Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-26

any other admirer I ever had.
He was retired millionaire. old
enough to be my grandfather.
but his years didn't keep him
from falling madly in love with
me.
- He overwhelmed me with ex-
pensive gifts, furs, diamonds,
the most gorgeous bracelet I
ever owned, and an expensive car.
When he learned I was think
ing Of going to London to rejoin
Frank Tinney he begged me to
marry him, offered me anything
I could name If I would give up,
the idea.
Frank was drinking heavily
again. He refused to rehearse.
He wouldn't go on for his act
unless promised to go to him.
My life had been too closely
linked with his to ignore Franks
pleas. In spite of all he had done
to me / hated to think that his
great genius might die because
of me.
At last I relented and made
my plans to sail, booking pas
sage as Mary Robertson, the
name of my adopted parents.
Then, finally, was on my
way, embarked on a great new
adventure that was destined to
bring many thrills, more heart-
aches with Frank. new love af-
fairs with suave suitors Of the
continent. acquaintance with
royalty, and success as a film
star in Germany.
had cabled Frank / was on
my way. He had made every
arrangement to expedite my
landing. He didn't meet me, but
had sent his representatives to
whisk me to his big flat In West
London.
It seemed a little strange that
he didn't even greet me at the
door. but / understood the min
ute / stepped inside. My arrival
had to be observed with some
thing typical of Tinney original
ity.
The first thing / saw was an
aisle of eggs, two long rows OF
them, ending at a big chair at
the far end of the room. There,
Of course, sat Frank, his feet on
a cushion, sceptre in his hand.
the king Of comedy on his throne
receiving his queen-or his hum
BILE servant-as his mood might
be.
I laughed at the ridiculous set
ting.
The eggs! Why the avenue Of
eggs?"
Bubbles darling. you always
looked to me like you were
walking on them. / just wanted
to make your entrance a little
more realistic"
My hopes that our separation
might have changed Frank were
in vain. He became more exact
ing, more dependent on me than
ever. I had to play nurse maid
to him.
Still drinking, he wouldn't put
on his makeup at the theatre un-
less was there. He wouldn't re-
hearse unless / went with him,
1 never will forget his first
appearance on the stage after I
arrived. He demanded that / sit
In the front row.
AS he walked on, his eyes were
fixed on me. The spotlight
caught him in its glare.
mo, no." he yelled at the oper-
ator, pointing his finger at me.
Put the spot on Bubbles!"
The audience was polite. II was
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see Frank Tinney perform, not TO
look at me. But that made no
difference to Frank. His entire
show was directed at me. He
wouldn't even look at the others.
This is for you, Bubbles" he
said time and again.
After that experience I kept
out Of the audience and stayed in
the wings. but I had to be there,
watching his every move, or
Frank wouldn't perform.
/ arrived in London in October.
BY December a new crisis had
arisen in our lives. Franks drink
ing became worse. My efforts to
help him were getting nowhere.
1 wanted my own career and had
a chance to go to work in pic
lures in Germany------
Those circt,y,o OF pcao 1ad ~ Onr