Actorviews (1923)

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58 A ctorviews pay her first call on me, I tied up my head and got a duster and a mop and a bottle of furniture polish and cleaned house. ‘Well,’ said Jimmie to his mother, proudly, ‘what do you think of her?’ “ ‘She’s all right if you like her,’ said Mrs. Whittaker, taking me in at her leisure. ‘You make up well,’ she said — on this one day when I’d taken off layer after layer! “ ‘So I’ve been told,’ I answered weakly. And when that w’as over I went downtown and told the friends who met me that I was just spending a little vacation in Chicago and living with friends — but before that vacation was over most of them believed my plural was an exaggeration. “I don’t think,” said Ina, swinging her Malacca, “a taxicab ever came into that little street till Jimmie and I moved in. The neighbors always were peeping at their windows. I’d try to get out in a rush, but Jimmie, darn him ! unfailingly would forget something he had to go back after, or stop on the front steps to hitch his garter. He was an adorable bridegroom, but a bum conspirator; his socks were forever slipping.” “But he lied like a gentleman and a journalist,” I defended, “and the world never knew you were married to him till he got ready to tell.” “Yes,” Ina assented, “he lied well and often, and so did I. Anything, I told him, at that time but the admission of our wedded state. ‘It’s better for my job,’ I said to Jimmie, ‘for me to be thought weak and wicked than moral and married.’ And apart from our romance, which heaven knows was wonderful despite the comic trimmings, there was an experiment to be made. I wanted to find out whether it is an actress’ marriage itself or the public’s consciousness of that