Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 February 1939 — Page 26

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THE INDIANAPO

SERIAL STORY— Women Want Beauty

By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS SUSIE LAMBERT—She served waffles and dreamed of being beautiful. DICK TREMAINE — He liked Susie’s waffles but he couldn’t see Susie. : JEFF BOWMAN — His chief concern was to make Susie as beautiful as she " wanted to be.

Yesterday — Susie is beautiful, the beauticians agree after their long work on her. Susie wants to see her face herself, but they tell her not yet. She ‘ is to be presented to Mr. Harker. vO ———

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN HERE were no mirrors in the : room. Susie waited for the first view of herself with the still excite‘ment of a bride awajting the first peal of her ‘wedding march. Then, with the net’still over her hair, she was dressed. An army of maids in waiting helped her while “. an army of department heads looked on critically. Susie lost herself in the hub-bub. " When' a _ dark dress, deceivingly simple in de- - sign, a miracle “of clever workmanship, was slid over her head and zipped neatly up the side, a linen _ apron was tied around her neck and Pierre reverently took command. He removed the net and loosened .. deep waves. He spun soft curls around an expert finger, he tucked "in hairpins, bringing the curls close to Susie's white neck, he fashioned a transparent whirl over each ear. Then he put a mirror into Susie's hand. ~ Eagerly she gazed into it. Child- * Ishly she looked behind the mirror. At last she gasped. “Why—why she doesn’t recognize me,” Susie faltered. At her words the room was swept with a gale of laughter. “How about you recognizing our beautiful friend, ~ Suzanne?” Pierre asked. The heads of departments crowded around, buzaing, complimenting, exclaim-

gS. Fascinated, Susie stared into the mirror. Shining hair, pale brown with golden high lights, framed an oval face. Dizzily bright eyes sparkled between curling lashes. Slim, #raight brows gave a slightly oriental touch to the provocative eyes, faint, blue green shadows added unbelievable depth and allure. Susie saw a pert little nose; cunningly applied lip gloss made her mouth a delicious temptation. Natural color came and went in her cheeks. Tears filled Busie’s eyes. “Look—out,” Emily exclaimed, rushing forward with a soft tissue. “Look—out,” Pierre repeated. “Dry those tears, girl, or you will spoil everything.” 2 8 =

USIE laughed, shakily and the tears were gone. The clock said 3:30 and she was to be presented to Mr. Harker at 4 The linen apron disappeared, a hat was deftly fitted to her head. And such a hat. “Ah—,"” sighed the milliner, knew it—perfection.” Gloves, finest suede. hand stitched, were slipped on Susie’s hands,

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one handed her a purse, suede again, like the shoes and gloves, with a huge, fanciful “S” in burnished gold. The clock said 3:45. With every passing second Susie's nerves grew tenser. It was becoming difficult to swallow, her eyes felt stiff, too wide open. The girl in the mirror was a stranger, she had lost herself, her spirit floundered foggily in a daze. Someone said, “Mr. Kane is waiting.” Someone opened the door. Then Susie, the prima donna, the debutante, ~Harker’s sensation, turned on a temperamental fit. Susie had never indulged in temperament,

but she was feminine, she knew how. | { :

“I want to see Jeff Bowman,” she said. “Please, Miss Suzanne,” said the head of the glove department. “It’s almost 4. Mr. Kane is waiting to take you to Mr. Harker.” o ” 2

UT remonstrance only added to Susie’s nervous tension. Mr. Harker, too, was a stranger. She hadn’t seen him for six weeks, she didn’t want to see him. Firmly she said again, “I want to see Jeff Bownian.” In truth she had to see Jeff Bowman. Her fest wouldn’t walk, her knees would only shake, she had a crazy impulse to throw her purse at the head of the glove department. She couldn’, and wouldn’t, go on without Jeff. Clifford Kane called from beyond the door. “What's the matter in there? We're due at the Chief’s office in three minutes.” Hands patted Susie, they pushed and prodded. She stamped her slim, arched foot. “Find Jeff Bowman or—or I'll throw things,” she threatened, frantically.

Someone located Jeff. He was]:

loitering near the desk in the beauty salon. He'd said he would be hanging around. He came with a rush when peremptorily called.

“I'm frightened, Jeff,” she quav-

ered. “It isn’t me—I can’t find me. I want them to stop looking at me. My knees are going to crumple—."” Jeff did not laugh. He took Susie carefully in his arms. She clung to the amazing comfort of him. Putting a finger under her chin he raised her distraught face and smiled confidently into her eyes. “You're swell, Susie,” he said. It was the best possible line. Sympathy would have reduced her to tears, bullying would have antagonized her. Jeff’s remark made her laugh. “Well, that’s ‘managed to say. “Boy how you've turned the trick. You're a knockout, . a doublebarreled knockout. Forget the old Susie we both liked.” Stepping

something,” . she

back he bowed with one hand on his|

vest. “I salute Suzanne,” he said. > 2 ” 2 ER chin went up, courage took 3 - the place of shrinking fear. “Thanks, Mister,” she smiled, and walked toward the door. Over her ~ shoulder she twinkled, “Ready or not, here I go.” “Walk smart,” he advised her, “shoulders back, head up.” Susie was laughing as she joined a nervously irate Mr. Kane. Upon seeing her he forgot to be irate. He whistled through his teeth. “Ye gods,” he muttered. “The impos-

sible has come to pass, the age of

miracles is upon us.” ; It was a triumphal march to Mr. ker’s office, a buzz of amazed

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FLAPPER FANNY

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OUR BOARDING HOUSE With Major Hoople YOUR NEPHEW SEEMED VERY VEXED, SIR, WHEN 1 INFORMED HIM THAT IT WAS NOT YOIP. FLEASURE TO SEE HIM MULLINS HAD QUITE A STRUGGLE EJECTING HIM

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