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Trails on BroadwayWith Paul HarrisonNEW YORK.—Twenty-seven handsome girls sat around the large room and fidgeted.“I wish they'd hurry up,” complained a tall titian to a slinky brunette. ‘ Every time I go to one of these things I have to sit around while they pick somebody else, andthen I just got time for a sandwich»•«*before I have to rush to the theater.” “Yeah.” murmured the brunette, gracefully crossing her knees as one of the judges looked in her direction.It was a contest to select the most beautiful girls in the Ziegfeld Follies. Officials, assorted pre-s agents and six artist-judges, the Messrs. Howard Chandler Christy. Jeff Maehamer, Penrhyn Stan’av Dean Cornwall, Ben Ali Hagno and Russell Patterson.Spectators, newspaper and movie photographer s. reporter,-, gatecrashers. Scene: private lounge in a bighotel.‘'Will you ladies please stand up a minute?” asked Mr. Christy. The ladies arose languidly smoothed dresses, touched coiffures, struckPose No. 35-A “Thank vou: vou nuiv sit down”, said Mr. Cornwall. Theladies melted into their chairs. Twelve 1st cigarettes. Nine daintily fished the cherries out of their Manhattan cocktails and nibbled at them. None drank more than a sip. Ablonde turned a 10.000 candlepowcr glance on me and said: I'm so glad you're one of the judges. I've always just adored your illustrations. I expect to be an artist myself some time. I think you draw the most beautiful girls of anybody. I used to model for an artist out in California. I wonder if vou---'’• But I’m not one of the judges.”“Oh ” The smile wavered, thenglowed again. “I remember now.You’re one of the photographers, of course. Do you think—”“But I'm not a photographer.” “Oh.” The smile flickered and went out.* * rp!I fled to a comer where the cameramen were conducting an unofficial c mous on the probable winner. A majority finally agreed upon a ,-uveet-faced lass in a blue dress, butit turned out that she was only a newly-hired cub reporter on a tabloid.A press agent came over and said: They got the dame picked, fellas. We'll be ready for pictures in a minute.” There was a clattering of tripods as cameras were set up. The movie men began dragging snakyelectric cables around under everybody's feet. The winner, a tall, dark-haired girl named Leone Sousa, from San Bernardino, Cal.. was a popular choice until it developed that shewanted to rush away arid hear her husband sing somewhere. She stayed, though, and posed with the judges,u :th Fannie Brice, with the hotel manager. and with 'he “runners-up” who were selected hastily when a pho-tographer demanded more good-looking' dames in the picture.When one of the latter confided she was from Brooklyn a press agent ■ emended he sternly that Follies beauties a • don't come from Brooklyn. so where else could she be from?I could be from Pittsburgh,” sain thegirl. I've got a married sistei Pittsburgh.” So it was agreed th; she w; s front Pittsburgh. The reef the girls got their coats and tunr ed away, the titian grumbling ih;now she just had time for a sandwith.
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Charleston Daily Mail
Charleston, West Virginia, US
Thu, Apr 05, 1934
Page 8
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