Evening star., 1922-09-10
BY GRACE HARDEN.

ldhe d Sny At the tOftOlSe-SncllcO,
overgrown. back-numbered finale
hoppers who backfire at US just
because we flappers have noodles tina t
! aren't filled with sachet powder.
decided, out west. where l lived and
| went to school. that some one would
| appreciate me and my fapper ways.
Hence. in the cold-creamed seclusicn
| of eiderdown and western electrics,
meaning my home and the home town,
l determined to prove that we have
| infinite brain assets to cover our flap
per liabilities. Here goes.
I came into town and inflicted my
self upon a music teacher friend, and
her studio apartment, so that on the
Monday morning following my ar
rival, with some clothes, $3.50 and the
world before me to conquer, started
teeing off. 1 wrote replies to five ad-
vertisements and scanned the tele-
phone book for a list OF movie COM
panies and theatrical agencies.
called first at a studio. The man
looked at me. My platinum fox and
chiffon velvet outfit s:ill was good
He smiled. He arose. He said: Your
face is not familiar"
l sat down. l have been thinking
seriously about the films 'Is there
any openine-any worthwhile open
ing at present." 1 asked
Tho man chewed at q vicious cigar.
You do know what to do with your
hands and feet. anyway Take a
good still? Lots Of wardrobe? Any
experience:
Yes. A little. No. no experience,
but l can furnish excellent personal
references"
The man looked at me. almost sus-
piciously. We're putting on a beach
scene tomorrow" He was lingering
what l thought was a contract, but
it wasn't. I thought he'd give il to
me. but he didn't. BE at the studio
O'Clock sharp. in the morning, and
bring bathing suit"
My cheeks began to register $50
degrees in the shade, but my hopes
dropped below zero. 1 was about to
protest, when he interrupted me-he
seemed to read my mind
Nope. I'm afraid to take a chance"
came from the lips around the vicious
cigar. NO experience. and 1 think
you're little too thin. You're the
right ingenue type. but 1 think you
are just little bob-haired romancer
out on lark. Are you sure your
grandmother knows where you are?"
We'll. if my grandmother knew the
extent to which I am charging my
personal audience. to be frank with
you. it would disturb her more than a
little"
Say, you're a live wire. Come on
out to lunch. l believe you have some
brains. after ALL"
Il have got some brains, but they
| require at least little cooperation.
No lunch. thank you. Good morning.
X \ X
A T one of the large business houses
there were several poorly dressed
girls waiting to see the employment
manager. One OF them spoke to me.
II hope they'll take me- she said
anxiously. I'm a good worker and
they must pay well. The girls here
dress beautifully" She was right. The
girls were exceedingly well dressed
Allen street copies of Partisan models.
The manager questioned me about
my age, religion, etc. Now" he con-
tinued. Il am always glad to take on
girls who live at home. The salary is
| $50 a month. When can you start in?'
The position demanded intelligence.
education and the ability to do lot
of things. and do them quickly.
Indeed" I blurted out. "No won
der you want to hire girls who live
at home. 1 suggest you advertise for
those whose income from their es-
tates alone provides them a suite at
the Ritz and a Crewster custom-built
limousine. You employ girls whose
sole aim in working is to clothe
themselves more extensively than
! their parents are able to, and thus
! Won have inspired the reputation for
! paying, not only living. but good sal
aries. It's the middle-class girl who
! instead of seeking a complete educa-
tion, leaves school and goes to work
(! thus exhausting the commercial value
of the real working girl. You"
I'm afraid you won't do. You're
napper anyway. and 1 don't approve
of your type" the man interrupted.
Tho disapproval is mutual"
agreed. 81 must clothe myself. eat
and live, and 1 doubt the possibility
of it's being done on $12 a week"
Now that man was an honest, Cod