Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-05-27
Daily Short Story
Gallant Assist
By HOLLIS sTARNEs
AID LOSE me Job sure!" =

I'D LOSE me JOB sure Salu
Il Old Tom the porter. Its
ag'in every rule O. the hotel!
"Since when have YOU followed
a rule:" scoffed young Wyn BaA-
ter, the actress.
"An' who's TO blame, God help
me-" The old man wagged his
gray head and Squatted on
trunk in the crowded baggage
room of the San Pedro. Yer
self an yer Likes. forever tempt
In me 10 shenanigans-at the
risk o. me job"
The twinkle in his eyes Knocked
ne reproof OF his tone as he looked
I'D at the lovely blonde before him.
Lord. here she was as tail as
himself now, he was thinking, a
fine figure of a woman, and only
Yesterday she was a tow-headed
like. always underfoot around the
hotel. Her folks were a song and
dance team. and Baby Baxter was
born and brought UP in the San
Pedro.
Not a bad job of upbringing at
that, he reflected proudly. for an
actors hotel in the heart of Broad
way. Baby Baxter had il all over
these scrawny critters that won
beauty contests,
This il my big chance Mt a
part that's simply made for me-"
said Wyn, her blond curls bob
bling. blue eyes fixed on him.
THE producer wants me, the
director wants me-everybody
wants me hut this toad of play
wright. TIL win him over too, II
I can just get to him! That's
where you come In, Tom Hag-
gerfy."
SHIFTS UNDER GAZE
The old fellow shifted under her
relentless gaze. He didn't look SO
husky any more. she noticed. he
seemed TO be shrinking under his
Uniform. He was still spry on his
feet, but his gnarled face in re-
pose betrayed his years.
"Soon rs i get going I'm this
lob she said, I'll give you rs
much rs you get here, and you
: won't have TO haul heavy old
trunks either--at every ones
beck and call"
$50 ye'd pension me, would
ye?" he cackled. "Yer a eau
ton, Baby Baxter"
Don't call me that" She
bounced on him and shook his
shoulders. Its indecent when
persons 49,"
Excuse me, Wyn," he said.
at just slipped out"
THAT baby stuff will be my
-siin," she stormed. when they
ired about me to this author on
re coast, what do you think he
id: He remembered Baby
axter' perfectly noisome
-at with her teeth In braces!
ON choked back a chuckle
she swung herself onto a ward
unk and kicked her heels
i. -'ously.
cal, he's no beauty himself,
Il recall the Teller when he
spped here" he said. "A
1T gawky readheaded bean
-"
- "His looks don't interest
So" she snapped. 81 Just want
: Lat part. Tom, I've lain awake
.glts scheming how 1 could
-;ct TO this creature. When i
card he was landing east today
md coming to the hotel. i had
lie answer. 1 thought up this
.leayenly plan"
g Heavenly he gasped. Its
mad an murderous plan,
. Wyn. Surely to God there's
some other way you can see
the man. Why don't you ring
Z him up on the telephone?"
NOT TAKING CALLS
Because he's not taking
calls" said the girl YEARLY.
"And don't tell me TO wait out.
side his door. or by the elevator
or In the coffee shop. I've tried
those lodges on other managers
and authors. They don't work"
"He's not such a bad lot, now
recollect this Bob Ryder"
unused Tom. "He lived here
long spell fore he went of TO
write for the movies. S'posin'
when I haul up his trunk
presently, I tell him yer down