Actorviews (1923)

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That Adorable Laurette Taylor EMEMBERING Mr. J. Hartley Manners’ disesteem for the cinema, I went up to the Congress Hotel and asked Mr. and Mrs. Manners to come with me to the picture show. The author of “Peg o’ My Heart” was polite but firm. His “thank you” was lost in the heartiness of his “no.” But the partner of his plays and sorrows declared that she dearly loves a picture — when it’s good ; dotes on them — when they’re good. So only Mrs. Manners (which of course is equally to mean Miss Laurette Taylor) came along to the movies. Michael started with us, but she didn’t last. This veteran male impersonator of the terrier in “Peg” is growing old and sedentary. She parked her tail heavily in the dead center of Jackson boulevard where it cuts into Michigan avenue, congesting traffic and crimsoning the face of a furious cop. “Briggs ought to draw a picture of this for ‘When a Fellow Needs a Friend,’ ” Miss Taylor observed as we turned and towed Michael home. Now we were quite free. The sun shone on the avenue, and I think it shone on as attractive a girl as ever privately filled the role of wife and mother. Black was her wear all the visible way, from her sewed silken hat to her rounded suede slippers; a curiously lusterless black, lit here and there by tiny flashes of white — as, say, the little white beads unornately sewed