My own story (1934)

Page scan 00092 from My own story

Record Details:

Title:
My own story
Date:
1934
Publisher:
Boston : Little, Brown, and Company
Volume:
My own story
Leaf #:
00092
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 15, 2025
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MY OWN STORY I shall never forget this Chicago run because of an experiment in fasting which had an amusing denouement. I was making enough to live on, but as Thanksgiving week approached, I became obsessed by a desire to send a large and impressive sum of money home to Mother. Accordingly, I mailed her all but a dollar of my funds, fondly believing that I could touch the manager for an advance to carry me through the week. By eating lightly, I made my dollar stretch over two days. Not until my last nickel was gone could I get up courage to broach the subject of an advance to the manager. Unfortunately, other members of the cast had preceded me with hard-luck stories and he brusquely declined to do anything for me. I managed to get through the next twentyfour hours fairly well, but on the second day of my fast, I was so ravenously hungry that I decided to go for a walk, in the hope that exercise would take my mind off my stomach. It had the reverse effect, for my feet dragged my unwilling body past every rotisserie and bakery shop on Chicago's South Side. My sense of smell, always keen, had become painfully acute. Resolutely I refused to look in windows where food was displayed, but the delicious aromas that poured out on the sidewalk conjured 70