Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1934-05-13

| northwest.
grubby hand. But it's Of age ye are,
an If you're set on bein' in the show
bizness, it's here We better be where
I kin keep an eye on ye."
AL Hart, director Of dance. was
likewise sympathetic. He did not
want to lose the little Reynal. She
gave class to the laces. She could
shake an ankle with the best of them.
She had a radiant quality that shone
above and through the footlights.
And there was live copy in her,
plenty of it. He would see the boss
and explain everything.
| After rehearsal Sandra telephoned
| her mother, thankful for the dis
lance between them. Corinne was so
angry she was all but unintelligible.
| Come home this instant" she or
dered, her voice SO high Sandra held
i the receiver from her ear.
Where is home?" Sandra asked.
| Come to Chez Clement, where
your mother and your sister are wait
| ing for you, distracted with worry
over what you are doing"
Sorry, mother. Cant do 1t. I'm
carrying on"
Il will 60 to the manager now,
this very afternoon. forbid you-"
Very well. But it won't help. You
might like to know I've had a wire
from Gilbert Akin" Sandra could
hear her mothers gasp of astonish-
ment.
1 Iyo1a o. Itrch NV
should he communicate with you
when he hasn't taken the trouble to
do SO with his wlte?"
He sent good wishes for the show.
The message came from Grasmere."
Thank heavens Corrine was more con-
cerned about Walls mucking it than
about her, Sandra. "I'll have to ring
off. mother" she said. Due back at
rehearsal"
L forbid your going near that the
alter. Come to me at once. You must
come. my child. Your mother is
| frantic
Sorry, mother" She had to close
her ears to Corinnes whisper. I've
got to go on. There's no other way"
Very well. my lady. We shall see
about that" Sandra heard the re-
ceiver snap onto the hook.
/ Sandra destroyed all the messages
except the note from Stephen Hale.
That she tucked into her blouse,
where it lay until the evening when
she slipped it out, reread it and
slowed it away in a carved sandal
wood box-a gift from her father
with other of her treasures.
The following day Sandra was sum-
moned to the Office of Martin Segal,
maestro among glorifiers
1t was bruited about the Rialto that
Segal was nurturing ambitions other
than the continued rulership of the
modern Olympia sprawling between
Forty-Second street and Columbus
Circle. With a pretty wife who had
been one of the petted stage lumi-
naries, and a family consisting of a
son and daughter. Segal was looking
| eastward with a view to establishing
his social life on the side of the
borderline hitherto unknown to him.
| Ben Bernstein could have told Sc
| gals constituents that the boss would
rather see his name in society
column than to get the best break
| from the most astute critic in town
on any one of his productions. The
press agents orders were for the clip
ping department to save every men,
ton of Segal or of his family outside
the theatrical pages and to paste them
in a scrap book kept under lock and
key. Society reporters were certain
OF cordial reception at the New
Stuyvesant.
J When Martin SegaI learned that
Sandra Reynal of the Reynals was in
the chorus of Princess Pep" he was
as pleased as though crested invita-
ton for which he had been angling
had suddenly appeared on his desk
The Segals never fraternized with
persons in the Segal productions. This
would be an exception. He would give
the Reynal girl time to shake into
the routine, then he would have Media,
his wife, single her out for special
| attention. Now came the news that
the Reynal's mother was raising a
row about her daughters going Broad
way. The old lady would have to be
taken down a peg or two Segal dis
| covered she pulled a pretty weak oar
anyhow. Better string with the young
folks. His hopes for the future lay
with them.
(To be continued)