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Bessie
Barriscale's
Nemesis
She loves Potatoes and Pastry; but she doesn't eat 'em because
By Elizabeth Peltret
"Sato, why do you tempt me?
You know I can't eat that
pastry."
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"We're going to move into a house that has ten great, big rooms," she said, "so that we can have space enough to really turn around and breathe in."
Perhaps that is the most noticeable characteristic Bessie Barriscale has — restlessness. She must be doing something all the time. Keeping still is, she says, for her almost an impossibility. Her hobby is her automobile; her favorite pastime, speeding down a long, smooth road when the weather is fine and she doesn't particularly care where she is going. She is five feet, two inches tall, has very fair skin and — one notices with a little sense, of surprise— brown eyes. Mr. Hickman's eyes are also brown, while their boy has eyes of blue.
"Really our baby doesn't look much like either of us," she said, "though if you look closely, you can see that he has eyes shaped like mine, and my fair skin, and that the back of his head is like his father's and he has his father's funny legs."
THE Hickmans — Howard, Bessie Barriscale, and their little boy — live in a six-room bungalow in Hollywood that Bessie Barriscale calls the doll's house. Being great believers in the power of mind over matter, they have a number of Maxfield Parrish landscapes around to give the suggestion of great distances, and the ceiling of her bedroom is sky blue, possibly for the same reason, but "Bess" — (everyone calls her Bess —is too restless to be satisfied with suggesti
Friend husband was not in the room at the time she made this remark which was, perhaps, just as well. Later, however, he came in dressed up as a pirate — well, anyway, "do you want your boy to be an actor?" she was asked.
"Why certainly," she answered
promptly, "if he should want to be. I've
been on the stage since I was five years
old and I know that stage children are given
more care — more gentle consideration — than
any other children in the world."
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