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^^ believingly) : My Dear! Wasn't there a train from your exclusive suburb to bring you to town with some degree of your usual tardiness. Isn't this promptitude what is known as stepping out of character ?
Gladys Hall (considering the preposterous shade of her Up salve) : It behooves you to maintain a discreet silence. I arose at the indecent hour of eight o'clock in order to make a train which would bring me to this inconsiderate rendezvous at the hour of ten A. M. It is now that hour — and past, if I may say so.
In the future — pray — permit me the liberty of making our appointments.
A. W. F. (unperturbed, knowing well the infirmities of character which beset the genius home) : Well . . . ah, well. If I remember correctly, you were the one most anxious to do this story. You wanted it to be on this month's check list. Didn't you mention something about sun-porch furniture. Or was it the children's shoes again ? They might be centipedes judging by your conversation.
Mary says she must retire gracefully. She realizes she has enjoyed stardom longer than it is given to anyone else to enjoy it. She is determined not to overstay her time
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Photograph (above) by Campbell Photograph (left) by Rahmn
Well . . . ah, well. Criticism will ever be the reward of consideration. Heigh ho !
G. H. : My dear, no epigrams. They do not fit the hour. And my feeble brain has all it can do to support my hair.
But do you not descend' a trifle, my young intellectual, my own altruist, when you stoop to this application of cosmetics.
Why trouble, darling?
Doug probably will not be about. And if he is? Mary's eyes are dark and large . . . Mary's 'hair is golden . . . Mary's name is legion. . . .
A. W. F. (interrupting what promises to be a rhapsody in innumerable cantos) : Are you ready?
G. H. : Huh, hun.
Scene II. — The living-room of the Fairbanks suite. A secretary ushers the plastered (cosmetically speaking) interviewers into the large room overlooking Park
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