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MERTON OF THE MOVIES
"Bring all your Western stuff to the dressing room to-morrow," said Baird.
Western stuff—the real thing at last! He was slightly amazed later to observe the old mother outside the set. She was not only smoking a cigarette with every sign of relish, but she was singing as she did a little dance step. Still she had been under a strain all day, weeping, too, almost continuously. He remembered this, and did not judge her harshly as she smoked, danced, and lightly sang,
Her mother's name was Cleo,
Her father's name was Pat;
They called her Cleopatra,
And let it go at that.
