“SPOTTED” AT LUNCH.

Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 579, 8 October 1932, Page 24 (Supplement)

“SPOTTED” AT LUNCH.

Every Typist Has THis Dream. This is the Romance of a Typist—who had luck and beauty. Her name is Iris March, her age ts twenty. She is half Irish, half English, and vividly blonde. Only a few months ago she was working at a typewriter in a London advertising office. One dav she was invited out to lunch by a man friend, naturally enough. During the meal a strange girl came across to her table. . “Are you on the stage?’ the girl asked. “ No,” said Iris March. “ Would you like to be?” The stranger was Constance Carpenter, the West End actress, and with her influence Iris March that night was presented to an impresario; twenty minutes later she was a chorus girl. One night she happened to say her lines when A. P. Herbert, the writer, was in the theatre He heard the voice, glanced at the hair, glimpsed the profile—and rang up Basil Dean with the news that here was a girl with “ something.” Down Came Basil Dean to see this typist turned chorus girl. He r too, was conquered, and within forty-eight hours Iris March was confronting a talkie camera for a film test. The test was successful and she was signed up for five years.