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Next, I went to the Ziegfeld Follies. My days of childhood love were over! I was a woman — and the men with whom I came in contact were real men. Now, I was to learn other lessons in love. I met many wonderful men; learned to know a great many wealthy young boys and fell in love three times within as many years. The Follies is a famous school for romances — and I had more than my share.
UT it was Hollywood that brought me the most serious ' love romance of my life — ^my marriage.
It might have been a wonderful thing if it had been founded upon anything more than a great physical attraction — but it wasn't. I met him . . . thought I knew him . . . talked myself into the belief that I was in love with him — and married him in less than a week. It really needs no more explanation on my part. We lived together for less than ten days and at the end of that time we both realized there wasn't a ghost of a show for us. We got a divorce.
I suppose I spent many sleepless nights wondering about the whole thing. Why hadn't we retained that feeling of overpowering "love" with which we approached our great •venture? Why had he lost whatever deep feeling had prompted him to propose? I couldn't guess the answer — then — -but it wasn't long before I knew the real reason.
We were not friends!
Friendship is the zenith of perfection as far as human emotions go. There is nothing higher . . . nothing more
In this startling interview Dorothy Mackaill confesses she has never known love — in its stead she has designated friendship as the magnet which draws people to one another
powerful . . . nothing beyond.
HA"VE you ever watched a friendship develop into love? I suppose each of you has had that experience! Did you send your regrets to the divorcee? Well, perhaps that is a bit rough for a beginner, I'll explain what I mean: A deep friendship has the inherent possibilities of the greatest happiness obtainable on this earth. Any height of mental or physical joy may be attained from this wonderful status. What then can be gained from changing this wonderful relation from one of friendship to one of love? Nothing! Did you ever try to boil water to a temperature above two hundred and twelve degrees Fahrenheit? It is the same resuk — it can't be' done. Water boils at that exact degree and nothing in the world can force it to attain any greater degree of heat. But if one continues to force more heat to the water it soon disappears. Love is the same way. It is the added heat to friendship . . . again the same result ... it, too, soon disappears. Friendship is the boiling point of perfect hum^.n relationship — love is the added force that makes the friendship come to a "boil" and waft away in the breeze.
THE result of this logic is a simple thing: love is a step backward in the course of true
friendship! This wonderful thing ™, ., . ^. , . „ , MJr Ju u.u u While m Ziegfeld s Fol
called friendship that has been ^^^^ Dorothy thought
made perfect only after time has she was in love several
put its stamp of approval on it, times, but in each case
has lost some of its most desirable k f'V*'^*1he*'^ ^Tddin*
characteristics. Among them (and • ^ *"'*'bells ^rang^* '"^ cjuite important) is anticipation!