Hollywood (Jan - Oct 1934)

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X2 1229 Park Row Bldg., New York City. VOU. TOO. CAN BE beautiful/ Why Wear Wrinkles, Freckles, Sagging Muscles or Sallow Skin? Free booklet "FACE LIFTING AT HOME" describes sensational overnight treatment recommended by famous plastic surgeon. No creams, mud packs, chin straps or other mechanical apparatus. Retire Lovely and Lovable! EUNICE SKELLY, Dept. F, Park Central 55th «. 7th Ave. , N, Y. You say I've done a lot of things for you. Well, it's been fun. You don't owe me a thing, honey. Knowing you and being with you has been payment enough. If you want things to be different now, let's hear it." Joan hesitated for fear of what Rocci might do to Clark if he knew the truth. "You know how I feel," she said evasively. Frank took her in his arms and Joan, tense with conflicting emotions, submitted to his passionate kisses although she was torn by a sense of treachery to the man she loved and to her benefactor. After all, she wanted to make Frank happy and could not bear to hurt him. Soon After Joan's return to the white lights readers of Walter Winchell's daily column were made curious by the following paragraph: Because Clark Brian suddenly took a run-out powder on his bookings at the Rooney-Plaza in Miami, he will probably be socked by the hotel with a damage suit of $100,000 via the breach-of-contract gag. Dame trouble, Clark? Joan read the pithy item with a sense of approaching calamity. The night show was over and having removed her makeup she was about to change to street attire. There came a knock on the door and expecting a visit from Rocci she called, "Come in." Reflected in her make-up mirror was the figure of Clark, his eyes wild with excitement. Swept by a surge of emotion, she arose and was caught in his embrace, everything forgotten save the fiery joy of his kisses. "Oh, Clark, I've missed you so," she murmured. "Hold me tight. Let me feel that you are really here. I'll never let you out of my sight again." He drew her closer and then a shudder of fear crept over her as she realized his danger. Drawing away she exclaimed, "But you shouldn't have come! I don't know what Frank will do to you! He'll be wild with jealousy!" "I'm not afraid if you love me. I'm not afraid of anything except losing you." "But you don't know Frank," Joan protested. "He's liable to be here any minute." Scarcely had she spoken this warning when there came a knock on the door. Joan opened it just far enough to peep out without allowing anyone to see into the room. "Are you dressed?" Rocci's voice was hoarse. "No — no, not quite." The girl's body was hidden behind the door. "Then what's that crooner doing in there?" The words came cold and sharp. Rocci placed his foot in a position to block a closing of the door while Joan still tried to shield her visitor. Then Clark stepped forward and pushed the door open and the two men confronted each other tense and alert. Joan regarded them with helpless fright. Rocci turned, his eyes narrowed into flinty slits. For the first time in his life he spoke harshly to Joan. "Get out!" he ordered. But Joan's first thought was for the safety of Brian. "Please, Frank, please! I asked him to come here. It's all right." The gangster's eyes were fixed in a piercing, deadly stare. He grasped the 62 girl's arm so firmly that she winced, pushed her through the doorway and into the corridor, then closed the door and faced his rival. Clark Watched The gangster closely. It was a test of his courage and even when Rocci reached into his pocket the crooner did not flinch. "I didn't expect to meet you this way, Rocci," he said, "but I intended to get in touch with you about Joan." Rocci's expression remained inscrutable as he waited for Clark to continue. "Now that we've met, I really don't know how to start. I've heard you were a square dealer." Clark paused before saying the words that might mean his death. "I know that I love her more than my own life. I know that whatever happens to me doesn't really matter — if I can't have her. You can get your gang after me or do anything you like but you can't stop my wanting her." The words poured from Clark's lips in a hot stream: "You see, Mr. Rocci, I can't even believe that I am standing here talking to you this way. I'm not a fearless guy at all. But I just can't go on living without the only thing that gives me the courage to confront you and tell you the truth straight from my heart. "Joan has told me how much you have done for her. She is grateful but you must not confuse gratitude with love. She didn't want me here — or you to know about me — for fear of what you might do — not to her but to me. I'm glad I've met you, though — so I could tell you how much I love her. I want to marry her and I leave it to you, Rocci, to decide whether I live for her or die." Rocci dropped his cigarette and calmly walked toward Clark. He looked the crooner straight in the eye and spoke quietly, "O. K. Just be good to her." He picked up his hat and gloves and left the room. A few weeks later all Broadway and a section of Park Avenue were interested in the marriage of the famous crooner and the pretty dancer from the Klub Kaley. Frank Rocci, president of the Poultry Protective Association, attired in a morning coat and top hat was among those present. Also among those present at the church door was one Tim Crowley, whose name loomed large on the social register at police headquarters. It was Tim who had broken away from the Rocci Poultry Protective Association and who had sprinkled lead into the walls of Rocci's newly decorated apartment. And it was Tim who had sworn vengeance on his erstwhile partner. In the confusion and commotion consequent upon the appearance of the bridal party after the ceremony, Tim and three of his henchmen kidnaped the bride as she was about to step into a limousine. Before anyone realized what was happening, the gangsters whisked Joan into a waiting car and a moment later with curtains drawn the machine darted away. Skidding around corners and flashing through side streets, Tim's car soon stopped in front of an uptown hotel. Meanwhile, one of Tim's gang also in accord with previous arrangements in the belief that Rocci would trail Tim to the hotel, had tipped off the police that the bride had been kidnaped by Rocci in revenge on Clark for having married his girl. HOLLYWOOD