Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 82, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 August 1930 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN RORIMER. Hollywood scenario writer and former New York newspaper man. meets ANNE WINTER, who has come from Tulsa. Okla.. to seek extra work. Dan Is with Continental Pictures, and npt very satisfied with what he Is doing. Anne gets extra work at Grand United studios. She goes to live with two other 'xtras. MONA MORRISON and EVA GARY ' SLOAN, famous director, has noticed Anna Winter. He gives her a •'bit* 'in a picture. Dan. not liking Sloan, although he has not actually met him. is a bit apprehensive. The casting director at Grand United calls Anne up and tells her there may be a chance for her in a musical comedy picture. He and director FRED HURLEY get her to dance and sing for them, and Hurley promises he ra screen test. Anne elatedly tells this to Rorlmer. who is more discontented than ever at Continental. Rorlmer. who is living with PAUL COLLIER. Who writes a daily movie column for a string of newspapers, tells Collier that he has torn up his contract with Continental. And he tells him about Anne's forthcoming screen test, and Collier has news about Garry Boan. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN WHAT about Garry Sloan?” Rorimer asked. "I understand his wile got her divorce.” Collier lit a cigaret, blew smoke toward the ceiling. “I just heard it today.” Dan. reclining in his chair with his arms folded and his eyes half shut, wanted to know, without looking at Collier, what Sloan was going to do now. "Marry Sylvia Patterson?” Paul shrugged. "Search me." Dan said, thoughtfully: "What kind of a bird is this Sloan, anyway? You know him, don't you?” "Sure, I know him. He’s a swell director, all right; he also has a knack of keeping his name in the papers.” "Johnny Riddle said he had a swell head.” Paul Collier said. Hesitantly, that he supposed that was true. “Only he's not a snob. Dan. It’s just that he's got a great opinion of himself. The man's an artist —and no getting away from it And he’s got all the temperament that goes with it. "Sloan thinks that without a doubt he's the greatest director in the business and I’m not so sure that he isn’t. "Riddle said he was a Narcissan.” Dan spoke with some contempt and Collier laughed. “Well, he does admire himself plenty,” Paul said, "but why so soc"? You don’t know him, do you?” "No, but I’ve seen him, and he gives me a pain.” "Yeah? But the women go for him, my boy.” "I suppose so,” Dan said, getting to hia feet. "I’m going to bed” Collier watched him go to his room. He sat where he was for some minutes, smoking thoughtfully until Dan’s voice demanded to know if he was going to sit up all night. And then Paul went to bed. K * M DURING the next few days Dan saw Adamson only once. Then it was in the hallway outside of Rorimer’s office, and Adamson, who was walking past with Gregg, the head of- the scenario department, nodded shortly and unsmilingly and went on. The studio manager was dark and heavy and abrupt, and Dan never had seen him w ithout a cigar in his mouth, save at luncheon. Rorimer felt a little foolish, remembering his tempestuous outbreak in Adamson’s office. Adamson and Gregg, he thought resentorobably were discussing him now. Well, Gregg would be an ally. Gregg was all right. That afternoon Gregg came to see him in his office. He said without preliminary: *T understand you flew off the handle the other day. What’s the matter?” Pl-nty. Dan assured him, and Gregg gav* him a patient smile. Dan wondered how often Gregg's patience neared the breaking point, having Adamson forever to contend with. "You don’t want to act like that, Rorimer. Take it easy. Your stuff’s good. I'm not kicking, am I?” Dan shook his head, and Gregg, sitting down on the edge of his desk, gave him a friendly lecture. At the end of it he put his hand on Dan’s shoulder and told him he would do what he could to make things more pleasant "By the way, you weren't thinking of trying to go over to some other outfit, were you?" Rorlmer thought: “Adamson's trying to And that out” He said, "As long as X*m undo: contract here it's entirety up to Continental how long I stay." Gregg smiled a little sheepishly and departed Sometime later there was % telephone call from Martin Collins. The director told Dan he was giv-

