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THE STORY THUS FAR: Spratt Her
long, motion picture producer, had mar
rled Elizabeth, alter her first husband,
Arthur Kittredge, had been reported
killed In World War I. Elizabeth had
been orphaned when a baby and had
been raised by her aunt and uncle in
Tulsa. One summer vacation she met
Arthur at the country club. They were
married soon afterwards. Within
a year he enlisted and before long was
reported killed In action. After a long
period of soul deadness, Elizabeth decid
ed to go to Los Angeles and start a new
life. In her office she met Spratt Her
long, whom she Immediately liked for his
character and ability.
CHAPTER VII
"Hollywood is a factory town,
where several big industrial plants
manufacture a product that is
packed in tin cans and shipped out
to be sold to consumers. The hon
est manufacturers do their best to
turn out a product that will be worth
the money they get for it. That's
all."
Elizabeth smiled appreciatively.
“It's refreshing to meet a man as
honest as you are.”
“Thanks,” returned Spratt,
"though I didn't know there was any
special virtue in speaking one’s
mind.”
“There is in knowing one's mind,”
said Elizabeth.
Spratt laughed a little. They had
finished dinner in a restaurant, and
as Spratt happened not to have a
show to cover that evening they had
ordered more coffee and stayed to
talk. She asked,
“What do you want to do in pic
tures ultimately, Spratt?”
"Produce them,” he answered
without hesitation. “I like the ex
ecutive end. But I shouldn’t want
to be a producer until I’ve had some
experience in writing, or at least
supervising a story, and directing.
It's a good thing to know what other
people are doing before you try to
tell them how to do it.”
“And you'll do your best,” she
added, “to pack an honest product
I in your little tin cans?”
"Certainly,” he said, laughing
frankly. "A first - class product
worth a first-class price.”
She laughed back at him. "You’re
not an idealist, are you, Spratt?"
"Not the classic variety, at any
rate.” He paused a moment, and re
marked, "Elizabeth, it’s so much
easier to dream about the ideals we
can’t reach than to do the best
job we’re capable of doing.” He
paused again, poured cream into his
coffee, and in a rare expression of
confidence he added, “I guess I saw
too much of that when I was a young
ster. 1 come from a long line of
visionaries who were too sensitive to
take the world as they found it and
get anything done. I don’t like it."
"Please go on,” she urged.
“Half my father's salary was al
ways going to support relatives so
delicate-minded they couldn’t do
anything but write bits of verse for
the magazines and lament the de
cline of culture. The other half went
mostly for books, and soap. Books,
soap, toothbrushes, neat patches and
the appurtenances of gentility.” He
shivered.
"I think I’m really getting to know
you.” said Elizabeth. "May I ven
ture a guess?”
"Go ahead.”
"So now half your salary goes for
postage on letters to the delicate
minded relatives, telling them they
can either go to work or starve, it’s
all one to you.”
"How right you are,” said Spratt.
They began to laugh again, and
Elizabeth started telling him about
Aunt Grace and her cups of tea.
“My aunt would really be sorry to
see the ' millennium arrive, for if
there were no affliction there’d be
nobody for her to pester with good
works. In consequence I sometimes
think I’m hard-hearted. But I sim
ply loathe patronizing the poor.”
“Now we do understand each oth
er,” said Spratt. He gave her a
companionable smile across the ta
ble. “I like you, Elizabeth.”
"I like you too, she said
By this time they were spending
their evenings together several times
a week. It was characteristic of
Spratt's forthright habit of mind
that several nights later, when they
were having dinner again, he sud
denly interrupted a pause in the con
versation to say to her,
“Elizabeth, may I ask you a per
sonal question?”
“You can ask it, of course,” she
returned, "though if it’s very per
sonal I don’t promise to answer it.
What do you want to know?”
“About your husband,” he said.
Elizabeth looked down at the re
flection of an overhead light on the
surface of her coffee. “My hus
band was killed in the war,” she an
swered briefly.
"Forgive me, won’t you?” said
Spratt.
She looked up. Spratt was regard
ing her with a friendly contrition.
