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The Scandal Speakers

“And what do you think of Hollywood?”

“Is nice city, maybe—but is too much scandal speak. I will tell you: Even me they make scandal for. When first I come I am so lonely. All day I am lonely, and I t'ink all the time of my mother, who is afraid to cross ocean, and of my home in Frankfort. So I tell Mr. Schenck. I say: 'Maybe I will go back home, for my heart is very lonely.' He replies: 'Don't be silly, Camilla, I will take you out and show you things.' This he do. Then soon when I go into restaurant or any place with him, I see people put heads together and go 'Pss! Pss! Pss!' They whisper. And then I can hear scandal about me.”

Camilla stamped a little foot. Her eyes were flaming now and they looked almost black. “Is not true!” she cried.

“Well, don't mind it. It's just part of the Hollywood game. Besides, you wouldn't be a star if you didn't have love affairs.”

To my surprise a deep blush spread over the girl's fair face. Imagine a movie star blushing! I bear witness to it. She gave me a little wisp of a smile. “Is not good to have love affair when one is married,” said Camilla Horn. Which brought us to the detail of the husband in Germany. Camilla brought from under a blotter on her desk a thirty- or forty-page letter, very closely written.

“The more I see other men, the more I better like my husband. Sometimes in this Hollywood men must scrape and cringe and bow for favors—but not my husband. He is just—man, das is all.”

She extended the letter, a small book-size manuscript. “Read,” she invited.

“I can't read German.”

“Ach! I will do so.” She read: “'How I miss you! How I wish you were not a movie star, but just my nice little wife cooking my meals in our nice little home.'”