Evening star., 1934-09-16

in July.
Ann fiared. Jealous? Jealous of painted
monkey like that?"
We'll, 7 only thought"
You thought If you let them take pictures
on your ranch you'd get to see her oftener.
Perhaps you can save her from falling of q
combine, or maybe she'll let you empty the dust
out of her shoes. I'd like to see her walking
across a stubble field I'd just like to see her"
Then" said Logan in huff, come out to
the ranch next Thursday"
The remaining mile to the Cresweu place
was covered in silence and at the gate Ann
debarked without q word-giving the sedan
door a husky slam as she did SO.
But nevertheless Ann was among the crowds
at the Digby ranch that next Thursday. MOT"
she told herself, that I care. But Just want
to see how movies are made"
IT WOULD be difficult to explain how any
harvesting, outside of that on Digbys ranch,
parently everybody within a radius of 80 miles
had driven there to watch. They crowded
along the fence line, keeping respectful dis
tance from the sound technicians with their
miles of wire and their strengthening boxes
and their frequent signals for silence with
a capital "S' and an exclamation point.
Pushing through the curious onlookers, Ann
two cameras trained on Logan's combine
and its string of mules and horses. Mr.. Pursley
was studying them with obvious care. Not
far away was ELISA Montez relaxed in a canvas
chair which had her name lettered across its
back. She was, Ann saw, smoking cigarette
Nobody but fool would smoke a cigarette
In wheat field in July, and Ann had half
mind to tell the actress so. She wondered why
Logan hadn't warned her. But he'd probably
let his wheat burn rather than deprive Miss
Montez of her pleasure. And If he saw Ann
Creswe1 in the crowd he gave no sign of it.
'Mr. Digby!" the doctor yelled. "Mr Digby,
are you always the driver your machine?"
A long, gaunt rancher spat over the fence
meditatively. "Tfley call 'em 'skinners,'" he
advised, winking at his companion.
Mr.. Pursley turned to the bobbed-haired
script girl Make" he said, "a note Of that,
Miss Ferris No, don't make a note Of 1t,
either. We can't call him skinner in the
dialogue because outside the wheat country
they wouldn't get it,
He returned his attention to Digby. What
I was going to say is, you don't seem to have
enough trouble driving all those horses. There
are lot of horses there and want you to
show the strain-the drama"
"Its no strain, though" said Logan from
his perch. TITS easy"
"An right" Mr.. Pursley sighed with res
ignation. And for lost drama. "Now want
the machine to come up the field to the fence
line here Then Miss Montez will run out and
wave her arms, and the thresher will stop.
You see she's just shot her husband at the
house and she's running out to get help from
the men,"
"Tn have to make round over the field"
Logan told him. Cant circle this outfit so
close to the cameras"
"Okay" Mr. Plrsley slumped in his chair
and mopped his forehead really glad for the
delay.
As the noise Of the machines revolving
threshing heads grew fainter Ann Creswell
turned to find Mrs. Henry Prendergast beside
her. 'Wen," said the meddlesome old lady,
nodding her head brightly, 'Jogan's quite an
actor, amt hep
Eyes, indeed Mrs. Prendergast"
"Mr. Pursley and some of them are staying
ut my place, you know, while they're takin
pictures out here" Mrs Prendergast went on
'I heard 'em say that Logan photographs real
well, and that this Miss Montez wants him to
go to Hollywood and try out to be her leading
man."
"Is that sos"' said Ann feeling weak as