on her way to stardom, and under the present circumstances it’s quite unromantic.”

He thought: “It would serve you right if I kissed you here and now for saying that,” but he remembered with unpleasant vividness, and a certain amount of hurt pride, what had happened on the one occasion that he had tried it; and he knew a stiff-necked determination not to try it again unless the invitation was unmistakable. Eva and Mona were sleeping when Anne got back to the bungalow, but Rorimer, when he returned to his apartment, found Paul Collier seated before his portable typewriter and turning out copy in a cloud of pipe smoke. Collier looked up shortly at Dan’s entrance and turned back to his work. “Come in, son,” he said, “and tell papa all the news.” Dan felt a malicious satisfaction in the knowledge that Collier would be jolted out of his jocular casualness within a brief second. He said, and he began leisurely to remove his coat: “I tore up my contract today, papa. How’s that for news?” (To Be Continued) IMMENSE WATERFALL IS FOUND IN AFRICA Discovery by Briton Rivals Beauty of Victoria Cascade. By Science Service LONDON, Aug. 12.—A series of gorgeous waterfalls never before seen by an European, and practically unknown to natives, has been discovered in South Africa by Farquhar B. Macrae of the northern Rhodesian civil service, and described by him in a report to the Royal Geographic Society. One of the falls is 200 feet in height, thirty-three feet higher than Niagara Falls, and rivals in beauty the famous Victoria falls, which are abotu twenty miles distant. This fall, however, is only one of a series following each other in rapid succession so that the total effect is that of a much greater drop, totaling 334 feet. They are known to the natives as the Chiengkwasi falls and are on tire Chunga river, which empties into the Zambesi. It is on the Zambesi river that the Victoria falls are located.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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