New Britain herald., 1927-02-02
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e JOHNSON FEATURES INC. 1926

1 Fitz was the makeup man al Magniflca. In his own line he was q great artist
 With his magical grease-paint he ] could make small eyes look large and large noses look small. He could make lovely Cupid's bow lips out of thin. colorless ones. There was no end to the clever flattering things he could do.
 But I don't have to fix you up much" he told Robbie. T put too much shadow around the eyes the Schultz wants YOU 10 have some tests made with hardly any make up on."
 He gave Boobies face touch of darkening around the eyes, bit of rouge on the lips, and almoat no powder on the cheeks and fere- head.
 Judkins. who was Roy Schultz s head camera man, grunted when he saw her.
 Some sense to you now" was all he said
 But late that afternoon, when Robbie saw the stills" that he had taken. she caught her breath with delight. For they showed her to herself as being far prettier than 1 she had eyer dreamed she could be. Pretticr than she actually was.
 "Oh. cant l have a picture fin ished off for myself?" she asked Judkins, who shook his head and grunted something about it's being against the rules. He was a surly fellow, who took nothing from anybody. He had no more respect for director than he had for an office boy. and a beautiful girl to him was less than nothing. He was fed up on beautiful girls. As Robbie crossed the big dim the door pf Joan Joyce's portable dressing room and hailed an cleo trician. She was holding a nickel In her hand.
 Miss Joyce would like an eve ring paper" she said to him and handed him the nickel. Robbie watched the electrician start off toward the front gates of the lot at top speed. Some day I'll be able to order everybody on this lot around, the way Joan Joyce does now she promised herself solemn1y. She was still aglow with the happiness and thrill that the sight of her pictured face had given her.
 Surely Roy Schultz must think wouldn't hay, had those stills" made of her. He wouldn't have bothered about her makeup, would he? She went homo, walking on clouds, and silver lined clouds at that.
 Monica got back to tho house some time between darkness and dawn that night.
 Robbie did not hear her come in. But the next morning when she started down stairs, Monica sang out from her bedroom:
 Robbie, bring me some coffe, when you make yours, darlingest. I'm as low as sea-weed and ready to die most any minute"
 She sat up in bed with q groan when Robbie brought the coffee up to her fifteen minutes later. Her face was swollen with sleep, and the paint on ii looked harsh -colorcd and garish in the clean morning sunlight.
 Around her neck was string of new blue Indian beads and bracelet that matched it on one of her thin arms.
 'Diggety dog. but that tastes fine." she declared, sipping the steamiHg coffee. T sure AM all in. We drove nearly four hundred miles-got lost and everything. slept most of the way home. l was full of tequila."
 What's tequila?" asked Robbie, who never had heard the word.
 Monica's eyes opened wide. You are green" she said. Why tequila's the stuff the Mexicans drink. That's what we went to Tia Juana for, goosey. There's nothing but tequila