balls the and are with afternoon.. s e d her Kif- (Continued From Page Owe.) a rough draft of a story called Rage of Paris. 1 ' It looked all right. Studio chieftains, with an eye on those Saturday night checks, said "go."' Miss Barrieu'x went before the cameras yesterday, while the writers upstairs sent down the script, page by page. The story lias her a French* girl, stranded in New York and looking lor a job as a model. thinks she has employment posing in the nude for an artist, but'she- j gets the wrong'address and goes-to the office of an advertising agent, where immediately .she strips for work. The banks.-'Jr. ie agent is Douglas F ; iir-i '..and he thinks she : ti t t.vtJm wo-v w rt m-,,,.^i ood puts happen,, " ' nice (that's the way Hollywood it.) A lot of other things Fairbanks changes his .mind "and' marries her. The inaugural scene and new the Riffle's of showed ber* P Mc" undressing in Fairbanks* office, i Miss Darrieux pulled off her blouse, her shoes, and a couple of oti ; ei arrange_ r *i,Â»Â»*. * nionlo fnr iho garments. Only one man on the stage ignored her. He paced the floor with his hands behind his back. His name was Henry Decoin. He \vas her husband. Fairbanks halted Miss Darrieux's undressing in the nick of time -studio; -studio; officials hoped--to foil the censors. She stood there and shivered, the day being cold/while she argueo. with him. Then the cameras stopped and she put on a blue dressing gown. She lit a cigarette and smiled this correspondent asked her how jfelt to earn $900 a day, or SI 12.50 basis of an eight- i j an hour, on . movie weekly $4,500. She said she felt nervous.; The interview was going fine when Director Director Henry Koster yelled for her to start the next scene. Nobody could blame him. Every minute counted, at a rate of $18.75 per.