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B. H, Rogers'
As Told By Buddy Rogers To DOROTHY DON NELL
IT was the biggest thing that ever happened to me, coming back to Olathe after my first picture. Yes, sir. All those important men that I used to look up to when I was a kid, I. H. Hershey. head of the School Hoard; and Mr. Shaukaltzer, the President of the Chamber of Commerce; and E. M. Hill, the principal of the high school, and the rest coming six or seven miles out of town to meet my car, and the banners hung around Courthouse Square and down Park Street saying, "WELCOME HOME, MDDDY." Well, sir, it almost had me crying.
1 was born in Olathe in the same house my folks live in now,
the big wooden house at 224 South Cherry Street; and my mother
and father were born in Olathe, too. My grandparents on both
sides spent most of their lives there. We've got quite a few rela
, tives buried in the cemetery ol
the Eirst Methodist Church. When a family gets born in a town and buried in it, after a while it feels quite at home That's the way with my family. I've been trying to persuade them to move to Hollywood, but Dad says, "No. 1 don't know as I could make a living anywhere else."
My uncle was postmaster in
Olathe for years, and one of my
grandfathers ran the hotel till
he sold out a few months ago.
I can remember what a treat I always thought it was to go to
Sunday dinner at the hotel, and go down afternoons to watch the
drummers come in on the Interurban from Kansas City. Dad
has run the "Olathe Minor" for twenty years, he's printed the
births and marriages
and deaths of half the
people in town in his
paper and he knows
* everybody. Pretty
nearly every day
some visitor turns up
at the studio with a
note from Dad to me
asking ine to show him
over the lot. "1 know I
oughtn't to bother you,"
he will write, "but this is
absolutely the last time.
Do be nice to him. Buddy.
He's a friend of mine."
They're all friends of Dad's. Everybody who knows bim is that
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Where the budding Buddy went to grammar school
Before he contributed his talents to the
screen. Buddy used to contribute his roin>:
to Sunday school in this chvin h
Too Dizzy to Eat
QT^ATHE hasn't ciianged so much since I can remember. We've got a swell new country club and golf links out re there was a cow-pasture when I was a kid, and. of course, there are a few new houses. One of them is built on what used to be a vacant lot next to our place. A traveling street fair came to town once and asked i^ad if they could put their tents ln,„, on fhat lot. It was nearly my birthday so Dad told
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