Leslie Howard: My Public

…Thus the blow fell. Thus my public dwindled from one enthusiastic layman to one disengaged actor. But still a faint hope glimmered in my heart. Perhaps in spite of my visitor’s temporary financial embarrassment, he really was a sincere admirer of mine. I would try him.
As I borrowed the five dollars for him from my dresser, I remarked, fingering the dilapidated camera portrait:
“Would you care for one of my photos?”
He turned at the door.
“I wouldn’t deprive you, ” he said emphatically, “You’ll need it, I know – for your public.”

Leslie Howard, My Public – Published on The New Yorker, November 26, 1927

Leslie Howard, ca. 1927