Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 90, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 August 1930 — Page 5

AUG. 23, 1930.

OUT OUR WAY

I CCONA o*4 HOKJCr 1 ' , oe LOWCvA Box HOM ■ M 1 fakice—ave in rrn n pl*s#*4v< vou coople j j-[ rj ~ H - —\ *TamS OEE& Or AM . ( \ heed - j—, j—j M Bfeja&TK hokiov -tvmo BEtrs./ €-®e=p 'j clam oe fanc£!/ / U i it } i^Ti —n / — *S s ~ SOCIAL. CLIMBER. R f* *CA li S FAT Off. C 1 930 B Y *** SERVICE. INC.

Storu COPYRIGHT 1930 [fry HE.ASERVICE. Inc. °J ERNEST LYNN#

BEGIN HtRF TODAY DAN RORIMER, temperamental young man of Hollywood, can't get along with a studio executive at Continental Pictures and tears up his contract as 'car.ario 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 part tn a picture. Dan lives with PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily movie column lor a string of newspapers. Anne lives with two extra eirla. EVA HARLEY and MONA MORRISON A famous director named GARRY SLOAN has shown some interest in Anne. hardlv enough, however, to warrnt anv high hopes. Meanwhile. Anne Is making good at Grand United. Sloan sees her on the set one day and asks her if she has a contract When she savs no he says something must be done about that. That Is thrilling news for Anne. But the edge is taken off it when she tells Eva and Mona that evening. Eva Is so discourag'd that she threatens to leave Hollywood Mona tells Anne of a tragic love i-xperience of Eva’s. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO fCon.) “Yes. He and Evr were extras together, and Eva was crazy about him. I think she still is, although she says she hates him. . . . Anyway. he played her the lowest trick a man car. pull on a girl. “They were engaged to be married, and then when Mat ;* began to get a few breaks, and commenced to mingle with some of the high-hats, he dropped Eva like that.” Mona snapped her fingers. She s aid. “Evas a funny girl, Anne. She doesn’t have much to say. but she thinks a good deal.” Her eyes sought Anne's, and Anne silently assented. “And I know she still thinks a lot about Frank Maury,” Mona continued. “People say Eva Harley is bitter and disillusioned and all that, but there’s a reason for it. There usually is. “Maury dropped her without saying a word, and she'll never get over it. . . , Somebody ought to break his no-good neck,” she finished savagely. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ANNE slept badly that night, awoke fitfully, her thoughts occupied with Eva Harley's sorrow as though it were her own. Eva was her usual quiet self at breakfast, but she must have regretted the disturbance caused by her despondent outbreak, for her mood was lighter, and when Mona end Anne left the house she bade them a smiling goodby and waved to them from the doorway when they looked back. Anne thought Eva ought to get out of the house more often than she did. and she told this to Mona. ■ I feel a little ashamed, thinking oi her staying home to do the work. Why doesn’t she leave some of it for us?” 'Eva doesn't mind,” Mona argued, “any more than I do, or you, w hen we re not working.” It was a lot better, anyway, she said, than wandering around from one lot to another, looking for jobs that weren’t there. “Eva and I used to do that, but we gave it up. When you call Central Casting in the evening and they say there’s nothing for you, you might as well stay at home, it didn t take me long to find that out.” That afternoon a studio messenger reached Anne Winter on the stage and told her she was wanted as soon as she was at liberty, in the office of one of the Grand United executives. Something about a contract, surely, Anne told herself with a feeling of triumph. Garry Sloan, then, must have seen to it that ■ something was done about it” right away. She was kept waiting for an impressively long period in a carefully guarded outer office. Then there was a quiet buzz, and the pretty secretary looked up with a smile and held open the door for her. and Anne felt as if she were approaching a throne. Mr. Johnson was not brief. He. shook .‘rands with her. led her to a comfortable chair and leaning back from the large and magnificent and severely tidy desk, he asked her many questions. The executive smoked as they talked. And finally he brought up the subject of a contract; explained its terms, its advantages. Told her she was to be congratulated on obtaining a contract, especially with an organization like Grand United. Not many succeed in doing what you’ve done. Miss Winter.” • m ANNE listened quietly, concentration forming a tiny frown between her eyes. "Well?” Mr. Johnson said, and Anne blinked a little and smiled. She said, hesitantly: "It sounds