“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I can
see it’s not easy for you to recall
K.”
“No. it’s not,” said Elizabeth. Aft
“r an instant’s pause she went on,
“Why did you want to know?”
He smiled. “Frankly, for self
protection. Shall I explain?”
“Why yes, I wish you would.”
He leaned a trifle nearer her.
"Well, this isn’t an easy town to get
around in, Elizabeth. You are Mrs.,
and you wear a wedding ring, but
you live alone and I’ve never heard
you mention your husband. We’ve
been seeing a good deal of each oth
er, and Id like to keep on seeing
you, but I wanted to make sure.
I’ve had—well,” he said with a
shrug, “one or two embarrassing ex
periences with unexpected husbands
turning up. 1 hope this doesn’t make
you angry,” he added.
"Why no, of course it doesn’t. I
don’t mind saying it surprises me.
I suppose I take it for granted that ,
everyone knows I’m a widow, or at
least that if I weren’t widowed or
thoroughly divorced I shouldn’t be
going out with men as casually as
I do. But maybe I’ve been a bit
naive for Hollywood—and anyway,
as you noticed. I’m still reluctant
to talk about it."
"Then we shan’t talk about it,” |
he said gently. “Thank you for un
derstanding why I brought it up.”
There w>as a pause. "Were you
in the army?” she asked.
"For a little while. I never got
across.”
"And w'hen did you come here?”
"In the first winter of the world’s
hangover.” He spoke readily, evi
dently glad to turn the course of her
attention. "Before we went into the
“My husband was killed in the
war.*'
war I had worked for an advertising
agency in New York. We handled a
lot of moving picture advertising, so
after the war they sent me out to
organize a branch office in Los An
geles. Then I got a chance to do
studio publicity.”
From there the talk went back to
moving pictures. As he drove her
home, Spratt said, “I’d like to see
you over the week-end if you can
manage it.”
“Lean, easily.”
“Good. Would you rather go
dancing at a night club Saturday
night or spend Sunday at a swim
ming pool?”
“Sunday, swimming.” I
“Terrific, so would I. I’ve got to
do a layout on one of my beauties,
and I can do it either Saturday night
or Sunday. So I’ll get rid of it Sat
urday night, and pick you up Sunday
morning. I belong to a rather good
country club and we’ll go there—
swim, late lunch by the pool, get
sunburnt in the afternoon. Right?”
"Splendid.”
He stopped the car in front of her
apartment house and went up with
her. At her door Spratt said.
“Elizabeth, about what came up
at dinner. Don’t run away from it.
Look at it hard, and take it.”
“1 do try to, Spratt,” she said in a
low voice. ‘T’ve been trying to for
a long time now, but I can’t always.
Sometimes it—comes back. As if it
had just happened yesterday.”
“I think I understand. Though
maybe I don’t—nothing’s easier than
believing we understand experiences
we’ve never had. But the longer you
live the more you find out that life
consists mostly of getting used to
things we don’t like. Keep trying.”
“I will, Spratt.”
He went on. You know, most of
us, when we say happiness, mean
the absence of change. And that’s
just fighting the facts. Our lives are
always changing in spite of anything
we can do about it. Eventually, if
we learn anything, we learn to take
what happens and go on with it.”
He stopped abruptly, half abashed.
‘‘Queer, my talking like this. 1 don’t
often. But there it is—I wish I could
offer you more consolation.”
"Why, you have,” said Elizabeth.
“Have I? How?"
"By being you. It’s hard to ex
plain.”
“Thank you.” He took both her
hands in his and gave them a hard
grip. "You’re a swell girl, Eliza
beth."
When she went into her room and
turned on the light she felt a new
elation. She had not seen this side
of Spratt’s nature before. Finding
it made her feel that for the first
time since she came to California
she had acquired, not another com
panion to amuse her leisure, but a
friend who would be there when she
needed him.
The following Sunday, as they
were driving home, after a brisk day
of sun and water, she leaned back
in the car, saying drowsily, ‘TU
probably be asleep by eight o’clock
tonight. I’m so tired!’’
