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HER REAL VOCATION.

The worried theatrical magnate sat back in his chair. At last the long, tiring day was oven He had given auditions to at least 20 young ladies who wished to adorn his chorus, and - none of them had been a potential star. He relaxed all his muscles, and took a deep breath. Then came a timid knock on the door, and in response to his “Come in,” a rather faded young woman entered. “Excuse me, sir,” She said, “but —” “All right,” he said resignedly. “Sing something.” . •i • “But—” ’ ' ’ : “Sing something!” In 3. cracked, voice she began , the only 'ballad she knew. Hurriedly he stopped her. ' ? ’ “No good!” he said sharply. “No voice at all. Can you dance?” “No, I can’t!” she. snapped. .“But if you’ll stop being funny I’ll start scrubbing, the floor. That’s what I came in for.”

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Taranaki Daily News, 20 December 1930, Page 21 (Supplement)

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HER REAL VOCATION. Taranaki Daily News, 20 December 1930, Page 21 (Supplement)

HER REAL VOCATION. Taranaki Daily News, 20 December 1930, Page 21 (Supplement)