She took it mechanically and turned it over. Then looked at the name on the face of the check. It was payable to Janet Hardy.
“Thanks so much, Mr. Fenstow. It’s very satisfactory.”
“Too bad you won’t stay on. I’d give you the lead,” he urged.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve made up my mind. Perhaps when college days are over, I’ll come back and apply for a job.”
“You’ll get one if I’m still on the lot grinding out westerns,” he promised.
Janet left the little office and walked across the sprawling motion picture plant. It was probably her last visit for the hours left before their departure would be filled with thoughts of packing. It was a dull time at the studio, with only one or two pictures in production, but with the coming weeks every sound stage would be humming with activity as new celluloid dramas were rushed to completion for the entertainment of millions of movie fans. Janet knew that she would not be a part of it, but there was a tremendous satisfaction in recalling the experiences of the past weeks and looking forward to the new ones that were bound to come at Radio City.
HOMEWARD BOUND
Hours filled with packing and last minute details took their time up almost until the actual hour of the departure of their plane. They finished finally at midnight and they were to take the four o’clock eastbound plane for the midwest. New schedules had been inaugurated since they had come west and they would be home in time for dinner that night.