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From under my Hat
As a matter of fact, it might have been. Production was halted for several momentous days while it was debated whether a scandal might ruin the picture and Conrad Nagel should be given Jack's role.
In moments of peril the shrewd minds of motion-picture brass grow brasher. They crossed their fingers and took a chance, leaving Jack in his role. That established a precedent, and even today when actors step out of line and you're sure they'll be dismissed the publicity departments grind out gaudier stories and the stars remain as they are— or grow worse.
On one of Laurette's first trips West, she, Hartley, and I went to a party given by Norma Talmadge and Joe Schenck at their home on West Adams Street. Hartley wanted to leave before Laurette was ready. She was talking to Charlie Chaplin, who said, "I'll drive you home."
I went along, and the three of us sat in the back seat of Chaplin's Rolls-Royce. He and Laurette started talking about sex attraction: what a powerful thing it was, how hard to foresee or stem. Laurette remarked that a young waiter who carried in her breakfast tray was, though of course he didn't suspect it, attractive to her.
Chaplin chimed in, "Not long ago I walked down Hollywood Boulevard one evening. My car was following me as usual. A few steps ahead of me I saw a forlorn little girl, frail, poorly dressed. She looked so tired, I walked on ahead of her, looked back. Something in her face appealed to me. I turned round, walked back, and said, 'You're hungry, aren't you?'
" T haven't eaten for two days,' she said simply, like a child. I said, 'Would you allow me to buy your dinner?' She was so grateful she nearly fainted in my arms.
"I signaled my chauffeur, handed her into the car, drove her to my home, and fed her." Chaplin gave a bored sigh and a shrug. "She stayed with me for three days.
"She was delightful," Chaplin continued, speaking softly, rolling a remembered sweet on his tongue like the taste of good wine. "I experienced a new kind of thrill. I'd never met anyone quite like her. So giving, so grateful.
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