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

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CHAPTER SEVEN
"XXTELL," said Marty Hiatt,
w "in the first place, he's a
swell guy. And friend of mine.
But that isn't why 1 want you to
see him. Ben Blake runs the
Models League"
The Models League?" lob,
repeated.
Sure. Haven't you ever heard
of it2"
She admitted that she hadn't.
The Models League" said Hi
att, is an agency 1t supplies
models for commercial photogra-
pliers. You know-the pretty
girls you see in advertisements in
newspapers and magazines. Pho
tographers hire their models
through an agency, and the Mod
els League is one Of these. One of
the best, too. Most of the girls
at the top in the business-girls
who earn SITS and $3.50 a week
are registered there"
Toby gasped. "A hundred and
seventy-five dollars week! Just
for having their pictures taken?"
Hiatt nodded. Eyes, and you
bet they earn it. Posing is hard
work. OF course, only the top
notchers get the high prices. But
it's a nice job. I think you'll like
it,"
Toby's eyes were round. do
you really think could do it?"
she asked.
"Of course I do. Didn't I tell
you those shots we made the
other day were swell?"
But I don't know anything
about posing"
Neither did the others when
they started. You've got what it
takes, kid-a camera face. told
you that the other day, didn't II
Well, Marty Hiatt never misses.
If we're you, I'd go up and talk
to Blake"
Toby got to her feet. Excuse
me a minute" she said. There
was a public telephone at the
rear of the lunch room and Toby
went to 1t. She deposited a coin
and dialed the number of the
employment agency.
TINE voice of the woman she
Il had talked to earlier that
morning came over the wire.
Toby reported that she had failed
to get the job at the store because
she had been too late.
I'm sorry" the woman said.
IT was afraid of that. Well, keep
in touch with us. In a day or so
there may be something"
But isn't there anything else
l can try today? l can't afford to
be without work"
I'm sorry" the woman said
again. There's nothing else just
now. Perhaps by the first of the
week"
Toby hung up the receiver. She
came back to where Hiatt was
waiting and said, We'll, I'm going
to take your advice. Where is
this Mr.. Blake and how do I get
there?"
The photographer took a card
from his pocket, wrote the adj
dress on it. 1t was in a building
uptown, easily accessible by sub
way.
Toby took the card, smiled and
brought one hand up in smart
salute. "Okay," she said. Never
let it be said a Ryan missed an
opportunity. I'm off"
Hiatt grinned back at her.
That's the spirit" he said. Some
day I'd like a picture of you like
that - one hand up and a big
smile. Might be able to sell it
for an ad. Well-so long, kid.
Remember I'm betting on you"
THEY went TO the door to-
l. gether. Then Hiatt set off west
ward and Toby turned east She
was aware, as she walked, of a
feeling of excitement, a warmth
that brought color to her cheeks
and made her step light. Oh, if
she really could get such a job,
could earn half as much money
as Hiatt had mentioned. 1t
would be a fortune!
She thought, But I'm not like
those girls in the advertisements.
They're beautiful"
The photographer had seemed
to believe that she could be
model, though. He had chosen
her for his picture instead of
Maurine Ball. Maybe she could
do it. after all. Maybe she
could
All the way to the subway sta
ton and during the ride uptown
Toby kept repeating to herself