The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-08-16
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mont airport station they drank
some black coffee, donned flying
helmets and fieece-lined coats
which Fragonet produced from the
luggage compartment of the plane.
Almost before she knew it, 10 was
settled deep in one of the cockpits,
conscious of the well-wishing grins
of the hangar attendants who
stood by to watch the take-off.
Fragonet, grotesque in his tight
helmet and goggles, turned and
waved to her. She nodded nervous
" felt the plane bouncing
roughly along the runway, felt 1t
lift smoothly beneath her.
When they had leveled out, and
Fragonet had given her another re-
assuring signal, 10 raised herself
slightly against the canvas belt
and peered below her. The trees
looked like squat shrubs in the
afternoon sunlight. Crest Lake,
far in the distance, was a blue gem
hardly larfge enough for a mans
ring. And the roofs of the Inn
and the circling cottages were ma
room dots against the green forest.
10 settled back into the cockpit
again, thinking of Bret, and Doug
las Marsh. OF Todd Barston and
Babs-and good old Tubby. Which
of them would she see first again :?
Or would she see any of them,
ever?
She looked through the wind
shield at the helmeted head OF
Fargonet. He was plotting her
now. She felt helpless, more alone
than ever. Instinctively she want
ed to trust Peter Fragonet. After
all, he loved he. After, all, to
Fragonet she was important
enough to guard and guide and
keep.
10 Darien would never forget
her first glimpse of Hollywood.
Miles before the plane had reached
| the Los Angeles airport, she had
seen the vast stretch of buildings
pressing from the blue sea into the
very foothills, and she had thought,
Can Hollywood be as big as this y
Then she remembered that Holly
wood was in reality only section
of a huge California metropolis,
that it had far outgrown the days
when it was a rambling little town
reached by rather drab highway,
lined with eucalyptus trees, from
Los Angeles. Those were the days
when motion pictures had been
made in barn-like structures-long
before the era of Hollywood Boule-
wards swank apartment-hotels and
swankier shops.
She had been dead tired when
she climbed from the plane at the
airport and started out by car to
the apartment which Fragonet had
suggested for 10. Nevertheless she
watched eagerly and was surprised
when Fragonet said with smile,
This is Hollywood, 10 !"
But how can you tell?" 10
laughed.
WELL" Fragonet replied, you
may see Comanche Indians on the
street-or gold miners or even a
team of mules"
But 1 haven't seen anything like
that yet
You probably won't, ne smlleo.
'It isn't like the old days when
they made pictures on every street
corner. Nowadays most of the
work is done in the studio, and we
aren't near any of those yet :.
But there's one thing you might
be able to notice, and that is that
Hollywood has more beautiful
women to the square block than
any other place on earth"
10 nodded. Why shouldn't it?
Into Hollywood every corner of
every city on the globe poured its
most beautiful girls; and if they
didn't become movies stars they
had to become something else -
salesgirls. book shop girls, wait
resses. And sometimes they stayed
and married - married insurance
statesmen, and restaurant owners,
and workers in the studios. So that
Hollywood had beautiful wives. too.
Suddenly 10 felt small and I'M
important and rather plain. Frago-
net had called her goddess at
Crest Lake. But would she be a
goddess in Hollywood where there
must be thousands of creatures so
glorious that the very name Holly
wood had come to be synonymous