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The Much Photographed Mary Fuller 217
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barrassment. We are never wholly pleased with the result. In other words, photographs are totally deceiving; they're dishonest. The lens of a camera either under or overestimates us. Of course, few of us are displeased when we are flattered, but it is rather distressing when we are not given credit for the good looks which happen to be ours."
I interrupted her there to tell her that I agreed perfectly — ■ I had noticed she said "we."
"I believe I have posed in nearly every studio in New York," Miss Fuller continued. "It has grown so serious with me that when I pass a photographer's, my feet turn instinctively toward the entrance. I have had my picture taken with all sorts of settings and atmospheres. Some have been Oriental, others in skylight parlors, some in skyscrapers, and again in flash-light cubby-holes. Daylight, flash light, electric lights, and CooperHewitts have all figured prominently 'in my career, and I have had to be taken in all kinds of poses.
So accustomed have I grown to making these frequent trips to photographers' shops that I believe I would be terribly morose were I to be denied this labor. I say labor because going to a photographer's is like going to a dentist's. One makes you make faces and the other makes faces that you don't make."
Once more I made her wait — this
Mary Fuller can play excellently on t h piano — if she is uninterrupted by photographers long enough. Below — "behind the gun" herself at the studio — she becomes so engrossed that she almost forgets to crank the camera.
time while I laughed. Then she smiled and went on :
"Some of the fans write me for photographs portraying a certain mood ; others write that they are collecting my different photographs, and request me to sit for another, so that they can add a new one to their group. Some have a hobby of collecting my different portraits and 'stills,' and others cut them from newspapers and magazines and place them in scrapbooks. Recently a little schoolgirl wrote me that she was making a collection of my different pictures, and that she was in the habit of trading wTith her friends, when she had two of a kind, so as to obtain a new one. Another little bov out West seems