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"I've  tried  all  ciga- 
rettes and  there's  none  so  good 
as  LUCKIES.  And  incidentally 
I'm  careful  in  my  choice  of  ciga- 
rettes. I  have  to  be  because  of 
my  throat.  Put  me  down  as  one 
who  always  reaches  for  a  LUCKY. 
It's  a  real  delight  to  find  a 
Cellophane  wrapper  that 
opens  without  an  ice  pick. 

Jean  Harlow  first  set  the 
screen  ablaze  in  "Hell's  Angels/'  the 
great  air  film/  and  she  almost  stole  the 
show  from  a  fleet  of  fifty  planes.  See  her 
"Goldie,"  a  Fox  film,  and  Columbia's 
"Platinum  Blonde." 

It's  toasted 

Your  Throat  Protection  — against  Irritation  —  against  cough 

And  Moisture-Proof  Cellophane  Keeps 
that  "Toasted"  Flavor  Ever  Fresh 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

The  Family  conference— 
about  the  "pink"   on  Mother's  tooth  brush! 

PEOPLE  used  to  be  able  to  enjoy 
"pink  tooth  brush"  in  peace  and 
quiet!  But  not  today!  Dental  science 
has  found  out  too  much  about  it!  And 
if  the  new  generation  doesn't  warn  you 
about  it,  your  dentist  is  certain  to. 

Why  is  "pink  tooth  brush"  so  com- 
mon an  ailment  in  this  day  and  age? 
"Because,"  says  modern  science,  "to 
remain  sound,  the  gums  need  the  stimu- 
lation which  only  coarse  foods  can  give 
them.  But  modern  foods  are  soft  foods 
— and,  lacking  exercise,  gums  tend  to 
become  touchy.  Eventually,  they  be- 
come so  tender  that  they  bleed." 

"Pink  tooth  brush"  may  cause  the 
teeth  to  lose  their  sparkle.  It  all  too 
often  leads  to  serious  gum  troubles  such 
as  gingivitis  or  Vincent's  disease,  or 
even  pyorrhea.  And  it  sometimes  endang- 
ers apparently  sound  teeth. 

The  answer?  Daily  massage  of  the  gums. 
But  even  more  effective,  daily  massage 
of  the  gums  with  Ipana  Tooth  Paste. 

Clean  your  teeth  with  Ipana.  Then 
put  a  little  bit  more  on  your  brush  or 
fingertip  and  rub  it  into  your  gums. 
Leave  the  Ipana  there.  It  contains  zira- 
tol,  and  the  ziratol  will  get  results 
better  if  left  on  the  gums. 

Don't  Take  Chances 

Tooth  paste  is  not  costly!  Skimping  on  your 
tooth  paste  is  decidedly  poor  economy.  For  a 
good  dentist  and  a  good  dentifrice  are  the 
most  economical  things  on  earth  ! 

You'll  like  Ipana,  first  of  all,  because 
it  is  a  splendid  tooth  paste.  It  cleans  the 
teeth  thoroughly  without  any  possibility 
of  the  enamel's  becoming  marred. 

Your  teeth  begin  to  look  whitei 
almost  at  once.  And  it  won't  be  a 
month  before  you'll  be  able  to  see  i 
decided  improvement  in  your  gums 
Keep  on  using  Ipana  with  massage  — 

. .  IPANA 

and  they'll  be  so  firm  that  you  won't 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


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Charlie  Ruggles,  Vivienne  Osborne,  Juliette 
Compton,  Harry  Bannister 



with  PAUL  LUKAS 

Judith  Wood,  Charles  "Buddy"  Rogers, 

Dorothy  Hall  and  Stuart  Erwin. 

Directed  by  Dorothy  Arzner 


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You  want  to  eee  the  stars  everyone's  talking  about  .  .  .  they're  Para- 
mount stars!  You  want  to  see  the  greatest  Broadway  stage  hits,  the  most 
popular  novels  and  magazine  stories  .  .  .  Paramount  has  them!  Para' 
mount  is  your  "buy"  word  because  Paramount  gives  you  what  you  want, 
SUPREME  ENTERTAINMENT— always  good,  often  great,  never  a 
doubt  that  "If  it's  a  Paramount  Picture  it's  the  best  show  in  town!" 

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With  Jackie  Cooper  and  Robert  Coogan. 

Directed  by  Norman  Taurog. 

Same  cast  and  director  as  "Skippy" 


With  Kay  Francis  and  William  Boyd. 
Directed  by  Stuart  Walker 


The  World's  Leading  Motion  Picture  Publication 

Vol.  XLI  No.  2 

JAMES  R.  QUIRK,  Editor  and  Publisher 

January,  1932 


Winners  of  Photoplay 
Magazine  Gold  Medal  for 
the   best   picture   of  the   year 

1920  1921  1922 

ESQUE"  DAVID"        HOOD" 

1923  1924  1921? 


1926  1927  1928 

"BEAU  "7th  "FOUR 

GESTE"        HEAVEN"        SONS" 

1929  1930 


Information  and 

Brickbats  and  Bouquets      ....       8 

Hollywood  Menus 17 

Friendly  Advice  on  Girls' 

Problems 70 

Questions  and  Answers     ....  82 

Addresses  of  the  Stars 109 

Screen  Memories  from  Photoplay  .  Ill 

Casts  of  Current  Photoplays                 .  1 1G 

High-Lights  of  This  Issue 

Close- Ups  and  Long-Shots James  R.  Quirk  25 

Hollywood's  Cruelty  to  Greta  Garbo       ....          Ruth  Biery  28 

"Five  Star  Final"  Premiere. 30 

It's  A  Long  Way  to  Tipperary! Leonard  Hall  34 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 36 

Auntie  Wanted  'Em  Bad            .         .         .         .         .         .         Jack  Jamison  50 

Chanel  Styles  in  Gloria's  Picture 52 

The  Unknown  Hollywood  I  Know  ....        Kathehine  Albert  56 

"Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde" 58 

Seymour — Photoplay's  Style  Authority 61 

Our  Guest  Page Roland  Young  65 

Winners  of  $5,000  Contest 66 

Look  in  the  Mirror!    How  Do  You  Rate  Yourself?    Carolyn  Van  Wyck  70 

Hollyhoo ,        .  73 

Photoplay's  Famous  Reviews 

Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 6 

The  Shadow  Stage 46 

Short  Subjects  of  the  Month 101 


Well,  That's  Settled 27 

Queen  Marie  of  Hollywood Josephine  Jarvis  32 

Ach !      That  Pola ! Sara  Hamilton  40 

"Charlie  MacArthur's  Wife" Katherine  Albert  45 

Man  About  Town S.  R.  Mook  54 

We  Should  Have  Known Sara  Hamilton  60 

"I'm  Not  So  Sure,"  Says  Clark  Gable    ....           Ruth  Biery  68 

'Til  Have  Vanilla" Harry  Lang  72 

That  Stuff  Is  Out Francis  Denton  77 

Marlene  Dietrich  and  Maurice  Chevalier 78 

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Copyright,  1931,  by  the  Photoplay  Publishing  Company,  Chicago 

JeanettC  MacDonald  and  Victor  McLaglen  in  a  laugh- 
worthy  farce.     (July) 

AGE  FOR  LOVE,  THE— Caddo.—  Billie  Dove  is 
good  but  the  old  familiar  story  doesn't  click.    (Oct.) 

•     ALEXANDER  HAMILTON  —  Warners.— 
George   Arliss,   need   we   say   more?     Another 
superb  characterization  of  an  historic  figure.  {Aug.) 

ALIAS  THE  BAD  MAN— Tiffany  Prod— Vou 
probably  won't  like  this  even  if  you're  a  Western  fan. 
Ken  Maynard  is  okay — but  you  simply  don't  believe 
that  story.     (Sept.) 

ALWAYS  GOODBYE— Fox.— Elissa  Landi  gives 
a  charming  performance  in  a  rather  ordinary  piece. 
Lewis  Stone  and  Paul  Cavanagh  support  her.  See  la 
Landi.     (July) 

AMBASSADOR  BILL— Fox.— Will  Rogers,  a 
mythical  kingdom  and  a  lot  of  laughs.    (Dec.) 

•  AMERICAN  TRAGEDY.  AN— Paramount- 
Dreiser's  great  tragedy  becomes  one  of  the 
month's  best  pictures.  Phillips  Holmes  and  Sylvia 
Sidney  head  a  glorious  cast.  Not  for  the  children. 

Pictures. — Inside,  and  pretty  serious  stuff  on 
what  goes  on  in  some  high  schools.  Neither  parents 
nor  children  should  miss  it.     (Dec.) 

ARIZONA  — Columbia.— (Reviewed  under  title 
"Men  Are  Like  That").  Laura  La  Plante  and  John 
Wayne  find  life  and  love  at  an  army  post.     (Oct.) 

•  BAD  COMPANY— RKO-Pathe.—  A  gang 
picture  that's  different,  with  Helen  Twelve- 
trees  and  Ricardo  Cortez  doing  some  fine  acting. 

•  BAD  GIRL— Fox.— You'll  laugh  and  cry  over 
this,  made  from  the  novel  of  the  same  name. 
Sally  Eilers  is  all  the  girls  who  live  next  door. 
That  new  kid,  James  Dunn,  bears  watching.  Don't 
miss  this  one.     (Sept.) 

Complications  between  a  sculptor,  his  ward  and  his 
sweetheart.  Paul  Lukas  and  Dorothy  Jordan  are  the 
heartthrobs — Charlie  Ruggles  screamingly  funnv. 

BLACK  CAMEL,  THE— Fox.— Here's  your  old 
pal  Charlie  Chan  (sure,  it's  only  Warner  Oland)  un- 
raveling the  mystery  of  a  movie  star's  murder  in 
Honolulu.  Great  stuff  for  the  mystery-minded  and 
other  folks,  too.     (Sept.) 

•  BLONDE  CRAZY— Warners.— Reviewed  un- 
der the  title  "Larceny  Lane."  James  Cagney 
and  Joan  Blondell  in  another  "crook  picture"  that's 
top-notch  entertainment.     (Oct.) 

•  BOUGHT — Warners. — Connie  Bennett  and 
her  father,  Richard,  rip  off  a  real  picture. 
Elegant  acting,  clothes  you'll  be  ca-razy  for,  and  a 
vivid,  human  story.  Ben  Lyon  does  the  best  work 
of  his  career.     (Sept.) 

BRANDED — Columbia. — Good  scenery,  good 
riding,  good  ol"  Buck  Jones.  But  let's  have  less  talk 
and  more  action  in  Westerns.     (Oct.) 

BRAT,  THE— Fox.— Remember  Sally  O'Neil? 
What  a  comeback  the  kid  stages  in  this  old  Maude 
Fulton  comedy-drama.  And  what  a  rough  and 
tumble  fight  she  and  Virginia  Cherrill  have!     (Sept.) 

•     BUSINESS    AND    PLEASURE— Fox.— Will 
Rogers  is  a  riot.     (Oct.) 

CAPTAIN  THUNDER— Warners.— A  dull  story 
about  a  Robin-Hoodish  captain  whose  lawless  deeds 
are  all  for  a  good  end.  Victor  Varconi  and  Fay  Wray. 

CAPTIVATION  — Capital  Prod.  —  Ho-hum,  a 
wife-in-name-only  situation,  a  stouter  Conway  Tearle 
and  a  leading  woman  who  almost  out-Dietrichs 
Garbo.    Made  in  England.     (Dec.) 

CAUGHT— Paramount.— The  plot  is  pretty  silly. 
Boy  (Dick  Arlen)  finds  mother  (Louise  Dresser)  is 
outlaw  he  was  sent  out  to  get — but  Louise  is  worth 
the  admission.     (Sept.) 

CAUGHT  PLASTERED— Kadio  Pictures.— (Re- 
viewed under  the  title  "Full  of  Notions.")— If  you 
like  Wheeler  and  Woolsey,  don't  let  this  get  by  you, 
for  it's  one  of  their  best  comedies  to  date.     (Sept.) 

•  CHAMP,  THE  — M-G-M.  — You'll  laugh, 
you'll  cry,  you'll  thrill  at  this  superb  picture 
with  those  two  great  artists,  Jackie  Cooper  and 
Wallace  Beery.     Don't  miss  this  one.     (Dec.) 

CHANCES— First  National.— Young  Doug's  first 
starring  picture  is  a  war  thriller.  The  lad  is  good 
but  the  story  is  so-so.     (July) 

iJrief  Ixeviews  of 
Current  Pictures 

•jt  Indicates  photoplay  was  named  as  one  of  the  best  upon  its  month  of  review 

•     CISCO    KID,    THE— Fox— Warner    Baxter 
makes  the  girls'  hearts  beat  double  time  in  this 
thriller.  The  plot  isn't  new  but  the  treatment  is.  (Nov.) 

COMMON  LAW,  THE— RKO-Pathe.— A  poor 
adaptation  of  an  old  favorite  but  Constance  Bennett 
is  worth  seeing.     Sophisticated  fare.  (Aug.) 

COMPROMISED — First  National.—  ( Reviewed 
under  the  title  "We  Three".)  Just  uh-huh  on  this 
one.  It  neither  bores  nor  thrills.  About  a  million- 
aire.    (Nov.) 

CONFESSIONS  OF  A  CO-ED— Paramount  — 
Not  a  very  convincing  piece  with  Sylvia  Sidney, 
Phillips  Holmes  and  Norman  Foster.  College 
atmosphere.     (Aug.) 

Spring  r  ashion 

Preview ! 

Lights  sputter,  the  camera 
grinds,  a  star  walks  across  the 
stage  in  a  new  gown — and  that 
is  how  Spring  fashions  make 
their  first  bow  from  the  screen. 

What's  new  for  Spring  1932? 
Is  the  silhouette  straighter? 
Shall  you  tilt  your  hat? 

Let  Seymour  answer  these 
questions  for  you  in  the  Feb- 
ruary Photoplay.  Don't  miss 
his  section  of  smart  new  screen 
clothes — you  will  be  copying 
them  for  Spring. 

tures.— Don't  miss  this  truly  sophisticated  1931 
movie,  with  Irene  Dunne  and  Pat  "Front  Page" 
O'Brien.     (Nov.) 

CONVICTED — Supreme  Features. — A  murder 
mystery  at  sea  and  a  good  one,  with  Aileen  Pringle 
and  Harry  Myers.    (Dec.) 

Lawrence  Tibbett's  voice.  Lupe  Velez'  love- 
making  and  Jimmy  Durante's  darn  foolishness  in  a 
lusty  story  of  marines  in  Cuba.    Great  stuff.     (Dec.) 

•  DADDY  LONG  LEGS— Fox.— The  beloved 
classic  with  Janet  Gaynor  in  a  r61e  just  suited 
to  her  but  just  a  little  too  saccharine.  Warner  Baxter 
as  the  bachelor.    Take  the  family.    (July) 

DANGEROUS  AFFAIR,  A— Columbia— A  fast- 
moving  and  surprise-filled  "shrieker"  with  Jack  Holt 
and  Ralph  Graves.     (Nov.) 


— Sessue  Hayakawa  and  Anna  May  Wong  in  an 
Oriental  mystery.  Recommended  if  you  like  your 
murders  sinister.     (Oct.) 

DER  GROSSE  TENOR— UFA.— A  slow  moving. 
all-German  talkie  with  Emil  Jannings  in  a  typical 
Jannings  role.    A  song  or  two.     (Aug.) 

•  DEVOTION— RKO-Pathe.— Perfect  cast,  ex- 
cellent direction  and  sparkling  dialogue  make 
this  moth-eaten  plot  a  picture  you  must  not  miss. 
Ann  Harding.     (Nov.) 

DREYFUS  CASE,  THE— Columbia.— An  accu- 
rate account  of  the  famous  Dreyfus-Emile  Zola 
rumpus,  made  in  England  with  a  fine  British  cast. 

EAST  OF  BORNEO— Universal.— The  title  tells 
the  story.  Real  Borneo  scenery,  excellent  studio 
"fakes."  Charles  Bickford  and  Rose  Hobart  make 
it  interesting  enough.     (Sept.) 

ENEMIES  OF  THE  LAW— Regal  Prod.— Unless 
you  want  to  see  Lou  Tellegen's  brand  new  face-lift, 
you  can  check  this  off  your  list.  Not  even  Mary 
Nolan's  beauty  compensates  for  that  old  formula 
877 — a  gangster  story.     (Sept.) 

EVERYTHING'S  ROSIE— Radio  Pictures.— One 
of  the  talkiest  talkies  yet  released.    (July) 

EX-BAD  BOY— Universal.— If  you  like  gag- 
farce,  you'll  get  a  kick  out  of  this.  Robert  Armstrong 
and  Jean  Arthur  give  fine  comedy  acting.     (Aug.) 

EXPENSIVE  WOMEN— Warners.— A  pretty  un- 
happy return  to  the  screen  for  Dolores  Costello.  The 
less  said  about  it  the  better.     (Aug.) 

EXPRESS  13— UFA.— A  thrilling  German- 
dialogue  film  that  makes  you  wish  you'd  paid  more 
attention  to  your  German  teacher.     (Oct.) 

FANNY  FOLEY  HERSELF— Radio  Pictures- 
Edna  May  Oliver's  first  starring  film.  You'll  laugh 
and — what's  more — vou'll  cry.  In  Technicolor.  See 
it.     (Oct.) 

FIFTY  FATHOMS  DEEP  —  Columbia— Why 
waste  Jack  Holt  and  Dick  Cromwell  on  that  same  old 
plot?  Oh  sure,  they  are  deep  sea  divers  in  love  with 
one  girl.     (Nov.) 

FIGHTING  SHERIFF,  THE  —  Columbia.  — 
Recommended  for  dyed-in-the-wool  Western  fans. 
Others  will  find  it  just  average  film  fare.  Buck 
Jones  is  the  hero.     (Sept.) 

FIRST  AID— Sono  Art.— In  which  a  lot  of  people 
— Grant  Withers,  Marjorie  Beebe  and  Wheeler  Oak- 
man — do  a  lot  of  unconvincing  things  unconvinc- 
ingly.     (Sept.) 

FIVE  AND  TEN— M-G-M.— Marion  Davies 
with  a  splendid  cast.  Adapted  from  the  Fannie 
Hurst  story— jerky  in  spots.    (Aug.) 

•  FIVE  STAR  FINAL— First  National.— Rush 
to  the  nearest  theater.  You  mustn't  miss 
this  exciting  story  of  tabloid  newspaper  sensa- 
tionalism.    Eddie   Robinson  is  superb.     (Sept.) 

FLOOD,  THE — Columbia. — A  weak,  poorly 
directed  story  which  the  good  acting  of  Eleanor 
Boardman  and  Monte  Blue  cannot  save.     (July) 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


Ask  the  manager  of  your  favorite  theatre 
when  they're  playing  DELICIOUS.  And  keep 
an  eye  out  for  other  superb  attractions  soon 
to  come:  Elissa  Land/  and  Lionel  Barrymore  in 
THE  YELLOW  TICKET,  Will  Rogers  in 
AMBASSADOR  BILL,  James  Dunn,  So//y  Eilers 
and  Mae  Marsh  in  OVER  THE   HILL. 



It's  well-named. ..this  most  entrancing  of 
Gaynor-Farrell  romances.  Here  Janet  is 
a  Scotch  lass. ..very  close  to  your  heart.  A 
handsome  American  (Charlie  Farrell  to  you) 
falls  madly  in  love  with  her,  a  romantic 
Russian  adores  her,  a  Swede  befriends  her 
and  a  burly  Irish  detective  pursues  her! 
You've  never  seen  such  a  comedy  of 
errors,  so  gay  a  tangle  of  laughter  and 
romance.  A  love  story  deliriously  different! 

Six  sparkling  musical 
hits  by  world-renowned 
George  Gershwin,  com- 
poser of  "Rhapsody  in 
Blue, "are  woven  into  the 
story.  You'll  enjoy  Gersh- 
win's new  and  brilliant 
"Second   Rhapsody." 

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Pictures  and  Personalities 

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month— $25,  $10  and  $5.  Literary  ability  doesn't 
count.  But  candid  opinions  and  constructive  sugges- 
tions do.  Write  up  to  200  words,  no  more.  We  must 
reserve  the  right  to  cut  letters  to  suit  space  limitations, 
and  no  letters  can  be  returned.  Address  The  Editor, 
PHOTOPLAY,  221  West  57th  Street,  New  York  City. 


A  few  months  ago  my  sister  came  over  from 
Norway.  She  had  not  the  slightest  knowledge 
of  English  and  therefore  I  hit  upon  the  idea 
of  taking  her  regularly  three  times  a  week  to 
the  movies. 

It  was  surprising  to  see  the  work  of  talking 
pictures  as  an  English  teacher  to  a  foreigner. 
At  the  same  time  they  were  entertaining.  By 
seeing  the  actions  of  the  players  and  hearing 
them  speak  at  the  same  time,  my  sister  picked 
up  the  language  very  quickly. 

Both  she  and  I  are  grateful  for  the  invention 
of  talking  pictures  and  I  hope  others  will 
experiment  in  the  same  way. 

Magdalena  Hansen,  New  York  City 


The  movies  have  a  wonderful  message  of 
encouragement  for  middle-aged  people  in  the 
accomplishments  of  Marie  Dressier,  George 
Arliss,  Lionel  Barrymore,  and  many  other  not- 
young  actors  and  actresses. 

When  you  see  them  on  the  screen,  being  their 
age  and  making  that  age  vital,  interesting, 
enviable  and  powerful,  you  know  that  in  real 
life  they  are  beloved,  respected  and  popular. 
Then  you  realize  that  real  success  is  not 
measured  by  years  but  by  spirit. 

Alice  Cassidy,  Oakland,  Calif. 


When  one  of  the  Duncan  sisters,  in  "It's 
a  Great  Life,"  catches  a  cold  the  other  one 
suggests  raw,  sliced  onions  sprinkled  with 
brown  sugar  as  a  cure  and  it  worked  wonders 
not  only  for  Vivian  Duncan  but  for  Frieda 
Corman  as  well.  For,  ever  since  I  saw  this 
picture,  I've  used  the  raw  onion  cure  for  colds 
and  it's  always  been  successful. 

Frieda  Corman,  Toledo,  Ohio 


I'm  just  a  boy  but  I  know  my  actresses 
and  actors,  also  what  pictures  I  like.  What 
we  kids  want  is  pictures  like  "Skippy,"  "Tom 
Sawyer,"  and  "Huckleberry  Finn."  My  chum 
and  I  go  to  the  show  every  Saturday,  and 
gosh,  we  don't  want  to  sit  through  an  hour 
and  a  half  of  love-making  and  such  mush,  we 
want  pictures  with  some  pep  and  laughs  in 

On  Saturday  we  saw  Stan  Laurel  and  Oliver 
Hardy  in  "Pardon  Us"  and  it  was  great.  I 
like  Marie  Dressier  (I  go  to  see  all  her  pic- 
tures), Wallace  Beery  and,  of  course,  big  Gary 
Cooper  and  Dick  Barthelmess  and  I  think 
I'm  going  to  like  Clark  Gable,  but  I  don't  like 
(and  with  a  big  D)  Nancy  Carroll  (she  puts 
on  too  much),  Greta  Garbo  (she  has  no  pep) 
and  Connie  Bennett  (she  is  too  high-hat). 

And  please  make  them  let  Fatty  Arbuckle 
come  back.    I  have  read  lots  about  him  and  I 


know  he  must  be  good  because  my  mother 
and  dad  say  he  was  a  good  comedian. 

Frank  Logan,  Winnipeg,  Canada 


Where  can  I  meet  the  sort  of  people  who 
know  how  to  live  warmly  and  beautifully? 
Where  can  I  mingle  with  people  whose  lives 
consist  of  something  more  than  eating,  sleep- 
ing and  producing  children?  Where — but  at 
the  movies?  Here,  for  two  hours,  at  any  rate, 
I  live  among  a  charming  and  delighted  com- 
pany. I  chat  with  them,  laugh  with  them 
and  dream  with  them.  For  two  hours  they 
are  close  to  me  and  I  strain  them  to  my 
heart.  Then,  the  final  flash  upon  the  screen, 
the  cruel  lights,  and  they  are  gone,  hopelessly 
out  of  reach. 

Mary  Wallace,  Jackson  Heights, 

Long  Island,  N.  Y. 


I've  seen  "Susan  Lenox,"  and  never 
have  I  seen  Greta  when  she  seemed  more 
human.     She  was  adorable.     If  Clark  Gable 

THE  postman  got  a  crick  in  his  back 
from  carrying  in  letters  about 
"Susan  Lenox."  Some  folks  liked  the 
girl  who  did  all  that  rising  and  falling 
and  some  didn't.  Some  were  crazy 
about  Garbo,  some  about  Gable  and 
some  didn't  like  either.  But  there  were 
more  who  liked  than  didn't.  Every- 
body wrote  about  it  and  there  wasn't 
a  lukewarm  opinion  in  the  bagful. 

There  was  all  praise — and  no  blame 
— for  Helen  Hayes  in  "The  Sin  of 
Madelon  Claudet,"  and  if  you  folks 
mean  what  you  say,  that  little  lady  is 
the  next  big  star,  although  there  are 
plenty  of  boosters  for  Madge  Evans, 
Joan  Blondell,  Jimmie  Dunn  and  Mae 

Crawford,  Shearer,  Garbo,  Bankhead 
and  Dietrich  still  inspire  the  literary 
Muse  and,  with  tears  in  their  letters, 
Buddy  Rogers'  fans  beg  him  to  throw 
away  that  saxophone,  give  up  those 
ideas  of  conducting  a  band  and  string 
along  with  the  Hollywood  cameras. 

"The  Spirit  of  Notre  Dame"  caused  a 
lot  of  discussion — some  were  "fer"  some 
"agin."  But  there  were  a  lot  more 
"fers,"  and  everybody  seemed  to  like 
Ann  Harding  and  smooth-voiced  Leslie 
Howard  in  "Devotion." 

So  that's  how  you  felt  this  month. 
What  do  you  have  to  say  next?  Don't 
mind  the  postman — he  likes  his  job. 
Sharpen  up  your  pencils  and  your  wits 
and  tell  us  how  you  feel  about  the 
movies.     This  is  your  department. 

has  that  effect  on  her,  she  should  act  with 
him  more  often. 

Helen  Perry,  Pasadena,  Calif. 

Impatiently  waiting  for  the  showing  of 
"Susan  Lenox,"  I  almost  knocked  the  door 
down  getting  in  the  minute  of  the  first  show- 
ing. Imagine  my  bitter  disappointment  and 
positive  rage  to  find  the  heroine  in  the  picture 
a  poverty  stricken,  low-bred,  raw-boned  Swed- 
ish girl — when  in  the  book  she  was  described 
as  a  dainty,  lovely  American  girl  of  refinement. 
Ora  Widener,  Jacksonville,  Fla. 

Greta  Garbo  thrilled  me  so  in  "Susan 
Lenox"  that  I  had  to  see  the  picture  twice. 
I  am  worried  by  rumors  that  she  is  going  to 
leave  the  screen.  Oh,  Greta,  please  stay  and 
make  the  world  more  beautiful. 

Mrs.  G.  Fleming,  Michigan  City,  Ind. 

Miss  Garbo's  "Susan  Lenox,"  in  my  opinion, 
was  badly  directed  and  not  nearly  as  fine  a 
picture  as  it  should  have  been.  Garbo  re- 
mains dumb  throughout  the  first  scenes. 
Mr.  Gable  carried  the  play  entirely  here,  but 
his  shoulders  are  broad  and  his  talent  true. 
Stella  D.  Rothwell,  Brookline,  Mass. 

I  used  to  wonder  why  all  this  noise  about 
Greta  Garbo.  She  didn't  look  so  hot  to  me, 
but  I  hadn't  seen  that  masterpiece,  "Susan 
Lenox."  What  a  perfectly  gorgeous  picture! 
They  tell  me  that  Clark  Gable  was  in  it,  too, 
but  I  hardly  saw  him  for  looking  at  Garbo. 
Grace  Smith,  Ellensburg,  Wash. 

In  "Susan  Lenox"  the    magnificent   Greta 
Garbo  demonstrates  once   more   that  she   is 
the  screen's  finest  actress.     The  combination 
of  Miss  Garbo  and  Clark  Gable  is  perfect. 
Mrs.  Josephine  Stiebel,  New  York  City 


"The  Spirit  of  Notre  Dame"  is  everything 
the  publicity  agents  say  it  is.  The  football 
scenes  are  authentic;  the  students  act  like 
pleasant,  ordinary  young  college  men  and  not 
like  the  silly  fools  some  pictures  make  of 
them;  the  scenes  in  the  college  dining  hall  are 
just  as  they  would  take  place;  the  college 
dances  are  free  from  drunken  couples. 

"The  Spirit  of  Notre  Dame"  bears  the  dis- 
tinction of  being  the  first  college  film  that  is 
true  to  life. 

Catherine  E.  Flinn,  Dorchester,  Mass. 

