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Graeve, Oscar (ed.) / Delineator
Vol. 119, No. 1 (July, 1931)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 46-71 PDF (15.7 MB)

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Famous stage Beauty
declares no woman needs
look her age
J REALLY am 39 years old!" says
A Billie Burke. "And I don't see
why any woman should look her age.
"We on the stage, of course, murt
keep our youthful freshness. Youth
always has irresistible attraction-it
wins and holds the public as nothing
else can.
"So one must be wise enough to
keep this charm right through the
years. To do this it is important
above everything else to guard com-
plexion beauty-keep one's skin
temptingly fresh and smooth.
"For years I have used Lux Toilet
Soap regularly. Its lather is beauti-
fully smooth and so delicately fra-
grant. And it leaves my skin amaz-
ingly clear and soft."
At 39 Billie Burke has just signed
up for a series of motion pictures in
Hollywood! What a tribute to her
youthful freshness!
9 out of 10 Stars use it
She will find the Hollywood actresses,
like the stage stars, are devoted to
Lux Toilet Soap. Actually 605 of the
613 important ones use this fragrant
white soap to guard complexion
beauty-regularly! It has been
made the official soap in all the great
film studios.
Surely your skin should have the
protection of this gentle care!
Lux Toilet Soap io$
Continued from page 59
America."   He will see what a big part
Roosevelt played in American history, and
how great was his capacity for playing it.
Had Roosevelt not run for President in
1012, he would have been the greatest
private citizen in the world, and perhaps
nothing could have prevented his nomination
in zgr6. I will not say he was actuated by
selfish motives; but I am sure neither Wash-
ington nor Lincoln would have made that
fatal error. Yet neither Washington nor
Lincoln had a mind that compared in richness
with that of Roosevelt. I remember at that
time Roosevelt's saying "I believe in Democ-
racy; but Democracy must have a leader."
[he remark is significant.
BUT I also believe that out of Roosevelt's
administration as President came a wave
of reform in politics and in business affairs that
lifted the whole country on to a higher plane.
Things were done by respectable men in busi-
ness in 0goo that could not be done today.
Tact is not the same thing as genius; but if
Wilson had possessed a tithe of the tact of
King Edward VII, the world would now be
better off. He was so sure he was right there
was no room for the adjustment that comes
through tact. Had he not gone to Europe,
or had he taken with him some leading
Republicans as well as Democrats, had he not
made that tour of speeches after his return,
had he not advised every one to vote only for
Democratic congressmen-he would himself
in all probability have been living at this
moment, and the United States might be in
the League of Nations.
When he went to Europe he was greeted
as the saviour of the world. No American
ever had such a spontaneous adoring wel-
come. "Here comes the man who will save
us all!" He came, saw, and was conquered.
Mr. Spender, the distinguished British
journalist, says that Wilson should have
been more conciliatory in America with the
Senate, and less conciliatory at the Peace
Conference in Paris. Perhaps that sums it
up as well as any phrase. For, rightly or
wrongly, Wilson suffered a fearful collapse.
From an apotheosis he descended to the
level of well-meaning futility.
The world is old and selfish and worldly
wise, and only one person in history has ever
overcome it; Wilson was not the man. Yet
he had a great mind and a noble character-
he was like a magnificent machine with no
lubricating oil.
No one can say what his position in the
future will be; but those, who, like me, be-
lieve more in his ideals than in his methods
of attaining them, believe that his stature
is going to increase rather than diminish.
"Nanette!" There was irritation in the
voice of Mrs. Trask. "I called you three
"I'm sorry, mother. I didn't hear."
"Francois tells me that when he served the
little bird-a truly delicious dish-that you
got up hastily and left the table. The poor
fellow is upset at what, if his account is true,
I might call your rudeness."
"I have told you why I left the table,
mother. The bird was so like-so like-"
"Don't say silly things!" interrupted Mrs.
Trask. "You are talking like a baby! You
must pull yourself together! Last evening
you puzzled ir. Semper. You know well that
he is Richard's confidential secretary, and,
although he came over to see to the charter-
ing of the yacht, he is also watchful regarding
other matters. He cables Richard daily at
great length. When he spoke to you last
evening about the arrangements he had made
for the cruise you didn't listen."
