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trade Woman
By Laura Kent Mason
"All right," I said, "I'll tell her. I'll do an interview with her. I'll — I'll look at her in the daylight ! Underneath this cloak of youth there must be old age. You cant completely hide sixty years. Something's wrong. Life isn't like that."
Then I made an appointment for an interview.
Miss Ward had just finished her act, ''The Miracle Woman," which she is doing this year in vaudeville. Of course, from the front she looked eighteen. 1 expected that. In her dressing-room, after weeks of vaudeville playing, I thought that she'd look older. She didn't. Still, with make-up on, in a dressingroom . . .' I was not satisfied she asked me to have luncheon with her
In the lobby of the Ritz I stood waiting famous movie editor, a well-known actress, other people I knew, came up to speak to me. Usually my luncheon companion would not have impressed them. The best I would ordinarily get would be an "Oh, is that so !" or "How did you graft that meal ?" This time there was real excitement. Before I realized it I promised half a dozen girls to ring them up after the luncheon and tell the m "F annie
Ward's secret."
I was delighted when
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If sophisticated folk like that can get a thrill out of what Fannie Ward has done, well, it just shows that there are mysteries left in life after all.
Now I saw Fannie Ward under the soft lights of the Ritz diningroom, had a gay little luncheon. Yes, Fannie Ward still looked like a young girl. What would she look like in the open air. After luncheon she said to me : "Wont you come up and see my new home. I am opening a beauty parlor there, soon, and I'm rather eager about it."
Outside there was the blue light of a rainy January after
Here's the Miracle Woman as the news
camera caught her upon her return from
Europe last autumn
When she was thirty, a manager denied her a part because he said she looked too old. That manager woke her up. She determined not be old until she had to . . . and that time apparently hasn't come yet, even tho she is now a grandmother
In 1890, Fannie played Cupid in the production of "Pippino," which held forth at the Broadway Theater, New York City
noon. I looked at myself in my own vanity — and could easily have passed for seventy-two. I looked at Miss Ward. I looked quite close. 1 told her that 1 was looking. I'll believe in anything after this. Fannie Ward, in a drizzling rain, with far less make-up on than most girls of eighteen find necessary, looked, well, not even twenty. She wore a short moleskin coat, a hat of a trying shade of brilliant red, slim French heels — and standing there waiting for a taxi, she might have been anyone's granddaughter. Yes, life is like that!
Fannie Ward's secret? I asked her. I knew that you (Continued on page 93)
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