Corn Stalker

It was no use. Harold Lloyd was too big of a star to notice little old Mabel. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get his attention. No matter how many times she stalked his dressing room, pretended to be a maid in his hotels...no matter how many thousands of perfumed letters she sent (her preference was a daub of Evening In Paris)...no matter how many times she chased after him down the street, rooted through his garbage - no matter how many restraining orders...prison sentences...he just didn't notice her.