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Pictures and Pichureover
JANUARY 1925
What Do Men Want, What's Worth While, and Too Wise Wives — I seem to have specialised in wives," she added.
"Which other ones?" I asked.
." Rich Men's," she answered.
" That was long ago though. I've also made Brothers Under the Skin, The Strangers' Banquet, The Eternal Three and a good old melodrama, Nellie The Beautiful Cloak Model. And lately I've been working with Bert Lytell in Bom Rich."
Che paused, and said contemplatively, ^ " Somehow, in the movies, I always am born rich. I wish I wasn't. For myself, I prefer to play poor girl parts — but they won't let me. They say I have the gift of wearing clothes, so I wear one beautiful gown after another until
Below : A beautiful camera study of Claire.
On location with Edwin Car ewe for '' The Sultan's Slave."
understood the inscription, and after a great deal of delay had managed to re-address it in English and mail it on to Los Angeles.
I glanced at it. It was — er — Arabic to -me.
" So it is to everybody else." said Claire, noticing my puzzled expression, " but I've had it translated, and I can tell you exactly what it means. The gentleman who writes it in that beautiful Arabian hand is a sheik named Ali Ibrahim. He says that he has seen me in a picture palace in Mecca, and had decided that I am wonderful, a fact that he thinks I ought to know."
" Wait," said Claire, " he can do much better than that.
He asks me for my picture and sends me his. He tells me he is a Nomad and ends up, ' when I am travelling I have nothing to do but think, and that is always of a delicate flower — You !' Lucky," said Claire, pensively, " that he doesn't know my real name is Ola Kronk!"
I blushed a little. I couldn't help it. I remembered my own first impressions of her. That slender gold and white lily in the theatre in New York, and the faint perfume and the clinging drapery, and the essential flower-like sweetness of her.
" Methinks," I murmured to myself as I got up to go, " that the Sheik Ali Ibrahim and I, in spite of all the leagues that lie between us are Brothers Under The Skin!"
Silas Hounder.
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With Hobart Bosworth in " The Eternal Three."
I am almost satiated with luxury."
She paused and turned to the desk behind her. She drew out of a pigeonhole a great bundle of letters carefully docketed and tied up with ribbon.
" I've not dealt with these yet," she said, slipping out the top one and looking at it, " but most of my fan mail usually comes from women."
Claire drew out a very curious looking letter from a pile on the desk behind us. She handed it across to me with a light laugh. " This," she said, " is a very different sort of fan mail."
The letter was in Arabic, and had been posted in Damascus in Feb., 1923, with the original address written in Arabic also. Evidently some brainy French postal authorities in Syria had