The  first  football  picture  of  the  year,  "The 
Spirit  of  Notre  Dame,"  was  sure  an  upset  to 
me.  Imagine  boys  of  the  build  of  Billy  Bake- 
well  and  Lew  Ayres  as  backfield  men  in  one 
of  the  country's  great  football  teams. 

Of  course,  we  all  realize  that  light  men  are 
no  freaks  in  modern  football,  but  this  picture 
carried  it  too  far.  Light  football  players  are 
usually  well  built. 

Joseph  Eigen,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

Pepsodent  announces 
a  notable  new  discovery 

An  entirely  new  cleansing  and  polishing  material  has  been  developed  by 
Pepsodent  Laboratories.  It  is  twice  as  soft  as  polishing  materials  in  common  use. 
Teeth  are  given  higher  polish,  brighter  luster — FILM  stains  disappear  completely. 

THE  Pepsodent  Laboratories 
announce  a  new  discovery.  A 
revolutionary  discovery  contained  in 
Pepsodent  Toothpaste  for  more  than 
;ix  months. 

Your  dentist  will  tell  you  Pepsodent's 
jolicy  has  always  been  to  improve  con- 
;tantly — "no  fixed  formula"  to  hamper 
progress.  Research  laboratories  have  a 
labit,  in  this  modern  age,  of  quickly  ob- 
;oleting  prior  ideas.  As  new  dental  ad- 
vances have  come,  Pepsodent  has  been 
:he  first  to  adopt  them. 

Now  once  more  Pepsodent  advances, 
rhis  time  through  a  notable  new  discov- 
ery that  possesses  three  exclusive  virtues : 

I.  The  new  cleansing  and  polishing 
material  in  Pepsodent  stands  un- 
surpassed in  removing  stained,  de- 
structive FILM. 

;.  The  new  texture  is  invisibly  fine.  As 
a  result  it  imparts  a  higher  polish  to 
enamel  — a  brilliant  glaze  or  luster. 

).  The  new  material  is  safe—  this  is 
most  important  of  all.  Safe  because 
it's  soft— yes,  twice  as  soft— as  pol- 
ishing materials  in  common  use. 

Having  made  this  new  discovery  we 
faced  an  equally  great  problem.  How  to 
combine  it  in  our  present  formula  with- 
out altering  appearance  or  sacrificing 
the  famous  flavor  that  has  made  Pepso- 
dent so  long  preferred  by  millions.  We 
mastered  this.  In  taste  and  in  looks  it  is 
still  the  Pepsodent  you  have  always 
known.  In  results  and  safety  it  is  new. 

Keeps  teeth  lovelier — safely 

Pepsodent's  new  cleansing  and  polish- 
ing material  brings  a  change  in  teeth's 
appearance  within  a  few  days'  time. 
Newly  discovered,  it  is  different,  totally 
different,  from  any  now  in  use. 

These  facts  are  interesting :  this  dis- 
covery followed  7  years  of  research  .  . . 
3  tons  of  raw  materials  were  used  in 
laboratory  tests  ...  we  held  a  compe- 
tition from  among  the  ablest  minds  in 
chemistry  .  .  .  new  equipment  had  to 
be  invented,  then  erected  .  .  .  the  pro- 
cess is  a  carefully  guarded  secret 

The  idea  was  simple:   to   combine 

super  film-removing  power  with  super 
safety  and  yet  retain  the  original  appear- 
ance and  taste  of  Pepsodent.  A  para- 
dox! A  seemingly  hopeless  task  that  has 
been  the  goal  of  every  toothpaste  man- 
ufacturer for  the  last  decade. 
Pepsodent  has  solved  it! 

Pepsodent— Special  FILM-removing 

Removing  FILM  is,  and  always  will  be, 
Pepsodent's  chief  duty. Today's  Pepso- 
dent performs  that  duty  better  than  any 
toothpaste  ever  has  before. 

FILM  is  that  slippery  coating  on  your 
teeth.  It  gathers  germs  that  cause  decay. 
It  glues  them  tightly  to  enamel.  FILM 
absorbs  the  stains  from  food  and  smok- 
ing and  makes  teeth  unattractive.  Re- 
moving FILM  is  important  for  beauty 
and  for  health. 

Get  a  tube  of  Pepsodent  today.  Note 
howsmooth  and  creamy.  It  is  safe.  ..  ut- 
terly safe  ...  on  the  softest  baby  teeth  and 
the  most  delicate  enamel.  Pepsodent  is 
today's  outstanding  scientific  toothpaste. 


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I  never  knew  just  why  "Madame  X"  left 
me  rather  unmoved  in  spite  of  Ruth  Chatter- 
ton's  good  work.  Only  after  seeing  the  un- 
forgettable, poignant  and  soul  stirring  per- 
formance of  Helen  Hayes  in  "The  Sin  of 
Madelon  Claudet"  did  I  realize  what  was 
wrong  with  "Madame  X."  Contrast  the  final 
scenes  of  both  plays,  and  note  the  make-up 
of  the  stars,  to  find  the  answer. 

Louise  Branx,  New  York  City 


I  have  been  watching  with  interest  the 
fight  over  Garbo  supremacy  from  a  dis- 
tance of  12,000  miles.  Why  are  the  Amer- 
icans gone  head  over  heels  on  Garbo?  Their 
own  actresses  are  not  lacking  in  Garbo  appeal. 
For  instance,  Joan  Crawford  is  a  perfect 
actress.  She  is  divine.  Give  her  a  Garbo 
story  and  I'm  sure  she  will  excel  Garbo. 

Kutxikar,  Mysore,  India 


Although  even  the  foremost  talkie  theaters 
in  Manila  are  showing  silent  films,  Filipinos 
like  the  talkies.  They  like  revues  and  musical 
romances  the  best.  They  still  prefer  the 
Valentino  and  Gilbert  type  of  hero  and  they 
like  their  love  making  spread  on  thick.  The 
outstanding  favorites  are  Ramon  Novarro, 
Greta  Garbo,  Joan  Crawford,  the  Farrell- 
Gaynor  team,  Norma  Shearer,  John  Gilbert 
and  Douglas  Fairbanks. 

Blas  A.  Alejaxdre,  Manila,  P.  I. 

The  talkies  are  splendid  but  who  wants  true 

How  do  you  keep  it  on,  Dorothy?  Your 
hat,  of  course,  Miss  Jordan !  It  is  a 
very  pert  piece  of  millinery  but  you 
shouldn't  trust  it  in  a  strong  wind. 
Seymour  thinks  it's  great  —he  likes 
its  rakish  tilt,  and  the  smart  combina- 
tion of  felt  and  chenille.  That  feather 
pom-pon  is  good  for  these  new  half- 
and-half  turbans 


Underwood  &  Underw 

These  children  cost  their  father  $7,185  last  year  for  food,  lodging,  clothes 
and  amusements.  But  daddy  can  afford  it.  In  fact,  he  provides  $6,000  a 
year  for  each.  The  rest  is  put  in  savings  accounts.  Who's  the  papa? 
Why,  Charlie  Chaplin.  Don't  you  think  the  boys — Charlie,  Jr.,  and 
Sidney — look  like  him? 

to  life  stories?  Such  pictures  as  "Cimarron." 
"The  Last  Flight,"  "The  Spider,"  "Daughter 
of  the  Dragon"  and  the  Charlie  Chan  pictures 
mean  romance  and  adventure  in  our  everyday 
monotonous  lives. 

Elizabeth  Webb,  Regina,  Canada 


It's  a  Molly  Gump  day  and  your  daughter's 
birthday  to  boot  and  you're  far  from  those 
who  care  and  you  feel  that  life  is  a  bitter  pill 
that  you  can't  swallow.  And  then  you  see  a 
movie  advertised  and  for  three  lire  you  may  go 
in  and  feel  that  you're  across  the  pond  in  good 
old  Richmond.  The  movies  help  homesickness. 
Mrs.  Carroll  T.  Scott,  Rome,  Italy 


The  news  in  the  London  press  of  the  banning 
in  this  country,  by  our  grandmotherly  censors, 
of  "An  American  Tragedy"  has  led  me  to 
write  and  ask  what  on  earth  you  people  who 
are  (to  use  one  of  your  own  expressions) 
'"cinema  conscious"  must  think  of  us  over 

Far  be  it  from  me  to  decry  Great  Bri 
in  any  shape  or  form.  It's  a  great  old  cou 
but  really,  when  it  comes  to  the  cinema 
are  still  back  in  pre-war  days  both  as  reg 
our  mentality  and  our  views  on  produci 
J.  X.  Eisexecger,  London,  Engla 


After  seeing  Leslie  Howard  with'Ann  Har 
in  "Devotion,"  I  am  eager  to  see  more  p 
with  English  actors  in  the  cast.  Alter 
those  English  actors  have  a  way  with  t 
and  they  do  not  have  to  be  either  youn 
handsome  to  hold  their  audiences. 

Irene  Kirkbride,  Cleveland,  Oh 


I  spent  a  belated  vacation  in  Canada 
fall.  In  Toronto  I  saw  two  pictures— "Mor 
Business"  and  "The  Unholy  Garden" — at 
of  the  leading  downtown  theaters.  In 
theater,  the  screen  was  fairly  good  but 
sound  apparatus  was  ghastly.  I  could  ha 
understand  the  voices.  In  the  other  the. 
both  projection  and  sound  were  only  fair 




This  is  a  neat  trick  if  you  can  do  it.  If  you  miss  that  other  stirrup  your 
head  hits  the  ground  and  the  orchestra  plays  "Hearts  and  Flowers." 
Ride  'em  cowboy  Ken  Maynard  just  loves  this  sort  of  thing  and  doesn't 
enjoy  his  morning's  oatmeal  unless  he  does  a  few  stunts  like  this  before 
breakfast.  "Oh  yeah?"  says  Mrs.  Maynard,  with  an  Edna  May  Oliver  sniff 

In  Montreal  I  had  seen  all  the  pictures 
playing  at  the  larger  houses,  but  went  to  two 
smaller  ones  in  the  downtown  section.  "Trans- 
atlantic," the  photography  of  which  was  lauded 
by  critics,  was  a  foggy  maze,  out  of  which  the 
voices  emerged  like  foghorns.  "The  Magnif- 
icent Lie"  looked  as  though  it  had  suffered 
from  smallpox.  And  Ruth  Chatterton's 
glorious  speaking  voice  sounded  more  like 
Marjorie  White's  (all  right  for  Marjorie,  but 
not  for  Ruth!).  If  some  of  the  Canadians 
don't  like  talkies,  I  can  now  understand  why. 
Somebody  ought  to  sell  them  up-to-date  pro- 
jection and  sound  apparatus. 

Alice  Francis,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 


To  the  stars  who  are  willing  that  one  should 
take  a  peek  at  the  interiors  of  their  homes  and 
at  their  wardrobes,  and  who  tell  us  about  the 
expected  arrival  of  the  new  baby,  we  should 
express  some  appreciation.  It  is  not  entirely 
through  curiosity,  as  some  would  have  it,  but 
through  admiration  and  interest  that  we  like 
to  know  more  about  them. 

Mrs.  E.  T.  Stevens,  Eureka,  Calif. 


Mary  Brian  is  one  of  the  most  beautiful 
and  talented  actresses  in  Hollywood.  It's 
true  she  isn't  gay  like  Shearer  or  glamorous 
like  Garbo  or  sophisticated  like  Connie  Ben- 
nett, but  she  has  something  that  none  of  these 
actresses  has — that  sweet,  winning,  winsome 
personality  that  everyone  adores.  In  the  bank 
where  I  work  we  took  a  vote  and  Mary  Brian 
was  the  favorite. 

Myrtle  Stewart,  Troy,  N.  Y. 


If  someone  tells  me  of  my  faults,  I  am  apt 
to  become  irritated,  but  I  can  see  them  on 
the  screen  and  immediately  decide  to  mend 
my  ways. 

Elizabeth  Paulson,  Longview,  Wash. 


I  have  a  daughter  eighteen  who  is  just  now 
trying  to  acquire  mannerisms  fitting  a  sophisti- 
cated young  woman  of  today. 

She  cannot  be  persuaded  to  miss  any  of 

either  Connie  Bennett's  or  Ann  Harding's 
pictures  and,  believe  me,  she  is  beginning  to 
be  most  satisfactorily  proper.  I  think  that 
this  is  one  of  the  most  important  advantages 
of  pictures,  they  teach  a  person  how  to  handle 
many  situations. 

Mrs.  J.  Reginald  Lynch,  Flint,  Mich. 


We  want  Mary  Pickford  more  often,  but 
we  don't  want  her  to  spoil  herself  in  such 
pictures  as  "Kiki."  There  are  plenty  of  ham 
actors  for  parts  like  that.  Mary,  give  us 
something  like  "Tess  of  the  Storm  Country." 
You're  not  too  old  for  little  girl  parts,  you  just 
think  you  are. 

Mrs.  John  Ordway,  Findlay,  Ohio 


Clean  cut  and  handsome  and  a  capable 
actor,  perfect  to  typify  the  American  youth, 
Buddy  Rogers'  place  should  be  first  among  the 
young  male  stars.  I  hope  he  will  continue 
with  his  acting  and  not  turn  to  music.  We 
have  many  good  musicians  but  few  actors  as 
good  as  he. 

George  Christie,  Berkeley,  Calif. 


One  becomes  weary  of  looking  at  beautiful 
wax  figures  and  that's  what  these  beautiful 
stars  remind  me  of,  with  their  same  sleek 
hairdress,  same  languid  and  bored  air,  and 
same  pose  in  holding  a  cigarette,  with  hand 
on   hip. 

Now  look  at  Barbara  Stanwyck.  Strictly 
speaking,  Barbara  is  not  beautiful,  but,  I'll 
take  her  any  time. 

Bessie  Krazok,  Philadelphia,  Penna. 

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Once  they  were  happy — just  like  this ! 
Now  Helene  Costello  has  walked  out 
on  hubby  Lowell  Sherman  and  then- 
lawyers  are  having  a  big  pow-wow. 
They  say  the  trouble  was  that  Lowell 
didn't  like  Helene's  brother-in-law, 
Jack  Barrymore.  Yes,  friends,  "in- 
law" worries  pester  even  in  Hollywood 


The  Audience  Speaks  Up 


To  say  that  the  "fcmmes"  are  going  wild 
over  this  so-called  handsome,  fascinating 
Gable  boy  may  be  true,  but  why  not  give  Lew 
Ayres  and  Joel  McCrea  a  chance  to  win  some 
hearts?  Most  girls  of  today,  in  my  opinion, 
do  not  care  for  this  harsh,  hold  type  of  Gable, 
so  let's  see  more  of  Lew  and  Joel. 

MARGE  BlCKXEY,  Sandusky,  Ohio 


In  a  story  about  David  Manners  in  the 
October  PHOTOPLAY,  the  author  marveled 
over  the  fact  that  Manners,  although  he  had 
been  educated  in  staid  British  institutions, 
was  really  as  American  as  a  silver  dollar  and 
not  a  broad  "A"  in  a  carload.  There  is  no 
mystery  about  that.  Manners  was  born  in 
Canada  and  educated  in  a  well-known  Cana- 
dian university  where  we  don't  go  around 
sipping  tea'  and  uttering  "jolly  good"  and 
"simply  ripping,"  and  when  we  answer  the 
telephone  we  don't  say  "Are  you  theah?" 

Cory  Kilvert,  Winnipeg,  Man.,  Canada 


William  Haines  is  one  of  the  best  actors 
who  was  ever  on  the  screen  or  ever  will  be. 
He  is  both  talented  and  handsome.    In  "Get- 
Rich-Quick  Wallingford"  he  was  perfect. 
Mrs.  Grace  Longo,  New  York  City 


Pictures  of  young  kids  going  on  wild  parties 
are  thought  to  be  bad  for  youngsters  to  see, 
but  my  sisters  agree  with  me  when  I  say  that 
the  more  I  see  of  that  kind  of  life,  the  more  dis- 
gusted I  become  with  it,  and  the  more  I  see 
of  the  crazy  things  they  do  when  under  the  in- 
fluence, the  less  I  care  to  get  drunk. 

Those  pictures  haven't  ruined  me. 

M.  H.  Long,  San  Mateo,  Calif. 


In  traveling,  I  found  the  Europeans  have  a 
most  unflattering  opinion  of  American  girls, 
which  is  based  on  the  films  they  see.  I  began 
fancying  myself  a  foreigner  looking  at  Amer- 
ican pictures  and  was  amazed  to  find  so  many 
jazzy,  whoopee  girl  pictures.  When  I  saw 
Douglas  Fairbanks'  picture  "Reaching  for  the 
Moon,"  I  couldn't  enjoy  it  because  I  know  how 
popular  he  is  in  Europe  and  how  many  eyes 
would  see  again  a  disgusting  spectacle  of 
American  girlhood  as  portrayed  in  that  film. 
Mrs.  H.  A.  Laidlaw,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


From  the  vantage  point  of  three  years  as  an 
usher  and  four  years  as  a  cashier  at  a  movie 
theater,  during  which  time  I've  talked  to  hun- 
dreds of  fans,  I  make  these  comments: 

Greta  Garbo  has  reached  the  crest  of  her 

The  newsreel  could  be  made  much  more  ap- 
pealing to  women. 

The  Cinderella  motive  could  be  used  more 
than  it  is  at  present.  Witness  the  success  of 
"  Daddy  Long  Legs." 

The  older  folks  do  not  care  for  vaudeville. 

The  average  fan  has  long  ago  forgotten  about 
Arbuckle's  case  and  will  welcome  him  back  if 
lie  delivers  the  goods. 

Clara  How  will  have  a  difficult  time  making 
good  with  many  people,  when  she  returns. 

Sentiment  is  due  for  a  return  engagement. 
Isauell  Verbella,  Detroit,  Mich. 


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Clark  Gable  is  perfect,  except  for  his  un- 
plucked  eyebrows.  Pluck  them,  Clark.  We'll 
lie  watching  for  you  to  do  it. 

Helen  Besse,  Rayne,  La. 

This  gown  is  lovely  enough  to  be  a 
wedding  dress  but  it  is  just  a  gorgeous 
hostess  gown  that  Juliette  Compton 
wears  in  "Husband's  Holiday."  At 
the  moment  we  don't  know  whether 
this  is  why  husbands  take  holidays  — 
or  why  they  shouldn't !  Seymour  says 
jeweled  embroidery  is  adding  glamour 
to  the  best  costumes  these  days.  It 
certainly  is  doing  its  best  for  this  blue 
crepe  gown.  Necklines  are  squaring 
off  smartly,  too,  it  seems 


To  all  belittlers  of  the  movies  who  claim  that 
the  film  industry  is  still  in  its  infancy,  I  recom- 
mend the  entertaining  Paramount  "Screen 
Souvenirs."  These  two-reelers  show  the  evolu- 
tion of  the  movies  from  the  days  of  the  nickel- 
odeons to  the  present  time.  We  laugh  at  the 
overly  melodramatic  antics  of  Mary  Pickford, 
Norma  Talmadge,  Lillian  Gish,  Theda  Bara, 
Louise  Glaum  and  Mae  Murray.  We  wonder 
how  we  could  ever  have  considered  these  ab- 
surd melodramas  with  even  a  modicum  of 
seriousness.  Yes,  we  have  developed  mentally 
along  with  the  motion  pictures,  and  the  motion 
picture  has  been  instrumental  in  our  mental 

L.  E.  Mexdlowitz,  Pittsburgh,  Penna. 


Three  years  ago  Greta  Garbo  sat  on  the 
top-most  rung  of  my  Hollywood  ladder.  The 
next  fifty  rungs  below  her  were  empty.  Today 
Garbo  is  still  firmly  on  top,  but  not  far  from 
the  top  is  that  charming  girl  who  bowled  me 
over  by  stealing  "The  Smiling  Lieutenant" 
and  "Twenty-four  Hours."  The  name  is 
Miriam  Hopkins  and  I  consider  her  the  great 
"discovery"  in  a  year  full  of  discoveries. 
(Yes,  I've  seen  Marlene  and  Tallulah.) 

Robert  R.  Sandell,  Syracuse,  N.  Y. 


If  less  pictures  were  advertised  in  billboards, 
newspapers,  etc.,  as  "  the  greatest  picture  ever 
made,"  more  of  us  movie-goers  would  attend 
these  pictures.  Perhaps  we  picture  audiences 
are  not  the  most  intelligent  in  the  world,  but 
we  are  not  altogether  stupid.  Just  a  wee  touch 
of  subtlety  and  a  slight  pressure  on  the  soft 
pedal  might  well  work  wonders  in  heralding 
a  new  picture. 

At  least  such  an  experiment  is  worth  the 
trial,  as  it's  never  been  done. 

Richard  Gersok,  Hollywood,  Calif. 


PnoTOPL.w  was  the  first  magazine  to  take 
the  slush  out  of  the  movie  stars,  but  there  is 
still  room  for  improvement.  A  few  years  ago 
all  actors  and  actresses  were  Broadway  stars 
and  spent  all  their  time  entertaining  little 
orphans  or  reading  the  classics.  Photoplay 
started  telling  the  truth. 

In  the  old  Triangle  days,  I  saw  many  of 
Douglas  Fairbanks'  pictures  twice.  Today 
I  refuse  to  see  any — too  much  Pickfair,  enter- 
taining royalty,  etc.  Many  fine  actors  have 
not  been  afraid  of  wearing  old  clothes  or  get- 
ting their  faces  dirty  in  a  picture,  but  young 
Fairbanks  and  Xovarro  think  they  must  wear 
fine  officers'  uniforms  before  they  can  act. 
More  naturalness  is  what  we  want. 

Man  Reed,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


I  thought  I  knew  something  about  facial 
make-up  until  I  viewed  a  short  talkie  in  color, 
showing  how  the  movie  stars  do  it.  The  next 
day  I  followed  their  directions,  even  to  the 
little  touch  of  rouge  that  was  cleverly  moulded 
into  the  center  of  the  chin.  The  delicate  and 
natural  complexion  resulting  from  the  methods 
shown  were  amazing.  Needless  to  say,  from 
now  on  I  make  up  the  movie  way.  Just  think — 
one  short  reel  to  me  means  a  life  time  of  correct 
and  pleasing  make-up. 

Jean  McMichael,  Toronto,  Canada 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

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Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 


leased as  Newly  Rich) — Paramount. — An 
i  ntertaining  picture  for  kids  and  grown-ups.  Jackie 
Searl  and  Mitzi  Green  in  some  swell  acting.  Don't 
miss  it.     (Aug.) 

•  FREE  SOUL,  A— M-G-M.— Norma  Shearer 
and  Lionel  Barrymore  in  a  picture  that  will 
hold  you.  but  in  plot  and  treatment  it's  for  grown-ups 
only.     (July) 

FRIENDS  AND  LOVERS— Radio  Pictures.— 
Adolphe  Menjou,  Eric  Von  Stroheim  and  Lily 
Damita  get  tangled  up  in  an  involved  yarn  that  tries 
to  be  too  sophisticated.     (Oct.) 

GAY  DIPLOMAT,  THE— Radio  Pictures.— Ivan 
Lebcdeff  intrigues  the  ladies  (Betty  Compson  and 
Genevieve  Tobin)  in  this  story  of  Balkan  intrigue. 

•      GIRL    HABIT,    THE— Paramount.— An   up- 
roarious farce  that  boosts  Charles  Ruggles  to 
stardom.    It's  all  laughs.    See  itl    (Aug.) 

•  GIRLS  ABOUT  TOWN— Paramount.— The 
old  gold  digger  story  all  dressed  up  in  new 
clothes.  Kay  Francis  and  Lilyan  Tashman  wear  the 
clothes  and  speak  those  smart  lines.     (Dec.) 

GOLD  DUST  GERTIE— Warners.— Exuberant 
Winnie  Lightner  gambols  through  a  poor  story.  (July) 

GOLDIE — Fox. — If  you  like  lusty,  gusty  stuff, 
this'll  do.  Spencer  Tracy  and  Warren  Hymer  make 
a  new  comedy  team.     (Aug.) 

GOOD  BAD  GIRL,  THE— Columbia.— The  old 
plot  of  the  girl  who  leaves  the  racket  to  marry  and  go 
straight.     (July) 

GRAFT — Universal. — A  fast  action  thriller.  Regis 
Toomey  is  a  dumbbell  reporter  and  Sue  Carol  is 
heart  interest.     (Oct.) 

GREAT  LOVER,  THE  —  M-G-M.  —  Adolphe 
Menjou  breaks  hearts.  Irene  Dunne  breaks  into 
song.     Both  do  good  jobs.     (Sept.) 

GRIEF  STREET— Chesterfield.— A  wobbly  mys- 
tery story  with  pretty  Barbara  Kent  and  John 
Holland.     Save  your  time.    (Dec.) 

•  GUARDSMAN,  THE  —  M-G-M.  —  Alfred 
Lunt  and  Lynn  Fontanne.  You'll  be  ca-razy 
about  them  in  this  sophisticated  comedy.  See  it, 
but  don't  take  the  kids.     (Oct.) 

GUILTY  HANDS— M-G-M.— That  Lionel  Barry- 
more — how  he  can  actl  You  know  he  is  the  murderer, 
but  will  they  discover  his  guilt?  You'd  better  find 
out.     (Sept.) 

HARD  HOMBRE,  THE— Allied.— For  kids  and 
grown-ups.  A  novel  Western  with  Hoot  Gibson  and 
Lina  Basquette.     (Oct.) 

HEARTBREAK— Fox.— This  has  a  war  back- 
ground but  it's  really  a  sweet  love  story.  Madge 
Evans  (what  an  actress!)  takes  honors  from  Charlie 
Farrell,  a  good  actor,  too.    (Dec.) 

HEAVEN  ON  EARTH— Universal.— Recom- 
mended only  for  Lew  Ayres  fans.     (Xov.) 

HIGH  STAKES— Radio  Pictures.— Lowell  Sher- 
man as  an  amateur  detective  is  the  main  reason  for 
si  'ring  this.  Mae  Murray  is  the  woman  in  the  case. 

HOLY  TERROR,  A— Fox.— A  two-fisted  West- 
ern with  George  O'Brien.  Good,  wholesome  enter- 
tainment.   (Aug.) 


another    gangster    picture. 

Universal.  —   Ho-hum, 

HONEYMOON  LANE— Sono  Art.— Not  a  great 
picture,  but  a  delightful  one.     A   nice  romam 
tween  Eddie  Dowling  (who  sings)  and  June  Collyer, 
And  that  swell  comic,  Ray  Dooley.      (Sept.) 

HONOR  OF  THE  FAMILY— First  National.— 
Nothing  left  of  the  Balzac  story  but  the  title.  Bebe 
Daniels  is  a  hot-cha-cha  adventuress  heroine. 

•  HUCKLEBERRY  FINN  —  Paramount.  — 
This  sequel  to  "Tom  Sawyer"  will  cure  the 
blues.  Jackie  Coogan  and  Junior  Durkin  take  you 
back  to  old  swimmin'  hole  days.      (Oct.) 

Prod. — A  fast  moving  thriller,  with  plenty  of  Spanish 
atmosphere.     Lane  Chandler  has  the  stuff.     (Dec.) 

HUSH  MONEY— Fox.— Another  gangster  film 
and  not  a  very  thrilling  one.  Joan  Bennett  and 
Hardie  Albright  try  hard.     (Aug.) 

I  LIKE  YOUR  NERVE  —  First  National  — 
Douglas  Fairbanks.  Jr.,  acts  just  like  his  father  did 
in  "The  Americano."  He  does  it  well,  too.  The 
story  is  weak.      (Sept.) 


tedious  Tyrolean  story  without  a  single  yodel.  Nice 
scenery,  good  acting,  English  dialogue.     (Oct.) 

IN  LINE  OF  DUTY— Monogram  Prod.— The 
Northwest  Mounted  Police  get  their  man  again.  This 
time  it's  Noah  Beery.     Sue  Carol  is  the  girl.     (Dec.) 

I  TAKE  THIS  WOMAN— Paramount— A 
wheezy  old  plot  dressed  up  for  Gary  Cooper  and 
Carole  Lombard.    Just  another  movie.     (^1  ug.) 

JUST  A  GIGOLO— M-G-M.— William  Haines  in 
a  spicy,  amusing  offering.  But  leave  the  children  at 
home.     (July) 

KICK  IN — Paramount. — They  tried  hard  to  make 
Clara  Bow  dramatic,  sympathetic  and  emotional  in 
this  one.     Regis  Toomey  is  great.     (July) 

LASCA  OF  THE  RIO  GRANDE— Universal.— 

Just  another  Western — but  this  one  is  South  of  the 
Rio  Grande.  Fair  entertainment  with  Johnny  Mack 
Brown,  Leo  Carillo  and  Dorothy  Burgess.     (Sept.) 

LAST  FLIGHT,  THE— First  National.— Gay 
aviators  in  Paris  make  the  first  half  grand,  but  the 
somber  part  is  not  so  good.  Richard  Barthelmess' 
work  is  overshadowed  by  the  others  in  the  cast.  (Oct.) 

