New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 1, 1927, Page 12

f NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1927, { i and began to rub paste rouge on|roses look of youth. The mark of She shoved the menu card } B Beatrice the lobes of her ears. Then, all|failure was on Stella if it ever was|across the cloth to Bobble, and s lz)/B at once, she straightened up, and|on anybody. went on with her lunch. But from urtorn. stood listening. She got up. “Goodnight, Bobble,” | under her thick curved lashes she mc san s 0 Ove o -author of || “Was that the phone in the|she said. “I'm going to bed. And|watched her. ( *LOVE BouND" |! hall?” she asked. vou think over what I said. I-know [ “I ought to be having hot ta-{ [ “HER MAN" It was It rang again, and she | what I'm talking about. I used to|males and enchiladas down in Tia e N Adele Garrison’s New Phase of © JOHNSON FEATURES | HONEY LOU"ETc. raced out to answer it. tear around this town when I first [ Juana this noon,” Bobbie told her, 5 5 > “Yes—Yes,” Bobbie heard her|came, and it got me—nowhere! I'll | after # pause. “I was going to W —, s ¢ T | say in her shrill voice. tell you -all about it time | drive down thi with some peo- > : that!" she said. “I know I'm no | her. y 1 ¥ some time | drive down there e p Revelat’ons 0/“ lfe “{;‘Fbrmlli,&sf,fi,sj-; demure little Lprize winning beauty, but I've got| “Come upstairs” she said. “Tou| “And then: “Waita jiffy and I'll| when I'm in the mood.” ple, and then I backed out at the e n brai And I am funny! You|may put your friend in either |[ask her. Just hold the line—" Shelo Once more that queer little look | last minute. I was dying. to sce . e 22, is any- x N Afadge Suggests a Remedy - |about Jack Lesile's being wildly en- :’,',7:: :f,?‘;",,’c‘iif{}:fb;’:,m ort ot | wait (il you see me o the comedy | room, Miss Ransom.” She spoke |turned away from the telephone{-of pain showed in her face for, just | the place, too." Af @y mention of Noel Veritzen's| amored of the masked dancer may | ) 5 I 0 s i 0iect o b “movie- | bif Roy Schultz i golng to' give , but she smiled at Mon- [and looked over her shoulder at|a second. Then she had opcned| “It’s nothing to see. - Just a name = Lillian sprang up from mu‘,huve piqued her pride, so that she, & . B is. T 5 Ime in this picture of Joan Joyce' a as she spoke. Bobbie. the door and® closed it behind her. | dusty street lincd with saloans and struck.” But she is. For years.she|me in this pleture he better of the| “Big Parade!” she sang out.| Bobble sat motionless on the|gambling dens,” the other woman side of the bed where she was sit- | will stop seeing him for a while, and 3 4 alt e Parhans' Gie Mo fug an hagar foeetk npiasid down | perhaps be wiling to play; asound | 128 Sromel of BenE 0o o‘y;g’cd:n):nuios”r‘eml:-ein P el empty rooms. Bobbie knew | “We're all going to Tia Juana, Cob- | edge of the blue-green bed, and | answered. She finished her sand- the floor, a sure sign that she was| with somebody else.” FELes Juat ancheb Fog) Ph concort | Perhaps she was i love with him. | she would bie! And Gus MacCloud wants me |stared at her bright reflection in | wich and leaned back in her chair. turning over some problem in her| “It's an experiment distinctly| dredmed of golng upon the concert TrE1apS S7¢ TAS O IO N o And s probably pay Mrs. | to ask you if you'd like to go, too! | the mirror of the dresser across| She was a pretty dark woman mind. When she finally wheeled | worth trying,” Lillian decided. I'11|S'38¢: . drawback to Bobbic’s | when they walked out of the res- | Mangan only abont half the time,” | Plenty ~of chaperones, ‘n every-|the room. * with lovely sensitive hands and and faced me there was distinct ap- | confess I'm almost as much interest- | | he only drawback 16 BObbIEE| 0 o she said to herself, “and borrow | thing! You wi]l,!won't you? We'll l"But Monica tears around like a | gentle eves. A nice homey sort of proval in her face and voice. |ed in it on Noel's account as I am|*™P U5% .3 3obbie imagined them having |money from her, besides.” start in the morning.” wild woman, ahd she's getting on,” | woman—the kind that would know NEINE TilT o5y okl nt” ahelon Macy's. He's too dea & Boyto §:h‘;f‘:h§‘c{‘,’,?:”,i'_\.\,Zfih’:fi‘,;'?,“';’fi Ai)}nor'r mgmhorgut a candle-lighted | Ty noon the next day Monica| Bobble did not pause a second.