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 is called upon to play such an infinite variety of parts without much opportunity to study, must be able to assume the manners of all classes. She must be able to play the woman of good society, the queen, the shop-girl, the girl of the plains, the thief, the woman of the street, each in turn, as the case may be. And it was especially in " polite" parts that I failed for lack of experience and train- ing. But I was an apt pupil, apt indeed. And the fires of my ambition once lighted, I let no opportunity escape me for self-improvement. If for no other reason, I was grateful enough to wish to please H . But besides, I soon found, as many another broken-hearted woman has done, that there is no anodyne like hard work. Owing to the fact that in the beginning I had whole days of leisure when I was not needed for any of the pictures in process of making, at which time my presence at the Studio was not required, I began, for the first time in my life, to really read seriously, with an object in mind. I unhesitatingly confessed my ignorance of all that was really worth while in literature to H . Doubtless my confession did not surprise him. But no one [183]