The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-16
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"I think it's awful" said Molly.
"Imagine being accused Of writing
an obscene play!"
Then she thought of her mother.
"Oh dear-oh dear!' She Vept.
Mr.. Durbin patted her shoulder.
And Mrs. Durbin patter her hand.
And they laughed at her senSibilitieS
and all her fears.
But YOU don't know my mother
she cried. This will just simply kill
her
"Oh. no, it WON'T contradicted
Mrs. Durbin gaily. 1T will pay of
the mortgage on the old farm. 1t
will buy mother fur coat and an
electric refrigerator and a gas fur
mace"
"I told you didn't know her"
moaned Molly. she wouldn't touch
a blessed cent of my 'Delphinc'
money. Do you think she'd soil der
fingers with Sacrifices filthy lucre?'
But Mr.. Durbin was not partic-
ularly interested in the moral Scru-
pies of Mrs. Burnham.
Read what the critic have to say,
he advised. It'll make you feel
better"
He folded a paper at the dramatic
page.
"Therel Read that" he directed.
Miss Molly Burnham, charm
ing and youthful playwright, has
scored another unprecedented sue
cess with Sacrifice, an emotional
drama in four acts.
with rare understanding and
delicacy Miss Burnham has drawn
the love life Of an emotional, highly
strung girl. In the throes of a tu-
nlultuous romance. the girl turns
from her parents. But the lover,
for whom she would sacrifice e"
NEOLLY threw the paper down
wi THE kicks all gone she said.
ut leaves me cold
You're all tired out" consoled
Mrs. Durbin. You're still a new
hand at the game. You've got to
be hard-boiled - haven't you.
George"
YOU bet" he agreed. That's
the trouble with you. Molly. You
think you're hard boiled. But
you're not. really What do you
care about a few adiectiveS?'
But 7 do. she moaned. L care
terribly"
You're Just afraid of your
mother he joked.
NO" she said It's not that.
Maybe I'm foolish. But I do care
what people say. I can't help 1t.
suppose its weakness. After
'Delphine.' when they all said such
lovely things, I was thrilled to
death Then mother started find
ins fault. And it spoiled the fine
edce. The beautiful glamour was
gone. It wasn't because she was
nv mother. 1t was because she
represented certain provincial
group who we're going to think
'Delphine' was coarse and crude,
and not fit for nice peaple. That
hurt me. Because I don't want to
write things that anyone will think
are vulgar.
I'D lots rather that people would
think I was Just nice. everyday
sort Of person, with nice, ordinary
everyday mind I don't want to
be intellectual. or hard-boiled, or
ANYTHING of the sort.
The DurbinS laughed, humoring
their guest.
You sound as though you were
giving an interview for a religious
weekly" declared Mr.. Durbin.
You can laugh all you wanti"
she hared. But it's true-Tm
nothing but a country girl. I'm
Snodgrass. born and bred. My
mothers a pillar of small town So
ciety. Ny fathers the salt of the
Garth. And no daughter of theirs
could ever glory in a lot of cheap
publicity II simply goes against
The grain. I'm provincial And
proud OF 1T"
~HEARi Heart" applauded Mrs.
III Durbin. Give this little girl
q hand"
I'm not putting on an act.9 pro-