The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-19

HATS reassurances. But by the
time she reached the office build
ing, panic had taken hold of her.
With a gulp, she told herself,
They can't do any more than
put me out. And I've got to go
through with it now. I promised
Mr.. Hiatt"
Resolutely she opened the door
and went inside.
The elevator operator showed
no surprise when she said, Mod
els League" He answered, Fifth
floor" banged the door of the car
shut and they shot upward.
TOBY stepped out of the ele-
Il vator to face a deserted cor
ridor. She wandered to the right
a dozen yards, then to the left.
Suddenly she saw the door Just
ahead. In neat black lettering were
the words, MODELS LEAGUE,
INC"
Toby pushed the door open, en-
tered. The room in which she
stood was a rather small Office.
separated from a larger one by
railing. A girl sat at a desk in
one corner of the room. Behind
her, lining the walls. were rows
of photographs. The girl was
talking to a slender, distinguished
looking man with gray hair.
A half dozen chairs stood
against the wall at the right. A
man and girl were sitting there,
the man reading a newspaper. On
the left, near the swinging gate
leading to the Office beyond, was
large screen on which maya
zine cover and several advertise
mentS, each a photograph, had
been fastened.
A small girl in a black fur coat
and red hat came through the
swinging gate, paused before the
screen. Toby suppressed gasp.
1t was the girl-the very same
one-pictured or the magazine
cover. The girl gazed at the pho
tograph, studying it impersonally.
Yes, indeed, it was the same girl
Toby became aware that the
girl at the desk was looking at
her inquiringly. The slender man
had departed. Toby went over TO
the desk. She said hesitantly,
I'D like to see Mr.. Blake"
What is your name?" the girl
asked crisply.
"Ryan-Toby Ryan"
"Oh!" The other girl smiled in
friendly fashion. You're the girl
Mr.. Hiatt telephoned about?"
yes" Toby hadn't known
Marty Hiatt was going to tele-
phone but she would be eternally
grateful to him for it.
II. BLAKE is busy now" the
IVA girl at the desk said, "but
he'll see you later. While you're
waiting you can I'LL out this card.
Have you had any experience as
a model?"
Toby said that she had not. The
girl did not, as Toby had feared,
look as though this was a shock
ing admission. Instead she said,
I'll let you know when Mr.. Blake
can see you
Toby retired to the farthest
chair and began to fill in the card.
She wrote her full name, address,
and the telephone number at her
rooming house. In the space OPP
posite age she wrote 49," opposite
weight, wrote 10 pounds. She
added that she was 5 feet 3 inches
tall. wore size IL dresses, four-A
shoes, 9 stockings, 211a hats and 6
gloves.
Toby had written many appli-
cations for employment but she
had never seen such card as
this. Absorbed by her surround
ings, the time slipped by quickly.
She was startled when she heard
her name called.
miss Ryan,
1t was the girl at the desk who
had spoken. She went on. mfr.
Blake will see you now. Go
through the gate and down the
corridor, It's the last Office on
the right.
Toby followed instructions. Be-
fore the last door on the right
she halted. The door stood open.
Toby hesitated, uncertain whether
to knock or speak.
The man inside looked UP sud-
denly, saw her and put down the
letter he had been reading. How
do you do" he said. Did you
want to see me?"
LIE was a broad shouldered
Il Il young man, wearing a tweed
suit. His hair was dark brown
and he had a very straight nose
and a wide mouth. Toby, for a
fleeting moment, thought she had
met him somewhere. That, of
course, was impossible. She must
have seen him, though. All at
once, she knew. His photograph
that was it! Shed seen his
photograph a dozen times, adver-
Using a certain make of collars.
Or was it shirts?