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Photoplay Magazine for June, 1930
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It is difficult to set down such things on paper. Grace and charm don't behave very well on a typewriter, but as we left, one of the gentlemen who is inclined to grow a bit pedantic at times, said, ".Now, that boy is a credit to the motion picture industry."
The phrase will suffice until there is a better one.
But he is more than that. He is one of Hollywood's most delightful young men.
His background is rather what you might expect. He went to war, served in the trenches and languished in a French hospital for eighteen months after the Armistice. When he was well enough to be up and about he came to the United States and put what money he had inherited into a brokerage firm in Boston. But music interested him more than bonds and he made annual trips to Europe to keep up his studies.
It was at this time that he married a nonprofessional girl who bore him one child, a girl, and died at the baby's birth.
IMMEDIATELY afterwards a financial crash wiped him out and ill health claimed him. But he isn't a quitter, and he went on with his music until he at last found an opportunity of going on concert tour with Elsie Janis. Later, he went into vaudeville with her and played in musical comedies and revues.
Several years ago when he came to Hollywood Walter was granted an interview with Louis B. Mayer.
"You're not an American, are you?" Mayer asked.
" No, I'm from Canada, " said Walter.
"What part?"
"New Brunswick."
"What town?"
"St. Johns."
Mayer frowned. "Who told you to say that?"
Walter was puzzled. "I don't know what you mean. "
"That's my home town," said Mayer. "I left when I was sixteen but I love the place. I thought maybe somebody tipped you off about it. But I see they didn't. Let's have lunch and talk about all the old friends. "
But Walter's accomplishments were not appreciated in the studios.
With the coming of the sound film, however, his success was assured.
He is not only, as our friend said, a credit to the motion picture industry. In a town devoted to manners it is refreshing to find one person, at least, with manner!
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Bedford, Va.
The age of seventy-one finds me all alone, spending the evening of my life at a Home for the Aged. A lonely bachelor with no family ties, all my old friends gone before me — literally set upon the shelf.
But I am not "out of it" altogether. Every day I take my walk to the theater near the Home and there I see the far-away places where I have travelled in my day. I live again my longpast youth, my loves and happy experiences.
Current events of the outside world are brought before my very eyes, keeping me posted and up-to-theminute on world problems. When the old fellows at the Home begin to tell me about the battle at Appomattox, I tell them about the Conference at Paris.
Thank God for the movies. My life would be empty without them. James Mitchell