LAUGHING  SINNERS— M-G-M— Not  sn  good, 
but  if  you  are  a  Joan  Crawford  fan  you  may  like  it. 
Clark  Gable  and  Neil  Hamilton,  too.     (Aug.) 

LAWLESS  WOMAN,  THE— Chesterfield  Pic- 
tures.— An  uninteresting,  unimportant  film.  A 
gangster-newspaper  plot,  poorly  done.     (.4i<s.) 

•  LAWYER'S  SECRET.  THE— Paramount.— 
Clive  Brook.  Charles  Rogers,  Richard  Arlen, 
Fay  Wray  and  Jean  Arthur  give  fine  performances. 
Intense  drama.     (July) 

LEFTOVER  LADIES— Tiffany  Prod.— Divorcees 
talk  a  lot  about  careers  and  freedom  in  dreary 
dialogue.  Claudia  Dell,  in  a  brunette  wig.  is  good. 

*LE    MILLION— Tobis    Production.— It's    not 
necessary   to  understand   the  language   ■ 
all  the  fun  out  of  this  French  musical  farce.     (Aug.) 

•     LOCAL    BOY    MAKES   GOOD— Fir 
tional. — Joe  E.  Brown  is  funnier  than  he's  ever 
In  en,  in  this  story  of  a  college  grind  with  inhibitions 
and  botanical  aspirations.     (Dec.) 

LOVE  STORM,  THE— British  International.— 
Three  men  and  one  woman  are  exiled  to  a  lighthouse. 
Even  a  murder  doesn't  speed  things  up.  Drear v  fan . 

LOVER  COME  BACK— Columbia.— Betty  Bron- 
son  changing  her  type  with  rather  sorry  results.  (.4  ug.) 

MAD  GENIUS.  THE— Warners.— Magnificently 
produced  and  photographed,  but  John  Barrymore's 
artistry  is  so  perfect  in  an  unsympathetic  r61e  that  the 
story  leaves  a  bad  taste.     (July) 

MAD  PARADE,  THE— Liberty  Productions  — 
The  woman's  side  of  the  war  done  brilliantly  by  an 
all-feminine  cast.     (July) 

MAGNIFICENT  LIE,  THE— Paramount.— Not 
up  to  the  standard  of  most  Ruth  Chatterton  films.  But 
there's  a  new  young  man  named  Ralph  Bellamy 
who  is  particularly  good.      (Sept.) 

MAN      IN      POSSESSION,      THE— M-G-M  — 

Robert  Montgomery  in  a  spicy  comedy  full  of  situa- 
tions and  sparkling  lines.     Amusing.     (Aug.) 

MEN  ARE  LIKE  THAT— Columbia.  —  (Also 
shown  underthe  title  of  "Arizona".)  Laura  La  Plante 
and  John  Wayne  find  life  and  love  at  an  army 
post.     (Oct.) 

MEN  OF  THE  SKY— First  National.— Yep,  its 
an  aviation  war  story — but  it's  pretty  flimsy  stuff. 
Irene  Delroy  and  Jack  Whiting.     (Sept.) 

•  MERELY  MARY  ANN— Fox.— Take  your 
hankie  to  this  one,  but  be  sure  to  go.  Not 
since  "7th  Heaven"  have  Charlie  Farrell  and  Janet 
Gaynor   been   so  whimsical  and   idyllic.      (Sep:.) 

Film. — Even  if  you  no  speak  Deulsck,  you'll  enjoy 
this.  Rippling  waltzes  and  sparkling  gayety  make 
this  foreign  film  worthwhile.     (Sept.) 

•  MIRACLE  WOMAN,  THE— Columbia  — 
A  well  staged,  directed,  and  photographed 
picture  with  Barbara  Stanwyck  doing  her  best  work 
as  a  female  evangelist.     (Aug.) 

MONKEY  BUSINESS  —  Paramount.  —  Messrs. 
Marx,  Marx,  Marx  &  Marx  in  another  outbreak  of 
assorted  lunacy.  No  beginning,  no  end — just  gor- 
geous nonsense.     (Oct.) 

MONSTERS  OF  THE  DEEP— Nat.  Spitzer 
Prod. — Fishing  adventures  in  Magdalena  Bay.  off  the 
Mexican  coast,  where  mammoth  fish  abound.  For 
fish  fans.     (July) 

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Photoplays  Reviewed  in  the  Shadow  Stage  This  Issue 

Save  this  magazine — refer  to  the  criticisms  before  you  pic\  out  your  evening's  entertainment.    Mai\e  this  your  reference  list. 

Around  the  World  in  Eighty  Minutes — 

United  Artists 46 

Arrowsmith — United  Artists 47 

Cheat,  The — Paramount 49 

Corsair — United  Artists 49 

Deadline,  The — Columbia 94 

False  Madonna,  The — Paramount 48 

Flying  High— M-G-M   48 

Frankenstein— Universal 47 

Freighters  of  Destiny— RKO-Pathe.  .  .    94 

Gay  Uuckaroo — Allied  Prod 94 

Good  Sport — Fox 94 

Guiltv  Generation,  The — Columbia   .  .   95 
Hell  Divers— M-G-M 48 


Pa  ere 

Her  Majesty,  Love — First  National .  .  .  4S 

His  Woman — Paramount 49 

House  Divided,  A — Universal 49 

Men  In  Her  Life — Columbia 49 

Morals  for  Women — Tiffany  Prod 94 

Keck  and  \Teck— Thrill-O-Drama  94 

Opera  Ball — Greenbaum-Emelka  Prod.  94 

Over  the  Hill— Fox  46 

Peach  O'Reno — Radio  Pictures 48 

Possessed— M-G-M  46 

Racing  Youth— Universal  94 

Range  I^aw— Tiffany  Prod.  94 

Rich  Man's  Follv — Paramount.  .  l>4 


Safe  In  Hell— First  National 94 

Speckled  Band,  The — First  Division. . .  94 

Sporting  Chance,  The — Peerless  Prod. .  94 

Suicide  Vleet— RKO-Pathe 94 

Surrender — Fox 94 

Thirty  Days — Patrician 94 

Taxi — Warner  Bros 95 

Tip  Off,  The— RKO-Pathe 94 

Tonight  or  Never — United  Artists 47 

Touchdown — Paramount 48 

Working  Girls — Paramount 94 

N  Marks  the  Spot— Tiffany  Prod 94 

Yellow  Ticket,  The— Fox 49 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

MOTHER  AND   SON  —   Monogram   Prod.  —  REBOUND— RKO-Pathe.— Not  in  the  big  amuse- 

Another  Reno  story,  with  Clara  Kimball  Young  as      ment  class  but  worth  seeing.     Ina  Claire  and  Robert 
Faro  LU.     (Oct.)  Ames.    (Aug.) 

MURDER  AT  MIDNIGHT— Tiffany  Prod  — 
Yep,  it's  a  mystery  story  and  a  swell  one!  Alice 
White,  in  a  small  part,  has  a  sex-appeal  voice.    (Oct.) 

MURDER  BY  THE  CLOCK— Paramount  — 
Willi  such  a  cast,  headed  by  Lilyan  Tashman,  this 
should  have  been  swell.  But  alas!  and  alack!  this 
gruesome,  murder  story  is  nothing  but  gruesome. 

MY  SIN— Paramount.— Tallulah  Bankhead  and 
Fredric  March  in  one  of  those  "should  a  woman  tell 
her  past?"  things.    (Nov.) 

MYSTERY  OF  LIFE,  THE— Classic— Clarence 
Darrow  and  a  Smith  College  zoology  professor  ex- 
plain evolution.  Uh-huh,  it's  as  dull  as  it  sounds. 

MYSTERY  TRAIN,  THE— Darmour  Prod.— Old 
school  mystery  melodrama  with  plenty  of  sure-tire 
hokum  and  suspense.     (Nov.) 

•      NEW     ADVENTURES     OF     GET-RICH- 

And  they  said  William  Haines  was  slipping!  See  this 
knock-out  comedy  with  Billy  and  the  coming  big 
shot,  Jimmy  Durante,  to  be  convinced  they're 
wrong.     (Nov.) 


NIGHT  ANGEL,  THE— Paramount.— A  bad 
display  for  the  talents  of  Nancy  Carroll  and  Fredric 
March.    (A  ug.) 

•  NIGHT  NURSE— Warners.— Drag  out  your 
pet  adjectives,  go  see  this  and  use  'em.  It's 
great.  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Ben  Lyon  and  a  grand 
cast.    (Aug.) 


Prod. — A  lively  French  film  about  a  prize-fighter,  his 
real  sweetheart  and  a  siren.     Amusing.     (Dec.) 

OLD  SONG,  THE  (Das  Alte  Lied)— Austrian 
Cinderella.  Lil  Dagover  brightens  it  considerably. 
German  dialogue.     (Nov.) 

ONCE  A  LADY — Paramount. — Charming  sim- 
plicity and  Ruth  Chatterton's  acting  redeem  a  not  too 
original  story.     (Dec.) 

ONE  WAY  TRAIL,  THE— Columbia.— The  Kids 
will  love  these  exciting  adventures  of  handsome  Tim 
McCoy.     (Dec.) 

PAGAN  LADY— Columbia.— The  Sadie! horn P son 
theme  in  a  new  dress,  with  Evelyn  Brent  wearing  it 
becomingly.     (Nov.) 

•     PALMY   DAYS— United  Artists.— A   typical 
Eddie  Cantor-and-nonsense  show  that  should 
bring  film  musicals  back.     (Oct.) 

PARDON  US— Hal  Roach— M-G-M— Laurel  and 
Hardy  in  a  lot  of  hokum.     Funny.     (Oct.) 

PARISIAN,  THE— Capital  Prod.— This  attempt 
at  a  smart  story  made  in  England  with  Adolphe 
Menjou  and  Elissa  Landi  proves  that  these  glamour 
kids  get  that  way  in  Hollywood.  (Nov.) 

PENROD  AND  SAM— First  National.— If  you 
haven't  forgotten  how  it  feels  to  be  a  kid  you'll  love 
Leon  Janney  and  Junior  Coghlan  in  this.     (Nov.) 

PERSONAL  MAID— Paramount.— Nancy  Car- 
roll  gets  all  mixed  up  in  a  namby-pamby  plot.   (Nov.) 

•     PLATINUM    BLONDE— Columbia.— Youth 
and    beauty,    comedy   and    drama — and    Jean 
Harlow.    A  well  done  newspaper  yarn.    See  it.    (Dec.) 

•  POLITICS  —  M-G-M.  —  Polly  Moran  and 
Marie  Dressier  start  you  off  with  a  giggle  and 
you'll  laugh  all  the  way  through  the  picture.  Don't 
miss  these  two  attempting  to  clean  up  the  town. 


Another   underworld   story   in 
forms.     (Oct.) 

—  Headline    Prod. — 
which   the   crook   re- 

PUBLIC  DEFENDER,  THE— Radio  Pictures. 
— After  "Cimarron"  you  expect  too  much  of  Richard 
Dix.  That's  why  this  story  of  a  man  who  brings  a 
gang  of  crooks  to  justice  is  disappointing.     (Sept.) 

RANGE  FEUD,  THE— Columbia.— Buck  Jones 
may  be  your  favorite  Western  star  but  you'll  twiddle 
your  thumbs  at  this  banal  old  story.    (Dec.) 

RECKLESS  HOUR,  THE— First  National— An 
old  story  with  a  few  new  twists.  Dorothy  Mackaill 
and  a  good  cast.     Just  fair.     (Aug.) 

ing  little  picture.     (Nov.) 

-An  entertain- 


grand  Western  with  iast  action,  grand  Arizona 
scenery  and  marvelous  production.  George  O'Brien 
and  Marguerite  Churchill  excellent.     (Dec.) 

ROAD  TO  RENO,  THE— Paramount.— Divorce, 

murder,  suicide  and  an  important  cast  fail  to  make 
this  anything  but  a  picture  that  just  doesn't  jell.   (Nov.) 

ROAD  TO  SINGAPORE,  THE— Warners— Bill 
Powell  and  Doris  Kenyon — splendid  in  a  tropical 
drama  of  tangled  loves  and  desires.     (Oct.) 

RULING  VOICE,  THE— First  National.— (Re- 
viewed under  the  title  "Upper  Underworld".)  Differ- 
ent from  the  average  racketeering  picture  and  bound 
to  make  you  think.     (July) 

SAL  VATI O  N  NELL— Tiffany-Cruze—  Religion 
and  sentiment  are  pretty  obvious  in  this  out-of-date 
story,  but  Helen  Chandler  and  Ralph  Graves  make 
you  believe  every  word  of  it.     (Sept.) 

SEA  GHOST,  THE— Imperial  Prod.— Laura  La 
Plante  wasted  on  this  cheap,  ridiculous  story.  (Nov.) 

•  SECRET  CALL,  THE— Paramount.— Peggy 
Shannon,  who  pinch-hits  for  Clara  Bow  in 
this  one,  scores  a  solid  hit.  It's  a  political  story  with 
love  interest.     Dick  Arlen  excellent.       (Sept.) 

•  SECRETS  OF  A  SECRETARY— Paramount. 
— The  actors  make  this  worth  the  price. 
Claudette  Colbert  is  fine  and  that  Herbert  Marshall, 
from  the  stage,  is  one  of  those  men  vou  don't  forget. 

SECRET  SERVICE— Radio  Pictures.— Adven- 
tures of  a  Northern  spy  behind  the  Confederate  lines. 
Richard  Dix  tries  too  hard.     (Dec.) 

SHANGHAIED  LOVE— Columbia.— Mutiny  and 
gory  evil-doings  at  sea.  Too  much  dialogue.  Not 
enough  action.     (Nov.) 


Warners-First  Division. —  British-made  mystery  film, 
rather  long-drawn-out  but  not  lacking  in  interest. 
Sherlock  Holmes  and  Watson  solve  another  murder 
mystery.     (Sept.) 

SHIPS  OF  HATE— Trem  Carr—  Murder  and 
gruesomeness  on  shipboard.  Just  fair.  Don't  pass 
up  a  game  of  bridge  for  it.     (Aug.) 

SHOULD  A  DOCTOR  TELL?— Regal  Prod.— 
Dreary  talk  about  dreary  ethics.  Who  cares?  (Nov.) 

SIDE     SHOW— Warners.— Winnie  Lightner  and 

Charles  Butterworth  try  hard,  but  the  un-funny 
lines  are  distressing.     A  circus  story.     (Sept.) 


laugh  a  moment  and  just  the  right  number  of 
moments  with  "dead  pan"  Buster  Keaton,  Cliff 
Edwards  and  Anita  Page.     (Oct.) 

SILENCE  —  Paramount.  —  Sure-fire  melodrama 
with  a  punch.  Clive  Brook,  Marjorie  Rambeau  and 
Peggy  Shannon.     (Oct.) 

M-G-M. — One  of  the  greatest  mother  stories 
ever  filmed,  with  Helen  (stage)  Hayes  pulling  at  your 
heart-strings.    Don't  miss  it.    (Dec.) 

6  CYLINDER  LOVE— Fox.— An  amusing  farce 
with  a  pretty  obvious  plot.     (July) 

SKIN  GAME,  THE— British  International.— 
Pretty  tedious.  An  excellent  English  cast,  however. 

SKYLINE — Fox. — Thomas  Meighan  builds  sky- 
scrapers and  saves  Hardie  Albright  from  vamp 
Myrna  Loy.     Good  entertainment.    (Oct.) 

SKY  RAIDERS,  THE— Columbia.— Gangsters  in 
the  air!  Thrilling  stuff  and  good  entertainment. 

•     SMART  MONEY— Warners.— Moves  as  fast 
as  the   money  on   the   gambling  tables  in   it. 
Plenty  of  laughs  and  excitement.     (July) 

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the  spot 

WHY  didn't  the  star 
reporter  write  the  big  story  that 
would  have  sealed  the  slayer's 
doom?  "X  Marks  The  Spot"  is 
charged  with  the  electric  tempo 
of  newspaper  drama,  crammed 
with  new  breath  taking  thrills. 





"Keep  Your  Eyes  On  Tiffany  Pictures".  Watch  for 
Clara  Kimball  Young's  triumphant  return  to  the  screen 
in  "Women  Go  On  Forever" — "Murder  At  Midnight", 
the  picture  which  broke  the  week-end  record  at  the 
B.  S.  Moss  Broadway,  ISew  York  — "Leftover  Ladies", 
based  on  an  article  by  Ursula  Parrott,  famous  author 
of  "Ex- Wife"  and  "Strangers  May  Kiss". 




Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

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tomato  cocktail. 

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inside.  The  new  cap  is  a  convenience. 

Insist  on  the  original  College  Inn 
Tomato  Juice  Cocktail.  Enjoy  the 
difference  —  like  rich  cream  instead 
of  thin,  watery  milk.  You'll  say  so! 
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Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 


SMART  WOMAN— Radio  Pictures.— What  a 
performance  Mary  Astor  gives  and  in  what  beautiful 
clothes!  A  charming,  sophisticated  yarn  of  the 
"Holiday"  school.     (Oct.) 

mount.— One  of  the  breeziest  and  most  tuneful 
entertainments  in  a  long  time.  Chevalier  at  his  best, 
under  Lubitsch  direction.    See  it.     (July) 

SOB  SISTER— Fox.— You'll  like  this  fast  news- 
paper yarn  and  Linda  Watkins.  Jimmie  Dunn  is 
grand,  too.      (Nov.) 

SON  OF  INDIA— M-G-M.— A  fairy-tale  sort  of 
thing  with  Ramon  Novarro  as  Prince  Charming. 
If  you  like  Oriental  romance,  this  is  itl     (Aug.) 

SPIDER,  THE— Fox.— Thrills  and  shivers  over  a 
murder  in  a  theater.  Eddie  Lowe  is  grand  and 
suspense  is  geared  on  high.     (Oct.) 

versal.— Knute  Rockne  lives  again  in  this 
powerful  football  story  with  Lew  Ayres  and  the  real 
Notre  Dame  team.     (Dec.) 

SPORTING  BLOOD— M-G-M.— The  biography 
of  a  race  horse.  Not  interested?  All  right,  then, 
Clark  Gable  has  a  featured  role.  That  should  get 
you.    It's  a  good  movie.    (Sept.) 

•     SQUAW     MAN,     THE— M-G-M.— A     new 
version  of  a  grand  old  story.      See  it  by  all 
means.     Warner  Baxter  and  Lupe  Velez.     (Aug.) 

•  STAR  WITNESS,  THE— First  National  — 
At  last!  An  entirely  new  plot  with  suspense, 
humor,  heartache.  Walter  Huston,  Chic  Sale  and 
Frances  Starr  are  in  it.    Worth  your  time.     (Sept.) 

•  STREET  SCENE— United  Artists.— Thirty- 
four  excellent  actors  and  super-direction  by 
King  Vidor  make  this  one  of  the  great  pictures  of 
the  year.  A  vivid  cross-section  of  life  you'll  never 
forget.     (Oct.) 

You'll  love  this  story  of  the  grand  opera  singer 
captured  by  the  innocent  little  girl  from  Mississippi. 
Taul  Lukas,  Lewis  Stone  and  Sidney  Fox  all  great. 

Eln  Burschenlied  Aus  Heidelberft)— UFA.— Rol- 

icking  tunes,  students  and  Heidelberg  campus  stuff. 
Even  if  you  don't  know  German  you'll  enjoy  it.    (Noi:) 

SUBWAY  EXPRESS— Columbia.— Jack  Holt  in 
a  thrilling  mystery  of  the  stage  that  lost  its  kick  in  the 
movie  version.     (July) 

SUNDOWN  TRAIL— RKO-Pathe.— Good  acting 
helps  a  poor  Western.      (Oct.) 

— M-G-M-. — Romance  spread  thick,  passion 
strong.  You  Garbo-maniacs  will  eat  it  up.  Clark 
Gable  plays  opposite.     Don't  miss  it.     (Sept.) 

SWEEPSTAKES— RKO-Pathe.— Some  romance, 
thrills  and  fast  lines  in  a  race-track  yarn.  Quillan 
and  Gleason  take  honors.     (Aug.) 

TERROR  BY  NIGHT— Famous  Attractions. — 
Bet  you  can't  guess  before  the  last  reel  who  did  the 
murder.  A  good  mystery  with  comical  Una  Merkel 
and  ZaSu  Pitts.     (Dec.) 

TEXAS  RANGER,  THE— Columbia.— Carmelita 
Geraghty  is  the  gal,  Buck  Jones  the  hero.     (July) 


dreary   tragedy.   Foreign   made.   English   dialogue. 

THIS  MODERN  AGE— M-G-M.— Joan  Craw- 
ford lovely  and  dripping  box-office  appeal  in  a 
ridiculous  story.     (Nor.) 

THREE  LOVES— Terra.— Marlene  Dietrich  is 
the  only  reason  for  seeing  this  three-year-old  Ger- 
man silent.    (Aug.) 

THREE  WHO  LOVED— Radio  Pictures.— Ex- 
cellent acting  by  Betty  Compson  and  Conrad  Nagel 
in  a  production  that  suffers  from  too  much  story. 

•  TRANSATLANTIC  —  Fox.  —  Edmund  Lowe 
and  Greta  Nissen  plus  an  exciting  melodramatic 
plot,  make  this  one  of  those  hit  pictures  you  mustn't 
fail  to  see.     (Sept.) 

TRANSGRESSION— Radio  Pictures.— The  same 
old  anRle  of  the  eternal  triangle.  Kay  Francis  wears 
swell  clothes.      (Aug.) 

TRAVELING  HUSBANDS— Radio  Pictures. 
Risque  but  not  objectionably  so.  Top-notch  acting, 
with  Evelyn  Brent  in  the  lead.     (July) 

TWO-GUN  MAN,  THE— Tiffany.— A  Western  in 
old  swashbuckling  style,  nothing  new  but  good  enter- 
tainment.    Ken  Maynard  and  horsel     (Aug.) 

•     24  HOURS— Paramount.— It's  not  only  good 
but  different.     Kay  Francis  and  Clive  Brook 
are  grand.     (Nov.) 

UNHOLY  GARDEN,  THE— United  Artists.— 
Far-fetched  melodrama  and  romance  in  a  Sahara 
castle,  with  Ronald  Colman  working  hard  to  save 
the  impossible  story.     (Oct.) 

UP  POPS  THE  DEVIL— Paramount.— Young 
love  and  its  struggles  neatly  handled  by  Norman 
Foster,  as  a  young  author,  and  his  wife,  played  by 
Carole    Lombard.      Sprightly    dialogue.     (July) 

•  VICE  SQUAD,  THE— Paramount.— Besides 
being  something  that  will  keep  you  interested, 
this  is  a  picture  you'll  think  about.  Paul  Lukas.  Kay 
Francis  and  Helen  Johnson  are  excellent.     (July) 

VIKING,  THE— Varick  Frissell  Production.— A 
picture  of  the  boat  that  met  Arctic  tragedy.  Good 
photography.    (Aug.) 

WAITING  AT  THE  CHURCH— Radio  Pictures. 
— An  amusing  storv  with  lovelv  Technicolor  effects. 

•  WATERLOO  BRIDGE  — Universal. —  It's 
morbid,  yes,  but  it's  intelligent  and  honest 
screen  fare.  A  war  background,  but  don't  let  that 
stop  you.     You'll  like  Mae  Clarke.     (Sept.) 

WAY  BACK  HOME— Radio  Pictures.— If  you 
follow  Seth  Parker  on  the  radio,  you'll  enjoy  seeingas 
well  as  hearing  him.  He  uses  all  his  radio  stuff.  (Dec.) 

WEST  OF  BROADWAY— M-G-M.— John  Gil- 
bert's voice  is  low — so  is  the  entertainment  value  of 
the  picture.  Jack  is  a  war  veteran  with  six  months 
to  live.     (Oct.) 

WHITE  DEVIL,  THE— UFA.— Russians  in  big 
fur  hats  are  doing  serious  things  again.  You  need  not 
bother.     (Nov.) 

WHITE  SHOULDERS— Radio  Pictures.— Rex 
Beach's  dramatic  story  makes  an  interesting  picture. 
Jack  Holt.  Mary  Astor  and  Ricardo  Cortez  form  the 
triangle.     (July) 

WICKED  —  Fox.  —  Elissa  Landi  and  Victor 
McLaglen  are  good  in  a  too  heavy  drama  about  a 
bank  robber  and  his  wife  who  go  to  jail.    (Oct.) 

WILD  HORSE— Allied.— Hoot  Gibson  captures  a 
wild  horse,  a  bank  bandit,  a  murderer  and  his 
audience's  approval,  all  in  one  handsome  gesture. 

Only  average  entertainment,  in  spite  of  a  cast  which 
does  its  best.  Helen  Twelvetrees,  ZaSu  Pitts  and 
Lew  Cody.     (July) 

WOMEN  GO  ON  FOREVER— Tiffany-Cruze  — 
Your  old  friend  Clara  Kimball  Young  makes  a  good 
comeback  in  this  story  of  racketeers  and  illicit  love. 
A  lively  film  with  plenty  of  comedy  relief.    (Sept.) 

WOMEN  LOVE  ONCE— Paramount.— Produc- 
ers wasted  their  time  and  that  of  Eleanor  Boardman 
and  Paul  Lukas  on  this  one.    (Aug.) 

WOMEN  MEN  MARRY  —  Headline  Prod.  — 
Don't  take  this  picture  too  seriously  and  you  may 
not  find  it  too  dull.  Sally  Blane  is  nice  and  Natalie 
Moorhead  wears  startling  clothes.     (Sept.) 

WOMEN  OF  ALL  NATIONS— Fox.— Edmund 
Lowe  and  Victor  McLaglen  as  Quirt  and  Flagg  of 
"What  Price  Glory"  fame,  continue  their  adventures. 
Good,  rough  entertainment,  but  not  a  Sunday  school 
text.    (July) 

YOUNG  AS  YOU  FEEL— Fox.— Another  grand 
Will  Rogers  film,  funny  enough  to  make  you  forget  a 
toothache.     (July) 

•  YOUNG  DONOVAN'S  KID— Radio  Pic- 
tures.— Good.  From  Rex  Beach's  story  "Big 
Brother."  Little  Jackie  Cooper  practically  steals  the 
show  in  spite  of  Dix's  excellent  work.    (July) 

YOUNG  SINNERS— Fox.— The  old  story  of 
modern  kids  in  a  jazz  and  cocktail  setting.  Thomas 
Meigban  is  a  bright  spot.  Dorothy  Jordan  and  Hardie 
Albright  give  an  exhibition  of  couch  wrestling.   (July) 








Most  of  the  studios 
have  lunchrooms  for 
the  players.  At  the 
M-G-M  they  call  it 
"The  Commissary." 
At  Fox  it's  "The 
Munchers";  where 
everyone  is  served 
with  ice  cold  grapes 
free,  even  with  just  a 
ham  sandwich.  Here's 
Warner  Baxter  tearing 
through  a  bowl  of  soup 
and  telling  Helen 
Mack  and  Minna  Gom- 
bell  the  gossip  of  the 
morning's  work  on  the 
sound  stages 

THE  manager  of  the  Em- 
bassy Club  in  Hollywood 
was  showing  Mary  Pick- 
ford  through  the  kitchens 
when  a  waiter  came  swinging 
through  calling,  "  Caviar  for 
Marlene  Dietrich,  and  Ann 
Harding's  cocktail."  The 
waiter  hadn't  even  been  over 
to  their  tables,  but  when  he 
saw  them  come  into  the  dining 
room  he  knew  that  their  order  would  be  "the  usual  thing." 

The  Embassy  is  one  of  the  swanky  places  in  Hollywood 
where  the  stars  eat.  At  the  studio  restaurants  they  dash  in  f<3r 
i  hurried  bite,  but  at  the  Embassy  they  have  time  to  be  social. 
This  club  used  to  be  barred  to  the  casual  visitor,  but  a  short 
time  ago  it  opened  its  doors  to  the  public  for  dinner.  At 
luncheon  it  still  remains  the  stars'  stronghold. 

Perhaps  you  will  be  surprised  and  interested  to  know  that 
Eddie  Brandstatter,  the  genius  behind  the  scenes  there,  has 
discovered  that  the  stars  prefer  simple  foods  rather  than 
elaborate  fare.  Each  one  has  some  favorite  dish,  each  some 
special  taste  to  which  Eddie  caters. 

Now,  there's  Lilyan  Tashman,  who  should  have  sophisticated 
:ulinary  tastes  if  anyone  ever  did  have.  But  Lilyan  just  eats 
heartily  of  everything  and  anything  she  likes.  She  has  ginger 
lie  with  any  meal,  never  drinking  tea  or  coffee.  At  the  Em- 
bassy, one  of  her  favorite 
dishes  is  cold  Columbia  River 
salmon  served  with  rings  of 
hard-boiled  egg  and  covered 
with  a  thin  spicy  sauce  that 
is  an  Embassy  specialty. 
Evelyn  Brent  combines  break- 
fast and  lunch.  Her  favorite 
dish  is  bacon  and  eggs. 

