New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 28, 1929, Page 16

i I, s oy RS e ] RO TN ORI 17 B 5 1 A 0L rd music publis vood as Hollywood ha: today it is al card. A successful re songs in a day than an arm er could in a year The craze for * in the new medium has opened a dozen indepen dent stuc ed intact. vues are being ma origi in churches on Sundays from the screen, by nationally famous divines. e crambling to be wi a the advent of the radio o being pat to weave any of a million plo . but it work the mini to worry about. Every ext be “discovered” and shot to rdom. When only pulchritude was the test, there wasn't one who wasn't confident that if ever the great opportunity would be ready and her bag. But ! Well, hopes to came, she » way the companies have hop sical comedy productions for the 1 back fe for at. become On the mosp rather | other h sh for the ext i, the | are about washed up, which releases She has a little more Unapproachable, I:npeccable, Was Holding Onz of Nancy’s Hands in Both of His who demanded to Creux, the Immaculate, scarcely see him at all. ,y reflectors always have that eff He asked her n ng-girl comedies anyhoc room not effulged wi you see— from his chair ond de- —whether she had ever ¢ or spoken for trical work she had done in theatr you're a remuriabl she sang—through the verse—m:to the Some of these days, you'ie aoin' to miss You are certainly a gorgeous Some of these days, yowll feel so funny, U you did, you wouldn’t he You'll miss my luggin hi Thank the Fates, Directors Could No Longer Shout! it a L to a du prof | « y H ormers while then I'm what [ wanted so much {o what 1 came here to “How serious is it? Is he anybody?” i m—yet.” abou , I suppose?” " »—and he acts so— “] think so. He cared enough for 1 didn’t X But e to ask me to marry h :nough for him to I cared enough for him not to say no . . . figure it out for yourself.” “l have. You don’t care for him. el “1 might bave learned to care for That kind of education is no good. You mean you might have to him. When a learned to get us man and a girl get to the stage of a n- the y that posal and the an tancous and no—and making that fillum in there, or are they trying her out?” snapped one of the extras, after hour on_the three quarters of mourner’s bench outside Creux’s door. “] think they had to rewrite it be- ey started shooting,” suggested r. maybe, that hand-picked nad to have her face lifted fir fore they could risk a closeup. She’s thirty if she’s a minute—she’s been around these lots ten years—I've heard,” spoke the third. “And here we sit like outcasts—" “Cast-outs, you mean—" “Did you see the way he gingled her out of all of us? I didn't see any dia- monds in her teeth or any radium in her eyes.” “If you ask me, tha girl’s got neth- ing—positively nothing! Straw color kair like her don't register. Her nose is to small and her eyes are, well— negative, if you know what | mean.” “I've heard that said about her be- fore. I've worked with her. Say, with one cross before the eamera, both of us, I showed her up. All my fricnds said so. She's got ne screen per- sonality.” “They say she can warble.” “1f she can—and she don’t look it— why does she have to shg a whele opera for him in there before he finds it out?” , “Say—maybe it's a necking party.” “Go on! Not Creux' He wouldnt hold Anita Paige’s hand, that crab. I've seen girls try to babyvamp him that'd make her look like Sophie Tucker. Not that hard-to-get beezark.” “No—he's got the cleanest rep in the racket.. He's notoriou~!” “Say, baby, | got a few looks, my- self. And I've found 'em: all pretiy much on the up-and-up that way.” “Sure. That fresh stuff goss good in the chump magazines. I’ve’been in- sulted by a lot of directors—when they didn’t hire me—and *hat's the only in- sults 1 get. What g good-looking ex- tra in Hollywood needs irost these days isn’t a bulldog of a chaperon— it's a good agent or & frierd that can get her past doore going in, not com- ing out.” “Ych—Ilike this door, right hers.” “You bet. She ai<’t fighting to get out.” “No-—we're fightiniz to get in.” “Fighting nothing—waiting.” “Wel, I'm mad enougn to fight. And in another minute I'll be too mad to wait. I'll just get up ana lea¥e ‘em flat—"" “Put on the brakes, sister. Yon ain’t goin’ nowheres.” “But we can't sit here from now on forever. What is the parking law in this zone?” “You stay till you get a ticket.” “If you're lucky.” “Or the air.” “1f you ain't lucky.” s s The door opened. Creux, the immaculate, the unap- proachable, the impeccable, was hold- ing one of Nancy's hands in both ef his. He was looking down into her in- genuous eyes, earneatly, emotionally, intensely. She was returning the glance, up- ward, earnestly, emotionally, in- tensely. No one had ever seen Creux with such an expression before, Nancy had never found one such as she now displayed before. The archness, the phoney coyness, the affected diffidence—all wiped away. She carried no “ticket”—the en- gagement slip. She had net asked what her bit would pay, or when re- hearsals started, or what she was to wear, or—anything pertaining to “The Singing Teacher.” . The door closed on its strong spring behind them. Past the waiting lme of girls they strolled, concentrated, preoccupied in ona another 28 against the whole world. Across the long terra cotta corridor they continued—and out. The cast-out jumped up with one accord. As they dribbled through the outer portal they saw Creux, in his snappy roudster, with Nancy cuddled beside him, starting off. “Of all the—what the—how the— I never was so—" “Never even gave us a rumble— never said one word!"” “Baby, that was archaic—a silent moving picture!” ©