Daughters Courageous (Warner Bros.) (1939)

THIS BEGINS THE BiG isc SERIALIZATION IN 6 DAILY CHAPTERS Kach about 1000 words More than 1200 newspapers ran the “Four Daughters” serialization. That’s the way showmen (and that includes newspaper people too) take to a story that’s chock full of reader interest. There’s nothing finer to spark the open ing of your campaign! Mats of type and photos and headings, ready for casting, FREE on request to Warner Bros. Campaign Plan Editor, 321 W. 44th Street, N. Y. C. P. S. No need to tell you about the numerous promotion possibilities .. . Newsstand cards, banners on trucks, : display ads, lobby announcement, ete. The same ‘'Four Daughiers'' with the same sweethearts — but in a new story with a mother to bring up, and an errant father on their hands. Serialized from the screen play by Julius J. and Philip G. Epstein. Suggested by a play by Dorothy Bennett and Irving White. Warner Bros. Directed by Michael Curtiz, starring John Garfield, C Donald Crisp, M Jeffrey Lynn, Fay Bainter, A First National Picture presented by laude Rains, ay Robson, Frank McHugh, Dick Foran—and the ‘'Four Daughters" Priscilla, Rosemary, Lola Lane and Gale Page. Serialized by Harry Lee CHAPTER I “BUT WHAT in the world will my .daughters think of me?” That question went through the mind of Nan Masters endlessly, as the train sped on in the sunlight above the sea, bearing her toward wave-swept Carmel and the big house of Sam Sloane, where she and her four daughters were spending the summer, in the gruff care of funny old Penny, who had been with Nan, even before her children were born. A smartly dressed, modern, woman. in her early forties, Nan Masters sat surrounded by bundles, for she had spent the day in San Francisco shopping. She had lunched with San Sloane. He had asked her again to marry him, and she had all but said she would. But what would her girls say? It warmed her heart to think of them. Their names seemed like a little song to her—Tinka, Linda, Cora, Buff. They were tots was drowning and swam out to save me! For another silly reason you thought that to save me you had to hit me! So I hit back! I started to count ten, but at five you began to sink, so I dragged you in, and here you are!” “T don’t,’ gurgled Eddie, “believe it!” Eddie Moore was undoubtedly a ‘character’. Supposedly a. life guard, he couldn’t swim; a football player, he never quite got into the game; in love with both Tinka and Linda, he never could decide which one he wanted to marry. Before the girls reached the house, Buff, the youngest of the brood, blonde, breathless and beautiful, blew by them like a young hurricane. Hiding a rent in her bathing suit with her floppy hat, she rushed upstairs and out of sight. Then suddenly, the house seemed filled with light. Mother, bundies and all, was home again, the Four daughters of the “Daughters Courageous” brood — blonde, brunette, breathless, beautiful! when their father — young, goodfor-nothing, ingratiating Jim Masters —had wandered off to keep what he called ‘a rendezvous with the universe.’ He had never come back and the girls were young ladies now. Well brought up young ladies, too. Nan had seen to that, converting her gift for dress-designing into dollars and cents to pay the bills. Sam Sloane had been a help. Ail the girls were fond of him. Even Penny liked him. But marriage —what would they think? In the meantime back in Carmel, practical Linda, as she did ever so often, was rearranging the living room furniture, unaware of the excitement on the beach where the temperamental Tinka was dragging from shallow water to the sands, the inert form of big Eddie Moore. “Ts he unconscious?” cried Cora, the stage-struck one, rushing, script in hand, toward Tinka and her charge. “No more than usual! Never forget, Cora darling, that I’ve saved your boy friend! Take him!” “You saved him, and _ he’s yours!” Eddie’s eyes opened slowly. “What am I doing here?” he mumbled. “For some silly reason,” retorted Tinka airily, “you thought I girls swarming about her, chattering all at once. She told them about Sam — and they all approved — but when Cora opened the door to the kitchen, old Penny all but fell in. “I naturally couldn’t help hearing,” she blurted, “and I say, marry him! He won’t be as exciting as Mr. Masters. There certainly won’t be as many laughs around the house, but at least you’ll know where he is. You won’t have to be ringin’ up the North Pole or a Siberian salt mine to find him. You’ll always know where Mr. Sloane is. You may not care, but you'll know! Drat it—there goes the door bell again!” It was old Manuel Lopez, the Portuguese fisherman, come to report to kind-hearted Nan that his son Gabriel was again mixed up with the law. “Plees, Meesus Masters,” he pleaded, “you only one can do anyteeng weet’ judge! My boy — he go by jail sure! Pleeza, Meesus!” “All right, Manuel, I’ll go!” said Nan. “Who wants to drive me to town?” “I do, Mother!” shouted Buff, in high elation. “I’ve never seen this terror Gabriel — and I’ve simply got to see him!” The Fates, you see, had taken a hand. (To Be Continued Tomorrow) oe Eee SSeS [5]