Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 105, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 September 1930 — Page 9

SEPT. 10,1930

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN (Continued.) And Dan, finding the apartment empty when he got there, left Immediately and walked down Hollywood boulevard to Henry's. There he found Paul Collier and Johnny Riddle and a couple of very pretty girls, lingering over coffee and sandwiches; and he joined them. He talked a great deal, and laughed boisterously at Johnny Riddle's newest stories; and when the others left he remained and ordered more coffee. And finally he w'ent home and went to bed. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT MONA MORRISON frequently observed, with her customary flippancy, that Anne Winter needed a secretary, but to Anne letter writing was a form of recreation and had been since childhood. There was a not inconsiderable amount of fan mail these days, which she attended to personally and briefly, but-the weekly letter to her mother and father was fat and invariably required extra postage. About Rorimer she WTote: “He's as sweet and considerate as he can be—a wonderful friend. I feel that it’s my own fault in a wly, but I’m rather helpless to do anything about It. If I loved a man enough to want to marry him, I think I’d know it, don’t you?” It was her father whom she really appealed to in telling of Dan’s proposal. Her letters always were addressed to both parents, but Judge Winter knew his daughter much better than her mother did. Mrs. Winter was beset by material doubts and misgivings; she expected the worst to happen. Her husband argued that Anne had a mind of her own and could use it. He rarely counseled his daughter, offering specific advice only when it was asked for. His reply was about what Anne had expected, and so was the comment of her mother. The judge believed she had done exactly right, and he expressed his faith in her; but Mrs. Winter was horror-struck at the notion of Anne’s even considering for a minute the thought of marriage with a young man she never had seen. Anne smiled. She was not very busy these days. A lot had to be done before production started and she was marking time. Johnny Riddle occasionally had her to lunch with newspaper friends, and someone in the Grand United publicity department made an appointment for her with one of the studio photographers, so she spent several hours one day before a “still” camera. That was the day Garry Sloan asked her to dinner. He was showing some visitors around the lot at the time and he saw her and introduced them, explaining to his friends that she was to have the feminine lead in his next picture. man WHEN they had gone Sloan continued to talk with her. Os late he had been quite friendly. He said he would like to take her to the Embassy Club that evening if she was not busy, and mentioned that h visiting friends were in the natty. T* be glad to go along,” Anne said. Mona saw his car draw up before the bungalow and she would have run off if Anne had not insisted on introducing her. “Don’t be foolish,” sire counseled smilingly. “Make an impression before he gets away.” Mona’s ever-ready wisecracks desersen Tier when she shook hands with him. The vast area of white shirt front against a black dinner coat was overpowering. She could acomplish little more than a smile. Sloan said they were to pick up his friends at the Roosevelt, and on •the drive downtown in the impressively long phaeton, gleaming with black and silver, he began to tell her cf his plans concerning the forthcoming pic. ire. Grand United, he informer her, Intended to spend a lot of money on it; Lester Moore would have the greatest role of his career. And he smiled and said, “For that natter, It will be yours, too, won’t it, Anne?” His smile faded. He said, “I’m eeiious, though. You're going to do tomeUiing pretty big. I know it.” Anne murmured something in graceful reply. Sloan talked on. He said something nioe about her voice and his intention of having a song written fear her.

