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Hayakawa Is the Proud Old Japanese ( with the Manners of Modern Ameri
In all his customs and manners and conversation, he is American to his finger tips; but one always feels that in Ha3’akawa there is the soul of some stern old Samurai
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The barometer had been falling all afternoon. The ofhe of the watch was in his oilskins. Everything movable < the deck had been la.shed down. The ship was strugglii and groaning in the grip of a Chinese typhoon.
The lieutenant on the bridge turned to a little midshipmj standing at his side and shouted .something to him in Japanes 'Phe little fellow saluted and struggled along the bridg thru the spray and into the teeth of the wind, out over the n and onto the rigging. With the old training ship rolling HI a sick thing in the sea, first on her i)ort beam ends and th( the starboard, her topmasts whirring with frightful velocil across the long arc as the ship rolled, the little midshipma made his slow and difficult way up the mast.
The little midshipman was Sessue Hayakawa, the Japanes [)icture star, and that is the stuff he was rai.sed on. No wonde that he knows how' to look stern !
I have known a lot of motion picture actors, but 1 have neve known any other one so well worth knowing as Hayakawa.
He is a quaint mixture of actor, philosopher, athlete, pot and navy officer.
To my mind he is one of the be.st actors on the screen, bu 1 think that his heart is somewhere out on a battleship, wher the big guns are frowning out of the forward turrets and th sea is streaming green down thru the scuppers. To para ' phrase Kipling, “Once you’ve heard the sea a-calling, you won never heed ought else.’’
Not long ago they were putting on a picture at Hayakawa’ studio in Los Angeles. The exuberant scenario writer ha( provided a situation which called for a council of Japanesi notables, one of wffiom was to be the Mikado.
The Japanese actor who was cast for the part promptly quf the job and walked out of the studio. Likewise the next Hayakawa, being appealed to, told the manager it was useless to try to induce any Japane.se gentleman to commilj .such indignity against his emperor. |
“Then,” .said the manager, inspired by a happy thought “we will get a white man to play the Mikado in make-up.
“If you do,” said Hayakawa, quietly, “every Japanese ii the studio will quit, and,” he added, “I will quit, too.”
On another occasion a writer sent in a scenario wit which Hayakawa was charmed. He liked it so well that he sent for the author to help produce it. Hi started down to the train in his own automobil to meet him.
On the way down, his manager chanced t mention the writer’s connection with
very dubious loyalty to the of the Allies. Without a word, Hayakawa whirled his ca"i
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