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September 30, 1935

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, SEPTEMBER 19SB [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY HO'-HO 1 .- ' HEARD SUN FIRE |_AST ' A FELLOW ' CHICKEN COOP RAlOS-TKERCS I ^^= MUtO*TWAT »KC- BOLLET HOLES IN THOSE PAKTS AND i See A COUPLE ME88E THCY BE HOT CLUES :: ^ TWO AND TWO TCXSETWER ANt I TEN OAYS l*» OAH- tEAD THIS FIRST: Fun, parties, pretty clothes and eaux are things unattractive Carol Kennedy had never desired until she soked into the eyes of Dr. Owen /raig, fiance of her cousin, Kathy 'rentice. Kathy is marrying: Owen or his social prestige alone. When 'arol, an orphan, comes into a vast ortune, she suddenly decides to save her old home in Connecticut nd seek freedom and happiness in few York. .Isobel Bronson, an old chool chum, takes Carol to her first ocktail party where she meets tary Crandall, playboy, who agrees o show her how to become a lascl- ating woman. She emerges from a eauty shop a changed girl and, lith proper clothes, finds herself a lost attractive person. Isobel helps er find an apartment and Gary inds her a job, knowing nothing of er wealth. At a party she meets lanfred Morris, theatrical producer. Vhen her other job fails to mater- ilize, Carol Is persuaded by Isobel o call on Morris. Morris sees pos- ibilities In Carol as an actress and ends h.er to the theater where his ew musical show is in rehearsal. fOW GO ON WITH THE STOKY CHAPTER 15 It would have made a good story f Carol's natural grace had been ufficient to have fallen easily into he intricacies of a chorus routine lut it .wasn't. She waa willing but he waa awkward. His voice hoarse with shouting, ixhausted with the day's work, Jenny Rubin took her aside when he started to leave and, writing his tame on a card, told her to be at 'ed Wayland's dancing school at tine in the morning. He'd leave di- ections for her there. By that time Carol, exhausted rith all the excitement and the late lours of the party the night before, va.a too tired to question any irreg- ilarity that might have risen in her nind. She made her supper on a owl of milk and crackers and fell nto her bed to dream of herself Itandlng alone on a brightly lighted ftage, her arms full of flowers. She fcmiled at a face in the darkness. It vas Owen Craig's but when she noved toward it, it was Gary Cran- Jall^and Manfred Morris who was rying to putt~her away. Rehearsals for "Stellar Perfonm- ince" were to start in a week. The ihow was to open May 15. Carol md a week to learn the simple lance steps in every chorus girl's ·outlne. Only a week to make her iody supple and that week was a lard, gruelling one with every day ending in torture. Her back icreamed with pain. Her ankles mrned and, when she fell into bed it night, she felt that she had not he strength left to breathe. Had she time during 1 those days or lights to ask herself if it was vorth that effort, she who had no verwhelming desire for the theater, ihe might have quit hut Carol was :aking everything that life offered icr in this, new bright era and was finding it exciting. The rehearsal period began and ?arol discovered that that first week was a vacation compared to the weeks that followed. For the dancing, bending, kicking, wheeling, walking did not end with the day- ight. Rehearsals went on far into the night and she dragged herself aut of bed in the morning drugged with sleep with which she thought she would never get caught up. That was her whole life. Gary was at White Sulphur. She talked :o Isobel on the telephone but she lad no time to see her. Ned Banks had called to apologize for not appearing that morning and to ask her if she'd go down to Kentucky for the Derby on a party he waa arranging. As for Manfred Morris, his name was mentioned in awed tones in that company with which she passed her time. She saw him frequently sitting in the darkened house. She saw him .riding away from the theater with Carity Hillman, the singing star of the show. She never saw him to speak to and she dared not call him on the telephone to thank him for the job. He had apparently forgotten her. She was just another giri he wanted in his show