Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

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Star-dust in Hollywood " l Say ! ' called out the Egyptian to her. ' I got to have some shoes quick. I can't go on the set like this.' " Unperturbed she handed the girl a pair of sandals and then hunted me out the gipsy costume. " * Now you put that on/ she said firmly. * That's what's ordered for you.' " As soon as I had undressed she seized my clothes and stuffed them into a bag, which she took away. By the time she had come back I was already dressed as the gipsy. I patted myself down and told her we had bought stuff just like the skirt in the Balkans. You know. The stuff we upholstered that chair with. "Mother's manner altered at once. " * Well, that's all right,' she said heartily. * Now, a nice fuss I'd have had with most girls over that dress. "Want to make me into a bunchy old frump," they'd have said. Fussy. All wanting to be as skinny as bean-poles even if it ain't in the part. I tell you why these girls don't get on. They don't want to act — they want to come out pretty. Bean-poles, that's what it is. Why, they looks at me as if I hadn't no right to be alive, as if I ought to be made two of. Well, I'm satisfied with myself as I am, thank you.' " 'You're like Mr Weller,' I said to her. 'As you gets vider you gets viser.' " Then I told her about African brides and how the Syrians adore fatness. "'Well, you have travelled some,' cried her assistant, a younger woman. ' Now, I just adore to travel. I'm not going to stay here much longer, I'm not. Do you know what I'm going to do? I've gone and signed on with a Barnum's circus. I shan't get the salary that I get here, but, bless you ! I can't stay in one place all the time, I can't. I just got to see some life. . . .' " [210]