*'I am too,” said Spratt, "fun
tired. Let’s do this often.”
"I’d like to. But I thought you
worked most of your week-ends.”
"So I do, but that’s been because
there was nobody interesting to play
with. I work too hard.”
"Are you just beginning to realize
that?” she asked.
“Not exactly, but I’m just begin
ning to admit it. Work can be like
liquor sometimes, an escape from
too much of one’s own company.”
She glanced up, expecting him to
go on, but Spratt remarked on the
coloring of the desert hills in the
sunset and said no more about him
self. Remembering his remark lat
er, however, she thought she should
have expected it. She might have
realized long ago that like so many
other brilliant and ambitious men,
Spratt was essentially lonely. Yet
she had not realized it, and she was
glad to do so now. She needed his
friendship; it was good to know that
in spite of his self-assurance Spratt
had need of her.
When he asked her to marry him
she was not surprised. She did not
answer him at once. Spratt had giv
en her so much, more than she knew
until now, when she had to consider
the possibility of letting him go. But
she wanted to be fair, and in fair
ness there were matters that had to
be explained.
She explained them on an evening
when they were in her apartment,
Spratt listening with quiet attention
while she spoke. She told him how
she had loved Arthur, and how she
had suffered at being told he was
dead. “It can’t be easy for you to
hear this,” she said.
“It’s easier now than it’ll ever be
again,” he answered. "Go on.”
Elizabeth stood up. Moving around
behind her chair she put her hands
on the back of it and held it while
she talked.
“Spratt, you told me to take this
out and face it. I've tried to. I’ve
tried to be practical, to tell myself
everything I might tell somebody
else. I’ve said to myself that maybe
Arthur wasn’t worth what I gave
him, maybe nobody ever born could
deserve so much.”
“Yes. But you haven't said wheth
er or not you want to marry me.”
"I do want to. But I’m not sure
you’re going to want to marry me. II
you don’t want to, say so. You’re
too fine and honest to have anything
less than the truth from me, or to
let me have anything less than that
from you. Spratt, when Arthur died
something died in me. What I feel
for you—it’s strange to call it love,
because it’s so different. It’s not
adoration that sees no faults. It's
thoughtful and realistic. I like you,
I admire you, I have tremendous re
spect for you. I trust you complete
ly. I’d tell you anything. I know
you’ll never fail me. But I can’t
give you what I gave Arthur, be
cause I haven’t got it to give. It's
just not there any more.”
She looked across the room at him,
listening steadily in the half-glow of
a reading lamp some distance away.
She concluded,
"It would hurt me terribly to lose
you. But it would be worse to know
I had been less than completely hon
est with you. There may be another
woman who can give you what I
can't, and if that’s what you want,
please, please tell me so.”
She heard a soft, smothered little
sound from his direction, and saw
to her amazement that Spratt was
laughing. He stood up and came
over to her.
"My darling girl, you told me I
was honest. I am, and I’m going
to prove it. If any woman offered
me the sort of total worship you’re
talking about, she’d throw me into
a panic.”
He put his hands on her shoulders
and squeezed them as he continued,
in comradely fashion. “Forgive me
for laughing. I wasn’t laughing at
you, but at the idea that anybody
could possibly think I might want to
be adored like that, which you’ll
have to admit is ridiculous. Eliza
beth, if I may be brutally frank—if
that’s what you were like when you
were a young girl I’m glad you got
rid of it before I met you. I want
you the way you are.”
Quite suddenly, she began to laugh
too. This way of talking about mar
riage was so different from the shin
ing rapture with which she and Ar
thur had talked about it.
"Then you do want me, Spratt?”
"You bet I do.”
"You’re not going to be sorry for
what's past?”
"I should say not. You see, Eliza
beth, it's really quite simple. 1 love
you as you are. What you are must
be the result of what's happened to
you before. If it had happened differ
ently, you’d have been a different
sort of woman now, and I shouldn’t
have loved you. It makes sense.”
“You're the only man I knew,"
said Elizabeth, "who always makes
sense."
