Picture-Play Magazine (Sep 1928 - Feb 1929)

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Shedd THE TRAP AT COMANCHE BEND David Manning HIDDEN OUT Howard Fielding YOUNG LIGHTNING Charles Wesley Sanders THE GLORIOUS PIRATE James Graham SCHEMED AT SANDY BAR George Gilbert THE HOUSE OF DISAPPEARANCES Chester K. Steele ISLAND RANCH STRANGE TIMBER THE FLYING COYOTES THE THUNDERBOLT'S JEST THE MUSTANG HERDER MUTINY Thomas K. Holmes Joseph Montague Raymond S. Spears Johnston McCulley David Manning Frederick R. Bechdolt EA HOUSE PUBDSIEK 9-89 SEVENTH AVE. NEW YORK CITY 75c A Girl Comes to Hollywood Continued from page 94 the profession of nursing. She wanted to marry; and she was almost engaged, if not quite, to a reporter on a Los Angeles newspaper. "If I could give him a scoop," she thought, "it would just make the difference. He'd think I was It!" She ran to the telephone on the first floor. It stood on a table in the corridor, and almost opposite were two elevators — one used for visitors, the other mostly for the doctors, -surgeons, nurses, and patients going to, or returning from, the operating room. Usually a nurse sat at the table, ready to send and receive messages, but this was a slack time, and for the moment no one was there. Maggie Turner's heart beat fast, for at any moment some one might come up or down in the elevator and she would be caught. Still, for her own sake and Dick Samson's sake, she would run the risk. She knew the telephone number of the newspaper, and called it. In a few seconds the answer came. "Is Mr. Richard Samson, one of your reporters, in the office?" she inquired breathlessly. "Get him here quick, will you, or it may be too late?" The time of waiting seemed interminable. She had almost given up hope when she heard Dick Samson's voice at the other end of the line. That you? What's Out with it, girl, "Hello, Mag! the good news? for I'm on an assignment, and "I've got a job for you, Dick, that ought to make you !" she cut in. "It's a scoop, if you'll rush here — I'm speaking from the sanitarium, of course — before the thing gets out." "Listens good !" answered the reporter jovially. "But I know you girls too well. If you think a row between your head doctor and matron, or any little thing like that, is frontpage news for the biggest paper in Los Angeles — why, you'd better think again, kid! I'm on a holdup case now " "Wouldn't you say the murder of a titled lady by her own nephew, a well-known writer, in a smart restaurant, was better news than some measly holdup, like we have every day?" "Good Lord! Yes!" yelled Samson over the line. "Have you got a scoop for me like that — honest Injun, hope to die?" "You bet I have, if you hurry!" the girl gasped. "You bet I will !" snapped the reporter. The nurse slapped the receiver into place and darted down the corridor in the direction of the room she had left. [to be continued.] The Stroller Continued from page 33 He declares he has never yet been asked to define it. And now about these talking pictures ! They are running out of names for 'em. Vitaphone, Movietone, Firnatone, Marveltone, and so on. Ted Cook wants Sam Sax, an independent producer, to join in the craze, because he'd have such a splendid name for his process. Universal, also experimenting with sound, asked for suggestions to name the thing at the annual sales convention. Glenn Tryon — that guy is really no relation to me, even if I do mention him so often — offered one which sprang from his early experience in Westerns. The name was Horse-a-phone, and the suggestion almost cost him his life. Theodore Roberts seems to hold a place in the heart of the film colony that no one else has ever achieved. I recently saw him witnessing the weekly boxing bouts at the Hollywood Legion Stadium beaming from a ringside seat. It was almost like a reception, the manner in which he was greeted by every one within hailing distance. The Hollywood fights are a very interesting spectacle to me, regardless of what happens in the ring. This is a -side of Hollywood one doesn't see elsewhere in public. Unlike the formal theater premieres, the celebrities go to have a good time instead of being on display. Also, they go there to see friends, and sometimes drop a casual word to those in authority that a job might not come amiss. Scores of Hollywoodians, as a matter of fact, gather in front of the Stadium before starting time, in order to see friends, when they have no intention of actually attending the bouts.