The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 27, 1922, Page 11

PAGE 11 BY STANLEY TURDAY, MAY 27, THE SEATTLE STAR 1922 OUR BOARDING HOUSE | THE OLD HOME TOWN 7 Now THATS THE COMPLEXION CREAM MISS HERZOG, AND THIS ISTHE SKIN Food = trs MADE IN FRANCE AND I WAS A BIT TIMID ABOUT USING rT AT FIRST BECAUSE YoU KNOW How DARING THE FRENCH BY AHERN 7, Hevy'Vve USE / EVERYTHING | on THEIR FACES BUT AN EMERY WHEEL! |, ADA, ‘CHAMELEON Now “THERE's * LAVENDER AND < OLD LACE TRYIN’ “JUST FANCY ¥4 To COAX “TH! BLOOM Now L MUST [-] OF YOUTH BACK FoR | GET SOME NI ENCORE = “THEY = tT" MIGHT AS WELL TAKE acaaidiineid THAT BEAUTY OIL AN) TRY 1D MASSAGE YO GET A ted \ HOLD ON THERE": ck LOUIS JOSEPH VAN OT by Leute Joseph Verse, BrOIN Hr After five years of married lita TODAY weak-wit? mma t i TT REALLY HAS HELPED - t oO nb promin a ee ae tS ee SKIN LOTION! WASH BOARD which promise n and drunkenness had combined | wite mise to reform is prevented ¢ Nel follows her ng to Rene} \MY SKIN WONDERFULLY - nda to leave him ining her from ge ‘On the train Lucinda te think! Une Man Who assiated her . ts going to Hollywood, where & motion p | m Bel is also on the UMMERLAND, Epprominent rereen eter ON ie ene |. rein, LYNN ‘8 sTORY Beated in section 10, waiting for}to find the right woman to watch he porter to bring back his personal | over and advise him, An interesting c room | 22>, for the right woman | pAmpedimenta from the drawing-room | oe tibecauny hanes wae Harry Lontaine turned a handsome) thar it would be a job to interest J to the window, frowning absent | her. of thought, An absurd turn § the nervous frown of a man Whose cleverness has never proved Quite equal to the task of eatixfy ing appetites at once strong and fas- us Sohage worth knowing .. - Misreading his expression, Mr. | in this sec Peeting to find « lady the bridge table set up that after-| Roon in the Lontaine drawing-room, | invited by Lontaine as an acquaint ance of Lucinda’s, and a grateful at” (as Fanny confided to Lucinda) | But fair spoken and well, if at times @ shade carefully, mannered, he was | intelligent and ready of wit. | “By nightfall of the second day it (f was possible for Lucinda to make up | her mind that she liked Lynn Sum Merlad decidedty. True that he was f) mot of her world; but then neither é was she herself, any longer, tn this the administration building. But |hope you would, I'd go down on my anomalous stage of the apostate here Lucinda noted few pointe of knees to you. Oh, not to act for ‘wife, neither wife nor widow, not clone resemblance to the Culp sta Culp, but for me; or rather, for your: , even honest divorces. dion. A field several acres in extent, self, as the head and the star of If Summeriad’s character as she read it had faults, if an occasional crudity flawed his finish. these things were held to be condongble in view of his youth. He seemed rid feulously young to Lucin@a but sure to Improve with age, sure to take on polish from rubbing up against life. Feepecially if he were so fortunate as Star of the American cinema. A per. | **"¥" Lynn Summeriad made a fourth at | had wasted time he really didn't know, Unless, of course, its incentive had lain in naclousness of Summeriad’s naive One couldn't very well on it Why aptivation From this delectable realm the| Overlook that. He was #0 artless | was recalled by consciow | about it, boyish, and—well—nice, It} Ress of somebody standing in the W4s most entertaining. aisle and staring impertinently. Lon It was also, if truth would out, far taine was too diligent a student of | from displeasing. Motion pictures not to know at sight “lve got a great favor to beg of the features of Lynn Summeriad, by | YOU Summesiad,” said Lucin B long odds the most popular male/ 4 4s they sat alone—on the ob ion platform one event n't make It too great- and I dise were “Fanny avoid that tion, I may say a friend: a Mra. |4 svod, safe nom de guerre, please.” | Druce. Do you by any chance—?" | “Let's see: Mra. Lontalne cails you | XVI | Cindy - “Short for Lucinda.” “How about Lee? Lucinda Lee “I Uke that But it does sound like the movies, doesn't it?