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NEWSREEL LVII

the psychic removed al clothing before séances at Har-vard. Electric torches, bel s, large megaphones, baskets, al il uminated by phosphorescent paint, formed the psychic's equip-ment My brother's coming

with pineapples

Watch the circus begin

IS WILLING TO FACE PROBERS

the psychic's feet were not near the professor's feet when his trouser leg was pul ed. An electric bulb on the ceiling flashed on and off. Buzzers rang. A teleplasmic arm grasped objects on the table and pul ed Dr. B.'s hair. Dr. B. placed his nose in the doughnut and encouraged Walter to pul as hard as possible, His nose was pul ed.

Altho' we both agreed to part

It left a sadness in my heart

UNHAPPY WIFE TRIES TO DIE

SHEIK DENTIST RECONCILED

Financing Only Problem

I thought that I'd get along

and now

I find that I was wrong

somehow

Society Women Seek Jobs in Vain as Maids to Queen

-255-NUN WILL WED GOB

I'm broken hearted

QUEEN HONORS UNKNOWN SOLDIER

Police Guard Queen in Mob

Beneath a dreamy Chinese moon

Where love is like a haunting tune

PROFESSOR TORTURES RIVAL

QUEEN SLEEPS AS HER TRAIN DEPARTS

Social Strife Brews

COOLIDGE URGES ADVERTISING

I found her beneath the setting sun

When the day was done

Cop Feeds Canary on $500 Rich Bride Left

While the twilight deepened

The sky above

I told my love

In o-o-old Ma-an-ila-a-a

ABANDONED APOLLO STILL HOPES

FOR RETURN OF WEALTHY

BRIDE

MARGO DOWLING

Agnes was a darling. She managed to raise money

through the Morris Plan for Margo's operation when Dr. Dennison said it was absolutely necessary if her health wasn't to be seriously impaired, and nursed her the way she'd nursed her when she'd had measles when she was a little girl. When they told Margo she never could have

-256-a baby, Margo didn't care so much but Agnes cried and cried.

By the time Margo began to get wel again and think of getting a job she felt as if she and Agnes had just been living together always. The Old Southern Waffle Shop was doing very wel and Agnes was making seventyfive dol ars a week; it was lucky that she did because Frank Mandevil e hardly ever seemed able to get an engage-ment any more, there's no demand for real entertainment since the war, he'd say. He'd become very sad and respect-able since he and Agnes had been married at the Little Church Around the Corner, and spent most of his time playing bridge at the Lambs Club and tel ing about the old days when he'd toured with Richard Mansfield. After Margo got on her feet she spent a whole dreary winter hanging around the agencies and in the castingoffices of musical shows, before Flo Ziegfeld happened to see her one afternoon sitting in the outside office in a row of other girls. By chance she caught his eye and made a faint ghost of a funny face when he passed; he stopped and gave her a onceover; next day Mr. Herman picked her for first row in the new show. Rehearsals were the hardest work she'd ever done in her life.

Right from the start Agnes said she was going to see to it that Margo didn't throw herself away with a trashy crowd of chorusgirls; so, although Agnes had to be at work by nine o'clock sharp every morning, she always came by the theater every night after late rehearsals or evening performances to take Margo home. It was only after Margo met Tad Whittlesea, a Yale halfback who spent his weekends in New York once the footbal season was over, that Agnes missed a single night. The nights Tad met her, Agnes stayed home. She'd looked Tad over careful y and had him to Sunday dinner at the apartment and decided that for a mil ionaire's son he was pretty

-257-steady and that it was good for him to feel some responsi-bility about Margo. Those nights Margo would be in a hurry to give a last pat to the blond curls under the blue velvet toque and to slip into the furcape that wasn't silver fox but looked a little like it at a distance, and to leave the dusty stuffy dressingroom and the smel s of curling irons and cocoa-butter and girls' armpits