The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-07-24

Ed arrived. A pretty nurse in spotless
white informed him that DR.. DonelSon
had been i'll for several days. But DICE
wasn't at home either: Ed found nm nun
his head on his arms on the table
very, very drunk. Ed wasn't surprised.
In fact, It was what he had suspected.
The instinct, he would have told you,
that one drunk has for the presence
Of another-no matter at what o1s-
lance.
whats his bill?" he asked Toni,
and when he had paid it: Call me q
cab, will you, and help me out with
him. No, thanks, nothing to drink.
Yes. I will, too. Give me a big ginger
ale." -.
He took Dick to his hotel. He sat at
his bedside for hours and listened as
the boy deliriously cried for Chenille
and his father, for a chance to do what
he wanted to do:
Hollywood is filled with mothers OF
future women screen stars. They hang
about the studio gates. They crash
casting directors. They encourage the
attentions Of Eyes" men Of all degrees
to their daughters, letting It be known
that there is no limit if only Geraldine
gets a chance in return. They'll even
throw themselves in in the bargain If
Oil olOCI SUuOlO ACCOUNTABILITY oAO
the slime Of the earth.
Ella joined the ranks of these, but
she was not one of them. Indeed, no!
She was Mrs. DR.. DonelSon Of Glen
vile. Her daughter had won a beauty
contest and would take her screen test
at once, if you please.
They gave Pat her screen test, Is
per contract. Poor little Pat! She was
beautiful, but the camera registered
her as a little too tall and pinched of
feature. Nights of tears will wash any
girls beauty away. They had her regis
ter love and hate and fear and Joy and
sorrow. They all came Out on the screen
exactly alike, because Pat had never
had any dramatic training. They had
her speak and sing little songs. The
timber of her voice was not of the
quality that the ~microphone demands.
Her voice was wavery.
They were sorry, they told Ella, but
Miss Donelson'S talents were not exactly
fitted to the screen. Pat wa glad. But
Ella wasn't. Ella was indignant. They
didn't suppose for a moment that she
believed that, did they? All right. Did
they know who she was besides being
Mrs. DR.. Donelson? Well, she was Ella
Donelson, a very wealthy woman, Ella
Donelson, president of the Chenille
Vile w. G. T. U, chairman Of the
Chenille board of censorship. And she
didn't mind telling them that she
didn't like a lot of the things she had
already seen and heard here in Holly
wood. She wondered if they would like
her to 60 back and in a series of lee
lures tell the people of the middle west
just how things were done here in.
Hollywood. She took out her militant
Christianity and pinned it on her
ample bosom. And Hollywood handled
her with kid gloves.
Pat got fairly steady work as an
extra girl. The larger the mob, the
mustn't be impatient, Ella told her.
Rome wasn't built in a day. Some day
some one of importance would dis
cover her. That was the story of many
Hollywood stars. Some one Of import
anc had discovered them. Some one Of
Importance did discover Pat. He was
Henri Lanier, Mammoth's ace director.
Henri liked them beautiful. He liked
them young. He liked them innocent.
Pat was all three. She was made to
order for Henri Lanier.
Dear David: We are getting on
famously. Pats progress, which has
been slow, has suddenly become
the attention Of Henri Lanier, one
of the greatest directors in Holly
wood. He has already taken her to
a premiere, which is one of this
towns most important events. He
has also taken her to the Ambassa-
dor several times to- dance. He has
given her an important part in The
come home, but you a see how
important it is to Pats future that
I remain here with her. You had
better send $1,000. Living is very
expensive here"
Il hate Henri Lanier," Pat told her
mother as she arrived home one night
from an evening with him. HE paws
all the time. His hands are damp. He's
bad"
You can keep him in his place."
Ella told her eagerly. HE knows you're
a good girl. Remember your career"
sure, Henri Lanier knew Pat was
her. He got a kick out of good girls.
Dear Daddy: Mother has told
you how well I'm doing, so I guess
I'm doing well. How are you? Do
you miss me? I miss you awfully.
How is everybody in Chenille? Give
Ed Struthers my love. How is Bill
aalght? Has ne another girl? Lots
OF love. Your Pat"
I'm sorry you found me in the
condition you did," Dick told Ed
Struthers. They were sitting in Dicks
hotel room, and he was bathed and
shaved and very well-pressed and
drawn and haggard-looking 1T was
swell of you to move my things. I'd
just as o they didn't think I vent on
sprees. O they've seen me a trifle I'M
der the weather. But I never went so
long before"
HELL" Ed struthers laughed, you
are not ~apologizing to me for being
on q little bat, are you? With my rec
ord? Maybe you'd better have a drink
right now. Make you feel better"
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