“You didn’t know that, did you?” | “Why, no. That’s a real sur- : prise. I didn't know there was to be any singing whatever.” “Just one song—for you. There’s a spot for it.” At dinner he was an attentive host. His friends were easterners, a New York real estate man—a classmate of Sloan’s —and his wife and daughcer, a girl about 16, who was getting the thrill of her life at the sight of screen cebrebrities in the flesh. Sloan took pleasure in pointing some of them out to her, chuckling over her rapture; and afterward he drove them through Beverly Hills to show her the homes of some of the stars. And when he left Anne at her door he said he would like to go somewhere with her* some time when there were "no visiting firemen wanting to see the sights.” “How about a little swimming party Sunday?” And he said, “I’ll ask Lester Moore and his wife; you'll like her.” Anne went with him. Later In the week the Moores invited her and Sloan to dinner. Dan Rorimer’s visits to the bungalow were less frequent now. Anne said nothing about this to him; she did not urge him; and he supposed she felt that under the circumstances things were better this way. Between them had come a slight restraint, though both had sought to avoid such a thing. Dan's manner was more deferent of late and hers was somewhat lacking in its old comradeliness. Mona inquired about him often, and once or twice she had remarked to Anne that she wondered where Dan Rorimer was keeping himself; but it did not take her long to sense that something had happened, and she refrained from asking questions that might seem pointed. Paul Collier, too, felt that things were not exactly as they should be, but Paul had a blunt way of finding out. j “What’s the matter with you and Anne?” I “Nothing. Why?” “You can’t kid me. You haven’t been over there for two or three weeks.” “What of it? I see her every day on the lot, don’t I?” mam PAUL grinned and dropped on the piano bench. His fingers struck a chord. “There’s a lot of satisfaction in that, I guess. Come clean; what happened? Did you propose to Anne and get turned down?” Dan was silent, and Paul struck another chord. “Did you?” he insisted. And Dan thought there was no point in hiding the truth from him, so he admitted that that was what ■ had happened. Paul said, “I though there was something the matter. Well . . .” ;He got up from the piano. “Sorry ' if I was too curious.” “Don’t be silly. It’s nothing to keep locked up in your vest, is it?” Collier smiled. “Well, you should : worry. Think of Johnny Riddle and all of those swell clients of his. Johnny's proposals, if laid end to end, would reach all the way from here to Denver. I think if Johnny threw his heart out the window it would bounce.” He moved over to the window, rested one long leg on the sill, j “Anyway,” he said presently, j “Anne's just a kid. Give her time, ' my boy.” “You're a great comfort,” Dan ! told him with a chuckle. “She’s old ! enough to know what she wants, I ! guess.” The little calendar on Rorimer’s desk shed its top leaf daily, and i September came to Hollywood. With I it came the start of the production on his picture. He was having his opportunity now to observe the famous Garry Sloan at work—and Sloan worked. The man's vitality was ternific and it some how communicated itself to others around him, so that, though they smarted at times under Iris ruthless exaction and the lash of hsi criticism, they responded a* he demanded they respond, in what had come to be spoken of around the Grand United as the “Sloan tempo.” There was no other just like him, Rorimer learned. He was a tyrant, lordly and impatient and difficult to please. But he knew what he wanted.

—By Williams

And for that Dan respected him. Between the two there had been a number of conferences, from each of which Dan emerged with more changes for his script. Garry Sloan dominated the picture; it was his; but Rorimer did not clash with him. Despite the curious resentment he felt toward the director —a feeling that he never had been able entirely to shake — Dan was forced to yield him his admiration. He said to Paul Collier: “I give him credit. He knows what’ll make a picture good, all right. He had me write a couple of new lines for Lester Moore today. I’m a son of a gun if he doesn’t know more about what Moore can do than Moore himself.” ’ Collier said, “The best in the business, my boy.” “I guess you’re right. But,” stubbornly, “I still say that Martin Collins is the guy to work with. Collins manages to leave a little credit for the other felolw.” And Paul smiled. Both of them, he admitted, had their points. “And Martin Collins is a regular guy, all right. But you’ll learn a lot of stuff from Sloan; see if you don’t.” Dan thought he already had learned a few things from him, and a lot about him, during the preparation of the scenario; but when “shooting” started and he saw Garry Sloan beside the camera, he saw a different man. Here Sloan was king, a giant blond-headed king in soiled white flannels on a canvas throne. And Sloan did not suggest here;.he commanded. He could smile when something pleased him, and he could praise with a brief word or two when praise was some one’s due; but more often in the picture’s early stages Rorimer would see him frown or shake his head in disapproval at something not quite right, and everything would stop instantly and a scene would be done over. “Cut!” Sloan would command. | And then, heartlessly; “That's lousy; I that won’t do at all.” But he got things done. A difficult production schedule b and. been mapped out, necessitating, because of the director's exacting demands and the heavy daily ex- ; pense, a good deal of work in the evenings. | Often the cast was kept until a | late hour at night, and Dan thought ; Anne Winter was begining to look a little tired. He told her so. “Finding it pretty : tough, aren’t you?” But Anne shook her head and smiled at him. “I guess I’m too enthusiastic to be tired. Dan.” (To Be Continued) Slaying Trial Set Bu Timrt soerial VALPARAISO, Ind., Sept. 10.— Nicholas Vaderaa will go on trial in Porter circuit court here Sept. 15 charged with staying Guy W. Thorpe, an employe on his farm, fatally shot during a quarrel said to have been over wages. Vanderaa is expected to plead self-defense.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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—By Martin

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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