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12 My Wonderful Visit Sensation of the pleasantest sort beckoned me, at the same time rest was promised. I wanted to grab it while it was good. Perhaps " The Kid " might be my last picture. Maybe there would never be another chance for me to bask in the spot- light. And I wanted to see Europe—England, France, Germany, and Russia. Europe was new. It was too much. I stopped preparations on the picture we w^ere taking. Decided to leave the next night for Europe. And did it despite the protests and the impossibility howlers. Tickets were taken. We packed ; everyone was shocked. I was glad of it. I wanted to shock everyone. The next night I believe that most of Hollywood was at the train in Los Angeles to see me off. And so were their sisters and their cousins and their aunts. Why was I going? A secret mission,,! told them. It was an effective answer. I was immediately under contract to do pictures in Europe in the minds of most of them- But then, would they have believed or understood if I had told them I wanted an emotional holiday } I don't believe so. There was the usual station demonstration at the train. The crowd rather surprised me. It was but a foretaste. I do not try to remiember the shouted messages of cheer that were flung at me. They were of the usual sort, I imagine. One, however, sticks. My brother Syd at the last moment rushed up to one of my party. " For God's sake, don't let him get married ! he shouted.