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with Constance
McGAFFEY
If the back seats weren't desirable, they would gradually sneeze themselves forward from row to row until they arrived at the desired location. Very simple.
Of course, the closing of the theaters stopped these sneezing debauches. Dorothy departed for the sanitarium and could only be seen twice a week, so there was really nothing else for Constance to do but try and catch the flu, and, lo and behold! one night the wily Spaniard snuck into the house, and Constance had to admit to her mother that she was far from being a well young lady.
Now Mother Talmadge had not raised Norma and Constance to be the wonderful persons they are, and was not bringing up little sister Natalie, who will probably be equally as clever as her sisters as soon as mother deems her old enough to start out, without learning a lot of what is written in the pharmacopoeia, and the invalid was promptly dosed with certain nostrums that made both Constance and the flu yell for help. The doctor walked right in and walked right out again, muttering something about Mother Talmadge trying to take the bread from his mouth.
Barred from direct contact with the outside world and even denied the pleasure of going down and seeing Lillian Gish and Bobbie Harron make their hit in Griffith's "The Greatest Thing in Life," is pretty hard luck, but there was still the telephone, and, believe me, the operator at the other end of the Talmadge wire knew that she had done a day's work when the whistle blew. Constance organized film companies, hired actresses and directors at fabulous salaries and got old, dignified Charlie Fuhr into such a mess of trouble that he will never get himself square with his friends, and raised hob in general.
But you cant get mad at Constance. You may be going around trying to bite somebody one minute, and the next you are trying to echo her good, wholesome laugh. There is none of the prissy, diffident, languid, spoilt child in her hearty handshake, and in ten minutes you are as much at home as i
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