Shrewd

Death is the friend of fame. Its enemies are records and people with good memories, for legends depend on lack of evidence. Because she has become a legend in her own lifetime, Mary Pickford feels these truths strike home. Shrewdest business woman in pictures, she has been secretly buying her old pictures to destroy them, to wipe out, except in the imagination of future generations, "America's Sweetheart" of 1910 to 1930, the golden-ringleted girl who, in the changing fashions of two decades, wept, smiled, loved, pantomimed in Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Poor Little Rich Girl, Daddy Long Legs, Madame Butterfly. Interviewed last week in Manhattan, Mary Pickford said: "Even the greatest stage artists of the past would seem funny to us now if we could see them as they really were. If I passed away tomorrow, I'd hate to think posterity was going to laugh at me. I advise all modern film people, except possibly Charles Chaplin, to get rid of their pictures too. They will be absolutely ridiculous in 20 years. . . ."

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