Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 100, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 September 1930 — Page 11

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BEGIN irF.RE TODAY DAN RORIMER. former New York newspaper man and now a scenario writer In Hollywood. Is In love with ANNE WINTER, who. beglnnlne as an extra, has progressed rapldiv and Is under contract to Grand United. one of the largest of the motion picture studios. Dan formerly was under contract at Continental Pictures, but he was unable to get along with the studio executive there and now is free lancing. PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily column of movie comment for a string of newspapers, shares Dan’s apartment with him. He has great faith in Dan’s ability, despite the latter’s lack of success as a free lance. Dan has become discouraged over this, and over his apparently 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 only occasionally and Eva. but rarelv. She is bitter over this, and over a tragic love experience. Finally she leaves Hollywood, leaving behind a heart-broken note for Mona and Anne. While In New York Dan had written a play for the legitimate stage. His agent, unable to place it. Anally sends It back to him. and Anne Winter and Paul Collier, when they read it. are enthusiastic over it. They think it would make a great picture and urge Dan to revise it for the movies. Anne declares that she would like nothing better than to play the chief girl character. Dan follows their advice, and submits it to Grand United. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ANOTHER week slipped by. Paul Collier had gone to Seattle to spend his vacation. “Think of me, my boy, on Mount Ranier, when the thermometer begins to sizzle.’’ —..- ■ He had asked Dan to wire him if Grand United took his play, so he would have opportunity to celebrate. Only, Paul had not said •if;” he had said “when.” Dan began to think the studio’s silence was unreasonable, and once or twice he half angrily had been tempted to call, believing that Grand United should be told there ’Were other studios in Hollywood to whom he might submit his play. And then one day Phillips’ secretary called him and asked him to come over to the office. She said, with a smile in her voice: “It's good news, Mr. Rorimer, and I’m very glad.” “That’s mighty nice of you,” he told her, feeling that the world suddenly had become a much brighter place. “I’ll be right over." Phillips welcomed him with a broad smile and a hearty handclasp. “Think we were never going to decide, Rorimer? Well, it wasn’t my fault—nobody’s fault in particular; we’ve been sort of up in the air and things have to take their turn, you know.” At any rate, he said, Grand United wanted to buy his play. “I think It's pretty swell, and what’s more important, so does Mr. Johnson. How much do you want for it?” Dan gazed at him rather blankly, and Phillips laughed and told him not to look so flabbergasted. “Sit down. I just asked you how much you wanted for it, that’s all.” “I haven’t thought about that at all,” Dan replied uncertainly. “All I could think about was whether it would suit you. How much is it worth to you?” Phillips named a figure. “Is that satisfactory? I think it's very fair —more than you’d get anywhere else, probably. It's pretty high considering what we pay for most original stories, but I like your play and I think it’s worth it.” ’That's perfectly satisfactory," Dan said. a a tt •’/'iOOD. I've been wanting to VJ talk to you about it ever since I read it, but I've been so busy these last two weeks that I've been dizzy. “Your play's got a wallop, all right. You know, the night I took it home to read it we had company. Unexpected. They didn't leave until midnight, and after they’d gone I picked it up and sort of glanced at it, expecting to finish it the next day. “Know what happened? I read it right through. Its got great kick! I guess my secretary told you I was enthusiastic about it. Where’d you get the idea?” Dan told him Phillips smiled. "Well, now that we’ve agreed on price, I think we ought to have a little libation.” he said, and he opened a little cabinet beside his desk and brought out a bottle and two glasses. He poured one glass, full, handed it to Rorimer, filled his own, lifted it to his lips, and there he paused. ' Happy days,’ ’he said. And when he had set his glass down lie spoke through the interoffice phone to his secretary and asked her to find if Mr. Johnson was busjv “The boss wants to see you,” he told Rorimer. “Now that he’s sold,' he s sold hard He's been asking &