ing a housewarming in his new home in Beverly Hills. "And you’re invited. Bring your own girl, or try to grab one off at the party; suits me either way. ... How’s things at Continental?” "Not so hot,” Dan said. "You'd better come over to a real studio and go to work- They’re actually human over here. How is ‘Grim Holiday’ doing? I beg your pardon—‘Passion’s Price.’ “You might tell Adamson that we’ve got a lot of old worn-out titles over here that he might use when he runs out of those original ideas of his.” Collins was laughing, but his voice held an edge of sarcasm. Dan smiled, recalling Collins’ version of his farewell session with Adamson, and said that the picture was doing fairly well. "But it’s not breaking any box-office records that I’ve heard of.” "No?” Well, see you Saturday night. About nine or so. ’ Dan hung up. He would ask Anne to go with him. Anne would enjoy meeting Collins, and it wouldn’t do her any harm either. nun THAT evening he called her, but Mona, who answered the telephone, told him Anne was not in. “She’s busy this evening,” Mona informed him, and she added that Anne had tried to reach him to tell him that her screen test had turned out successfully. "She's going to start rehearsals right away, Dan. They have to learn a lot of dance steps.” “Gee, that’s fine!” Dan murmured. Mena chattered on, singing Anne Winter’s praises, but Dan only half heard . . . Anne was busy.” That meant, of course, in the language of these girls, that she had an engagement for the evening. Why didn’t Mona tell him what she was doing, where she had gone, and with whom? Mona knew, of course, but Mona wouldn't tell him —not unless he came out pointblank and asked her. He thought: “Why in thunder are girls like that, anyhow?” There was nothing more that he cared to say over the telephone, and yet he felt a curious reluctance to hang up and cut himself off from possible further information about Anne Winter. He heard Paul Collier whistling in his shower bath, heard him gasp and cry out as he turned on the cold water. Rorimer smiled grimly and asked Mona if she and Eva were busy that evening. Mona said no, and he asked her if they wouldn’t like to go out some place. Mona said, "Sure; that’s a swell idea.” Dan threw open the bathroom door and Collier, who was busy with a bath towel, gave him an inquiring look. "Ain’t there no privacy around this joint?” he demanded, and Dan told him to shut up. “You’ve got a date this evening,” he announced. "Oh. yeah? What are you, anyway—my social secretary?” "We’re taking Eva and Mona out. Hurry up and clear out of here.” "What's the matter?” Collier grinned. "Was Anne dated up? Better watch your step, my boy. Competition’s pretty stiff in this town.” "That’s the way I like it,” said Rorimer. "Yes you do!” Collier rubbed his chin. "Now Ive got to shave again.” he complained. They went that evening for a drive that ended at a little roadhouse where strange-sounding Russian dishes were served by waiters in picturesque Russian costumes, and a balalaika orchestra furnished slow and plaintive music. Only one of their tunes was a dance number, and that was a waltz. “Who suggested this place, anyhow?” Rorimer wanted to know. “Was it you. Mona?” "Don’t look at me like that,” Mona said. "It wasn’t me.” Nobody, it turned out, was willing to take the blame. None of them had been there before; it had looked picturesque as they drove past, and by common consent they had gone in. m m m MONA said. "Gee whiz! I’d like to dance.” "How about you. Eva?” Collier asked, and Eva smiled and nodded. "Well, listen.” Paul said. "I’ve got an idea. Well all go down town and go to one of those public dance haUt£ He grinned and said he knet* a "swell place." "Thirty-five cent# admission," he intoned in a

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side-show barger’s voice, "entitles you to four hours of dancing, a buffet supper and a girl-show. “No foolin’,” he added. "Talk about your good clean fun!” "Sold!” cried Mona, pushing back her chair, and Dan, turning to Collier, asked him if he meant it. "Why not?” Paul demanded. "Only one thing,” he admonished Dan. "Don’t try to take a girl away from a sailor or you’ll have to fight the whole fleet.” On the way to Los Angeles, Eva rode in the front seat with Dan, and Paul and Mona sat in the rumble. Mona’s laughing, happy chatter was an incessant accompaniment to the song of motor and tires, and Eva, as usual, was silent until he began to make conversation. There was a loud squeal of laughter at one of Paul Collier’s wise cracks. Looking at Eva, Dan remarked her indulgent smile and his mind went back to the day they had eaten luncheon together at the Continental lot and Eva’s affection for the little red-headed Mona had been revealed. “She’s a grand little person, Eva,” he said, and when she nodded he said, "I don’t blame you for being crazy about her.” And Eva nodded again. "Mona’s father and mother are dead,” she said presently. “Did you know that?” “Why, r.o. That’s pretty tough. . . . Anne told me she had some relatives in California —San Diego, I believe she said.” "An aunt and an uncle,” Eva informed me. “She was living with another aunt in Chicago before she came out here.” Dan said thoughtfully: "You’d never think she. had a trouble in the world.” “Well, she’s had plenty.” Eva’s voice was harsh. Dan thought, as he had often thought before, that Eva Harley reminded him of the tragic heroine of an Ibsen play. Eva had known trouble—real trouble. Os that he was sure. (To Be Continued) LANDS BIGGEST TROUT Courtney Ryley Cooper Sets Recc# in British Columbia. t\i/ Times Special JASPER PARK. Alberta, Aug. 14. —The largest Dolly Varden trout ever caught in northwestern British Columbia was landed by Courtney Ryley Cooper, well known author, on a trip through Stuart and Takla lakes. The fish was thirty-one inches long and weighed eleven pounds ten ounces. It was caught at the mouth of McMillan creek on Takla lake on a light casting rod and was landed after a struggle of half an hour. Mr. Cooper and his party caught sixty-four big trout on their trip, l the sizes running from five to twelve pounds in weight. Ten thousand tons of fuel oil are consumed on one round trip by the liner Leviathan.

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