My own story (1934)

Page scan 000252 from My own story

Record Details:

Title:
My own story
Date:
1934
Publisher:
Boston : Little, Brown, and Company
Volume:
My own story
Leaf #:
000252
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 30, 2024
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MY OWN STORY bored to death, and I didn't see why Mr. Rockefeller wasn't, too. "Humph," said I to myself, "you can't get money out of people this way." When the time for speech-making came, I appointed myself a committee of one to stir things up. I proceeded to give a highly dramatized account of my latest adventures in Paris. I said I hadn't slept ten hours in ten nights and that I had gained ten pounds on this program. Then I was moved to relate what a French taxi-driver said to me. This, I explained, had occurred during my first visit to Paris, when my French was even more sketchy than it is now. I wanted to locate the house of a friend. The taxi-man did his best to tell me that my friend lived just behind the Hotel Continental where I was stopping. "C'est derriere I'Hotel Continental/9 he kept repeating. I got it all but the derriere. I demanded, "Que signifie derriere?" The wearied cabby watched me back out of his decrepit vehicle. He lifted a shoulder and spread his hands. "If," he said, "Madame does not know the meaning of derriere, nobody does!" Anna Steese Richardson laughed so hard that somebody had to slap her on the back to keep her 216