Actorviews (1923)

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A Rube Aphrodite 45 "They think it’s terrible for Mildred to be an actress,” cooed little Georgiana, who is all city child. "Thought ’t was wuss to be an artists’ model,” Mildred enlarged. “I was making some dolls’ clothes for a kid. She came down t’ the gate one day ’n’ just stood there, with her finger in her mouth; wouldn’t come into the yard. When I asked her what’s the matter, she says : “ ‘My maw says I mustn’t come any more ’cause you’re one of them artists’ models.’ ” "What do you call folks who talk and think like that, Mildred?” I asked Mildred. “Rubes,” said Mildred. “There’s nothin’ but rubes in West Winfield. That’s why I’m homesick for ’t. I’m a rube myself. But I know it — and they don’t. You couldn’t make Hennery Pickerskill believe he’s a rube.” “Who’s Henry ?” asked Georgiana. “I never heard of that one.” "Hennery,” said Mildred, gently correcting the pronunciation of her companion, “is my swain. He’s got a brown derby ’n’ thinks he’s a sport. He’s got a cigar, too, by Susan! — which he never lights. But y’oughta see him tuck it in his smile every time he passes our house. . . . And then there’s Hennery’s uncle, Joshua Pickerskill. Oh, he’d kill you dead!” Mildred laughed. “Old Josh Pickerskill would.” So I risked my life and heard about Hennery’s uncle. “Old Josh Pickerskill married a young wife,” Mildred said, and shook her head bodefully. “And folks jest set ’round ’n’ waited. Didn’t have t’wait ver’ long, nuther. “Old Josh comes into the store, nervous-like, one