Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 92, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 August 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN RORIMER. a scenario -writer In Hollywood, is In love with ANNE WINTER, who. beemnins as an extra, has progressed rapidly and has been offered a contract bv one of the largest studios. Anne lives with two other girls. MONA MORRISON, a gsv little rdd head, and EVA HARLEY, a ouiet little girl who at times is very bitter and who has had a tragic love experience. Rva and Mona are extras, but Mona worXs onlv occasionally and Eva onlv rarely, and this Is another reason for her despond•ncv. PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily movie column for a string of newspapers, shares Dan's apartment with him. and Collier and JOHNNY RIDDLE, a press agent, along with Dan. advise Anne not to sign the contrast. They argue that It, is not. enough money and it will tie her up for three years at a small salary. Anne takes their advice to heart. She also calls up her parents in Tulsa. Olein.. and her father, an attorney, advises her to do as she thinks best. Anne turns the contract, down. Dan. who Is under contract at. CONTINENTAL PICTURES, has had a row with the studio manager and wants to lea\<v He gets a two-week layoff and decides to spend the time in San Francisco. He Is a little dissatisfied with himself and is downhearted because Anne refuses to let his friendship become more than that. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE DAN left the following night for San Francisco. In Chinatown he bought a red Happi coat for Anne and had it mailed to her. It was gay looking, of heavy figured silk, and Anne wired him her profuse thanks. He wrote to her: “Why shouldn’t I have sent it? I can't wear it. can I?—and I couldn't help buying it. You can’t go through those shops without wanting to buy everything you see. “I’ve been living the life of Riley —sightseeing like a rubberneck tourist, golfing, horseback riding along a bridle path that skirts the ocean, and eating at little out-of-the-way restaurants where the food is something to talk about. We’ve never been riding together, Anne. Can't we do something about that?” And to Paul Collier he wrote: “There’s a fellow on the News — an Irishman—who has the swellest line of Japanese stories you ever heard. Remind me, when I get back, to tell you the one about the chap who broke his leg. It’s a knockout. I wish I could send you a nice lungful of S. F. fog. Has Continental blown up yet? You might give my love to Adamson.” He returned to Los Angeles on a Monday morning and was met by Collier, who drove him out to the Continental lot. "Well, old-timer, what’s new?” “Oh. not much,” Paul told him. “I understand, though, that Adamcon is going to stick.” “That’s sure too bad,” Dan said. “Well, I had a hunch.” “He won’t last long. The Lawcons are not that dumb.” That forenoon Adamson sent word to Rorimer that he wanted to see him in his ofTice. Dan was half expecting some such message. He thought, on liis way in: “Well, here goes.” Adamson glanced up and said, “Oh, hello, Rorimer,” without removing his cigar from his mouth. “Hello, Mr. Adamson.” Dan waited for an invitation to sit down, and Adamson, with only the slightest movement of his head, indicated a chair. “Well, have a nice time on your vacation, Rorimer?” Dan said, “Yes, thanks,” not liking the other’s way of saying “vacation.” Adamson's cigar shifted from one ode of his mouth to the other. “I wanted to talk to you. You got kind of hot-headed a while back Wnd tore up your contract. I could ■have taken advantage of you if I iiad wanted to, and let you go.” ] tt tt a IFAIL to see,” Rorimer said coolly, “where letting me go Iwould have been taking advantage

