Henderson daily dispatch., 1942-04-11

offer ore to Anette.
Her unWelcome guest spoke he,
thoughts. How fortunate that the
studio is standing back of you tc
this extent"
SsHlra Owens eyes were as hot
as the Ci9aret smoke through which
. she stared at her guest. You
should talk, with your Bel Air man
sion, And now, I wish you'd ask
( what you came to ask, then leave
Il want to know where my hus-
band is
Arrogantly. Sandra asked, why
come TO me with such a question
l don't know where he is and I don't
want to know. l cant move with
out aching somewhere and it's all
his fault. He led me on. He put me
in the picture, only to 5 all the
sneaking theatrical tricks known
TO steal it from me, then had the
nerve to tell me I was no good.
that he couldn't do anything more
for ne, that he didn't intend to,
that he was through" Her maroon
red lips Curled. And then you ask
me where he is. Me, of all people.
Find your battered-up husband
yourself. You're safe at last. No
other woman would have him."
Anette said no more. She gath
cred her mink coat about her and
rushed from the contamination of
such hatred.
Although her heart was heavy
with unhappiness, it seemed not to
hep her IN the tragic scenes re-
CURED of the character, Mona. In
stead of her sadness producing the
needed tears, it seemed to crys-
tallze her emotions.
please try" the director plead
ed. If can just get the crying
~scenes-those shots of your tor
tured, wet face, We'll be through.
Without them we don't even have
a picture. But they've got to be
good. Anette." He beat the fist of
one hand into the palm Of the other.
'lheyVe got to be absolute misery,
sodden, puffy-eyed misery. You
must look as though you had cried
for a week. None Of this delicate
pearl drop on the cheek stuff. And
so far, that's all you've accom-
pllshed.' Brutality he concluded,
whoever said you were SO GOOD
at tragic scenes must have been
plumb, stark nuts"
Neither his derisive words, nor
ms strldlng away furiously both
cred the young actress. True, she
felt a certain shame that she could
not DO the scene, but it was nearly
deadened by the strange trance
like spell that clutched her.
After her director had walked off
the set she did not stir for several
minutes. Other players and the
Workmen, subdued by the tension,
were also almost motionless, vic.
TINS of apprehension. Anette gath
cred up her long skirts and sat
Gown IN her chair. She took off the
elaborate mantilla of white Chan.
tlly lace and held it protectively in
her lap while she closed her ewes
A combination hairdresser and
makeup girl, assigned TO her for
the picture, took that opportunity
10 arrange the actress curls. An.
et'e's eyes remained closed during
all the combing and brushing, but
when tiny scissors made a barely
audible shipping sound as they cut
on an obstinate curl, those topaz
eyes Widened to stare anerily at
the hairdresser.
Suddenly frightened, she backed
away. I'm sorry, Miss Winslow,
But it was in the way. I've cut SO
much of your hair and you've never
cared. This spoiled the line. And it
was such a little curl" Such a lit-
lie black curl. oh, Miss Winslowr'
the hairdresser ~entreated in a wall
as Anette began to cry.
lhey took the weeping Genes a