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Hammer stein : Elaine
The tlovver ot the theatrical hno, a girl turned rvvcnry, had to be coerced into a promising career.
By
Arabella
Boone
ELAINE HAMMERSTEIN went into pictures to escape a stage career. And she iifVfr did uanl to go •I the stage!
Her stor\' is not quite like the
-ory oi any actress I have ever
eard of. She has a lovely
■other, a nice home, and a bud
ing career. Of course she loves
. <.T naother. enjoys her home —
■Jt 5he doesn't want a career.
Not especially.
I asked her about it. 'Well,"
ne said in her cool little voice,
I should so much rather be en
ertained than entertain, you see
I love to 50 to the theater, and
A Itch people act — but its awful
J have to get up there and do
yourself!"
In my personal acquaintance
iiere are thiny-four girls who
■>uld give their fraL jewelrv-.
iieir bids to the promising
Koms.. and their gift subscrip
:10ns to Rhotoplay to have
Elaine's opportunities. How
many are there in yours?
■ I know." she admits. "I sup Sh«
pose I've been fortunate, from one point of view. But gracious I :i' you only knew how hard it is.
:rying to perform when you don't feel like it, when your heart jsn t in your work — "
If you a^k her why she ever went on the ctage, then, since she dishked it so. shell tell you simply— • Why. father set his heart on it.
And the wisest prcxedure in a case like this is to do wh.it lather wishes." interposed Mrs. Anhur Hammerstein. Elaine's mother, h-.-r charming face crinkling with humor.
"Father took me out of school to put me on the stage in his production High Jinks.' I had to leave all the girls and bovs an.l the life I liked to do something I hated: go to work in" a TTJsical show!"
hai a cool little nose, lovely blue eyes, very' black hair and a full inoutb that curls tern pcramcD tally.
Right out of Ixjarding-school went Elaine — and after every performance she would come home and cry. The onlv real plea.'iure and .'ati>faction she got out of her stage work was when some girl friend would phone her and say. " 'Laim-. Jim and I will be in the fourth row. center, this evening. Do be sure to wave to us." So Elaine, searching the rows and rows of unfamiliar faces in the auilience. would find Jim's and Ethel's, and step calmly out of her place in the .stage picture, and wave her hand, and smile.
"Then," laughed Elaine, 'father would come to me afterwards and scold. Oh. he'd be terribly put out! 'I put this play on so that jjcople wouUl come and see it, and hear the
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