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As we were driving along I saw a sign on a vacant lot: "This 400foot lot can be had for $2,000 down."
I said nothing to my companion, but it was so much more impressive than anything he'd shown me that immediately after we returned to his office and said good-by I jumped into my car and went out to read the sign more carefully. I jotted down the name and telephone number of the broker, got him on the phone, and said, "What about this down payment of two thousand dollars?"
"That's it, lady."
"Well, what's the price of the lot?"
"Six thousand, and it's the greatest bargain in town."
Then I consulted my friend Harry Lombard, who said, "Grab it!" Next day I did.
At last I owned a piece of real estate in California; I was proud as Punch. Two years later I sold it for a profit of ten thousand dollars and promptly bought myself a little home on Fairfax Avenue, just off Sunset Boulevard, where Bill and I lived with my faithful maid Dagmar for many years.
Harry Lombard always said, "You'll never go broke taking a profit." I think the man who bought the lot from me went broke, because he paid taxes on that piece of land for twelve years. Now there's a gorgeous apartment house on it; but I couldn't wait for that; I had to have my home.
I got my house and an offer for a Marion Davies picture, Zander the Great, with Holbrook Blinn, at about the same time. Frances Marion wrote the script, and her soon-to-be husband George Hill directed it.
Getting into a Marion Davies picture was like inheriting an annuity taken out by your grandfather without your knowing anything about it. It meant a long engagement, endless excitement, distinguished visitors on the set, and a sure invitation to the fabulous Hearst ranch, San Simeon.
Marion Davies held in her hands the greatest power of any woman on earth, and I'm not forgetting the queens, some of whom lost their heads. She had something royalty didn't have— the power of the press. She never misused it.
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