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By FREDEF
‘‘What happens next?” we intimated anxiously.
“Search me,” confessed Pearl, lighting a new cigaret. Then the director called Miss White back into the rain for some still pic-j times with the^ i 1 1 a i n o u s M r?
HAVL-: youse got a cigaret?” gently inquired the Pearl of many perils. With which we rattled back upon our shockabsorbers. We had been warned of Miss White’s informality in interviews, but the question took our breath away.
Right here, in all fairness to Pearl, w-e should present our findings. During the whole evening of our interview Miss White borrowed cigarets from studio workers and actors with splendid impartiality, and each request was couched in the Vassar English we have mentioned. But Miss White, we discovered, doesn’t talk thusly because she knows no better. It’s just an example of Pearl’s unconventional sense of humor.
After observing Miss White in her numerous serials, one might suspect that to spend an evening in the studio with the star w^ould be courting a rest in a nice, secluded white w'ard where they take your temperature every hour. In reality our evening with Miss White was quite uneventful, altho it was spent in the densest sort of jungle a studio staff can construct.
“What?” demanded Pearl, in response to our inquify. “Dont you know South American when you see it ? Get the asparagus and the wild rhubarb. It’s no other than a suburb in Brazil.”
W’hatever it was, the rainy season was cJn. Mud was inches deep on the studio floor. Water-pipes drizzled above the scene, and scene-shifters, astride rafters, poured water from sprinkling-pots upon Pearl as she sought safety in a cave. Then along came Warner Oland, who, aided by some scoundrelly natives, piled a huge rock in front of the cave entrance. So there w^as Pearl a prisoner in the dark and damp interior, and — continued next w^eek.
‘I want to act like the re.st,” confesses Miss W'hite. “I’ve ahvajs (lone serials — and there is no acting in a serial. I want to emote. I know that the only three dramatit: features I ever did were as rotten as they make ’em. But, darn it, I want to be an actress in spite of that !’’
(Sixteen)