New Britain herald., 1927-01-28

Aunt Gertrude on the other.
 I'm not homesick," Robbie sai to herself. She wasn't. Not then. |, She was too busy listening t Stella Delroy's voice going on on on about the movies. The hope lessness and heartbreak of then if you didn't "go over big" righ from the start-and most peopl didn't. Even some of the big star had hung on for years before part came their way that mad them over night-stars whose yer. names took Boobies breath ava. when Stella uttered them in he matter of-fact way.
 Its all a matter of luck" sh, said tomorrow morning I'll show you where to go to have your pic ture taken. Then you can gt around to the casting directors 1T the studios, and leave your picture and your telephone number witt them. Maybe they'll call up fol you within a week or so, and may. be they'll never call up."
 'Is that all there is to do?' asked Robbie.
 But the girl at her side did not hear her, She had turned toward the door and her small pathetic face was lifted as she watched a man and woman pass by the table and sit down in far corner.
 Robbie noticed the woman first She was small and dark and on her face she wore the kind of pow der that makes the skin look fash ionably sun-tanned. Her eyes were extravagantly made up. and her mouth was a round scarlet stain.
 Who is she?' Robbie asked Stella Delroy. but Stella shrugged and smiled with one side of her thin lips. "....
 Some nobody" she answered. 'The man is Angus MacCloud."
 It was then that Robbie looked at the man, and saw that he was looking at her. He was a big blond man with nice friendly looking face except for a pair of ice-blue eyes that held Boobies brown lu- minous ones for a full minute. Then she glanced away from him.
 Out in the street she asked Stella who Angus MacCloud was. She was sure he wasn't at all well known in the movie world. If he was, why hadn't he ever been mentioned in the motion picture magazines?
 "Oh, he's sort of director over at Magnifica Studios," Stella Delroy answered. T know him-nad he knows who l am. But he wouldn't think of speaking to an extra girl unless he had a crush on her. That's the funniest thing about this business. All the big birds in it are just as nice and friendly, and the little half baked melodies like MacCloud walk around like pea cocks. Come on, what do you want to buy for your breakfast tomor- row morning?"
 She took Boobies arm aud stered her into a big open-air market that was still ouen, and they bought coffee and sugar and cream. Robbie never had anything for breakfast but cup of coffee.
 Then they went back to Mrs. Mangan's, arm in arm like two old friends. Together they went into the kitchen, and took down one of the four white tin boxes from the cellar-way shelf and put the break fast things in it.
 Stella giggled over the boxes. Mrs. Mangan's so good and kind that she's almost painful" she whispered, but she's as pernick- ety as an old maid. Imagine any body asking you to keep your stuff put away like this. It certain ly does take the apple cake"
 In bed, q half hour later, Robbie thought about Stella Delroy. She seemed so bitter, so disillusioned She was like little girl with a doll from which all the sawdust has run out.
 T hope Hollywood doesn't do to me what it's done to her" she told herself. She put up a hand in the darkness and touched her face and hair. How soft and smooth they were-they felt like beauty.
 Stella Delroy had no beauty.
 T guess I'll get along all right" Robbie thought comfortably, drop ping off to sleep in the blue green bed. She wondered lazily what col or it had been before Mrs. Man gan got busy with her paint brushes.
 The next morning Robbie went to a photographer on Wilcox street and had her picture taken. She had it taken full face and side view. She