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A Girl's Adventures in Movieland
She visits Long Island, that Promised Land of millionaire motion-picture players, and spends a day with one of the first stars she ever admired.
By Ethel Sands
THE very first thing the movies ever did to me was make me comb my hair differently, and Anita Stewart was largely responsible for it. I was just a kid at the time, and my idea of hairdressing was to plaster it back and tie a ribbon around it, meanwhile keeping one eye on the clock that said only five minutes before school time. If I was late I was kept for half an hour after school, and that made me late for the first afternoon show at the movies. And if I was late at the movies I'd only see Anita Stewart in "The Goddess" through two and a half times instead of three.
I was crazy about Anita Stewart's looks, and after a while it began to dawn on me that her hair probably looked nice because she made it look nice, so the next morning I got up about fifteen minutes earlier and spent that time trying to do my hair like the Goddess. You probably remember how she used to wear it — dips from each side of her forehead pulled together in front, and a band tied around her head. The rest of her hair was in curls.
Well, if any of the girls who saw me through my struggles to look like the Goddess could have known
that just a few years later I would be invited to spend the day with the Goddess herself at her Long Island home, I guess they would have exploded. I nearly did, I know, even though I have met most of the very nicest stars in the business and have every right to be blase about those things. Somehow, I can't be blase about my movie favorites — I get all breathless and sort of wabbly just at the thought of meeting them.
Going to a big home on Long Island made it even more impressive, for Long Island is every bit as glamorous to me as castles in Spain ever were to anybod}'. I had heard that lots of stage and screen players had their summer homes there, and I've often noticed in the papers that millionaires lived there, so I knew that this time I was going to meet a movie star in just the atmosphere I thought she belonged in. I Moreover, Miss Stewart was coming down to meet me at the station, and that would be enough to unsettle any fan, j I'll wager. You can just imI agine the little nervous thrill that ran through me when the conductor said, "Next station
Anita Stewart took me all around and showed me the place.