pretty wonderful. Mr. Johnson. I’d —l’d like to Jet my father know about it. He’s a lawyer, in Tulsa. I feci that he ought to know about it.” “You're not a minor, are you?” “No, I’m 21.” “So I understood. . . . Well, do what you think Pest.” And he smiled. “No harm in consulting your lawyer—especially if he happens to be your father, too.” Mr. Johnson arose. “However, those are our terms. Miss Winter. We wouldn't feel like changing them.” And he escorted her to the door, shook hands with her. The contract, Mr. Johnson had explained, was for three years. In her sudden bewilderment and indecision Anne wanted someone to talk to, and she turned to Dan Rorimer. She sought a telephone. “I want to talk with you. Dan.” she told him when he answered. “Can I see you this evening?” “I'll say you can! How about having dinner with me!” And he | added, anxiously: “Nothing’s wrong, !I hope?” I “No, I just want some advice.” I “I'll pick you up at the studio, i then. Give me a ring when you're i ready.” And later, sitting beside him in the roadster, with a grateful breeze j fanning her hot cheeks, Anne told | him what had happened. “I wanted j to see you about it.” “That’s great, Anne! Great! You don't know how glad I aqj- I told , you you'd do it, didn't I?” But he said. “Os course, it’s not j much money they're offering you, as movie salaries go. Maybe you’d I better not rush at it.” “That's one reason I wanted” to talk to you. I'm going to call my father on long distance this evening, but he doesn't know very much about how things are done in Hollywood.'' “At least, though, he’ll know you have made good before your year of probation was up.” Dan reminded her. and Anne nodded and laughed. “He'll be as thrilled over it as I am.” Rorimer chewed his lip thoughtfully. “I'll tell you what. I think we'd better get 'Johnny Riddle In on this. Johnny'll know what to do. Maybe,” Dan added with a chuckle, “Johnny’ll want to sign you up right away as a client. You could do worse.” He stopped the car at his apartment building. “If you don’t mind. I'll slip in and put on a fresh shirt. This one's rather the worse for heat. Want to wait here or will you come up? I can offer you something cool, and it won't be bad, either.” * * * ANNE smiled. “Is Paul home?” "Very likely, unless he's got a tea date with some actress. He generally tries to write his column . before dinner, so he can have the evenings free.’’ Paul was in. banging on his typewriter. “Company!” Dan announced. ushering Anne in. “Paul, you can get busy with the shaker and entertain the beautiful young lady while the master of the house | dons fresh raiment. “And you can call up Johnny Riddle and tell him to meet us here at 8 o'clock or thereabouts.” “What's coming off?” Collier wanted to know. “Can't you think of anything else for me to do?” “Anne'll tell you all about it,” Dan called from his room. Some minutes later he joined Anne and Collier in the kitchen. He had slipped into a freshly pressed light suit, and Paul, looking him over, said, “Johnny's coming. My. but you're pretty!” Collier added that Anne had told him the news. “I'm going to do a column on her, too—tonight. Am I invited to dinner with you?” “Well, I'd rather not have you,” Dan said with a grin, “but I suppose you can come.” Paul appealed to Anne. His hands were busy with the shaker and he gestured with his head. “I ask you, Anne, if he isn’t a tough guy to get along with?” And Anne laughed and said that she thought he might be. “Got any swell pictures of yourself. Anne?” Paul asked. “You know to go with the story. What's Grand United got?” Anne said the publicity department, at Grand United had a few. “And I've had some new ones made at Preston Duncan's.” Swell! How's Mona and Eva?” “Oh, all right. Eva's rather down

