The Washington times., 1927-03-22
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You know, I've told you dozens Of
times how crazy am to get into
the movies. I'll can't help 1t,
Andy I've just got to go. :"
There was a long silence. Then
Andy said quietly: This Is where
the jokes starts to be funny"
What do you E;ean?''
oh, nothing" he replied. "Only
-is 1t fair to ask me to give you
the money that's going to carry
you out of my life to God-knows-
where? Is it, / ask your"
I'm not going to God.knoWs-
where. I'm going to Hollywood,
California" Boobies soprano voice
was high and sharp, land I'd be
gone for only three months-un-
less / made good within that
time. Then, ofEourse. I'd stay"
Andy groaned. and dropped his
dark head down into his brown
hands.
His Fear
That's just Ii. You would
make good" he said in muffled
voice." and you'd never come back
to me- You'd be sure to make a
ten.strike in the movies. There's
nothing as pretty as you any.
where in the world. And the Lord
only knows what would happen
to you out there, all alone"
Andy had the popular idea that
Hollywood is city of moral
lepers, wild parties, dope and
gilded vice. To him it was the
modern Sodom and Gomorran. The
world-capital of wickedness.
And when he thought of his
girl setting foot within its boun.
daries-
mo, you can't go. Not on my
money. anyhow he said with
sudden firmness.
1t was the first time Bobbie
could remember his refusing her
anything, and she gave a little
gasp of surprise.
Do you mean it?" She couldn't
believe her ears.
! mean it," he said with a laugh
that sounded anything but happy.
Do you think I'm crazy? Why
would ! send you away from me
when all that matters to me, be.
sides making a living, is having
you here where I can see you"
He turned, and put his hands on
her shoulders. The line of his Jaw
had sharpened, and his nostrils
were quivering.
Look here, Bob, you know ia
cut off my right hand and give 1t
to you II you wanted it, don't
your he asked and went on:
But don't ask me to lend you
this money. You don't really
want to be movie actress. You're
just unhappy here with your aunt.
and you want to get away. /
know that's all that's wrong. If
you'd marry me and let me take
you away I could make you happy.
I'm making good money now, and
I'm going to make more as time
goes on. We could buy a bunga.
low, or something"
The Old, Old Story
The same old story, thought
Bobbie, impatiently. Andy was al.
ways begging her to marry him
and settle down to cut.and-dried
wifehood. Couldn't he make up
AAS AAA10 " Lu6 1dCt IudL she
would never be satisfied with that
sort of thing? That she had am
bition that wouldn't let her be
satisfied with a hum-drum life?
She had told him SO time and
time again, just as she had told
her father and Aunt Gertrude that
she wanted career of her own
the career of a screen star.
She shook her head.
Andy, you don't seem to under.
stand how serious am about
this" she said to him. Tonight
my father told me that my mother
was always wanting to go on the
concert stage when she was
alive. Perhaps that's what's the
matter with me. Perhaps / in.
herited her desire for make believe
things"
She leaned close to him so that
the warm fragrance of her clean
perfumed hair floated, up to his
nostrils. Her face was close to
him, but she was not looking at
him.