New Britain herald., 1927-01-28

yellow powder and lavender powder ! into glass bowl and began to blend : them together with a glass rod. : Robbie put up her hand and
 touched her smooth skin. In the mirror above the counter it was rose white, like flower petals.
 But Robbie didn't want 1t to look lrose-white. She wanted it to look like old ivory-like the complexions of the other girls that she passed on
 the boulevard. Girls with their eyes
 made up so that the lashes looked
 half inch long. Girls with flaming
 Cupid's bow mouths, with long silk
 sheathed legs showing to the knee,
 with coats tight around
 slenderly rounded hips. Girls whose
 beauty fairly hit the eye.
 To hit the eye-that was the big
 idea in Hollywood. Not to be lost in the crowd!
 And not to be lost in it is some thing of feat, even for a very very ! beautiful girl For there are so many beautiful girls in Hollywood that good looks are drug on the market No matter where you look, you can see raving beauty who has failed to { get into the movies, and sensibly taken up some other kind of work.
 girl with a face like the young Lillian Russelrs may serve you your breakfast cakes in Paulais' restaurant on the boulevard The cigaret girl in the famous Mont martre restaurant has hair like Billie Burke's, and an exquisite little face perfectly divided into Greek thirds. The girl who blended Bobbie's face powder on that hot September afternoon was something of a beauty herself. She had tried to get into pictures, too, and had failed. But beside Boobies smooth cool peach-blow loveliness she looked worn and a trifle made-up. For Bob- bic had something that the other girl had lost long ago-a young and eager freshness that made her look like beautiful blond choir boy.
 You're foolish to use powder on a skin like that said the girl behind the counter, handing her her little package.
 She did not say it aloud, for 1t was her business to sell face powder But she shook her head hopelessly as she watched Boobies slender figure vanish in the sunshine.
 Out on the street Robbie stood waiting for a gap in the stream of westward moving automobiles.
 Her hat was in her hand, and the wind ruffled her shining hair up around her head, and made her short skirts pillow out around her knees.
 As she stood trying to brush 1 them down into place, she felt that 1 someone was watching her-some- one who sat in q huge olive-green roadster that was drawn up beside !! the curb.
 She turned her eyes. It was the | man she had seen in Carlton and | Armstrong's restaurant the night | before the man who was a sort ! of director" at the Magnifica studios. ] What had Stella said his name was | Angus Something or other? She | must be sure to ask Stella.
 But Stella was not at home when | Robbie got there. No one was at | home but Mrs. Mangan, who was c1ttlnSr linir +oi sorting knives and forks.
 Letter for you, Miss Ransom" she called out. Right there on the | hall table"
 Robbie read it, sitting in front of her windows upstairs.
 Why can't you forget all the | movie stuff" Andy Jerrold had | written to her. Why can't you come | home and settle down and be my | girl, Robbie? You'll never make good 1 in pictures, even if you get the | chance. You aren't brassy enough to get along in the world by yourself. | The place for you is in home, with | me to take care of you. The only ! thing for woman is marriage
 Marriage. Shades of bread-pud- dlng and pot roasts. thought Robbie, | gazing down into Las Palmas street with dreaming eyes. Bread and but ter. Sink mops. Mending baskets. Going to sleep at the movies after a | hard days work. Quoting your hus- band to other women at the card club. Mr. Jerrold says
 Not for mel" said Robbie Ram som aloud to the blue-green furni- ture. Then she said it again, holding Andy Jerrolds photograph in her hands.
 She set it dawn and began to dab on the white powder that was to make her look like all the other Hollywood beauties.
 The next morning, with her photo graphs under her arm, Robbie set out with Stella for the Magnifica studies.
 Co right in there," Stella said, giving her a push as they went into the entrance building. and came to an open door marked Casting of flce.' She followed Robbie into the room.
 It was a bare and clean looking. mere was nothing in it but a desk, a wall of filing cabinets and three ehalrs. An acacia tree swaycd in the warm wind Just outside the open window
 ,trlend of mine, Mir. Ebbinger," said stella to dark young man in a brown suit and brown velour hat, who sat behind the desk, Miss Ransom @
 The man gave jerk with his mead and Stella waved a silent good Dye to Robbie and vanished,
 Fill this out Mir. Ebbinger push Il piece Of paper toward Robbie. I