"When I look at My Pictures I am Pretty Much Shocked at How Terrible I am," Says "Buddy" Rogers--Public Life Difficult

Mr. Charles (Buddy) Rogers rose very graciously to receive the CRIMSON interviewers the other day with a cheery, "Well boys, working hard". It was easy to see from the very beginning that the usual stammering difficulties of talking to theatrical celebrities were happily going to be absent in this particular instance. From the very beginning Mr. Rogers' attitude would assure one that aloofness and pride were not the result of his stellar career.

An apology for disturbing his too few hours of quiet met the assurance that the still was pleased to talk to those who were so kind to drop in on him. "Of course," he went on, " this public life is a bit difficult at times. Only yesterday I went into Schrafft's for breakfast, and by the time I had finished my orange juice, a huge crowd had collected, and what is worse, the waitress dropped dishes and really made matters quite difficult in the excitement. As it is I must eat in the most obscure places just to have some peace. Yes," he mused, "it is quite difficult on occasions. But I expect to have a good rest very soon now. You see mother and I are leaving for Europe on the Paris tomorrow night, and I expect to have a real quiet vacation. I want to see all of the sights. Mother and I have heard that Buda-Pesth for instance is really quite a place if you know some one there."

"However, as for your questions about Hollywood, I am afraid you are a bit mistaken there. It really is nothing but a big country town. We go and call on one another and play games, and that sort of thing. You know the usual things one does when you visit neighbors. And then we go to bed about ten o'clock. As a matter of fact, when I came to New York to make a picture, I just couldn't get used to the late hours and that sort of thing. I was pretty much exhausted at the end of the affair. But then I really am nothing but a Middle Western boy. And when I look at my pictures, I am pretty much shocked at how terrible I am," and at this Mr. Rogers indulged in a gesture of the deepest chagrin, "You probably don't notice the faults as I do, but they seem to me to be very bad at times."

At this juncture we had already taken up much of Mr. Rogers' time and again we attempted to make an excuse for the intrusion. But Mr. Rogers said that it really was quite alright. "In fact," he went on to say, "After every show I go out to the stage door to autograph pictures for the kiddies, and I still get a big kick out of it. This whole business of theatrical life is still a big game for me and I like it." And with that he said goodbye cordially shaking hands with an extra pressure in farewell