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Picture Show Annual 71 Fiji?- by W. Bristow THE management of the Royal Talkie Theatre have pleasure in announcing that Miss Myra Lumley, aged eighteen, of Ruislip, and Mr. Jack Rayner Smith, aged twenty-one, of Upper Norwood, are the winners of the first prize in the Face and Voice Charm Contest, a six months' contract at £10 per week, offered by the Filmovox Company." There was thunderous clapping from the three thousand people who had packed the enormous cinema to see the finalists judged by Carita Crayford and Peter Thome, the two most popular stars of the company. The little fat man on the stage turned and beckoned, and the applause redoubled as the two winners, the girl shy and nervous and the boy with more self- assurance, were led forward by the two stars, and stood blinking and smiling in the glare of the footlights. " Ladies and gentlemen," went on the little man, " the winners will be the special proteges of Mr. Thome and Miss Crayford during these six months." The audience thoroughly approved the stars' choice of the winners, it appeared. The girl was slender, creamy skinned, with a wide, generous mouth, dark coppery hair, which rioted in tiny curls all over her well-shaped head, and a low-pitched yet clear voice with an occasional unexpected vibration in it that had won Peter Thome's vote. The boy was rather more ordinary—a brown-haired. Carila's voice brought Jack to her side at full speed. " You want me?" Carita nodded, her eyes shone into his, " I've some wonderful news for you." blue-eyed six-footer, exceptionally good-looking, with a beautifully modelled, though rather weak, mouth and chin, Myra, as she smiled stiffly at the dim mass of faces, could not believe that she, of all the hopeful hundreds, had been chosen to enter the enchanted world of the film studios, and that even now she was thrilling at the touch of Peter Thome's hand, which he had slipped under her elbow to lead her forward. She gave a quick, shy glance up at him, and he glanced down and smiled as she felt the slightest pressure of his hand on her elbow, while even more colour dyed her cheeks. She could not guess his smile and the pressure of his hand were purely mechanical, and that he was thinking, " Lord, this is a