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Manuel, Paris
Sessue Hayakawa has just returned to the New York speaking stage after four years abroad. He may return to the screen
IT has been said that, when a tree falls in the absolute solitude of a forest, it makes no sound. And a supposition such as this undoubtedly planted the devastating thought in the human brain that nothing we do is important unless it is seen or heard by someone else.
When we are very small and rock over backwards in a rocking-chair, we cast a canny eye about to see whether or not mother is about before we begin the first blood-curdling yell. If she is not in sight, and not in hearing distance, we get up and try it all over again. As we grow older, we may begin to paint what we honestly believe to be a masterpiece. And when a careless circle of friends shouts "raspberries," we pretend we were only fooling all along and take up stenography.
Eternal Longing
If the friends do happen to find the painting good, our desire for praise becomes insatiable. We want the critics, the world, to give us their attention, too. The streets of New York, St. Louis and points west may be filled with pretty girls, and we may know it, but the big thrill doesn't come to us until some dusty English lecturer .who has never
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looked into anything except thru a telescope, tells us that American women are the prettiest women in the world.
Fortune-tellers are swamped by intelligent men and women waiting to hear, "You're very sensitive, aren't you, dearie? And you brood too much."
The docks are crowded with reporters waiting
to ask visiting celebrities who have never set
eyes on us before what they think of us. Every
now and then a prodigal son returns to the old
home town after a few years' stay in Paris or
London. And then how we rush to ask, because
we feel pretty sure that he, knowing the native
pulse, will find it in his heart to approve of us.
Just recently Sessue Hayakawa landed in the
United States after three or four years abroad.
He has been touring England in a play by the
late William Archer, the author of "The Green
Goddess," with considerable success. He has
been making moving pictures in France with a French
company. "La Bataille" is the most successful one. I
have proof of his popularity there, for one night when I
visited that ridiculously expensive and aloof resort,
Chariot's Rendezvous, to watch Beatrice Lille, Gertrude
Lawrence, and Jack Buchanan disport before the merry
villagers, I noticed that the attentions of
the entire company were turned toward
the enigmatic Mr. Hayakawa. He even
had songs sung in his direction. That's
fame.
Hayakawa decried the modern tendency to standardize everything. Clothes, houses, even whole towns are exactly alike these days
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