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ARM I DA
red book; Lydia is eight, the youngest, and you will pronounce it "Leedia." Gus Edwards, picker of infant wonders, says she will be an Yvonne, or maybe it was Jeanne, Guilbert. A born comedienne, that's what she is.
Dolores, another sister, two years older than Armida, sat in the other chair, poised, very dignified, giggling slightly as the occasion demanded. Dolores, now Lolita, once Lola, is also in pictures. She is to play with Senor ]os6 Bohr of the Argentine, in that caballero's talking picture for Sono-Art.
Enrique is in school, we hope, and so is it with Joaquin. "Rrrun," rolling her Spanish r's, said Dolores, as a lad appeared at the bungalow's front door, "rrrun to the back. We 'ave visitorrs 'ere, you see." Hush! Armida is being interviewed.
Maria and Angelina are safely married. Mama Maria and Papa Joaquin are in the cocina, at the back of the house, rattling plates and things. Oh, frijoles and tortillas! The parents, alas! senorita, do not speak the English. It ees too bad.
Now don't say you can't recognize this cute young lady for it is none other than Armida at the age of 4 months (count 'em). Incidentally, it was taken in Sonora, Mexico and has never before been published.
By DOROTHY
SPENSLEY
A crinoline! What a well fitting costume for the unspoiled beauty which is Armida's. If you saw General Crack you will recognize here the gypsy, after she was taken to court as Mrs. General Crack.
SHE HAS had more discoverers than America. America had Lief the Lucky, Americo Vespucci, Columbus. Armida had. Ted LeBerthon, Fanchon Royer, Daphne Marquette, Gus Edwards; even Sid Grauman, he of the prologues and recalcitrant hair.
Armida wriggled slightly on the piano bench — this was an interview — and said, "Oh, I 'ave told so-o-o many time where I was born."
Pulling a Bernhardt on us at nineteen, this one. At nineteen and a Gus Edwards' protegee, size Number One slipper, face like a fragrant flower, four feet eleven inches tall.
She sat erect now, as radiant as a piece of pottery from her own Aguascalientes, backed by the crimson of a Spanish shawl that completely obliterated the upright piano and cascaded to the floor of the small living room.
IT YDI A, her sister, sat on the sofa, both of her feet iL> were resting sedately on the floor, reading a large
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