My wonderful visit (1922)

Page scan 00084 from My wonderful visit

Record Details:

Title:
My wonderful visit
Date:
1922
Publisher:
London : Hurst & Blackett
Volume:
My wonderful visit
Leaf #:
00084
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
University of California Libraries
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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76 My Wonderful Visit Arrives." Crowds standing on the corner, all lined up along my way to the hotel. I am begin- ning to wonder what it*s all about. Am feeling a bit reflective, after all, thinking over what I have done ; it has not been very much. Nothing to call forth all this. '' Shoulder Arms " was pretty good, perhaps, but all this clamour over a moving-picture actor ! Now we are passing over Westminster Bridge. There are double-decked street cars. There's one marked " Kennington." I want to get out and get on it—I want to go to Kennington. The bridge is so small; I always thought it was much wider. We are held up by traffic. The driver tells the bobby that Charlie Chaplin is inside. There is a change in the expres- sion of the cop. " On your way.** By this time the poKcemen have dropped off the side of the car and are on their way back. Once more I am a private citizen. I am just a bit sad at this. Being a celebrity has its nice points. There is an auto with a motion-picture camera on top of it photographing our car. I tell the driver to put down the top. Why didn't we do this before? I wanted to let the people see. It seemed a shame to hide in this way. I wanted to be seen. There are little crowds on the street corners again. Ah yes, and Big Ben. It looks so small now. It was so big before I went away. We are turn-