Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 102, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 September 1930 — Page 11

SEPT. 6, 1930.

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• BEGIN HERE TODAY Beginmnjj as an extra. ANNE WINTER, has progressed rapidly and Is under contract to Grand .United, one of the • largest of the Hollywood studios. Artnc i has been ' ltvlnu with two other girls. MGNV MORRISON and EVA HARLEY. Mona and Eva. are. extras, but Mona "works oiilv; occasionally and Eva but rarely. •Eva. la bitter over this, and over a • -tragic love experience. She quit* Holly—- • Wood finally, leaving a heart-broken • note for Anne and Mona. 1 DAN RORIMER., former New /York fiewspaper men and now a. scenario writer.' 1s in love with Anne, but hp has '•come to regard hts feeline for hpr a? a' -hopeless one. Everv step upward that. Anne takes seems tp remove her all the farther from him. especially since his release from Continental pictures aftd his rather unsuccessful attemptsto free Isnce. .PAttl- COLLIER, who writes a daily tnovie columri for a string of newspapers. shares Dan's apartment with him. He has great, faith in Dan’s ability, despite tire latter's discouragement,. While in New York Dan had written " 8 Play for the Stage. Hts agent, unable to place. It. finally sends It back to .him and Anne Winter and Collier, when 'they read it. are enthusiastic over it. Thev urge Dan to revise It for the Movies. Dan follows their advice, and the play is . accepted fcv Grand United. Knowing that, Anne would like to plav a dramatic role: and havtn/j heard her express her wish to play the part of JENNY In his plav. Rorimer suggests to studio executives that she be considered for the picture. Heretofore she has slaved rolas In whleh her singing and dancing featured. GARRY’ SLOAN is to direct the picture and Dan Is told that the suggestion wlll-be made to Sloan that he give Anne a test. Dan tells her to see o,onn herself and* ask him for a chance. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE AS it turned out, Anne did not have to ask Garry Sloan. She 'saw him the next morning, sitting on a bench in the sun in the big Court. He was in his usual costume of white flannels and white shirt open at the throat, and he was reading a manuscript. Anne was steeling herself to make the’ request that she somehow dreaded to make when Sloan glanced up from his reading and saw her coming down the palmshaded walk. He smiled and immediately said, “Come here, child,” and beckoned to her. He moved his bulk to make room for her on the bench. Anne did look rather like a child beside the huge Sloan. "I want to look at you,” he said, crossing an arm on the back of the bench; and he gazed at her as though he expected to find something new in her. “You look nice,” he said finally, “but you look awfully innocent for Jenny.” Anne was bare-headed, and she always looked younger and less sophisticated without a hat. And she wore a thin pullon sweater of pale yellow, ahd a white skirt. .Sloan continued to smile. “It may be your clothes,” he admitted/ blowing her glance, “but I rather think you’d manage to look demure no matter what you wore.” He fished a cigar out of his shirt pocket. "‘Mr. Johnson tells me that you have ambitions for a dramatic rol#. -I didn't know our little prima donna felt that way.” Anne had recovered from her temporary awe. “But Ido feel that Way,” she told him boldly. The director struck a match. “I’m afraid I don’t know nearly enough about you,” he said. “Tell me something about yourself. Tell me what you did before you came to Hollywood. • You were on the stage, I know, but what did you do?.” Apne drew his attention to the burning match between his fingers. “Please light your cigar first,” she said with a little laugh. “You make me nervous.” And she tersely narrated her experiences for him, explained what she had hoped to do in pictures and what she had tried to prepare herself for, Sloan studied her intently as she talked. She was very earnest. a a * •‘■wjroU’VE read this play, of j[ course?” He laid a hand on the manuscript in his lap. “OiL ye*- You see, I know the man who wrote it. He s a very good friend of mine.” ••VVho is this Rorimer?” “You've met him, Mr. Sloan. He was at the. opening with me. Dont you'remember? Paul Collier introduced him to you.” . “Oh. yes. Well, he’s written something pretty good. he? Seems funny he couldnt sell it bcf tliai Dan Rorimer w?re there td hear Sloan say that. She that she thought it was a sety fine thlhg. “Do you really 1,K I think,” Sloan .said thought-fully.-“it may make a wonderful Di-tare >• a pd Ahne said that she Juie it would, with his direction. Nor did she intend m. Mr

