Screenland (Nov 1925–Apr 1926)

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Q The story of a studio girl who couldn't pretend caresses. A deep and tender voice hus\y with emotion made her jump, and Betty loo\ed up with wet and terrified eyes straight into the face of Dic\ Chandler. By Charlton Lawrence ^Edholm -if it kills me. Am I really eiv "Oh yes. Til do it gaged?" Betty's wet eyes were shining. She could hardly sit still. The smiles of happiness made a touching contrast with the little trickles of tears that ran down her cheeks. It had come! She had her "big chance" after all the months of disappointment. Brewster's hard face was relaxed in a smile. "Anyhow you get a try-out," he said, tomorrow. Report here ten o'clock." '"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" "Wait a second," added Brewster as the girl jumped to her feet, all trembling with excitement. "Don't go yet ( — I think I see a future for you on the screen. You're fresh and unspoiled and not so hard to look at. sympathetic "Day after I'd like to help you make the grade. — And what is more to the point, I want the picture to be right, — and I don't mean maybe — in every detail. I'll tell you about the bit I've got in mind for you. That will give you a chance to practise." "Oh will you?" Betty knew that such condescension was rare on the part of a busy man like Brewster. He must see real talent in her, or he would not take the time to tell her things. Her dream was coming true! "It's like this, sister," continued the great man, relighting his cigar. "You are one of the girls along the curb, watching the soldiers return from France. — Now get this right. — You are just one of the crowd, but for a few minutes you are going to be the center of the whole big show. — You will be it, for five or six minutes. 17