|she argued with herself. “She’s as|how to make ice-hox cake and said, “I think you've hit it. I she be eating his heart out for a mys-| yooe "% Cciuse of her extrava- |table in Joan Joyce's big White|was all settled at Mrs. Mangan's, | She nodded her sunny head. tough as shoe leather and yet Roy | darn socks so that they felt com- has to be interested in some young|terious masked dancer, who, tento| . .. Her widowed father and |marble house up in Beverly Hills. |bag and baggage She didw't know where Tia, Schultz is going to give her a good | fortable to the feet afterward. man at this stage of the game—and | one, is already Jack Leslie's property | ;o "0 1900 xunt Gertrude refuse Sitting there, across from each The quiet’ house burst into new [ Juana was. Dimly she kne\v- vxshc comedy 'rmrt in a picture.’ 5 And why d!tl":mu hndf out at I suppose it s inevitable at sixteen And Mary is certainly lovely and to lend her a cent to go on “such |other, talking and laughing, therellife. It echoed to the sound of h:n'l }:4. rd nl\o'\xt” it. ‘Vflhl:ll f‘ : Shnf\»:x:rlnred_ l; !l]he] prhat'e' d'o- "!lr‘”!flstfmmmo. she stl\?r]. and —there couldn't be a lad more per-|4ascinating enough to. make any |’ ig goose chase.” So does Andy | bands touching now and then — | Monica's singing, “I-i-idolizing you— | called “Satan town, handfi weren't mg;fl ‘,(}. ntvlo\[\e olighad “","l’;""? fog ’]“9 °1“f‘,d herself actually tell- sonable, bonorable and aftractive young man sit up and take notice. | yurro1 who's in love with her and| She pushed her dessert plate | that's all 1 do-00-00-00," and “I'm | there gambling dens |dv?rn,.' il gofl‘o Tx‘ heir success or failure “”ixm«}"""ci L s than Noel Veritzen What are you grinning at? wants her to stay at home and |2Way from her, and asked the little | climbing up the lvl~l.\dv,l?r of But wh‘nt dm_flrmcg :d xm?' e? | i ':Irffl u Sl i e .\l(\ % ]‘m'\\onrdn mu“q;xfcr_ly. “Youw'l exhaust the adjectives in| Her abrupt query startled me, for | nan pir | waitress, trim in frilly cap and |l-l-love—" all day long. G MaoCloud was gelngusnd 0 o G Fonsen e Bedfoms e R e it the dictionary,” I sald, with apparent | I had not realized that my telltale| “sng “finally borrows $500 from |apron, for the check, It was swoel Witk tho amell of| “Yos, TIl gol” sho cried xcited- | tor crazy shout yau, youre madel” | don't mind my saying so. Tt fust lightness, | The quip, however, Was | face had betrayed the sudden amus-|ne rich Widow Parkins, who is go-| “Come on, let's go,” she said jm- | Monica perfume. A perfume |ly. “Of course, Il go! Ah?rtuc.a 1:‘" s;[' e 1 ;” he thing ;zs el ‘]’n 2 rh::tl :ngfl that ml]fi:lt but the most desperate camouflage |ed thought which had struck me. |ing to marry her father, and leaves | Paticntly to Monica, who called “Subtil” But there was o T R R I e s for the heaviness of heart which was | “I was just thinking,” | for Hollywood with a fat purse and | Pulled a black enamel cigaret case [ rothing subtle and delicate about CHAPTER XVI 5 Di _"u. )nr" l]l ]-nr»ni‘ le 1:;3) ?‘ or;e, rfio: .‘o ']Tlrctin' )}o;k mine for Dicky's young niece. If our | mered, “what Mr. Veritzen's face a high heart. { from her beaded bag. (ih Tt was an odor so strong that At ten o'clock that night Stella re:fl di: ;‘rr‘nr‘\_[ S'If' w l' Boll%.l‘. “r?: I‘I‘ l‘don,‘) Tlmi« D\\fl "u S, bnly chance of saving her from the | would look like if he could overhear |~ gyo finds a room in the boarding| “Wait a minute. I want to talk | it seemed to reach out and hit you [ Delroy knocked upon the door of | Juana t]m et day cuzdl Bapielistinell s weall B sl wiles of Jack Leslie lay in arousing| our conversation of these last few | jouse of the eccentric Mrs. Man. |to you,” Monica answered, pulling |in the nose as you passed the open | Bobbie's room and walked in. | wondered. Sh Sue i e e i i g the table- her interest in some other youth 1| minute | gan, who allows her young wom- |her back into her chair by her|door of Monica's room. She looked tired, and there were [ ion pro and con, I g pllg sand) cloth, it Maersp ool (o minlingy elt that we were, indeed, leaning| “It would look like a fried €S |an roomers fo cook some of their [Coat sleeve, “I want to ask :ou| “My stars! She does scent her- | purplish shadows of make-up under | warm between the flutfy blankets gui llen shaiglancarls b fma 1pon a slender re that Bad been turned sunny side ! piic“inher kitchen. One of the | to do me a favor. Will yob let me | self up, doesn't she?” Stella re- | her eyes. She had been working|of the blue-green bed, with he coked dtraleh into Bobbie's ey “We'll have to get busy on this|down,” she said, adding with a|gine i + Delroy, whoso real |cOme and stay at your house to- | marked to Bobbie on the morning |late at the studio, and her body|eves fixedon the palm-leaf shad-| J'asonv mm'vz telling me who the thing right away,” Lillian continued. | vicious little click of her teeth, “I'd | yoro ¢ Stella Riggs. She is an ex- | night. Honestly I can't go back tofof tho second day. They were|sagged Into a chair by the door|ows that swayed across her window dlrcc”or i :\”m.la;l\‘;dk;‘o‘u t..