Evening star., 1939-12-03

SIldHucIHldlO, tne real one, SdlQ, AND nad
just put new sheets on Mr. Carter bed when
they came in, without 50 much as thank you,
and ripped off the covers -"
Back in 708, Joyce was holding the sheet
and trying to look as though she knew how to
make bed. She did that very well. She also
posed busting dresser She lacked busting
cloth, but one of the cameramen jerked off a
pillow cover, rumpled it. and handed it to
her, saying, Here, use this, Miss Warheld."
After ten or twelve of these shots, the
cameramen went into whispering huddle,
and Miss Warfield caught only an occasional
word, like legs" and gotta get some life"
Afterwards, We've got to get something
different, Miss Warfeld," said the spokes-
man. How about one of you standing on
chair cleaning Window"
Joyce, not being blind, knew very we'll that
her legs were good. Not being fool, she also
knew that her legs were quite as valuable
publicity to the Hospital Volunteer League as
her face So she said, Certainly" and got up
on the chair, put one foot on the sill and
lifted her dustcloth to an upper pane,
process which disclosed a gratifying quantity
of silk-clad leg The flashbulbs hared.
Thanks, Miss Warfield," said the spokes-
man. "See you again.
You're very welcome" Joyce called, as
the little group went out.
Alone, she glanced at her watch, then re-
ferred to her slip of instructions. Her next
duty was at IL :3O when she was to pose in a
<o no 1od "IlphNf2nfoS
Who Were Chambermaids for Day. That
was good half hour away.
Joyce yawned sleepily. Well, she had
right to be tired. Up until three Am. at PANS
affair And then dragged out of bed at $50
O'Clock for this. She looked at the bed and had
an idea Why not rest here for few minutes?
She propped the pillows against the head
board, sat down and put up her feet. A
cigarette, now ah, there was pack on the
table. She lit one and drowsed comfortably.
1t was pleasant to recline there and think.
Who was it who said, Its great to be young,
handsome, rich and famous?" Somebody who
wrote something sometimes.
Joyce was all that. Gifted with the candor
of her kind, she accepted the facts with no
silly inward blush, no coy giggle. She was
twenty young enough She was rich "a
bit of bore because lawyers were always try
ing to make her understand the difference
between Brazilian bonds and Spanish bonds.
Famous, of course, effortlessly. Weren't the
society columnists squabbling over whether
she was Number Two or Number Three on
the plarnOr list2 Wasn't she DhOtOgraDhed in
every important night club, with the best
looking, most eligible young bachelors in town?
1t gave her thrilled, tingly feeling - and.
with that same inner candor, she admitted it
to herself - to be pointed out, and talked
about, and pursued and have people speculate
on which of dozen distinguished young men
she would finally accept.
Queer, but two years ago. when she grad
uated from college, she herself hadn't realized
her appeal Neither, for that matter, had any
body else - unless it was Adam Bitner. She
had crush on Adam then - childish. as she
soon realized. She wanted nothing more than
to marry Adam and wept when her parents
said she ought to wait year or two.
They we're right, for once. Imagine being
married now to Adam! Oh, a nice enough fel-
low, plugging away in law office. But 50
very unimpogt tant! He still hung on, far down
the list of young men with whom she was seen
now and then. Very far down.
Now and then, for old times sake, she per-
mitted him to take her out. Partly because she