Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

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Star-dust in Hollywood proteids, carbohydrates, and vitamins necessary to the man who eats more with his intellect than with his palate, came second on the free list. Quack doctors, hearing that I was an invalid, would have forced their way in to cure me on the spot ; tailors would have dragged me from bed and measured me for real American suits on the gradual-payment system ; wireless salesmen would have thrust four-valve sets into our house apparently quite careless of whether we could pay ; sweet manufacturers almost took us by the gullets to thrust their ' goodies ' between our teeth. Jo had to repulse crystal-gazers, dry cleaners, face masseurs^ fat-reducers, a miniature painter, a bonesetter, three photographers, face mud, cleaning jelly, electric irons, silk stockings, knitted butterflies, motor mascots, dried prunes, pressed figs, corset belts, gramophone discs, household gadgets, breath disinfectants, and body-odour eliminators. A woman peddling sweet pickles caught Jo at the back door and, as we already had pickles, tried to convert her. But, learning that I was convalescent, she hurried to the front, where, finding me stretched out on my long chair under the cypress-tree, she preached an energetic sermon over me, begging me to join her in thanking the Lord for my narrow escape and pointing out with the pickle-bottle the road to salvation. Her eloquence seemed inexhaustible, [26] PICKLES OR SALVATION