Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 98, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 September 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN HER!? TODAY DAN RORIMER, /ormer New York newspaper man anti now a free lance scenario writer In Hollywood, is in love with ANNE WINTER, who. beginnlns as an extra, has proeressed rapidly and is now' under contract to GRAND UNITED, one of the largest studios. Dan formerly was under contract himself at, CONTINENTAL PICTURES but he is now free, because of his lnebiiity to get along with a studio executive whose methods Irritated and disgusted the sensitive and stubborn Rorimer. PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily movie column for a string of papers, shares Dan's apartment with him. He has great faith in Dan’s ability, despite the latter's apparent failure as a free lance. Dan has become somewhat despondent over this, and over what he considers his rather hopeless regard for Anne Winter, whose every step upward seems to remove her all the farther from him. .. . , Anne lives with two other girls, MONA MORRISON and EVA HARLEY, Mona and Eva are extras, but Mona works onlv occasionally and Eva hut rarelv. She is bitter over this, and over a rather twagic love experience. While in New York Rorimer had written, among other things, a play for the legitimate stage. His agent thought highly of it and kept it for a long time, trying to sell it to various producers. But it comes back to Dan at a time when he is disappointed because of the refection of his latest screen story. Anne Winter is enthusiastic about his plav. So is Collier. Both of them think it could be altered slightlv and made Into a great, picture. Collier outlines a plan bv which he things Dan's chances of selling it will be enhanced. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE RORIMER had some slight objections at first, but these were overcome by the persuasive Collier, and the next morning Dan presented himself at the offices of Grand United and asked for Mr. Phillips. There was some difficulty in getting word to him at once, for Mr. Phillips was well protected, as befitted one of his importance; but Paul Collier's card, on which he had scribbled a few lines, turned the trick. ‘•So you're a friend of Paul Collier's,” the scenario chief commented, shaking hands. “Have a chair.” “We live together.” Dan said. “Paul's a great fellow. He’s been pretty nice to us.” Phillips settled back in his chair and looked expectant, and Dan stated his mission. “I’ve been writing for pictures since the first of the year. I was over at Continental for a while; now I’m free lancing. I’ve got a play in my pocket that I wrote when I was still in New York, before I had any idea that I’d ever do anything for the movies. “I feel pretty sure that if you read it you’ll agree that it has possibilities for a great picture.” Dan paused, and Phillips, with a wan smile, nodded. “I kr w you’ve heard that be* fore,” - 1 said, and he grinned, and the other's smile broadened. “Y ’ he confessed, “it’s not a new Story. But go ahead.” ‘Thanks. I'll have to tell you that I'd almost forgotten about this play. It's been kicking around in New York for so long; and it took Collier and—and someone else to see its possibilities as a picture. “I’d never thought of it that way; know what I mean? You see, when I came out here and gave up trying to crash the magazines, I sort of started all over.” “T see." Phillips nodded as though ne understood. He said, “What did you to over at Continental—any original stories?” Rorimer named a couple of pictures. “They weren't especially good,” he apologized. “They weren't bad. Do you want me to read your play? I’ll be glad to do it and let you know what I think of it.” a tt AND Dan smiled. “There was something else. Ive got a special reason for wanting to interest Grand United, and I want to do a little bit more than just leave it here and walk out. “Have you a vacant office with a typewriter in it, where I can lock myself up for a few hours? I'd like to turn out a rough treatment for the screen and leave that with you along with the play manuscript.” He rose and picked up his hat. *Tm not much of a salesman, I guess, but if you'll take that much of a chance on me, I don't think you'll be sorry'.” “Wait a minute” Phillips said. “Sit down.” He frowned for a moment “Why,” he asked, “do you want to do that here? Why didn't you do it at home?” And Dan confessed that he hardly knew. He grinned cheerfully and said: “'Perhaps it’s because I wanted to try to sell a little personality along with it.” “You win.” Phillips told him with a laugh. He bit the end off a cigar and passed the box to Rorimer, who declined. “I’ve heard stories about fellows rushing into a studio and demanding a typewriter and then turning

