New Britain herald., 1927-01-29
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school teacher of 22. is anything but the flip kind of girl you would expect to be movie-struck. How ever that Is exactly what she Is. For years she has been dreaming of going to Hollywood to break into" pictures.
 The only drawback Of her ambi- ton is lack of moneH for she is extravagant, and money has a way of slipping through her fingers like water.
 She asks her father and her ! spinster Aunt Gertrude to lend her some money to take her to Holly wood. But they both refuse to let her have cent for such wild goose chase" So does Andrew Jer- rold, who's in love with her and wants her to stay at home and marry | him. l Finally, just before school opens one September. Boobies chance comes. Mrs. Parkins, well-to-do widow with whom Boobies widowed father is In love, lends her the money she wants, much to MT. Ran soms displeasure. He, like Andy, believes that woman's place Is the ! home.
 In Hollywood Robbie finds a com- ! fortable room at the home of Mrs. ! Mangan, who's just as peculiar as she can be. She makes a god of her house, and always looks like an over worked drudge, herself. She allows the four girls who room in her house to use her kitchen, and they 1 keep their food in separate tin box es, to Boobies endless amusement. Mrs. Mangan is as finicky as an old i maid.
 One of the girls. Stella Delroy, an extra girl in the movies. Through her, Robbie sees the casting direc- for at the Magnifca Studios, a Mr. Ebbinger. and leaves her name and | telephone number with him. While Robbie is in his office. a good look ing director named Angus Some- thing or other, who had been point ed out to her by Stella, pauses at the door and stares at her. A few hours later a telephone call comes to Bob bic from the Magnifica Studios. She breathlessly tells Mrs. Mangan she is sure it is from MT. Ebbinger. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI l Miss Ransom?' asked the deep voice at the other end of the wire. Robbie took 1t for granted that the voice belonged to MT. Ebbinger. Telephone voices sound pretty much alike, anyway And so it was not until hours later that she found she wasn't talking to Ms. Ebbinger at all-but to someone else.
 Yes, MT. Ebbinger." she an- swered eagerly.
 The deep voice began to hurl questions at her, and she managed to answer them calmly, although i her brain was whirling. Yes, she could be at the Magnitica Studios the next morning at eight-thirty sharp. Yes, she had an evening dress of her own. Yes, it was new and right up to the minute, and she had silver slippers and a lace fan, too.
 "Goodby. and thanks very much, Mir. Ebbinger," she said when all the questions had been asked and answered.
 She changed the receiver back on its hook, and stood there with her fingers pressed hard against her temples. for a minute. Could it really be true? Did she really have job in the movies? It seemed like dream she was caught in
 well, it certainly didn't take you very long to get started, did it?" the thin voice of Mrs. Mangan jerked her back to earth.
 Mrs. Mangan had gone back to her sitting room window where she was sewing green null ruffling onto new white organdy curtains. The thin silky null kept catching on her work-roughened fingers as she worked.
 Bibbie stood looking down at her. Mrs. Mangan went drab and down-at-heel and unlovely in order that her curtains might be fresh and snowy, her floors shining like glass, and her whole house a thing of beauty and a joy forever.
 She wore faded house dresses that showed her wrinkled neck, pulled her ilair back into a dull hard knob at the back of her head, and never used a grain of powder on her colorless face.
 Where most women might get a kick" out of life by dressing themselves in their best and gad- ding about, Mrs. Mangan got hers by staying at home and fussing with her house and the little gar- den plot behind it.
 She had no vanity and no beauty. But she worshiped beauty.
 Her round eyes, that always made Robbie think of entrants stuck Into bread dough. were fas- tened now at the girls eagor flushed face in rapt admiration.
 Land sakes!" But it's no won- der you got a call right away. Miss Ransonl." she said. You ought 10 land In the movies right If anybody ever did. You've got what I'd call a regular movic-face. Big eyes, nice features and that lovely hair! I never saw such hair on a human. What do you do to it to make it that color?"
 Not a thing" Robbie answered coolly. She had often been asked that question before. You know, I've been a school teacher up till now, and school teachers aren't supposed to bleach their hair any more than they're supposed to smoke cigarettes.
 "A school teacher!" Mrs. Man.