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about his threat to horsewhip the man who had married his daughter. He was free to lap up Hollywood, which he did. At one time I thought he wanted to be an actor. He had certain qualifications, including no money and a total lack of responsibility.
Many years after Tyrone Power had passed to his reward I grew to know and love his son, who has become more famous than his father. I told him the incident of my birthday, and he then and there wrote me out a check for the full amount. In all honesty, I must add that it came in mighty handy at that particular time.
I did all the tourist things with Mother and Dad— took them to Catalina Island, hired a fishing boat— and Mother caught a thirty-fivepound albacore. Dad, his ego blasted, kept saying, "Mother, are you sure this is the one you caught?" I didn't let him get away with it. I never let him get away with anything. Sometimes, in the still of the night, I'd wonder if I wasn't too hard on him. Now that I'm older, I'm certain I was.
During those pre-World War I days William S. Hart fell madly in love with Norma Talmadge, and she allowed herself to become halfway engaged to him. However, she insisted on taking a trip to New York before anyone learned of their romance. In New York, Norma met Joe Schenck and they were married. The night we got the news, Bill Hart and I were dining with the Fairbankses. Bill was offered a drink and accepted. We were surprised, because we'd never seen him touch the stuff before, so we asked the reason.
Then he told us how much in love he was with Norma. He admitted candidly that she had never told him she loved him, but she wanted a trip to New York, because New York had always been lucky for her. It was— because there she met Joe Schenck, who could do so many things for her and her family. The marriage naturally was a shock to Hart. It would have been to anyone.
That same night after dinner we read one of Ring Lardner's Saturday Evening Post stories aloud— his impressions of grand opera from a gallery seat. We laughed until morning. Many times since I've wondered how the stars of today would react to such an evening. Things were simpler all around then. Intrigues were less com
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