°“-“° “0f course, it’s only an off chance | like to alter his map for him. If it | tra gir) in the movies and through |M¥ boarding house unless I pay|breakfasting alone in Mrs. Man-as if there were no life in it. panex ST RIS o e e ee it the best. If young Veritzen isas| hadn't been for his ironical disci- | por Bobbie lands a two-day job at |UP What I owe there—and even | gan's. spotless kitchen with its Why on earth are you washing he palm leaves. They made he s it Gus Mac ? i 3 s | y v :] v J g vour hea i i 7| think of Tia Juana. Of hot sun- (To Be Continued) 1 on the masked dancer as|pline, with his ukases like those of fic: S i08 Q) s | then, I wouldn't sta after the way | fresh odor of baking bread amd | yo head at this time of night?” | thin r ’ L S ks e EMAsnL e SN 0g e BRI e Feaatan mal ) tolaing my| white paint. Monica had had asho wanted to know. “Gosh, I'm|baked white walls with brown.| Bobbie hears a few fnteresting Dicky says he is he probably won't|the old Czar, Mary wouldn't have & ZHEHY of slesvat fis ey s bra | J : sve any secing cyes for Mary. And|had those effervoscent spirits o ?:::no:tS:Ls]:;.r ot lfloy Schultz, | trunks!” | call from Magnifica and had driven | dead. I've been on my fect almost | skinned pcople J;lttmgx ](lg.n;\si :lu;'nlls ‘abc;u;{ ,\l{a(rxmlm—nlnd' m‘ks L " . o : e Y U Sch Zy | " h as b a A er firs Ollywood party in toe st t even ba eyebrs bottled hat an explosion was in- | . oo . § = them, Of the coast road that le o her firs 3 S dnt ] g B e AL Uil her through | down to Tia Juana, and of Terself | Morrow's chapler of “The Holly= in his direct ¢ ot da re 3 + acC! ki ‘ vood Girl.” “There’s this chance,” I said slow- | Sl Dryad in the Dale,” starring Joan Gus MacCloud skimming over | wo “Mary is extremely highspirt-| Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper Joyce. Those remarks of Dicky's| ature Service, Inc. e e e e MacCloud, begins to pay her a lit- ambition to become a film-actress While Bobbie was opening her | off in her “borrowed” car an hour all da; lips to say “Yes” she went on: |before, in high spirits. Bobbie smiled at “I hate to ask you this—but could | “J've heard things about her,” |the meshes ofher wet gold hair. and 1 c you let me take some money, t00? | Stella went on, biting into a piece | “I'm not washing it. What I'm | that road side by side, in a long e ot much—and Il pay it back 10 of toast. “She's a regular platinum |trying to o is to get it dry.” she cream-colored roadster. Tomorrow ‘ 1 you soon. prospector. The girls say that she {said quickly. “Tell me about the | morning. i Menas for the Fam,[y tle attention, but one of the extra| Bobbie thought over the automo- I a5 ail Eindsios jewelry from men | picture you're playing in? Is it a 1 want to go, goodness l\nrrms s | girls, Monica Mont, warns Bobbje | File that 1Monica was not paying | ghc's heen engaged to! She used | comedy or what?* she ovilspered . fo. herself. Iy | against him. She he'll “pick | for, and she looked at the white|to run around with Gus MacCloug. | She didn't want Stella to ask her | haven't wanted to do anything 8o | BY SISTER MARY her up and then thr her down,” | foX scarf and the imported bag and | That was before he began t be Why she was washing her hair. | much since I can remember. Breakfast — Cereal cooked wWith oo Tohbls decldes to be wary of |the cut-steel buckles on Monica's|so grand and important” She didn't want Stella to know | In the end it was a long-{orgotten | popped figs, thin cream, country him. One afternoon MacCloud takes | high-heeled slippers. | “Who runs around with him | about the Tia Juana trip in the| memory that settled things for her. | gaysage, chilled apple sauce, raised Bobbie for a drive up into the Holly- | Of course, those things were all | now? Joan Joyce?” asked Bobbie |morning. After all, Stella had been|A memory of something that had| pyckywheat pancakes, syrup, milk, | wood hills and tries to make love to | unpaid for, too! Monica just|grimly. She was blue because she | her first friend in Hollywood— [ happened between lerself and | corfee, | her. When she