Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1934-04-01

- HIRLEY got off the F1fty-ninth street
cross-town car, and turned south on
Fifth avenue.
Easter morning The sidewalks
~ were thronged.
Smiling girls with top-hatted es-
corts Girls with brighter smiles, and two
escorts. The news cameras stationed Just be-
low ST. Thomas-the near great SO willing
to be photographed: the great. reluctant.
The greatest of all, having their own recherche
parade, over on Park.
Shirley walked slowly. She felt like drab
little mouse. Her coat was last years, and
last years hat too, with a safety pin on the
inside. managing to pinch the crown into
semblance of this years smartness-
Why had she come? To deliberately hurt
herself, by remembering? AS she strolled, she
could not keep from thinking back TO two
years ago. today.
She had had an apartment on Fifty-fifth
street, then Guy had called for her. She re-
membered the day. perfectly. 1t had been I'M
usually cold; gray. too Spring hats had been
in evidence on the avenue, but coats had run
the gamut from broadtail to muskrat.
Not So however Shirley. Though her mink
hung in her closet, she had scorned it, and
Jared forth in the thinnest and palest of beige
suits. One too many silver fox skins were
draped over her slender shoulders and at least
two too many orchids trembled on her young
bosom. as she tripped gayly beside Guy in his
uncovered cutaway-
They had walked as far down the high
forties, and then walked uptown again. because
II wasn't smart any lower than that
That was two Casters ago; but last year
how different!
It was Michael who called at her Fifty-ffth
street apartment, last year. Michael-an
earnest, and happy to see her. and filled with
the real spirit of Easter, not the fashion angle
of it.
I IE HAD worn the enveloping black
] ulster that he wore every day; and the
same felt hat, that still looked new, because
he always put it down carefully; but he had
brought her two gardenias in waxed paper.
They had gone into st. Thomas'-not past
It; and afterward he had walked her way
down to Twenty third street, not realizing that
it wasn't fashionable or gay, down there.
How considerate tried to be over the little
things" she thought now, when all the time
I was hurting him, dreadfully over something
big and important" And as she thought: "Oh,
Michael, darling" her lips formed his name.
Suddenly, her heart gave lurch within her.
Striding along. up ahead, was a tall man in
black ulster. Though the crowds restrained
MIN, IL was OBVIOUS tnaL ne was out lOr the
exercise; and it was the familiar Spring in his
stride, the long, lean. loose jointedness of him,
that made Shirley's heart do what it did.
Michael. surely. And yet, surely-not. It
all flooded over her then. Not just the two,
so-different casters, but the months, the weeks
between.
It was In Carl Fuller's studio that she first
met Guy.
She was posing for a magazine illustration.
She was just beginning to be in demand as a
commercial photographers model, but this was
her first job with big artist.
Guy sauntered in, in his easy, lazy way, and
sat back watching Carl work, for while. His
nod to Shirley, upon being introduced, was. oh,
that he was really noticing her. quite a lot.
At Eastertime, their love affair was at its
very peak.
you need to be seen about" he had told
her, Ito get anywhere in your kind of work."
And whether it was that she was seen about at
the smart spots and the late spots, or whether
It vas that her love for him did something
miraculous for her looks, at all events she did
get ahead by leaps and bounds.
During all the time she managed to hold
Guy Shirley never lost any Of the little girl
freshness she had brought with her from her
small home town. Even in something very
clingy and slinky and low in the back, she
had it. when you feel like being grown-up
and seductive" the captions read. They played
up that angle. And the quality in Shirley that
the exclusive dressnnakers and photographers
found so enchanting-Guy did. too.