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Picture Show Annual 89 ISAY ! It's rather a score, Peggy, old Greasby has chosen to appear Who do you think on the first night of the show with me ? " Lionel Hickman paused expectantly in the doorway and looked at the girl who sat before a mirror in the dressing-room, and who was removing grease-paint from her face with the aid of a linen towel. Peggy turned her head and regarded him with one side of her face normal, the other a bright yellow. " Who ? " she asked, a Utile breathlessly. Lionel came forward and, putting his hands on her shoulders, leant down and kissed the normal cheek. "You, old girl," he said. " I was so pleased that I had to come and tell you, because it means a lot, you know. It shows Greasby has chosen you for a future— you'll be a real live star by this time next year. Good luck to you ! " Peggy's eyes sparkled, and spring- ing from her chair she clapped her hands in sheer delight. " Good luck to you for your news," she said. " I must say I've worked hard enough, but one doesn't always get what they've worked for, do they ? " " Not always what they deserve. But solid work like you've done, old girl, must count. You've worked like a nigger, and old Greasby knows it. He said he was choosing you before the others because you are the prettiest, but that's all bunkum. You may be that, of course ; I'm not saying you're not, but when one is choosing a ' star ' there's something more wanted than just looks. You've got the goods, old girl, that's what it is—and that's what matters." Peggy who had finished with the towel, threw it down and glanced up at the man who was smiling down at her. " And you are pleased," she said. " You approve of me, Lionel ? " " Of course I am, kiddie. There is nothing that shouts like ' success,' and this is a profession that unless you get to the top you may as well keep out of it. That's why I like the legitimate stage—it .gives one a certain footing. We shall have you on there yet, old girl—it's coming." H