"Bacon  and  eggs  for  Evelyn! 

Tomato  cocktail  for  Ann!"  and 

ah,  here's  Eleanor  Boardman's 

special  lamb  stew 

isn't  the  only  one  who 
has  a  standingorderf  or  caviar. 
[t  costs  Josef  Von  Sternberg 
md  Eric  Von  Stroheim  a 
pretty  penny  to  satisfy  their 
tastes  for  the  delicacy.  They 
frequently  lunch  together, 
usually  arriving  at  the  club  a 
little  early  so  that  they  are 
finished  before  the  crowd  ar- 
rives.      They    always   order 

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Please  send  me  a  copy  of  Photoplay's  Famous 
Cook  Book,  containing  150  favorite  recipes  of  the 
stars.     I  am  enclosing  twenty-five  cents 

Be  sure  to  write  name  and  address  plainly. 
You  may  send  either  stamps  or  coin. 

Russian  caviar  and  rarely  ever 
leave  before  having  consumed 
a  pound  of  it  between  them. 
And  caviar  is  SI 8  a  pound! 

Nearly  everyone  has  his 
own  table  at  the  Embassy  and 
although  the  place  has  an  air 
of  elegance,  it  also  has  a  charm- 
ing feeling  of  intimacy.  Every- 
one knows  everyone  and  there 
is  much  going  back  and  forth 
between  tables  during  the  lunch  period. 

Carmel  Myers  always  orders  cottage  cheese  and  chives  on 
green  lettuce,  with  a  sprinkling  of  paprika  over  it. 

Joan  Crawford  is  another  salad  devotee.  She  has  a  favorite 
which  consists  of  prunes  stuffed  with  cottage  cheese  placed  on 
cottage  cheese,  the  whole  served  on  lettuce.  Another  favorite 
of  Joan's  is  a  salad  made  with  romaine  lettuce  garnished  with 
chopped  hard-boiled  eggs  and  tomatoes.  Over  this  she  pours  a 
dressing  which  she  mixes  at  the  table.  The  dressing  is  vinegar, 
olive  oil  and  dry  mustard  mixed  together  to  a  thin  consistency. 
To  this  is  added  salt,  pepper  and  paprika  to  taste. 

LAMB  stew  is  a  great  piece  de  resistance.  And  at  the  Embassy 
it  is  prepared  in  such  a  way  as  to  tempt  the  epicure.  Eleanor 
Boardman  frequently  orders  it.  The  lamb  is  cut  up  in  good- 
sized  pieces  and  stewed  with  carrots,  peas  and  onions.    Before 

serving,  a  gravy  sauce  is 
poured  over  the  whole.  On 
the  large  platter  upon  which 
it  is  served,  the  stew  is  ringed 
with  curried  rice.  This  dish, 
like  many  others,  is  served 
buffet  fashion  from  a  cart. 

Stewed  fruits  are  a  non- 
fattening  dessert  favored  by 
a  majority  of  the  stars.  A 
compote  composed  of  various 
fruits  is  served  in  a  huge  sil- 
ver bowl  and  passed  from 
table  to  table. 

Janet  Gaynor,  Lydell  Peck, 
Charlie  Farrell  and  Virginia 
Valli  often  dine  out  together 
at  night.  At  the  Embassy, 
one  of  their  favorites  is  filet 
mignon  with  mushrooms. 



Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

]\$o  lost  pay  days 

FOR  HER  ! 



by  gargling 

twice  a  day 



Reduces   number  66%  —  effective  because   SAFE 

Don't  let  a  cold  rob  you  of  part  of  your  pay.  In 
these  days  it  is  important  to  be  on  the  job  all 
the  time.  Every  penny  counts. 

There  is  an  easy,  pleasant,  and  safe  way  of 
helping  to  prevent  colds  and  to  check  their 
severity  once  they  have  started. 

Gargle  with  Lis  ferine  Twice  a  Day 

It  is  the  twice-a-day  gargle  with  full  strength 
Listerine.  Year  in,  year  out,  millions  have 
proved  that  it  keeps  them  in  better  health. 
Builds  up  resistance  to  colds  and  other  infec- 
tions in  the  mouth. 

And  now,  clinical  tests  show  that  those  who 
employed  Listerine  as  a  mouth  wash,  had  only 
y£  as  many  colds,  and  sometimes  only  y^  as 
many,  as  those  who  did  not  gargle  at  all.  These 
tests,  conducted  over  a  period  of  75  days, 
under  medical  supervision,  also  showed  that 
even  when  colds  were  contracted,  they  lasted 
)/$  as  long  and  were  only  %  as  severe. 

Germ-killing  with  Safety 

Why  does  Listerine  accomplish  such  amazing 
results  when  ordinary  mouth  washes  fail? 

First,  because  used  full  strength  just  as  it 
comes  from  the  bottle,  it  kills  germs  associated 
with  colds,  in  the  fastest  time.  As  a  gargle,  it 
reduces  the  number  of  surface  germs  98%. 
And  maintains  substantial  reduction  for  hours. 

Healing  in  Effect 

Second,  because  Listerine  is  safe  and  non- 
poisonous.  Unlike  mouth  washes  so  harsh  they 
must  be  diluted,  Listerine's  action  is  always 
healing.  Therefore,  while  it  kills  germs,  it  at 
the  same  time  relieves  inflammation. 

Because  of  its  safety,  and  its  soothing  and 
healing  action,  Listerine  has  always  beer,  fa- 
vored by  physicians,  nurses,  and  laymen,  over 
poisonous  mouth  washes  dangerous  if  not 
diluted  exactly. 

Ends  Bad  Breath 

Keep  Listerine  handy  in  home  and  office.  Carry 
it  with  you  when  you  travel.  It  is  your  protec- 
tion against  infection  and  is  also  your  assurance 
that  your  breath  will  be  pleasant,  sweet,  and 
not  offensive  to  others.  Lambert  Pharmacal 
Co.,  St.  Louis,  Missouri. 

Choose  Mouth  Wash  Carefully 
Some  watered — others  dangerous 

Of  203  mouth  washes  which  were  ana- 
lyzed, 94  were  non-antiseptic,  107  could 
not  kill  germs  in  3  minutes,  and  I43  were 
unable  to  kill  germs  in  I  minute.  Some 
used  with  water  were  useless.  Others 
were  so  harsh  they  irritated  mouth 
tissue  and  were  therefore  dangerous. 

THIS  young  lady  now  answers  to  the  title  of  Marquise  de 
la  Falaise.  Constance  Bennett  and  Gloria's  one'time  hus' 
band  have  said,  "We  do."  It  was  a  simple  ceremony,  performed 
by  a  judge.  Connie  wore  a  blue  dress,  pearls  and  a  smile.  The 
wedding  rings  (he'll  wear  one,  too)  are  plain  platinum  bands 

Clarence  Sinclair  Bull 

POLISH  that  old  crown !  Fluff  up  those  pillows  on  the  throne ! 
Where  did  Lil  Gish  leave  that  sceptre,  Chamberlain?  You'll 
shout  yourselves  hoarse  hailing  the  new  queen,  for  Helen  Hayes 
captures  your  heart  in  "The  Sin  of  Madelon  Claudet."  And 
there's  a  grand  story  about  her  in  this  issue 

Gene  Robert  Richee 

PAUL  LUKAS  has  trouble  making  that  Hungarian  accent  be 
have  when  he's  learning  his  lines.  But  in  "Strictly  Dishonor' 
able"  he  makes  the  girls'  hearts  do  nip'ups.  And  in  spite  of  the 
coolness  between  him  and  Ruth  Chatterton  on  the  "Tomorrow 
and  Tomorrow"  set,  they  say  the  picture  is  great  stuff 


WIFEY  CLAUDETTE  COLBERT  works  in  New  York. 
Hubby  Norman  Foster  works  in  Hollywood.    And  a  lot  of 
meanies  said   they  couldn't   bill   and  coo  over  long  distance 
Claudette  hopped  a  train  to  the  Gold  Coast  for  a  brief  visit  and 
now  everything  looks  dandy.    Claudette's  latest  is  "His  Woman'' 


Never  was  there  such  an  opportunity  to  give  the 
most  useful  and  cherished  of  all  Christmas  gifts 
—  a  fine  Illinois  Watch. 

Look  at  these  few  of  the  latest  Illinois  designs. 
They  are  beautiful —authentically  modern,  smart 
and  stylish.  They  are  sturdy,accurate  timekeepers. 
And  priced  lower  than  ever  before  for  such  quality. 

Joan  Crawford,  Robert  Montgomery,  Anita  Page 
and  Wallace  Beery  are  among  the  stars  of  Metro- 
Goldwyn-Mayerwho  have  chosen  Illinois  Watches. 
Write  us  for  beautiful  photographs  of  these  stars. 
Also  for  attractive  booklet  illustrating  many  other 
Illinois  Watches.  Illinois  Watches  have  been  made 
in  America  for  more  than  sixty  years.  Address, 


Ladies'  Watches  ~  claudette  $32.50. 14K  filled  white 

or  natural  sold.  15  jewels .  . .  HOLLYWOOD  $40.00.  14K   filled 
white  or  natural  sold.  17  jewels  .  .  .COQUETTE  $52.50.  14K 
filled  white  gold.  17  jewels. 

Men's  Watches  ~  beau  royale  $35.00. 14K 

filled  white  or  natural  gold.  15  jewels  . .  .  ARLINGTON 
$37.50.  14  K  filled  white  or  natural  gold.  15  jewets  . . . 
BOSTONIAN  $47.50.  14K  filled  wh.te  or  natural 
gold.  Matched  bracelet.  15  jewels. 

Robert  Montgomery 
Metro&oldwyn'Maycr  star  in 
"Private  Lives" 




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Your    hands    and    arms  are   so 
much   the   center  of  attraction 
.  .  .  while  serving   tea  this  after- 
noon .  .  .  sliding  counters  across 
the  backgammon  board  this  evening 
. . .  and  later,  silhouetted  against  the  black 
of   your    dancing    partners    coat.    Always  they 
must   be  soit  and  smooth   and  youthful,  despite   their 
exposure   to    wind    and    sun    on    this    mornings    cross 
country  drive,  or  your  eighteen  holes  ol  golf. 

Here  is  the  quick,  easy  way  to  guard  hands  and 
arms  against  every  danger  that  threatens  their  loveli- 
ness.    Apply  just    a    lew   drops    ol    C  hamberlain  s 


Chamberlain  Laboratories 


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Chamhcilain's  Lotion. 


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Lotion  after  exposure  to  sun. 
wind  or  cold,  and  always  as 
the  iinishing.  touch  to  your 
Stop  watch  tests  show  that  this  clear 
liquid  is  completely  absorbed  by  the 
average  skin  in  only  37  second*.  iNo  bother- 
some massage  is  necessary.  It  is  not  at  all  sticky  or 
greasy  and  has  a  delightful  orange  blossom  Iragrance. 
Regular  use  of  Chamberlains  Lotion  will  keep 
your  hands  and  arms  always  well  groomed  ana 
presentable.  You  will  like  it.  too,  as  a  powder  base 
and  astringent. 

^'hmmberltin  i  Lotion  /«  told  »t  ill  dm$ 
•tore*  *nd  toilet  Qoodt  counter*,  50c  »nd 
$1.  For  M  purie  lite  trill  fltconette 
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Ltbontoriei,  Dei  Sloinei,  /o»i. 


"Gjhe  JnvLSLble  QLove' 

JANUARY,  1932 

Close-Ups  and  Long-Shots 

James  R.  Quirk 

I  HAVE  always  admired  Gloria  Swan- 
son.  She  is  one  of  the  most  courageous 
women  I  have  ever  known  in  a  business 
where  courage  is  as  necessary  as  beauty  and 
artistry.  She  has  had  to  fight  every  inch  of 
the  way  to  her  present  high  place  in 

But  there  has  always  seemed  to  be  some- 
thing pathetic  about  courageous,  little  five 
foot  and  one-half  inch  Gloria.  And  never  more  pathetic 
than  as  she  sails  from  San  Francisco  to  France  alone 
with  her  Michael,  the  handsome  "playboy"  of  London 
and  Paris. 

Walter  Winchell  (need  we  any  longer  say  "New 
York  columnist"?)  has  said  that  Gloria  is  "lullaby 
shopping."  The  queens  of  the  cinema  have  about  as 
much  privacy  as  the  few  remaining  queens  of  Europe. 

When  Gloria  comes  back  to  Hollywood  there  may 
be  another  heir  apparent  to  the  throne  of  that  mythical 
kingdom  of  Cinemondia. 

Good  luck,  Gloria. 

HERE  is  something  that  none  of  our  Hollywood 
writers  have  reported  yet — the  fad  of  the  black 
wedding  ring.     A  New  York  society  divorcee  started 
it.    A  mourning  ring  for  a  dead  romance. 
Hollywood  press-agents,  please  copy. 

DURING  the  making  of  "The  Champ,"  Jackie 
Cooper  was  having  one  of  his  off-days.  He  just 
would  not  cry.  Director  King  Yidor  was  desperate. 
He  pleaded  with  his  young  star,  but  all  his  cajolery 
was  futile.    The  tears  would  not  come. 

"  I'm  trying,"  said  the  little  fellow,  "but  I  don't  feel 
like  crying.     I'm  sorry,  Mr.  Yidor." 

"I  give  up,"  said  King.    "Red,  see  what  you  can  do 
with  him.    He  likes  you." 

Red,  who  is  King  Yidor's  assistant 
director,  shrugged  his  shoulders,  hope- 
lessly. Then  he  went  up  to  the  back  plat- 
form where  the  boy  was  sitting. 

"Jackie,"  he  said,  "Mr.  Yidor  is  going  to 
quit  the  picture.  He  says  he  is  going  to  tell 
Mr.  Mayer  you  are  a  rotten  actor." 

With  that  Jackie  started  to  sob,  and  he 
meant  it,  too. 
That's  the  scene  on  the  observation  car  platform 
that  tears  at  your  heart. 

POLICE  Court  Magistrate  J.  A.  R.  Cairns,  of 
London,  got  out  of  the  wrong  side  of  his  bed  one 
morning  recently,  called  for  his  tea,  adjusted  his 
monocle,  and  roared: 

"Film  producers  are  fouling  civilization.  Con- 
stantly in  my  court  here  I  see  girl-mothers  faced  by 
lads  challenging  their  obligations  to  paternity.  Seduc- 
tion is  the  normal  initiation  into  society." 

Tut,  tut,  Mr.  Cairns,  perhaps  these  young  people  of 
yours  have  been  reading  those  novels  of  English 
society  written  by  your  Michael  Arlen  and  Beverly 
Nichols.  Before  we  went  broke  all  of  our  young  ladies 
were  introduced  into  society  with  formal  and  expen- 
sive debuts  at  the  Ritz-Carlton  or  the  Waldorf- 
Astoria.  And  if  you  read  the  papers  at  all,  you  must 
know  that  in  Hollywood,  at  least,  the  boys  marry 
their  girls,  time  after  time. 

THESE  economists  may  be  pretty  smart  fellows, 
but  when  one  of  them  lists  the  slim  picture  stars 
as  one  of  the  causes  of  the  low  price  of  wheat,  it  is  more 
than  we  can  stand  for.  Attempting  to  achieve  the  new 
svelte  style  of  sex  appeal,  he  says,  American  women  are 
laying  off  wheat  cakes  and  laying  in  vast  supplies  of 
tomato  juice.    If  that  economist  could  see  Mary  Astor 

and  Connie  Bennett  going  for  a  huge  stack  of  griddle 
cakes,  he  would  change  his  mind. 

You  can  still  walk  the  Streets  of  Hollywood  without 
danger  of  being  hit  by  discarded  waffle  irons,  thrown 
out  the  windows  of  the  Hollywood  elect. 

A(  JASTING  director  put  in  a  call  for  one  hundred 
"tough"  characters  for  a  picture.     They  were 
used  in  a  women's  prison  story. 

The  types  were  so  real  that  they  stole  twenty 
poeketbooks,  fourteen  coats  and  one  revolver  from 
each  other. 

I  HAD  a  pleasant  little  duty  to  perform  the  other 
day  that  gave  me  quite  an  emotional  thrill.  It  was 
the  presentation  of  the  Photoplay  Magazine  Gold 
Medal  to  Carl  Laemmle,  head  of  the  Universal  Com- 
pany, for  the  production  of  "All  Quiet  on  the  Western 
Front,"  the  best  picture  of  1930. 

In  my  talk  I  recalled  that  this  man  has  survived  in 
picture  activity  all  the  outstanding  figures  of  the  early 
days  of  motion  pictures.  One  by  one  they  have  re- 
tired, died,  or  faded  into  obscurity.  I  refer  to  the  days 
when  a  sturdy  little  group  of  independents  fought  with 
fang  and  claw  against  the  old  General  Film  Company, 
which  claimed  control  of  the  vital  motion  picture 
patents.  William  Fox  and  Carl  Laemmle  were  the 
leaders  of  the  insurgents,  and  the  "Trust"  declared 
them  outlaws. 

TODAY  William  Fox  is  playing  golf  on  his  Long 
Island  estate.  He  sleeps  soundly  and  with  a  smile 
on  his  face,  undisturbed  by  the  financial  crisis  through 
which  the  picture  business  is  struggling,  secure  in  the 
millions  he  made  and  kept.  "Uncle  Carl"  sits,  a 
diminutive  figure,  behind  a  big  mahogany  desk,  and 
thanks  the  God  of  his  forefathers  that  he  doesn't  own 
a  single  motion  picture  theater,  and  that  his  pride  and 
joy,  Carl,  Jr.,  has,  at  the  age  of  twenty-two,  become 
one  of  the  most  successful  producers  of  Hollywood. 

Carl  Laemmle  had  tears  in  his  eyes  as  he  accepted 
the  Gold  Medal.  Then  to  hide  his  emotions,  he  asked, 
"How  is  Boh  East  man?"  I  told  him  Bob  hadn't  been 
feeling  so  well  lately.  "Well."  said  Carl,  "I'll  see  him 
at  the  Kentucky  Derby,  anyhow.  We  meet  there 
every  year.  Ask  him  to  tip  me  off  if  he  has  any 

THE  name  Robert  M.  Eastman  has  for  years  been 
beside  mine  at  the  bottom  of  the  index  page  of 
Photoplay  and,  I  hope,  will  be  there  for  many  years 
to  come.  He  is  the  man  who  first  envisaged  the  pub- 
lication for  what  it  is  today.  His  faith  in  it,  backed  by 
his  money,  was  almost  fanatical. 

Coming  from  Minnesota  to  Chicago  as  a  young 
journeyman  printer,  he  built  the  W.  F.  Hall  Printing 
Company  into  one  of  the  largest  and  most  efficient  in 
the  world,  and  while  he  has  now  turned  the  active 


administration  of  the  huge  business  over  to  his  organ- 
ization, the  man's  indomitable  spirit  is  behind  every 
revolution  of  every  giant  press.    ' 

PHOTOPLAY  celebrated  its  seventeenth  birthday 
recently  and  I  received  this  wire  from  him:  "Kay 
Dee  tells  me  Photoplay  is  seventeen  v cars  old  today. 
Jim.  and  isn't  she  a  beauty?  I  always  knew,  even  as 
a  colt  she  would  he  a  winner." 

Bob's  outstanding  interests  in  life,  after  his  family, 
are  his  printing  plant,  his  famous  racing  horse,  "Mike 
Hall,"  and  Photoplay.  I  like  to  think  Photoplay  is 
his  favorite,  for  he  saw  it  through  from  a  bankrupt 
little  pamphlet  of  13,000  circulation  to  its  present 
prosperous  600,000  read  by  two  million  picture 
devotees  scattered  all  over  the  world. 

INCIDENTALLY,  Bob  Eastman  is  the  arch  villain 
who  started  night  life  in  the  picture  colony,  seven- 
teen years  ago.  He  gave  the  first  big  party.  We  had 
just  reorganized  the  magazine  when  Bob  thought  we 
had  better  go  out  to  California  to  look  the  picture 
business  over.  I  will  admit  now,  for  us  both,  that  we 
had  an  idea  the  trip  would  not  be  all  hard  work. 

As  we  started  out  on  our  daily  labor  of  investiga- 
tion, Mack  Sennett's  studio  was  always  the  first  stop, 
and  almost  every  evening  would  find  Mack,  Ford 
Sterling,  Roscoe  Arbuckle.  Mary  Pickford  and  her 
charming  and  clever  mother,  Charlotte,  Mabel 
Xormand,  Owen  Moore,  Charlie  Murray,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Eastman  and  myself  gathered  around  a  big  table 
at  Al  Lew's  restaurant. 

BEFORE  we  left.  Bob  threw  a  big  party  at  the  Old 
Log  Cabin  on  West  Adams  Street.  He  was  the 
richest  man  the  group  had  ever  known,  and  the  party 
for  fifty  must  have  cost  as  much  as  one  table  for  eight 
at  the  swanky  Mayfair  of  today.  We  had  champagne 
and  beer,  and  didn't  have  to  watch  the  door  for  a 
Federal  raiding  party,  nor  drink  for  the  pure  joy  of 
breaking  any  laws. 

They  didn't  sell  hard  liquor  in  California  even  in 
those  days,  and  nobody  wanted  it.  Congenial  folks 
could  get  a  little  mellow  then  without  getting  piflicated. 

IF  you  are  wondering  about  the  identity  of  the 
"  Kay  Dee"  whom  Bob  Eastman  mentioned  in  his 
birthday  telegram,  look  at  the  initials  of  the  third 
party  at  the  bottom  of  the  index  page.  Kathryn 
Dougherty.  She  was  a  kid  bookkeeper  when  Bob  and 
I  went  off  on  that  first  visit  to  the  picture  colony 
and  she  was  sitting  on  the  lid  of  the  business  in  our 
absence.  She  is  still  holding  down  the  lid  today,  the 
best  known  and  most  beloved  woman  executive  in  the 
publishing  business. 

It  seems  that  I  have  been  talking  a  lot  about  our- 
selves, but  only  once  in  a  lifetime  do  we  have  a  seven- 
teenth birthday. 






e  1 1 1  e  d 

We've  finally  got  Dorothy  and 

Richard  married  without  much 

fuss  or  orange  blossoms 


She's  a  good  sport 

'M  not  going  to  marry  Neil  Miller  until  he  gets  a  job," 
Dorothy  Mackaill  told  us  two  months  ago. 

I'm  not  going  to  marry  until  I  find  a  girl  who  wants 
babies  and  is  a  good  sport,"  Richard  Dix  told  us  five 
years  ago. 

Well,  Neil  got  a  job  and  Dorothy  married  him.  And,  while 
we  haven't  overheard  the  private  conversations  of  Richard  Dix 
and  his  bride,  Richard  seems  to  be  satisfied. 

One  week  after  Neil  took  the  position  of  orchestra  director 
for  the  Embassy  Club,  one  of  Hollywood's  swank  spots,  he 
and  Dorothy  flew  to  Yuma,  Arizona,  and  were  married. 

Of  course,  Neil  had  had  positions  before.  In  fact,  he  gave 
up  a  good  one  as  agriculturist  for  the  Hawaiian  Sugar  Planters 
Association.  He  has  been  offered  picture  engagements.  And, 
as  the  fiance  of  a  popular  star,  he  would  have  been  offered  more. 
Things  happen  that  way.  But  he  was  determined  to  sing  and 

He  croons  like  nobody's  business,  is  tall,  handsome,  and 
young — they're  both  twenty-six. 

We're  glad  they  are  married.  Now  we  can  stop  guessing. 
Ever  since  Dorothy  divorced  Lothar  Mendes,  the  German 
director,  in  1928,  we  have  been  running  out  in  our  bare  feet 
every  morning  to  snatch  the  early  paper  for  latest  news  of  her 
romances.     And  she  had  plenty. 

You  probably  recall,  on  April  20  of  this  year,  Dorothy  and 
Neil  obtained  a  license  to  marry  in  Honolulu.  But  the  wedding 
was  postponed.  It  was  generally  understood  that  Dorothy's 
mother,  Mrs.  Florence  Wise,  persuaded  them  to  wait  a  while. 

Close  upon  the  heels  of  this  came  the  rumor  that  Dorothy 
was  engaged  to  Walter  Byron,  English  actor,  at  the  time  she 
sailed  for  Honolulu.  When  Photoplay  interviewed  Mr.  Byron 
to  ascertain  the  facts  in  the  case,  he  said  he  was  still  waiting 
for  news  from  Dorothy.    He  pretended  that  he  really  thought 

And  he  got  a  job 

they  were  engaged.  This  was  just  a  joke  of  his,  not  to  disap- 
point the  newsgatherers;  and,  incidentally,  it  was  not  bad 
publicity  for  him. 

We  had  hardly  gotten  to  press  with  this  story  when  John 
McCormick,  divorced  husband  of  Colleen  Moore,  told  the 
papers  in  Honolulu  that  none  of  these  other  reports  were  true, 
as  he  was  going  to  marry  Dorothy. 

The  funniest  report  ever  circulated  about  Dorothy  was  on  a 
former  trip  to  Honolulu.  How  that  girl  loves  Hawaiian  moon 
light!  Newspaper  men  were  pressing  her  for  a  story,  just  as 
she  was  getting  on  the  steamship  Malola.  Seeking  a  way  out, 
she  told  them  she  was  leaving  behind  her  the  man  she  was 
going  to  marry,  and  quickly  pointed  to  an  actor-director,  who 
was  standing  among  the  visitors  at  the  dock.  "His  name  is 
Horace  Hough,  and  this  is  the  gentleman  right  here."  He,  as 
a  joke,  said  he  hoped  to  marry  Miss  Mackaill  as  soon  as  he 
had  money  enough.  Of  course,  all  the  mutual  friends  knew  he 
already  had  a  wife  and  Dorothy  was  only  kidding,  but  the 
papers  printed  the  story. 

The  Miller-Mackaill  wedding  ceremony  was  performed  by  a 
justice  of  the  peace.  Dorothy  and  Neil  went  across  the  border 
to  Algadonez,  Mexico,  and  had  dinner  and  flew  back  again  at 
six  o'clock,  so  Neil  missed  no  time  from  the  Embassy.  You 
can  imagine  the  ovation  he  received  that  evening. 

I  SUPPOSE  the  question  most  people  want  answered  is: 
"What  is  Mrs.  Winifred  Coe  Dix  like?" 
Well,  she's  non-professional  but  cute  and  pretty  enough  to 
go  professional  if  hubby  ever  gets  to  the  place  where  he  can't 
support  her.  But  she's  the  type  who  prefers  to  be  supported. 
Twenty-three.  The  daughter  of  a  wholesale  grocer  who  is 
rated  "wealthy"  even  during  the  depression.  She  was  born  in 
Minneapolis,  across  the  river  from  St.  Paul,  where  the  stork 
deposited  Richard  fourteen  years   [  please  turn  to  page  114  ] 


liollywoocTs     v^ruelty 

The  ruthless  persecu- 
tion of  Greta  Garho — 
an  incredible,  but  sadlv 
true,  story 

FOR  sheer  cruelty,  the  Middle  Ages  had  nothing  on  modern 
Hollywood  when  it  came  to  practicing  the  art  of  persecu- 
tion. And  there  is  no  one  in  Hollywood  today  who 
knows  better  what  it  is  to  be  put  on  the  rack  and  tortured 
than  Greta  Garbo. 

Instead  of  trying  to  understand  her,  Hollywood  has  spent 
every  effort  to  dig  an  early  professional  grave  for  her.  I  know 
how  true  this  is,  because,  unintentionally,  I  have  been  one  of 
her  most  active  grave-diggers. 

And  now  I  am  going  to  make  a  confession  that  hurts — 
hurts,  because  it  isn't  easy  to  admit  one's  weaknesses.  But 
there  is  such  a  thing  as  justice,  and  the  attacks  upon  Greta 
Garbo  have  become  so  numerous  recently  that  the  good  side 
of  my  nature  cries  out:  It  is  time  to  be  fair  to  her! 

Four  years  ago  I  wrote  the  first  and  only  bona  fide  life  story 
of  Greta  Garbo  for  Photoplay.    She  spent  many  hours  giving 

Tony  Moreno  resented  the  favoritism  he  thought  was 

shown  Garbo.    They  insisted  that  he  wear  boots  so  that 

Greta's  feet  would  look  smaller.    But  in  this  "still"  he's 

getting  all  the  breaks,  Garbo  just  looking  on 


Mauritz  Stiller 

Lon  Chaney 

Four    Who    Were 

me  the  material.  I  was  fascinated  by  her  sincerity,  her  warm, 
earthy  qualities;  her  utter  lack  of  affectation.  After  my  story 
was  printed,  she  said  to  me.  "I  do  not  like  your  story.  I  do 
not  like  to  see  my  soul  laid  bare  upon  paper." 

