Picture Play Magazine (Jul - Dec 1929)

Advertising Section 117 You'll have to put on more postage.' " 'But they aren't overweight,' I insisted. 'The same matter is in each one of them. I checked them closely.' "Nevertheless 1 got the letters, and found that the post office was right. They had absorbed sufficient moisture to be ahove the initial half-ounce in weight. I placed them hefore a radiator for half an hour to dry them out, then the post office accepted the entire seven hundred as postage paid." It isn't often that a letter astray, hut it happens sometimes. Nils Asther got one Erom a small town in the Middle West addn to "Niles Aster," and opened it. The letter contained a garage hill for ninety dollars, and a curt request tor the money. "You said you would pay the damtdge dun to my car," the note said. "Now send it on." Nils had never been in that vicinity in his life. Add Five Inches To Your Chest! Checking Up On Dick Continued from page 21 "The only way to get rid of solicitors and others is to he damn rude to them. They would hound you to death otherwise." Strangers heat down the hedges of the Arlen estate and trample over the lawn and introduce themselves. "You know, Air. Arlen, I'm just so crazy about you " "Say! Aren't those flowers just the most wonderful ! What are they ? Well, did you ever! I wouldn't dream of imposing upon you, Dick. I'm not like some of those crazy fans. I like to he considerate. Those flowers are certainly great. Could you send me some seeds? Better still, send me the flowers, roots and all, when they commence to hud. Wrap them up carefully, so they won't wilt." And so on. "I'm planning to have my hedges grow seven or eight feet high. They will thicken and no one can get through," Dick prophesied hopefully. "The entrance is open right now, hut I'm going to have a gate put on — a closed iron gate you can't see through ■ — with a lock on it, so you'll have to use a key to come in, or go out. "It's not so much meeting people I object to, as it is to have total strangers trying to get into my home. Not long ago " Dick stopped again. A man walked along the driveway toward us. I got up and approached the house. Soon Dickfollowed. "Let's go inside," he urged. "We'll he pestered to death if we remain in front." So we went within and sat in a cool, shady patio, without an insect or a tourist to annoy us. "You know," Dick resumed, "when I was clown and out, not a person bothered to find out if I were alive. I mean people I knew hack home. I might have been dying, for all they cared. Yet now I am visited by friends of a friend of the cousin of the aunt of some one I knew very slightly ten years ago. You can't blame me if I don't give them a rousing reception." "I certainly don't. I'd send them to the Carriso Gorge." You see, as Dick points out. success hrings its troubles, no less than failure. We went over to the Taluca Lake golf club and lunched. I expected any minute to see a stranger spring through one of the open Trench windows and confront Dick with praise, or a request, or both. But only Olive Borden, looking exquisite, her press agent and a young reporter entered, just as we were departing. Said Dick as we drove away, "I find that the best thing to do is never to worry, no matter what position you find yourself in. Down and out, or successful, each extreme brings troubles, so it's best to be content, even indifferent. "There's one chap you've got to admire — Gary Cooper. He takes everything casually. He'll come to the set for rehearsals in an old suit, his face probably unshaved, his hair rumpled. Yisitors may come, but that means nothing to Gary. He remains indifferent and enjoys himself. 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