Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1941)

SMALL TOWK The saga of what happens when a wonnan turns sixteen, forgets about banana squashes and begins concentrating on weightier things A Twentieth Century-Fox picture. Screen play by Ethel Hill. Original story by Jerrie Walters. Directed by Harold Schuster. Copyright 1941 by Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation wrong with that?" Pat sighed tolerantly. "Look, Chauncey, when a woman gets to be sixteen — " "Fifteen," Chauncey said. "That was last summer," Pat informed him coldly. "I was a child then. Chauncey, you've gotta quit living in the past — that's kid stuff." "Well, why— if it's fun?" "There you are!" she said. "That proves we have no common ground, even mentally." She lifted, with an air of dismissal, the big kitchen spoon which served her for a drumstick. "Well," Chauncey tried a new tack, "then how about a banana squash with whip cream and cherries — ^with some pecans on top?" "Since when have Tracey's been putting pecans on a banana squash?" Pat inquired. "They don't. I just thought it up." "Well . . ." For a moment Pat weakened, then remembered herself and her dignity. "No, Chauncey," she said firmly. "Won't you quit calling me Chauncey?" he begged. "You could call me Bill, or Windy — or anything — " "I'm sorry," Pat said. "Every time I think of you, I think of Chauncey." The screen door behind Chauncey opened and Katie, the RandaUs' cook and housekeeper, lowered her massive bulk down the steps. With a set jaw, she began dismantling Pat's drumming equipment. "In the first place, Maestro," she said, "with your very kind permission — I need these things. And in the second place — how's for a little help with supper, huh?" Pat giggled. Katie, she had learned long ago, was outwardly fearsome, actually her {Continued on page 85) R0« HO*** • rd» Cectt Mr* Ro» Ro« doH Ml CM NOVEMBEB, 1941 63