| Until I seen you, Kid, I'll say
I never was a movie fan.
The ginks what got their sport that way
Was nuts to me. When Lillian
Pulled Gishy stuff, I froze my face,
I had no use for Mary's smile,
No goldilocks gave me a case...
Soft molls like them was not my style.
|Nor did I tumble for the vamps,
From Theda Bara down the list
To all them slinky modern champs
With twenty stunts for getting kissed.
I was a hard-boiled guy, that's all,
Who liked to watch the ponies run,
Or Babe Ruth swatting at the ball,
Film dames was not my sort of fun.
An then--well, little Clara Bow,
I'll not forget the sight I seen
For the first time a picture show
With your feet jazzing on the screen.
I loved your cute map then and there.
"Hello, old pal!" you seemed to cry,
Aw, Kid, you've got me hipped for fair,
And I'm your fan until I die!
-- Walter Haviland
Unknown Clara Bow"
Photo and poem courtesy of William Cramer
Uploaded February 24, 1998 by Gilda Tabarez at GTabarez@aol.com
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