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MISS ALADDIN OF THE ARC LAMPS
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came into Motion Pictures, I determined to be as well dressed as when I was on the stage, and I have made 'dressing for the movies' one of my deepest studies, for it is so different from dressing for the stage. I bought five evening gowns, three afternoon frocks, and ordered several suits on my last shopping raid on New York, a couple of days ago. And I shop every two or three weeks, so that I
"And now, one last word, Miss Clayton," I said. ''Do you miss the applause and the footlights of the stage?"
''I did, for a while. It seemed terribly unsatisfactory to play to 'the little black box,' in place of the big, darkened theater, with its crowded audience. But, after a little, I began to realize that the 'little black box' was merely a symbol that stood for the
ETHEL CLAYTON, IN HER DRESSTNG-ROOM, SURROUNDED WITH BIRTHDAY
FLOWERS
may keep my wardrobe right up to date."
About this time, the lean, spectacled young man who had gone to look for Miss Clayton, on my arrival at the studio, happened up. He stared at me, then at Miss Clayton. Behind her back, I begged silence, and, with a grin, he heeded my plea.
'"Miss Clayton, Mr. Blackwell has ordered them to drag the lake for you, for he's been waiting an hour for you, and he is perfectly sure that you are either kidnapped or drowned," said the spectacled young man, severely.
So we rose, and walked together toward Carlyle Blackwell.
millions that would eventually see my work. And then I saw that my work would have to be mighty good to please those millions, 'and that I would always have to look my very best."
As she came to this part of our conversation, we reached Mr. Blackwell and his empty '"set."
And as I went away, I heard Mr. Blackwell begin directing his scene, with no word of censure for the Lady Dainty who had so completely upset his afternoon's work.
But I wasn't surprised, for I cant imagine any man being mean enough to scold any one as beautiful and attractive as Lady Dainty !