Stage Door Kiddies

Babes in arms they come carried or toddling into a dark studio of a magical California morning little Shirley Temples in scarlet hair ribbons and golden curls crushed velvet frocks black patent Mary Janes chubby legs in white lace socks sailor suited infants drool and gurgle on satin bowties ticking clocks and puzzled children hold fast onto mothers' hands who believe their little angels are extensions of themselves and their ambitions time and interviews drag on irritated infants squirm and fuss as regrets and disappointments are hastily delivered and absorbed pass back through the doors of lost hopes that too many have entered in this wonderland known as Hollywood..