The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-06-16

offer one to Anette.
Her unwelcome guest spoke her
thoughts. How fortunate that the
studio Is standing back Of you &c
this extent"
Sandra Owens eyes were as hot
as the cigaret smoke through which
she stared at her guest. "Yoy
should talk, with your Bel Air man
sion. And now, l 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 ?
I don't know where he is and I don I
want to know. l can't move with
out aching somewhere and it's all
his fault. He led me on. He put me
In the picture, only to use all the
sneaking theatrical tricks known
to steal ii from me, then had the
nerve to tell me / was no good,
that he couldn't do anything more
for me, 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
help her in the tragic scenes re-
ouired Of the character, Mona In
stead Of her sadness producing the
needed tears. it seemed to crys-
talize 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
picture. But they've got to be
good, Anette." He beat the fist OF
one hand into the palm Of the other
They've got 70 be absolute misery
sodden, pufy-eyed misery. You
must look as though you had cried
for week. None Of this delicate
pearl drop on the cheek stuff. And
so far, that's all you've accom-.
plished." Brutally he concluded
Whoever said you were so good
at tragic scenes must have beer
plumb, stark nuts"
Neither his derisive words, MOI
his striding away furiously both.
cred the young actress. True, she
felt certain shame that she coulc
not DO the scene, but II was nearly
deadened by the strange trance.
like spell that clutched her.
After her director had walked of
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
down in her chair. She took of the
elaborate mantilla Of white Chan.
tilly lace and held 1t protectively in
her lap while she closed her ewes
A combination hairdresser and
makeup girl, assigned to her for
the picture, took that opportunity
to arrange the actress curls. An.
cites 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 angrily 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 II
was such a little curl" Such a III.
tie black curl. "Oh, Miss Winslowp %
The hairdresser entreated In a wall
as Anette began to cry.
They took the weeping scenes a