"I know, mother. I couldn't get inter-
Mrs. Mannington Trask viciously wiped
a morsel of endive from her lips. "You-
you must change your manner!" she cried.
"Think of what Richard is doing to please
you! He is willing to tear himself away from
Wall Street, at what Mr. Semper assures me
is a most critical moment, to come over here
for the marriage and take you on a yachting
cruise around the Mediterranean! It is in-
conceivable that you should- Entrez
Oh, Francois! How kind you are! Tartelettes
amandines! This little cold of mine makes me
so hungry."
Nanette shut out the fatuous talk between
her mother and the waiter by watching the
sea with half-closed eyes. They were there
again. Quite plainly she saw them. It was
extraordinary. The little white houses with
their short legs! And the orange trees and the
ghostly palms!
The waiter retired. Mrs. Trask, busy on
the tartelettes, was thinking up a hot attack
on her daughter when there came another
knock at the door. Mr. Semper, confidential
secretary to Nanette's fianc6, begged per-
mission to enter.
A strange man was this Semper. A fine
acolyte of Mammon. Never did he aspire to
the priestly garments of those who stand be-
fore the altar of the god of gold. Never.
Content was he to make responses, to pass
up the price lists, market gossip, tape tattle,
and cipher messages to those whose clever
brains performed the marvelous mystery of
turning these worthless things into gold.
He shuffled across the room to Nanette.
His pale claw-like hands held a cablegram.
"I am pleased to inform you," he mur-
mured, bowing before the girl, "that Mr.
Krempel has embarked. He changed his
plans at the last moment and took passage
on the Leviathan. He will be at your side
within nine days."
The words "be at your side" startlec
Nanette.   There came from  her a little
"Oh!" that suggested fear.
Mrs. Mannington Trask made an effort to
make up for the lack of emotion shown by
Nanette. "How delightful!" she cried. "So
romantic of him to change his boat!"
The wretched Semper agreed with her. He
started to talk excitedly to Mrs. Trask.
Nanette, listening vaguely, heard the words
"enormous deals", "large affairs", "break in
the market", "close touch with his brokers."
Mrs. Trask lapped it up. She loved all the
blather of the secretary as he told of the im-
portance of her son-in-law to be. What a
person she had found in this Richard Kremp-
el! What a man! And Nanette didn't ap-
preciate the great hunting feat performed by
her mother! Out of the darkest depths of
the club jungles, where the very cunning
bachelors took shelter from hunting mothers,
she had dragged a great capitalist!
NANETTE excused herself. She said she
wished to take a walk. Mrs. Trask made
objections. The Carnival spirit was on the
town, young men were inclined to be a little
too gallant to a pretty girl. It might be
better if Nanette had a companion. Mr.
Semper would be willing.
"No, no, no!" cried the girl. "I-I wish to
be alone!"
The Carnival spirit was in the air. It
throbbed about Nanette as she walked down
the Promenade to the Jardin Albert I. Flags,
strung lights, wooden shields with the gilded
and intertwined "R. F." of the French Re-
public. In nine (lays they would burn the
great wood-and-plaster figure of the King of
Pleasure. This little season of mad gaiety
was the last before Lent. And in nine days
Richard Krempel would be at Nice!
It threaded the air, that tune. Tum-tun,
tum-tee-tum, tum-tuml It beat against her
ears. It brought fear. Her mind slilpped
phrases into the continuous throb of the
thing. Interlarding it. Tum-tum, (Nanette is
glum), tum-tee-tun (Richard wxill come! joy
will be numb), Tum-tum
She wished to escape the tune. Near the
Casino de la Jet6e she took a closed car.
"Par la Grande Corniche jusqu'd Eze," she
commanded.              (7 urn to page 62)
BILLIE BURKE. As this recent photograph shows, the years have only increased her irre-
sistible appeal! This year she has added to her long list of stage triumphs, "The Truth Game."
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