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CHAPTER VTI )
Mid Marty Haitt, "In the
a swell guy. And a
But that Isn't why I
se him. Ben Blake runs
League."
Models' League?" Toby
Haven't you ever heard
She admitted that she hadn’t.
“The Models' League.” said
■uat,” Is an agency. It supplies
Models for commercial photogra
phers. You know — the pretty
girls you see In advertisements In
newspapers and magazines. Pho
tographers hire their models through
am agency, and the Models’ League
M one of these. One of the best, too.
Most of the girls at the top In the
business—girls who make $175 and
•300 a week — are registered there.”
Toby gasped. “A hundred and
lyenty-flve dollars a week! Just
ir having their pictures taken?”
Hiatt nodded. “Yes. and you
they earn It. Posing Is hard
work. Of course, only the top
notchers get the high prices. But
It’s a nice job. I think you’d like
It.”
Toby’s eyes were round. “Do
rou really think I could do it?” she
isked.
"Of course I do. Didn’t I tell
(rou those shots we made the other
day were swell?”
“But I don’t know anything
•bout posing.”
"Neither did the others when
they started. You’ve got what It
takes, kid—a camera face. I told
you that the other day, didn’t I?
Well, Marty Hiatt never misses. If
THE STORY SO FAR
THE STORY SO FAR
TOBY RYAN, 11, warlu behind
the Jewelry counter of a largo
Manhattan department store. She
poses for a photograph to be used
in a store • advertisement and
MARTY HIATT, the photogra
pher tells hrr she has a "camera
face."
Toby goes to dinner with BILL
BRANDT, who works In an ad
vertising agency.
A few days later Toby loses her
Job, doe to the scheming of Jeal
ous MAIJRINE BALL, also em
ployed In the Jewelry department
Toby’s efforts to find a new Job
are fruitless. She meets Marty
Hiatt, the photographer and con
fides what has happened. Hiatt
says suddenly, "I know a man you
ought to see.”
one corner of the room. Behind
her, lining the walls, were rows of
photographs. The girl was talking
to a slender, distinguished-looking
man with gray hair.
A half dozen chairs stood against
the wall at the right. A man and
girl were sitting there, the man
reading a newspaper. On the left,
near the swinging gate leading to
the office beyond, was a large screen
on which a magazine cover and sev
eral advertisements, each a photo
graph, had been fastened.
A small girl In a black fur coat
and red hat came through the
swinging gate, paused before the
halted. The door stood open. Toby
hesitated, uncertain whether to
knock or speak.
The man Inside looked up sud
denly, saw her and put down the
letter he had been reading. "How
do you do,” he said. "Did you
want to see me?”
He was a broad-shouldered
young man, wearing a tweed suit.
His hair was dark brown and he
had a very straight nose and a wide
mouth. Toby, for a fleeting moment,
thought she had met him some
where. That, of course, was Impos
sible. She must have seen him,
though. All at once, she knew. His
photograph—that was It! She'd seen
his photograph a dozen times, ad
vertising a certain make of collars.
Or was it shirts?
She said quickly, "Are you Mr.
Blake?”
"Yes.”
"Then I do want to see you.
I’m Toby Ryan—”
"Oh, yes. Marty Hiatt sent you
over. Want to be a model, do
you?"
‘I’d like to try It.”
‘Come In and sit down.” Blake
Indicated a chair at his right.
Toby noticed that the card she
had filled out was lying before him.
He picked it up, glanced at it for an
Instant, then at the girl. Then he
tapped the edge of the card against
his desk.
"Let’s have a look at you from
the side,’ he said. "Now the
other side — now straight front
again.”
He continued to study her for
several moments, intently. "Well,"
“Have you had any experience as a model?” the girl asked Toby Ryan.
,, 1 were you, I’d go up and talk to
f "r Blake—”
Toby got to her feet. “Excuse me
• minute,” she said. There was a
public telephone at the rear of the
lunch room and Toby went to it. She
deposited a coin and dialed the
number of the employment agency.
The voice of the woman she
had talked to eariier that morning
came over the wire. Toby reported
that she had failed to get the Job
at the store because she had been
too late.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said
“I was afraid of that. Well, keep
In touch with as. In a day or so
there may be something.”
"But Isn't there anything else
I can try today? I can't afford to
be without work—”
“I’m sorry,” the woman said
again. "There’s nothing else Just
now. Perhaps by the first of the
week—”
Toby hung up the recivcr. sue
came back to where Hiatt was wait
ing and said, "Well, I’m going to
take your advice. Where is this Mr.
Blake and how do I get there?”
The photographer took a card
from his pocket, wrote the ad
dress on It. It was in a building
up-town, easily accessible by sub
way.
Toby took the card, smiled and
brought one hand up In a smart
salute. "Okay," she said. "Never
let It be said a ityan missed an
opportunity. I'm oil!”
Hiatt grinned back at her.
‘That’s the spirit,’ he said. “Some
day I’d like a picture ol you like
that — one hand up and a big
smile. Migtit be uble to sell it
for an add. Well — so long, kid.
Remember I’m betting on you.”
They went to the door together.