After  that  she  decided  not  to  see  writers.  She  was  perfectly 
frank,  but  I  was  hurt.  I  did  not  stop  to  analyze  that  there 
might  be  a  justifiable  reason  for  her  decision. 

We  all  know  the  general  story  of  Garbo.  Hollywood  had  to 
take  her  if  it  was  to  get  the  great  European  director.  Mauritz 
Stiller.  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  paid  her  S250  a  week  to  secure 
him  for  the  movies.  This  curious  peasant  girl  with  her  big 
feet,  her  timidity,  her  combination  of  humility,  ambition  and 
indifference,  became  the  laughing  stock  of  the  Metro-Goldwyn- 
Mayer  lot.  I  remember  how  studio  employees  pointed  her 
out  to  me  saying,  ''Look  at  her!  Isn't  she  funny?  Imagine 
that  Swede  trying  to  get  into  picture?  I " 

They  cast  her  in  "The  Temptress"  because  Mauritz  Stiller 
insisted  upon  it.  He  was  to  direct  it.  Naturally,  he  directed 
the  production  in  a  way  that  would  work  to  the  advantage  of 
his  protege.  Garbo  was  tall.  Antonio  Moreno,  the  star,  was 
not  so  tall.  The  director  insisted  that  he  wear  his  hair  pom- 
padour fashion  to  make  him  look  taller.  He  put  him  into 
boots — undoubtedly  to  make  Garbo's  feet  look  smaller. 
Moreno  resented  this  favoritism.  There  was  a  battle,  and 
Stiller  lost.    He  was  removed  from  the  picture. 


'HIS  was  Garbo's  first  experience  with  studio  politics.  Be- 
i-  cause  of  her,  Stiller  lost  his  job.  Yet  it  was  her  friend  Stiller 
who  had  insisted  on  her  being  in  the  picture!  She  was  be- 
wildered, crushed. 

Everywhere  she  turned  she  was  confronted  with  intrigue, 
unkindnesses.  The  publicity  department  got  hold  of  her  and 
made  her  do  all  kinds  of  absurd  things— things  she  didn't  un- 
derstand, but  which  she  was  good  enough  sport  to  go  through 
with.  They  took  her  to  the  beach  and  photographed  her  in  a  J 
track  suit.  When  a  prominent  prize-fighter  visited  the  studio 
one  day  she  was  photographed  shaking  hands  with  him.  By 
this  time  she  could  talk  a  little  English.  She  said,  "  When  I  am  i 
beeg  like  Gish  (then  the  queen  of  the  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer 
lot)  no  more  publicity  like  this;  no  more  handshakes  with 
prize-fighters!  " 

I  have  seldom  met  anyone  more  timid  than  Garbo.  \\  hen 
I  first  went  to  interview  her  she  kept  me  waiting  in  the  lobby 
of  her  hotel  for  fifteen  minutes.  When  she  arrived  she  was  all 
apologies — hesitating,  nervous  ones.  She  was  sincerely  fright-  | 
ened.  At  another  time,  a  New  York  critic,  recently  arrived 
in  Hollvwood.  went  to  the  studio  to  talk   with  her.     She  was 





By  Ruth 


Jack  Gilbert 

Harry  Edington 

Kind    to    Greta 

in  such  a  state  of  nerves  before  his  arrival  she  couldn't  work. 
One  reason  that  Greta  is  always  sending  flowers  to  those 
whom  she  admires  is  because  she  is  incapable  of  expressing  ap- 
preciation verbally.  She  sent  them  to  Marie  Dressier  when 
they  finished  "Anna  Christie,"  as  an  appreciation  for  what 
Marie  had  done  for  that  produc- 
tion. She  sent  some  to  Adrian  when 
she  saw  the  clothes  he  had  designed 
for  "Romance."  She  even  sent 
them  to  Ernst  Lubitsch  because  she 
could  not  tell  him,  her  intimate 
friend,  how  much  she  enjoyed  his 
"Love  Parade." 

THINK  of  the  sorrow  of  this  tim- 
orous girl  when  she  completed 
"  The  Temptress"  without  her  bene- 
factor, Mauri tz  Stiller,  and  went  into 
"  Flesh  and  the  Devil."  If  only  she 
had  someone  to  lead,  to  teach,  to 
enlighten!  Then  she  met  Jack 

Jack  Gilbert  and  Mauritz  Stiller 
had  one  thing  in  common  besides 
their  affection  for  this  woman. They 
each  recognized  the  weird  trick 
which  Fate  had  played  when  it 
combined  in  Garbo  the  physique  of 
a  peasant  with  the  talent  of  a  Bern- 
hardt. What  Stiller  had  done  for 
her  in  Europe,  Gilbert  decided  to  do 
in  this  country.  He  appointed  him- 
self her  mentor  and  guide. 

He  told  her  not  to  pose  for  pic- 
tures which  she  did  not  understand 
and  did  not  like;  not  to  talk  to  in- 
terviewers if  it  made  her  nervous. 
Whenever  an  interviewer  was 
brought  onto  the  set,  Jack  planted 
himself  there  as  a  protector.  "Don't 
say  that!"  he  would  tell  her.  He 
instilled  in  Greta  Garbo  distrust 
of  the  writing  profession. 

Greta  listened  and  believed.  Why 
shouldn't  she?  Here  was  the 
screen's  greatest  hero  taking  un- 
limited time,  spending  large 

Imagine  that  Swede 
trying  to  get  into  pic- 
tures!" that's  what  they 
said  about  Garbo 

amounts  of  his  great  energy  to  help  a  green  newcomer.  Her 
appreciation  cannot  be  estimated  by  those  who  do  not  know 
the  depths  of  her  nature.  I  do  not  think  Greta  was  ever  in  love 
with  Jack.  And  I  think  his  love  for  her  caused  her  more  em- 
barrassment and  sincere  regret  than  any  experience  she  has  had 
in  Hollywood,  with  the  exception  of  the  failure  of  Mauritz 

She  may  have  loved  Stiller.  I  do  not  know.  I  do  know  she 
enshrined  him.  When  she  talked  to  me  of  Stiller  her  eyes  filled 
with  tears,  her  entire  body  trembled  with  emotion.  But  with 
both  of  these  men,  gratitude  was  a  predominating  emotion. 

The  love  of  both  men  at  the  same  time  was  unfortunate.  You 
remember  the  time  that  Jack  Gilbert  was  thrown  into  the 
Beverly  Hills'  jail.  The  cause  was  given,  in  the  newspapers,  as 
disorderly  conduct.  The  truth  was,  Mauritz  Stiller  was  calling 
on  Greta  Garbo.    Jack  arrived    [  please  turn  to  page  102  ] 

The  publicity  department  made  Garbo  do  many  things  before  she  was  powerful 

enough  to  refuse.    Posing  with  this  baby  lion  was  a  task  she  didn't  relish  and  she 

hated  wearing  running  trunks  to  be  photographed  with  a  university  track  coach. 

But  she  had  no  choice !    Those  were  the  orders  given 


Crowds!        Stars!        Thrills!        Ermine! 


HERE  is  the  greatest  photograph  of  a  Hollywood 
premiere  ever  made.  Crowds,  waiting  for  hours 
to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  stars,  straining  at  the  ropes. 
Lights!  Excitement!  Noise!  Ballyhoo!  "Five  Star 
Final"  opens!     Good  work,  Mr.  Photographer  Stagg 

Lights!        M 

i  c  r 


o  n  e  s  . 

!        High    Ha 

t  s 

Photo  by  Stagg 

HP'HE  great  ones  arrive,  splendid  in  top  hats  and 
■*-  glittering  jewels.  Eddie  Robinson  and  his  Mrs. 
are  at  the  mike.  Joan  Blondell  on  his  left.  You'll  also 
discover  Louise  Fazenda,  Loretta  Young,  Lew  Cody, 
Jean  Harlow  and  Walter  Huston  and  bride  out  front 





Rags  are  royal  rai- 
ment when  worn 
As  the  old  wharf 
rat  in  "Min  and 
Bill"  —  ev  ery 
pound   a  queen 

Because  of  her 
work  in  this  role 
she  was  chosen  as 
the  greatest  ac- 
tress of  them  all 
by  the  Motion 
Picture  Academy 

Of  Hollywood 

IN  the  world's  capital  of  youth  and  beauty,  a  woman  past 
sixty  is  now  the  reigning  queen. 
The   Academy   of   Motion   Picture   Arts  and   Sciences, 
representing  the  industry,  and  PHOTOPLAY  Magazine,  repre- 
senting  the  motion  picture  public,  have  given  her  the  crown 
and  the  title,  '"Queen  Marie  of  Hollywood." 

Dolly  Gann  wouldn't  stand  aside  for  Alice  Roosevelt,  who 

was  known  as  the  princess  of  Washington,  but  she  graciously 

gave  way  to  Marie  Dressier  at  filmland's  annual  big  banquet. 

That  woman  who  played  the  blowzy  old  wharf  rat  of  "Min 

and  Hill"'  holds  the  sceptre  of  Hollywood. 

Oh,  many  stars  have  been  called  queen.     Mary  Pickford — 
the  most  persistent  contender  to  the  title.     Gloria  Swanson    - 
upon  her  triumphant  return  from 
Kurope    with    a    real    Marquis. 

Marion  Davies — the  film  capi-  D  T  I 

tal's  social  leader.    Greta  Garbo  IS )r     J  OS  ef  ll 

— who  truly  rules  the   hearts   of   millions   of   picture   lovers. 
But  wait — about  every  one  of  these  women  there  has  been 
dissent.     Little  whispering  choruses  have  said  they  were  not 
so  great.     Jealousy  has  gripped  the  hearts  of  their  rivals. 
Not  so  "  Good  Queen  Marie  of  Hollywood." 
Since  her  sensational  rise  which  began  several  years  ago 
there  has  not  been  a  word  of  criticism  murmured  about  her. 
No  one  is  jealous  of  her. 

Not  one  of  the  tens  of  thousands  of  letters  received  by 
PHOTOPLAY  about  her — and  they  arrive  in  flocks,  those  letters 
—have  ever  contained  anything  but  the  highest  praise. 

She  has  been  accredited  with  stealing  every  picture  in  which 
she  has  ever  appeared  (even  Garbo's  "Anna  Christie')  and 

not  a  single  critic  has  ever  writ- 
ten one  derogatory  word  about 
j  •  her  acting. 

in  6     JCirVlS  She's  the  rave  of  Hollywood. 

uM.ay    1    Ca/Z    You    Marie.         asked    the    V ice-r  resident 

She  is  beloved  by  the  greatest 
nation-wide  celebrities  as  well  as 
every  studio  worker.  Perfectly 
at  ease  with  swell  society  and 
royalty,  she  has  still  kept  the 
common  touch. 

All  of  her  triumphs,  all  of  her 
great  successes  culminated  re- 
cently at  the  annual  banquet  of 
the  Academy  of  Motion  Picture 
Arts  and  Sciences.  This  organi- 
zation which  has  steadily  grown 
in  power  and  dignity  each  year 
makes  awards,  by  vote  of  the 
members,  which  include  all  the 
great  of  the  cinema,  for  the  best 
screen  performances  of  stars, 
best  directorial  efforts,  etc. 

CROWDED  into  the  elabor- 
ate dining  room  were  hun- 
dreds of  film  celebrities.  At  the 
speakers'  table  were  Vice-Presi- 
dent of  the  United  States  Charles 
Curtis,  his  sister  Dolly  Gann, 
Mabel  Walker  Willebrandt,  and 
the  Governor  of  California,  James 
Rolph,  Jr.  Hollywood  fawned  a 
little  sickeningly  upon  the  Vice- 
President  and  that  stormy  petrel 
of  Washington,  Dolly  Gann. 
Everybody  fawned — everybody 
but  Marie  Dressier,  she  who  was 
honored  as  the  actress  who  had 
given  the  best  performance  of 
the  year  1931 — in  "Min  and 

She  sat  at  the  table,  a  gracious, 
imposing  figure  in  a  simple  black 
lace  evening  dress.  She  is  not 
beautiful — as  a  matter  of  fact, 
she  has  never  been.  But  she  has 
something  so  much  more  than 

When  the  bronze  statuette, 
the  symbol  of  the  honor  the 
Academy  paid  her,  was  awarded, 

Dolly  Gann,  who  queened  it  over  Washington 
society,  Mabel  Willebrandt,  the  queen  of  prohibi- 
tion, and  Marie  Dressier,  Hollywood's  queen,  at 
the  Academy  banquet.  Vice-President  Curtis,  in 
center,  and  Lionel  Barrymore.  Curtis  was  so 
charmed  with  Marie  he  never  left  her  side 

An  old  picture  of  Marie  taken  at  the  time  when  she 

was  delighting  the  exclusive  circle  ruled  by  Mrs. 

Stuyvesant  Fish.     Marie  made  the  social  grade 

and  was  the  most  popular  member  of  the  400 

the  dining  salon  of  the  Bilt- 
more  was  rocked  by  applause. 
She  is  loved  as  no  other  person 
has  ever  been  loved  in  Holly- 

Charles  Curtis  was  completely 
carried  away  by  the  charm  of 
her  speech  of  acceptance — a 
speech  in  which  she  was  clever 
enough  to  hide  the  sentimental 
things  she  felt.  When  she  sat 
down,  he  said,  "I  admire  you  so 
greatly,  Miss  Dressier,  do  you 
mind  if  I  call  you  Marie?  " 

The  queen  turned  to  him. 
"Charlie,"  she  said,  with  royal 
dignity,  "you  can  call  me  any- 
thing you  like." 

Voted  by  the  Academy  of 
Motion  Picture  Arts  and  Sci- 
ences as  the  greatest  woman 
actress;  voted,  unofficially  by 
Hollywood,  as  the  most  beloved 
member  of  the  colony;  voted, 
by  the  picture  public,  as  the 
great  panacea  for  depression; 
voted,  by  society,  as  the  most 
charming  and  witty  of  dinner 
companions;  voted,  by  the  stu- 
dio workers,  as  the  best  scout 
who  ever  stepped  on  a  set — that 
is  the  record  of  this  elderly 
woman  of  humble  birth. 

OH  yes,  her  birth  was  humble. 
Marie  was  the  daughter  of 
a  simple,  home-loving  mother 
and  an  itinerant  musician  father. 
They  wandered  from  town  to 
town  seeking  a  living  and  an  op- 
portunity worthy  of  the  father's 
talents.  There  was  never  any 
money — not  even  enough  for  a 
good  education  for  Marie. 

But  Marie's  mother  wanted 
her    daughter     to    have    real 

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A  L 

o  n 






By  Leonard  Hall 




But  Gloria  Swanson's  hearts 
right  there,  now  that  she  has  an 
Irishman  for  Husband  Number 
Four !  And  Connie  Bennett  has 
Gloria's  Marquis  de  la  Falaise 

HAVING  lived  at  least  thirty-three  glamorous  lives  in 
her  thirty-three  years,  Gloria  Swanson,  as  Mrs. 
Michael  Farmer,  is  beginning  a  thirty-fourth! 
Yep — our  Gloria  has  now  rounded  out  an  interna- 
tional quartet  of  husbands,  the  handsome  young  Irish  lad 
taking  his  place  with  an  American,  a  Jewish-American  and  a 
Frenchman  in  her  vivid  history. 

Gloria  Swanson,  did  I  carelessly  remark?  Fie,  and  faugh! 
She  may  still  be  that  on  the  billboards,  but  let's  give  her  her 
full  war  title — Gloria  Swanson  Beery  Somborn,  the  Marquise 
de  la  Falaise  de  la  Coudraye  Farmer.  Try  that  on  your  calling 

Moreover,  the  divorce  and  new  hitching  paved  the  way  for 
the  merry  nuptials  of  Connie  Bennett  and  Gloria's  third — 
Henri  the  Marquis — rounding  out  as  tangled  a  marital  muddle- 
ment  as  Hollywood  has  seen  in  its  long,  gaudy  history  of  matri- 
monial hits  and  misses. 

Connie,  by  the  way,  is  doing  pretty  well  herself.  Her  note- 
paper  may  now  read  "Constance  Bennett  Moorehead  Plant, 
the  Marquise  de  la  Falaise  de  la  Coudraye."    Not  bad! 

Thus  it  has  taken  eight  marriages  (including  Gloria's  two  to 
Mike)  to  get  these  four  people  sorted  out  and  settled  down  to 
ineffable  and  everlasting  wedded  joy.     Tell  me,  darlings,  isn't 

love  beautiful,  wonderful  and  just  too  divine?    Oh,  the  glories 
of  romance  in  moonstruck  Movieland! 

Still  and  all,   Gloria  Swanson,  etc.,  is  now  Mrs.  Michael 
""What  next  for  her? 

I  consult  the  dream  book,  look  in  my  pet  crystal  and  say. 

First,  with  the  completion  of  "Tonight  or  Never,"  her  new 
picture,  she  and  Mike  will  scoot  to  France  for  a  long,  restful 

Second,  don't  be  surprised  if  Gloria  and  Michael  start  right 
out  to  raise  a  young  family.  Gloria  loves  children,  and  is  a 
first-rate  mother. 

Two  tips  from  Prof.  Hall,  star-gazer,  to  paste  in  your  topper. 

What  a  wondrous  woman,  this  Gloria  of  ours! 

She  can  no  more  keep  off  Page  One  than  Gandhi,  under  his 
vows,  can  wear  pants!  The  phrase  "movie  star,'-  with  all  the 
magnificent  madness  it  implies,  was  invented  to  fit  this  girl. 

And  now  she  cracks  the  first  page  wide  open  again,  with  an 
off-side  marriage  to  Mr.  Farmer  last  summer,  and  a  legal  one  in 
Yuma,  Arizona,  on  November  9.  And  the  glittering  book  of 
Gloria's  life  is  not  half  penned,  or  even  dreamed! 

Nothing  if  not  ardent,  this  Swanson  child !    How  she  can  take 

Connie  and  Hank,  Gloria's 
ex-marquis,  do  everything 
according  to  Hoyle.  No  secret 
weddings  for  them,  so  right  in 
full  view  of  everybody  they 
appeared  at  the  Los  Angeles 
marriage  license  bureau  and 
swore  to  tell  the  truth.  But 
they  didn't  want  the  bad  old 
photographer  to  catch  them. 
Connie  gets  $30,000  a  week 
for  looking  at  a  camera 

it!  After  three  wild  swings  at  the 
brass  ring  of  eternal  bliss,  she  made 
another  snatch  and  grabbed  young 
Mike,  free,  handsome  and  twenty- 

That  pudgy  old  English  phi- 
losopher, Samuel  Johnson,  com- 
menting on  a  new  marriage  by  an 

old  friend,  remarked,  "Alas!  Another  instance  of  the  triumph 
of  hope  over  experience!"  He  might  have  said  it  cf  Gloria. 
She's  a  chronic  hoper  in  love! 

For  our  amusement  and  instruction,  and  for  the  benefit  of 
historians  who  shall  come  after  us,  let's  run  down  the  star- 
spangled  record  of  her  amazing,  almost  incredible  life. 

We'll  do  it  by  spouses. 

Number  One.  Gloria  met  and  married  Wallace  Beery  when 
she  was  just  an  atom  of  decoration  on  the  old  Essanay  lot  in 
Chicago,  and  he  was  a  wild  Swede  comic  on  the  same  stage.  In 
Hollywood,  Wally  took  his  little  jobs  where  he  found  them,  and 
Gloria  donned  the  one-piece  uniform  of  the  famous  Mack 
Sennett  Bathing  Girl  Brigade — though  she  couldn't  swam  a  lick 
if  a  sea-serpent  were  chasing  her.  Wally,  incidentally,  is  an 
American  of  three  generations.     This  one  didn't  take,  and  in 

1918  a  judge  unspliced  them. 

Number  Two.  Herbert  Somborn,  a  clever  and  handsome 
young  Jewish-American,  fell  for  Gloria  like  a  ton  of  pig-iron. 
Herb  was  a  famous  Hollywood  beau,  then,  and  the  manager  of 
Clara  Kimball  Young,  at  that  time  the  biggest  shot  in  pictures. 
But  he  gave  up  all  the  other  girls  and  lit  out  after  Gloria,  and  in 

1919  she  yessed  him. 

Faded  into  Gloria's  limbo  of  forgotten  things  are  her 
first  three  husbands  —Wally  Beery,  Herb  Somborn  and 
the  Marquis  de  la  Falaise.  Hubby  Number  Four  is 
Michael  Farmer,  called  the  "millionaire  Irish  playboy." 
He  may  not  be  a  millionaire  but  he's  rich  in  charm 

Then  began  Gloria's  Golden 

Age.  The  movies  were  stark  crazy 

—  money  grew  on  gooseberry 

bushes,  and  under  Somborn's 

management  Swanson  got  her 

share  of  it.    He  craftily  hiked  her 

Paramount   salary   from   $350  a 

week  to  85,000  —  and  that  was 

only  lipstick  money.     In  1920  her  beloved  daughter  Gloria  II 

was  born.    Then  a  little  boy  called  Joseph  was  adopted  to  keep 

the  child  company. 

But  ah!  The  end  was  beginning!  Gloria  was  no  longer  a 
movie  actress — she  was  a  queen.  Soon  it  was  heigho!  and  off 
for  a  Paris  divorce,  and  Herbert  faded  out  of  the  Swanson  close- 
ups  and  long-shots.  He  is  now  Wilson  Mizner's  partner  in  the 
famous  Brown  Derby  restaurants  of  California,  and  rich  even 
in  depression  days. 

Number  Three.  In  1925,  bands  blared  in  New  York,  and  the 
royal  suite  was  dusted.  Gloria  was  coming  home  from  France 
with  a  new  husband,  and  a  title.  He  turned  out  to  be  the  young 
Marquis  de  la  Falaise  de  la  Coudraye,  a  nice  boy — not  much 
money,  but  a  lot  of  charm.  By  then  Gloria  was  far  smarter 
than  the  men  who  made  pictures!  Oh,  my  yes!  She  passed  up 
twenty  thousand  a  week  at  Paramount — she  sniffed  at  a 
million-a-year  offer  from  Fox. 

She'd  run  her  own  affairs,  if  you  please.  So  off  she  swept  to 
Hollywood,  husband,  title,  court  and  all.  Things  were  chipper 
for  a  while.  Suddenly  Henri — or  "Hank,"  as  Photoplay 
affectionately  called  him — blew  to  Paris,  and  Gloria  stayed  at 
home,    making   hits   and    flops,     [  please  turn  to  page  98  ] 


HOLLYWOOD    lovebirds   are    not   safe 
even  in  Europe.    John  Gilbert  and  Lupe 
Velez  met  in  Paris  and  were  having  a 
grand  time  until  the  reporters  got  after  them. 
Then  they  hopped  a  plane  for  Cherbourg,  and 
caught  a  boat  home. 

Lupe  and  John  have  admitted  their  affection 
for  one  another,  but  it  all  happened  so  suddenly 
that  it  left  Hollywood  stunned.  Jack  had  been 
billing  and  cooing  with  Marjorie  King,  a 
charming  young  recruit  from  the  New  York 
statre.  when  he  met  Lupe  and  bang!  went  the 
Gilbert-King  romance.  He  had  also  been  seen 
quite  often  with  Ina  Claire,  whose  divorce  from 
him  soon  will  be  final.  And  just  before  that  it 
was  the  dusky  Hawaiian  princess. 

HTHEX  he  met  Lupe  and  all  bets  were  off. 
•*-  Jack  and  Lupe  met  in  Buster  Keaton's 
dressing-room  in  the  M-G-M  Studio,  where 
both  were  working.  They  knew  each  other  but 
slightly.  They  started  a  conversation  and 
within  two  minutes  they  were  conscious  only  of 
each  other.  Forgotten  were  Hawaiian  prin- 
cesses, ex-wives  and  beautiful  young  stage 
stars.  Lupe  mentioned  that  she  was  going  to 
Europe  on  the  completion  of  her  picture.  Jack 
told  her  that  he  had  the  same  idea,  and  after 
that  they  were  inseparable. 

When  Jack  left  for  Xew  York,  Lupe  went 
down  to  the  train  to  see  him  off.    "Come  on 

When  Gilbert  Roland  plays  tennis, 
Norma  Talmadge  has  to  sit  in  the 
back  spectators'  row.  It  makes  Gil- 
bert nervous  when  she  watches  him. 
But  at  Herbert  Brenon's  tournament 
Gil  walked  and  ran  |  away  with  first 
prize.  Now  they're  calling  him 
"Tilden"  for  short.  Note  pleased 
smile  on  Norma's  face 

Dolores  Del  Rio  is  a  big  movie  star  to  you,  but  she's  still  "baby"  to  mama 
from  Mexico  City  who  spends  her  time  in  Hollywood.  Mrs.  J.  L.  Anunsolo 
doesn't  speak  much  English  but  she  can  make  almost  anybody  understand 
that  Dolores  is  just  a  little  bit  of  all  right.  And  you  can  see,  with  half  an 
eye,  the  vivid  resemblance  between  the  two 

C  a  1     York 

and  go  with  me,"  he  said.  "It  will  be  a  lone- 
some trip  alone."  Lupe  boarded  the  train  and 
wired  her  maid  to  send  her  trunks.  Jack  lit  out 
for  Europe  as  soon  as  he  reached  Xew  York. 
Lupe  followed  in  about  a  week. 

A  XD  what  about  her  "Garee"?  Well,  after 
■*  Mhe  bustup  between  Lupe  and  Gary 
Cooper  in  Hollywood.  Gary  came  to  Xew  York 
to  make  a  picture  in  the  Eastern  Paramount 
Studio.  It  was  his  first  long  visit  to  Xew  York 
and  he  became  quite  a  social  attraction.  He 
and  Tallulah  Bankhead  were  seen  in  the  night 
spots  together.  Then,  suddenly,  Gary  sailed 
out  for  Europe.  He  has  not  been  at  all  well  and 
there  was  a  suggestion  that  his  lungs  were 

affected.  He  didn't  tell  his  bosses  at  the  Para- 
mount Studio  until  he  had  sailed. 

On  the  same  boat  that  Gary  took  to  Italy 
was  the  Countess  di  Frasso,  whom  Gary  had 
been  seen  escorting  around  Xew  York. 

Once  he  was  having  dinner  in  a  Xew  York 
restaurant  when  Lupe  and  Jack  Gilbert  ar- 
rived. Jack  went  over  to  talk  with  Gary,  but 
Lupe  didn't  look  in  his  direction.  Pretty  soon 
Gary  left  the  restaurant. 

I  am  not  good  at  figuring  these  things  out. 
but  to  my  misty  old  eyes  it  looks  as  if  Gary  is 
still  crazy  about  his  little  Mexican  tamale. 
But,  for  the  present.  Lupe  can't  see  anybody — 
well,  not  this  month,  anyhow — except  Jack 


Portrait  of  a  family  man.  On  papa  Lloyd's  lap  is  Harold,  Jr.,  who  didn't 
weigh  three  pounds  at  birth  but  now,  at  nine  months,  is  a  blase  gent  of 
sixteen  pounds.  Peggy  deft)  is  the  adopted  child,  Gloria  (right)  the 
Lloyds'  own  daughter.  Mama  Mildred  is  behind  the  camera  standing 
on  her  head  to  make  baby  smile.     Pooh!  —he's  used  to  those  old  gags 

1  he  Monthly  .Broadcast 



V/TARY  PICK  FORD  is  going  through  one  of 
the  most  trying  periods  of  her  life.  She 
hangs  on  to  stardom  and  is  trying  to  find  a 
picture  in  which  she  can  make  a  comeback, 
while  Doug  and  his  pals  have  hit  out  for 
Manchuria,  Siberia,  the  Gobi  Desert  and  other 
remote  points  of  the  world.  His  first  travel- 
ogue was  such  a  success  that  it  looks  as  though 
Doug  were  in  for  a  life  of  globe-trotting,  with 
Mary  as  a  lonely  travel  widow  in  the  enlarged 
and  renovated  Pickfair. 

Any  talk  of  legal  separation  is  idle  chatter. 
While  the  hot  flush  of  romance  is  over,  they 
have  become  something  more  stable  than 
lovers — good  friends. 

Mary  doesn't  care  for   globe-trotting    and 

Doug,  having  found  a  new  outlet  for  his  ener- 
gies, can't  stay  put.  Golf  widows  shouldn't 
complain.  Their  husbands  come  home  at  least 
once  a  week,  but  Doug  is  off  for  six  months  or  a 

HEADLINE  in  a  Los  Angeles  daily 
paper:     Marquis    Looks 
Doomed  To  Early  Trip  To  Altar 

and    his    wife, 
up    it    brought 

WHEN"  Lowell  Sherman 
Helene  Costello.  broke 
about  a  reconciliation  between  Helene  and  her 
sister  Dolores  (Mrs.  John  Barrymore).  The 
sisters  had  not  visited  or  even  spoken  for  a  long 
time.     John    Barrymore   doesn't   like   Lowell 

Sherman  and  the  feeling  is  very  much  re- 
ciprocated. Until  a  few  days  ago  Helene  had 
not  even  seen  her  sister's  baby,  but  since  the 
separation  the  two  girls  have  been  inseparable. 