out a hot idea and selling it on the spot. But I’ve always been skeptical; I’ve always had the sneaking notion that they had their ideas tucked away in their pockets before they came in.” But Dan’s proposal, he admitted, was somewhat different. “It is,” said Dan. “Here’s the p’ay right here. It vfould take considerably more than a few hours to turn that out.” The scenario chief nodded and pressed a button. When his secretary entered he said, “Will you see if any of the offices in the department are not being used today? I want Mr. Rorimer to have a typewriter where he can work undisturbed.” And when she had gone he turned to Dan once more. “What’s the play about?” he asteed. “You’ve got me curious now.” Dan hesitated. “I’d rather not try to give you any more than the idea,” he said. “I think the most effective thing in it is the dialog.” But he roughly sketched the plot, and Phillips admitted that it might have possibilities. His secretary returned, and Phillips himself accompanied Dan to the little office. It belonged to on* of the staff who was taking a few days off. “There’s your typewriter,” said Phillips, smiling, “and there’s plenty of paper. Now help yourself; if there’s anything else you want, just ask for it; everything’s furnished but running water.” Dan laughed and thanked him, and when Phillips had closed the door and departed he sat down at once and thrust paper into the typewriter and began to write. tt a a IT was not difficult, once he had started. He knew very clearly just what he wanted to say, just where the screen treatment would deviate from the script; and he wrote swiftly, with a keen zest for the task. At 1 o'clock there was a rap on the door and Phillips entered. “Have to knock off for lunch,” he oredered amiably; “this is a union shop. Come on out and we’ll have a bite together. How’s it coming?” “Pretty fair,” Dan said. “I had no idea it was lunch time already. I’ve been at it* more than three hours.” Phillips laughed. “You've been doing something, too, haven’t you?” He moved over to the little desk and estimated the number of sheets that had emerged from the typewriter, and he turned to look at Dan with something like respect in his eyes. On their way to the restaurant he confided that Collier had dropped in during the morning. “I told him you were upstairs working and he grinned all over himself. Paul thinks prftty well of you, it seems.” “He’s the greatest guy in the world,” Dan said warmly, and he thought, too, that Collier had appraised Phillips pretty accurately in referring to him as “a good egg.” “Collier was kind of curious to now how you had made out with me,” Phillips said. He chuckled, “I’m a pretty tough sort, you know.” And he added: “Paul sure is hopped up over your play. If it's half as good as he says it is, maybe we ought to feel lucky to get it. What's the title of it, by the way? I never asked you that.” “ ‘Traitor’,” Dan said, and he con - fessed the title might lack something as the name for a picture. “It was all right—or it seemed all right, anyway—for the stage.” He said, “I'm sorry if Paul piled it on thick. I didn’t expect him to do that.” He seemed so apologetic that Phillips gave him a curious look. “Well, I wouldn't let it worry me if I were you,” he said. “Collier wouldn't say it if he didn’t mean it.” They had lunch together then. Dan glanced idly around the restaurant, half expecting that he might see Anne Winter, but she was not there. He did see Garry Sloan. The director was lunching with two other men and a girl with brown hair whose back was toward Rorimer; and Sloan chanced to look his way just then, and Dan nodded. Sloan smiled faintly, but without recognition, and turned back to his companions. Phillips saw it. He said. "Do you know Carry Sloan?”

—By Williams

“I’ve met him,” Dan admitted. On the way back Phillips asked whether Dan expected to finish that afternoon. “If you don’t, you’re welcome to use the place tomorrow if you like.” “Oh, I’ll have it done,” Dan assured him, and the other smiled pleasantly and said he w r as g ad, because he had the evening free and would be glad to read it. “I didn’t expect action like that,” Dan admitted. “You’re very decent.” “Not at all. We’re always looking for good screen material. You can’t nake pictures without stories.” tt tt t> IT was late afternoon when Dan finished and gathered up the typewritten sheets and placed them in order and read them over. He was surprised at the amount he had written, for he had not numbered his pages; the job was much more elaborate than he had planned. Phillips was still in his office, and Dan said, as he placed his work on the other’s desk: “There you are, and many thanks for your patience. If you like it I’ll tell you why I particularly wanted to - sell it to Grand United.” “And if we don’t want it?” the scenario editor asked. “Then you’ll never know.” Dan said, holding out his hand. Phillips laughed. “I’ve got a terrible curiosity, but it seems that I’m going to have to pay quite a price to satisfy it. . . . Well, I hope I do have to. So long—and good luck.” Collier was waiting in the apartment when Rorimer got there. “I just got in and shook one up,” he said, “and you look as though you need one. It’s in the refrigerator.” He got up from his chair and stretched lazily. “Well, how did you like Phillips?” he asked. “He’s a great guy%” Dan said warmly. “Didn’t I tell you? Did you put it over? What did he say? Tel! me all about it.” “He’s going to take it home and read it tonight.” Paul nodded. “What do you think of my idea now? Chances are if you’d just walked in there and dumped it on his desk, he might not have got at it for a week or two. He’s a pretty busy person, but now that he’s had a chance to size you up, he’s more apt to give you a break. Did you tell him that it would be a good bet for Lester Moore? They’re on the lookout for a story for Moore.” “No,” Dan said. “I didn't. I wrote Moore into it, though, so you hardly could miss, but I thought it would be best to let Phillips discover it. You spoke your 2 cents’* worth, too, didn’t you?” he accused. “Oh, that,” Paul grinned. “Sure: I told him the same thing I told you. Where’s the harm in that?” “Well, you were pretty swell to do it. I'll owe you a lot if it goes over.” “Don’t be silly. They shouldn’t let talent like yours run around loose. The trouble with you is you need a manager.” (To Be Continued)

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