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Thursday, May 22. 1930 "You In” the Idol exactly," laughed knot "Tha.t'l what give- ua lunch a kirk," Janet and, naming herself In the driver's seat and 115mm; I. cigarette. "Suppose it mould be John Gilbert, or Buddy Rogers? Why, It might be anybody." "But what would you dot" N “Well. if he turned out to be old and bald, J'd any I to! In the an by mlltnko, but " he turned out to be A Rudy Vanna I'd Bit tight and In“. and then I'd kld him dong." "TY' is the way!" Janet Craig, slim; pretty tad modishly dressed, stopped be. side I snappy tan and chocolate roadster, - - - 1111113»: turned many thing: since ah: had placed by her ttrther-THP. Henry Batter-in Mlss Lucy'- Select School for Young Ladies. "But," “Id Alicia. "what it Ihould some Along?” N "But when he found out that you were Jan-t Craig he might hlwkmlu you or something.” . M _ "You look up and down the street to make sure no one you know is coming. Then you open the door of the car and step inside." Janet did so. "And then----" "Janet, you .don't mean that the girls get into the cars of perfect strangers to do their smoking?" Alicia, horrified, interrupted' the lesson. _ __ 'ar,u-e wouldn't. know um. I'd him I worked (or . 1tvirttr-tived in h ttearotym--it would p. the thrill of I time." . -diiiik u, an" lmpulu to run, but Janet named hem]! more comfortably and tmt0tyd at the nu: when he cum: up: r371} might be'mn." Allqh admitted, "hut my Itepmother would skin me alive it she knew I'd done such I thing." - . Allen stepped into the car Ind accepted s algal-ens. but she did not ugh: it. for just then s. man And . gm emerged from . near-by doorway and came toward them. "It Is Loettinvtsr," whispered Janet ex. citedly. "And that's ti showglrl with him. I know. because they're rehearsing 1 show In that building.” “"agriwgei you iiow we'ré fresh, don't ynn?" Ihe mg 'ree""). ml "Gee, kid." Janet turned to Allen. "ho lure slingl ml] language. don't he?" Allen W surbrtsed. but 31mg. . "You. be - he does." an} manna In nammer. and Ihe aimed her eye-10 his. He was perfect, perfect! She wished they were not playing this aim game. Jump carried‘ the adventure oft we". They were glove clerks. aha Informed the man. Ina Ihe managed to lay... good many other thing: before hll Ihowmrl compan- lon Ill-THY reminded him that they had In "tttointment. ""1- ;UAEQFVEA he II." said And. u the Ind Janet muted _ _ _ '"GTii,T. "fiGiul, "mw.om Bachelors' duh." Juan exhibited d ma. nun" of DAlll [woman M E S CHICAGO'S PICTURE NEWSPAPER 'i"'iii'.'%ui1.'i"iiuit%iGi vah§:h. 1 bank you're both dvllght- Masquerade the owner tctl hall “to rardbou'd. “a. it!“ no “all it” we shook hind]. And m "etattfy m to lunar from me." "Why. Just, you can't? "Then you all Mm. nw- I com mand." an In“. “rm phag- Int-trel- ot the V. VN sad It I In. “I. "y ynu handle um I'll not ttuit m [at your pledge pin T tomorrow.” Th1- wu the only Iguana: that could possibly Mn m Allen. mun. Baker, her ”an“, ambitious nopmother. hm! drilled Into bar the Ian tut/the but w to mun succe- u 3 de unto was [amount A member of this exclusive ne- crnc sock”. So the MUQMO III on. "and I. and. u an. tor dinner to. night." Mich {ml-had her nary of tho telephono canvarnuon. This Is ALICIA society bud, who “masque- raded" and found herself on a trail of heartache and disillusion. -cFGy GiGaiiieu Janet. "I with you a" kind. of good luck." _ _ ”35"}; Gi um. to keep the out; That wun't tn the W9."- r5351; JGGmtr m. That In. it you want that V. w, pied" pin. 1'it come over, to. night Ind help you emf _ _ Allah!- relltlonl with her stepmother wére stained. and Ih. hated to think or what mum happen It she mm to rank:- v. V. - .ho cemented. book!” A. much “it. I about”! u poronrto--iet Ind emu-Ind tttat-An) hurried to In! rendezvous. "numbering her chum'l Mn] Innructlonl. Paw-on - lul- In the hotel lobby Ind hurt-led m not. “Hello," In In“. "How lovely you look." "Oh, you an I. klddcr. amn't you?" Alicia gave him " are! an. a menu her nervoulnnan. By Anne aardner A New Serial Storg-Start ft Here THE PRESS tt