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Pauline Frederick : on and off the stage (1940)

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108 Pauline Frederick " The fans still clamor for her. In no way do they forget her. What happened to Pauline Frederick? So many people asked me that question that I decided to go and ask Pauline herself. You can always ask Pauline anything. She is a straight-shooter. And she is too big a woman for any petty vanities. You don't have to fret and worry about what you say for fear it might be wrong and hurt her feelings. She is so real She is so natural. No posing, no affectation, no languid boredom about her. She sparkles with life. She glows with enthusiasm. Her voice is rich, vibrant, entrancing. And she has the nicest handshake of any woman I have ever known — strong, firm, cordial, sweet. " We sat in a long, lovely sun porch and when I told her what I had come to ask her and why, she looked at me a long, long time in silence and her eyes filled up with tears. " ' It goes right to the old heart, that does,' she said. And she sat thinking. Then she threw out her hands, palms up. " ' I don't know how it all happened,' she said. * Life is like that. The smallest things turn your whole course one way or the other. Did you ever look at the switches on a railroad track? Only have to turn them half an inch and they swing a great, big train in another direction entirely. That's the way little things change your life and its purpose. Especially with a woman like me. We act on feeling, on impulse, on emotion. A human contract, a mood, having to wait for something — those are the little switches that turn the lives of women. That is why