Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1929)

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Please send a sample of Kleenex to Name Address _ City. -PH-H "Gee, you're looking swell, Jack," she enthused. "A lot of cameras seem to have cUcked since the old Algeria days." She had imagined him answering; "That sure was a great hunch of yours, sending me to Bernstein. If it hadn't been for you, I guess I'd still be hoofing across that roof. ' ' "VX TH.-KT he actually said was: "Miss Dayne's ''* been perfectly wonderful to me." The dazzling blonde smiled up at him and linked her arm through his possessively. "I owe everything to her — " Billie felt a sudden hollow feeling in the area of her stomach. She had e.^ected him to be changed, but not like this. She managed to put on something which resembled a smile while he told her just how wonderful Sliss Dayne had been — how she had helped him with his makeup and had taken time to rehearse little intimate scenes with him over and over so he Would get them just right. ".\nd I'll bet they were love scenes," was BiUie's thought. "She's just the type who would spot j'ou for a new thrill." "We must hurry, dear," Miss Dayne was saying. "Yes, dear," he echoed. Then to BiUie: "Well, it's nice to have seen you again." Not a word about "what are you doing now?'' or "when can we get together?" There was that same flashing smile as he said goodbye, but that was all. The ccfcksure manner, that indefinable something which she had thought might carry him to stardom, was gone. .\s Billie watched them cross the lot to where Miss Dayne's car was waiting, she was thinking: "It's just like getting a closeup of Samson, after DeUlah gave him his new hair cut. I know her type. Can't he see that she — ?" But what man e\er sees what any woman can see at a glance? Before the end of the week Billie had seen enough of Odette Dayne to be certain that she would ruin his career if he continued to be her "yes" man. Jack had been considerably surprised when he learned that Billie was the blues singer who was to play opposite him. "Well, for cryin' out loud, why didn't you tell me?" he demanded. " I didn't hear you asking. " HE colored at this. But then !Miss Dayne was with him and she had apparently noticed that the blues singer was cute and trim and dark, for her manner had become very ritzy. After that she managed to be on the set a great deal of the time, for she was between pictures. When she wasn't there, Jack spent the time between scenes teUing Billie how wonderful Odette was. "Say, are you that dame's press agent?" Billie asked one day. "I thought you were just her ex-leading man." He looked at her with hurt surprise. "Don't be like that, Billie," he complained. "Odette's been marvelous to me — " "It seems to me I've heard you mention that before." "But she really has. I've never known a girl like her — " .\s a matter of fact, Odette Dayne was in a class by herself. Paradox called her their "wonder girl." Everybody catered to her, flattered her and made allowances for her "temperament." Gossip said that she had more scalps in her belt than any other picture star. She had been heard to boast that no man could resist her. There was always a new line waiting and with queeidy gesttue she operated the stop-go signal to suit her fancy. Jack Delancey had been her fancy through two pictures. Billie was wise enough to know that it was about time for the trafiic signal to change. It changed on the day that Eric Harding, a handsome young stage actor, was signed to play opposite her in her new picture. Billie suspected it when she saw them lunching together at the studio commissary. She was sure of it when Odette stopped by the set late that afternoon to speak to Jack. "Darling, I can't see you tonight," the red lips pouted. "Why, darling?" "I have to rehearse some horrid, old talking sequences vdxh this new leading man." Billie hid her smile behind her makeup box. "But, darling, I'll wait for you," he insisted. "No, darUng. Please don't do that. It'U probably be terribly late." She gave him a hurried kiss and was gone. Billie noticed that Harding was waiting for her near the exit to Stage 3. "All right, Billie," called the director. "We're ready for you." There was a blare of brass from the Syncopatin' Six and Billie snapped into her song. Gee, baby, I'm lonesome for you, June moonlight was made for us two My lovin' I'm savin' Till that day when you'll be cravin' The kisses I've saved up for you — Just you — The kisses I've saved up for you. It was what in studio parlance is called a "hot number." Billie put it over with a bang. Of course she was singing it to Jack — only he didn't know it. But something — perhaps it was the dimpled knees which were like little round faces — apparently brought back some forgotten memory, for later, when they were leaving the set for the day, he called to her. "CAY, Billie. How'd you like to drive down '-'to the beach tonight for dinner? I'm feeUn' kinda low." "Hold everything," she was saying to her ' self. "Don't let him guess that this is the moment you've been praying for." Aloud, she said: "I'd love to — but I've promised to judge a tap dancing contest tonight. Why don't you come along? It'll be fun." He had presumed the contest would be at some out of the way dance place. When she directed the chauffeur to the Valencia he had a mild attack of cold feet. Now, the Valencia, as ever>'body who has been to California knows, is that well known night club where tourists go to see and stars go to be seen. The Friday night dance contests are a popular feature. A lesser known picture star usually acts as one of the judges, and pictures are taken of the crowd and presented to the guests as souvenirs. \\'hen Billie and Jack were seated at a ringside table, and an exuberant master of ceremonies had broadcast their arrival. Jack was uncomfortably aware that if Odette found out about this, it might not be so good. Billie, however, found the setting madeto-order. Her quick eye had spotted Miss Dayne's cameraman at a nearby table and something within her was saying: "It won't be long now." It wasn't! Even before Miss Dayne appeared on the set the following day the news had flashed across the lot that the "wonder girl" was having one of her celebrated tantrtims. Her eyes were ice blue and the red mouth was drawn in a tight, ugly line when she approached Mr. Delancey. "fJELLO, darling," he greeted her as usual. •'^"Don't darhng me," was her haughty retort. "Not until you have e.xplained that." "That" was the picture which she tossed into Jack's lap. It was the scene at the Valencia the night before. When the picture had been shot Jack had quickly "ducked" behind the floral decoration on the table, hoping thus to obscure his face. Some trick of the camera, however, had made it seem as though BiUie's head were resting on his shoiJder and that his cheek was pressed against hers. Who coidd ex-plain such damning evidence? Jack tried. That is, when he coifld get in a word between the rapid fire epithets which Odette was hurling at him. BilUe listened tensely. "Oh, please God, make him talk back to her. Don't let him be a sap all his life." She was breathing a little Every advertisement in PIIOTOPLAT MAG.iZIXE is guaranteed.