Inquiring Reporter Finds Rough Weather in Miss Ford's Dressing Room--Hauls in Canvas and Scuds Before the Gale

Destined to retire in mortification and confusion the CRIMSON reporter blundered into the dressing room of Helen Ford, leading lady of the musical hit. "Peggy Ann". He was lost in the crowd of four of Miss Ford's very intimate friends.

Having bought the last seat in the house that evening so the guarian of Ticket Windowe said the reporter enjoyed himself until the intermission, when he decided it was time to send in his card to the bright star of the protestless of "stage door Johnnies" was the medium and promised to have an answer after the show. He did have one Fair "Helen of Troy, New York" had written daintily, "Yes!!! H. F."

So into the dressing room he went with the four intimate friends. They and he were greeted warmly as friend. Nothing was said about reporting. In order not to create an "interviewing" atmosphere the scribe took anything but a business-like attitude.

"What do you think of the new Ford," he queried, borrowing one of Miss Ford's lines in the play.

"It's a great little car," was the ready response. "You know I was supposed to buy the first in Massachusetts. In fact, I get in one and had pictures snapped of me, but the deal never went through somehow, for I never got the car.

"What would you have done with it he reporter asked.

"Sold it." Miss Ford replied and joined in the laugh that followed. "But you see, I have a car and wouldn't want another car," she hastened to explain.

Miss Ford sat before her mirror in that attractive constume of the last act, as the reporter suggested that Henry liked his latest production. "He would," she naively remarked, and then realized that possibly this questioner was a reporter who might publish the remark. Suspicion once aroused, the dressing room underwent a change of atmosphere.

Somehow Miss Ford's next remark, "Well, if I haven't met you before, I hope I never see you again," seemed to disturb the reporter slightly, but he rallied behind his indifference.

"What do you think of Harvard men?" Is askeed.

"Oh, I think they get younger and younger each year, as I grow older," she remarked.

Whereupon someone swooned and wadragged out into the street. Miss Ford supplied the music by singing a snatch of "Cry Baby" from "Helen of Troy, New York.