Evening star., 1924-12-07

| enough in me to SO to all this
| trouble and work.
BE yourself, Mollie! Warren and
the boss are satisfied that there's s
big money in you and they're spend
| ing a little to get II out. That's all.
And you can bet that Warren will
| manage to go flfty-fifty on all he
saves the boss by getting you cheap
| You know his game. Look at Mat
son, Berry and Blaine. He got two
| or three years of their very best, and
| they never saw any real money till
| they got loose from the contracts
he had ribbed UP for them. You
| don't want to be another one of his
| bound girls, do your
mo, ! suppose not. But" Then
she stared over my shoulder like she
saw a ghost stalking me. I turned
| around--and there was Warreni He'd
| got 1t ali! / could tell that by the
| expression Of his eyes. He simply
was seething with poison.
He turned on MoIlie. rs this
he asked, jabbing his cane in my di-
rection, 'is this something that be-
longs to your
body had got her goat "Why-why,
that's Mr.. Mccain" she suffered.
| "Yes?"
"well-he-he's an old friend. He's
the casting director who first hired
/ me. He's the one who told you about
| me-"
II see. part of your past that
| proposes to be a part OF your future
your prosperous future. I'll tell
you later what to do with him.
| Then he turned around, swinging his
cane, and sauntered off toward the
| ONCE.
X y X
| I'VE always regretted that / didn't
| obey my impulse to reach out and
! get him then and do some Indian club
exercises with him. But I let him
| walk off unharmed while / bleated
| around Mollie-looking as cheap as
l felt. l expect. The result was that
| Warren had time to get to the boss
| and leave orders for me to be fired
| pronto. and get safely away before
1 found II out.
| The Official executioner did me the
/ honor of suggesting that maybe Id
| better run right on home and not
try to make any adieux around the
studio that day.
| ! shuts him off "If there's any
! body here that wants to weep over
my getting canned they can look me
| up to do II. And I'll tell you some
thing else-fring me is one whale
of joke-on the Beaux Arts. You'll
! find IL out, by and by. And now"
| / says. my personal compliments to
| the boss. Warren and all the rest of
| that pack, and tell them that I said
they could all go to the devil"'
| Yes, / did--me, told him that
and / meant It, And I'll let you in
on a little secret and show you how
1 got that way. I'll let you read it.
Jack Rabbit Springs,
| Coyote County, Kans.,
! Box No. 313. r. F. ID. IS,
July 2s, 1922.
| Mr.. Mckinley Mccain.
| Los Angeles, Calf.
| Dear Son:-well. son. | take my
pencil in hand to write you a few
! lines today. we'll son. your ma
| kinda thought | otta write you about
| a surprise we got for you. ben he
| wanted that l should Telegraph you
! but / figgered / couldn't tell you all
| about II in ten words so | didn't
Well son. you remember where old
| spots pen was about forty yards
| south of the old elm tree. we'll sor.
J just so foot north of the northeast
| corner post of old spots pen was
where some pennsylvania fellers ask
| ed me could they drill a. prospect
hole. and l said yes. well son. yes
terday saturday at 243 PM they
| gouged her through the missippi
| lime and we heard her roaring clear
| over at the baldwin road where ben
and me was trimming hedge and ]
says to ben, ben they hit her and
ben he was arunning well son. II
| spouted higher than the old elm and
splattered down so foot beyond the
silo. somehow the news got out. gos-
sips probably, and hundred fellers