Perhaps Helen Wills is keeping a diary of what she does these sunny days at Cannes. It is rumored that she makes entries every evening in a large notebook bound in red morocco and fitted with a silver clasp-lock, whose contents a U. S. publisher has contracted to bring out in the fall. If Miss Wills is really writing a diary, her many admirers are likely to read it more for its probable charm than in the expectation of finding out anything new about her, for the...
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