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ONCE Fanny had made up her mind to become a resident of Hollywood, nothing could sway. her decision. That springvisit there had done the trick. On her return to New York, she could talk of nothing else. She babbled about the climate, the flowers, and the great open spaces quite as though she had learned her lesson from a California realtor. Pausing in New York only long enough to weep and shout over Alice Brady's magnificent performance in "Bride of the Lamb," to buy a few clothes, and to pack up her autographed photographs, she was all ready to trek straight back to the West coast.
Of course, packing the photographs was no great task — she has many of them, but keeps all the men in one frame. All she has to do when one of them comes to see her is to shuffle the pictures so that his is on top. Corinne Griffith's goes into her suit case and is never far from sight, because Fanny retains enough belief in Coueism to think that she will some day come to reflect some of Corinne's beauty if she constantly stares at her photograph and repeats, "Every day in every way, I am growing more and more like her."
Accustomed though I am to Fanny's spasmodic way of doing things, it was a shock to find her at Diana Kane's farewell luncheon for Bebe Daniels just an hour before train time.
"But what are you doing here?" she asked, as she hurriedly made notes of things she wanted me to clash down to her apartment and pack for her. Strangely enough, I found myself rushing away to do as she asked. Fanny has that "you-are-so-big-and-strong-and-I-amso-little-and-helpless" manner that makes people do things for her.
"You would have been quite out of place at the luncheon, anyway," she assured me later, as we were speeding toward Chicago on the Century. "All that the girls talked about was having their jewels stolen and the diffidence of insurance companies. Clinging as you do to only a few stray bracelets that look more like Woolworth than Cartier, you wouldn't have had anything to say."
Probably not, but I might have remarked that I had never lost any jewels nor had any stolen, and who would have been so cruel as to add that it was because I had never owned any? My long acquaintance with Fanny has taught me something about evasion !
Fanny was quite disconcerted because there were no film celebrities on the train. So she spent all her time writing telegrams.
"We might just as well have waited another day and come with Bebe Daniels," she remarked sadly. "Or a few days later, we could have crossed the country with Leatrice Joy. Still, Pledda Hopper will join us to-morrow and we can see a matinee in Chicago."