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October, 1920
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"Weil, their naive, crude remarks all along the way were funnier than a circus. They found it hard to believe that I was 'on the level' and really taking them for a good time to Coney Island, yet they felt it well worth taking the chance.
"True to my promise, we all went on the carousel first, I in the center of the select group. As you can understand, people stared wonderingly at me, but I was having a wonderful time with those dear little roughnecks — and I wouldn't have missed that trip for a ball at the Waldorf.
"After the carousel we went on the scenic railway, and the four of them were fighting about who was to sit next to me — the fight threatened to become serious, when Mac, the brains of the party, drew forth from his pocket some dice — and the argument was then settled. If I live to be a hundred I'll never forget that ride. Oh. boy. those kids made me forget to become sick — they kept me in a state of excitement and nervous terror watching them — they'd jump up from their seats and shout and wave their hats and whistle deafeningly. My hairpins were blowing in all directions and they were trying to see who could collect the most. When we came out, the wild maid from Borneo had nothing on me ! But. like Eva Tanguay, I didn't care.
"After riding horses, roller
skating, rolling in a barrel,
chuting the chutes, and filling
up on popcorn, 'hot dogs,'
ice-cream cones, lemonade.
and ice-cream sodas, I started
back with my little charges.
We landed in New York at
5 o'clock, a happy, weary,
dust-laden bunch. And called
it a day."
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Miss Taylor suggests all manner of romantic secrets that give her inner life color. They reflect in the wide va
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riety of moods she interprets and the impressions she conveys. She sings immortally a song of youth and happiness in the midst of the world's deafening clamor. She has met that world1 squarely, taken it at its own value and accepted it as it is. She lays no claim to the possession of genius ; much of her own talent lies in her own superb unconsciousness of it. Her conscious workhas wrought out of itself an unconscious achievement, and so single-minded has been her attention to her training that she has lost sight of the actual effort of it all.
She divides her life into chapters and in each new chapter she plays a part. She is merely the semblance of the character she plays, she is the character itself — compelling, forcefully vivid and individual. Yet whatever part she is creating for herself and the world, she is first and foremost woman, feminine to the nth. degree, charming, commandingly vital, expressing much, yet contriving to suggest so much more she refrains from expressing.
"Nothing that is a part of the day's work, no matter how small it may be, is trivial in my estimation. The things which might be regarded as insignificant are very often those which loom big in their real importance. I never disregard the minor things — everything pertaining to my work is of tremendous importance to me."
With the occasional let-up from the pressure of things. Miss Taylor is a lovely playmate— she devotes her spare moments to her friends, who, incidentally, adore her. She rides with them, motors, plays tennis, and loves to drag them off and indulge in the most popular of all feminine pastimes — shopping.