The life story of an ugly duckling (1924)

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Record Details:

Title:
The life story of an ugly duckling
Date:
1924
Publisher:
New York : Robert M. McBride & Company
Volume:
The life story of an ugly duckling
Leaf #:
000216
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
May 02, 2024
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158 The Ugly Duckling coat of Adirondack sable or ground hog — something of the kind — with the other elegant wraps. Harry Lehr, who now eats nothing but caviar and cream on toast, came up to me. "Say, Marie," he whispered, "that's an awful mangy coat you brought. When you leave this house, if you don't get out with a sable, I'll never speak to you again!" Well, I didn't get the coat, but I did get some laughs, for I saw a marvelous bannister that appealed to me tremendously. "If I don't slide down that," I said, "I shall die. It's just like St. Moritz," and at that I slid down it — and Mrs. Orme Wilson is still speaking to me ! I have never understood the fearful awe suffered by many for those who chance to be better off. When one knows them they are much more human than elevator men or street cleaners — much! This is well illustrated by my first meeting with John Rockefeller, Jr. A mutual friend came up saying, "I should like to have you meet Mr. Rockefeller." "Oh," I said, "don't bother him with me." "But he wants to meet you," was the reply.