Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 84, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 August 1930 — Page 5

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN RORIMER. temperamental youni man of Hollywood, can't yet alone with rhe studio manager at Continental Pieturea and tears up his contract as scenario writer and asks to be fired. But he isn't. Dan has become keenly Interested in ANNE WINTER, a young girl from Tulsa. Okla . who is working as an extra. She has had stage experience. and aha knows enough to warrant a screen test at Grand United studios. Rorimer lives with PAUL COLLIER, who writes a dally movie column for a string of newspapers Anne lives with MONA MORRISON and EVA HARLEY, two extra girls. Eva is rather bitter. She does not get enough work to make a living, and Dan suspects that there may be some sort of tragedy in her life OARRY BLOAN. famous Hollywood director, has shown some interest in Anne Winter, although hardly enough for her to warrant any high hopes. Dan does not care much for Sloan; he is an admirer, however, of MARTIN COLLINS, formerly of Continental, now with Amalgamated. Collins invites him to a housewarming at his home, and he brings Anne along. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVENTEEN RORIMER recognized among the faces he saw in the patio a few that he had beheld more than once on the screen. There was an executive from Amalgamated, too, and a director, and lesser folk. He presently found himself beside a dazzling blonde young lady who. Collins informed him. was playing a lead In the picture he was at present directing. Farrell was her name and Maris Farrell wanted to know immediately if Rorimer was "in pictures." •T heard Mr. Collins say you were at Continental." Dan smilingly informed her that he didn’t act in them. "I'm trying to write them, that's all." Miss Farrell, looking at him critically from beneath mascaraed eyelashes, said she saw no reason why he shouldn’t do a little of both, and he laughed. • What a friend you turned out to be! I think I'll stay right here all evening.” . ~ . "That would be just fine, Mar s Farrell assured him with a flash oi brilliant teeth. May I hive a cigaret? Someone is going to smg. and I’ll have to do something if i can't talk." There was a Mexican with broadbrimmed hat and bright sash and lacket. and tight-fitting green trou--sws with bottoms like bells, and he sang for them for a while and Dlaved an accordion. The Japanese butler moved unobtrusively auiong the guests, bearing a trav with drinks, and Rorimer found before very long that he came around quite often. . And Miss Farrell wanted to know in a slightly husky whisper if Dan didn't think it would be much more sensible if the glasses were about twice as tall, so that the butler could save himself a lot of jnp _ It would be an admirable idea. Rorimer thought, and she *s*ed him if he had ever been invited to tea at the home of a certain bI RC k b lired star whom she named, and hen Dan said no, she told him hit if he ever went there be would see the "most precious highball glasses in Hollywood. "Each one holds a pint, or very nearly, and is about a foot high." She added that she would get a set Just like them, only she imagined they were frightfully expensive. "They came from Europe." "I'm sorrv I missed them," Dan said. “I don't get around very much, though. I leave the social honors to the man who lives with me." _ . -And who is he? Do I know him?" RORIMER* said he wouldn t be surprised if she did. “I think Paul Collier knows nearly every one in Hollywood." •Paul Collier! Do you live with Paul Collier? Why. of course. I know him! He has had tea and luncheon with me lots of times. You must get Paul to bring you over some time,” she added. Someone came over to speak to Maris Farrell just then and Rorimer was left alone for a minute or two with his thoughts, and he had opportunity to observe Anne Winter and to remark that the man with her was being very attentive. Frank Maury. Collins had said his name was. sod Dan remembered that Paul Collier had found occasion to mention him once or twice of late in his column. COlUer had said that Maury, who was a free-lance actor, was riding on a sudden wave of feminine popularity, and two of the larger studios were trying to get him to sign a contract. Maury had dark, curling hair, which Dan thought was in need of trimming, and he was bronsed to the color of an Indian. But he looked like a young god, and Dan

