My strange life, the intimate life story of a moving picture actress. Illustrated with photographs of America's most famous motion picture actresses ([c1915])

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MY STRANGE LIFE I knew absolutely nothing of society. And although this society must have seemed very simple and provincial to anyone with any worldly experience whatever, to such a bar- barian as I, it afforded a much needed oppor- tunity to study the manners and customs of a world to which I was entirely unaccustomed. For even if these boys and girls were some- what countrified, with few exceptions they belonged to families of gentlefolk. There was much which they could teach me and which I was glad to learn. I have always been an apt pupil. I suppose it is the same gift of mimicry that has made me a successful actress, which has enabled me to cover up the defects in my early education by imitating the manners of people whose early oppor- tunities were better than my own. But to return to my story. It was a little over two weeks after I had embarked on my new labors that I was playing at one of the largest parties of the season. Toward the middle of the evening I noticed the mother of the young hostess in earnest conversation with a man of middle age who had apparently only just arrived. He seemed to be known to most of the young people present, all of whom seemed [21]