* “What do you expect of a movie she registered the next morning at the Hotel Alexandria in Los Ap goles, On the afternoon of their arrival Lucinda, accompanied by Summeriad and the Lontaines, drove to the Zinn studios, where the famous Summer- lad pictures were taken. The working premises Ixy behind about half in turf, was surrounded by a sizable village of glassrooted stages and structures housing the technical and mechanical depart ments—a laboratory, a costumer’s, property, carpenter and scene-paint ing shops, directors’ offices, dressing. projection and cutting rooms, a gar. age, sheds to shelter motor cars and eecceeeFor You M% A OF THE TWINS joa. “Do may yen." [rien So'T won't say any more than nage ae Senge dnaiaas Sie cater were ARS UP SILL PLAY SAFE AND : “Let mo think ...° this: outside of the Big Four—Mary|{ came back. No one ever knew |? °° a. @ > —=!] Clive Roberts Berton = | And why not? Lucinda asked her land Doug and Chaftie and BN Hart| what became of him. At his ‘home| 7°! Wouldn't do. Selsing a dish ——=|WAIT AN EXTRA MINUTS oo, eerabout, the Man-in-the- Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weatherman, | needed her help, or meemed to, It |do.* Wi. tolling Nancy and Nick|and whispers mischief to the Four |Would be good fun, It would be inter.| “I'm glad to absolve you of the sin |} was only his mother and his little long shadows. ‘The firing grew “ ‘ oti esting, It would satisfy a need of jof boasting, Mr. Summerlad.” sister to fight less, stopped. I suppose that |) met-Legs—the jealous fairy, | Winds. They begin to blow up banks | ds cen aiecontentedly |.“ that did sound funny. ” | when there were no answering thru the sky on a shooting ade him so much trouble. | #94 folks can't see the moon for yet to dream of Inaving Bel. And—|rector waa who gave me my first je nodded, “t the way da even as Fanny had args ff ahe | eng nt: Barry Nolan!* have to mould the bullets while I | work, es his star with thing old Comet-Legs is try-jshould fail and have to give it up. 7 name was apparently known do the shooting. Maybe there| Now, Mamie was a true ploneer. Re ster he goes to| ine hardest of all to do is to discover | who would exre what had become of |to Lontaine, for he exclaimed, “You|} aren't mapy of them and we can | She didn’t rush from the house in much trouble he can | Where I keep my engine-house, where |“Tinda Lee"? don’t mean it! as if no more excit make them think there are a lot | a panic when she saw that the In- all the handies are—handies to “Very well,” he enff@ at length, |ing Information had come to his ears of us in here.” dians had gone. She thought just es he goes to the earth |Sulde the moon with on its travels. |with an uncertain smile, “suppose we |in many days. “Ping!’ the first shot came! what she would do. Her poor Iit- ie tow are so folky| “He's boasted that once he finds |try.” | (Continaed Monday) thru a “chink” tm the wall./ tle arm hurt terribly and her ie Sometime en I'm | them, he's going to make the moon - ~ —-—-- + — — — Mamie shivered, but her little | heart was broken with grief for lcomes here to my house |TUn backwards. He says folks will ee ee ee ite ne ee ee eee fingers flew at the bullet making. | her father and mother, but she my mali and finds out {lke that best { The father moaned, the mother! gathered what food she could find, a sie: totke want “Then they'll put me out and|§ OUR RST pressed her lps to stop their| put some water in a bottle and fe changes the words, ana|™make him the Man-in-the-Moon in|} ; trembling, steadied her arm and| when it began to grow dark, she EM oniight when it's not want my. place.” es | t—_____-__-~~— By a Bride ———~--~-—~ OT tired. opened the door and slipped like ar stay ‘fous. Xie gid Nancy and Nick, you may be sure, . _ , IMT EY Horrid yells from many brown! a wee shadow out into the Sai the time be were all eyes and eur ile Mr.| CHAPTER XXI—KITCHEN CHAOS throats rose deafeningly. Bullets (To Be Continued) ae Seoaaimes he goes and calls on|!'