Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1925 - Feb 1926)

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3 : ■ 5 Miss Qeorgia Ingram Friedland's "Affairs of Anatol". Keith's Vaudeville "My Night of Triumph!" — as Told hy Betty Brown I WAS just sick with envy when Lucy danced gaily from the wings onto the big stage of our school auditorium. She looked so pretty in her fluffy ballet skirts and she danced so well. But deep down in my heart I knew that I could look as pretty and dance even better if I only had the chance. If I had the chance ! That was the trouble ! The other girls in my crowd were all studying classic dancing. And I who had longed to dance ever since I could remember — I was left out. Dad had been ill for over a year, and no matter how carefully we figured expenses, there never seemed to be enough left over to pay for my dancing lessons. One time I did get sufficient courage to go up to Madame Henri's studio and ask about the cost of lessons. Madame Henri was the only reliable teacher in town and her classes were so crowded that she could ask the most exorbitant tuition and get it I went home from her studio completely discouraged. Even if dad was working, we could never afford to pay anything like the tuition she asked. "Why Couldn't I, too, Dance My Way Into Popularity" But I still longed, hoped, dreamed someday to learn to dance. Whenever a crowd of the girls got together they talked of nothing but their latest dance steps. Ruth, who had been pale, sallow, and overweight, was rapidly developing into a real beauty with rich color and the loveliest slender figure. She said it was all because of her dancing. And Peggy, who had never been a bit popular, soon became known as the most graceful girl in our class and was absolutely showered with invitations. No party was complete until Peggy arrived and did one of her gay, dashing character dances. Finally the great day came for our class play try-outs. The leading part might have been written for me. Everyone said that I was sure to get it, but I hardly dared hope that the great honor would come to me. I was so excited at try-out that I could hardly speak. The moment when the director turned to me and said, "Well, young lady, I guess you have the part," was the very most thrilling in my life. Then he continued, "Of course, you have studied dancing haven't you ? I understand that all of you girls are taking it up now. There is a little dance in the second act, and the girl who has the lead will have to know how to dance." "I Cried Myself to Sleep That Night" My heart sank. What could I do? I might say that I could dance. But he would find out soon enough that I wasn't telling the truth. There was just one thing to do. Lucy got the part that was written for me, and I cried myself to sleep that night. I pretended that I didn't care. That just made it hurt all the worse. I wanted to dance. Oh, how I wanted to dance. 8 3 9 Almost a year later I was again in the school auditorium. The curtain was just rising for our spring festival — the greatest event in the school year — and / had the leading part. The director said it was because I had danced so beautifully. Lucy, Ruth, and Peggy were among the dancers that I led through a series of lovely ballets. As I waited in the wings, smoothing the ruffly skirts of my lovely ballet costume, I knew that my night of triumph had come at last "And ThenHow I Surprised Her" After it was over, Madame Henri rushed up to congratulate me and to ask me where I had learned such perfect technique. I am afraid it was with wicked glee that I told her of the wonderful method I studied right at home and at a mere fraction of the cost of studio lessons. S © & It makes no difference where you live, you can master classic dancing at home by the Sergei Marinoff Method. It is no disadvantage if you are employed during the day or have school or household duties that occupy most of your time. You can practice just as long as you choose whenever it is most convenient. Mother and daughter can study together. Or, if you choose, you can organize a little class of your friends and pay for your lessons by teaching them just as you receive them. It costs you nothing to find out how the Sergei Marinoff School will make your dreams come true. Simply fill out the coupon below and mail it right away. You will receive, absolutely without obligation, full information about how this great school has made the joy, the grace, the health of classic dancing possible to thousands of girls and women. Complete equipment for creating a dancing studio in your own home including a dainty practice costume, slippers, phonograph records, and a dancing bar come with the course free of charge. Send the coupon today. 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