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. |
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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 |
"The
Unknown Clara Bow"
Photo and poem courtesy of William Cramer
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Uploaded February 24, 1998 by Gilda
Tabarez at GTabarez@aol.com
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