Silver Screen (Nov 1937-Apr 1938)

Careers Take So A/lany years But L-Ove Comes All Of A Sudden la • Screen Stories. By Jack Beck Jolt Fictionii;ation of Crashins Hollywood." Released, by RKO~Radio Pictures. Produced by Cliff Rcid and directed by Lew Lenders. Screen Play By Paul Ya= wit~ and Gladys Atwatcr. From The Play By Paul Dickey ana Mann Pase. Impatient Lovers (The cast will be found at the end of this story.) Michael Tracy) scenario idea with Mr. Crisby (James Conlin) the producer's private secretary. (Right) Barbara Lang (Joan Woodbury) realizes with horror the menace to her love. IT WAS a big day for Jefferson City. It was a bigger day for Barbara Lang. The prettiest girl in town was going to Hollywood to crash the movies. In honor of the great occasion all the members of the Ladies Wednesday Afternoon Motion Picture and Dramatic Circle were grouped about the observation platform at the tail end of the California Flyer. All the reporters and news photographers in town were there to record the scene. A fair sized crowd of people who had nothing else to do was there. And, of course, Barbara was there. Barbara in her full skirted organdie dress and picture hat! Barbara, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her blue eyes like twin stars, her pretty lips parted in dazzling smiles as she posed with the club leaders while the cameras clicked. Jefferson City was proud of Barbara and she was rapturously happy, looking forward to the beginning of this glamorous career upon which the kind hearted club ladies had launched her. Michael Winslow, about to board the flyer, was one of those caught in the press of people around the observation platform. A tall and presentable young man clinging tightly to a bulging portfolio he stood on tiptoe in the crowd, staring straight at Barbara, whom he had never seen before. Michael forgot where he was. He forgot that he, too, was on his way to Hollywood. He forgot that clutched under his arm was the portfolio in which were manuscripts of motion pictures not yet produced— manuscripts that were going to make his fortune. All he could see or think about was Babrara. What a girl! A mother with two babies in arms and leading two toddlers by the hand, pressed through the crowd. "Help me on the train," she snapped at the young man. He merely stared at Barbara, his mouth open and his expression that of a man just hit by a truck. When she thrust the babies into his arms he accepted them m a daze and followed the mother meekly. "Now Miss Lang, please," said the news photographers. "Just one more, with your hat on this time. Look like a movie star . . ." Barbara smiled and posed. Behind her passed Michael, carrying the two strange babies. The cameras clicked just as a baby hand, reachin"' out in passing, tore the lovely lady's hat off. At the same time the clasp of Michael's brief case, catching in Barbara's organdie dress, tore off her skirt. Barbara had met a man she was not to forget soon. In the dusk of that day Barbara sat alone on the observation platform. Ever retreating from her lay the winding ribbon of tracks. The rhythmic clack-clack of wheels told of the lesseningmiles between her and Hollywood, goal of so many ambitions, mecca of so many heartbreaks. No fear of heartbreaks entered Barbara's thoughts. Was she not young? And lovely? And was she not endorsed by the Ladies Wednesday Afternoon Motion Picture and Dramatic Circle and financed by public subscription of her admiring home town! A young man with a pipe came out of the club car. Their eyes 52