rebuffs him, he sul- | couldn’t have pald for them out of | hadn't had another call from |and it might hurt Stella’s feelings| Andy Jerrold more than a yvear be- Luncheon — Casserola of vege- [lenly starts the car and tikes her | an extra girl's wages. | Magnitica. to know that there was a party on, | fore, e | tables, jellica tomato salad, whola down to Paulais’ restaurant where| “I'd have to get the money out 0. Joan Joyce Is engaged to|and that she had been left out of it. t bread, caramel custard, milk she s to meet Monica for supper, | of the bank,” she sald slowly. “I|some millionaire buttonhook-and- | , “You must be getting ready to go| She had asked Andy fo take her | o, | and drives off without a word. After | have only fourteen dollars with me. | shochorn man back east,” Stella | Somewhere at the crack of dawn,”|to a burlesque show, back home. T = Brolled posterhohsa | 45 minutes of waiting, Monica shows | Could you walit for it until tomor-|told her. “She may see something | Stella remarked with little yawn | Some of the gang they ran with| steuk, French fried potatoes, baked A up with the news that she’s just|row morning? |of Gus, but that's just because | that she tried to hide, were going to go, just for a larky ons, grape fruit and cabbage sal~ When Chatterer Slept ! | v been turned out of -her boarding| “Sure!” Monlca’s face cleared as|they're both working on that| Her tired green eyes darted | devilish thing to do. Vs, Lran volte, papinsft peachice wide | house for not paying her rent.|if sunshine had passed over it.|Dryad picture. around the room, taking in the| They did go, too. But not she chocolate cookies, milk, coffee. Monica is a gold digger and never |She jumped up and started toward | Bobbie felt curiously comforted | high-heeled slippers beside the bed, | and Andy For ‘_\n]y refused | The onions are baked in theis | pays for anything if .she doesn't |the doors of the restaurant. by that remark. the treshly brushed hat that lay on | point-blank to take her. A bur | fnsks. Rub off any mud that m | have to, including her “borrowed” | “And Il go back to your hoard-| She went down to the central | the bedspread, the new gray chif- [ lesque show, he had said, 50/l ia rgito; them: wisoa o enioln oo | automobile. While the two girls are | ing house with you, then,” she sald | casting office that afternoon, and | fon stockings in their tissue-paper | place to take a girl that you re-| anq hake in « hot oven about fifty He can mnot watch o'er treasures | ~ | walting for a table, MacCloud comes | easily, and that was settled! | registered her name with the tall | Wrappings on the dresser. spected and care for. | minutes. To serve open each onion keep. | o/ 1 ’in. with a girl. She drove Bobbie home in her|middle-aged woman who was fn| Over the foot of the bed hung & 1 might take some girls there, | a¢ tho top by pulling back the layers —Chatterer the Red Squirrel NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY |jittle car and parked it in the|charge. The woman seemed wpset | flesh-colored satin girdle, a slip of | but not you, Bobbie,” he had told | and drop a square of butter in the i | 2 4 | CHAPTER X neat gravel driveway between Mrs. | when Bobbic fold her she had just [ Sheer handkerchicf linen, and a |her, and she remembered how grim | cefier. Now, Chatterer the Red Squirrel g Abave. the heads of the people | Mangan’s flowering hedges, and |had two days work at the Mag- | White organdy dress. Trom all of | he had looked at the time, But Jellied Tomato Salad and his big coasins, Happy Jack the | e around her, Boktbie caught a|followed her into the hov fica studios. these things came the fragrance of not you! At One and onb-halt cups cottage Gray Squirrel and Rusty the Fox| . glimpse of a close-cropped sandy | Mrs. Mangan was at hey've “no business calling | Wood violets—a smell so faint that| That was men for you! They'd|checse, 2 cups canned tomatoes, 4 Squirrel, loved the daylight. They | head and a pair of broad shoulders | ting at the dining room table copy- | extra girls, except through this [ it was scarcely more than a hint of [ do wild things themsely nd they | whole cloves, 1 small onion, 1-2 tea- do not like the Black Shadows that | 5 —MacCloud! ing recipes into a. thi motai ok | ot she declared grimly. “T'll | SWeetness in the air. Tantalizing. dldn’t care if certain women did |spoon salt, 1 tablespoon sugar, 1 come creeping up from the Purple | “«@_ | With him was a small slender | RBobbie walked into the dining|call you if T can