tery. There was, after all, only one Garry Sloan. The director prodigally tossed his cigar away and folded his arms. His shirt sleeves came down not quite to his elbows and the sun glinted on the thick blonde hair of his arms, and Anne remarked the girth of the wrist around which he had strapped his watch. He said presently, with a slight frown: “If you want a test. I'll be glad to give you one. I’ve been trying to make up my mind who I wanted to play opposite Moore. “You're sure you’d like to do it?” She was, she assured him eagerly, and she thought the smile with which she greeted her fervency was a bit skeptical. She was resentful of that, and she said a little proudly, “It won’t take you long to find out whether I’ll do.” Sloan, she felt, persisted in thinking of her as just what he had called her—a child. Garry Sloan grinned. When he asked, would she like to have the test? “What about this afternoon?” Anne was thankful then for the study she had put in last night with Mona and Dan as her audience and let her know. She left him then, sitting on the bench where she had found him, with his gaze trailing after her and a humorous twinkle in his eyes. a a a AT lunch the thought of what lay just ahead made her so apprehensive that her appetite disappeared with the first bite. Fred Hurley, the director, seeing her alone, came over to her table and told her he had learned what she was going to do. “I was just talking with Garry. I wish you a lot of luck, Anne. Do you mind if I’m around?” He smiled at her. “Maybe I’ll be an inspiration for you.” And Anne, remembering a day wheh Hurley had played the piano for her in her first tryout, and remembering his friendliness and the courage it had inspired in her, smiled and was somewhat comforted. She knew that she would feel better if Hurley was there; it would be so much better than having Sloan’s skeptical eyes alone upon her. So she told him that she welcomed him. and throughout their meal Fred Hurley chatted pleasantly and told her amusing stories, and he succeeded in taking her mind off the forthcoming trial while she ate. “Just remember,” he told her when they parted—Anne to put on her makeup—“that Garry Sloan’s human like the rest of us. You needn’t be afraid of him, Anne.” Midafternoon found her and Sloan on one of the stages. The director sat quietly by while she read the manuscript he had placed in her hands and a crew made ready the sound-recording appa-

ratus. He had let her choose one of the scenes that Rorimer had recommended the afternoon before, had even approved her choice of it by telling her it was what he would have had her do. And he had looked at her with something like respect in his eyes, for the scene was a difficult one, and one lacking in courage, or in confidence, or both, would have hesitated to choose it. Fred Hurley sauntered on the scene a short while later, and as he sat down Sloan and one of the crew exchanged looks and the director nodded. Presently the silence call sounded. Garry Sloan looked at Anne. 1 "Ready?’' he asked, and she rose and handed the manuscript back to him and faintly smiled. Anne nodded. "I know.” She i looked then at Hurley, who smiled and wagged his head encouragingly, i “All right." Sloan held up a hand. "Remember, -Anne; you ! come on just as they’re taking Michael away.” Sloan, consciously or not, had called her by her first name. Anne wondered if he was aware of it The scene was the one in which : the unfortunate Michael, guilty of many crimes, but'charged now with one of which he was entirely innocent, accused Jenny his “girl,” of helping to • frame'* him. Her first reaction was utter bewilderment at his cruel accusation; then protest; and finally, when Michael had gone, complete despair. ’Silence!'' A quick nod from Sloan. Anne stepped into the brilhapt light, apd Sloan leaned forward ad watched her through eyes _

—By Williams

Anne cried, “Michael!” She moved toward the camera and then she suddenly checked herself, and a look of incomprehension and of hurt came into her, eyes. Then she shook her head j quickly, vehemently. “No, Michael, no! How can you say that?” ana A LITTLE distance in back of Sloan sat. Hurley. Chin in hand, he listened as the girl voiced her dazed protest. . . . Michael had gone now. Toward the door through which he presumably had passed Anne gazed with eyes bewildered and pained and frightened. 4 She stood thus for some moments, then turned and moved dazedly a few steps and dropped into a chair. Her lips were trembling; she plucked at them with her fingers. And then her hand moved uncertainly in front of her and she pressed its fingers into a cruel clasp on her arm just below the shoulder. “What good is life, anyway?” she said. Sloan stirred. He barked an order and Anne rose from her chair and came forward, wearing a timid little smile. In front of him she paused, her eyes holding a question. Sloan rose and said, “Sit down here,” and he pulled a chair closed to his own. “Anne, that was great,” he told her softly. He glanced around toward Hurley. “Wasn’t she?” he demanded.Hurley grinned. “I guess the little girl surprised you, eh? Well, she surprised me too. You sure did, Anne, took me right off my feet.” “She’s got the nerve of a burglar,” Sloan said proudly, taking Anne’s hand in his own and holding it. “Said she didn't want to rehearse. Just stepped up to the mike and let it go. Anne, you’re all right. Well have a playback now and see what it sounds like.” Hurley scratched his nose. “This guy Michael,” he said. “Isn’t that a pretty tony name for a tough guy?” But Sloan laughed and shook his head. “You haven’t read the play,” he said. “Mike wouldn’t suit this guy at all. It’s got to be Michael;, he’s that kind of a person.” He continued to hold Anne’s hand as she waited for the playback that would bring to her the sound of her c-wn voice. Presently they heard a scratching in the loudspeaker overhead, and then came a word, low in pitch, vibrant, full of bewilderment and anguish—- . (To Be Continued) Faster Service Planned Bv Times Soerinl ANDERSON, Ind., Sept. 6.—The Indiana Railroad, recent purchaser of the former Union Traction Company, has undertaken a survey to form a basis for a schedule speeding up trains on interurban and city lines. The plans were made public | by Henry Bucher, general manager of the railroad, and L. M. Brown, superintendent of interurban train operation, when they came to Anderson to consult local executives of the company.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

Achmet Zek had circled with two of his followers far to the south, to intercept the flight of his deserting lieutenant, Werper. Others had spread in various directions, so that a vast circle was formed, and now they were beating toward the center. Achmet halted for a short rest just before noon upon the edge of a clearing. The raiders' chief was in ill humor. To have been outwitted by an unbeliever was bad enough, but at ths same time to have lost the jewels was too much.

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