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"My Irish Molly-0"
Bv ELIZABETH PELTRET
HAvr. you ever imai^iiied wliat il would be like to meet a girl out of a ])o]Hilai" Irish song.' If you have, it was probalily with an inner feeling that no such thing could ever ha])|ien, which is, of course, all wrong. I'"or instance, take Molly Malnne.
You would know that she was a girl out of a song the instant ymi looked at her. She is a tiny girl . . . about five feet small, you would guess . . . with fine, thick, bobbed hair, which is often in rebellious di.sordcr. and large, expressive brown eyes. And she has all the (|ualitics jiortraycd in those songs, too! Impulsive, sometimes lo the pcjint of being headstrong, and warm-hearted and sincere and plucky and lovable. She has a way of looking up at you thai makes you want to grab and hug her, it is .so reminiscent of a very serious si.\-year-old child. Hut to get to my story:
She had not expected to work that week but was called to the studio on the day of our appointment just too late to let me know, so 1 arrived to find her not at home.
"I can tell you all about her." her mother suggested, hojiefully. 1 said that I was afraid that thai wouldn't do, hut we chatted for a while, anyway, before I left to go to the studio.
lUu luck was with me. Just as I was
Molly Malone was, all press-agent stories to the contrary, not a success at first in pictures. Tt was only when she had failed completely and started all over again from the very hottom of the ladder, that she really began to make progress. She is now being featured in a series of Supreme Comedies, the first one being named "Molly's Millions"
leaving the bungalowcourt, where she lives, I met Molly Malone and we turned back to the house.
"I didn't, have my week's vacation after all,'' .she said; "I've been working all morning." .She w'as without a hat and the long mauve cape that she wore accentuated her girlishness. impressed with the suitability of ilace for her to live.
1 was suddenl that bungalow court as a .'^landing at the entrance of it as we were, it looked more like a toy village than anything else.
There are seventy quaint little houses, all exactly alike, from the number of stairs leading to each front door to the width of each tiny square of lawn, all set facing a narrow court with a fountain in the center of it. Inside, these little bungalows are as cozy and pretty as you could ask for.
"Tho," said Molly Malone, "there is too much figured stuff." One of ber many ambitions is to become an interior decorator. .She has a great many books on the subject and she really studies them and talks about them with lively interest. I'"or instance, she described her ideal room. It would be done in I'"rench grey with hangings of flame. Soft lights and a flame-colored sofa-cushioii on ,1 grey lounge.
"1 ihink that makes the prettiest color combination imaginable." she .said.
So, you see, her childishness is only skin deep, {Coiiliinu'il on j^(ii/r HH)
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