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/ returned, and saw under the sun, that the
race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the
strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet
riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor
to men of skill, but time and chance hafifieneth
to them all.
— Ecclesiastes, IX -11.
struggle that had spent her final ounce of force. But what that struggle was, the writer lacked the wit or intuition to penetrate.
"Is your husband — er Mr. Neilan, directing you ?"
"No, not in this story. He is going to direct me in my next picture, tho . . . 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles.' ..."
"That will be a big story?"
"A human story."
Always a dry insouciance, always replies followed by sagging silences.
"Have you selected a list of stories for future production ?"
'It's all a Chinese puzzle" she said. "How can I possibly believe anything when I'm playing the part of a Spanish blonde in this picture .. . . and I saw nary a one in my travels." And in her eyes was an expression of bewilderment. Above, Miss Sweet is seen as Dolores "In the Palace of the King." At the left she is discovered with her husband, Marshall Neilan
"No. I'm just going to take stories as they come. You never can tell which one the public is going to like. Or which one you'll do your best work in."
"Will they be heavy dramatic roles — like Tess?"
"No, some will be in a light-comedy vein. Maybe every other one — I like to vary roles — one of the most successful pictures I ever made was 'The Thousand Dollar Husband,' a number of years ago at Lasky's. And my last picture, 'The Meanest Man in the World' — Bert Lyteil played opposite me — was a trivial, light little thing — there was a general store, and I was a country girl, and all that sort of thing."
I was baffled. I had expected her to take her return to the screen seriously, to have a wellordered, strategical plan for storming the public heart. I dropped a hint of this to her.
"The public wont be stormed," she said, nonchalantly. "If I happen to please them, I will be a success . . . for a time. ..."
"What made you want to return to the screen. Miss Sweet?" I put the question sharply, unequivocally, but she smiled blandly.
"Oh, for that matter, why does one work at anything?" she parried. "1 have been an actress all my life. I played my first role at the age of seven months. Doesn't it seem natural that in returning to the world of activity I should do the only sort of work I know anything of ?"
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