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When Mary Thurman found that all she got in comedy was wet, she abdicated her royal bathing -suit, and joined the serious peasantry.
By Robert M. Yost, Jr.
ON a certain beautiful California morning, Man Thurman. iiuicn of comedy, rolled herself out from her regal blankets, took a long look at the early sky and decided that it was a great day to abdicate her throne.
Thereupon she dressed hurriedly — while the mood was yet with her — and mounting her favorite limousine, dashed down to the Sennctt studio and threw that othenvise quiet and peaceful custard swamp into a furore of excitement by "quitting her job cold."
Then she returned home, sold her throne to a second hand dealer ami threw her scepter out of the window. At the early age of twenty-two, or thereabouts, she had retired as the undefeated comedy champion.
.\nd she called it a good day '« work.
Since there is no precedent in the histor> of the world or the historyof the stage upon which to base this amazing act of Queen Man.-, we must credit the young woman with a mind of her own and a reasoning pDwer and power of will, decidedly unlike anything feminine that has heretofore developed.
Psychologists would undoubtedly find something ver>' interesting and entertaining in the mental processes by which Miss Thurman divorced herself over night from one of the best positions in the motion picture world, from a position in the field of screen comedy that admitted of no competition, to don the sack cloth and ashes of the novice and enter the field of screen drama.
Mar\-"s friends think Man. a species of nut.
But as usual in all things feminine there is the reason that defies reason, and Mary had spent many a day in contemplation before taking the big step.
There are sixteen separate and dii^tinct reasons why Miss Thurman, the most prominent feminine figure in comedy, and let me say the loveliest as well, jum'ped from comedy into drama.
The first— ''She wanted to."
The other fifteen really do not matter.
"Tell them it was not because I was getting fat," said the lovely Mary as she drooped amidst the gold doth and ermine of what had formerly been the throne room of her palace
The former royal cat' and the ex-royal hound, still faithful to their mistress, crouched at her feet and she toyed with them.
It seems that the royal cat was a vassal in the Queen's retinue in the old days when the Queen taught school in Utah. He still wears his Utah name, which is "Pete," probably named after one of the latter-day saints.
The royal dog is of importance because his name is "Lady." and he is a recent acquisition. Queen Mar\ had prepared a beautiful basket of silks of many colors to match the stained eucal\-ptus leaves in her room, and had placed therein the tiny form of "Lady," a white, woolly sort of hound.
Just at the moment that Mar>' delivered herself of the statement that she had not abdicated because of being fat, Pete decided to become jealous of Lady's silk couch.
Pete is a very big cat and Lady a very small dog. The cat reached out quietly and bit the dog thoroughly on the left ear.
For a while it looked as if the interview might be over, as the ex-queen and the ex-royal dog and cat mingled all over the Chinese blue rug to decide who was the boss.
After Mary had pulled her dog out of the cat's mouth, we began all over aeain.