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I Don't Like
-'To Interview
The Ones I Like, The Shrinking Violets, The Pretty Posers
LOUISE WALKER
Illustrations By Eldon Kelley
I DON'T like to interview people I like! The trouble is that, if I really like them and if we have fun together, it is so difficult for us to stay upon whatever subject we have chosen with which to edify a breathless public. I can spend hours with people like Leatrice Joy or Freddie March or Florence Eldridge or Glenn Tryon or Doris Kenyon — and get nowhere. But I have a lovely time!
Try to imagine how you would feel, yourself, if you had to go to see someone whom you liked, and you were supposed to have a discussion with him about — oh, love, or something. And then, suppose that you were going to write down what he said (and some things you said, yourself) and that the thing was going to be printed where some hundreds of thousands of utter strangers could read it if they wished.
Suppose, moreover, that you were required to write down your impressions and opinions of one of your best friends — an estimate of him — and that he was going to read it. How would you like that? How would he.' Try it some time and see what happens to a beautiful friendship!
Of course, it is absolutely impossible to please anybody with an interview. Obviously. You may say. " He is a big, strong, handsome, intelligent man. A genius. A magnificent actor.
When They Feel Insulted
THAT'S about all. If you qualify that statement in any way, he is going to be frightfully annoyed with you. If you should be so bold as to add, "There are some rAles which would not suit him." he will undoubtedly hate you to your (and his) dying day.
If you should be an even worse meanie and sav, "He is big and handsome — but I doubt