Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 216, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 January 1933 — Page 15

JAN. 18, 1933

SPOTLIGHT H. W. CORLEY 1933 NEA SERVICE INC

BEGIN Ilf RF TODAY BHFTI.A FHAYNF who?-' narrnt* w'r' JGi-knof-n vaudevill' er.tprtain'rs. In in Now York lookinK for a lob. Bh'lla is a dancor After much dlsrourajeme nt ah' la hired to substitute for DAISY GLEASON. another I’mcer who has snra.ned ar ankl' While rehearsing at JOE PARIS song -.-. on Sh'ila ir.ee-s TREVOR LANE end DIRK STANLEY, rich and socia v nrominen' Dick urge- Lnr.e to Include Sheila In the orogram of entertainment at a naDv he is giving f,hr;la declines, b’lt Dick comes to the theater later and O' wide- h'r to attend A' the nar*v she meet* several celbrit.". including GORDON MANDRAKE v eli-knou n nrodtrcer She see- Dick Ire- je- tlv dur r.z the next few da- -and he t'lls h"r Mandr.-ike is going to offer her a part In a pla? Preventfv I • -v Gleason Is able to darc ar.d Sheila 1- again out of work. She n,< '■ 'he raiimis of the agents' offices without result?. Then Mandrake ca v and offers her a part in his new X> ' rV'ieareals begin and Sheila become', ft: t.dl- with JIM BLAINE one of the cart The show opens in Atlantic City for a trvo.it, v. *p / NOW GO ON WITH THF. STORY CHAPTER THIRTEEN • Continued The star, with whom ho appeared In love scenes, liked him. He paid her courtly attention and concealed his preference for Sheila with dexterity. a a a THERE was no douht in his own mind, though, that he liked Shelia. He tried to find ways to save her money—inviting her to dinner or to lunch when rehearsals released them in time. The fact that they received no salary during rehearsals surprised him. -I think I'll ask for a salary during rehearsals and offer to work while the show runs,” he said whimsically, and although she knew that there was no financial stress on his own part, Sheila leeched. Then the rehearsals ran into seven weeks and there was a salary. Shelia replenished her wardrobe, exercised, waited. She was letter perfect in her part. Even Mike grudgingly admitted her dances could not be improved. BUI Brady said the same thing. One afternoon Mandrake dropped In the Sheila’s offending lines were changed speedily. For this she was grateful. The play was to open in tw r o weeks in Atlantic City. Then it was a week. Then tomorrow. Bustle and scurry everywhere Costumes completed and packed by short-tempered wardrobe mistresses, scenery shipped, the arrangements for the company's transportation made final. Jim Blaine offered to drive Sheila down in his car. She wasn't certain this was a wise plan either for herself or him and finally he decided to go in the train with the rest of the company. The great night arrived at last. The show went off beautifully. Critics praised it abundantly. “They noticed you. Did you gee that?” Jim asked Sheila over the telephone next morning. Sleepy-eycd. she laughed. ‘‘l haven’t seen the papers.” "And you’re dying to know whaS they said about you, but wouldn’t ask for the world!” Jim went on. “Well, here goes!” He read, “A certain little newcomer to the terpsichorean ranks —” “Why, I’ve been dancing for years!” Sheila protested. Jim continued. ‘‘—Sheila Shayne, handled the part of Sally in an urbane and delightful manner. Marion Randolph, who was adequate, had best look to her laurels!” “Adequate—wow! Did they say anything about you?” ‘‘Plenty!” “Read it to me, will you?” ‘‘Meet me for breakfast and I’ll let you read it yourself.” They were very merry half an hour later in the hotel breakfast room. Then, at Jim’s direction, the waiter brought the newspapers. CHAPTER FOURTEEN “I WANTED you to know first,” J. Jim Blaine told Sheila seriously. Sooner or later the rest of the company will know it. Still,” his voice was filled with sudden eagerness, "maybe they'll be so busy reading their notices that they won't see the front page.” “Front, page?” Shelia repeated, mystified. “Are you on the front page? What have you been doing?” There was instant concern in her voice. The front page to her spelled trouble. “If I have, will you stand by me?" he asked. She gave him a surprised look. “Os course. You know that. But my standing by you can't help much.” His voice rang out. “Thanks a lot. No, don't be afraid. I haven't done anything very terrible. That is, you and I won't think so. The company won’t either. I dare say. Good publicity for the show, mayb".” He leaned across the table, touching her hand confidentially. “You see. I’m sailing more or less under false colors. I've always wanted to act and the only way I could do it was to run away. My father thinks I am in Europe—or he did think so until breakfast this morning.” Jim pushed the newspaper toward Sheila. * Look here!” There was Jim's picture on the front page. It was Jim certainly but the caption below read: “Norman B. Etherington Jr . who was discovered last night appearing ir a musical show in Atlantic City. -Private agents who have been or the trail of young Etherington 'oi weeks found him singing in "Wher Lights Are Low.’ soon to open or Broadway. Young Etherington wa; forbidden an operatic career by hi! parents, who believed him to b( studying in Munich until his aunt visiting that city—" “Aunt Emily would!” Jim groanec ruefully. “You see. my mother wa: an opera singer. She died when ! was a kid. Then Dad married th< girl the family picked out for him and all was well. "Mother —she isn't my own mother. of course, but she is a peachsympathized with my wish to sing but Dad was horrified. It had t< be the furniture business or nothing! -Well, my mother left me a littlf

