The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

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The hotel's most elaborate suite was filled with flowers, cigarette smoke and the suave possessors of names better known than royalty. Over it all, Arabella presided, gorgeous in a flowing gown of jeweled white chiffon. At a nod from Johnny, she greeted Mule with the gracious cordiality of one greeting the old friend of an old friend. the old tux you used to crash parties in at Madison. And aren't the row of jellies along this peacock alley giving you the eye!" "They always line up like this to see the stars going into Mayfair. You get so you don't mind. But where the devil have you been? Did it take you 'till ten o'clock to get back from the game?" "It's taken me 'till ten o'clock to find enough drinks to forget it," said Mule dolorouslv. "Was it so awful?" "Worse. And, at that, Onondaga would have been licked if the Sanford quarterback hadn't pulled off a seventy-yard run backwaj-ds." "And now Onondaga's inter-sectional champion." "Still Waterboys to me!" said Mule. "Well, let's get started. Arabella's got a couple of suites engaged for the evening where she can serve drinks. The crowd are all up there." Johnny prodded Mule toward the elevators. "Feel like a little fizzle pop?" "The fizzle pop is okey with me," grinned Mule, "but I'm sort of scared about the rest. How does a guy talk to these movie mamas, anyway?" "You don't talk. You listen mostly. But don't worry. I've got it all fixed up. I've told everyone vou're a football hero." "A what?" "A football hero. You see everyone out here has to have some sort of a tag. Movie star, society man, famous author and so on. And you're a football hero. Just watch tomorrow's papers. If you dance twice with any of the girls, the fan writers will have you engaged to her." "Engaged ! That won't sit so pretty with a certain party back home." "Don't worry. The papers probably won't even use your name. It's the football stuff that counts. Besides, the next day, there'll be a story out denying it. The girls get into print twice that way." "Still I don't like it," said Mule. "There's worse to come," grinned Johnny as they walked down the corridor (Continued on page 107) 43