—By Williams

in the mouth, though,” Anne looked a little troubled. Collier said that was too bad* “What's the matter, can't she find anything?” and Anne shook her head. “You know,” said Dan, swjngnig one leg across the table corner, “I think Eva ought to change her name and talk with a Polish accent or something.” He frowned. “No kidding. You know what I mean? If Eva had come from Warsaw or Berlin or some place, instead of New Orleans, sonic of these producers would be jumping all over themselves to give her a job.” “A foreign accent wouldn’t help a whole lot in talking pictures,” Collier reminded him, and Dan smiled ruefully. “That's true, too. I guess I’m all wet, as usual: Only, Eva just—just misses, somehow. When you look at her you sort of expect her to be something else than she is. But I still think if she had a foreign label on her she'd do better.” “She might try it,” Collier said, “but it wouldn't be anything new. Everything’s been tried in Hollywood.” /• * a AND he began a story about a young girl who had come to Hollywood and had had little or no success as an extra. It became necessary for her to go to a hospital for an operation, and while there she decided that she would emerge from the hospital with anew name and anew, personality. “So when she came out of the ether she was Sonia or Olga or something-or-other—l forget the actual name now'. She put on a swell Russain accent and she got by; completely fooled one producer, and he gave her plenty of work. “But the producer went broke, and then she fell in love with some guy and went back to New’ York. I guess Hollywood’s lost track of her, now.” Eva Harley. Paul added, might try that. “But I think it would be pretty hard to put over now’.” They t went to dinner then, and shortly after they returned to the apartment Johnny Riddle came in. “Hi, folks,” he greeted. “What's all the shootin’ for?” “I’D tell you.” said. Dan, who was at the telephone, “as soon as I put in this long distance call to Tulsa. . . . What's the number, Anne?” Anne went over to stand beside him. and when he hung up she told Riddle about her offer. Johnny said, coolly: “How much?” and when Anne informed him, he shook his head. "Not enough,” he said positively. “If you have any luck at all you'll be worth four or five times that much maybe, and they'll have you tied up for three years.” He began to name actresses of note who had found themselves in similar predicaments and had become involved In lawsuits. “But Mr. Johnson said he wouldn't change the offer,” Anne said. (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

‘feiriAXOM i 111

La looked upon the perfect godlike figure and upon his handsome, smiling face. Then she steeled her heart again by thoughts of her love spumed; by religious thoughts that condemned the infidel who had desecrated the holiest of holies and taken from the blood-stained altar of Opar the offering to the Flaming God. How handsome he was to her eyes! She compared him to those grotesque figures from whom she must choose a mate. La shuddered.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

■ ■ ■ " I —■ ■■] 1 1 ■ ""- i . " . i .I , uot Wum vimHi I loopt' \ *ot*>*> we'lv fw* *ospem 1 lsxVoo oowm msee >ww OOT Mi-Y jVM T , 6' OP T*' \OE> CttX'J'M' Mt !T* \S SYAMCWM O© V\MAMOM. *>ICET*> JOF EtHWV tu’ OOAT ZtZXY /] OOCtSi T* STOWM _.. . .. YOOA'Y . LOSC'OOS * !| OMLSS* V*SE CAM 6EY f~i —-r— r j. m

y j ii * PM/lk ■ 1 ■ " i { A O.E* ,T* , V VOOOUi IMWAT jMg , JB&-, A \ertATt> TW ;fe<2 THAT f ME .TOO •T LOOK* uv rT ovckem* oortA 'rjL\\ y" , uvce th* cvme% ***• |

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

VeSSIB„.|T FITS....TW S--- —' f I WOMDEE. SWWAT PIECE OF BLADE FITS (UTo Y wr To \ RODIMS TO LlUl

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

r pHE ENEM'f AMBUSH VS ROOTED B 7 A UfM\. ill ■ ■of.BOULDERS FROM THE CUFFS ABcNE. A j

SALESMAN SAM

B C vefvw —this vs vjr ( vjauupi spsaktp. holo ■ -ni-

MOM'N POP

COMCOu’. SNAP 'N) f imtowigml'.ho ( Hty/ /juvt secause\ t HAVE TO V J ( you VC. GOT A \ VWM.LOP VOU? V V ( ME'N.TRICK POLO \ GET GOING . I y u \ urDT OKXCU /. \ EE. / \ THINK VOU’RE / ' y .....uy.

