Evening star., 1935-10-20

MISS SnOWdenS round Dlue eyes went
rounder and bluer, and her pencil paused over
her note book. She cast a covert glance at
Mr. Traphagen His skin was not rose-petal
1t was firm and pleasantly tanned
II said," said MIR. Traphagen and his
voice was louder now and more insistent.
"the se-petal softness of my skin attribute
to the daily use of Sante Soap. Take it down!
Write it It's testimonial which one of our
clients. Gloria Dane. has written for Santt
Soap"
oh" Miss Snowdens pencil dug ear
nestly into the paper.
And take this and get it changed into
pennies" he said, as she finished and folded
up her note book.
Again the round blue eyes dilated. This
was bill "a hundred-dollar bill
"And find pet store where can buy
twelve white mice
Miss Snowden went back to her typewriter,
her head whirling. Of course the first day in
new Office was always strange, but not this
strange. Mr.. Traphagens rose-petal skin -
ten thousand pennies - twelve white mice.
And now he was calling for Hazel.
Hazel appeared. Unlike Miss Snowden, who
possessed a certain shy, elusive prettiness,
Hazel was young lady of lush and blatant
charms, and she appeared to be extremely
capable of taking care of herself in hard
boiled world. She was lazy and leisurely as
she draped herself over MIR. Traphagens
desk. What on your mind?" she demanded.
Plenty. For one thing, Giskind wants me
to do something about Miss Cheerio.' It's
sagging."
Meaning it time you landed the leading
lady on the front page when she tries to COM
NIT suicide in Central Park Lake, leaving
note behind in her pocketbook, saying it was
all for love o."
Never mind the bright ideas. 1t isn't
Miss Cheerio' l wanted to see you about.
It's that lion tanner lady. Fearless Francine
She had an act in vaudeville, but that's all
washed up now, and she's trying to hook up
with the circus.
Here's the lay" he continued. Get her
room at the Towers. You take one next to
her with door adjoining. Your lines trained
mice. One of them gets out of the cage and
into her room She screams, telephones the
management. They send up some bell hops,
who kill the mouse. Then you rush in, raise
Cain. It's Felix, your prize mouse.
We can play it for days: LION TAMER
FAINTS AS MOUSE INvADEs ROOM - FEARLESS
FRANCINE WHO MASTERS THE JUNGLE's
MOST SAVAGE BEASTS swooNs BEFORE AD-
vANCES OF TIN1D RODENT.
"That1l be the first day. Then you sue
her and the hotel for $4,000 because your
act is ruined by the death of Felix. Then
we'll have Felix's funeral and blanket of
roses from Walt Disney in Hollywood on be-
half of Mickey Mouse. Then -" He broke off
suddenly. This is too good to waste on a
stooge." He turned toward Miss Snowden.
miss = uh - Whatshername - call up the
Allied Booking Offices and find out if they
have any white mice that need publicity"
Mr. Tommy Traphagen stood in Grand
Central Station waiting for the Twentieth
Century to pull in. Although the day was
warm. he wore top coat, its large patch
pockets buleing and sagging strangely. As the
gates opened and the passengers debouched
into the station, his eyes searched the crowd,
lighting at last on young man of dangerous
blond good looks followed by three porters
and large assortment Of snowy luggage.
Maxi
Tommy
But where" Max protested, lis the re-