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of me. I rather invited it, didn't I?” “Still high and mighty, aren't you?” Adamson sneered, and Dan ignored the remark. The studio manager continued: "Well, we’re reorganizing around here—getting rid of some of the dead timber and—” “And naturally that lets me* out,” Dan finished for him, determined that Adamson should not have a chance to be insulting. “I haven't changed my mind about not wanting to work for you. My contract was the only thing that kept me here.” The other’s smile was unpleasant. “Well, it won’t keep you any longer. You’re through—right away.” His voice rose gratingly. The interview had not been as gratifying as he had expected. Dan got up. “That suits me fine,” he said. “Goodby.” But Adamson did not answer him, and Dan grinned at him and left. “I think I spoiled his enjoyment,” he told Collier that evening. “I let him think he was doing me a great big favor.” “Well, I hope he was,” said Collier. “Are you going to see what Martin Collins can do for you?” But Dan to)d him no. “Not right away. I’ve got a few ideas I’d like to peddle around first, after I get them in shape.” Paul had expected some such answer. He thought he knew Dan pretty well—knew he was not one to ask a favor of a friend, or pin him down to a casual promise. And Paul grumbled a bit and swore at him, but he ended up by grinning and taking an affectionate punch -at him. Later that evening Dan drove out to the bungalow and Anne Winter was greatly concerned at his news. “What will you do now, Dan?” He smiled into her troubled eyes. “Why, Anne, you look worried!" he teased, and she shook her head in impatient protest at his banter. “What are you going to do?” she repeated. “Oh, I don’t know'. Keep trying, I suppose, and see if I can write anything tliat .anybody w'ants. If not,” and he sfniled again, “I can go back to New York, I suppose, and take up where I left off.” Anne said quickly, “Oh, I hope not. Dan,” and he wanted to know why not. “Would it make any difference to you if I left?” She was half-angry at the question. “Now, you’re being schoolboyish,” she told him, color rising in her cheeks. “You know better than to ask that.” a b a CO Dan said he was sorry. “Question’s withdrawn!” And he spoke conciliatingly and changed the subject, talked of interesting things he had done on his trip north. Mona and Eva came in while they were talking, and Mona immediately sat down and demanded to know “all the scandal.” And when Dan laughingly informed her that he was now “unattached,” she cried out: “Well, f you two aren’t a pair! Anne refuses to sign a contract and you tear one up! Some people don’t know when they're lucky—do they, Eva?” But Eva merely smiled and offered no comment. There had, Anne explained to Rorimer, been nothing more said at Grand United on the subject of her contract.

—By Williams

“Not one word. I guess Mr. Johnson really meant take it or leave it.” “He’s just playing poker, Anne. Is the picture finished yet?” “Almost.” Fred Hurley, she added, had been very kind. “He made me promise to work for him in his next picture. But of course,” she added, “that’s just his way. He may not have meant it.” But Mona said, “Os coursl he meant it! The girl’s good, Dan, and she won’t admit it; she’s always looking for an out when somebody says something nice. “If Hurley told me that, I’d sure give him credit for meaning it. Huh! I wouldn’t give him a chance to forget it!” And Anne laughed. Mona, she said, was her staunchest supporter. a a a TWO weeks later Anne called Rorimer with exciting new-s. “Everything has happened' at once, Dan.” “One thing at a time," he said. “First, did you get anew contract?” “Yes.” “Good! Now go on with the story.” Anne told it with an eager rush of words. Paul Collier’s story about her had brought numerous newspaper clippings to the Grand United publicity department, and Martin Collins had asked her to try out for a part in a forthcoming picture at Amalgamated. “Do you suppose Mr. Johnson Is psychic or something, Dan? He sent for me right after I finished talking to Collins.”

“Not psychic, Anne.” He laughed “Just .a good guesser. That’s why he has that job.” “At any rate,” Anne went on, “he offered me anew contract—a much more attractive one—and I signed it. And I had already promised Mr. Collins I would try for the part he talked about, so Mr. Johnson is going to lend me to Amalgamated if they want me.” Dan said that didn’t prove that Mr. Johnson was big-hearted. “He’ll charge Amalgamated more than Grand United’s paying you. . . . But it’s great new's, Anne; I’ll have to tell Johnny Riddle.” “Please do. Oh, I feel so happy about it I can hardly talk! Don’t you think I ought to become one of Johnny Riddle's clients?’ “Well, Johnny’s advice was O. K., wasn’t it? I approve on one condition—that you don’t permit him to get sentimental. If you won’t let me, I certainly won’t stand for Johnny.” a a HER joyous laugh was still echoing in his ear as he hung up and moved over to a window, to stand there, hands jammed deep in his pockets, thinking. It was a hot afternoon. Heat rose enervatingly from the baked pavements, shimmering dizzily before hot eyes along the street, invaded his retreat. Dan's shirt had been discarded. He stood there by the window in undershirt, trousers and house slippers, and behind him was his typewriter; beside it, sheets of paper. (To be continued)

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