and that was that. Carol had no interest in him other than gratitude. And he had none in her. It didn't occur to Carol that there was anything unusual about a chorus girl being sent to Ted Wayland's for special lessons. On the night of May 15, New York turned out in all its brilliance to welcome the first night of "Stellar Performance." Carol thought she might have had stage fright had she been able to feel anything. The words on the telegram Isobel and John had sent her blurred before her tired eyes and all through that first public appearance, the only conscious thought she had was that soon she would be able to sink into sleep. Isobel wanted her to go on to a supper party but she couldn't make it. The ehow was hit. The new crop of Morris' beauties was the talk of the town. People sought introductions. There were parties after every performance. Carol declined all invitations. That did her popularity with the other girls no good. Carol simply didn't like the idea of late hours, too much drinking, too much shrill laughter and tinsel. She didn't belong. She made overtures to the other girls and occasionally her luncheon invitations were accepted. She took her guests to the Japanese garden at the Ritz. Then the whispering campaign began, whispers that brought a doubtful respect. Still waters run deep. Meek as Moses and sweet as nie but is she smart! And who is the angel? You never can tell about these quiet ones. Wouldn't go on parties with the girla but wears Paris clothes and gives luncheons at the Rltz. Careful too. Doesn't bring the boy friend around to let him get a look at the other girls. Carol, of course, knew nothing of the gossip and conjecture about her that went on in the dressing room she shared. Gracla Bach played the second lead in "Stellar Performance." Gladyce Cramer, one of the chorus girls, was her understudy, an honor coveted by all the other ladies of the ensemble. The night that Gladyce caught her heel in a ruffle and tumbled headlong down the stairs and into a hospital with a broken ankle, there was much excitement in the ranks of her sister chorines. Who would get the coveted understudy job? Carol didn't take part in their excitement. She had decided that when the show closer! she would find another kind of work. They were changing into their costumes for the last number when Pop Keelin called into the dressing room: "Miss Kennedy . . . cal! for Miss Kennedy . . , Mr. Jacobs wants to see you in his office after the show." Forty hands rested on 20 pairs of shapely hips. Twenty pairs of eyes fastened on Carol and then on each other with an expression that plainly said, "So, she gets the job? Whose baby is she?" There might have been more but the curtain call came and Carol wore the same smile as the others as they pranced on in their crinoline gowns. Carol's heart beat faster TvlKT MAW UA?S TO 3ET O»JT OP 1UE MOUSE TOCXXY* PLACE TW\« 'TVL N\GVrr TO ME CANFT «v4 OS JTO KOVsl! NNVTv* ROOA-TO FORGET \\J^f FOR. A* VJV4\L.E! By Us Forgrove r i g h t . 9 3 5 . b y c e n t f » l High Pressure Pete ART GAUBW By George Swan IMS. Vy Cwlrnl Fran Am*l«U««. U«. GABBY, WHAT ARE THOSE TICKETS STICKING OUT OF YOUR POCKET? ISNT THB JUST DUCKY, RUNNING INTO YOU IN CHICAGO, THIS WAY, GABBY? YEAH t UH-HUH, ITS OH THESE? OH, JESS A COUPLA FOOTBALL TICKETS WHY, THEYRE FOR THE PURDUE GAME--AND I VAS JUST DYING TO GO/ WE'LL HAVE A GRAND TIME AT THE GAME/-IU MEET YOU AT THE MAIN GATE-I MUST RUSH ON NOW, GOODBY, POOR GAB6V WHAT A FIX TO BE IN.' REMEMBER HE HAS PROMISED TO TAKE MAW ANN TO THE PURDUE GAME,TOO By William Ritt and Joe King RITA LA ROYA, A SHOW GIRL WHOM GABBY MET ON A TRAIN, BOBS UP AGAIN / Muggs McGinnis Joe BACK To THe. Uoose. XX) i AM APPVE. To / OM THE FlRSTT DAY CF SCHOOL.? OM.Vbu ousfr Do TWAT! { AVi APPLE,OR. AVi ORAXiE.. bo WfTH Mfe.SEE.? $kSoTTA rcx nr IP YOU VUA*JT TO GET AMY WATU WO APPUES OR AMYTWMG LEFT- So IT WATW TUflU-oR A 6RAPE .« -on. , DEAR! By Wally Bishop Copyright. 1055, by Central Prew Association. Inc. Etta Kett HI,VA, BROTHER.* ' DID A "TRUCK. kriSS 1 VA * W012SEIN) AT.