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less horizons under a flamboyant sun. She calls to one's mind the out-of-doors when all the world is June. She gives one a sense, too, of the pioneer women of long-ago who knew neither fear nor failure, the women who have been the Spartan mothers of men. "I want everything of life," said Miss Scott, with the appetite of the very young; "every experience, every sorrow, every joy. I mean, specifically, that I want not only my art, but marriage, children, home-building. Ethel Barrymore . . . she is the type on which I build when I dream. She is rounded, many-sided, not just the bloodless artist. She has builded her art upon her womanhood and the experiences of her womanhood. That is what I want to do, what I will do." She stretched forth her (Continued on page 100)
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Mabel Juliene Scott HALL
wondered what lies behind that clean-cut young face, those wide eyes, that splendid Amazonian young body.
It is no camouflage, that bright apparent youth. There is no dependence on a tumble of curls, a trick of manner, no fear that the years will coarsen or fade a beauty too fragile, an art too hothouse wrought.
Mabel Juliene Scott is a "regular girl." She has a superabundance of that quality termed, for want of a more classic equivalent, "pep." She radiates the sheer joy of living. She is keen with interest in all of life, in all of its aspects, all of its phases. She is red-blooded, unself-conscious, the egotist, but refreshingly so. She is beautiful, but her beauty
is independent of adornment, eman Mabel Juliene Scott
cipate of frills and furbelows. She is the young girl who
says, naively, "I am miserable in made such a splendid
evening clothes — and lots happier il^^ir1?" aj •hev,llt~ °„ 01 r tie halt-breed in Rex in rags. She gives one a sense of • Beach's "The BarWestern plains stretching to limit rier"
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