THE RIGHT FLAVOR KEPT RIGHT IN CELLOPHANE WRIGLEY'S

money and I decided to go to Europe to study. I stayed a year and then m.v money gave out. Dad wouldn't give me any more and I couldn't tell him that I had been—er —extravagant.” Jim flushed suddenly. His money had given out because he had financed a friend—but he couldn’t i tell Sheila this. a a a “QO you are one of the Etheringtons?” she murmured. She had heard of the family. Everybody had. They were an old conservative family. And rich. “You don't mind my deceiving you, Sheila?" Jim asked humbly. “The name, Jim Blaine, is—well, sort of mine. My middle name is Jim and Dad's name is Blaine. “Etherington, of course, was out of the question. Every one would have known that name. And I didn't want to get this job through pull.” “How did you get it?” Sheila asked. “Why, I just asked for it,” Jim grinned. Then he explained quickly. “Oh, it wasn’t that easy! I came to New York and moved in to an apartment near some friends of mine. But I began eating in the places where show people eat. A chap I met there —” He paused. Wisely Sheila nodded. “I know,” she said. “Someone you loaned money to.” “Anyhow,” Jim went on, “this chap told me they were trying voices at Schumann's. I dropped aro/tid. They weren't many men, you know. “I didn’t know it until later,” he grinned, “but they tried me out for the chorus first. The what’s-his-n;:me in the derby and shirt sleeves -aid, ‘Any one unwilling to sing in the ensemble will kindly leave!’ “I didn't connect that high sounding phrase with the chorus. I just thought it sing in groups, you know. In fact, it didn’t occur to me that they would take me at all! “They did. They sent me over to a show that was rehearsing and I hadn’t stepped into the door before this chap from Mandrake's handed me a contract! Just like that! Didn't even try me out.” ana THERE was pardonable pride in his voice. "If I were a girl,” he went on seriously, “I'd lose courage in this business. If my living —my next meal maybe—depended on landing a job. I think I'd go crazy. Why, Sheila, I saw the most

beautiful girls—” “I know,” she said, nodding. “They had good voices, style, carriage, grace, everything! And most of them were weeded out in a few minutes. Dozens of them! Betterlooking girls than I knew there were anywhere.” “You should go to a ‘call’ from Grcenfcld for his ’Frivolities’,” Sheila told him wisely. “The girls who answer’ those calls —of course, all kinds do answer them—but some of them are marvelous!” “Ermine coats and all that sort of thing?” asked Jim, relieved that his little confession had gone over so easily, yet also slightly piqued. It should have made more of an impression. “Not at all! They wear tailored suits—marvelous things. And slick little hats. You never see such clothes exhibited for sale —I mean I don’t, ”1 suppose they come from Fiftyseventh street shops. Frilly blouses. Beautiful shoes. And the complexions those girls achieve! and the accents! “The ones who land the jobs certainly earn all they get. They work hours every day to keep their complexions and their figures perfect. “One girl I know who weighed 105 pounds used to weigh herself every day (of course, they all do that) and if she had gained a single ounce she would watch her diet like a hawk. Her father and mother were 'inclined to stoutness’ she told me. “Those girls even try not to think, because thinking can make wrinkles. They never go to other shows or J even read newspapers—except possibly the financial pages.” “Do they speculate?” (To Be Continued.)

A BOOK A DAY BY BRUCE CATTON

“/-jpHE A B C of technocracy,” by X Frank Arkright, is a sort of primer of the new economic theory —or is it anew religion?—which has been getting so much attention lately. It undertakes to tell just what all the shooting is about, to give a background against which all the ; pro and con statements can be 1 placed. The author, apparently, is writing ! under a pseudonym, and he is giving what might be called the authorized version of technocracy. That is, he has written not only | a primer, but a statement of faith. < His book seems to come direct from the inner sanctum. Asa means of getting the tech- : mocrats' argument in plain, underI standable form, you will find the book rather useful. Unfortunately. ! it starts more than it finishes. The author draws up his indict, ment of our existing system, very ably, and states technocracy's case against the money system with clearness; but one finishes the book with only the foggiest notion what the technocrats propose to do about it. Then, too, I seem to recall that ! various engineers flatly have denied some of the technocrats’ assertions . about the rate at which machines 1 have been replacing men in industry and agriculture. Nevertheless, this little book is in- . teresting and provocative. It may i not make a technocrat of you, but it | at least will set you thinking. I Published by Harpers, the book ■ sells for sl.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

