Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 88, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 August 1930 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN RORIMER, temperamental voung man of Hollywood, can’t get along with a atudlo executive at Continental Pictures and tears ud his contract as scenario writer and asks to be fired. But he isn't. Dan Is Interested in ANNE WINTER, a girl from Tulsa. Okla.. who has shown enough ability to warrant a screen test and a decent nart in a Picture; Dan lives with PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily movie column for a string of newspapers. Anne lives with two extra girls. EVA HARLEY and MONA MORRISON. J A famous director named GARRY SLOAN has shown some Interest In Anne, hardlv enough, however, to warrant anv high hopes. Dan does not like Sloan: he is. however, an admirer of MARTIN COLLINS, formerly of Continental. now of Amalgamated. LOUISE WATKINS, writer for movie "fan" magarl.ies. Informs Dan that she has heard rumors of the * ale tlnental Pictures to Lawson Louise Is present, along with JOHNNY RIDDLE, free lance presa agent, ana others at "open house” at Dan s apartNOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY (Con.) PAUL was working at odd moments on a book, but he sometimes went for weeks without so'* much as writing a word. Qpce he tore up everything he had written, an act which exasperated Rorimer, who had read it over and seen possibilities in it. ’•lf you’d only go through with It and then let it get cold and rewrite it! The trouble with you is you don't like the thought of hard work. Writing a book isn't play, but the minute it begins to get tough for you you quit cold.'' “Yeah?” and then Collier's defiant grin. "You big stiff, you re hopeless! from Rorimer. Looking at him now, leading an ambitious quartet, with a girl on either side of him on the piano bench, Dan admired and at the same time envied his light-hearted wavs, and he said as much to Johnny Riddle and Louise Watkins, who had trailed him out to the kitchen to help him round up refreshments. • Good-time Charlie himself.” Riddle observed, but Louise sprang instantly to his defense. "For one thing.” she said stoutly, • Paul's a first-class newspaperman,” and Riddle v*s quick to declare himself- . . . . "Who said anything about his ability? Sure he is; one of the best.” . , __ , And Dan said. "The point is, Paul could have anything he wants if he tried hard enough.” Louise admitted that that might be true, and Riddle kiddingly observed that Paul had plenty of champions among the women. "He's got a way with him.” He sighed and began to talk about Ttts "clients.” Johnny was an amusing duck, Dan thought; whimsical and seemingly iresponsible. but shrewd for all that—Collier said that Riddle was “in the money.” And Rorimer listened with an attentive smile to Johnny's foolery, but presently he let drop a remark that took Dan by surprise.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ••/ANE of my clients,” Riddle said. V-J “is getting married.” He paused impressively. “Grand United's biggest day.” he added. “Not Sylvia Patterson!” cried Louise. “None other." Dan said. “Who's she marrying?” and Riddle shook his head. “I'm not telling, but you can try to guess.” “Not Garry Sloan? “Not a chance.” “Probably some millionaire.” Louise Watkins ventured. "Sylvia would.” Johnny Riddle chuckled and filled, a plate with small sandwiches. "Not bad.” he said. “The man's a broker and he's a millionaire. Now don't ask me any more questions, and keep it under your hat. . . . Got an apron, Dan? I'm about to serve tea." The crowd lingered for another hour and then it broke up, but Johnny Riddle remained to loaf and chat and to propose a picture show. He said he was anxious to see *he new George Arliss film. • Come on along; I can get passes." “Why don’t you take one of your girls?” Paul Collier drawled lazily. -Why don t you take a couple of them?” “Wl*r don’t you go oft some place and die?” Johnny retorted. He said. “I’m out of love anywray! I’ve just been thrown over again.” “You look brokenhearted,” Collier said. "I'm tired of it all." Johnny said with a grin. "What you need,” said Dan. “is a new client.” He chuckled softly ever his cigaret. Riddle, at any rate, had a heart that didn’t bruise very easily. Johnny was able to shed his nu* merous rebuffs like a duck shedding

