riot! He
was the handsomest thing I ever seen on a screen and I don't blame all
the dames in the studio for fallin' for him. In that treasured dress
suit of his which cost Alex as much as a limousine, they ain't no woman
on earth that wouldn't get a thrill when she looked at him, provided he
didn't start no conversation. He looked class--that's all they is to
it!

When we come out from seein' the picture, Delancey is walkin' around
the studio, still with the dress suit on. He's tellin' one of the best
directors in the country how to properly produce a movie and said
director is takin' it hard. He breaks off when he sees us.

"Hello!" he says. "Well, what d'ye think of me? I'm a knockout, hey?"

"Easily that," I admits, shakin' his hand. "How d'ye like bein' a
actor?"

"Rotten!" he says. "This stuff is the bunk and them actors gimme a
pain. I think they're all nutty. How they get money for this hop is
past me! All I do all day is pretend I'm this and pretend I'm that and
the foreman of this layout keeps yellin', 'Register fear!' and stuff
like that at me. I don't know why this friend of yours is givin' me
money for this, but I bet they's a catch to it somewheres!"

"Isn't he simply delicious?" says the leadin' woman, with a fond glance
at Delancey.

"Delicious, hey?" he snorts. "What d'ye think I am--a pie?"

They is a vampire there and she turns up her nose.

"I think he's impossible!" she says. "He hasn't the slightest
conception of art."

"Lemme alone!" growls Delancey. "I'm as good a actor as you guys is,
if not better. Where d'ye get that art stuff?"

"Heavens!" says the vampire. "You must have worked all your life to
acquire ignorance, for no one was ever _born_ as stupid as you! All
you have is your looks."

[Illustration: "Heavens!" says the vampire. "You must have worked a
your life to acquire ignorance, for no one was ever _born_ as stupid as
you!"]

"Yeh," snarls Delancey. "And all Rockefeller's got is a billion!"

At this point Alex stepped in and prevented bloodshed.

Well, Delancey is as big a success as a movie star as Boston is as a
town, and within a month he's swept the country like a new dance. That
stuff about him bein' a millionaire and willin' to marry the girl which
guesses the answer to the mystery in "What Was Hector's Choice?" caught
on with the ladies like cold cream and his handsome map did the rest.
His picture is plastered all over the country and