The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-09-16

It was Just moment until Judy was connected with Philip Rogers oftice.
 "Philipp'
 "JudyI" She knew that he was alone from the freedom of his voice. Otherwise, 1t would have been controlled, courteous. More unfavorable publicity you want smacked7"
 NO, every man to his own lovel Anyway it's silly. SandyUs as free as one of his clouds, It's about the magazine called.'
 You mean It's objectlng2 Then you have a lot to learnl Buy yourself some outrageous clothes and hats, and center interest on your legs. Cameramen like them, You know that"
 "Of course. Actresses, youth leaders, women corset buyers --- that's why the newsreels perch all of them on ships rail, But what has all of this to do with mep"
 only this. A few pictures of you taken right now and appear ing immediately might rate pretty high at the moment. Under Twenty would give you q raise" His voice remained gay and steady.
 Judy looked at the streaming Win- dowpaneS as she answered. And think of the rush I'd get in Holly wood. When girl has broken heart--I mean when word gets around that she's bought bottle of iodine for cardiac scrateh--it gives her certain something Any way don't like dressing up unless I'm going to have fun" Her voice low, sweetly bitter, cynical, never faltered. Anyway, why shouldn't this Peg Gordan be in his life9 You probably know her, too"
 We were on two or three house parties together last year Once at the club ct Lake Placid in tho winter. Another time on week" end cruise. don't like glitterinG blondJ."
 T oee. The Little Eva type gets you, Philip. But did have q reason for calling, You've me- my secretary assistant, Sara Full ler?"
 There was 6 pause so brief it al. most might not have been, SO de- finite that 1t formed c word that spread across the silver wires that carry voices.
 "Yes, know her. Tall. dark"
 "Never mind the rest. You know the lady," the cynical voice went on. Maybe she consulted you before she did her dirty workl"
 "Her dirty workp What dirty workp" Now his voice was alive and electric, too.
 Judys tones were fluid, sar- donic, trying to be amused, Sara has signed her by.line to story of mine in this months book, It's my story. word for word an in- terview with Q fashion designer - but Sara signed It. Why didn't she do something of her own2 l asked her to type my notes, that's oil. Shall let her get away with tt2 Or report 1t to Miss Barnard2"
 Change the by-line and forget 1t. The dark young lady Is wal lowing in fear, I imagine. I'll speak to her. Don't forget we have 6 date a 5, Judy"
 I'll be ready and I'll out giamorize Hollywood, If that's what you want" She hung up. finished the news proofs changed tho by-line on her own story, put the papers in the wooden basket on the desk of the editors secre- tary, and went out to get a milk shake ct corner drug store, People were supposed to eat to keep up their strength, she re- minded herself as she discovered e dark, corner booth.
 Why did people need strength, though when nothing was left for which to fight2 Of course Sandy was a goop, brat, a wanderer- on, he wasn't; he was a restless Viking with keen gray eyes, a slow drawl and the power to go anywhere with a plane.
 The big room that had been converted into 8 dining place be- came steamy from the wetness that blew in with office girls who came for sandwiches and milk shakes. The lights dimmed in the electric candles on the tables; the storm became wilder.
 One thought rode through Judy's mind, over and over, like an electric belt that went round and round 8 building. Sandy had known Peg |. Sandy had known Peg
 Had he known her before that night last June when she, Judy Allen, first met him? Oh, surely, surely notl
 Slipping a milk shake through two straws she lost the present in a