"D  UDY  YALLEE  spends  all  his  spare  time 
■^listening  to  his  rival  crooners.  One  week  he 
was  seen  in  the  Paramount  Theater  in  New 
York  three  times,  listening  to  Bing  Crosby. 

Bing  threatens  to  steal  Rudy's  laurels.  They 
mobbed  the  theater  when  he  appeared  in  New 
York,  and  the  crowd  was  so  unmanageable 
that  several  women  fainted. 

•"THEY'VE  got  her  name  in  electric  lights, 
■*■  she's  responsible  for  a  new  hair  fad,  she's 
been  one  of  the  quickest  successes  in  Holly- 
wood, she  means  box-office  and  she  gets  only 
S350  a  week. 

Jean  Harlow.  We  don't  blame  her  for 
feeling  sore. 

HUGHES  told  a  friend  that  he 
was  thinking  of  quitting  the  motion 

"I  wouldn't  do  that,"  said  his 
friend.  "There's  a  lot  of  money  in 

"Yes,  mine,"  answered  Mr. 

Wide  World 

He  can't  get  over  that  overhand 
stroke!  This  lad  with  the  Goddess  of 
Liberty  attitude  is  Johnny  Weissmul- 
ler,  world's  champion  swimmer.  And 
he's  been  persuaded  (with  a  nice  fat 
check)  to  play  the  name  role  in  "Tar- 
zan."  Yes,  that's  his  only  costume 
in  this  picture  and  winter  is  winter, 
even  in  Hollywood 







The  Joy  girl  and  business  man  William  Hook  said 
those  old  vows.  And  that's  the  best  deal  he  ever 
put  over.  Leatrice  says  being  a  Good  Wife  is  her 
favorite  role  from  now  on  and  she's  through  with 
movies.    She  used  to  be  Mrs.  Jack  Gilbert 


"Ooh,  I  like  heem  ver'  much,"  says  Lily  Damita 
about  playboy  Sidney  Smith,  "but  he  work  in 
New  York,  I  work  in  Hollywood.  How  we 
marry,  hein?"  So  they  give  up  work  and  play  on 
California's  beaches.     A  handsome  couple,  yes? 

for  such  a  title  at 
the  banquet  of  the 
Academy  of  Motion 
Picture  Arts  and 
Sciences  when,  dur- 
ing the  long  speeches, 
he  went  to  sleep  on 
the  shoulder  of  Marie 

A  T  a  luncheon  given  to  visiting  newspaper 
■*■  ^-publishers,  at  one  of  the  Hollywood  studios, 
an  unassuming,  unaffected  and  very  pretty 
young  lady  sat  between  two  of  the  visitors. 
She  had  on  no  make-up,  not  even  rouge. 

"  Must  be  the  daughter  of  some  country  pub- 
lisher. 1  bet  she's  getting  a  kick  out  of  these 
stars,"  said  one  of  the  reporters. 

A  lew  minutes  later  Conrad  Nagel  intro- 
duced the  unassuming  young  lady.  Miss 
Dorothy  Jordan  arose  and  took  a  bow. 

A  S  told  on  another  page  of  this  magazine, 
■*  *Jackie  Cooper  wants  to  be  a  "man  about 
town."      Hut    he   was   absolutely   unqualified 

HP  HE  economy  wave  has  hit  the  Paramount 
Studio  so  hard  that  they  are  making  over 
George  Bancroft's  underwear  to  lit  Arthur 
Pierson.  It's  a  suit  of  heavy  rubber  under- 
wear, such  as  is  worn  by  actors  when,  for 
picture  purposes,  they  have  to  work  in  icy 
water.  When  the  rubber  underwear  suit  was 
cut  down,  it  had  to  be  vulcanized  to  make  it 
waterproof.  Pierson  uses  it  in  water  scenes  for 
"XoOne  Man." 

"P^LECTRIC  light  sign  on  the  mar- 
-"quee  of  the  Mayfair  Theater  in 
New  York  reads — ARE  THESE  OUR 
Children  By  Wesley  Ruggles. 

DAMON"  NOVARRO  admitted  in  court  the 

other  day  that  he  had  had  a  little  drink. 

Novarro  and   his  secretary-chauffeur,    Frank 

Hansen,  were  being  sued  for  an  auto  crash. 

•"THEY  say  that  Jetta  Goudal  held  up  produc- 
•*■  tion  on  the  Will  Rogers  picture  until  she 
got  a  piece  of  blue  velvet  ribbon  that  suited  her 
artistic  temperament. 

/^\XE  of  the  happiest,  most  companionable 
^-^Hollywood  couples  that  have  visited  New 
York  for  a  long  time  is  Joan  Crawford  and 
Douglas  Fairbanks,  Jr.  They  were  glad  to  get 
away  from  the  studio  city.  Probably  no  mar- 
riage has  had  a  harder  time  than  theirs,  in  the 
maelstrom  of  Holh-wood  gossip. 

One  gossip-monger  printed  a  story  about 
Doug  driving  a  lady  to  the  beach  and  said  he 
went  at  reckless  speed  because  he  didn't  want 
to  be  recognized.  The  fact  is  that  Doug  has  a 
black  and  silver  car  that's  so  conspicuous  that 
you  could  recognize  it  a  mile  off.  The  lady  was 
Rose  Hobart  and  they  were  driving  to  the 
beach  to  meet  Joan. 




Another  romance  bit  the  dust 
when  the  judge  handed  Irene 
Rich  that  fatal  paper.  She  and 
hubby  David  Blankenhorn  hadn't 
been  happy  for  a  long  time 

'"THE  gossipers  also  said  that  young  Doug  and 
■*•  Clifton  Webb  and  Hope  Williams  were 
always  out  together,  and  where  was  Joan? 
Joan  had  been  working  hard  on  "Possessed," 
and  never  left  the  set  before  9  P.  M.  Once  when 
Doug  broke  an  engagement  for  both  of  them 
during  that  time  the  catty  hostess  said,  "Too 
bad  Doug  can't  tie  his  shoe  laces  without  Joan. 
Other  Hollywood  husbands  go  to  parties  when 
their  wives  are  working." 

That's  Hollywood.  At  least  they  will  be 
free  of  such  romance-busting  gossip  in  New 
York,  where  they  can  sit  in  a  theater  and  hold 
hands  without  someone  saying  they  are  putting 
on  an  act. 

Y\  THEN  Corinne  Griffith  was  working  in 
W  pictures  out  in  Hollywood,  Walter 
Morosco,  her  husband,  managed  all  her  busi- 
ness affairs.  Now  Walter  is  running  the  Para- 
mount Studios  in  London  and  doing  a  good  job 
of  it,  while  Corinne  is  merely  the  Wife  Depart- 

T7VEN  in  Hollywood  few  people  know  that 
"'-'Robert  Williams  was  really  responsible  for 
his  own  death.  Although  his  physicians 
warned  him  that  he  had  an  acute  appendicitis 
and  that  he  should  be  operated  on  immedi- 
ately, he  refused  until  the  appendix  broke  and 
death  was  almost  inevitable. 

Photoplay  credited  him  one  of  the  best  per- 



Whoops  and  a  couple  of  goody- 
goodees!  This  is  the  way  Joan 
Bennett  looked  when  she  arrived 
in  New  York  with  her  painful 
hospital  experience  behind  her 

formances  of  the  month  in  the  December  issue 
for  his  work  in  "Platinum  Blonde."  His  work 
in  "Devotion,"  and  "Rebound,"  had  already 
assured  him  of  a  firm  place  in  the  film  firma- 
ment. He  was  scheduled  to  play  the  lead  in 
Connie  Bennett's  "Lady  With  a  Past."  No 
film  newcomer  had  made  such  rapid  strides. 

Williams  ran  away  from  a  farm  when  he  was 
ten  years  old  to  join  a  band  of  tent  show 
troupers.  He  later  became  one  of  Broadway's 
favorite  juveniles.  And  then  the  movies1— 
where  he  was,  for  the  few  short  months  he 
spent  in  Hollywood,  in  constant  demand. 

'"TWELVE  years  ago  a  little  lad  was  hanging 
■*■  round  his  father's  studio  in  Fort  Lee,  New 
Jersey,  and,  poking  his  nose  into  every  phase  of 
production  from  scene  building  to  film  printing, 
made  himself  a  general  nuisance.  A  director 
who  was  working  in  that  studio  told  me  at  that 
time,  "I  have  never  seen  such  a  kid  in  my  life. 
His  curiosity  about  everything  connected  with 
pictures  is  absolutely  insatiable." 

He  is  young  David  Selznick,  son  of  Lewis  J. 
Selznick,  who  at  that  time  was  a  film  mogul. 
David  was  always  accompanied,  in  the  snoop- 
ing about  the  studio,  by  his  brother,  Myron, 
who  was  equally  curious.  Selznick  pcre  is  now 
retired  and  David  has  just  been  appointed  the 
producing  czar  of  the  RKO  Studios. 

Myron  is  making  a  slim  half  million  dollars  a 
year  as  the  top  motion  picture  agent  in  Holly- 

Curiosity  didn't  kill  them. 

T  TOT.LVWOOD  divorces  for  the  past  year 
■*-  ■'•were  twenty-five  per  cent  under  the  pre- 
vious year.    The  depression  is  blamed. 


A  success  with  only  three  pic- 
tures! His  biggest  break  was 
being  Connie  Bennett's  leading 
man.  But  Robert  Williams  died 
before  he  played  the  role 

"L_TERE  is  an  odd  one.  Mrs.  Jesse  Crawford, 
•*■  Athe  famous  motion  picture  theater  organ- 
ist, has  her  gowns  designed  so  that  they  look 
better  from  the  back  than  from  the  front.  She 
faces  the  audience  only  for  one  moment  when  she 
takes  a  bow  following  her  performance. 

•THE  newspapers  recently  reported  the  death 
■*■  of  Norma  Phillips  who,  fourteen  years  ago, 
was  known  as  "The  Mutual  Girl."  She  was 
starred  in  a  series  of  one-reel  subjects  and  at 
that  time  became  quite  famous.  She  was 
thirty-eight  when  she  died  penniless,  and  was 
buried  by  the  actors'  fund. 

""THE  most  dignified  divorce  in  Hollywood 
was  that  gotten  by  the  Lawrence  Tibbetts. 
No  mud  throwing,  no  family  skeletons  ex- 
posed; just  an  agreement  between  a  lady  and  a 
gentleman  who  agreed  to  disagree.  The  only 
quarreling  which  took  place  was  between  their 
mutual  friends,  trying  to  decide  which  was  in 
the  right — Grace  or  Lawrence. 

At  this  writing,  Grace  is  devoting  her  time  to 
their  two  handsome  boys  and  Lawrence  is  on  a 
concert  tour,  with  rumors  floating  about  that  a 
second  marriage  is  in  the  offing  for  him,  to  a 
charming  lady  in  San  Francisco. 

"LJERE^s  the  biggest  heart-throb  news  of 
■*•  -*-the  month — Billie  Dove  and  millionaire- 
boy-producer  Howard  Hughes  have  played 
romantic  reconciliation  scene!  Everybody 
thought  Dorothy  Jordan  was  Howard's  love 
interest  and  then  he  arrived  at  Hollywood's 
first  Mayfair  party  of  the  season  squiring 
Billie  Dove.  To  take  a  girl  to  the  Mayfair  is 
a  public  announcement. 

Funny  part  was  it  must  have  been  a  last 
minute  idea  for  they'd  not  called  for  reserva- 
tions. Gasping  waiters  made  room  for  them 
while  all  the  gossip  hounds  buzzed  and  buzzed 
and  buzzed! 

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"Gumpsy"  (see  story)  and  Pola  understand  each  other.    "She 

blows  up,  but  she  always  comes  down  again,"  says  "Gumpsy," 

who  is  holding  her  make-up  box  while  Pola  gets  ready  for  a 

scene  in  "The  Woman  Commands" 

POLA  NEGRI  has  come  back  with  a  brand-new  figure,  a 
pet  alligator,  and  a  new  act  that — well,  really,  it  has  any 
of  Pola's  past  performances  beat  a  mile. 

She's  gone  humble.    She  says  so  herself.  But,  and  here's 
the  catch,  not  only  is  Pola  humble,  she  is  intellectual. 

My  gosh,  how  intellectual!    It's  gorgeous. 

She  departed  our  midst  with  a  brand-new  (now  secon  J-hand) 
prince,  an  expired  contract  (not  renewed)  and  muttered  threats 
that  "in  Poland  we  kill." 

In  Hollywood  she  kills,  too.  She's  killing  them  right  and 
Left.  She  talks  at  length  on  the  secrets  of  French  diplomacy, 
America's  cultural  future  and  Gandhi's  past.  The  rise  of 
( )riental  philosophy  and  the  fall  of  Susan  Lenox.  You  have 
never  heard  anything  like  it. 

Neither  did  Hollywood. 

They  sit  back  in  wide-eyed  bewilderment  and  chew  their 

raspberry  finger  nails  and  wonder  why  in  the ,  what  I  mean 

is,  they  wonder  why  they  didn't  think  of  it  first. 

And  as  if  being  humble  and  intellectual  weren't  enough,  she 
comes  back  with  a  new  and  gorgeous  beauty  that — well,  you 
wouldn't  believe  me. 

Slender,  with  a  beautifully  rounded  figure.  No  lines.  No 
seams.  All  the  heaviness  of  face,  figure  and  emotions  are  gone. 
Departed.     No  darkened  eyelids,  no  frizzled  locks. 

Her  hair,  black  as  a  winter's  night,  springs  back  from  a  low, 
broad  forehead.  Creamy  white.  Her  eyes,  which  by  every  rule 
of  nature  should  be  blazing  black  or  sirenish  green,  are  a  laugh- 
ing, twinkling  gray. 

But  her  eyes  are  not  the  only  contradiction  about  Pola.  Pola, 

Hollywood  was  go- 
ing flat.  Then,  back 
came  La  Negri  and 
livened  up  the  town 

Sara  Hamilton 

all  of  her,  is  an  entire  and  deliberate 
contradiction.  You  think  now,  at 
last,  you  have  her  placed.  She  is  so 
and  so.  Only  to  discover  she  is  nothing 
of  the  kind. 

Exotic  in  appearance,  you  expect 

pet  tigers  and  heavily  scented  couches. 

There   are   no    tigers.      Not   even   a 

guinea  pig.     Even  the  alligator  was 

given  to  her  by  the  American  Legion 

boys.     She  sits  primly  on  the  edge  of 

her  chair  and  talks  freely.    No  question  too  trivial  to  answer. 

So  that's  it?    Meek,  you  think.    You  have  another  think. 

For  in  two  minutes'  time  she  can,  and  probably  will,  stage  a 

scene  that  would  curl  your  hair.    And  stage  it  as  only  Pola  can 

stage  it. 

She's  a  grand  scene  stager.  The  best,  in  fact.  She  says  so 

SHE  held  a  baby  in  one  sequence  of  her  new  picture  "A 
Woman  Commands,"  and  just  as  they  were  about  to  start  the 
scene  the  baby,  worn  out  with  delay,  began  to  cry.  Long  and 
lustily  it  cried.  Whereupon  Pola  sat  down  on  the  nearest  prop 
chair  and  wept  with  sympathy.  The  crying  baby  in  her  arms. 
And  the  maid,  beholding  the  weeping  Pola,  promptly  burst  into 

Director  Stein  was  flabbergasted. 

He  marched  into  the  middle  of  things. 

"What  iss  dis?"  he  demanded. 

"It's  crying,"  Pola  wept.    " Can't  you  see  it?" 

"  But  why  iss  it?  "  the  bewildered  director  asked.  "  Why  iss 
all  dis  crying?  " 

That  was  enough. 

The  battle  was  on.  Amidst  the  howls  of  the  baby  and  the 
frightened  hush  of  the  crew,  they  stormed  and  raged. 

"Don't  vou  veil  like  diss  at  me,"  the  director  finally  screamed. 

"I  will  yell  all  I  want  to,"  shrieked  Pola,  and  off  the  set  she 

One  minute,  two  minutes,  three  minutes  of  precious  time 
went  by.     There  was  complete    [  please  turn  to  page  100  ] 


Harold  Dean  Carsey 

"D  ACK  to  Hollywood,  leaving  behind  her  Prince,  her  accent  and  her  tempestuous  moods, 
-'-'Pola  Negri  is  a  revelation  to  her  old  friends — and  enemies.  Now  everyone  seeks  in- 
vitations to  her  beach  house,  where  she  serves  hot  dog  lunches  and  mimics  the  Pola  who 
used  to  storm  through  the  Paramount  Studio 

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WHOOPS!  Here  they  are  starting 
off  the  indoor  winter  sports  with 
a  blinding  glare  of  jewels,  sparkling 
eyes,  new  gowns  and  starched  shirts. 
It's  the  opening  of  the  Mayfair,  the 
most  exclusive  club  of  Cinema  City. 
Just  try  to  get  in  if  you're  merely  a 
banker  or  a  senator.  Photoplay's 
demon  photographer  waltzed  around 
with  his  cute  little  camera  and  see 
what  he  brings  you.  How  many  of 
the  6lite  can  you  identify?  Turn  to 
page  108  for  the  ones  you  miss  on. 

Elmer  Fryer 

T)ORTRAIT  of  a  German  young  lady  who  wants  a  private  life  right  in  the  middle  of  a 
-*■  Hollywood  studio.  There's  really  nothing  for  Lil  Dagover  to  conceal.  All  she  wants 
to  do  is  walk  barefoot  in  the  grass,  converse  with  friends  and  listen  to  music.  But  she  wants 
no  prying  eyes  to  watch  her.    Her  first  Warner  film  is  "The  Woman  From  Monte  Carlo" 

When  she  arrived  in 
Hollywood  with  the 
"Act  of  God"  baby 
Charlie  met  her  at 
the  train,  but  the 
studio  moguls  had 
never  heard  of  her. 
On  the  right,  a  scene 
from  "The  Sin  of 
Madelon  Claudet,"in 
which  she  proved 
herself  one  of  the 
greatest  movie  ac- 
tresses of  all  time 

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WHEN  she  first  came 
to  Hollywood  she 
was  known  as 
"Charlie  Mac- 
Arthur's  wife." 

You  see,  Charlie  MacArthur 
was  a  big  shot. 

He  was  a  writer. 

He  was  called  into  conferences 
and  had  his  opinion  asked  and 

did  a  number  of  important  things.  He  was  a  famous  New  York 
playwright.  More  than  that,  he  was  a  famous  Hollywood 
dialogue  writer. 

Charlie  went  to  parties  and  said  amusing  things  and  was 
known  all  over  town.  His  wife,  it  was  learned,  was  a  stage 

She  had  never  worked  in  pictures  so  when  she  came  to 
Hollywood  she  was  introduced  everywhere  as  "  Charlie  Mac- 
Arthur's  wife." 

Well,  Charlie  MacArthur's  wife  thought  it  would  be  grand  if 
she  could  act  before  the  camera,  so  she  secured  an  agent  who 
took  her  to  one  of  the  casting  men  at  M-G-M.  She  made  a 
fatal  mistake.  Instead  of  being  announced  as  Charlie  Mac- 
Arthur's  wife  she  said  simply  that  she  was  Helen  Hayes.  You 
see,  that's  the  name  she  uses  on  the  stage. 

The  casting  man  was  bewildered.  In  the  first  place,  she 
didn't  look  like  an  actress,  for  her  hair  was  not  sleek  and  her 
clothes  were  dark  and  simple.  So,  speaking  of  her  as  if  she 
weren't  there,  he  addressed  her  agent,  "What  does  the  little 
lady  do?" 

"She's  a  New  York  actress.  She's  playing  on  the  stage  in 
Los  Angeles  now,"  he  replied. 

"Mmmm,  mmmm,"  mmmmed  the  casting  man.  "What's 
she  playing  in?" 

"  'Coquette,'  "  said  the  agent. 

"  Mmmm,  mmmm,  '  Coquette,'  eh?  What  sort  of  parts  does 
she  play?    I  mean  what's  her  type?" 

The  agent  tried  to  explain,  but  without  much  success.  So 
the  casting  man,  who  liked  the  agent,  although  his  respect  for 
him  was  waning,  said,  "Well, 
leave  the  little  lady's  name  and 
address  and  if  anything  comes 
up  that  she  might  fit  into  I'll 

?What  does  the  little  lady 
do?"  asked  the  casting  direc- 
She  showed  them 

give  her  a  ring."  And  the  inter- 
view was  closed.  Looked  like 
the  studio  doors  were,  too. 

And  that  was  Helen  Hayes' 
first  experience  professionally  in 
Hollywood.  Helen  Haves,  "the 
little  lady,"  "Charlie  Mac- 
Arthur's  wife,"  is  the  same  Helen 
Hayes  whose  first  picture,  "The 
Sin  of  Madelon  Claudet,"  is 
packing  them  into  the  theaters  and  making  them  weep  into  all 
their  handkerchiefs — extra  as  well  as  regular. 

She's  the  same  Helen  Hayes  who  has  been  one  of  the  greatest 
stars  on  Broadway  since  she  was  sixteen;  the  Helen  Hayes  who 
stepped  into  Maude  Adams'  great  role  in  "  What  Every  Woman 
Knows,"  who  plays  a  Barrie  heroine  with  all  the  sure  charm 
that  the  writer  intended;  the  Helen  Hayes  who  is  one  of  the 
great  stars  of  which  the  theater  may  still  boast;  the  Helen 
Hayes  around  whom  theatrical  tradition  flutters  like  extra  girls 
around  an  assistant  director;  the  Helen  Hayes  of  the  long-run, 
sensational  Broadway  show  "Coquette";  the  Helen  Hayes  of 
Shaw's  "Caesar  and  Cleopatra." 

Helen  Hayes — why  the  name  is  one  over  which  theater  lovers 
bow  their  heads  in  a  few  moments  of  silent  prayer.  Helen 
Hayes,  the  great  artiste. 


By  Katherine  Albert 

UT  in  the  West  it's  only  what  you  do  in  Hollywood  or  what 
somebody  tells  you  that  means  anything.  And  that's  why 
she  received  such  a  cool  reception  in  the  casting  office.  Later, 
when  somebody  told  somebody  that  Helen  Hayes  was  a  great 
name  and  a  great  artiste,  and  when  Edgar  Selwyn  had  been 
signed  to  direct  a  picture  and  said  she  was  the  only  person  able 
to  do  the  story  he  had  in  mind,  Helen  recalled  the  casting 
office  incident  to  Irving  Thalberg. 

It  was  just  at  the  time  when  she  and  Thalberg  were  discussing 
her  salary — the  studio  finally  managed  to  get  her  at  an  aston- 
ishingly large  figure.  Thalberg  didn't  think  it  was  funny  right 

The  strange  part  was  that  when  she  was  in  Los  Angeles  in 

"  Coquette"  she  wanted  to  work 
in  pictures.     But  she  made  the 
mistake    of    making    an    effort. 
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Select   Your    Pictures    and    You    Won't 



CLARK  GABLE,  the  suave,  worldly  politician;  Joan 
Crawford,  the  girl  who  comes  to  the  big  city  to  win  love, 
wear  beautiful  clothes,  sparkle  with  jewels  and  get  very, 
very  dramatic;  lots  of  luxury;  lots  of  charm;  lots  of  smooth 
talk  about  courage  and  marriage  and  what  women  want — 
that's  "Possessed,"  and  you  really  don't  care  if  the  story 
is  old  and  some  of  the  lines  a  little  shopworn.  For  the 
Gable  boy  and  the  Crawford  girl  make  you  believe  it. 

Skeets  Gallagher  is  the  not-too-funny  comic  and  WaUace 
Smith  plays  the  small  town  lad  convincingly.  It's  the  best 
work  Joan  Crawford  has  done  since  '"Paid,"  and  Clark 
Gable — he's  everybody's  big  moment.  If  Joan  weren't  so 
good,  he'd  have  the  picture.  You'll  like  this.  But  while 
you're  seeing  it  the  kids  should  be  doing  their  homework. 



THIS  is  Mae  Marsh's  triumphant  return  to  pictures  and 
she  thought  everybody  had  forgotten  her.  She  won't 
think  that  for  long,  because  all  that  Marsh  charm  and 
winsomeness  has  not  been  mislaid  during  her  ten  years' 
absence  from  the  screen.  As  the  self-sacrificing,  under- 
standing mother,  who  is  unwanted  by  her  grown-up 
children,  she  plays  close  to  your  heart. 

the  story  has  been  modernized  somewhat.  (Of  course, 
you  remember  the  silent  version  with  Mary  Carr.)  But  all 
the  pathos  has  been  left  in.  James  Dunn  plays  the  son 
superbly  and  Sally  Eilers  is  his  sweetheart,  and  they  didn't 
do  better  work  than  this  in  "Bad  Girl." 

Don't  miss  the  Marsh  comeback. 




A  Review  of  the  Neiv  Pictures 


United  Artists 

DOUG  FAIRBANKS  is  a  smart  guy.  He  went  on  a 
pleasure  trip,  had  a  lot  of  fun,  and  now  he's  making  it 
pay  him  in  cash.  For  he  took  a  camera  along  with  him 
and  this  picture  is  the  result. 

For  the  sheer  novelty  that  picturegoers  have  been  crying 
for,  this  film  deserves  all  the  praise  adjectives.  There  have 
been  travel  films  innumerable,  but  never  before  one  which 
includes  the  rare  laughs,  the  trick  gags,  the  clever  stunts 
that  Fairbanks  has  sprinkled  so  generously  throughout 
the  camera-story  of  his  wanderings.  It  is  just  these  things 
which  make  this  so  decidedly  worth  viewing. 

Doug  himself  is  in  many  of  the  scenes  and  you'll  like  that 
grin  better  than  you  ever  have  before.  He  keeps  up  a 
running  fire  monologue  throughout  the  piece;  discovers 
that  the  fox  trot  was  originated  in  Siam  and  feeds  peanuts 
to  King  Prajadipok's  white  elephant. 

It  would  be  unfair  to  tell  too  much  about  the  things 
Doug  has  in  his  picture.  But  this  we  can  tell — there  are 
laughs,  thrills,  magic  and  camera  tricks  that  outdo  even 
"The  Thief  of  Bagdad." 

Have    to    Complain    About    the    Bad    Ones 

The  Best  Pictures  of  the  Month 




The  Best  Performances  of  the  Month 

Ronald  Colman  in  "Arrowsmith" 

Helen  Hayes  in  "Arrowsmith" 

Richard  Bennett  in  "Arrowsmith" 

Joan  Crawford  in  "Possessed" 

Clark  Gable  in  "Possessed" 

Mae  Marsh  in  "Over  the  Hill" 

James  Dunn  in  "Over  the  Hill" 

Gloria  Swanson  in  "Tonight  or  Never" 

Melvyn  Douglas  in  "Tonight  or  Never" 

Boris  Karloff  in  "Frankenstein" 

Colin  Clive  in  "Frankenstein" 

Wallace  Beery  in  "Hell  Divers" 

Clark  Gable  in  "Hell  Divers" 

Walter  Huston  in  "A  House  Divided" 

Tallulah  Bankhead  in  "The  Cheat" 
John  Breeden  in  "The  False  Madonna" 

Casts  of  all  photoplays  reviewed  will  be  found  on  page  116 


ARROWSMITH— United  Artists 

IF  author  Sinclair  Lewis  finds  fault  with  this  (as  Dreiser 
did  with  "An  American  Tragedy")  he  should  be  sent  to 
bed  without  his  supper.  For  everything  that  was  in  the 
book  is  here — the  drama  of  the  doctor-scientist  who  risks 
his  life  and  happiness  so  that  others  might  live. 

Ronald  Colman  is  poised  as  usual,  but  he's  more  than 
that.  For  once  he  has  a  chance  to  show  of  what  actor  stuff 
he's  made.  And  it's  all  wool  and  a  yard  wide.  He  simply 
is  Dr.  Arrowsmith. 

No  one  could  have  done  the  tender,  faithful  wife  who 
makes  terrific  sacrifices  for  the  doctor's  humanitarian  career 
better  than  little  Helen  Hayes.  These  two — Colman  and 
Hayes — are  the  ideal  pair  for  this  film.  And,  in  case  that 
isn't  enough  in  the  acting  line,  there's  the  old  master 
Richard  Bennett  who  makes  a  great  Sondelius.  He  and 
A.  E.  Anson  turn  in  two  of  the  finest  character  performances 
you'll  see  this  season. 

To  producer  Sam  Goldwyn,  director  John  Ford,  and 
adapter  Sidney  Howard  go  leafy  laurel  wreaths  for  their 
respective  brows.  Perhaps  you'll  say  there's  too  much 
dialogue,  but  convincing  locales  make  up  for  it. 