* it was talking. Never had! It was almost dinner time when I 24 houra, since dinner the night be- dinaieaindindinke EE | = By Hal Cochran (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattie Mart state of West Vi A coal producing, state ADVENTURES to Color ® Ceececcccccees TED TRAVELS } 02.2.2: = laughed. “I'm not even an actress rainia has Ey ROMET-LEGS PLOTS TO GAIN CONTROL OF MOON! reir of clouds between me and the eart! rd anything #o strange, “What would happen if the moon were to run the wrong way?” asked | “Arent you runing @ great rink | trucks by the score, tables, a small | jmenage rie, a buge tank for “water stuff,” @ monolithic fireproof vault of } “It is most marvelous, If they're all like this, I don’t wonder people are mad to act in motion pictures If Mr. Culp had promised me anything like this I don't believe I should have had the courage to refuse.” \ “It's not too late to change your |mind, Mrs. Lee.” Lontaine suggested. }“In fact, if I thought there waa any your own company. No, I'm serious. I've been talking with several people today who want me to try producing out here, T can get unlimited capital to ck me. This country ts crying for better pictures—and I know how to make them. I ean bring to the American cinema the one thing it needs, a thoro knowledge of Euro pean methods, There's only one thing makes me hesitate, the lack of “Ab! you forget I"ve seen you prov on the screen what you can do. You don't know yourself, Mra Lea You need only two things to make you| great, a good director and self.conft idence.” making such flattering overtures to an untried, unknown amateur? Don’t worry about me, If IT had any hope of being able to persuade you to try it on, I'd tél! you to name your own terms, and shoulder the [risk without a murmur.” Lontaine's earnestness was #0 real that one might no longer meet his # with levity, ‘There was a 4 look of anxiety in the bine eyes, @ restrained passion of pleading in the ordinarily languid accents. Fanny, too, was apparently hang: ing between hope and fear... And the thought revived that bad once or twice presented itself, the picton that all wax not as well as might wish with the state of the Lontaine fortunes, strengthening the surmise that Luctnda's decision meant more to them both than Lontaine had confemed. and gracious even be BUI one hesitated to believe . . ourishing a | “But you can’t be seri Do you pagne above | rea » to becom dinner table in his bungalow at + actrees r your management?” | poverly Hills Y k of anything T|" ne tonet went by acclamation.|| @& or ball wouldn't do to persuade you.” and Lucinda laughed, at once gra “Why not, Mra. Lee mmerind a th verted and disposed té depre 1 Cc urged. “It would be great fun for the wpirit of these felicitations | * sa By abe! LC wel you; and y t fafl, you can’t lone emature. | oe Page 687 any g. If you only knew how In rase of Culp's recurred unbid- | MORE INDIAN WAR STORIES ferior most stars are to you in every A lot of kids, that’s what wel en, We way ° (Chapter 11) “And if you whould fafl, Cindy.” | \i4 Fanny chimed tn, “what does it mat ter? Who would know? It wouldn't be you, it would be Lucinda Lee.” other “Come, Mra. Lee; say you'll try ft ana on, {f only for the lark of it.” } | wouldn't be for fun.” “So much the better.” “Then you will? Lontaine persist. jan Mrs. She was alone in the world, lonely but for these good friends who aware even In the days when she had |reached home a | Jat the Little F Not until apartment jayhoune, I turned the key of my hand, x “To tomorrow's nm, Linda Lee™ ummerlad, mildly ex- nt to think of oneself as a sort stile. t my work. = Summeriad felt called upon to apolo-| this morning, Bel——Mr, Druce—ts | Bite. sure to follow me to Los Angeles “Beg your pardon, but I was ex.|and make more scenes. I'd like to A . if I can. Help me choose | COUPLE OF VIL morning star of to make pitchers with, a lot of | ba | | It was childish, in a way; on the! it was undeniably pleas | ot eif-confidence. | Summertad had been talking of his | “If I should, Mr. Summertad, { early screen experiences and flashed | ppologetic worst faults we movie actors have, Lee, is talking about our sain- “One of the there's mighty few that drag down as much green money a week as I . You wouldn't guess who the di r that trying day|fore, And I positively hated them, as if they were at fault I rushed into my white uniform | and hurried ab and not 1 I hoped | ele ay ee “THAT WAS A FINE LATE - » ar Qeattle and arrows flew thick as hail- stones, Presently the father lay still, his troubles were over, Then the mother dropped to her knees, Perhaps the Indians knew that | the settlement was prepared haps they were cowards, but they per fuel output thats great. “No,” Lontaine insisted; “I've got! sieeping Beauty of the screen only || didn’t attack the settlement. In-/ ana fell forward on her face. And ranks one oF the ighest as a better screen name than that for iting to be awakened to vivid life |] stead, they sneaked out thru the litte &-yearold Mamie was her, Not Lucinda; Linda Lee. by one wave of the witching wane ‘woods and burned the little lonely | alone—mother, father and brother all killed tn one day by the In- homes on the ranches and mur- | diana, And these same Indians dered the people in thetr beds or! sancing and leaping and yelling on the lonely trails, | about the little home like frends. One lttle boy had gone to the) 4 pullet suddenly struck the pasture for the cows—he never | soft arm of the child and a trickle towel, she tied it tightly about her arm and began to plan her escape. The afternoon sun was casting his father lay sick, and when the Indians reached the house there ‘ari the mother sald, | “we'll do the best we can; you will | shots fre the cabin the warriors thought they had finished their For example, from an artistic standpoint, my little kitchen ts quite It's a tiny room, ever I turned, I began to cry. charming to me. Home = Hon le xPecTeOY With hot tears running down my nose, I took up my frying pan. Re. Sddition to the party because he actor, Mrx. Druce?™ jcement for the storage of film. Played something better than merely, “Mrs. Lee, please.” “Well, Mrs. Lee, what do you think GAME-! SHOULD & good game. “Beg pardon; Mre. Lea” of a California studio? Not much HAVE TAKEN HELEN To GET BAWLED our Not only “fearfully easy to look And it was as Lucinda Lee that | like what you've seen back Maat, eh T FoR COMING HOME 1 } SHOULD HAVE ' A BEEN THERE’ CLL, WHEN THS TGN MINUTGS Surely Jack is the most adorable | wrinkles in his forehead. of husbands. Never from a glance} 1 was glad that the back of the” or a word would I have suspected |davenport was toward the kitehen “Firewor " dec ec aor. | did ememia a “i ¥ ro ~* pas ae. som ame i rst | 3 e x 7 wi wohl what a sad state || tg! re place in a. kind of ‘with @ Pullman table bettwen high-| fore scouring it, I melted the fat ane leueacedne oe heey —— sit : brass the horrid wri ig stars and most likely blow up.| ‘The bed was unmade: Jack's pa ian nag por ign d sagen bes inh backed benches inevitably burned my fingers, nearily| 1 threw off my greasy apron, rate & grt oe Dr. HH. Paddock, Specialist, of /But Comet-Legu is too stupid tol jumas adorned his shoe box; my|oussion of finanoes. ur recent div: | Checked gingham curtains bright | dropped the pan, and spilled the| wiped my eyes and smiled, and “Desinuse, st Kansas City, Mo, hns distributed |know that.” Pe a ted caik Iny [cussion of finanoas wns unthink: }ened my windows and my aluminum | grease down the front of my niceat|snugged down on my grand daven- | the pear * free over 100,000 copies of a booklet| “Why don't you let him find out?” |tathroom was strewn with damp | i a |spoons and saucepans hang on the | white apron! |port. And Jack held me close and Posy sv 1 told you about, on cause and treatment of inflamm. seated Nancy bey og Rome ep AB dP But where to bein? T turned to/ wall gally and handily, And that is exactly all T succeeded /neither of us spoke, Just hatte closing his tactor he expla Hon of thy Gall Bladder and And lowe the moonf* exclaimed my handsome |my kitchen. Never had a pity of| 1 love my pretty kitchen when {t{in accomplishing before my husband | gether, wo seed i to-|“And I was relying on my ihe livers tition Newite, Janne Mr. Peerabout, “Not if I ean help|uren eet and all the it hen pots and pans loomed so formid-|{s in order. But when chaos pre-| came home. eda Penmnnt: 50: ae | Sete nt to pay part: of oun ag, indigestion send r° Dj utensla I owned: were ‘pile: 6 | ably! vails, it's an utterly depressing spec for Jac ? “ad " : for this ¥ vk to Dr. i" sink side by side with my adorable)” J felt that there was some hitch |tacle. Tired out by ihe nt Bei FB cibyase~ Dy dap ie Be Poko ie B Hse Ed lige Med iain S-- ip Box 8W 201, nuas City, Advertisement (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Wedgwood dish | between my intention as a wife and ‘The cooking tuings had stood for | my acchinplishment, and the swing, amazed by the con fusion which confronted me where prise mo, we of town, and had rushed dome to sur- xtravagance. more than most men, He shows it cian,