Then Hiatt set oil westward and
Toby turned east. She was aware,
as she walked, of a feeling of ex
citement, a warmth that brought
color to her cheeks and made her
step light. Oh, if she really could
get such a job, could earn half as
much money as Hiatt had men
tioned. It would be a fortune!
She thought, "But I’m not like
those girls in the advertisements.
They’re beautiful!"
The photographer had seemed
to believe that she could be a
model, though. He had chosen
her for his picture instead of Mau
rine Ball. Maybe she could do it,
after all. Maybe she could—
All the wav to the subway sta
tion and during the ride uptown
Toby kept repeating to herself
Hiatt’s reassurances. But by the
time she reached the office build
ing, panic liad taken hold of her.
With a gulp, she told herself
‘They can't do any more than put
me out. And I've got to go
through with it now. I promised
Mr. Hiatt.”
Resolutely she opened the door
and went inside.
The elevator operator showed
no aurprise when site said, "Mod
els’ League.” He answered, "Fifth
floor.” banged the door of the
car shut arid they shot upward.
Toby Stepped out of the elevator
to face a deserted corridor. Hhe
wandered to the right a dozen yards,
then to the left. Huddcnly she aaw
the door Just ahead. In neat black
lettering wcne the words, "MODELB'
LEAGUE, INC.”
Toby pushed the door open, en
tered. The room In whiati she
stood was a rather small office
separated from a larger one by
• railing. A girl sat at a desk In
screen. Toby suppressed a gasp,
It was the girl — the very same
one — pictured on the magazine
cover. The girl gazed at the pho
tograph, studying it impersonally.
Yes, indeed, it was the same girl—
Toby became aware that the
girl at the desk was looking at
her inquiringly. The slender man
had departed. Toby went over to
the desk. She said hesitantly,
“I’d like to see Mr. Blake.”
“V.'hat is your name?” the girl
asked crisply.
“Ryan—Toby Ryan.”
“Oh!” The other girl smiled In
friendly fashion. "You're the girl
Mr. Hiatt telephoned about?”
“Yes.” Toby hadn’t known Marty
Hiatt was going to telephone but
she would be eternally grateful to
him for it.
"Mr. Blake Is busy now,” the
girl at the desk said, “but he’ll
see you later. While you’re wait
ing you can fill out this card.
Have you had any experience as
a model?"
Toby said that she had not.
The girl did not, as Toby had
feared, look as though this was
a shocking admission. Instead she
said, "I'll let you know when Mr.
Blake can see you.”
Toby retired to the farthest chair
and began to fill in the card. She
wrote her full name, address, and
the telephone number at her room
ing house. In the space opposite age
she wrote "19,” opposite weight,
wrote 110 pounds. She added that
she was- 5 feet 3 Inches tall, wore
size 12 dresses, four-A shoes, 9 stock
ings, 21 1-2 hats and 6 gloves.
Toby had written many appli
cations for employment but she
had never seen such a card as
tills. Absorbed by her surround
ings, the time slipped by quickly.
She was startled when she heard
her name called.
“Miss Ryan—?”
It was the girl at the desk who
had spoken. She went on. “Mr.
Blake will sec you now. Oo through
the gate and down the corridor. It’s
the last office on the right."
Toby followed instructions. Be
fore the last door on the right she
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he said at last, “we may be able
to use you. The registration fee
Is $50 but that comes out of your
earnings. You’ll have to have
photographs, though, Better have
three—full-face, profile and stand
ing. You can have them made for
$25.”
Something In the girl’s face
stopped him. Toby said, "Oh—I”
and then, "Do I have to have the
photographs?”
“Why, yes.”
Toby got to her feet, gathering
up her purse and gloves. “I’m
sorry,” she said, "I—X guess I’ve
changed my mind about being a
model."
(To Be Continued)
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By I. S. Klein
ADMIRERS of the late President
Woodrow Wilson have asked
tlie !J. S. Postoffice Department to
Issue a new Wilson stamp In n
lower denomlnl
tlon then (he
17-eent value on
which his por
trait now ap
pears. The rea
son Is that the
17 ■ cent stamp
no longer Is
used to any ex
tent. While the
2-cent postage
rate prevailed,
this stamp cov
ered regular postage and the 15
cent fee required for registered
letters. With the 3-cent rate of
postage, the 17-cent value no longer
is used for registered mail.
Another proposed stamp that is
gaining adherents Is one requested
to commemorate the 75th anniver
sary of the Battle of Oettyshurg.
This, If approved, should appear in
the early summer of 1938.
Several of the National Parks
scries, and the older airmail
stamps, may soon be withdrawn
from sale at the IJ. 8. Philatelic
Agency in Washington. Better gat
your supply now,
• • •
The all-blue 16-rent airmail spe
cial delivery stamp lias been with
drawn from the eouutry a post
offices and now can he had only at
the Philatelic Agency III Washing
ton. The demand Is high, ao
these, too. may run out soon.
• • •
The Inst of new stamps hearing
a portrait of the late King
George of Kngland bus finally been
Issued by HI. Lucia, British West
Indie* colony. The portrait la In
tlie form of a medallion, and there
fore may be regarded as a memo
rial. although the design waa made
before the.klng's death. Thera arc
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