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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Record Details:

Title:
My strange life, the intimate life story of a moving picture actress. Illustrated with photographs of America's most famous motion picture actresses
Date:
[c1915]
Publisher:
New York Grosset & Dunlap
Volume:
My strange life, the intimate life story of a moving picture actress. Illustrated with photographs of America's most famous motion picture actresses
Leaf #:
00043
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Robarts - University of Toronto
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
26 52
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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MY STRANGE LIFE liquid eyes, fine nose, and sweet, strong lips. Dark and handsome, heavenly—to a girl of seventeen! I do not blame you, Annette Wil- kins, for falling in love with him! But it was not his beauty after all. No; it was the fact that he was my ideal of a man. He had none of the taint that I attached to other men. He was the "Galahad of the Movies," pure, chivalric, noble. Week after week, whether he was playing in a dress suit or a cowboy costume, he was the same. He was the perfect lover; he was the high-minded man who saved girls from dishonorable men; he was the hero, tender, brave, dominating, gentle. Of course, what I had found was the oppo- site of my foster-father. Here was he who was the other extreme; the well-bred manner, the aristocratic bearing, the chaste heart. I had found what I was seeking. I was madly in love with him. I lived now only when he appeared; in be- tween, I was merely dreaming. But when at last his turn came, the dark and lost pianist beneath him became an invisible flame. In my usual way, I made up my mind to meet him; and whenever I make up my mind, the thing happens. Why this is so, I don't [28]