Actorviews (1923)

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
000202
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema and Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
November 02, 2023
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184 Actorviews house any more if he was going to give me ten dollars every time.” “Do all your sweethearts give you gold?” “Mr. Mitchell never did. One time he gave me some beautiful peach blossoms with lovely delicate petals. They were the sweetest gift any man ever gave me.” “Then a fellow doesn’t have to be rich to make you happy ?” “Dear, no! Chauncey Olcott never gave me anything while I was playing with him — not until afterwards— and I loved him best of all. It isn’t gifts that make love.” “What is it that makes love?” “I think I could answer that better if — would you? — if you let me sit on your knee.” Nothing could have made me say no. She sat on my knee and whispered in my ear : “Now I’ll tell you what makes love. It’s a hug like this.” Her arms were round my neck. “And a kiss.” Her lips impulsively crushed mine. And don’t think I resisted! I hugged back and kissed back — and then ran to write it down. Which can be done because my favorite leading lady, Marie Vernon, was eight on her last birthday.