I had just finished a practice session on the bar when one of my studio friends came by. I was hot and tired and my hands were blistered. “You’re a real living wreck,” he grinned. “Why in the world do you work so hard?”
“It’s a...
You’ll be seeing and reading more about it on other pages—but I couldn’t start party paragraphs this time with anything but photoplay’s Gold Medal Award dinner....
You have to be a teenager before you can become an adult, and these girls who’ve been robbed of their teenage eventually wind up in headlines as they reach out for life—for love—for security—for the woman’s life they’ve essayed too soon....