TRY TO BE KIND TO THE CRITICS
“And now, girls, here is one more point. Remember that critics are Human. They never seem so, of course, when you read their stuff, but my experience has been that they are susceptible to little kindnesses. Martha, my maid,—she has been with me since I left the convent—always asks Izzy Stern—he is my personal press representative—to invite the critics back to my little dressing-room, after every first performance. I have a few bon-bons, or cigarettes, or new stories, or orchids there, which I distribute among them, along with a smile, a laughing word, and—on rare occasions—a little kiss, on the tips of their funny old noses. So, girls, there’s another lesson! Always be kind to the critics.”
THE BEAUTY OF MODERATION
“And now, I have only one more word to say. Try always to be regular in your habits. Half of the failures on the stage—among feminine artistes, at least—are due to the fact that actresses do not observe a regular mode of living. I have only one rule! Be Regular! For instance, I never dream of taking a pint of champagne for supper on Monday, and then three pints on Tuesday. No, I always take two pints every night in the week, including Sunday. I keep my cigarettes down, in the same way, to two boxes a day. One headache powder in the morning! One trional powder at night! One bouquet from each admirer, every evening. Never any more: never any less! So girls this is my parting word to you all: Be Moderate; be Regular; be Good. Moderation always pays—in the long run.”
Sports for the Summer
The Increasingly Feminine Tone of Outdoor Diversions
MOTORING
It has been a busy Summer for our lusty young athletes. Golf tournaments, tennis championships; polo, sparring, sea bathing, (see opposite [page]). Then there was also motoring, canoodling, dancing, and working at the office in order to pay income taxes. This picture shows the most dangerous of all the smart Summer sports—motoring. Indeed it may be said that a lad is never safe in a motor—when there is a lady about. Oh, and gentle Reader,—do you believe in signs?