lot of questions about you, and some of them I couldn't answer. “You’ll have to talk to him. just between the two of us, he’s pretty much interested in you. If he makes you any kind of proposition, I hope you’ll think it over, Rorimer.” Dan nodded and murmured something. Everything, he reflected, came in bunches. Not only had Grand United bought his play, but now Phillips talked as if they meant to offer him a job. And he thought of Paul Collier up in Seattle. That would be something to wire Paul, all right, if Johnson was going to make him an offer. j While they waited for his secretary to report, Phillips confided that “Traitor” would make a great story for Lester Moore. “We’ve been looking for a story for Moore, and this is made to order.” Dan could not repress a smile at this and at the other’s look of inquiry he confessed that he had been vaiting to hear that very thing said. “I had Moore in mind when I vrote that treatment. I was hoping iou’d see it.” There was a muted sound on Phillips’ desk, and he picked up the receiver and spoke with his sec--retary. He rose then. “He’s in, Rorimer: let’s go.” Mr. Johnson was Very agreeable. He said, after shaking hands warmly and offering Rorimer a chair: “I’ve been inquiring about you. There’s some great stuff in that play of yours; I like it very much. I understand you were over at Continental for a while. You were under contract there, weren’t you?” •‘Yes, I W'as.” “Why did you leave? Mind my asking? Did they fail to exercise their option?” He asked, smiling; “You see, I want to find out all about you.” Dan hesitated. “It wasn’t exactly that,” he said. “Since you ask me. I'll have to confess that I didn’t get along very well with Adamson over there. “I thought he was intolerable. I tore up my contract quite a while ago, and when they reorganized, Adamson fired me.” He grinned, then, recalling his last interview with Adamson. “He said I was dead timber,” he told Mr. Johnson. The Grand United executive thought that was very funny. “I see. Well, we might be willing sometime to take a chance on some dead timber. That’s great dialog in that play of yours; good, authentic stuff. You were a newspaper man, weren’t you?” “Yes, sir?” “I don’t think you'd find us very unreasonable around here,” Johnson said. “Do you, Phillips?” And Phillips smiled. “There aren’t any Adamsons over here,” he said. “I know him, Rorimer.” “We thought it would be a good idea,” Mr. Johnson resumed, “if you did the scenario for us; and we’d like to have you around to help out on it when production starts. There'll be changes, of course, here and there. You know all about that, though.” “I’ll be tickled to death,” Dan assured him. “And I know you've got to please your director and your actors, so I understand perfectly about the changes. I’ve made plenty of script changes right on the sets at Continental.” Mr. Johnson looked rather pleased. “Phillips will find an office for you to work in. I'm rather hoping you’ll want to stay; I think we can use you. When you've finished the scenario, come in and see me, and we may have a contract to offer you.” He rested a hand on the manuscript that lay before him on the desk. “I think Lester Moore will be tickled with this story,” he said to Phillips. “He just got back in town this morning, and I wtfe talking with him a little while ago. He's coming over later on to read it.” Phillips nodded, and he suddenly thought of something. “By the way, Rorimer, you told me if we took your play you'd tell me why you were so keen to sell it to Grand United.” He laughed. "I told you I had a terrible curiosity. What was the reason?” Rorimer smiled, and hesitated awkwardly. He said. "That’s so! I did say that, didn't I?” and turned red. Mr. Johnson looked inquiringly from one to the other. “What’s all this?”#* asked.

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NOW or never, Dan thought. “I’ll tell you,” he said. “Remember, Mr. Phillips, that I told you I had Lester Moore in mind for the part of Michael? Well, I had someone in mind for the part of Jenny, too. Maybe if I was right once,” he suggested with a weak grin, “I might be right again.' You never can tell.” “Stranger things have happepned, I guess,” Phillips admitted cheerfully. “Who was it? It wasn't hard to spot Moore, because that’s the kind of stuff he eats up; but—” “I doubt if you could guess.” Dan looked apologetically at Mr. Johnson. “She’s pretty new,” he explained, “but she’s under contract here. She’s Anne Winter.” And Johnson frowned. “Anne Winter? But she’s an ingenue type. This is pretty heavy stuff for her, isn’t it?” He turned to Phillips for corroboration, and Phillips nodded his head in agreement. “Her spot is musical comedy or revues. She’s got a peach of a voice.” “I think,” Dan said, “you’ll find that Anne Winter can do just about anything you ask her to do.” Johnson’s eyes twinkled. “You do? That’s a pretty large order, isn’t it?” “I know it, but she played dramatic roles on the stage, you know, and that’s her real ambition. But she’s never had a chance to show what she could do. “She never had any idea of singing or dancing in pictures when she calne to Hollywood, but that’s what they spotted her for. “I guess,” he continued earnestly, “that’s ine of the funny things about the motion picture business, Mr. Johnson; little accidental things get people started off on an entirely different track sometimes. Anne Winter never had a vocal lesson in her life, and yet it was her voice, more than anything else, that caused you to give her a contract. She can sing, all right, but she can act, too.” The twinkle had not left Mr. Johnson’s eyes. “Is she a friend of yours?” he asked. “You seem to be pleading her cause rather well. In fact, I’d say you were pretty enthusiastic.” “She is, yes.” Dan smiled. He said boldly, “And I am.” He had been prepared to encounter some annoyance on the part of the studio executive; Johnson’s pleasant skepticism troubled him not at all. (To Be Continued) Memory Strong Bu United Prrtw GREENSBURG, Ind., Sept. 4. Time does not erase the memory of neighbors from the minds of Mr. and Mrs. Ira Aldrich, Greensburg. Aldrich lived in Defiance, 0., twen-ty-eight years ago and Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Fillman lived nearby. Then Aldrich moved to Greensburg and saw no more of the Fillman family. Fillman decided to surprise his former neighbor and he motored to Greensburg from where Aldrich lived and called. He was recognized immediately.

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