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AUGUST 1924
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1 might as well start The Confessions of Conway with a little bit of the Confessions of Me. And I'm free to confess that " Oo-er!" was the first thought that came to my mind when 1 opened the cable that commanded me to interview Conway Tearle. Says the dictionary : " Frown — to rebuke, or repel, by a frown or stern look : to scowl : to look on with disfavour : a ^
wrinkling' of the brow in dis
pleasure." I suddenly remembered that Conway was an expert at what the
vay and Norma seek wide, open spaces " in ' Eternal Flame."
I said good-bye to all my friends, indicated that the body would be found outside the gate of " Edencroft " in Westchester and that no flowers would be necessary, said " Oo-er ! " several times more, and departed.
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French call " La Boxe " — and when a boxer looks on anyone with disfavour . . ! 1 had sudden vision of a displeased Stat wrinkling his brow at me, diid giving me a stern and disapproving look.
Tearle in serious mood.
Above: One of Conway
Tearle's rare smiles. The lady is Barbara La Mart Ri(iht: Conway and his new car. Which, after all, is a compliment to the Editor of PICTUREGOER; for it never once occurred to me to disobey the commands of that invisible and august potentate.
Well, well ! You never can tell in this life. Conway gripped me by the hand— frowning all the time — and said : " Yes, I have. Yes, I think it will. Now come along and look at my roses." I tried to readjust my badly scattered ideas. I had a suspicion that something was happening. In fact it seemed to me that the frown was in danger of deteriorating into a smile. There was certainly something like a twinkle in those keen, dark eyes. Anyway, thought I, I'll chance it.
" Mr. Tearle " I said firmly, " I haven't the least idea what you're talking about. What have you? And what do you think it will?"
" \Y/hy," he smiled, " every newspaper man who comes around asks me if I have really had my mole removed, and whether I think it will be an advantage to me in my screen work. I assumed. that you would burst out with the same questions and thought I would save you the trouble."
" So, in fact, you have and you think it will " I replied
" You ought to have been a criminal lawyer," he mocked. " Come along and see my roses " he went on before I had time to think of the obvious retort.
We turned one of the winding paths among the rose trees and came across Mrs. Tearle engaged in planning a new rock garden. " Meet my wife " said Conway.
I've already met her many times " I said. " Across the footlights " I added hastily. " I heard her sing in