The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-03
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thin blue crepe kimono about her
sparse figure
we can have breakfast here,
Myrt offered listlessly. I've got
coffee and crackers"
"Oh, let's 60 out" Sheila an
swered. It's my treat and it will
do you good. You stay here all
day"
Well, no manager is going to
chase you to the corner picture
show. either" Myrt returned tartly.
Sheila said nothing. Myrt had been
out Of a job so long that no one
could remember her last engage
ment.
Going the rounds?" Myrt ven
tured, glancing at Sheila's suit and
gloves. Gee, you look fine. No
matter how slim the old pocketbook
gets, you always look like a million
dollars. Oh, WelI-you're young!"
Her thin arms, from which the
wide sleeves had fallen, rose in the
air as she twisted her faded hair
into a bun and jabbed it with hair
pins.
dressing was quick work.
~ Stockings pulled on, then
scuffed shoes, a dress slid over the
head and jerked smooth about thin
hips, dark hat showed down and
scollops of hair pulled out to out
line the forehead. Reaching for a
polo coat, Selling worn gloves and
a fiat purse, Myrt announced her
self ready.
The air outside was brisk and
sunny. Spring was in its warmth
and in the voices of hucksters
shouting their wares a block beyond
Children home from school played
hopscOtch. Messenger boys bicycled
smoothly. Job or no job, it was
good to be alive.
But spring isn't the best time to
get booked, either" Myrt reminded
her companion, as Sheila remarked
on the beauties of the day.
Maybe not, but I love it"
They seated themselves at a little
white tiled table in the Coffee Shop.
Other late breakfasters were there.
Sheila nodded to an acquaintance or
two and Myrt bowed once or twice
mournfulIy.
Somebody leave you fortune?"
Myrt asked as Sheila ordered fruit,
cereal, coffee, toast and eggs for
both. She demurred no further,
however, and Sheila was glad that
she had invited Myrt. A few square
meals were what she needed.
You're out of job, Sheila,"
Myrt reminded her, nevertheless at
lacking the golden eggs when they
arrived.
L know. But you never can tell |
This coffee is good, isn't it?"
It's the lucky break we're hop |
ing for just around the corner that |
keeps all of us in this game" Myrt |
observed reflectively.
We'll, there are breaks. Look at
Hazel"
For every one who gets a break |
there are a dozen who don't The |
trouble"-the other had warmed to
her SUBJECTS that none Of us
know when we're licked"
But we have to keep trying"
"Well, we aren't all alike, Hazel"
Myrt sighed Just imagine hap
pening to be there in the office |
when the manager got the wire that |
Erna Dresser had eloped! That was
luck"
1T certainly was
And look at Dean Randolph. In
pictures now! Why, he never had |
anything but butler parts until this
horror thing came along. Now he's |
one of the biggest"
TINE glow Of the warm coffee and
Il the good food had set Myrt to
thinking Of better days. 1t was
little sad In any other sort Of work
Myrt would still have been in her
prime-this side of her prime, per-
haps. But in the show business, where
youth and loneliness, so transient,
are required, Myrt was in the dis
card.
Sheila shivered little. Youth
was SO short.
Il worked at a soda fountain at
home" Myrt went on. Before 1