Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-09-22
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CHAPTER XVII

DERRY came back and excused him
- self to me just as l began to work !;
the girl-hsr name was Clarics Burns
wanted TO SEQ the whole studio, and he
was going TO show Il to her.
Malcolm Sandy was standing near,
and evidently noticed the incident and
had some idea Of how felt, for he
came over 10 me directly afterward.
WANT to 20 TO q party tonight,
"oh, id love toi" I cried; It al.
most seemed as II the fatigue dropped
off like cloak. What Is 1t, and
who's going?'
"Wait for me when you finish these
stills and III take you home and tell
you on tho way" he answered,
smiling.
1 hadn't been to a real party since
I'd como 70 New York. and l was truly
excited nt the prospect of going to this
one. Even after Derry came and we
we're engaged Mr.. Sandy hadn't let me
go around, except to the most sedate
chaperoped me. So you can imagine
how I felt as we rolled along through
the twilit streets. Mr.. Sandy told
me that this affair was to be given
In an apartment I'd always heard about
but never seen, and that just about
every one would be there.
New York Is full Of such places as
that apartment. 1t IS on the top floor
OF one Of the most beautiful Office build
ings I've ever seen wonderful sky
sCraper II Is, with lines so exquisitely
beautiful that when you see its slim
white shaft against the evening sky
you are as thrilled as II you were look
ing at a wonderful statue.
] had hard time deciding what 10
wear; my evening gowns had been
chosen for the screen, you see, and 80
they were shades Of yellow and pur-
ple-yellow screens white and purple
photographs black. And neither of
those shades Is especially becoming to
me.
So got my nodiste on the phone and
told her that I had to have something
that evening" the party wouldn't begin
till II, and I knew that II she had to,
she could make me something before
then. And that's exactly what she
did.
had my dinner in bed; II was
nothing but a bowl Of soup and heaps
of fresh vegetables made into salad,
and fruit for dessert. And / killed
two birds by glsnc,ng through my fan
mail while ] ate. wasn't so very
we'll known then. but ! got some mail,
and I liked to read it; even yet | read
as much Of II as ] can.
Then the mOdiste came. and l had
hot bath that steamed with the odor
OF pine bath salts, and washed my face,
and ran wet comb through my hair,
and got into some lingerie. And she
unrolled a bolt Of the most gorgeous
turquoise crepe meteor ever hope TO
see, and filled her mouth with pins
she must be descended from a sword
swallower, I'm sure-and made by
gown. right on me.
1t was draped as some of Gloria
Swanson's are, though 1t wasn't quite
so exotic. But I've always been con-
vinced that Cecil de Mile got the idea
for the npglIgee Gloria and Bcbe Dan
ieIs wore in "Why Change Your Wife"
from that gown of mine. You remem-
bor. probably. what he said to Claire
West who designs the gowns for his
productions. cant remember the
exact words, hut they were to the effect
that he wanted gown that would make
a man love the woman who wore it,,
and feel an irresistible desire to hold
her in his arms, just because Il was
so sleek looking and lovely and gor-
gsous TO touch-intriguing. suppose,
people would call it now.
know how dothes DO, sometimes, No1
only .dif n bring 0ue amber hshts IN
my hair, and dsspn my syss Win