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Q[ Photograph of Doris Kenyon and Jane Carleton, the astrologer, ta\en at Miss Kenyon's lovely home in JSfeu) Tor^ City. Miss Carleton sees in the horoscope of Miss Kenyon a continuance of a brilliant career.
TT~ T may be as well to confess at the outset that this I isn't at all the sort of story the respected editor of I Screenland asked for. He said: "I want you to translate the whys and wherefores of this horoscope business into simple, every-day language. Explain to my readers just how the thing is done. Jane Carleton is going to read Doris Kenyon's horoscope tomorrow. You go along and find out the method of procedure and write an illuminating story."
So the next day found me wending my way via selfservice elevator to the roof-top apartment in the West Fifties where the Kenyons — Doris and her mother — have been living since their return from Hollywood last fall.
I found the usual serenity of the household slightly disturbed by the presence of carpenters putting up orange-colored awnings over the rear garden — Doris having discovered that southern exposures, while extremely beneficial for gardens, are not conducive to a soft, restful interior atmosphere. Kenneth Alexander, the photographer, was there, with much camera apparatus, waiting for Miss Kenyon to pose for portraits. Mrs.
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Made Her A MOVIE
By Christine Nalleau
Kenyon, Miss Carleton and myself completed the merry party.
Doris was a little distracted, but sweet and smiling as ever and looking exceedingly beautiful. The telephone and doorbell had rung all morning, she said, and the carpenters had hammered loudly. Everything had gone wrong.
Mr. Alexander, meantime, had been searching for a fuse-box. It seemed there was every, probability of a fuse burning out unless that box could be located. Mrs. Kenyon searched too — kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, everywhere — but it couldn't be located.
"Well, Ell take a chance," said the photographer, pessimistically. "If a fuse burns out we're just out of luck."
"If a fuse burns out," observed Doris with a sigh, "my day will have been quite perfect."
"And now," she said, brightening up, "what's all this about horoscopes? I'm crazy to have mine read again. It's already been read twice."
Miss Carleton studied her "case" for a moment. "I think you were born " she began.
"With Gemini rising," finished Miss Kenyon promptly, "and Neptune in my first house."
I began to feel uneasy. Gemini rising — first house — what did that mean? If Miss Kenyon were going to talk the lingo I was lost.
"You see," she went on, at Miss Carleton's look of interested surprise, "I've studied it a little bit myself, in a very amateurish way. , A friend of mine happened to be interested . . . and lured me into it."
Well, I was lost. Ordinarily Miss Carleton would endeavor to conduct her readings in terms that even a child could understand. But there was no necessity here. Miss Kenyon was on common (Continued on page 60)