The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-01-01

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work. His time at the studios aver
aged less than two days week.
Out of this ne was attempting to
save the money he felt should be
returned to his sister, although Ag-
mes had written for him to keep it,
as he had known she would. His
lack Of funds kept him from join
ing the parties Dimples and his
friends occasionally planned.
Although they continued to see
each other, Dimples was absorbed
in his new affair Howell's initial
rebuff seemed to have discouraged
hsi confidence. Beyond some rather
broad hints, he did not offer the
usual details.
More than once Howell tried to
make himself return to the candy
shop and wait for Madalyn. Each
time he permitted something to in
terfere.
He had no desire to listen again
to her hysterical upbraiding, al
though the fear that she really
would kill herself hung over him
like a cloud.
Meantime he conceived the bril-
liant idea of obtaining an inter-
view for himself with Carleton
Meade. Lambie would not be apt to
confess to him that she had lied.
Howell would be accepted as Gran
vile Matthews nephew and Lalnbie
had been positive that the pro-
Queer could help him if he would.
After several telephone calls
Howell was able to make the ap-
pointment. Mr.. Meade received him
with a wave of his hand.
! All right And what can do
for you?"
1t wasn't the greeting Howell had
hoped for. but he replied: Il hope
YOU haven't forgotten me, Mr..
Meade?"
I'VE met in Mrs. Matthews apart
rnent. I believe"
Yes, sir. You helped me regis
ter at Central Casting"
/ Carleton Meade frowned and
| lighted cigar.
I hope you haven't come to ask
any further favors. I told you at
the time that couldn't promise you
any work"
II remember. The fact Of the
matter is, I'm getting work of a
kind, but there isn't any future to
| it."
! Carleton Meade smiled.
That. too. I tried to tell you In
the beginning"
They're not giving me chance, J"
1 the boy said desperately. They
won't use me for anything but a
policeman"
That's very unfortunate" the
older man agreed gravely; "but I
really can't see what you expect me
to do about it. You seem to think
that motion pictures are being made
for your especial benefit.
They're made for the public, my
boy. Not to give you extras a
chance to display the histrionic
ability Won fancy you possess. I'm
not director. I don't pretend to
know anything about your qualih-
cations. but I do know this: If a
policeman is what they want you
for, a policeman you'll be regardless
of anything you may or may not
think about It."
TTAD "Lambie" confessed that.
L l. after all. he was not her
nephew. or would the answer have
been the same in any case?
Howell rose and with bitterness in
his voice cried. Then you refuse to
do anything for me?"
Under the circumstances" Garlic
ton Meade said dryly, 81 think you're
exceedingly fortunate to have gotten
into motion pictures at all. I'd take
what I could get without complain
ing, or I'd get out of the game.
There's nothing compulsory about
it."
Howell left his room with sun
pressed rage and a feeling of
inferioritv. He could have shaken
his clinched fist at that smoothly
closing door.
He was beginning to sympathize
with the threats and complaints
he heard on every side. Another
six months and he'd be a Bolshevik
just as Martin B. Walker had pre-
dicted.
He spent the afternoon in Dim
pies room with four other extras.
cursing the movie situation. 1t was
a rotten" profession.
No one could make decent nv-
ing except the stars and those play
ing parts. Extras were nothing but