New Britain herald., 1927-01-29

ly. I've forgotten how 1t feel, to be thrilled about - anything. she said bitterly. Not for . long time did Robbie understand that bitterness of Stella's. and then il was too late to help her. | Besides. it rarely showed itself Most of the time Stella kept a very stiff upper lip. indeed. and told her troubles to no one-not even i by a hint.
 The next morning at quarter past eight, Robbie stood at the door of the casting office at the Magniflca Studios.
 At half past eight she walked into the office with eleven other girls who had been waiting with her on the sidewalk under big pepper tree that shaded the door way.
 MT. Ebbinger's stenographer-a dashing brunei who looked like a bathing beauty-gave her a slip of paper with her name on it and paid no further attention to her.
 Where do I go?" Robbie asked a pert blue-eyed girl who had come in with her.
 The blue-eyed one looked her up and down, for a moment, as ikshe were sizing her up. Then she Sang out to Mir. Ebbinger: Say, Ebby, where does this girl go? With me? Why doesn't some body take charge of things around here. anyway? Honest, this office hasn't got no more system than a Bolshevik railroad"
 Miss Ransom's for stage num- i Der three" said the brunei stenog- rapher coldly. taking look at Boobies slip.
 Come on. then, honey, haul your thips out of here and follow me-" the blue-eyed girl ordered Robbie, and Robbie obediently followed her out of the casting office out into the sunshine.
 Down a long white alley they went to white plaster building at the very end. Above doorway hung a sign that creaked when the wind moved it. Upon it was paint ed, "Women's Dressing Rooms"
 up we go." cried Monica, shov- ing Robbie through the doorway Within was a flight of wooden steps that led to the second floor.
 The dressing room was bare and enormous. Around its walls ran a row of looking glasses with rough shelves and stools before them. Some of the girls had laid their tin makeup boxes on the shelves. and were getting ready to make up their faces.
 Others were just stepping out of their short scant street dresses. They called to each other, as if they had all known each other for a long time = and Robbie would have felt out of place and embar- rassed without the blue-eyed girl.
 Sit down here next to me-" she ordered. "and tell me your name. I never saw you before, did I?"
 Robbie shook her head.
 This is my first time in a stu dio," she confessed. and l don't know what to do. Help me out a bit, will you?"
 My names Monica Mont" the blue-eyed girl said shortly T asked you yours"
 A blank look suddenly came into her eyes, and she stood up and leaned out of the open window be- side her.
 Robbie turned her head to see what or whom she was looking at. Across the courtyard came a young man in a tan shirt and knickers. Angus MacCloud!
 His light blue eyes were on the two girls in the window above him. But no shadow of expression crossed his face as he watched them. They might have been a pair of Kewpie dolls set up on the window sill, so far as he was con- cerned.
 He tElnkS neS wonderful be- cause he's helping Schultz with this picture" Monica sneered. as she dropped back on to her stool, but he's just one of these Holly wood cowboys, after all. The poor simp!"
 Robbie stared at her. puzzled.
 Don't you know what a Holly wood cowboy is?" Monica asked.
 She shook her head.
 Why, he's sheik. A parlor pink. A lady-killer. and Angus thinks he's one" Monica explained. T used to know him, but he's for gotten 1t. Come here and I'll show you how to put that grease-paint