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It was then I told her of a beauty treatment I had witnessed in a large room at the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studio. One hundred girls in a huge room typing out words of love. It was a year when love stories on the screen had lines waiting outside the box offices.
The word "love" was a great aid to beauty. Those girls, as they typed stories about boy meets girl and vice versa, must have been picturing themselves playing those scenes. Their faces were such a study of happiness, they didn't need the laying on of hands or lotions.
In my own case I knew this to be true. I had played so many mean parts on the screen, I knew that when you're angry all the lines in your face go down. In anger you look ten years older. But when you're thinking of love, your eyes light up and the corners of your mouth go up in a smile.
On the road from Hollywood to MGM there was a long stretch of meadow, filled with meadow larks every spring. I'd always slow down on this stretch of road because I loved those bird songs. Once I happened to catch my image in the car mirror and noticed my expression— all the lines were up. I looked like a girl again. It gave me an idea; so on long rides, whether I was worried or sad, I exercised those face muscles and smiled even when there was nothing to smile about.
On good days, when I look at myself, I think those exercises are still working overtime for me.
Yes, I learned that there is more to the beauty business than creams and lotions and massages. There's psychology— in great hunks. The tough cases were sent to me.
Once I was called in to consult with a dear little dried-up old woman whose face looked the crisscrossed network of the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks at Altoona.
"My husband was ill for ten years," she explained to me diffidently. "We couldn't afford a nurse. I nursed him night and day before he died. You see, my son is engaged to a beautiful girl; her mother is beautiful too. That mother is five years older than I, but I look thirty years older. Before the wedding I have exactly one month to make my face presentable so my son won't be ashamed
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