rain drops; he was as philosphical about them as he was about the monthly statements he sent out. Some day, Dan thought with a smile, Johnny would get a pretty new publicity client who would fool him completely by marrying him, and then there would be the devil to pay unless she put a pair of blinkers on him. Collier, now, was different; vastly so. Dan tried to imagine him getting craiy about a girl, but girls meant nothing in Paul’s young life. Dan surmised that might he one of the reasons why women thought Collier so attractive, though there were sufficient other reasons why they should think so. „ And he remembered a story about Collier, how a beautiful young featured player had fallen for his nonchalant charms and virtually had trailed him all over Hollywood, and 1 had her trouble for her pains. u n HE believed, too, that Mona Morrison was becoming interested in Paul. The night they had gone to the public dance hall in Los Angeles there had been evidence i of this to a person who possessed sharp eyes. An occasional look from Mona, a word, a smile. ... Remembering Eva Harley's fiercely protective feeling toward the little red-haired girl, Dan knew a moment or two of uneasiness; but he thought: ‘“Paul's common sense ” Johnny Riddle's voice broke in on his reverie, demanding to know if they were going with him to the movies. Paul Collier yawned and stretched laxily and got up, and Dan said; "Well, I'm for it. We haven’t budged out of the house today except to get dinner.” "Call up and see what time the feature goes on,” Paul told him. "I’m for getting a bite first and then going for a ride after the show.” Dan obeyed. And after he got the information he called up Anne Winter. "Just checking in.” he said when she came to the telephone. "Survive the party all right?” | "Absolutely.” "Gdt plenty of sleep?” She had, Anne informed him, slept until noon. And she laughed, j "Mona.” she said, "wants you to I know that I’ve had the best of care. She brought me my breakfast in bed.” "That’s a lot more attention than I got,” Dan informed her, and he complained about Collier. Rorimer saw very little of her during the next few weeks. Anne was busy, and so was he. Rumors were flying around the Continental | lot now, but despite them there was feverish activity. Among his associates it was whispered that Adamson was trying for some kind of production record with ’ which to impress the prospective ! Lew owners of Continental Pictures.

“He wants to hang onto that job of his,” Dan was told. From another: “If Lawson Brothers are as smart as I think they are, Adamson hasn't got a chance.” a a a THE week-end following Collins’ I party Rorimer arid Collier drove down to Agua Caliente. Dan never had been there, and he went out of curiosity and for the ride, for the tourist season was over. "I might not be here next winter.” he explained to Collier, who thought it queer that Dan should want to go to Caliente in June. "Where do you think you’ll be?” “Oh. I don't know. Maybe back in New York. I'm not such a wow out here.” •’You're eating regularly, aren’t you?” Paul said. “Shut up.” Some days later, when Dan tried to interest Anne in a Sunday of swimming at Santa Monica beach or Venice, she told him she already had been invited to a party at Malibu. About ten or a dozen from the cast of the picture she was working in were week-ending at the beach, she said. “I'm jealous, Anne.” “Yes, I know you are,” her tone a little scornful. “No fooling. Why don’t you ever believe me?" "I do. sometimes.” Anne had a gorgeous time. She spent wonderful hours in the sun and th% water. She didn't bum. for which she always had been thankful, but she came back a shade darker. i FAd Hurley, the director, was in the. party, and he was very at-

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tentive to her in an easy, gracious, friendly way that Anne liked. She liked Hurley; he showed her as much consideration as the featured players, professed to be enthusiastic over the progress she was making. And she was progressing. The picture was in production now. After endless days and days of monotonous drill the dances were ready; Anne had tapped and kicked and tapped through difficult routines until she prayed for a rest, had stopped at the sudden rasped command of the dance director; and then over and over again, hour after hour of it. And Hurley had given her the song he had promised her. He was not sorry, he said, hearing her rehearse it; it was Anne Winter’s song. Anne danced as she sang it, danced with her hands on her hips and with her arms flinging wide in abandon, with a chorus behind her,' following. She smiled as she sang, smiled with flashing teeth and curving lips and vivid, sparkling eyes, and she sang in a low 7, smooth, mellowsounding voice, with a microphone following her about overhead. She went through it many times before Hurley was satisfied; there were difficulties with the chorus; an extra "mike” was needed, placed low to catch the rhythmic tapping of dancing feet; the sound chief had anew suggestion that Hurley thought would help. And once, after going through the number, Anne swung away from the stage and found Garry Sloan .watching her. He was leaning against a stepladder, one foot on the lower step, an arm resting on an upper one. He looked bigger and brawnier than ever with his white shirt open at the throat and the sleeves rolled up past the elbows, baring powerful forearms. He wore*, white flannel trousers, , somewhat soiled, and his hair was | a bushy tawny mop. . nun AS Anne passed near him he put out his hand and she stopped. She had seen a whole stage cease activity at gesture from Sloan, and utter silence reign where, an instant before, there had been bedlam. When Garry Sloan held up a hand, people stopped. "Miss Winter,” he said with a smile, and he straightened up from | his lounging stance, spread %iis feet, thrust his hands in his pockets. “How are you?” he asked. Anne smiled, too. "Very well, thanks, Mr. Sloan.” Sloan jerked his yellow head toward the set she had just quitted, j T've been watching you,” he said, I and paused, and Anne waited for him to speak again. ‘Very nice,” he said. "You mean-—” "I mean you.” Sloan’s smile broadened at Anne's momentary bewilderment. “I mean your voice is very nice. I like it. I’ve been listening to you sing.” A compliment from Garry Sloan! Anne Winter's hands closed and un-J* I closed nervously. "Oh, do you really mean it! Thank you.” 'V,

(To Be Continued.)

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