New Britain herald., 1927-01-28
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A man wearing long beard an long hair came along behind then l and stopped to buy a Hamburgel sandwich at the hot dog stand or Vine street.
 Robbie stood stock still ant stared at him.
 Who on earth is he?" she asked Stella, who shrugged her shoulders and looked world-weary.
 "Oh, just one of the extras ir some Biblical movie they're put ting on over at the Magnifica Stu dio" she explained in drawl The towns full of 'em. Make you think of the House of David, don't they?" They went on
 Purple-blue twilight came down over the wide white street, and yellow lights began to sparkle and 1 twinkle on the hills above the town. A wind blew the salt smell of the ocean into the street, and the pepper trees in Q lot filled with fused" automobiles began to sway gently.
 Robbie caught her breath sharp ly at the sight of them-of those second hand automobiles with For Sale" signs painted on their windshields. Somehow they made her think of Andy Jerrold. His face came before her - his brown clean-shaven face with its flashing teeth and friendly gray eyes. Andy Andy.
 Then the sight of a window they were passing swept Andy from her mind. It was filled with shoes. that window. And such shoes! The kind of shoes that Hollywood buys and wears and 'gets away with" Shoes with three-inch heels of colored leather Shoes with ankle straps of gold kid. Shoes of pale green suede pale rose kid. Braided leather shoes for beach wear. Bright scar let shoes for dancing. Blue kid shoes for street wear that is. for street wear in Hollywood.
 T must have a pair!' she sigh ed. stopping in front of them. Did you ever see anything so ador- able in your life as those green ones."
 "Never!" agreed Stella Delroy, equally enchanted, but don't start looking at clothes or you'll go crazy in this town Come on, let's find place to eat. I'm as hungry as a hunter.'
 They went to Carlton and Arm strong's famous little restaurant where most of the movie stars have lunched or dined at some time or other They sat against the wall on a soft cushiony seat, and ate creamcd chicken and peach ice cream and black coffee.
 If you were grossly rich, Stella explained, you went to the Mont martre restaurant across the street. The movie stars went there on We'd nesday nights and Saturday moons, and all the sightseers went too, to look at them.
 Some day they'll be going there to look at you and me, l don't think" Stella said with an upward glance from her green tlecked eyes.
 Then she brooded. T shouldn't have said that" she added. You may get by-you may go big if you ever get your chance in pictures. IF-thats the rub--IF!"
 She turned on her suddenly:
 How old arc you?" she snapped, fork in mid-air.
 Twenty two" Robbie answered.
 "You don't look it." Stella Del roy, whose real name was Riggs, answered. You look like a baby.'
 That wasn't true. Robbie didn't look like a child, but she had kept the tender mouth and the clear in nocent eyes of a child. There was no record of hidden things in her face. She had the spiritual un- cloudcd look that only the very young and the innocent have.
 Next to her Stella Delroy looked older and wiser than Sne TeallS was by contrast.
 i've been out here six years trying 10 put myself over," Stella told her, stirring her little cup Of coffee. I'm about ready to give up and get myself a job in Q beauty parlor or soda fountain like all the rest of the girls who fail in the mo- vies-I'll never go back home"
 Home, For a second the supper table at home flashed before Bob- b;cs inward eye. The white cloth. The olive oil bottle and the vinegar cruct shining under the electric light. A little vase of flowers in the mid lle of the table. Dad on one side