TONIGHT  OR  NEVER— United  Artists 

WELL,  this  is  one  of  the  most  difficult  pictures  Photo- 
play has  ever  tried  to  review.  It's  beautifully  direc- 
ted, acted  and  produced.  Neither  director  Mervyn  LeRoy 
nor  star  Gloria  Swanson  has  ever  done  better.  As  for  new- 
comer Melvyn  Douglas  (from  the  stage),  he'll  give  Clark 
Gable  a  few  anxious  moments.  This  new  lad  has  sex-appeal, 
too.     The  story  is  clever  and  the  dialogue  dynamic. 

Why  difficult,  then?  Because  it's  the  hottest  picture  yet 
screened.  It  sizzles  and  burns.  It's  SEX  in  capital  letters. 
Sophisticates  will  eat  it  up,  but  old-fashioned  family  folks 
may  be  shocked.  For  Gloria  and  Melvyn  are  more  frankly 
seductive  than  ever  were  Garbo  and  Jack  Gilbert.  This 
is  recommended  for  people  who  like  snappy  lines,  snappy 
situations  and  snappy  love  scenes. 



IF  you  like  mystery  and  spooky  pictures,  here's  your 
meat.  It's  strong  stuff,  and  not  for  faint-hearted  folks. 
It  introduces  a  successor  to  the  late  Lon  Chaney,  who  out- 
horrors  anything  Chaney  ever  gave  us. 

The  opening  scene  is  a  funeral.  A  mad  surgical  genius 
creates  a  monster  and,  no  matter  how  well  you  know  the 
story,  to  watch  that  mechanical  man  come  alive  is  a 
breath-taking,   sensational   experience  you   won't   forget. 

Boris  Karloff  plays  the  monster.  During  the  making  of 
the  picture  he  lost  twenty-one  pounds.  You  won't  wonder 
when  you  see  him.  He's  great,  as  is  Colin  Clive  as  Franken- 
stein. The  direction  and  photography  are  magnificent. 
And,  whether  you  like  it  or  not,  you'll  be  held  spell-bound. 


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AT  last  a  new  angle  on  college  football!  A  handsome  but 
over-ambitious  coach  is  the  hero  in  this  one — not  the 
flashy  halfback  making  the  last  minute  touchdown — and 
you'll  get  some  inside  stuff  on  crooked  football.  Richard 
Arlen,  as  the  coach,  is  excellent,  while  Jack  Oakie,  as  his 
wisecracking  pal,  does  his  best  work.  Peggy  Shannon  hasn't 
much  to  do.     See  it. 

THE  combination  of  Wallace  Beery.  Clark  Gable  and  the 
United  States  Naval  Air  Forces  results  in  grade-A  enter- 
tainment. Although  it's  peacetime  aviation,  the  flying 
acrobats  are  all  there.  And  neither  Gable  nor  Beery,  as 
friendly  enemies,  has  ever  been  better.  The  romance  is 
secondary.  The  real  kick  of  the  picture  is  the  sacrifice  of  one 
man  for  his  pals.    Those  scenes  will  get  you. 






First  National 

THIS  snappy  picture  proves  that  producers  have  learned 
how  to  use  music — sparingly  and  appropriately — and  they 
haven't  allowed  dancing  and  vocal  numbers  to  interfere  with 
an  otherwise  rapid-fire,  knock-'em  down  and  drag-'em  out 
comedy  plot.  Bert  Lahr  and  lanky  Charlotte  Greenwood  are 
a  comedy  team  second  to  none  in  talkies.  The  fast  and 
furious  chorus  numbers  are  presented  from  weird  angles. 

IF  all  barmaids  were  as  lovely  as  Marilyn  Miller,  Volstead 
wouldn't  have  a  chance.  But  she's  one  of  the  musical 
comedy  variety  that  never  existed — tossing  off  songs  between 
every  glass  of  beer.  Her  dancing  is  okay,  too.  Ben  Lyon 
is  the  heavy  love  interest  and  some  of  the  best  comedians  in 
Hollywood  make  you  chuckle.  This  is  light  but  pleasantly 





THIS  is  pretty  melo  melodrama,  without  a  single  laugh  to 
lighten  the  action,  but  it  hits  your  heart  just  the  same. 
Kay  Francis  poses  as  the  mother  of  a  rich  blind  boy,  to  swindle 
him.  His  helplessness,  however,  awakens  her  better  nature  and 
sends  her  along  the  straight  and  narrow  path.  John  Breeden, 
a  new  lad.  almost  steals  the  show  from  the  other  competent 
actors.     He's  great. 



HOSE  nut  comedians— Bert  Wheeler  and  Robert  Woolsey 
are  at  it  again.  This  time  they  do  all  their  funny 
business  in  Reno's  fashionable  divorce  colony.  It's  an  absurd 
plot  concoction  and  although  the  story  is  weak  on  romance 
it's  long  on  laughs.  Peppy  Zelma  O'Neal  comes  close  to  steal- 
ing the  picture  from  right  under  Woolsey's  cigar.  Dorothy 
Lee  is  as  cute  and  pretty  as  ever. 

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THERE  is  neither  freshness  nor  much  action  in  this.  Chester 
Morris  plays  a  rum-runner,  determined  to  show  up  the 
hypocrisy  of  his  girl's  father.  The  dad  is  a  bootlegger,  but 
poses  as  being  respectable.  Familiar  gangster  activities  are 
transferred  to  a  marine  setting,  without  improvement.  Beauti- 
ful Alison  Lloyd  (you  know  her  as  Thelma  Todd)  supports. 
Recommended  onlv  for  ardent  Morris  fans. 

IT'S  an  old  story,  but  ingeniously  worked  out.  And  the 
dialogue  has  a  good  crackling  quality.  Rich  young  girl  is 
saved  from  embarrassing  situation  with  bogus  count  by  rough 
and  ready  American.  Lois  Moran  (it  seems  only  yesterday 
she  was  doing  kid  parts)  gives  a  sincere,  adult  performance, 
while  bad  man  Charles  Bickford  has  never  done  better  in  his 
movie  life. 

— Paramount 



THAT  Bankhead  girl  has  done  it  this  time.  She  clicks  in  a 
big  way.  Sure,  the  story  is  hokum,  about  a  villain  with 
Oriental  ideas  (that's  Irving  Pichel),  and  a  woman  who  takes 
money  with  which  to  speculate.  But  you're  entertained  and 
interested  in  spite  of  yourself  because  of  excellent  direction 
and  great  acting.  Tallulah  is  sincere  and  dramatic.  This 
film  shows  what  she  can  do. 

THIS  is  life  and  love  in  the  raw,  with  Walter  Huston  as  a 
hard-boiled  sea  captain  whose  mail-order  bride  abhors  his 
cruelty  and  vulgarity  and  falls  in  love  with  his  handsome  son. 
There's  a  terrific  battle  between  father  and  son.  What  a 
situation!  Helen  Chandler  and  Kent  Douglass  are  excellent 
as  the  boy  and  girl,  but  it  is  Huston's  performance  you  won't 






IF  you  thought  they  weren't  doing  that  sort  of  thing  any 
more  (villain  locks  beautiful  girl  in  bedroom  where  she 
fights  for  the  same  old  honor),  take  a  look  at  this.  It's  the 
moth-eaten  melodrama  dressed  up  in  new  clothes  with  Elissa 
Landi,  who  should  have  better  stories,  and  Lionel  Barrvmore 
making  his  ridiculous  role  seem  believable.  They  make  a 
picture  worth  seeing. 

A  BABY  with  a  lusty  yell  and  a  total  lack  of  screen  con- 
sciousness steals  this  picture.  Unfortunately  for  Gary 
Cooper  and  Claudette  Colbert,  their  fine  talents  are  rather 
wasted  on  a  slow  moving  and  trite  story.  Gary  is  captain  of 
a  freighter.  Claudette  vividly  plays  the  role  of  a  tarnished 
lady  redeemed  through  love.  Old  stuff.  Some  fine  photog- 
raphy, however.  [  additional  reviews  ox  page  94  ] 


Villainous  Jean 
Hersholt  gets  a 
wicked  glint  in  his 
eye  every  time  he 
sees  a  paint  brush. 
Adolphe  Menjou 
can't  leave  those 
first  editions  alone 
and  Eddie  Robinson 
is  positively  mad 
about  Wagner.  It's 
all  pretty  depressing 

l  II.  I  SI  l:  A  l  h  l>      li  1 



AST  Tuesday  —  no.  it  was  Thursday — 
no,  a  week  from  last  Monday — .  Well, 


'It's  men  I  want,  Newy! 
What   do   you   think   I'm 


A  few  days  ago  our  Aunt  Hermione 
arrived  in  Hollywood  from  Oklahoma.  We 
hadn't  seen  the  dear,  white-haired  old  lady 
for  years.     We  embraced  her  joyfully. 

"Why  Auntie!  What  fun  you're  going  to 
have,"  we  exclaimed.  "Old  Mrs.  Smith  across  the  street  is 
having  her  eightieth  birthday  party  today,  and  she'll  love  to 
have  you  come.  And  our  next-door  neighbor,  Airs.  Tiffits, 
has  just  won  a  knitting  contest.  You'll  have  a  wonderful 
time  with  her." 

"Knits!"  replied  Auntie,  sniffing. 
I  low  about  a  match  there,  kid? 
holding  this  cigarette  for?" 

"Men?"  we  asked,  in  a  faint  voice. 

"Sure!  Wild  men!  Had  men!  I  been  seein'  a  lot  of  these 
here  movie  pitchers  lately  and,  boy  hdwdy,  they  sure  got  some 
tough  lads  in  'em.  Villains  is  what  I  come  out  West  here  for. 
Men  as  is  men!" 

Auntie  has  a  mind  of  her  own,  and  before  we  knew  it  we 
found  ourselves,  with  a  list  of  all  the  movie  "heavies"  of  our 
acquaintance,  climbing  into  our  car  with  Auntie  herself. 

(ieorge  Bancroft  lives  almost  next  door  to  us,  in  Bel-Air, 
and  we  took  a  peek  into  his  yard  as  we  drove  past. 

We  caught  a  glimpse  of  George.  He  was  down  on  his 
I  u-es  with  a  pruning  shears,  trimming  a  rose-bush.  He  is 
helping  with  the  landscaping  of  his  new  home.  We  speeded 
i  i.  \\  here  to  go?  Let's  see — George  works  at  Paramount, 
how  about  the  other  villains  at  that  studio?  It  couldn't  be 
William  Boyd.  William,  we  knew,  collects  antiques;  his 
c<  Uection  of  pewter  and  milk-glass  is  the  envy  of  connoisseurs 
all  over  the  country. 

II '■■'  about  I  red  Kohler,  then,  Bancroft's  old  slugging- 
partner  in  "Underworld,"  and  a  tough  guy  in  general  on  the 
screen?  We  could  drive  out  to  his  ranch  in  the  San  Fernando 
Valley.  But  we  knew  just  what  we'd  find  there.  Fred  would 
be  [letting  a  stray  horse  he  had  found,  or  bandaging  the  sore  foot 
of  a  pup  picked  up  somewhere.  Fred  raises  Pekingese  pups, 
too.      That  somehow  didn't  sound  hard-boiled.     Nope — 

Swinging  the  car  around,  we  headed  for  Metro- Gold  wyn- 
Mayer.     Arriving  there,  we  asked  right  off  the  bat  for  Wally 



untie    Wanted 

Beery.  It  would  be  hard  to  find  a  gentler  soul  than  Wally, 
but  maybe  he  would  put  on  a  little  growling  and  cursing  for 
Auntie,  we  figured. 

"Mr.  Beery  telephoned  us  he's  going  to  stay  home  today." 
came  the  answer.     "He's  tying  some  trout  flies." 

"Humph!"  snorted  Aunt  Hermione,  with  a  furious  swish 
of  her  feather  boa. 

"Now,  now.  Auntie."  we  placated  the  dear  old  lady.  Try- 
ing again,  we  asked,  "How  about  Ernest  Torrence?" 

"Mr.  Torrence  isn't  here  either  today.  He's  visiting  John 

"Mr.  AlcCormack  is  singing  two  of  Ernest's  compositions 
this  season,  you  know,  in  his  concerts." 

Auntie  stomped  her  high  buttoned  shoe.  "Ernest  Tor- 
rence writes  tunes?  Don't  tell  me!  Didn't  I  see  him  with 
my  own  eyes,  getting  drunk  and  shooting  Indians  in  that 
pitcher  with  all  the  covered  wagons  in  it?  Don't  tell  me, 
young  man!" 

"Now,  Auntie,  please—,"  we  begged  her,  mopping  our 

"Well,  how  about  that  Frenchy  feller,  with  the  cute  leetle 
moustache?"  she  demanded.     "He  works  here,  don't  he?" 

"Adolphe  Menjou?" 

"That's  the  bimbo!  Lead  me  to  him.  He  may  not  be  so 
tough,  but  he  sure  is  wicked  enough  to  warm  the  heart  of  a 
lonely  girl  like  me!" 

WE  gulped.  Auntie  was  carrying  a  six-gun  in  her  muff 
and  we  didn't  dare  tell  her  that,  unless  Adolphe  was 
working,  he  was  bound  to  be  up  in  the  studio  library.  Suave 
and  dangerous  he  may  be  on  the  screen  but,  with  his  make- 
up off  Adolphe  is  a  collector  of  first  editions! 

Hastily  we  thought  of  substituting  Jean  Hersholt,  the  beast 
who  tried  to  drive  Ramon  Xovarro  to  suicide  in  "Daybreak." 
Then  we  recalled  that  Jean  is  a  bookworm,  too.     And  when 

Aunt  Hermione, 
aged  seventy-two, 
goes  to  Hollywood 
hunting  wild  par- 
ties and  wild  men 

Jack  Jamison 

'Em    BAD 

he's  not  with  his  books,  Jean  is  painting  delicate  landscapes. 
Worse  and  more  of  it! 

Lionel  Barrymore?  Lionel's  hobby  is  the  most  fragile 
of  all  art  work,  etching.  He  was  out  of  the  question.  Etchings 
wouldn't  look  villainous  to  Aunt  Hermione.  So  was  Lewis 
Stone  out  of  the  question — rancher,  penny-ante  player,  and 
fatherly  advisor  to  those  in  trouble.     What  could  we  do? 

We  had  an  idea.  "Oh,  you  don't  want  to  waste  your  time, 
Auntie,"  we  said,  with  our  most  engaging  smile.  "There's  a 
man  in  Hollywood  who's  twice  as  wicked  as  Menjou." 

"The  heck  you  say!"  exclaimed  the  dear  old  lady,  all 
smiles,  as  she  playfully  nudged  us  in  the  ribs  with  her  umbrella. 
"Attababy!    Lead  the  way!" 

SO  we  drove  Auntie  to  John  Miljan's  home.  We  left  her 
outside  for  a  moment.  Rushing  into  the  house,  we  found  John 
just  where  we  expected  to — where  George  Bancroft  had  been. 
He  was  on  his  knees  in  the  garden,  transplanting  a  rare  tulip 
bulb.  "Listen,  John,  do  us  a  favor,  will  you?"  we  gasped. 
"Hurry  upstairs  and  put  on  some  morning  clothes.  It's  a 
matter  of  life  and  death.  When  you  come  downstairs,  be 
looking  wicked — as  wicked  as  vou  can  look!" 
"But  this  bulb—" 

"We'll  bulb  you  a  new  bulb!"  we  panted.    "Hurry,  please." 
We  got  Aunt  Hermione  into  the  house  and  sat  her  down 
in  an  easy  chair  by  the  fireplace.     After  a  few  minutes  John 
came  down,  dressed  to  kill  and  sneering  so  that  chills  ran  up 
and  down  our  backs.    How  Auntie  perked  up!    She  winked  at 
him  and  began  to  giggle.    As  the  two  of  them  chatted  we  went 
out  into  the  kitchen  to  ask  the  cook  for  gin.     She  didn't  have 
any.    John  doesn't  drink.    We  were  halfway  back  to  the  draw- 
ing-room when  we  heard  a  yell  of  rage  from  Auntie  Hermione. 
"Nevvy!     Come  back  here!    Take  me  out  of  this  joint!" 
"\\  hy  Auntie,  what  on  earth  is  the  matter?"  we  asked, 
hurrying  in.    "Did  he  hurt  you?" 

"You  know  what  this  wicked,  dangerous  man  here  is 

trying  to   talk  to  me  about?"  she  demanded.      "I  sit 

down  and  get  all  set  and  do  you  know  what  he  asks  me, 

the  mugg?        He  asks  me  if  I  love  canaiits!      He  has 

seventy-two  canaries,  he  tells  me!     Canaries!     Whoops! 

A  lot  I  care  about  canaries!    They're  just  a  pain  in  the 

ear  to  me.     Get  me  out  of  here,  Nevvy,  before  I  do 

something  I'm  liable  to  be  sorry  for!" 

Perspiring,  we  got  Auntie  into  the  car  again.     What  to  do? 

We  had  introduced  her  to  the  screen's  best-known  and  hardest- 

souled  villains, whose  leers  and  scowls  have  made  even  Eskimos 

shiver,    and    not    one   had   clicked.      Maybe    Auntie    wanted 

scoundrels  of  a  more  modern  sort. 

Gangsters!  An  inspiration!  Edward  G.  Robinson  and 
Jimmie  Cagney!  We  tried  their  names  on  Auntie  and  her 
grin  stretched  from  Atlantic  to  Pacific. 

Robinson  was  at  First  National  in  Burbank,  working. 
"Come  on  the  set  and  watch  this  scene,"  he  suggested  politely, 
"and  then  we'll  have  tea  together.  Or  would  you  rather  come 
to  my  dressing-bungalow  now?" 

Auntie  gave  us  a  savage  kick  on  the  shin  and  whispered, 
"Bungalow,"  in  cur  ear. 

"That  will  be  nice!"  smiled  Mr.  Robinson.  "You  can 
hear  my  Wagner  phonograph  records.  You  know7,  I  could 
scarcely  live  without  my  music." 

Well,  we're  only  glad  the  twenty  records  Auntie  broke 
over  our  heads  were  not  Wagner!  Wagner  is  too  heavy! 
Hurriedly  we  asked  someone  if  James  Cagney  was  in  his 
dressing-room.  He  was.  As  we  reached  it,  we  heard  sounds 
of  scuffling  feet  inside.  Auntie  brightened. 
"A  fight!"  she  cried,  joyfully. 

"You  wait  outside,"  we  ordered  her,  and  went  in  cautiously. 
But  it  wasn't  a  fight.  The  scuffling  was  Jimmie  and  his  wi;"e 
practicing  new  dance  steps.  And  we  didn't  tell  Auntie  what 
Jimmie  said  to  us — "This  is  our  favorite  recreation,  you  know, 
when  we  aren't  playing  croquet."  Oh,  no,  we  didn't  tell 
Auntie.  Instead,  we  n'pped  open  our  collar,  mussed  up  our 
hair  and  staggered  out  of  the  house  panting,  "It's  too  terrible 
for  mortal  eyes  to  see!"  Pushing  Auntie  back  into  the  ca", 
out  of  which  she  was  trying  to  scramble,  we  went  on:  "Blood! 
Nothing  but  blood  all  over  the  floor.  Let's  get  away  while 
we  can." 

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Dee    1  h 




atest  v^hanel 

ANOTHER  Ul'j.  fashion  "scoop"  for  PHOTOPLAY  ! 
Once  again  we  are  able  to  give  yon  an  ex- 
clusive preview  of  the  Chanel-designed  clothes 
that  you  will  see  Gloria  Swanson  wear  in  "To- 
night or  Never."  And,  according  to  our  review- 
ers,  Samuel  Goldwyn  has  made  a  picture  worthy 
of  the  clothes. 

Look  at  those  wing-like  draperies !  Who  but  Chanel  would  add 
them  to  a  black  velvet  evening  gown?  Who  but  Gloria  could 
wear  them  so  smartly?  Both  front  and  back  decolletages  are 
tricky.  Those  are  jeweled  clips  on  the  shoulder.  Note  the 
straighter  line,  too 

Chanel  goes  in 
for  sleeves  in  a 
big  way,  it 
seems.     Huge 
muffs  of  fur  match  a  face-framing  collar  on  the 
short  satin  jacket  which  accompanies  this  regal 
white  satin  evening  gown.    That  train  is  dra- 
matic, isn't  it? 




ijrloria's  Xi 


Chanel  has  caught  all  the  glamour  that  surrounds  an 
opera  singer  in  these  clothes  she  has  designed  for 
Gloria's  operatic  screen  role.  Look  at  this  after- 
noon ensemble  in  black  satin  and  ermine.  Every 
line  of  it  is  distinctive.  The  coat  is  long  and  slightly- 
fitted.  Barrel  cuffs  of  ermine  trim  the  sleeves,  while 
a  double  collar  of  the  fur  rises  about  the  face.  The 
dress  depends  upon  intricate  seaming  for  its  chic. 
Bands  of  ermine  trim  the  surplice  neckline.  A  barrel 
muff  echoes  the  sleeve  detail  and  a  pert  turban  tops 
the  unusual  costume 

Longer  and  more  elegant 
goes  the  trend  in  eve- 
ning wraps  a  la  Chanel. 
This  gorgeous  satin  one 
is  lavishly  trimmed  with 
that  precious  fur,  chin- 
chilla. Again  the  unusual 
cuff  detail  that  marks 
all  these  "  Tonight  or 
Never"  costumes 





By  S.  R.  Mooh 

"I  owe  everything  I  am  to  my  mother,"  says  Jackie  Cooper 
with  a  catch  in  his  voice  as  he  magnanimously  attributes 
his  success  to  this  Little  Woman.  Incidentally,  Mrs. 
Cooper  is  his  manager  as  well  as  his  Best  Friend  and 
Severest  Critic.     Jackie's  fortune  is  put  in  trust  funds 


'HAT'S    a    man    about    town,    Wally?"    Jackie 
Cooper  asked  one  day  on  "The  Champ"  set. 

'"  What  you  want  to  know  for?     You're  not 
figuring  on  being  one,  are  you?  "  Beery  countered. 

Jackie  swung  two  legs  over  the  arm  of  his  chair  and  sat  on 
the  end  of  his  spine.  "Well,  I  figured  maybe  I  was  already. 
I  understand  that  a  man  about  town  is  a  guy  who  goes  to  a 
lot  of  theater  openings  and  a  lot  of  banquets  and  knows  a  lot 
of  people  and  belongs  to  a  lot  of  clubs.  Well,  don't  I  go  to  all 
those  openings?  And  haven't  I  been  invited  to  the  big  Acad- 
emy banquet  and  don't  I  call  a  lot  of  guys  by  their  first  names'-' 
I'm  a  good  fellow  and  I  go  to  a  lot  of  places.  Don't  that  make 
me  a  man  about  town?  " 

Some  weeks  later  when  Wally  Beery  repeated  this  conversa- 
tion it  occurred  to  me  that  if  ever  there  was  a  real  man  about 
Hollywood,  Jackie  Cooper  is  it.  He's  got  Adolphe  Menjou 
beal  for  nonchalant  poise.  The  ladies  old  and  young — flock 
around  him  as  if  he  were  Clark  Gable.  He  accepts  greatness 
and  admits  it  like  Hill  Powell.  And  he  certainly  "calls  a  lot  of 
guys  by  their  first  names."  What's  more  he  gets  invited  to  all 
the  best  places     including  Louis  B.  Mayer's  yacht. 

I  recalled  our  first  meeting.  Mary  Brian  and  I  were  sitting 
in  the  Radio  Pictures  lunchroom  when  a  blond  youngster 
passed  by  our  table.  Glancing  up  I  beheld  Jackie  Cooper. 
We  had  never  been  formally  introduced,  but  Jackie,  so  I'd 
heard,  is  not  one  to  stand  on  formalities.     He  grinned. 

"Hi.  Jackie,"  I  greeted  him. 

"  Hi.  pal,"  said  he,  slipping  his  arm  around  my  shoulder  and 


crossing  one  foot  over  the  other.  "  'Lo,  Mary,"  he 
added  as  an  afterthought  while  he  anxiously  scanned 
the  horizon.  Evidently  not  finding  what  he  was 
looking  for,  he  mounted  the  rung  of  my  chair  and 
peered  over  my  head. 

"I'm  looking  for  a  table,"  he  announced. 
"Why  don't  you  sit  down  with  us?"  Mary  invited. 
"I  can't,"  he  announced  disgustedly.     "I  got  my 
mother  and  aunt  with  me." 

At  the  time  he  was  working  with  Richard  Dix  in 

"Big  Brother."   "How's  the  picture  going?"  I  asked. 

"Oh,  the  picture's  going  all  right,"  he  replied,  "but 

we  can't  find  a  name  for  it.     They  want  some-thing 

with  me  in  the  title." 

"  Well,  how  about  'Big  and  Little  Brother?'  "  Mary 


"That's  what  I  told  'em,"  he  answered,  "but  you  know  Dix, 

a  swell  guy  to  work  with,  but  when  it  comes  to  publicity  it's 

Dix,  Dix,  Dix.    I  gotta  go  now,"  he  finished,  "or  Mom  will 

get  sore.     She'll  think  I'm  neglectin'  her." 

Two  months  later  we  met  again  in  the  publicity  offices  of 
M-G-M.     "Hi,  Jackie,"  I  greeted  him. 
"Hi,  pal."  said  Jackie  extending  his  hand. 
"You  don't  remember  me,  do  you?"  I  persisted. 
"I'm  afraid  I  don't,"  he  confessed.     "The  face  is  familiar 
but  I  can't  place  the  body." 

I  recalled  the  time  and  place.  "Oh,  sure,"  he  said  care- 
lessly.    "What  you  been  doing  with  yourself?" 

I  FLIPPED  the  back  of  my  hand  against  his  midriff.  Jackie 
let  out  what  is  commonly  known  as  a  belch.  He  hastily 
grabbed  his  mouth,  and  turned  to  his  mother.  "  'Scuse  me, 
Mom,  but  honest  I  couldn't  help  it.  He  socked  me  in  the 
breadbasket  and  I'm  full  o'  watermelon." 

He  turned  to  the  publicity  woman  sitting  nearby.    "I  just 
had  lunch  with  Mr.  Mayer,"  he  informed  her,  and  after  assur- 
ing himself  she  was  properly  impressed,  he  continued:  "How 
bout  that  letter  I'm  supposed  to  write  for  you?" 

We're  having  all  the  stars  write  to  each  other,"  she  ex- 
plained.    "  Anything  you'd  like  to  get  off  your  mind?" 

"Sure,"  said  Jackie.  "Me  and  Wally  Beery  been  talking 
about  getting  up  a  football  team  around  here.  I  been  looking 
for  a  practice  field  and  now  I've  found  it,  I  can't  find  him  to 
tell  him  where  it  is." 

Prominent  club- 
man, after  din- 
ner speaker  and 
playboy  breaks 
down  and 
makes  an  inti- 
mate confession 


He  slipped  into  Eleanor's  chair,  seized 
a  pen  and  drew  a  sheet  of  paper  towards 
him.  For  ten  minutes  nothing  was 
heard  but  the  scratch-scratch  of  Jackie's 
pen.  His  tongue,  which  protruded 
slightly  from  the  corner  of  his  mouth  at 
the  start,  threatened  to  reach  into  his 
ear  before  he  finished. 

"This  is  sure  a  swell  pen  you  got 
here,"  he  announced  as  he  completed 
the  letter  and  held  it  up  for  inspection. 
I  glanced  at  the  epistle.  If  Wally  Beery 
learns  from  that  letter  where  the  prac- 
tice field  is  located  he  can  qualify  as  the 
world's  champion  crossword  puzzle  ex- 

JACKIE  eyed  me  meditatively.  "  Say," 
he  asked  suddenly,  "didn't  you  come 
down  to  our  house  to  a  party  Mom  gave 
last  summer  one  night?" 

I  confessed  I  had.  "Well,  why  don't 
you  come  down  for  a  swim  some  day? 
I  haven't  changed  any  since  I  got  a 
break.  And  if  you  forget  your  suit," 
he  offered,  "we'll  fix  you  up  somehow. 

'Course  they're  mostly  only  women's  suits  down  there,  but, " 
he  eyes  my  waistline  doubtfully,  "maybe  you  could  squeeze 
into  my  brother's  suit. 

"I  gotta  go  now  and  look  for  a  dressing-room,"  he  finished. 
"See  you  at  the  beach  Thursday." 

Later,  I  learned  he  had  chosen  Marion  Davies'  bungalow  as 
a  likely  spot  for  his  dressing-room  and  it  had  taken  considerable 
diplomacy  on  the  part  of  studio  officials  to  persuade  him  to 
wait  until  her  return  from  Europe  before  moving  her  things  out. 

When  I  arrived  Thursday  he  was  dressed  mostly  in  a  pair  of 
blue  cords.    North  of  the  equator  he  wore  a  crash  beach  shirt. 

"Hi,  pal,"  he  greeted  me. 

