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THERE ARE WAYS AND WAYS OF STAGING A
WALKOUT
Illustrated by Joseph L. Sabo
ENE FARNOL stared at the crimson wing on Ellin Moore's tight-fitting felt hat. They stood in the Grand Central station with crowds elbowing them and shoving their shins against Ellin's bags. Ellin was going away. Gene cleared his throat. It was pretty bard to think of something to say wnich would sound easy and casual. "Well," he said, "you'll soon be in Hollywood where it's warm and you'll have to shed that coat."
She caught a bunch of squirrel collar close under her chin and stared at him through eyes filmed with tears. "Yes," she said.
"Av/ now, look," Gene said, "you gotta stop cryin', Ellin. You been crying for three days straight now. It's your big chance. You got a future ahead of you an' you squawk like a kid that's bumped his head on a cement floor. I don't get I don't get you at all."
"You wouldn't. I suppose I could be going to — to well, almost anywhere it'd take twelve years to come back from, and you'd just say 'Well, so long Ellin. I'll be seeing you sometime.' "
"Well, we've been partners for three years now, haven't we? We've had some tough breaks together. We've had a lotta luck together too. As close as we've been, do I have to get down on my knees and do a Garbo-Gilbert to let you know I'm gonna miss you?"
"I feel rotten walking out on you like this." "What d' you mean, walking out on me? I'm makin' you go, I guess. I guess if it wasn't for me, you'd be fool enough to send those guys a wire sayin' 'Sorry, pals, but I'm stickin' here because I'm in love with a sap comedian.' Why,
baby, you've got everything it takes to be a knock down an' drag out in the talkies."
"Sure. They'll knock me down and drag me over the state line and I'll be walking the ties in the general direction of New York in three weeks."
"Wanta bet on it?" "Suppose it had been you. Would you have split the team — when we were doing big time, mind you, and in line for musical — and let me go around Broadway trying
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''I can too dance. Sure I can dance," Gene protested, rising with obvious effort.
U Ellin, the girl.
to find someone to train in for the act or trying to find a booking in some flop musical? Yes you would have!"
"Don't make me laugh," Gene said. "Baby, I'd have left you so flat you wouldn't 'a' been able to pull yourself together for ten years."
"You're lying."
"All right, I'm lying. I'm not lyin' when I say that you got a break because you had everything it took to get it. Look at me. I'd look sweet, wouldn't I, hoofing for the talkies? They don't want my stuff. They're hot for trained legit actors, good voices like yours. I been poundin' the