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they would not be long alone.
thrust the cut-out box between Beatrice's feet with the result that she sprawled unceremoniously into the arms of the unsuspecting John, and as she did so a thick braid of her chestnut hair fell heavily against his neck
Jim Parker saw with sudden amased delight a startled expression appear on his stars face which had not been caused, he was sure, by embarrassment, and noted the hot blood surge into the young man's handsome face
"Atta girl," Jim mentally and gleefully shouted, "Maybe you'll teach him his onions. I hope to God you do "
But he would have been surprised indeed if he could have tapped the thoughts of his victim at that moment
The picture that flashed into John's mind was of a merry scene far, far away. A Fiesta in Italy, his native land. Music, confetti — laughter and song He and Zita were resting for a moment after the dance A sudden puff of wind had whipped a tress of her long thick hair about his neck. The blood surged into his face. He turned in a slow, amased way to his companion — Zita — whom he had known all his life — little Zita — why, she was beautiful — a woman. Dios, how beautiful! He caught her swiftly in his arms and crushed his lips to her more lucious ones than ripe pomegranates. He watched the birth of passion in her clear, pure eyes and kissed the lids that drooped to hide the knowledge from him.
Next day he passed her on his way to Napoli with his little donkey cart filled with vegetables. She was swinging along, a basket tray filled with grapes from her
<CV7"">7" "^"HAT's the matter with you John? Haven't \\ A\ / you ever been in love? Can't you kiss a \y \V §lr^ as though y°u meant it?" Thus Jim V v Parker, pet director of the G. M C. Studios "If you could put a love scene over you'd be the biggest man in pictures today. Hells bells I can't make you out at all. You've got all the physical requirements for a perfect lover — added to which you have grace and charm and one can feel you think. But you handle a woman as if she were a piece of the furniture "
The subject of this tyrade burst into amused laughter "Sorry amico mio," and added, thoughtfully, "The ladies would not be flattered at that speech but it is true. I appreciate their beauty, their charm, their talents — but as women — well, they' don't register with me. Why? I cannot tell."
Almost under his breath he finished, "I wish one would " But his director caughf the words and stored them up for future contemplation.
A few days afterward one of the love sequences was to be taken, and following his hunch Jim Parker selected Beatrice Vert, a girl with pure Italian features, for the romantic bit The somewhat worried director was escorting Beatrice to his star for the introduction when one of those awkward things that sometimes happen, happened Beatrice was just stepping over a cluster of electric cables with which every studio is interlaced, when the electrician gave one of them a pull to connect another lamp. This
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