found it easy to believe that he might have found great favor among women screen devotees. He and Anne were sitting together on a little bench, and Maury was talking animatedly and gesturing fluently with his hands. Rorimer caught Anne’s eye once, and she smiled, but Maris Farrell’s low voice beside him brought him back to her. The Mexican finished "Ramona," and bowed and made a smiling exit, and presently there was the sound of an orchestra from the ballroom, and Mrs. Collins paused for a moment to tell Maris and Dan that there was dancing for those who felt ambitious enough for it. Maris got up at once and took Rorimer's arm, but on the way inside she said, "There's a phonograph there. If we get bored upstairs we can come down and dance in the patio." Anne Winter and Maury were still :n the patio when the left. Anne said, "We seem to be the only ones left out here. Doitt you think we'd better go in?” “I’m perfectly satisfied out here,” Maury told her, leaning unnecessarily close to her, "but if you say SO— * And Anne rose, and he had to follow. She was glad when someone cut in on them after a while and took her away. It was Collins, and Anne found his friendly, amusing chatter a relief from Maury’s impressiveness. She didn’t like the way Maury held her when he danced, had stiffened her body against his too-tight ambrace. nun COLLINS inquired whether she was keeping busy, and she told him about the forthcoming production at Grand United and the part she hoped to merit. She was deprecating about it, but she could not conceal from the director her eagerness. 'lts nothing very impressive, really, but it’s rather wonderful to me." "But its not the fatness of the part, Miss Winter; its what you do with it.” And Collins told her some things that sounded very comforting and set her to tingling with hope. "There’s Maris Farrell, for instance; she just about stole a picture away from a star once With a few lines." Maris Farrell, he added, was a "comer.” "Shell be a star some day if she keeps on the way she’s going. . . . You ‘met her. didn’t you? She's the girl that had hold of Dan Rorimer for a while. For quite a while,” he said, and laughed. His eyes roved the room, and he said. “I don't see them now. Maybe Maris has kidnaped her. Don't trust her too far. Miss Winter. I warn you, she’s dangerous.” Anne threw back her head and looked up at him and laughed. "I think she's beautiful,” she said. "I can't blame Dan if he falls under her spell. Where is she from?” "Maris? She's a comparatively newcomer to the screen. She was glorified by Ziegfeld.” Maris, he continued, was the kind that would "get alortg.” “She's a very ambitious girl, and she has the knack of being lovely and agreeable to every one she meets.” He added, jokingly, that he wondered if that wasn’t one way of cultivating a lovelv and agreeable personality for the screen. “Nothing like working at it all the time, you know.” Their dance ended, and Collins wanted to know if she would like to look around the house and grounds. "Helen"—that was his wife—“and I are like a couple of kids with, a new toy, and we love to show off.” Frank Maury was coming '--ward them, walking a little unstei.d;i . and Anne hastily agreed. She shuddered a little to think of being cornered by Maury and having to listen to his heavy flattery. especially since it had been seasoned by his frequent trips to the punch bowl. So she told Collins she would love to explore the house with him, and he said that if she would promise to be very quiet about it he would even let her tiptoe into the children’s bedrooms. * * B “T LL promise.” Anne said gayly, A and she took his arm. "I won’t make a sound.” And she asked him to tell her about his children, "A leading man of 5," he told her, "and a 7-year-old vamp with hair almost as Mack as yours. She's a*

—By Williams

not quite as pretty, though,” he added, and he drew away for a second and looked at her in smiling appraisal; "but I have hopes.” He took her, then, to the bedroom where the children lay sleeping, but first he had to win the consent of the smiling little Japanese maid who watched nearby. "Tsuika, do you suppose you could open the door for just a tiny little peek?” He held a finger to his lips, and Tsuika considered a while and then nodded. Collins said, “Tsuika s very strict with me about this. Aren't you, Tsuika? It’s quite against her rules. Weil, we’ll just be a second.” , And after Anne had seen the children and admired them, he strolled with her through the upstairs, and then he told her she must see the swimming pool. Only a few guests were dancing as they passed the ballroom. Collins said he supposed that his wife was conducting another tour some place. "Maybe they're over in the dressing rooms by the pool, picking out their bathing suits. You knew we were going swimming later on, didn't you?” "Why, no,” Anne said. Collins said, "Oh, yes; it wouldn’t be a real housewarming if they didn’t try out the pool. And some of the fevered brows,” he added, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes and Stretching his little mustache, "will want a little cooling before the party’s over. They always do.” (To Bo Continued) INFANT MORTALITY CUT Death Rate Reduced From 100 to 66 in 1,000 in Few Years. By Science Service NEW YORK, Aug. 16.—Babies born in cities of the United States are getting a better break in the struggle for existence than babies did a few years back. This is shown in a report just issued by the American Child Health Association. In 1929 there were 66.2 deaths among 1,000 births in 720 cities of the birth registration ares. At the start of the World war, less than a generation back, the rate was close to 100. It has been declining ever since. The banner year for the country was 1927, when the rate dropped to 64.9, but the last year was the best on record in a number of cities, including Chicago, Philadelphia, Detroit, Boston and Baltimore. Asa group, cities of the Pacific coast hold the lead in keeping down the infant death rate, the report shows. Bizarre Food to Be Served Bn United Prret PARIS. Aug. 16.—Silkworm salad, shark's fins ar.d seaweed jelly are some of the gastronomic delights that will be opened next April at the International Overseas Exposition. Other dishes will include swallows’ nests, lacquered duck and dried shrimps.

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