Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 April 1942 — Page 17

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THE STORY: Peggy Mack, 17, is the busiest girl in Canada on her first weekend party. Invited with her sister Myra and brother Michael to the country place of Ferdy Lorton, she is dropped into a snarl of tanglé®affairs and immediately takes over. Her project is to win the Jovely Fay Ransom for Michael in spite of Nigel Monkhouse, who also loves her, sand: Baldy Brien, her manager, who is trying to take her back to her former succesful Broadway career. Peggy also is trying to persuade Baldy that she, too, belongs on Broadway.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MYRA YAWNED, stretched her : arms toward the sun, feigning casualness. Baldy, preoccupied though he might be with the problema of

getting Fay back on his bread and butter list, was a shrewd customer, decided. If her younger sister had made an impression on him, she must counteract it without betraying more than a detached integest in Peggy. gh i “Plenty of pretty girls around,” said Myra. “Why worry about losing one, even if- her reputation is built up in show business? The woods are full of talent. Look at Peggy, for instance.” ; Baldy, his cigar chewed to pulp, sputtered as he jerked it from his - mouth to speak. - “Listen, sister. I geen so many pretty faces in my time it gives me a positive pleasure to look at yours.” He flicked the , cigar. into the lake and continued. ~ “In show business, pretty faces are a dime a dozen, you get so you'd rather have a stein of beer any day. When I was a kid I liked molasses, couldn't get enough of it until one day my mother leaves a gallon crock around and I eat until I'm siek. After that I don’t touch ite That's the way with pretty faces when you've seen ’em coming and going like me in show business —just & bunch of bugs around a street light.

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est to goodness, plain downright homely.” ; ) # ” 8 MYRA LOOKED at him with a doubtful expression. “Easy on the compliments, brother.” - “Them’s not compliments, them’s facts. I'd kept out of show business maybe I'd have married a nice homely girl like you, maybe I'd have had a nice cozy job and a home and 8 couple of kids. . “But no! I go into show business. I marry a pretty girl and what does she do? As soon as she gets the contract to love, honor and obey, she walks out on me, and that’s the way with all of em.” “All of them?” said Myra. “How many have you marired?” “Don’t get me wrong, sister. After the third try I quit. But I got a talent for:6 managing talent and that’s what I mean. They're all the same, get a contract and they change their minds. I shoulda bought a ball team—they got no ‘ minds to change. But no, I pick on girls and they got to be pretty ‘girls and there ain't a doll in this | world who wouldn't give a 60 per "cent cut to be managed by me. I | make ’em, see. I build ’em up, I put ‘em on the top of the heap and ~ keep ‘em there and believe me, ~~ sister, do you know what night- . mare wakes me up in the night “+ sweating, I'm so scared?” Myra shook her head symithetically. : . “You wouldn't,” said Baldy. “It’s glamour girls, glamour girls, hundreds of 'em, smiling at me in my with hunks of white teeth,

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me a smoke fog over Pittsburgh in a nasty rain in winter. That's beauty, that is.” . Myra glanced over Baldy’s beautifully tailored play suit, painstakingly immaculate, the collar pressed carefully oper. at the throat and even the short sleeves knifed with a sharp crease. . “You don’t look as though you dress to your beliefs.” \/ Baldy gave a grunt of disgust. “That's show business. You got to put on a front—splash it on.” With a snap of his fingers Baldy jumped to his feet. “Sorry, sister. I got to be going. Youre a nice kid, you are. Wish there was more like you. Where's that kid sister of yours, with Fay? I got to get that girl. There’s a girl for you. Character, she’s got. Character and what it takes; best looker in the business and what a voice! Knocks ‘em flat. I got Benny Blatter from Hollywood all fixed up to spot. her on her first reappearance with Johnny White and then you'll see me play 'em for a contract. Play ‘em lke a fish, I will,” he planned excitedly, “one against the other till their pockets sweat the dough. She'll really go places, then. I'll swing her up where she can’t ‘quit even if she wants to.” ; Myra let her fingers trail in the water by the wooden wharf. She could see through the clear greenish water under the shadow of the wharf down to .the clean sand of | the bottom. : : “Just like pinning down a butterfiy,” she said slowly. x

up the lake for her sister and saw an empty canoe floating idly with the current.

It was the blue cance that Peggy and Nigel had taken. It drifted tlowly from an island that lay at the far end of the lake, and had it been occupied by anyone except her sister and the capable Nigel she might have been worried. As it was her eyes narrowed slightly as she wondered what prankish trick Peggy was up to now. Peggy, a8 Myra suspected, had worked out her plot as carefully as any teen-aged strategist. As Nigel guided the canoe up the lake, flicking his stern paddle against Peggy's bow strokes to scan the wooded shore for any sign of Fay Ransom, she studied him with a calculating air. He fitted into her plans and Peggy, not one to underestimate her own attractiveness, intended to make him useful, If they were to lose the canoe. . . . (To Be Continued)

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