* I BEEPED THE TOP. ETTA, AND HER OLD MAN CAME OUT AND HE DOWM / I HOWS At * NO»J VA CAM SOCK: I * I JUST WISH HE'D SCRATCHED ME UP A LITTLE - I WOULOA SUE.O HIM PtENPL* HIM TOR. SOME RE At DAMAGES, By Paul Robinson i under her crinoline bodice. She wondered if she were going to be fired. Jacobs handled the blue-covered script. "Read it over tonight, Carol. Be here at two tomorrow; we'H run over it then with Miss Bach. You're elected and there's a raise in it for you." Carol wanted to hand it back and yet she wanted to keep it. She knew how badly the other girls wanted the role and surely one of them should have it. She didn't need the extra money and she had no ambitions to be a Katherine Cornell. Yet in every girl's heart there is a desire to prove her talents and while Carol did not deceive herself into thinking she had theatrical talent, she was anxious to teat it. "I wouldn't study so hard, if 1 were you," one of the girls said tartly one day when she found Carol studying the part as she ate her supper. "Bach hasn't been known to miss a performance in 14 years. They say she fainted once but dicin't close her eyes 'til the lights went out on Broadway." Carol hoped that was true. She began to suffer stage fright every time she neared the theater fearing that would be the performance when she would be called on. Gracia Bach showed no signs of illness or inclination to miss a performance for which Carol was grateful. Gracia, however, was an impulsive lady and, when Jules Vetter offered her his yacht, his private car, his racing stahlea and his name, Gracia lost no time in accepting. She caught a morning plane for Chicago and Jacobs called Carol at 11 o'clock to tell her a special rehearsal had been called for that morning. "There now, don't be nervous," Mis* Bacb'a ex-maid comforted Carol as she slipped the gown of silver scales over Carol's head and dusted the smooth whiteness of her back. "Your hands are cold as ice but you'll get over that when you get out there." At first Carol knew that her tones could · hardly be heard beyond the footlights but she soon forgoL her nervousness in the concentration of remembering her lines. Eventually, or what seemed like five years later, the performance was over. Behind the lowered curtain, confusion and noise reigned as the seta were moved and the company disbanded but, like wildfire, a whisper went through the ranks: "Morris ia waiting in Kennedy's dressing room." . . . "He has a box of flowers." . . . "Morris is the boy friend." . . . "Have you heard? Kennedy is Morris' new heart." . . . "Wonder if Carita knows." . . . And so it went. (TO BK CONTINUED) Marjoric Zeiger Winner. GARNER, Sept. 28.--Misa Marjorie Zeiger, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Frank W. Zeiger, was chosen "Miss Garner," in a beauty contest sponsored by most of the business firms in Garner. There were 15 young women entered in the contest. Miss Ginger Waller, daughter of Mr. and Mr.s. Wayne Waller and Misa Betty Lou Barnes, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Barne.% tied for second place and each received gifts. Never aend a petition to a congressman: If he's dumb enough to he Impressed by a petition, he hasn't enough influence to get anything «Jon*.--O«Ur Rapid* Gazette. . ' I Wilson of Whittemore Hurt as Truck Upsets WHITTEMORE, Sept. 28.--Clyde Wilson received a bad scalp wound when the truck he was driving ieft the road and went over an embankment on the r^ver road near Rodman Friday afternoon. Mr. Wilson narrowly escaped going into the river. NUMSKUU, DEAR NO*H=IF I SHOULD JUKVP FROA A OfX/iNG BOARD, v^/HEN ITS 14 O BELOW, Vv/OUUD THERE. BE SPRING IN THE AIR? DOT Jcscoo'SoN MT^SON crr^ iX DEAR NOAH = WHEN THE RAT OUI^PS, WILL THE CAT NIF* ·* MR*, erwi DEAR NOAH= ISN'T \T F?ISKY TO HAVE. A ON AN BRICK BRADFORD ON THE ISJ.M · EVOND THE KTB AS SKULL'S GUARDS ATTEMPT TO REAVOVE fXEIR METAL AWSKS, BRICK AND HARALD, THEMSELVES, REMOVE THE By William Ritt tr Clarence Gray I AM ·-- HONORED/ CALL Of F WUR DOGS, SKUU-WU KNOW THE PRINCE HARALD.' BEDFORD/ PENALTY FOR TOUCHING ONE Of ROW. BLOOD.' k: Of COURSE, YOU ARE-AND NOW, A SHIP. SKULUWETIKOFYOUR COMPANY.' -s \ MAKE HASTE, SKULL-OR IT WILL BE THE WORSE FOR YOU/ HE IS WORRIED THAT WE MAY KNOW HE TRIED TO HAVE US ASSASSINATED/

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