A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS The day had not started auspiciously for the Stanton sisters.

Soon after they arrived at the Continental Film Company's plant Maud had wrenched her ankle by stumbling over some loose planks which had been carelessly left on the open-air stage, and she was now lying upon a sofa in the manager's room with her limb bandaged and soaked with liniment.
Flo was having troubles, too.

A girl who had been selected by the producer to fall from an aeroplane in mid-air had sent word she was ill and could not work to-day, and the producer had ordered Flo to prepare for the part.

Indignantly she sought the manager, to file a protest, and while she waited in the anteroom for an audience, Mr.A.Jones of Sangoa came in and greeted her with a bow and a smile.
"Good gracious! Where did _you_ come from ?" she inquired.
"My hotel.

I've just driven over to see Goldstein," he replied.
"You'll have to wait, I'm afraid," she warned him.