Actorviews (1923)

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214 Actorvieivs “When did they begin to bark up yours?” “The first night I appeared in ‘Oh Boy’ the ‘angel’ sent me so many flowers that three men had to carry them. And with the flowers came a necklace of pearls worth fifty thousand dollars — I didn’t know their value ; I didn’t know anything about pearls,” confessed Miss Marbe — whose taste even now would seem to prefer the ruby when it is red and square-cut and worn, on the right hand, in a dimension only slightly smaller than a postage stamp — “but mother told me. Of course, she sent the pearls back.” “Of course.” “But you can see what a nice little battle it’s been, just to work my own way unaided by the men who look at you with moist eyes and say, ‘What a marvelous skin!’ ‘What a marvelous figure!’ ‘What a marvelous hand!’ You’ve noticed my hands?” she inquired, holding slightly out these exquisitely graduated members. “Harrison Fisher has painted them many times ; he had them insured for ten thousand. Was it my hands that attracted you to me when you first saw me on the stage ?” “No,” I answered with honesty — and I think with courage, too — “it was your legs. Lloyds’ would scorn to underwrite them for a dollar less than twenty thousand.” “They’ve been rated even higher than that,” she said without emotion, and asked me if I ever journeyed to New York. And when I said, “Sometimes,” she said: “Well, next time, come straight to me, at the Astor. I’ve got a marvelous car, and I’ll take you marvelous places and give you a marvelous time. And I don’t ask everybody, I’ll tell you!”