Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-05
WHO'S WHO I'M THE STORY

WHO'S WHO In THE STO8x
ARCHIE LAvEROCK. the ''arrant
Rover" who is through with girls
in his mid-twenties! This mood
thinks, from some brutal villains
LUCY JOY, good looking, piquant.
poised. She has won a big prize in
the 'prettiest English girl" contest
and is noted film actress. Archie
has merely saved her from some
cinema rufiians.
Gay, Feather. Drained Folk.
Here n large wink from the sea-
blue eye nearest the visitor.
Il say, wilt try one of these choco-
lates Mr.. Laverock?" He handed n
satin box rather larger than a
hassock. Are these from the in
fatuated General, Lu? What a
judge. l shall wangle him to"
frankie, don't talk the whole
time, nobody else gets a word in"
demonstrated the pretty Aunt In
vain. The middy's half-broken
baritone held forth.
What is it to be a celebrity's
brother. BY Jove. d'you know I
can jolly we'll do anything l like in
our wardroom these last two months,
just because everybody in the ship,
from skipper down. is so mad keen
what I've planned for the next
Albert Hall dance? I'm going as
Miss Lucy JOY, the Daily Periscope
Beauty Competition Winner. Any
body'd take me for her in q dinky
hat and side curl and an evening
skirt by Elspeth Phelps-wouldn'
they take me for her, Mummie?"
''Oh, yes! Wouldn't they take him
for me-" in mock indignation from
tho girl. Especially about the
hands and feet! Wouldn't they"
Il can get into your shoes, Miss!
Bet YOU can get into your shoes
She and the sixteen year-old
brother squabbled and ruiiled it like
two fighting lue-tits; Archie.
amused and enjoying, tried to keep
up with their laughing dispute
through the piercing cries of the
parrot. the parked appeals of the
puppy for more cake, and the two
simultaneous monologues now in
full swing from Mummie and
Auntie, each directed at the guest.
Isn't it wonderful about Lucy"
the mother began as If to an old
family friend. You see, It's not
only looks. 1t is talent as well.
Everybody knows it's talent. Every
body says she's the coming Mary
Pickford-"
Tho Aunt was prattling proudly.
Il shall always say | began IT.
did say. We might as well send in
II photograph of Lucy. she's much
prettier than any of those pictures
in Edwin Neames' of languishing
minEes wandering in hayfelds.
dressed in chiffon motor-veils, and
they I'll laughed, but / would send
1.-THE photograph frankie took of
her in the punt. just an amateur
snapshot, But ! always say"
You know" the mother babbled
none of us had ever been on the
stage or anything! Just the most
ordinary people who've always gone
straight into the army or the navy
because their people have never
done anything clse!"
Archie nodded; his own people
lad been like that.
NO influence or anything, ours
hadn't. Just were beloved by their
men, did their duty, got killed very
hravely. dear things! and all that
Nobody ever heard of any of her
family either on her fathers side.
the Aunt told Archie, cor ours.
We'd never known anybody moro
important than just the colonel OF
the regiment And now!
Everybody Staff Foreign Office,
people in Downing Street 1" The
world and his wife. Literally
everybody in London wants to know
U.s."
NO end OF grand people suddenly
remembering they were at Sand
hurst with poor Tom, or that they'd
once met us when we went over TO
see frankie at Dartmouth" took
up the mother. The child goes
everywhere, invited everywhere. 80
Flocks of people as rich as Croesus,
yes, and nice people, too making such
n fuss of her! Ever since the portrait
came out in the papers, and the inter-
views, and the paragraphs about
all those offers from cinema firms!
It's been almost too much. She
scarcely has Il moment to herself
apart from her work. Never was a
girl SO feted. on the stage or off.
For the last two months she's been
just the rage"
This Archie Laverock could be-
lieve. He glanced at this house
hold Idol sitting among her cushions
with the wind in her hair, the sun
on her face, painted. yet unspoiled;
her brother was still teasing her.
but in all alteration; the dogs at her
feet still kept worshipful eyes
fastened upon her; still, still her
mother and aunt sang her praises
and the young man, listening, was
taken back to that moment when
he had found himself putting out Il
hand to help her light from his car,
more quickly than even he had
ever performed that courtesy for
any woman yet.
Suddenly, instinctiveiy. he knew
that for this cynosure- girl here
there must be always a surround"
of mascline hands held out just that
uuarter-second more readily than
for other women.
Hands, waiting eagerly beside the
car, the launch. the doors ofNthe
Ritz; hands to held her wraps, to
help put her furs about her, to
proffer sheaves of flowers. Hands
always. always at once. She
carried the atmosphere of that sort
of thing about with her. he thought;
was 1t because she was the Beauty
Prize Winner? Or was she the
Beauty Prize winner because of It?
"Pring-" sounded telephone
bell through the open window of
the blue painted bungalow. frankie
broke off his teasing to bolt in three
strides up the shallow steps; then
4 III IL, l. - a.