Screen Mirror (Jun 1930 - Mar 1931)

I 1 Screen Mirror • For March 27 “Aw, you’re too pertickeler, kid.” Kitty took the hand-glass to view her new glory from behind. “P’raps,” said Tessie as she sought out the sporting page of the Sunday paper. “Say, kiddo,” observed Kitty through her mouthful of hairpins, “if you’d read the beauty page and learn what to do with your complexion and cut out lookin’ for notices of Jan Morsowski, you’d get along faster.” Tessie only chewed the harder on her gum, while cutting from the paper a story of how Jan had been given a fighting membership in the Olympic Athletic Club. IX • KITTY and Tessie, looking as smart and nifty as the girls on the magazine covers, stood by the rail of the Sea Cull as she steamed gracefully up the Sound. The marvelous metamorphosis that had taken place in their personal appearance in the few months since they left the Beanery would have added another chapter to Sartor Resartus. Dressed in blue serge skirts with white middy blouses, big gray tarns athwart their young heads, white stockings and shoes, no one would have recognized them as the “types” who wore the tight gaudy clothes fashionable below Fourteenth Street. Even Kitty’s “spit curls” had vanished and the great Psyche knots that had protruded from the backs of their heads had given way to more classic and youthful hair dressing. Only their vernacular and their insatiable gum chewing linked them with the Bowery. “Chee, this certainly is the life,” said Kitty to her handsome companion, who stood with his arm about her, lest perhaps she should fall overboard. “I guess I was intended for this stuff, I like it s’ much.” “You’re entitled to it, and you’ll have it too, m’deah, if you play the game right. Every pretty girl has got the good things of life coming to her.” Montie leaned a little closer in a manner of benevolent protectiveness, and Kitty sighed deliciously. “Now, Hank,” said Driver to his chief assistant, “you’re sure that Tessie has got on everything that Miss Cutura wore this morning? We don’t want to crab this scene because of the wrong stockin’s or sumthin’.” “O. K., Jim. I’ve checked off every item,” and the property man again scrutinized his list, glancing up to make a mental inventory of Tessie’s wardrobe and props. “All right, tell the Capt’n to heave to, or whatever they do to stop, and we’ll shoot this scene with that bunch of rocks in the background. It looks enough like the coast of Africa to suit me.” “Hank,” said Tessie, a few moments later when the cameras were set up and everything was in readiness, “I wish you’d stick around to give me a hand in case I get scared or tangled up in the ropes. I ain’t swam lately and I’m not sure o’ myself.” “Don’t you worry, little one, I won’t let you get drownded,” replied Mr. Todd. “You won’t be the first skoit I’ve rescued from the briny deep. That’s one of the best things I do.” “All right, now, folks, we’ll do the struggle first,” announced Driver. “Here, Bill, you’re supposed to be tryin’ to hold Cutie a prisoner. She’s evidently threatened to jump overboard and swim to shore and you’re tryin’ to stop her. But she breaks away and runs down here where she jumps over the rail. We’ll have one camera pick her up in the water and the other’ll catch you. As soon as she goes over, register anger, then turn, face the camera and say, ‘I’ll do it!’ Hold it a minute, and — Cut! “Now, are you folks all ready? . . . All right, then — in yer places — righto! Ready — action— camera! That’s it, Bill. Hold yer face away there, Tessie, remember, you’re doublin’ — that’s it, scratch and kick, bite his ear — that’s fine; now give a comedy scowl, Bill. Break! Now beat it, Tess — and over the rail! Fine. Now Bill, anger — ‘I’ll do it!’ Cut." Then leaning over the side to direct the water action he said, “That’s it; now swim out of the pitcher. • continued next month • John Mack Brown • continued from page 13 to be in bed when the coach sounds an early curfew. Johnny’s career on the gridiron ended in a blaze of glory when he was again named on the All-American teams and when Alabama won the southern championship. One night in early December Johnny rushed up the steps of the red brick house to tell Connie and her Dad that the champion Alabamans had been invited to play the New Year’s game at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena. And that the invitation had been accepted. “Isn’t it wonderful?” he enthused, “You two’ll have to come along. We’ll spend New Year’s in California. So, when the special train pulled out of the Birmingham station, Los Angelesbound, Connie Foster and her Dad were among the thrilled, excited rooters. They were on their way to see their team win an inter-sectional championship. And a darkeyed girl in a fur coat topped by a crimson hat, was on her way to watch her Johnny play the last game of his football career. Before the game and after the victory was won, Johnny and Connie rode through the boulevards and over the hills of Southern California, loving its beauty and never dreaming that some day they should be living there, a part of a world which seemed almost unreal to them. At the end of the semester, Johnny left school to take up the selling of insurance as a means of earning money between football seasons when he was to be one of the assistant coaches on his own team. Service . . Sincerity . . Saving "The Business Man’s Department Store" Stowe and Davis Desks Standard Desks B. L. 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