send you out any- “Did you get a call from the ! them—but not their own women— | teaspoon peppercorns, * tablespoons Hills after jolly round, red Mr. Sun‘ ) He A | woman whose fur coat collar al- room and spoke to her whe < Central casting office?"” filu“u per- [ not the ones IHL): cared for. Other | jomon juice, 1 tablespoon granulated lias gone to bed. They take care to | A%Y | most met the brim of her pink hat,| “Mrs. Mangan, could my friend. bbie asked Monica about {t | fisted, lifting Ter eyes from the | women might take a cocktail or a|gelatine, 1-4 cup cold water. be at home snugly curled up in bed | | so that nothing of her face showed | Miss Mont, stay with me tonight?” | that night when she got home | Scented clothing to Bobbie's flushed | cigaret or go to burlesque show Rub cheese through a ricer and by the time the Black Shadows 2 but a flash of heaven-blue eyes. she asked, and Mrs. Mangan raised | from the studio. ! face. . for the fun of it, but not their| season well with salt and pepper. reach the Green Forest. They are Who's the girl with him?” Bob- | Ler head and gave her the mwost| “That's right. They should gst _ Dobbie shook her head. Then, [ wome . ¢ mmer tomatocs, cloves, pepper- up and about just as soon as jolly, | bio asked Monica in ‘a half- | cheerful look Bobbie had ever seen | their extras, through the hig cast- Very slowly, she came out with the “And that's just it,” said Bobbie | corns, sugar, salt and onion cut in round, red Mr. Sun begins his daily | You shouid have seen him make | whisper. upon her worn face, | ing office,” Monica said, “but vou She was no good at lying. Ransom to herself that September | thin slices twenty -minates. Keep climb up in the blue, blue sky, and | those long flying jumps from Joan Joyce, of coursé! Are you'| “Indeed she could! She chirped | know who called you from Mag- 0, I'm invited to drive down mm\{,vm:\l\mg up‘h--r mind at last. | gayce pan co ed. Strain through I day long their sharp eyes are| tree to tree | blind?"" Monica snapped in her im- | where a usually drawled. “The |nifica, don't you? Angus Mac-|t0 Tia Juana with some people,” | “If this Gus MacC loud really cared | o purce strainer. There should be watching all that goes on about| . i y . o | pudent way. “I s Gus Mac- | two sses Firki whout an | Cloud. He's a bit cuckoo over you, | she said. » for me, he wouldn't have nted | 2 cups so add hot water to make the them. It {5 the same way with their | (hief” it wouldmt have troubled | cyo.q i stepping pretty high ¢ hour ago, Bad news from thelr|if you ask me. Wanted to know if | “Pcople?” Up went Stella’s eye- | me to go to a terrible town called | necessary amount. Soften gelatine little cousin, Striped Chipmunk. He, | Nim any, for hic felt that he wasn't| ;v “Ruehing around wWith 2| home in 1daho — a brother dying — [ I'd seen you, today. I nearly fell |brows in her amazement. “But I|‘Satan Town' with him. Ie th in cold water for-ten minutes. Re- t0o, loves the day, but not the night. thief, but -‘lij) smart—smart| ..., | and they said they couldn’t ford | off the shelf and smashed when | thought you didn't know any peo- | I'm just a good-time girl! heat tomato juice to the boiling There is, however, anoth uir- | enough to find Chatterer's store- | ™y, pnowing eyes followed the |to keep their rooms while they | he came over to me on the sct and [ Ple here in Hollywood!” Then, ashe'll find out that I'm not!" | point and stir in softened gelatine, rel cousin who comes out with the | \OUS® v B pair as they walked over to the |were gone. They didn't know how [ spoke to me. He's been perfectly | if @ sudden thought struck her, she| She stuck to it, too. The next| Let stand until heginning to set, coming of the Black Shadows and | (COPyTight, 1027, by T. W. Burgess) | cangy counter. So did all the eyes | lang it would be, It seems he was | blind, deaf and dumb for months, [ nodded towards Monica's bedroom | morning when a big cream-colored | Iold in prepared cheese and lemoh goes back to bed with the coming | | of everybody else in sight. Like |hurt while he was filling a silo. |50 far as I was concerned.” on the ot le of the house. roadster and an olive-green touring | juice and turn igto a mold first of the Jolly Little Sunbeams. Can e next story hatterer Puts In | jiopning the whisper went around | They lived on a farm you know—"| Bobbic bent her head lower over| ‘“She going?” she asked, and her | car drove up in front of the house, | dipped in cold water and let stand You guess who it is? Of