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Photo Monroe
She says she can't always trust her voice — but over the phone we've found it perfectly trustworthy.
Y word ! The house's burning locating— what'll I do? I'll—
up.
I'm suf
"Teddy, calm yourself," commanded Rosemary Theby. "The house is not burning up. It's only my shortcake."
One of the girls, may I remark, wore a green and orange negligee. She w7as Miss Theby, whose cool acceptance of the accident to and the total ruination of the shortcake was quite as outstanding as the color scheme of her near-kimono. The hysterical party was her housemate, Teddy Sampson. "I always have to calm her," remarked Rosemary.
"She's hysterical. She was in a fire once "
"It wasn't, either!" interrupted the slandered one from the depths of her bedroom. "It was an auto wreck."
Argument followed. Rosemary insisted ; Teddy maintained, and Teddy, at length, to make herself more fully understood, put in an appearance. She's only a few feet tall, this mite, and one of those piquant creatures on whose eyes — like the late Anna Held, she never makes 'em behave — you focus your entire attention.
"I wasn't in a fire at all," she emphasized. "I was wrecked in a car. And, being that they're Avaiting for me in a scene at the stew — dio, I'll depart. I'm going, Miss Theby— Bla-a-a!"
Wisdom in a Green Negligee
It seems that Teddy and Rosemary have lived together in one of those trick bungalow courts peculiarly indigenous to Hollywood, for some months. The place itself is hardly larger than a Tappe hatbox, although the deft fingers of its two occupants have made it "comfy," as Rosemary said Teddy says, and have fixed it up with everything from an Oriental knitting bag on the dining-room wall to the victrola which an avaricious landlady tried to attach when Miss Sampson's check got lost in the mails, and the aforementioned landbaroness thought she wasn't going to get her due.
"We can't either of us cook, but we're always fooling around," explained Miss Theby, the odor of the burned shortcake meanwhile making itself, less noticeable. "We've been here so "long and have had so few arguments that I'm commencing to wonder how long the paradise is going to last."
Decorated shoe trees add such a homelike touch to
One'S bungalow! Photo Brewers