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THE PICTUR&GO&R
DECEMBER 1921
\ Tf^'Sfars ■C owe/o Your Party
Kow some famous screen players would help to entertain your guests. ■/
Wall luc Reid would play the saxophone a>:d Cha>!< the
11 an't stay to see tin comedy," I said. " You know, I'm giving a party m night, ami I must hurry home and finish m\ preparations. But it's been a wonderful programme we've seen my live favourite stars !
Don't von wish you knew them all in real life asked my friend. " Why, if you di they might actually Ik coming to your part) !
Bu1 I only laughed at the mere thought ol tins impossibility. For the men and women we watch and love upon the screen seem removed from such unadventurous affairs ... one's own Christmas festivities. Besides, what a problem tin' entertaining, of these illustrious personages would present!
But 1 thought nt my friend's suggestion again as I drowsed in the chair before the fire that evening. Everything was ready, from the holly upon the walls to the piles of savour) Bandwiches in the kitchen. Softly the first
Hakes of snow were drifting against the window
the firelight and the candlelight threw Bickering, eerie shadows from one corner of the
. OS) room to i he other. " I'll lest a moim
I said to myself. " They wont lie here just yet
How nice it would be, though, if some ol the stars reall) wevt i oming to my pai
The buzz of the door hell broke the silent i the little Hat I rose hurriedly, smoothing my taffeta frock, and ran hospitably to welcome m\ firsl guest ^s I threw open the door, I was ed b) i sweet laughing voice one, though, that I had n< vci heard before ' Who could its ownei I
Tom Mix
would
sing
rag-times.
Suddenly, as I looked at the rosycheeked, smiling face before me, 1 realised that my unexpected guest was Wanda Hawley '
Do come in," I murmured, feebly.
Are there any more of you ? " For a little throng of men and girls were crowding the stairway behind her.
Oh, yes : the gang's all here," sane a resonant, baritone voice, which I discovered, with a thrill, belonged to Wallace Reid.
One l>v one, as the stars trooped in, 1 recognised my friends ,\nA favourites ol tin silver sheet. Hut my feelings were
Wanda Haul. . plav
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