The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1921-04-02
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CLARA IN OLD DAYS


movie slush. for buying which we
enthusiastically kick ourselves at
regular intervals, we recently digest
ed THE Story of My Life" by Clara
kimball Young. To hear this pulch-
ritudinous damsel tell about 1t, her
life has been silken bed of Ameri-
can Beauty roses garnered with sugar
coated morsels Of brilliant achieve
ment and rapid advancement over the
road to footlight fame II is one of
those lines of gush and bunk that lead
susceptible female sixteens to aban-
don warm fire and an extra pair of
sox. or silk hose as they are now
dubbed, to seek fame, fortune and
fizzle I'm the movies"
The sweet Clara would insist to the
world that her mother and father
were always capable and well known
stage folks. always endowed with
plenty of the long green and that she
was consequently the recipient of all
the trimmings that go with summers
spent at the beaches aud the culture
that comes from vassai. Lest there
be few squashy young females here
abouts who would follow off the siren
song of the claptrap Clara we beg
to elucidate few facts from our own
recollection.
After the bottom fell out of the
stock market In Goldfield, where
Clara and her "well-to. do pa and
ma were transforming in a forty
cent stock company" for 4 period of
six months, the crowd moved to
Reno. Clara was striking looking
jane. we grant her that. She had the
brown eyes that make you wish you
didn't need twenty In your wallet and
the carriage that comes of promenad-
ing charms that are unduestioned be-
fore the bald headed row and the
gallery gods. The pa and ma In the
case were particularly appreciative of
the good looks of their daughter and
Clara was made the star" In another
stock company organized to play In
what was then the first theatre in the
city Of Reno. It was a little forty
foot affair with a stage just big
enough for fat man to sneeze on.
They started out with Uncle Toms
Cabin" and played until the folks be-
gan Withholding their shekels from
the Kimball family pot. Later on
they branched out and took up their
quarters in the Wheelmen theatre. a
playhouse constructed out of the old
Wheelmen Athletic Club in the west
ern part of Reno. Here Clara sobbed
and sweated matinee and night for
ham and eegs for pa, ma. and me. .
until the tears began grinding the
rouge into her velvety cheeks. Father
and Mother Kimball continued to wax
sleek and greasy upon the division OF
the spoils, but Clara looked gaunt and
doubtful about the outcome. Just al
this time the writer, who then engag-
cd somewhat perfunctorily in fur
nishing the cue music for theatricals
professional and otherwise. entered
upon the scene. We were offered. and
enthusiastically accepted. place in
the orchestra where Clara was hold
Ing forth. and our salary was to have
been $35 per week, which was quite
some remuneration for big-eyed kit
just entering the high school. W.
pulled the old horses tail over thu
poor old cats stomach for solit
week, every night. without fail. Wher
Clara loosed the flood gates we fid
died hell out of Hearts and Flowers.
and when the hero bounced in at thu
crucial moment and clouted the vii
liam Jack DEMPSEY in the beezer ant
seized Clara In his onion strong ARM
we were right there with Sousa''
STARS and Stripes Forever" which
was always the sign for the audience
to go home. Then came Saturda.
night. pay night, the night we ha'
looked forward to for six long ses
sions. our every thought busy OF
what we were going to do to or witt
that thirty-five iron men. No descrip
ticn can quite parallel our feeling
when the beautiful Clara's pa. VIII
was manager of the outfit. gently in
formed US that the weeks receipt
were not enough to pay the rent an
that the leading man had hit the tie