The Washington times., 1937-07-22

| retarieS were as plentiful as blades
of grass in Central Park.
What about teaching? Very few
people, apparently, were employ
ing governeSses these days.
IF I were beauty expert or
millinery designer, might land
something" thought Toni, appalled,
by the knowledge that, despite her
four years at the university, she
knew very little that was saleable.
She read the Help Wanted col
umns.
MASSEUSE, licensed, we'll
built. Apply Kilmoon's Gym
naSium.
well built, but not licensed"
giggled Toni to herself. Here was
something more promising.
GIRLS - beautiful, refined
types, for Photographic model
ing; experience unessential.
But it was a wild-gooSe chase,
and humiliating too. For the
picker of beauty CURLY told her
that she was neither young
enough nor pretty enough, in his
opinion. Looking in her mirror as
she left the place, she realized
she did look rather haggard. for
she had slept badly the night be-
fore, and worry didn't improve
ones appearance anyway.
Despite this Snub, and now more
careful of her makeup, she sat
for hours in the waiting rooms Of
theatrical agencies.
Hadn't she had good parts in
plays put on by the college dra-
matte society? And wasn't she
willing to begin with small bits,
and work her way up?
The agents laughed at her
naivete, her greenness. One gave
her q voice hearing, and appeared
somewhat impressed. IF the field
weren't so crowded, we might land
you as a blues singer" he told
her as he took her name and adj
dreSs-and that ended it.
At the end of her second week
in New York, Toni moved to a
cheaper hotel, bought an electric
plate, and started light housekeep-
ing.
But she didn't let her parents
know OF her change Of address.
The first hotel had been
smarter. Her mail could still be
sent there. She could call for it.
Keep her chin up. That was i'm
portant. ......
Extraordinary that a big city
could be so frightfully lonely! Here
on teeming Broadway, she was
grateful to exchange a few words
with old Bridget, who had a tiny
fruit-stand on the corner of Forty
seventh Street. When buying
oranges from Bridget on more
than one occasion, the sympathetic
woman had drawn from Toni
her continued disappointment in
trying to find work.
Tonight it was windy, and a
sudden gust caught Bridget's stall,
scattering fruits on the sidewalk.
Toni Swooped down on them, gath
cred them and returned them to
the old vender.
"Ljssen. honey. there's a try-out
at the New Gallo Casino at 10
tomorrow morning. You'd make a
swell showgirl. You go on over and
tell 'em you've had experience"
advised Bridget.
But I don't know anybody to
ask for" The place in question
was an enormous cafe and music
hall on Broadway that was
crowded nightly.
Twas little Cassie Doyle as
lives around the corner told me
they're putting on a new revue.
She's in the chorus. Ask for Cassie.
Be there early and say a friend
sent you. CasSie'll see you. She's
a good-natured kid" grinned
Bridget.
CHAPTER VII
Morning found Toni in the surge
Of applicants at the stage door.
They were turning them away al
ready! Desperately she scrubbed a
message on a card, thrust it. with
one Of her few remaining dollars,
at the doorkeeper and begged him
to give it Immediately to Miss Cas-
sic Doyle.
After an interminable wait, a
small, red-headed, Snub-nosed girl
appeared, in shorts and blouse.
TOMS card in hand, she looked at
her sharply as Toni pushed for.
ward.
Boy friend send your" she
asked.
Ito Be Continued
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