The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-05

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telephone and took care of visitors.
Pianos janplng. Jazz throhbing
Some one grooming. Down the cor
ndor were little practice rooms, a
piano in each. Dance producers
shouted TO overWorked, perspiring
performers. Some one was trying
out Joe's latest song.
Sheila, ever entranced, though it
was all 50 familiar, loved the blare
Of melody. he jangling, discordant
sounds She loved the raucous
voices, the sight Of sleek hipped,
busy dance eTangers moving brisk
~ here and there, the swarthy
pianjsts, thick cigars hanging from
the corners Of their mouths, whose
Ludgy hands, lingering over the
keys, could squeeze out unguessed
melody.
Sheila mad often been at Joe's
to see Blind Jimmy Jimmy worked
there and drew a fair salary, though
whether from the kindness Of .Joe's
heart or from actual worth Sheila
did not know.
She had seen Joe himself, slim,
dapper sleek Of hair, abstract of
expression, wandering about the
place, his hat on the back of his
well-groomed head, hands in his
pockets. Or walking briskly toward
his private Office, deep in conversa-
ton with an assistant.
She had seen him pause by Blind
Timmys piano, pat the bent
shoulders, whisper words which
seemed to bring happiness to the
patient old face. Shells loved to see
Blind Timmy's face glow at these
scant words Of praice.
Joe was a big shot now, but he re-
membered when he had been OBJ
scure, struggling. Unlike many
others who had risen to success, he
was constantly on the lookout for
talent to match his own
At the counter the blond, smart
ly groOmed girl looked up from
the telephone long enough to in
quire Of Shella what business had
brought her hither, to nod absently
and shuttle a handful of cards. abb
stractedly murmuring "Shayne'
as she did so.
A look of understanding spread
over her blond countenance as she
held card separate from its fell
lows and studied it. Sheua won
dered what secrets it held.
"Bradys waiting for you. Third
door to the left" the girl assured
her amiably.
CHEILA hesitated. "WiIl-can-
- Blind Jimmy play for me?"
she asked. She knew that it did
Jimmy no harm to be asked for
particularly.
More than that, Jimmy would be
helpful at such a time. Brady
could scowl and rant, but the nod
ding Of Timmys head as he listened
for the click of her tiny feet was
Sheila's barometer. Jimmy could
detect the slightest off step. could
indicate that step had been we'll
done.
Jimmy knows me" she went
on timidly. The girl nodded.
"Brady's asked for him already
They're both in there waiting
Better hustle"
Sheila breathed more easily. She
had one day, hardly that, in which
to memorize the routine. Brady
would be sure to make it more in
tricate when he saw her in the
offing. She could dance all around
Daisy.
In the practice room she fount
Jimmy, his hands wandering over
the keyboard, blind eyes fastened or
the ceiling, ears cooked for SheilaF
footsteps.
Brady, a Slim wasted, sophisti-
Gated youth, paced the floor impa.
tiently. She knew Brady-a slave
driver, but an excellent teacher
He'd work you numerically, but
you'd have a routine when he I'm
ished with you.
10, kid" he vouchsafed in her
direction and broke into fox trot
clumsy for all his slimneSS. Run
ming his eye over her figure in re-
luctant approval, he grunted, "You
are taller than Gleason"
"Sure. But my feet are just a.
near the floor"
An Gleason is Roscoe's wife
Remember that. Don't try to walk
away with the act, because you
can't do il"
I'm only planning to fill in, Bill
DaiSyl be laid up several weeks
won't she?'
Cant tell. Sometimes those
Sprained ankles"
Blind Jimmy turned from tht
piano sharply. "Shayne here is g
real dancer. She'll show up Glea-
son"
once more Brady grunted. We'll
we aren't running any marathons
All we have to DO is teach her the
routine. No matter how good she
is-or how bad-she fills in fol-
Gleason.
And no matter how bad she is
or how good-When Gleason is able
to dance again. Shayne is through.
It's a Job, Bill. That's some
thing"
Bill sighed as though he himself
were jobless. You said it, kid
These days. Listen, this is your
first step The kick off. One two
one two, three and fourp He
ceased abruptly.
"When'd you dance laSt?"
Five weeks ago. Sheila an
swered ruefully. I'm due to be
lame, Bill, 1 know that"
CHEILaA stood on the floor wait
y ing. It was fine TO be back al
work again, even though her dream
had been Big Time, or a specially
in a musical show.
TO Be Continued