Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 143, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 October 1933 — Page 15

OCT. 25, 1933

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begin here today JOAN WARING pretty Merr.phli elrl. nd DOB WESTON, sor. Os a N' York millionaire. rr.ee- and fall in love The romar.ee happily until they •re invited to a house party Then, through the scheming of BARBARA COURTNEY Vi.. .? trying to win bob. Joan and Bob become .ctrangec. Meanwhile PAT WARING. Joan'e younger -liter. Is in an automobile accident and PERRY FORRESTER, her esco: • 1> killed. It becomes known tr.at they wire returning from a night club and that Jerry had been drinking Bob s father reads about the accident and asks his son to give up Joan. Pat runs aay to New York Joan follows searching for her sister and also for a job to enable her to remain In New York. She is engaged as a masked singer at a night club owned by BARNEY BLAKE, who proves a steadfast friend. . , , Pat . discharged from the wholesale house whe.-e she worked as a mooel. She hunt* for another Job without auccess. Joan makes her first appearance aa as cabaret singer and Is a big success. NOW GO ON WITH THE .STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Continued) Joan was to appear in two numbers tonight. First as a sailor lad. wearing stiff ducks and a jaunty cap. In the other, a lilting gypsy song, she would be costumed In gay red and yellow satin with a scarf around her head. The crow'd outside at the tables was unusually large. A young pianist, billed as the "southern syncopator,” played first. The banjo boys, old favorites, gave a modem Interpretation of operatic selections and Bea, who had already danced her way into the hearts of the Jigsaw patrons, had taken her encores and returned. Joan stood quietly, listening to the applause gradually die away. “All right, Joan!” Barney told her. He looked excited and some of that excitement was communicated to her. He was counting on her, believing in her! A slim girl in the white and blue costume, a sailor cap on one side of her dark hair, her features concealed by a black mask, stepped out onto the glow of electricity. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR T'HERE was a ripple of approval and then silence as Joan’s clear, lovely voice lifted in an old sea chanty. The young figure swaggered across the platform in imitation of a veteran tar. At the end of her song, applause rocked the place, rolling thunderously back to the dressing quarters. Barney hurried to meet Joan. ‘‘Atta girl" he cried. ‘‘You’re putting it across. Now hurry into that gypsy outfit.’ Joan fled to her room, returning in a moment. The applause was still continuing—a jaded public’s reaction to beauty and the unusual. Joan, in her yellow and scarlet costume, with her cloudy hair about her shoulders, received another ovation. “No more songs, Joan. We’ll make ’em beg!” They did beg. And finally Joan sang an encore. A hauntingly sweet gypsy love song, in contrast to the gay. provocative song before. Other performers crowded around to congratulate her. Bea gave her an impulsive hug, whispering, “Howdoes it feel to be a big hit?” Barney had patted her hands, a light of approval in his eyes. All of it seemed unreal to Joan. An hour before she had been Joan Waring, struggling for composure, standing on the verge of an adventure. Now she was on an equal footing with these other entertainers. She was a cabaret singer! The transition had been made with a costume, expert makeup and a little black mask. Barney was laughing exultantly. ‘‘You made them sit up, didn’t you? Little singer of songs. Joan, there must have been a lad who loved the sea among your ancestors and a gypsy lass -who lured men with her grace and sw-eet singing. Magic, my clear. I am a rank materialist, proposing to commercialize it.” They had a midnight supper to “celebrate.” On the way to Joan’s hotel Barney told her she would be advertised now as “the mystery woman.” and the “Girl with the Mask.” And then w-atch her fan mail grow-! * a a HE looked about the unpretentious hotel lobby, frowning a little. Then grinned. “Who ever heard of a cabaret singer in a place like this?” he asked. "I like it.” Joan said. “It’s quiet. I can think here?” “Who ever heard of a cabaret singer thinking?” Barney retorted. Joan laughed at him. As Barney had foreseen, the masked idea, handled “differently,” was enthusiastically received by night club patrons. No detail was overlooked. Discriminating selec-

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tion of Joan's songs, her costumes, all played a part. And then there was her lovely voice. A gossip columnist started the rumor that the masked cabaret singer was from the Orient, declaring there was certainly something oriental in her slender hands and the wistful melancholy quality in her voice. Barney shrewdly w-as capitalizing such speculation. Reports, carefully circulated, were heard that the mask hid a scarred face, the result of an accident. There were other reports that the singer was a member of an impoverished family of Russia, earning a living with her wonderful voice, yet proudly withholding her identity. A youthful fan had -written to Joan, “I hear you drive an especially built, imported car. Is that true? And do you drink only champagne, wear your dresses once and bathe in a marble pool?” “Tell her ‘yes,’ ” Barney laughed. “And add that your Pekingese has real diamonds in his collar and a special chef for his food.” “She’d be surprised to know howlittle it costs me to live,” Joan said. They w-ere having dinner together again. Barney leaned across the table. “Joan,” he said, “I want to talk to you about that place where you’re living. I think you should move.” Joan wouldn’t hear to it, she said. She w-as comfortable. Why should she move? She explained about Benny then. He was improving steadily under a specialist’s care. The generous salary Barney was paying her had made this possible. a a a BARNEY told her then about his stepmother. She had been sharing an apartment on Park avenue with him, but he found it necessary to move to a hotel near the night club. It was more convenient and practicable to be near his business. He had been racking his brain, wondering what he would do about his mother. She didn’t like hotel life. “It would lie doing me a tremendous favor, Joan, if you’d go there to stay. She’s quite a darling and has. been like my own mother to me. I don’t know of anybody I’d rather have with her than you.” Barney finally won. He explained that Joan could apply what she spent on the rental. She must remember, too, that it would save him what otherwise must be spent for a paid companion. He brought his mother to see Joan, and her cordiality and enthusiasm regarding the plan helped Barney overcome Joan’s objections. Kate came over to see Joan in her magnificent new setting. “Aren’s you the luckiest girl in the world?” she breathed. “Imagine living on Park avenue!’ Say, child, you are certainly coming up in the world. The old lady would probably cramp my style, but you don’t have late dates with the boy friend or say things that aren’t in old Mr. Webster's word book. It’s just a lucky break for you!” Kate was impressed by the arrangement of the elaborate suite of rooms which provided two living rooms. “Isn’t this hot ” she exclaimed. “Almost like having your own apartment—private sitting room and private bath.” “His mother wanted her quarters entirely separate. She entertains a lot,” Joan explained. “Yet it’s all one big apartment.” “Just swell, if you ask me,” said Kate, taking in the rich surroundings. “And the answer to a modernistic marriage for husbands who object to meeting their wives three times a day at the table. Joan, do you know you are lucky?” “Os course.” “Not everybody has such breaks,” Kate said thoughtfully. “I know_a girl here in New York who came to ‘make good’ in the big city and got a tough deal if any one ever did. She was a model —” “A model!" said Joan. Whenever she heard the word she thought of Pat and something tightened about her heart. “A little blond blizzard who worked in a wholesale house and was taking the place by storm. Jane Johnson, a model I’ve known for years, told me about her. I think she came from the south, too.” u f~*o ON,” said Joan, trying to Vj control her voice. “Well, it seems this girl had a way with men. Just naturally good looking and wearing her clothes like nobody's business. (To Be Continued)

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Tarzan arose from his victory more feeble than ever. Ugly wounds from the lion's claws were now added to the unstaunched one from Holt’s bullet. Weak from 106s of blood, the ape-man sheathed his knife and was about to move on again when, to his consternation, he saw he was facing two more lions!

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