, J~ J ~*jjr

Night came and a great fire blazed without her hut. The flames playing upon the new altar she had caused to be erected aroused in the mind of the high priestess a picture of the event of the coming dawn. Mentally she saw Tarzan writhing amid the flames of the burning pyre; she saw the shock of black hair touseled upon his head disappear in a spurt of ■flame. With clenched fists and closed eyes Laos Opar stood above the object of her hate. ' *•’ v '.-lia*-- i ..sill';

—By Martin

'vTeV, REID, DO VA, KNOW WHejße. ) SUR£.'. /

Then into her woman’s heart welled all the great love she had felt for Tarzan since first she had seen him. Suddenly a sob shook her and she collapsed weakly She knew that this handsome infidel whom she loved was dearer to her than life, and she was ready to do anything to protect him from the hideous fate she had ordained for him. Trembling, she ■ dreamed of the fgrbidden love until sleep released her from Her anguish. - . ■ ;A.vuVvV-^h

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

DU& BACC X A PREAM OH BO*rH&f? OUK MOMPAVi WIAS-r Mia H-r OF- A W A4U.ST VoQ 60 | (AV/e 16 DO -TH’ 1 PEPPV GOW WITH BACkT XTUS-r 7 •ALIAAI CRAvai. n CURLV Aki V\ L-r-iWERe (>A-t&tftH-stfc<3RiAl C vour placed •/oa’p Be-rre-R . M atmv f jobs' ? B'rW’oL" ark ;( pesK atth’ <\ ’fauoK/(OME * —BESIDES VI OFFICE / THEaA S > SbU CAAi ALL/AV3 BEEaA OAilH’ ft TH' BOSS CAME li oE< LioRK, I ? 50 MOCH I'm / V IAI AM’ <SAn/E Him HAVE FCUAiP/ APIAiG A QUACK ] (-I A RAISE 1 -wOH. V/ERV , V\SEB TH’ y >VvJEU. THeal • J i——^ k i XIV

r AT TU\£...'vl£ FOOWOTHIS C ' Piece op STEEI KIE/LB.TWE SPOT X / \ VWHECE VME VUEBE weld op ..... yf LOOKS \ (, vw = l -L. &C ) IT- FITS THIS WhiiFE, AW ' / LIKE VOO'CE \) AMO SEE TU - ICMIFE BELONGS To .-C' —T V BihT, ’ / \ CEOOIKJ6 / g£DQIM<S-.l JUST took. jL--—CV-, 6Cf/S" / . 7 /f y it Poo** ms belt.... ' S -V_*V^ / £. I saw rr- u ci. y? ' ' \ i v- at"

\ r nans I "S'luck, tower, '- ock ‘ l oo * \ , \ OUR BRIAN'S GONE HOC, MIU.O / \ V> NOO'BE A’ j OVER.^|A^LrM, W Ewe victory it complete, overwhelming. >. Afh/i '-JR' }) , HALF THE ENEMV I? WIPED OUT, WHILE. StJSfflß/r EASY LOSES NOT A SINGLE MAN. AN HOUR- . WUIMF \ll/ LATER, NS RE AND WASH DESCEND THE HIGH , CUFFS, HIS MAIN FORCE. IS STILL IN HOT PURSUIT/

77?|* ti? /chick MADE \ J ' (ME DROP MY \ fi* m IKWIWHM I y HOLLAND ALE ) fPi . . y-.. ' [J 1^

(He 3LIST Took f LOP in, '—\ *W tAOUASSes 6AR-R.G.U ; J /

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

4pi>

Tarzan, untroubled by thoughts of the future, slept peacefully. At the first hint of dawn the chanting of the priests of Opar brought Tarzan to wakefulness. La awoke also. A smile parted her lips. It faded slowly; her eyes went wide in horror as she heard the death chant. “Love me, Tarzan!” she cried. “Love me and you will he saved.” Now the low tones of the chanting fose to a frenzy cf barbaric shouting.

PAGE 5

—By Aliern

—By Blossur

—By Crane

—By Small

—By Cowan