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From the ashes of a past worship, "Connie" now enjoys a very real friendship with Norma Talmadge.
YOUTH sits wide-eyed in a darkened theater." Thus I began an interview, just two years ago, with Constance Riquer, a young fan who had hecome surprisingly well known among fans the world over, through her adoration of Norma Talmadge and her activities as head of a fan club in her name. The child was so dramatically and pathetically in love with a dream, and bubbling with enthusiasm over her efforts to "serve Miss Norma in the only way she knew." The sincerity of her devotion was marvelous, but I wondered how and when her disillusionment would come. Such dreams haunted her ! They could not possibly come true. Would she even so much as meet her idol, I wondered at the time.
In two years many things are forgotten. I am now in Hollywood, and one day while lunching at the Montmartre, my eye turned from admiration of Norma Talmadge's smart chapeau to surprised recognition of the complacent young person opposite her. It was Constance Riquer — yet how could it be the same girl whose eyes had filled with emotion at the bare mention of Norma Talmadge's name, and who had clapped her hands over her mouth to restrain her excitement when speaking of Hollywood, which she hoped some day to see.
"Come over to the studio and I'll tell you all about it," she invited.
"The studio." So casually, just like that.
"Yes, isn't it glorious ? I walked right onto the United Artists lot the day after my breathless arrival in Hollywood, and I never walked off! Sounds Cinderellaish, doesn't it? But the truth of the matter is, they just couldn't get rid of me!"
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"But you've changed," I exclaimed, after Norma had motored off to an appointment, and Miss Riquer and I were ensconced in an office. "You were so thrilled, so dreaming and gushing, and now that you are here you seem very calm about it all. Have you been disillusioned in your ideal and in the profession?"
"Disillusioned? Not at all. None of my frantic dreams came true, of course. But it is not necessary for dreams and ambitions to be realized. Instead of that, very frequently they change. Just at first, there was the thrill of stepping from the train in Hollywood — Hollywood ! — the dazzling novelty of it all, the thrill of seeing studio walls and catching glimpses of stars Rolls-Roycing around corners ! But now I realize how ridiculous my fan attitude was, how petty were my small ambitions. For years I had adored Norma Talmadge madly. She will never know what her influence meant in those years of — dare I say 'adolescence,' without your thinking I am trying to pose as being very grown up now? But a year in Hollywood does change one's perspective a great deal ! Just think, after a lifetime of nearly worshiping Norma Talmadge, after longing and praying all those years to meet her — even just to sec her ! — I reached Hollywood, one day after she had left for a trip abroad.