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From under my Hat
plicated; taxes were something only dogs had to pay; we were between wars; and Harry Truman hadn't started to sell neckties.
One time when Lillian Russell came West we invited her to our house for dinner. Fannie Ward, who lived near by, got wind of it. She phoned to ask if I'd bring Lillian over to her house later, and I said I'd ask her.
Lillian laughed. "Dear Fannie, we haven't spoken for years— I haven't the foggiest notion why. I'd love to see her again."
So over to Fannie's we went. She was proud as a peahen of her house and began to show it off. It looked like a peahen, too. From the top she worked down to her bedroom and boudoir. Her bed was enormous and elaborate. I looked at Lillian and knew something good was coming; there was mischief afoot.
As Lillian passed the bed she made a graceful gesture and sighed, "Ah, Fannie, your workshop." And the feud was on again!
Lillian was a Christian Scientist. She wrote a daily beauty column. It wasn't ghostwritten; she did it herself. One day she said to me, "Maybe you think beauty is a blessing. But sometimes it's been a curse too. Why, I even have to make up to take my bath!"
How I wish you could have seen Russell at clambakes at Siasconset. She'd arrange herself on the sand to eat steamed clams, lobsters, and corn on the cob; and no farm hand ever dug into food with greater gusto.
The actors' pal and hotelman, Frank Case, came to Hollywood from New York with Douglas Fairbanks. It was a spur-of-the-moment impulse. Doug had been East on business and didn't want to travel alone, so he brought Frank along for company.
Frank's career as a host began when he was night clerk at the Algonquin Hotel. When he became manager a young couple named Grayson moved in, and Mr. Grayson took Frank's job as night clerk.
When Frank's wife died giving birth to their second child, a son named Carroll, Mrs. Grayson (Bertha) took over as the child's nurse and combined that with the job of hotel housekeeper.
Bertha was one of the most efficient women I've ever known, and
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