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behavior of the geniuses of Hollywood mortals, content to go along without amusing article, which casts revealing conduct of the gifted great.
H. McKegg
"Do you know who I am?" he imperiously asked, in the tones of Hamlet. Before the startled clerk could say "The Prince of Denmark," his questioner added. "I am John Barrymore, and I intend to have my dinner in this restaurant to-night !"
Had he said, "I am the Angel Gabriel, with three companions of the heavenly host," the management could not have abased themselves with more servility. The closed dining room was flung open to John and his gnests, who entered therein with true royal mien. And wine was presented, almost as a votive offering to one not as other men.
While talking of food — Mr. Barrymore will frankly tell the entire room what he thinks of each dish. If it be good, he will say, "This
is fine!" If not so good, John
declares it tastes like — well, he says what he thinks it tastes like, though how he knows is beyond me.
Yet as a gourmet of epicurean taste, I don't think John should be accepted as an authority.
He has a preference for garlic and olive oil. Whatever dish he orders, he has served with it several cloves of garlic and some oil. He crushes the fragments of garlic in the oil, and pours the lot over his salad, or meat !
When an ordinary person buys a new coat, he dares hardly wear it for fear of marring its newness. Not so J. B.
Once he bought an expensive camel's hair coat. He did not like its newness, so what did he do? Placing the coat on the garage driveway, John kept treading on it — doing something like the "Varsity Drag," to give the garment an antique look.
An impossible act on the part of an ordinary
If Eddie Nugent ever
becomes a genius he
will be the last to know
it.
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Religion and acting are dominant factors in Ramon Novarro's life, surely the incongruous mixture of genius.
person, you say — but on the part of a genius? "Aux grilles rietl d'impossihlc!" as the great Goudal would declaim.
The really great are of course given much latitude by all ordinary individuals: but it does nut do to act like a genius, unless you are one.
Xow, I have met David Xewell only once for a very brief while. Yet his \ seems to crop up wherever I go. < hie evening, visiting friends at the Mayfair apartments, I was startled to hear a voice exclaim. "Whom do you take me for? I am David Xewell. under I tract to Paramount, leading man f«>r Clara Bow." And the shouted statement that followed had something
do with dining out.