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Miss White pufifed at her cigaret. The striking profile beneath the astonishingly, almost improbably, blonde hair, held us fascinated. “I’m writing a book on my life,” she continued. “It’s going to tell the truth— the whole truth — the first time a screen star ever did.”
Miss White studied her cigaret. No affectation here, indeed, but an interesting example of the God of Celluloid in his most playful mood. How he must grin to reach down and distribute fame as he pleases.
We asked Miss White about her ambitions.
“Of course, I want to act like the rest,” she responded. “I’ve always done serials — and there is no acting in a serial. You simply race thru the reels. Your dear old mother dies in a photoplay, and she takes 120 feet to do it. In a serial she gets 20 feet and has to step lively at that.
“I want to emote. Who doesn’t? I know that the only three dramatic features I ever did were as rotten as they make ’em. They were the three most terrible plays ever done. Lord, but I was awful ! One of them was {Continued on page 72)
“Look at all tbe marriage flivvers,’’ says Miss White. “No wedding bells for Pearl. You cant do it in the movies. I know how tired I am when I get home after periling all day. I’d pick a fight with St. Peter. No. it cant be did !’’
Dland, who promptly seized the star by the throat. I “Look terrified, Miss White,” admonished the tirector, and Pearl forthwith was properly terriled, altho she held her cigaret behind her, out of ange of the camera. “Hurry up and shoot,” almly said Pearl, thru her look of frozen horror, t was astonishing, the easy way Miss White ropped into a dramatic pose without the slightest ffort to question or feel the situation.
Then she returned and we sat in the mud. No one ever accused me of coming from a fine Id Southern ancestral home, and I never gave up ociety when the films won me,” confessed Miss Vhite. “I came up from almost nothing, and I’ve truggled every inch of the way.”
(Seventeen)