The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-20

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 T knew you'd say that. That's why I called. But this kind of modelling is lots easier than stand ing before camera. There's noth- ing to it---and if there is anything that bothers you, you can ask me. I thought 1t would be fun working together"
 "It would bel And it's awfully nice of you to offer to help me, Harriet, but still don't know"
 Listen, don't you suppose all the other girls were beginners once2 I want you to call the oftice the first thing in the morning and see that Sallys got you on the list. There1l be about eight other models, suppose. There usually are that many"
 Well, if you're sure can do it."
 T wouldn't have said g thing about it if I wasn't sure. Of course you can. Listen, why don't you stop here for me? It won't be out of your way and we can go on together. I'll tell you exactly what you're supposed to do"
 At 1 o'clock the next afternoon the two girls were walking down a corridor of the Ritzmartz hotel. Ahead from an open door came a buzz of feminine voices, high-pitch- ed and all, apparently, talking at the same time.
 Harriet, nodded. 'Thiss the place, all right. It's usually like mad house for the first hour or so until everybody gets the clothes they're to wear and finds out when they're to appear and all that. But don't let 1t bother you"
 Toby didn't answer. They had reached the open doorway and for an instant she stood there. The rom, a large one, seemed to be in complete disorder. Furniture had been pushed out of the way. Racks from which bright-colored costumes hung obscured one wall. On a large table in the center of the room hats, gloves, furs, shoes and handbags lay in confusion. Tissue paper wrappings and carboard boxes had fallen to the floor.
 Half dozen girls all young, slender, attractive were grouped about the table or before the racks of dresses. In the center, her voice raised in crisp authority, was small, dark woman in a tailored suit.
 That's Miss Landers," Harriet whispered to Toby. She's the stylist who's running the show"
 Miss Landers turned and took in the two in the doorway. Are you girls models?" she asked.
 "Yes," Harriet said, coming for ward. I'm Harriet Holm and this is Toby Ryan"
 The older woman consulted a memorandum and nodded. Then eyeryone'B herc,' she said. I'll show you the things you're to wear in a few minutes. Let's see" she turned and went on speaking to the Blrl DeSloe ner,
 A door into an adjoining room swung open and girl appeared. She was tall, and height accented her slimness, as did the lines of her black and white dress. She wasn't a pretty girl exactly though she certainly was unusual looking. There was hint of petulance about the crimson lips and an odd upward swing to the dark eye browS. Her hair, arranged in an elaborate and extreme manner, looked almost black.
 Harriet had turned away and was talking to some girls who evi- dently were old friends. The new conner came into the room, halted a few steps from Toby and eyed her, unsmilingly.
 Who're you?' she asked ab- ruptly.
 I'm Toby Ryan Toby told her. I'm going to model in the show this afternoon"
 "Oh, are you?" It was a ques- tAOAig yCb bAAI bOAAC AHlJliCl AlO IT. terest at all in an answer. The dark-haired girl continued to stare at Toby & moment longer. Then she said, in drawling voice, "Seems to me I've seen you some where"
 TT don't think it's very likely"
 "No?" Again the studied scru- tiny. Toby felt her cheeks flush ing uncomfortably. She would have moved away, but the other girls voice went on. Could it have been in Miami? Were you there in Feb ruary?"
 No" Toby said. q wasn't in Miami"
 Then perhaps, it was last fall at Aiken, or on the boat crossing from Cherbourge?"
 Toby shook her head. q haven't been in any of those places"
 Really? How quaint" Sud- denly the girl laughed. T have itl" she said. You look exactly like a maid l used to have. She WaSn't a very Ond maid. had tn