The Washington herald., 1919-01-30
PRISCILLA DEAN, IMP.
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who had dared to misunderstood
her, and then the little star care
fully selected another boubon.
Call me a bromide if you like,
but, to use a trite saying. I'm
welded to my art and haven't any
intention of being engaged to a
well. a good many men are nutty,
so perhaps / ought to forgive you
for that remark after all"
Art makes a better provider than
so, Miss Dean?"
IF 1 didn't. l wouldn't be where
1 am now. Yep. I'm unmarried and
happy-"
Il don't think you're telling the
whole truth. Isn't it so that you
and Eddie Rickenbacher are en-
gagged to be married." went ~ the
remorseless male.
Engaged nothing! He taught me
how TO drive a car, and l got speed
omania-you know that's a very con-
tagious disease Then, too, he took
me up in the aeroplane.
Didn't you feel any fear a-tall the
first time you drove through the
clouds?"
"I haven't been afraid of anything
since I was wee grille. Why, do
you know that ! travelled about alone
since l was four years old? OF
course. there was the company, but 1
wouldn't let a soul touch me. l used
to dress and undress myself. had a
bed all to myself at the hotels, and,
whenever anybody tried to boss me,
used to stick cut my tongue and
stamp my foot and let them know I
was perfectly capable Of managing
myself.
why. in one show played the part
of a little crippled lad. In the first
act Ia come on wearing'a crutch on
the left side, and in the second act.
emerge with the crutch on the
right. nobody ever knew just where
| was supposed to be lame. When
they scolded, 1 laughed. When
some of the company laughed. /
I scolded. I was a contrary child II
God ever made one"
It's easy to understand why Pris-
ella Dean wants perpetual motion.
She is so full of animal spirits that
you're disposed to wonder how she
changed from comedy to drama Her
eyes dance and dart-they're not
Istill a moment save when she sleeps.
She has the sauciest eyes you ever
tried to look into. Just imagine a
man trying to propose to mirthful
eyes like those of Priscilla Dean!
You're nothing but a baby yamp
right now!'
II wish I could have played Up
stairs and Down. 1 surely did envy
haF could I'm c
feel myself in il. But that's the
way-one always has to do things
which are the opposite of ones day
dreams. DON'T you think fate
might hand out a few more prize
packages and consult US about the
sort of plays we want to do? Just
think of me playing in The Hand
That Rocked the Cradle"
How did you happen to get into
it at ALP
II was doing comedy out here at
Universal. and. as | walked across
the lot, Lois Weber spied me and
said, There's a girl I want That
little cue landed me as the mother
OF three children. Funny. wasn't it?
But then lots OF queer things have
happened in my time; for instance,
playing with the Ben Greet players.
And, do you know, I've the distinc-
tion of playing at every university
| in the s'nH~d S'stes7 NJ II any girls
have had the opportunity to see all
our famous universities. think that
was one of the finest experiences to
look hack upon-and 1t was fun to
meet so many college boys, too"
Miss Dean, who Is Just twenty-one,
was a musical-comedy girl before go
ing into pictures. Even now she's en-
,tertainjng at the various theaters
which show her pictures. Not that
she likes the idea, but CaIifornians
insist on seeing their stars at close
range, and so Priscilla prefers to dance
her way into favor rather than make
set speech.
Priscilla dotes on a bull pup, huge
white Angora tabby and the luscious
rose-gardens back of her home. Dur
ing the early part of 1918 she boosted
the Eighth National Orange Show at
San Bernardino.
Then, too, an infantry regiment at
Fort Travers, Texas, has been calling
this star of mystery plays god
mother" Every week of her young
life she has mailed the makin's" or
cigarettes to her boys, as well as
boxes of ready-rolled smokes. Sub
chaser No. 30 recently presented her
with a unique swagger-stick, made
entirely of shells, and while it's a
good protector from Johnnies, the
weapon certainly presents a curious
contrast to the demure Priscilla cloak
of dark blue cloth. with Puritan lines.
which envelops one hundred and thir-
ty pounds of live-wire 'loveliness sur
named Dean.