The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-10-09

= SELF up ana GOWN broadway
- hunting for a job.
She went from one manager to
another just as fast as she could go.
She started out with Bob Lingard,
whose show, "F'rills," was breaking
all records on Broadway. And she
ended with the manager of a cheap
burlesque show on Fourteenth st.
It was the manager Of the bur
lesque show who told her what was
wrong with her.
Now, listen, kid" he said to her,
showing his brown derby hat back on
his head. You're pretty but you
amt got nothin'! Some's tall and
lean, some's short and fat-but they
gotta have somethin'. You can't be
Just a cake O. ice, and get away with
it in the show BUSINESS"
Gloria went away puzzled. What
did the man mean. that she was
a cake of ice? Perhaps he meant
that she wasn't a type, like Kit
Cameron. that she looked like any
other pretty girl.
So she tried to look different.
She brushed all the wave out of her
hair, and plucked her eyebrows until
they were only a thin black line.
But no one had a job for her. Her
money was all gone. She sold her
rings and her wrist-watch.
Every morning she would start
out, with a prayer in her heart. And
every night shaF would drag herself
back to her hotel room. tired and
dirty and discouraged, sick at heart.
They said that Broadway was
naved with broken hearts, Well,
hers was one of them, Gloria told
herself bitterly as the days went by.
Why couldn't she land a job, she
wondered.
Wasn't she really as pretty as
Dick had always said she was? was
he the only man in the world who
could see her beauty?
To all these theatrical men was
she Just one more stage-struc. girl?
-. 1t began to look that way to
Gloria.
She wondered if she dared go back
to Dick, who loved her. oh, what
a fool she had been ever to leave
him!
But would he take her back? Oh!
Would he?
m HE sat one night at her
window looking down into
~ the moth-brown twilight OF
West Eleventh st. She rubbed her
face and neck with cold cream, to
remove the CRIME Of New York
from her soft white skin. She
polished her nails.
Tears filled her eyes and ran down
her cheeks, making little burrows In
the cold cream on them. The sobs
that she had been choking back for
DAVIS. burst from her, suddenly.
"Oh. what am 1 going to do? What
am I going to do?" she walled over
and over. Despair covered her ike
a cloak of darkness.
It was at that moment that the
telephone rang.
Gloria sat up and looked at it,
curiously.
Who could be calling her?-Stan
Wayburn? Kit Cameron?-Probably
only the hotel manager, to ask her
why she didn't pay her bill! 1t was
overdue. ...
Hello" she said YEARLY.
A mans deep voice answered her.
Bob Lingard speaking" he said
briefly.
Bob Lingard! The producer of
"Frills" .Gloria's heart gave
wild leap.
She had left her telephone num-
Der with Lingard a week ago. But
she had never expected to hear from
him again. And now-this!
He wanted her to go out to dinner
with him, to talk business, he said.
ITO talk business! That means a
Job! Gloria laughed to herself, as
she left the telephone. She danced
ardkfnd the room for very lightness
Of heart.
She smiled joyously into her mir
ror as she dressed.
Listen and don't say much.
that's the way to make a hit with
mann Sne knew. AIlu she uAdhC a
hit with Lingard that night II she
, never opened her mouth!
Gloria rubbed the tiniest bit OF
rouge on her cheeks, and busted her
nose with powder. She didn't want
to look "made-up%
She had learned that the more
fresh and natural a girl was, the
more chance she had on Broadway
There were too many painted beau
ties there. They all looked alike.
She was blooming like a half
opened rose when she met Lingard
in the lobby Of her little hotel at
o'clock She looked up at him
shyly, and smiled her greeting.
Bob Lingard was tall, heavy-set
man with bulldog jaw. His brown
eyes bulged a little. In her secret
soul, Gloria thought him repulsive.
But she did not finch when he
drew her arm through his. They
stepped out into the warm May
night.
Fl INGARD'S gray roadster was
III drawn up at the curb.
WHITTIER away?" he asked
plea sanity