Judge — May 28, 1921 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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Drown by Curaues Heo Mr. Moxk Gives AN imrer DNATION OF A FM How I.Came to Write By Katurrixe Nectey HAVE I write, just had the time to do it until now. First, I picked out my grandparents. father was the youngest son of an English nobleman and he was so wild and dissi- pated that one day his father took him off to a quiet place and offered to give him five and dollars if he would emigrate to 1. My grandfather took the five thousand dollars, and also his mother’s diamonds and Nora, the Irish scullery maid, and set forth to the Land of Promise Arrived here, he sold the jools and be- came wilder and more dissipated than ever while his money lasted. Grandmother was a real helpmeet to him and bought such fineries as she had seen great ladies wear. Finally they found themselves penniless in a little three-roomed cottage and spent the rest of their days in casting recriminations and dishes at each other. It is from them, however, that I got the daring and verve that the critics like so well in my writings My maternal grandfather was of French extraction; airy and cheerful in disposition and always seeing the funny side of every- thing. My grandmother was never saw a joke in her lif Grandfather. She was left a charming widow at the age of twenty-seven, but she took in washing and sewing in order to bring up her twelve fatherless children All her sons became rich and successful; all her daughters married well. It is from always intended to tell the world how I came to all great authors do, but have never My paternal grand- SCREEN COMEDIAN. her I inherit the lofty senti- ments that appear from time to time in my work, while my French grandfather gives me the wavering line of humor that runs through my fiction like a thread of gold My father and mother were commonplace, average Ameri- can citizens, which accounts for the human sympathy I show in my literary offerings My husband owns the only department store in our town. He sells everything from canned fruit to spring hats and automobile tires. Also he is town constable, sheriff, justice of the peace, postmaster and tax collector. He has been my critic and adviser throughout my literary career. I am a grandmother now. I have always done my own housework, even to washing, baking, and making lye soap. [have brought up my six chil- dren, guided their education and helped them choose suitable life-mates. They haveallsettled in our home town and each little family comes to dinner with me one night each week, turn and turn about. On Sunday all the children and grandchildren gather about our board. I do all the cooking myself and give them each a loaf of bread, a pie or so.nething like that to take home with them. My first short story was written when my youngest son was ‘THE WEATHER PROPHET WHO LAUGHED THEM OUT OF BRINGING UMBRELLAS, 20 comicbooks.com