course you & Busy Day. that the famous Joan Joyce “:\.s‘ Bobhlat aldait. hrnow. HBaiMad| thatstockings! she was mending to | tone made it plain that she didn’t stayed upstairs in her room. soveral hours In a cold place to can. It is Timmy the Ilying Squir- = s e | there, buying chocolates in the | naver seen the two Firkins sisters. | hide the flush that spread over her | think much of Monica Mont. You won't come, then?” Monica | chill and become firm. rel. He loves best of all those hours | front of the restaurant, la Tiaf Lol Ton laliout: thers: | face. She could feel it, hot and “Yes, Monica's going, and so's ced, dashing in for a second, all Unmold and serve on a bed of lete when it is neither light nor dark. | Woman standing near Bobbie | and she had heard them talking to- | uncomfort Gus MacCloud—and some other peo- | bright-colored clothes, dangling | tuce with French dressing or may- He loves the dusk, the .very time Your Health | turned their heads to take in the | gether sometimes at night in their Gh st e el ple)” faltered Bobbie, wondering| beads and bracelets and violent | cnnaise. that Hooty tha Owl and Spooky the | pale pink hat, the befurred blue|rooms, or splashing in the bath- ver mind, it's a mighty good [h0W she had happened to tell all | perfumer; Because T know they'd | ety e e A A Sereach Owl and all other members 3 | coat, and the jeweled hands of | room, in the morning. thing for a girl to have a director | this to Stella, when she had j wait while you dressed if you'd F R l't W of the Owl family love. They are How to Keep It— the ‘star. Men craned their necks| It flashed across Jier mindsthat|intercsted in her, even it he is | made up her mind not to! “We're | only change your mind and come or (0] ear the ones he has to watch out for, | | trying to see “the most beautiful it would be just like Monica to|only an assistant director like s | starting tomorrow morni first [ along!” i ’ but he doesn't have to worry much | Causes of Illness | face in the films.” {come to live at Mrs. Mangan’s in [ MacCloud,” lilted Monica, spray- | thing after breakfast. I don’t know Bobhie, sitting up in bed with about members of the Hawk family | | “I don't think she'sso wonder-|one of the rooms left empty by, the [ing some of her perfume on her|how MacCloud got away from the|her hands clasped around ] Now, Timmy likes nuts quite as!| | tul. She looks as old as the hills," | Firkin sisters. kimono. “I vamp every man in |Studio for a day while he's so busy | knees, silently shook her head. She well as do some of his larger us-| BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN sald one woman in the crowd to| «Oh, T hops she won't!” she|sight, just on gencral principles— :'vomng with Mr. Schultz on Joar i dying 1?) 80 ndq ‘1} was )mrdi ins. He eats seeds of various kinds, | Eajtor Journal American | her husband, and Bobbie could | {hought ferventl and believe me, Little Dora isn't | Joyce's picture.” o pass up this good time. { as well as nuts. In fact, he eats just .\m:lcul \,.«In m?xrnn t:::l of Hy- ™ | have hugged her. | But that was just what hap-|as dumb as she looks “Oh, ~that would be simple| “All right, but youe missing about what Chatterer the Red Squir- geia, the Health Magazine It came to her, in a flash, that | pened. A n got up from She giggled. “I always tell a|enough” Stella told her. “Is half of your life, little darling | rel eats, But when you have had | she hated Joan Joyce. Only that|the table and walked into the hall| man he's different from the rest|Joyce going on this party?” or | goody-goody!” said Monica, and | several cousing working hard all| Most investigators today believe | morning she had.thought her the !schere Monica was standing. of the men,” she ran on. “Noth- | reen eyes were cold and w | slammed the door behind her. day, by the time night comes therc that stammering is definitely asso- | loveliest-looking thing she had Ividently so in Moni ing makes such a hit with a man | Ler voice sounded like | Bobbie peeked out xm:n behind are few nuts to be found. So it hap- | ciaged with some disturbance of the | ever seen. But now she stood 100K- | faco—probably it rfuln as thinking that therc's that ‘some- | ing. her bedroom curtains. Gus Mac- pened that while Chatterer and | cmotions. ing at her with the eyes «of warmed the cockles of Mrs. thing about him’ that makes him | “I'm sure I can't tell you Cloud was alone in his big road- Happy Jack and Rusty and Striped | It occurs particularly in persons | enemy. She could see nothing