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A favorite pose. Sparkling with energy, on his toes to please, the perfect host, here is how his friends 'find Mr. Fields when they come to call.
Bill's motor "trailer" which sits in his front yard shouting "Welcome!" Toluca hasn't been out of the local papers for months. It boasts of a lovely golf course on one side and a lot of bad golf players on the other. Bing does not live right on the lake, so that makes him an exception, if the fact that he refused to have his appendix out because he was "breaking under eighty" has not already done so.
Toluca is very small, very silvered, bewillowed and looks like most any neck of the woods but California. Bill rushed me through the house and out on to the front lawn where a giant oak spreads over the flagged patio with a sort of "Bring on your skinny palm trees" expression in its deep green leaves. He rushed me so directly and swiftly that I sort of suspect the blond baby I spoke of earlier might have been lurking in the background, if baby blondes ever do retreat to backgrounds. Such being
the case she had a good long lurk. Bill and I retrospected for two solid hours.
Accustomed as he is to success, Bill still can't believe that he is really living the dream that was always his. To have his own home in California! His dream has come true with de luxe knobs on it. Bill has traveled constantly since he started in summer park vaudeville at five dollars a week. From there around the world twice, juggling his way through all countries. It was due to this "Be a juggler and see the world" complex that he became a silent comedian. In his early days he talked whenever anyone would permit him to do so and often when they would not. With a taste of world-wide success he returned to America, smacking his lips in the anticipation of more travels. He was so afraid that the visiting foreign agents wouldn't book him if he talked that he played dumb for years. (Please turn to page 58)
Above: The perfect host says good-bye to a neighbor who has just said something nasty about that borrowed lawn-mower. Left: While here— all kidding aside — is Elsie's secret passion as he really is, in the charming living-room of his Hollywood home.
The New Movie Magazine, January, 1935
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