Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-01-11

Molly Murphy sighed contentedlgs
she had been encouraging him 1oR
almost six months to make this
declaration. ~And love you, too, - she answered.
wheFeupon, she placed herself in AIltsters
arms, put her lips close to his, half closed her
eyes, and then planted two-minute kiss on
his mouth.
This is not o movie. but the story has 10 do
with that fantastic place where movies are
made Molly Murphy was the daughter Of thu
worthy woman who kept the Hollywood
boarding house I'm which AlzfstET lived. A
young and very pretty girl. Molly, with dark
hair gray eyes and . rather impudent nose.
AIlister Ryan was pleasant but extremely
difident lad Of the half-pfnt variety with .
most likahle smile.
And when can We be marrieha'' A1ltsteT
asked Is Molly disengaged herself
"Soon as you're getting so q week"
~But Darlington know I'm only pulling
down 30 now and IT might be . couple Of
years beforehand we couldn't wait that long
could we?"
Wen have to watt tin you're Getting So"
Molly was practical soul and knew to . dollar
how much she needed to run menage for two.
ASK for a raise, dear. DO it today"
IAN right" Allister said. II wiz" He kissed
her again, then hurried on TO the offices Of
Resplendent Productions, where he was em-
ployed IS secretary b tlaaS director Of super
epics known as Ertz Won Drlle, at mention Of
whose name Hollywood prostrated itself and
buried its face in the dust.
A LLrSTER went rather In awe Of nis august
chief. Over and over again that afternoon
he hraced himself to tackle Mr. Won DruIe for
a raise, but each time he failed to 60 through
with It: it seemed Like such nerve to bother the
Mlustrious director when he was engaged with
matters of vast and artistic Importance. But
he would tank to him tomorrow-he really
would.
However, AlIister procrastinated At first
Molly was patient but after week she said:
SYou aren't afraid 10 ask him, are your"
Jaw, nor Allfster answered g1fltiiy. you
see, Molly, everybodyx crazy over at the once
trying to md a dramatic story for Gilbert
Loveioy and comedy for GIadiola Gladsoms.
The president, Mr.. BrintIemeyeT, himseIfs here
from New York abeut t. Honest, haven't
had a chance 10 say Q weird TO hEr. Won Drule
YETI
you're not much Of gO-getter,'' AfoEg
said. why dCn't you do something TO make
yourself n0ticed2"
I'D like to, dear. But what2''
''wen-ab0ut this comedy Tor Gladiola Chad
eome-why don't you take q crack at thak?"
'WhatE Met
'Surel It couldn't hurt you to try. Guys an
over this burg are pulling down Q heap Of jack
writing, and they haven't got more brains than
you. They've got more nerve-thats an"
You know, I've often felt I'd like to write
something, but somehow never seem to get
Toun9 to it, Anyway, what could I wEits
aboutz"
whats wrong with that burlesque ON thu
movie melGdrama you teld me ahout2 You
know what mean-the thing that dEAGE In
all the old movie hokum situations and en-
aggerates 'em 80 they'd be o scream. Wouldn't
Gladio1a Gladstone be swell In that2"
Maybe" Aaister smiled. %But what" he
added. the smile sudaenly fading II they s1t
sore and fired me for Tidaeultng their stul12
I'd have TO think that over"
You'll do nothing 0f the SORT" said MallE.
"You're coming inside to write n0W-aud IN
help you. They won't get sore. Come ong'
TT was past aeiOck when they finished
work
BY bleary-eyed AIligter was at his
ONCE. He typed the stnry neatly and laid &c
timorousiy ON Mr.. Won Drule's desk before the
director arrived.
1t was not until three days later that Al
listers script was looked at by anybody. Jaka
Brintlemeyer, q heaxy-breathing gent whose
neck hung In two neat naaIye folds over the
back Of his collar happened to pick It up after
o conference held in Mr. ven DEille's Office.
He glanced idIJ over q 1eW paragraphs: then he
read several pages Ia earnest An exclamation
from the president eaxzsed Won Drule Ia Io0k No.
what have you got there, Jake?" he asked.
~Wait q bit" said Brintlemeyer, pulling hard