They were married soon after
that. She had never had reason to
be sorry. Spratt had been brilliant
ly successful in h s work, they had
their three children, their long un
broken affection, and the peace of
mind that came from knowing them
selves of supreme importance to
each other. It was a good life.
(TO BE CONTINUED*
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OF PRIVATE PURKEY
Dear Ed.—Well, the ban on me
fraternizing with them Kraut frau
leans is lifted and it may be neces
sary for the brasshati to slap the
rule on again to keep up interest in
them. Them dames don't look half
so good now that there is no law
against them.
That word fraternizing was a hot
one to drag In when the four letter
word “neck” would of done. 1 had
to live 23 years, get in a global war
and go all through Afrira, Maly,
France and parts of Germany to find
out that when I ant delivering a
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guilty of “fraternization in the tirst
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Well, anyhow, it was tough to win
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nothing goes with it that can roll
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I am all for busting up the Kraut
general si',atT, wiping out the Nazis
and making a new Germany, but I
still stand for romance, lend lease
and I never did think that in order to
make Germany a demoekracy we
have got to keep G.I.s from looking
up telephone numbers.
So when the ban on fraternizing
was lifted it was good news even if
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it. Interest has fell off badly since
it's become okay to go for them
frauleans. They do not look too good
except when they are hard to go get.
When there is no ceiling on them
they lose glamtner. They toe in,
they ain't on shapes and them
German dressmakers should be in
cluded among the war criminals.
I think the hairdressers should be
put on the war crimes list also.
The frauleans made it tough for
the G.I.s all during the fraterniza
tion ban by making most of the ad
vances. They was for freedom of
the squeeze from the start and I seen
lots of times when they put out pick
ets in front of our barracks and
carried signs which read “These
G.I.s Unfair to German Girls."
Of coarse, it was all hooey and the
ban never had no chance. Love
laughs at locksmiths and it busts
buttons off its vest giggling at brass
hats. Take it from me a lot of G.I.s
is coming home with German girls
as brides. It happened in the last
war and it will happen in this. It
is even a good thing the Big Three
is married.
As ever. •
Oscar.
BATTLE CRY
Let’s take another pokio
At badly battered Tokio;
In times the Japs will knowkio
That war is not a jokio.
THE OLD DAYS
The American Transit association
announces that the trolley car is far
from dead. There are 118 electric
car companies in the country. They
carry 60 per cent of all riders in
urban areas. Thirteen billion fares
were carried last year. This cheers
us up. Tender memories of our boy
hood included those of the trolley
car. The Sunday ride on an open
trolley to Savin Rock, Momauguin
or Lighthouse Point was pretty ex
citing stuff. The whole town seemed
to turn out for that kind of a trip
j on Sunday, and in the afternoon
passengers were clinging to every
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open car has pretty well disap
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enough, still operate some. They
had it all over the closed car or
bus for coolness, comfort and fun.
A WAR WIFE’S WHIMSY
(With apologies to some well-known
writers of light verse)
“Oh, life is a cycle of music anil
song,”
And the war years have been just
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And the peace is a thing that can
hardly go wrong—
And I am Mohandas K. Gandhi!
Happy Chandler has formally
signed at $50,000 a year to take
Judge Landis’ place as baseball czar.
That's a lot of money to be spent
just to prove that Landis was not
the type.
Reno, hit by the ban on railroad
travel, is establishing a plane serv
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clear what a wife means when she
says, "I’m so angry with you I could
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ican than the General Store.
Yet, do you realize that America
is not even self-sufficient enough
to keep that General Store running
efficiently and prosperously?
For instance, its delivery truck
was made in America; but 300
products, from 56 countries, went
into its making. The telephone
over which the orders come is
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The coffee, the tea, the sugar,
the tin in the cans, the cocoa and
chocolate... these and many more
of the things the store buys and
sells came from overseas. Take
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becomes more difficult to operate.
Take them away, and the com
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durable peace, we must cooperate
with the rest of the world. Truly,
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the responsibility of making in
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First, get and keep yourself in
formed about the specific pro
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cooperation which are now be
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these questions. Get them dis
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