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144 Pauline Frederick
unknown. Some years after the San Francisco episode, the paths of Pauline and Clark crossed again in New York. By that time he had made his name in Hollywood. He called to see her at the New York hotel where she was staying. The " husky " from Oklahoma was hardly recognizable beneath the immaculately tailored clothes that Hollywood had taught him how to wear. Everything about him looked different though his ears still stuck out from his head and there was the same sensitive twitch of his mouth. At first when he entered Pauline's suite he obviously was saying to her, though not in words, " Look at me now. I am a success. See how I have progressed with the years." Pauline had met so many people that she at once recognized this attitude and did not blame him. Anyone likes to be proud that he has gone up the ladder. She asked him to sit down and they talked, but it was not until she said to him naively, " Remember the Til ole yellow suit, Clark? " that he relaxed and became himself. That irresistible grin crossed his face and as it broadened Pauline laughed, and soon they were both laughing — laughing at all the things that had happened to each of them. Both were innately natural people whom success could never spoil.
The production of " Madame X " on the West Coast was a tryout for larger fields that Mr. Carroll, still Pauline's manager, had in mind. He wanted to take her to London in it. She had never appeared there in person but had always longed to. Now that ambition was to be realized and early in the new year of 1927 she crossed the Atlantic. Her reception when she landed was less grandiose than in Australia but there was nothing lacking in its cordiality.
She stayed at the Savoy Hotel in the Strand, but a stone's throw from the Lyceum Theatre, that grand old house of