WAS JUST KIDDIN' WHEN I AIN'T YOU SAID YOU'S TAKE ME ON FOR A RASSLIN' MATCH, PUTTIN' ANY WASN'T YOU?~HM—-SEE CHALLENGE IF YOU CAN'T PERSUADE THIS KID, MAJOR, TO TAKE BAG! I WARND HIM TH' CHALLENGE OUT OF ABOUT YOUR FAMOUS CIRCULATION!~ GOSH OCTOPUS HOLD, SAKES-WHEN I WAS A BUT HE SCOFFS AT BOILER MAKER I COULD IT!~BY THE WAY, TAKE A TANK AN' SQUEEZE IT UNTIL TH' BECAME OF THAT GIANT GREEK WRESTLER YOU DEFEATED? DID POPPED OUT! THE SURGEONS EVER REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. 1933 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. 1-18

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

THAT'S THE COAST THERE'S MAZATLAN! I STILL OF MEXICO, OFF THERE... REMEMBER WHEN I PUT INTO NOTHING BUT MOUNTAINS OLAS ALTAS BAY, WAY BACK AND CACTUS IN THAT IN NINETY-TWO...FIRST THING SECTION I DID WAS TO HIKE TO A CAFE AN ORDER MYSELF A BIG ENCHILADA!!

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

FIDDLESTIX PEACE MIT NIX ON FIGHTING LET DER THREATENS MATRIMONY VE VANT CUPID. VEDDINK WAR! VOTS DER BIG IDEA? BELLS RING OUT! ROYAL FAMILY ENGRAGED WHEN PANDEMONIAN DEMANDS JUSTICE TERMS BLASTED ROMANCE NATIONAL INSULT. RECONCILIATION OR THE NEWS SPREADS LIKE WILDFIRE. NOBLEMEN RUSH TO WAR, IS ULTIMATUM. THE CASTLE, HOPING TO BRING ABOUT A RECONCILIATION. CROWDS GATHER OUTSIDE IN SILENT PROTEST.

SALESMAN SAM

GUESS U'D BETTER WORK I'LL STICK A BIT TONIGHT AND GET THESE AROUND AND BILLS CLEANED UP!

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

HOW 'BOUT A DATE OKE SWELL! WE'LL GO TO A MOVIE THIS P.M., BOOTS? THAT IS, UH...SAY! CAN YUH LET ME HAVE A BUCK FOR A COULPA DAYS, HUH? SURE

TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Circling slowly, Ska dropped closer and closer to the dying ape-man. Why did not Tarzan move? Had he indeed been overcome by the sleep of exhaustion? Or was Ska right—had Death at last stilled that mighty body?

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Filled with suspicion, the vulture circled warily. Twice he almost alighted upon the great, naked breast, only to wheel suddenly away. But the third time his talons ouched the brown skin.

—By Ahern

YOU'D LIKE THOSE MEXIAN DISHES, PERHAPS WHEN WE GET FRECKLES! ENCHILADAS, TAMALES, DOWN TOWARD MANZANILLO, FRIJOLES, TORTILLAS, MOLE, WE CAN STOP OFF AND HUEVOS RANCHEROS....WHY, TRY SOME OF THEM.... JUST THINKIN' OF THEM MAKES WHICH SOUNDS THE

CAN YA BEAT IT, SAM? I SURE LET'S SEE, AM GETTIN' ABSENT-MINDED! GEE, I'M AS BAD AS CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER MY YOU! NEITHER CAN I! OWN TELEPHONE NUMBER! BUT WHY WASTE TIME TRYIN' TA OF IT?

OUT OUR WAY

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BUT THE PRINCE WAS FIRM. AND THE ROYAL FAMILY OF FIDDLESTIX REMAINS EQUALLY FIRM. WOT! ME MARRY 'AT NOT ONLY A RECONCILIATION, TWO-FITHTED HIPPO? NOT BUT IMMEDIATE ON YER LIFE. I'LL ABDICATE! MARRIAGE, DOTS I'LL DROWN MYTHELF! I'LL MY ULTIMATUM.

THANKS! HONEST TO YEAH? WELL, I'D BE BORROWIN' AWW! NOW GOSH, KITTEN ~ YOU'RE DON'T FORGET, FROM YOU — AN' IT YOU WOULD A CHAMP! A REAL FELLA~~IF WOULDN'T BE SPOIL IT PAL, THAT'S WOTCHA I WERE YOUR BORROWIN' EITHER ALL ARE! YOU'RE JUS' WIFE, YOU TH' KIND OF A WOULDN'T BE GIRL I'D LIKE FOR BORROWIN' A WIFE FROM ME

Instantly sudden life vitalized the body that had lain motionless so long. A brown hand swept downward from the brown forehead, and before Ska could raise a wing in flight he was in the clutches of his intended victim!

I THINK I'D LIKE A IT'S EGGS, POACHED IN A HUEVOS RANCHEROS... FINE TOMATO SAUCE-THEN WHAT IS IT LIKE THAT'S SERVES ON A FRIED ANYWAY, BILLY TORTILLA, WHICH IS MADE OF INDIAN BOWLEGS? WHY CAN'T CORN WE GET SHAM POO TO MAKE

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Ska fought, but he was no match for even a dying Tarzan. A moment later the ape-man's teeth closed upon the carrion-eater. He ate a little of the tough flesh, and the blood was drink for one who was dying of thirst.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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