Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-09-25

UDY ALLEN emerged from the basement
of the store where she spent eight hours
every day and blinked at the rays OF the
respondent sun high over the Holly
wood hills She walked slowly and
~ somewhat disconsolately down Hollywood
Boulevard. Her feet ached 1t was hot
the July heat of Southern California, inundat-
ing the pavements.
Rather fretfully she wished she hadn't told
her mother she would go to a movie after work
instead of going home to dinner as usual. Now
it was too hot to take any initiative
The cleaning silver and marble OF soda
fountain beckoned temptingly, Turing her IN
side Doubtless a chocolated matted would
make her feel better. Afterward she would de-
eide whether to 60 home anyway, relax and
keep cool, or to see that Greta Carlo picture
she had missed when 1t was at flrst-r'm
house as she had originally planned.
Over her matted milk, gratifyingly cold, she
wistfully wished that somebody had profered
an invitation for ride to the beach that
evening There would be cool breeze there.
And q ride on the roller coaster would freshen
her up delightfully."-. Perhaps If she went on
home somebody would call her up and perhaps
not, she decided despondently
Anyway, it was Saturday night and even II
Bill or Stanley should happen to phone for q
date at this late hour her pride wouldn't allow
her TO accept ast-minute invitation on Satur-
day night of all nights. Popularity appearances
must be kept up at any cost She had given
her mother strict instructions to report to in
Quries, if any, that she was out Tor the evening,
purpocely vague explanation.
REALTY refreshed, Judy walked out onto
~ the boulevard again wearing q concen-
trated furrow on her brow. Catching sight Of
her reflection in a plate-glass window, she stop
ped and scrutinized it sharply, then emitted q
discouraged sigh. In spite of her blond hair
and long curling bob so like Greta Carlos she
looked in her little white sport dress with a
red Jacket and beret to match much more like
Janet Gaynor than the Carlo she so passion
ately desired to emulate. It was her eyes;
large, childlike, deep-brown eyes, which would
always hamper her dearest desire.
Pacing on, with indecisive footsteps. Judy
spied, next to building whose facade was be-
Ing tore down to be replaced with one more in
keeping with Hollywood exteriors an automatic
fortune-telling machine Inside the glass case
was the figure OF woman from the waist up,
CARRIED in conventional gypsy costume and head
gear. the glazed eyes Of the figure stared COM
placently and untiringly on the passersby.
With awakening interest, Judy paused and
surveyed the apparatus. 1t hadn't been there
day or two before when she had passed that
way OF course, there were lots Of real live
fortune tellers on Hollywood Boulevard; palm
Ats, astrologists and crystal gazers ensconced
In coorful, doll-like houses which reminded
one of the witch's house in Grimms version Of
"Hansel and Gretel." But they were more ex-
pensive. However, penny wasn't much to
spend, especially when in return you might
learn something thrilling about the future,
delightfully."- uncertain future. She hunted
through her purse, drew out the coin and pains
takingly inserted it in the designated slot.
The automaton began swaying her head and
,,nti1 1rifI,
metallic click, the hands clasped a card from
among the many which graced the showcase
and it fell gently down slot where 1t was
snatched up by Judys eagerly expectant
"You ,DiH traDel shortly. dark gentleman
iiH soon come into your Hte.'
Judy shrugged her thin little shoulders In
disappointment All fortune tellers prone
to tell you exactly the same things. And.
worse luck, they never came true AT 49, LIE
to Judy had begun to prove itself somewhat
of delusion.
Then her large deep-brown eyes began to
sparkle under her long lasheS. 1t would be
nice if awfully nice If Judy quickly
SCARED off to creative heights and was lost in
delightful reverie Of romance
A wild crunch of brakes crashed her rudely
away from her lovely day dream. Rather
alphabetically she noted driver, speeches. with
fright, who glared at her.
"G'wan back to the farm" he finally ordered
her unpleasantly, upon the recovery of his
voice.
Judy was thankfully unmindful Of his harsh
instructions. She stared at him curiously. He
was dark. he was young and moreover he was
good-looking
Didn't you hear me?" he demanded fu-
riously.
NO." stammered Judy as she chung to the
fender for support To her Amusement. she
discovered that she was trembling AL over
especially her knees.