at- | gan's shriveled heart. i different from all the rest of them. | Bobbie was beginning when ghe | ster. There were three men and | Chipmunk had their storehouses | who have an underlying tendency to | tractive about her. Nothing! and drab as she was, Monica's life | poor boob: cut in again, three-gay-looking girls in the ol well filled, Timmy was not so for- | excitability. If a child stammers, the | “I'm jcalous.” She said it to|and sparkle scemed to appeal to| She turned her head to one side, | “Well, T can!” she snapped. |green car. tunate. He didn't worry, for he is | investigator trics to find out the par- | herself, knowing it was the truth. “And I can tell you that she's no Monica opened the door of Mac- not the worrying kind. He never had | ticular cause in his environment or | “I'm jealous because that hateful roing, without even asking any- | Cloud's roadster and scrambled in starved and he didn't expect toin his life history which is respon- | little blue-eyed woman is standing hkody about it! Sh2's not the kind | as if the seat next to him belonged starve, but he felt that it would be | sible. | there with a man that T sent away ‘. of person who goes on joy rides|to her. There was a roar of cn- a lot more comfortable if he had a ometimes an older brother or|an hour aga!" . to a gamblingown with a lot of | gines and they were gone! Bobble little more food stored away. So |playmate is o ring; some-| She wondered now why she 31:-4} rowdies! That's why she's where | gazed after them and her heart te by accident he discover- | times the child is too much crowd- | sent him away—why she hadn't let e e she is today! At the top of the|was as heavy as sto onaof Chatterer's storehouses, he | ed in its work at school or at | him make love to her, up there on | : i Y At ten o'clock there was a cal promptly helped himself. He guessed | home; sometimes there are condi- | the darkening hill-tops above Hol-| i " 1 " Bobbie straightened up, stopped | from the Magnifica Studios for | whose storehouse jt was, but it is|tions which Kk him constan! ‘\\- 0od Such is the power of | 3 % i o : 3 S : E rubbing her head with a Turkish | Bobbie. i the law of the Green Forest that|in a state of f cither ph lousy! | T G % towel, and listened to her with! Mrs. Mangan brought the glad| > s whatever one may find one may | mental or emotional. Un >m-h“ Still I'm glad in a way th AL g wide eyes. tidings to the door of the room. | This hat of shell-pink Milan with keep. It wasn't stealing, as it would circumstances, proper proced- | didn't let che told herself a| § 1 ¢ 3 : “There are two kinds of people owre to go to the make-up fedora crease is the simple, smart have been had you or I se | ure naturally involves removal of | few minutes later when she and| 3 % i in Hollywood just as there are two [ man at one o'clock,” said she. I type for southern wear. nuts. It is the lav he child from the circumstances | Monjea were sitting at a table, sip- | £y , 4 : : kinds everywhere,” Stella went on. | fook the message for you—not | Torest that one mus hings so'| that are responsible [pmzz table soup. | b " 3 . “The sober, sensible people who | knowing whether you were still | that they cannot be If they The child may Le encouraged to Bohbie i want 5. She £ x b ire making the pictures and acting | asleep or not. The call was from D are found they become the property | be tranqui king, and o wasn't hungry. She wasn't intor- | : - R 1 them—getting somewhere. And the | Mr. Schultz. Is that Mr. Roy | T { of whoever finds them. So Timmy he midst of ex-!ested in the bright crowded | 4 3 ¢ p ¢ | other kind that do all the jazzing the director?” didn't hesitate to empty that ement. Vario ds have | taurant—and the music hurt her | ; g § wound and raising Cain! It's up| Bobble said it was,.and her voice | S TOQ ‘ ES house. e Ive v i the | cardrums. | il g ¢ L i to you which kind you want to be." | y sang the words. Instantly o Then a litt t ur talk v g ¥ “If thers's anything T want to| 23 5 ¥ p “But Gus MacCloud! Surely he's | s rgot her disappointment N P D other storehouse of Chatterer's and | These A ¥ f!do it's to go home, and bhe by my- | 5 3 B | the right kind of person,” Bobbic Juana. | this one was filled with sweet, ten- nes, the r some oth self to think things over,” she said E £ i § 3 B 5 pointed out. 461 T didn't go” she told | r beechnuts. How t » big, soft | sympathetic teact t to herself. o A J 2 Something like a spasm of pain 1 as she took an icy shower ! eyes of Timmy's sparkle, and | child by example, ing the| Tt was impo think things | 3 ¢ L =3 passed over lla’s queer little | that made the blood tingle all over how he did wor You rhymes slowly and dis whif r with Moni cre. Monica S . white face with its enormous eyes | her body. “I wonder what the hould have see m m se | he re them 1 talked all the time out herself. |\ g 3 y o and drooping mouth. make-up man is going to do with | long, flying jumps from tree the & 100th, 1 i “You s s this way with me : i - : i “Oh, men! Men are different. . T'll bet they're going to make | tree, as he carried those 1 - Other methods the use|said Monica, “T've made up ¥ g ¥ y B g Ll They can do as they please and ! | th sweet, tender bheechnuts—t ) rhythmical ¢ ted | mind to top in 1his 1 ¥ . get away with it,”” she said. *I 3| g eful of being late | private little storehonse of his own. | with ticn of specch, a " what 2 L Do, < was talking about girls. For ex- | that she got to the studio before Iy the olly, round, red Mr. ! the use of spe v « e 3 y St mple: Gus MacCloud can run | twelve o'clock, and found the door | Sun be I 1 ot one |1 as v 15 other simi- | to do it!’ g L ‘ Sy ound with' nice girls and girls | to the make-up room closed. t S ] | that aren't so nice, and who cares? | So she wandered over to the | ALL READYI He's a man. But a girl's got to| ry to have a bite to eat, | ~C OME here. little scrubbing keep kind of pride or she's | he was waiting for one brush! And you, Little sunk—especially out here in Holly- | o' slide-y cake of soap hop into ) ! g -1 e , : 3 7 wood. And a girl with any cory table was filled with pic- ! this water and make my hands 1s T said befor he eyes n o« 1 That t o8t § 2 5 S in herself wouldn't go tea f | ture-people, some of them in make- | clean!” Johnny call little people of n ke peychol rather than ! hat t ] A E “ Y < te 1 Juana with a lot of st nd costume. Well-known d Scrub, scrub went the brush. 1 under the | £ s . ) seases of to bhe t » i P § > ¢ rrs! Why, you people probably | 1ectors sat at the counter heside | and fub, fub soozled the soap. 3 had e no wr 4 t thovennd rrade! - S ot 5 | won’t get home until Sunday morn- | office boys d camera men. The | and rub, rub went Johnny's somethin, i N v i v acting ¢ 50 Y g 7 S ¥ |ing =ome time, and not then, | stars rubbe elbows with the | hands. Soon they were very 1d be wr t ¥ loes nc [ ut thimb] ! # ¥ % mayhe!” extras. i clean 1 P ical 4 3 Robbie shivered and pulled her | There was only one empty place | “Now, Clean Pats, wash my people in the u « cte o reen £ ¥ sigr t 5 3 # ' hell-pink Kimono tighter around [ in the room. Tt was at a table dirty facel” called Johnny again take something frov n ¥ ich ke talkin is | lin t 1k n 5 3 A er knces and shouiders, Septem- | two, W 1 lone woman sat pick- | Ard they did fighting for it. That would be r i o be cer c . mo! vt g % 3 i ¢ 4 Ler nights are cold in California. |ing at a chicken salad sandwich. Now. Comb and Brush, 3 1 3 v oth down this fuzzy hair. She looked at Stella Delroy,| She saw Bobbie gazing at the smooth down this fuzzy : 3 ? and [l be all ready,for dinner, Johnny said: smiling at himself in the murror And, thank vou. my Tum my’ 1a ready. tos! By Thornton W. Burgess When one is wrapped in slumber deep, | when qui | i bery. But to 1 somethi i : ke it would not be wrong at are satisfacte sefore ¢ ie stared at her nica ¢ L # H \ose real name was Riggs, with | empty ir across from her, and | 014 Mother Nature's w i 1 r 4 i gen Iy ha 3 f the t t ¥ 3 # 3 y that measured her. Stella [ she beckoned for her to take it. | g little peaple to be so cleve t 1 that rl nec heeor a i & " e | wasn't getting ahead in Hollywood, “T was wishing for somebody to ! nd smart that they can hide things st really pretty a 3 A for all her purity and her preach- | come along,” she said as the girl! no one will find them. 1 TAFTETA 'KERCHIEFS turned up, her mo 3 ing. She worked like a dog tak-|sat down. “I hate to eat alore, | know that if they h ¥ dkerehists of washable taf. 100 her figure ing any job, and yet her clothes| don't you? I think people ought | oth ely t em feta, embro 4 with odd little ng flags ov | were shoddy, her eyes mournful, | to talk while theyre eating, al-| leserve to lose them. So had Tir ograms are very dainty ac lierself would have py and nelther rouge nor powder could | ways. Otherwise it seems such a me like | “BIG PARADE,” SHE CRIED, “WE'RE GOING TO TIA JUANA!" !give her face the cream and' melancholy business, somehow my heard Chatterer calling him L No ¢ ook at