He  proceeded  to  tell  me  about  a  club  he  had  formed  before 
they  moved  down  to  the  beach.  It  was  called  the  Arrow  Club 
and  boasted  a  clubhouse  the  boys,  themselves,  had  built  and 
which,  his  mother  said,  on  the  outside  closely  resembles  one  of 
Chic  Sale's  specialties.  It  looked  as  though  it  was  standing 
only  because  it  didn't  know  which  way  to  fall,  his  grand- 
mother added.  Jackie  indignantly  refuted  the  aspersions  cast 
upon  his  architectural  ability. 

The  membership  was  recruited  from  boys  fifteen  and  six- 
teen, personally  selected  by  Jackie.  "The  only  guy  in  it  under 
fifteen  was  the  janitor,"  he  vouchsafed.  "He  was  only  five. 
I  like  to  go  with  older  fellows,"  he  went  on.  "Then  if  anyone 
picks  on  me,  I  got  them  to  fall  back  on.  It  was  a  swell  club- 
house, too.  We  had  a  secret  entrance  through  the  roof.  We 
were  going  to  dig  a  tunnel  so  you'd  come  up  from  the  bottom, 
and  where  you  went  into  the  tunnel  we  were  going  to  have  a 

*"JW  «**' 

The  president  of  the  Arrow  Club,  himself,  in  the  doorway  of  the  palatial 
clubhouse.     A  group  of  public-spirited  young  men  formed  this  organiza 
tion.     Just  what  its  purpose  is  has  not  been  decided.     Note  entrance 
through  roof,  and  secret  sign  on  wall.    Jackie's  integrity  is  unimpeach- 
able, so  don't  ask  him.    He'd  die  before  he'd  tell  its  meaning 

trap  door  and  cover  it  with  grass  and  dirt  so  no  one  could  find 
it,  but  the  other  fellows  got  tired  of  digging.  So  we  had  the 
entrance  through  the  roof  and  hid  the  ladder  when  we  weren't 
using  it,  'cause  no  one  would  ever  think  to  look  for  a  door  in 
the  roof  of  a  building,  would  they?  " 

I  conceded  the  logic  of  his  reasoning. 

"The  only  trouble,"  he  went  on,  "was  once  the  fellows 
thought  everybody  was  out  and  they  took  the  ladder  away. 
When  I  went  to  get  out  there  wasn't  any  ladder,  and  I  fell  off 
the  roof  and  almost  busted  a  rib.  So  Mom  broke  the  club  up 
and  I  gave  the  building  to  a  girl  next  door." 

WHEN  the  club  had  been  explained,  Jackie  led  me  into  his 
bedroom  to  show  me  some  autographed  pictures  he  has  col- 
lected. "I  got  more  in  the  back  room,"  he  volunteered,  "but 
they're  not  important  people." 

Next,  he  proceeded  to  pull  out  the  bottom  drawer  of  his 
dresser  and  show  me  his  treasures — a  couple  of  rings,  one  of 
them  made  from  a  horseshoe  nail — and  about  forty  "migs" 

He  held  up  the  horseshoe  ring.  "Is  this  a  man's  ring?"  he 
demanded.     "It  looks  sissy  to  me." 

When  I  had  assured  him  of  the  masculinity  of  the  ring,  he 
eyed  the  marbles.  "We  could  play  a  game  of  marbles,"  he 
observed— and  then  decided  against  it.  "But  I  guess  we 
better  not.  You'd  be  sure  to  lose  and  then  you'd  have  to  buy 
some  'migs'  to  pav  me.     You  better  save  your  money." 

I  yessed  him  heartily.  [  please  turn  to  page  114  ] 




"One  of  the  atrocities  we  concocted  in  the  pub- 
licity department,"  says  the  author.    "Of  course 
Gwen  Lee  never  wore  those  fur  garters.    We  said 
she  did,  but  it  was  press  agent  stuff!" 


This  is  the  way  Lillian 
Gish  insisted  upon 
acting  in  ''La 
Boheme."  She  just 
would  be  coy  in  spite 
of  all  of  Jack  Gilbert's 
ardent  advances. 
"I'll  not  have  any 
kisses  in  this  pic- 
ture," she  said.  But 
there  were  kisses. 
Read  the  story  and 
you'll  discover  why 

BIG,  booming  factories  were  the  studios  of  six  years  ago, 
entirely  different  from  the  chummy,  cozy  workshops  of  the 
old  Griffith  and  Metro  days.  Today  they  have  taken  on  still 
another  color.  Nothing  changes  as  suddenly  and  decisively 
as  Hollywood. 

When  I  started  to  work  in  the  publicity  department  of  Metro- 
Goldwyn-Mayer,  the  word  "talkies"  was  still  uncoined,  the  sound 
picture  practically  unthought  of,  and  great  stars  of  that  studio 
were  yet  to  be  born  professionally.  The  big  shots  of  the  lot  were 
Jack  Gilbert,  Lillian  Gish,  Mae  Murray,  Marion  Davies  and 
Ramon  Novarro. 

Two  of  the  most  promising  newcomers — players  untried — were 
Joan  Crawford  and  Billy  Haines. 

And  there  was  a  Swedish  girl  who  had  just  been  brought  over 
with  a  great  director.  None  of  us  could  see  why  they  had  given 
her  a  contract.  She  was  too  tall,  too  gawky  and  had  none  of  the 
obvious  requirements  of  a  great  actress.  She  just  wandered  about 
the  lot  and  nobody  paid  her  any  attention.  Her  name  was  Greta 

No,  we  were  concerned  with  the  artists,  Lillian  Gish  and  that 
marvelous  actor,  Lars  Hanson.  And  now  who  knows  anything 
about  Lars  Hanson  and  where  is  Lillian  Gish?  While  Garbo  .  .  . 
well,  if  we  had  had  sense  enough  to  see  what  the  girl  had  we 
wouldn't  have  been  working  in  the  publicity  department.  But  we 
were  not  alone  in  our  disregard. 

Even  the  executives  ignored  her. 

Lillian  Gish  was  the  highest  paid  star  on  the  lot.  It  was  rumored 
that  she  received  S8.000  a  week  (shades  of  Connie  Bennett's 
$30,000!)  and  everybody  was  a  little  jittery  when  the  contract  was 
signed.  The  great  Gish  was  among  us.  Why,  Hergesheimer  had 
said  she  was  the  truest  artiste  of  the  cinema.  So  had  Mencken. 
And  George  Jean  Nathan. 

When  Lillian  Gish 
was  a  real  vamp  .  .  . 
The  episode  of  Mae 
Murray's  precious  dim- 
ple .  .  .  When  Conrad 
Nagel  was  Elinor  Glyn's 
IT  man  .  .  .  And  other 
things  like   that 

By  Ka  therine 

There  were  kisses 
a-plenty  when  Con- 
rad Nagel  and  Aileen 
Pringle  played 
"Three  Weeks." 
Elinor  Glyn  saw  to 
that.  She  also  tried 
to  make  Conrad's 
ears  lie  flat.  Such 
love  scenes  were  the 
fad  six  years  ago. 
And  that  bed  of  roses 
— but  what  of  the 

The  problem  for  us  was  what  to  do  with  a  person  like  that  from 
a  publicity  standpoint.  The  best  way  we  knew  of  getting  stars' 
pictures  in  the  papers  was  to  have  them  posed  wearing  fantastic 
garters,  having  their  legs  tattooed  or  their  nails  painted  gold. 
Obviously,  Gish  was  not  the  type.  It  was  in  dignified  copy  that 
we  must  "plug"  the  ladylike  Lillian,  so,  because  I'd  known  her  in 
the  old  Griffith  days,  I  was  assigned  the  special  task  of  "handling" 

Reams  and  reams  of  copy  had  been  written  about  her.  She  was 
a  recluse,  a  saint  upon  a  cinema  hill. 

I  REMEMBER  that  there  was  a  title  writer  on  the  lot  who  had 
been  a  hardboiled  newspaper  man.  Girls  like  Gish,  he  boasted, 
were  just  a  lot  of  first  class  bologna.  The  only  real  women  were 
the  kind  who  knew  life.  He  had  not  met  Miss  Lillian  when  he 
made  these  statements  but  when  he  did,  he  assured  us,  he  would 
not  be  a  fool  like  the  rest. 

And  then  he  was  given  the  job  of  writing  titles  for  her  picture 
"La  Boheme."  He  went  to  confer  with  her  and  came  away  from 
the  interview  with  a  mist  before  his  eyes,  his  brain  fogged  by  the 
cobwebs  of  beauty.  The  Little  People  had  got  him  and  when  I 
asked  him  what  he  thought  of  Gish  now,  he  stuttered,  "Why  she's 
.  .  .  why,  she's  .  .  .  she's  what  men  think  women  are  before  they 
know  they  have  bodies." 

That's  what  Lillian  Gish  did  to  men.  Frail,  delicate,  her  pale 
blue  eyes  wan  with  suffering,  her  soft,  blonde  hair  about  her  head 
like  the  radiance  from  a  winter  sun,  her  fragile  hands  traced  with 
tiny  blue  veins  and  lying  in  her  lap  like  spring  flowers — she  was  the 
greatest  siren  in  Hollywood.  You  can  rave  about  your  bold, 
voluptuous  women,  your  brittle  gold  diggers,  your  glamorous 
ladies  of  leisure,  your  sex  appeal  kids  from  Brooklyn,  but  Lillian 
Gish  could,  in  the  matter  of  getting  [  please  turn  to  page  104  ] 

Arrow  points  to  spot  where  Mae  Murray  said  she 

had  a  round,  smooth  dimple.     But  a  mean  old 

retoucher  made  it  look  like  something  else.    It's 

a  wise  star  who  knows  her  own  dimple 


'  I  v\\'( )  cameramen  risked  their  lives  in  the  wilds 
■*■  of  the  Paramount  Studios  to  get  this  picture 
of  Fredric  March  in  "Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde." 
Freddie  took  a  chance,  too.  Suppose  somebody's 
foot  had  slipped !  Oh,  how  they  suffer,  gentle  reader, 
how  they  suffer  for  you.     But  they  get  paid  for  it! 


1\/TIRIAM  HOPKINS  suffers,  too.  And  in  the 
^  ■■■same  picture.  Imagine  having  to  lie  in  that 
soft  bed  all  day  while  the  director  gives  instruc- 
tions. She  makes  the  sacrifice  so  your  lives  will  be 
brighter.  Think  about  that  when  the  alarm  rings  at 
six  a.  M.  and  all  you  have  to  do  is  go  to  a  nice  office 


In  spite  of  his  playing 
Hamlet  in  a  school  pro- 
duction, Hard  e  Albright 
turned  out  to  be  a  good 
actor— stage  or  screen 

We    S 

The  germ  of  infantile 
actoritis  bit  him  when  he 
was  four  years  old.  "He 
looks  like  Francis  X. 
Bushman,"  said  Mr. 






BY  the  way  Hardie  Albright 
would  dress  up  in  fantastic  cos- 
tumes and  deliver  long,  heart- 
breaking orations  as  a  kid,  we 
should  have  known  he  would  turn  out 
to  be  an  actor. 

And  we  should  have  known  it  when 
he  was  the  only  kid  in  town  that 
never  wore  a  hat  winter  or  summer. 

We  suspected  it  the  night  the  high 
school   contest   was  on  and   Hardie 

stood  up  there  on  the  platform  and  delivered  Shylock's  speech. 
With  fire  and  feeling,  he  cried  long  and  lustilv  for  his  pound  of 

•  Huh,"  old  man  Wilkins  remarked  on  his  way  home.  "I 
never  heard  so  much  swell  yelling  for  a  pound  of  anything  in 
my  life  as  that  Albright  kid  let  out  tonight.  But  durned  if  he 
ain't  good.  You  kind  of  believe  everything  he  says.  Yes  sir, 
he's  good." 

Hardie  won  the  medal  that'night. 

And  Charleroi,  Penna.,  was  beginning  to  sit  up  and  take 
notice  of  this  kid  that  was  in  constant  demand  by  all  the  mer- 
chants to  make  window  signs,  by  all  the  men  and  women's  clubs 
to  help  with  their  plays;  of  a  kid  that  won  every  track  meet  at 
school  and  smacked  two  front  teeth  out  of  Jimmy  Buchanan's 
lace  because  he  called  him  "  Blondie,"  and  finally  graduated  as 
president  of  his  high  school  class. 

He  was  Hamlet  in  the  class  play,  I  remember.  And  how  care- 
fully we  avoided  one  another's  eyes  on  our  way  out.  Talking 
at  length  on  some  trivial  thing  that  didn't  matter.  Ashamed 
of  the  lump  that  had  gathered  so  mysteriously  in  our  throats. 
Ashamed  of  our  own  emotions  and  to  admit  that  into  the  being 
of  each  one  of  us  had  crept  the  realization  that  here,  in  our 
midst,  was  someone  gifted  beyond  our  understanding. 

So  leaving  the  town,  his  town,  a  little  bewildered  or  maybe  a 
little  puzzled  about  the  whole  thing.  Hardie  went  away  to 
Carnegie  Tech  in  Pittsburgh,  some  thirty  odd  miles  away. 

"  I  want  to  be  an  actor,"  he  told 
Chester  Wallace,  head  of  the  drama 
department.  "But  I  can't  go  on 
unless  I'm  sure  dad  and  mother  are 

That  Hardie  Albright 
would  turn  out  to  be  an 
actor,  says  this  writer 
who  knew  him  when—" 

satisfied  about  it.  We — that  is — ," 
he  stammered,  "people  up  my  way 
don't  study  acting  much." 

"I  understand,  lad,"  Mr.  Wallace 

said.    "Let's  see  what  you  can  do." 

So,  on  an  empty  stage,  in  a  dim 

auditorium,   Hardie   Albright   stood 

alone.    There  were  no  familiar  faces 

beaming  up  from  below.    Just  space. 

He  pulled  down  his  coat,  brushed 

back  his  hair,  bit  his  tongue  twice 

and  began!     "Hamlet,"  bits  of  "Shylock," — everything  but 

"Gunga  Din"  and  "Fireman  Save  My  Child." 

"All  right,"  Mr.  Wallace  said  at  the  end,  "you  may  go  now. 
I'll  write  to  your  parents." 

At  the  door,  Hardie  hesitated,  fumbling  with  the  doorknob. 
Mr.  Wallace  waited. 

"Did  you,  that  is.  Mr.  Wallace,"  he  hesitated,  "did  you  ever 
want  to  do  anything  over  so  badly  that,  well,  you'd  give  half 
your  life  almost  for  another  chance?" 

"Why,  yes  I  have,  Hardie,"  Mr.  Wallace  replied.    "Why?" 
"  I  wish  I  could  do  this  over.    I  know  I  could  do  better." 

BUT  the  performance  stood, 

And  the  letter  reached  Hardie's 

"  I  never  saw  so  much  conflagration  and  misdirected  talent 
in  all  my  life,"  Wallace  wrote,  "but  he's  an  actor.  It  will  take 
a  lot  of  study  and  work,  but  your  boy  is  an  actor.  Make  no 
mistake  about  that." 

So  Hardie  entered  the  dramatic  department  of  Carnegie 

We  didn't  see  much  of  Hardie  in  those  four  years.  Summers, 
I  recall,  he  taught  in  a  dramatic  school  in  Gloucester,  Mass. 

But  graduation  time  finally  drew  around.  And  Hardie  was 
again  chosen  for  the  Hamlet  of  his  class. 

We  went  in  on  the  street  cars  to  see  him.  Norman  Foster 
was  in  the  class  too,  but  then  we  didn't  know  we'd  be  writing 

him  fan  letters,  too. 

For  three  weeks  "Hamlet"  ran  in 
7?  «f     C  ^  ,.  ^      TJ  r,  »*,  .*  7  J  ^  «  a  Pittsburgh  theater,  and  the  town, 

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The    Screen     Forecasts    Return 
to   Classic    Lines    in    New   Year 

WHERE  are  the  billowy  sleeves  and  fluffy  period 
styles  of  yesterday?  Quite  shelved  for  the  straight 
trimness  of  frocks  like  this.  You'll  feel  as  smart  as 
Marion  Davies  looks  in  a  brown  silk  frock  that  lets  its 
belt  be  the  sole  ornamentation.  Note  deep  armhole 
and  draped  neckline.     Smart  hat — nice  suede  pumps 

YOU'LL  see  fewer  frou-frous  in  1932 
fashions.  And  you  will  want  some 
simple,  straight-line  frocks  like  this  one 
Marion  Davies  wears  in  "Polly  of  the 
Circus.''  The  dress  is  of  sheer  wool  and 
that  neckline  and  white  vestee  are  labeled 
1932.  Even  the  peplum  keeps  to  the 
straight  and  narrow! 

Let    Screen    Clothes    Be    Your 

THE  current  pictures  show  dramatic 
fashions  that  are  practical — styles 
that  every  girl  can  safely  copy  because 
they  are  wearable.  You  are  sure  to  be 
ahead  of  the  season  if  you  watch  your 
movies  —  screen  clothes  forecast  trends, 
instead  of  merely  following  them! 

TIRED  of  winter  colors  under  your  coat? 
Take  a  print  pick-up -then — it  will  make  a 
new  woman  of  you!  Dorothy  Lee  wears  this 
brown  and  white  floral  print  in  "Peach  O' 
Reno' — and  it's  just  that.  Prints  always  make 
a  bright,  extra-something  for  the  wardrobe  in 
mid-winter.  Cape  effects,  like  this,  are  good. 
Those  shoes  are  a  California  climate  concession! 

T'S  a  bonnie  Scotch 
cap  that  Spanish 
Conchita  Montenegro 
is  wearing  here.  The 
Scotch  cap  type  of  small 
hat  is  a  great  favorite 
this  year.  It's  young 
looking,  has  the  right 
eye-pointing  line — and 
is  just  right  to  wear 
with  those  big  fur  col- 
lars. Worn  in  "Dis- 
orderly Conduct." 

THAT  good  old-fashioned 
fabric,  corduroy,  is  now 
one  of  the  best  new  fashions. 
Here  you  see  Dorothy  Tree  us- 
ing it  for  a  polo  coat  in 
"Husband's  Holiday."  Brown 
buttons,  brown  belt  and  collar 
lining  accent  the  beige  color 
of  the  material. 

Guide    to    Wearable    Fashions 

THIS  coat  Joan 
Crawford  wears 
in  "Possessed  '  fore- 
casts new  style 
trends.  It  is  furless. 
The  fabric  is  smooth, 
and  the  shoulder  cut 
gives  width  while 
the  silhouette  stays 
slender.  And  that 
high  collar  with  bow 
tie  is  fashion  news. 

PICTURE  of  a  young  star  all  set 
for  a  theater  date!  Dorothy 
Tree  tops  a  simple  black  velvet 
dinner  dress  with  a  matching  vel- 
vet coat  in  the  new  length.  Note 
those  sleeves  shirred  in  at  the 
wrist.  As  you  can  see  in  the 
smaller  picture,  fine  white  lace 
trims  the  square,  high  neckline 
and  lines  the  puffed  sleeve  ruffle. 
Worn    in  "Husband's   Holiday." 

F  you  don't  go  home  from 
"Private  Lives"  with  your  head 
whirling  with  new  fashion 
thoughts — it  won't  be  Norma 
Shearer's  fault.  Not  least  among 
several  striking  lounging  cos- 
tumes is  this  one  in  a  spring-like 
color  scheme  of  green,  yellow 
and  blue.  Trousers  and  bolero 
are  green,  blouse  yellow,  sash 
and  scarf  in  green  and  blue. 

Tailored    Trends 

QUAINT"  and  "period"  are  two  words 
which  will  not  do  much  headlining 
for  1932  fashions,  if  you  follow  style  tips  that 
are  already  being  given  to  you  in  new  pic- 
tures. The  smart  outfits  which  you  will  see 
Norma  Shearer  wear  in  "Private  Lives"  stress 
a  definitely  tailored  trend,  whether  it  is  in 
lounging  costumes  or  street  clothes.  I  think 
you  will  approve  the  two  shown  here. 

WHY  did  you  top  your  grand  tailored   red  wool  dress   with 
that  dizzy  hat,  Norma  Shearer?     The  clever  use  of  pique 
saw-tooth  edging  makes  up  for  it — so  all  is  forgiven! 

According  to  Mr. 
Young,  actors  axe  born 
just  like  human  beings 








Our  guest  writer  claims, 
too,  that  many  actors 
die     a    natural    death 

THANK  you,  Mr.  Editor.    I'll 
try  to  behave  like  a  decent  law- 
abiding    guest.  .  .  .  Yes,    in- 
deed, thank  you.     That's  plenty. 
Plain  water  with  mine.    How  to  become  an  actor? 
lighted  to  tell  you. 

By   Roland    Yo  u  n  g 

I'd  be  de- 

Birth  is  of  the  utmost  importance.  No  one  who  intends 
adopting  acting  as  his  or  her  profession  can  afford  to  ignore. a 
careful  selection  of  parents.  In  the  case  of  the  actor,  the  father 
is  of  prime  importance.    In  the  case  of  the  actress,  the  mother. 

As  an  example,  supposing  an  actor  intends  to  specialize  in  the 
portrayal  of  rheumatic  traveling  salesmen.  He  should  select  as 
a  father  a  man  inclined  from  early  youth  to  rheumatism,  who 
had  had  a  wide  experience  as  a  traveling  salesman,  graduating 
from  pencils  to,  say,  brassieres. 

Of  secondary  importance, 
but  still  important,  is  the 
question  of  the  mother.  In 
this  case,  I  should  suggest  that 
his  mother  be  accustomed  to 
long  periods  of  living  without 
her  husband.  She  may,  how- 
ever, entertain. 

In  the  case  of  the  actress 
who  wishes  to  specialize  in,  for 
instance,  characterizations  of 
vegetarian  spinsters,  the 
mother  should  be  a  spinach 
addict.  The  type  of  father  in 
this  case  is  negligible  or  might 
be  one  of  many. 


Hard  work  is  usually  given 
as  a  recipe  for  success  in  any 
field  of  endeavor.  In  the  case, 
however,  of  the  actor,  the  less 
hard  the  work  the  better  the 


The  ability  to  dance  is  im- 
portant to  an  actor  or  an  ac- 
tress, provided  they  don't 


This  should  be  confined  to 
the  face,  and  not  much  of  it. 

Buy  a  harp,  but  leave  it  at 

This  is  useful  in  emergencies 

He  also  drew  the  pictures  at  the  top  of  the  page. 
Thank  you,  Mr.  Young,  you  were  great  in  "The 
Guardsman."      You  always  come  through 

with  recalcitrant  managers  or  di- 
rectors, and  the  sword  cane  should 
be  part  of  every  actor's  equipment. 

This  is  useful  when  not  employed  in  your  profession. 


Just  plain  reading  is  better. 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  have  a  model  to  look  up  to  and  copy.    In 
this  capacity,  Mickey  Mouse  is  supreme. 


A  short  rudimentary  digit 
on  the  foot  of  a  quadruped. 
Avoid  these.  They  just  give 
you  shoe  trouble. 

This  should  be  undertaken 
in  a  serious  way.    You  might 
be  called  upon  to  play  the  part 
of  a  Dry  Senator. 

Lethal  Chemistry 
A  knowledge  of  this  is  useful 
in  cases  of  supervisor  trouble. 

Sharp  Shooting 

See  above. 


This  comes  under  the  gen- 
eral heading  of  noble  experi- 
ments. It  is,  indeed,  one  of  the 
oldest  forms  of  prohibition.  It 
is,  of  course,  frequently  re- 
sorted to — or  how  would  there 
be  so  many  little  actors  and 
actresses  every  spring?  In  this 
free  and  enlightened  twentieth 
century,  marriage  need  not  be 
permanent.  This  is  possibly 
one  of  the  attractions.  It  is 
said  to  enhance  the  social 
standing  of  offspring,  although 
there  have  been  certain  notable 


Death  is  as  important  as 
birth.  In  some  cases  even 
more  so. 


The    Prize   Winners 

First  Prize  $i,ooo — 

"My  Companions" 

E.  E.  and  Mrs.  H.  M. 


Booneville,  Miss. 

Second  Prize  $750 — 

"Photoplay's  Stars 

of  the  World" 

Betty  M.  Walkey 

114  Union  St. 

Lancaster,  Ohio 

Third  Prize  $500 — 


Rena  Grace  Coulter 

43  Sterling  Ave. 

Buffalo,  N.  Y. 

Fourth  Prize  $300 — 

Frank  L.  Greseke 

612  Lake  Ave. 
Lake  Worth,  Fla. 

Fifth  Prize  $200 — 
"A  Chest  of 

Mrs.  Lina  R.  Garst 

9  Paine  Ave. 
Auburn,  R.  I. 

additional  prize  WIN'XERS  os  page   106 



This  scene,  with  the  photos  of  the  stars  grouped 
about  the  walls,  took  first  prize — $1,000 — for 
E.  E.  and  Mrs.  H.  M.  Phillips,  of  Booneville,  Miss. 

WELL,  the  judges  have  done  it  again.  They  have 
gone  over  the  more  than  20,000  entries  in  Photo- 
play's eighth  annual  Cut  Picture  Puzzle  Contest 
and  seventy  fortunate  contestants  have  emerged 
winners.  As  you  read  these  words,  seventy  mail  carriers  are 
handing  to  as  many  happy  individuals  a  check  each,  ranging  in 
amounts  from  SI, 000  to  S25,  as  their  reward  for  the  skill  and 
painstaking  accuracy  they  manifested  in  their  solutions.  It 
is  a  special  honor  in  itself  to  win  against  so  large  a  field  of 
splendidly  planned  and  splendidly  exhibited  entries. 

As  in  previous  years,  exhibits  from  practically  every  part  of 
the  civilized  world  were  presented  and,  as  hitherto,  the  judges 
had  to  proceed  by  the  slow  process  of  elimination  and  tentative 
selection  before  they  could  concentrate  on  the  several  hundred 
entries  from  which  the  choice  of  seventy  winners  was  finally 
made.      A  task,  however,  which  was  absorbingly  fascinating. 






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;  *  #  •  t  _  t 


Betty  M.  Walkey,  of  Lan- 
caster, Ohio,  was  awarded 
second  prize  of  $750  for 
her  board  and  map  show- 
ing the  birthplaces  of  the 
stars  in  the  contest 

Third  prize  of  $500  was 
won  by  Rena  Grace  Coul- 
ter, of  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  for 
her  effective  display  of  the 
stars  on  this  inexpensive 
but  novel  screen 


Of  ^5,000  Contest 

By  only  holding  closely  to  the  three  major  requirements — 
accuracy,  neatness,  ingenuity  in  presentation — was  it  possible 
for  them  to  arrive  at  just  and  fair  decisions. 

In  the  minds  of  the  judges  the  outstanding  entry  in  the  Con- 
test was  the  presentation — done  on  a  small  scale — of  a  child's 
bedroom,  the  walls  of  which  are  adorned  with  the  properly 
assembled  and  named  portraits  of  the  stars  that  appeared  in  the 
Contest.  A  small  boy  in  bed,  holding  a  copy  of  Photoplay 
Magazine,  fits  into  the  general  plan  that  gives  a  special  sig- 
nificance to  the  designation,  "My  Companions." 

This  first  prize  winning  entry,  $1,000,  was  the  work  of  E.  E. 
and  Mrs.  H.  M.  Phillips,  of  Booneville,  Miss. 

When  notified  that  their  entry  was  under  consideration  for  a 
possible  prize  they  wrote: 

"So  long  have  our  thoughts  in  connection  with  money  been 
confined  strictly  to  the  smaller  denominations  that  now,  given 
the  privilege  of  entertaining  the  hope  of  something  larger,  the 
mental  diversion  is  indeed  pleasant. 

"There  are  winter  coats  to  buy.  Our  picture  show  budget 
will,  no  doubt,  be  increased,  and  the  chances  are  that  our  motor 
trip  West  that  fell  through  last  summer  due  to  insufficient  funds 
will  be  planned  for  next  spring." 

THE  second  prize,  $750,  was  captured  by  Miss  Betty  M. 
Walkey,  of  Lancaster,  Ohio.  Entitled  "  Photoplay's  Stars  of 
the  World,"  it  represents  the  birthplaces  of  the  motion  picture 
actors  and  actresses  whose  portraits  were  used  in  this  Contest. 
Miss  Walkey  evinced  a  marked  intelligence  and  care  in  the 
manner  in  which  she  evolved  and  worked  out  her  idea.  Her 
letter  is  as  direct  as  her  presentation.  From  what  she  writes  she 
undoubtedly  will  use  her  prize  money  to  excellent  advantage. 

"I  am  sixteen  years  of  age  and  a  sophomore  in  Lancaster 
High  School.  I  am  kept  very  busy  with  my  school  work  as  I  am 
carrying  extra  subjects  this  year.  I  am  specializing  in  languages 
and  would  like  to  become  a  linguist. 

"  My  hobby  is  dancing,  and  although  I  enjoy  many  outdoor 
sports  such  as  tennis,  target  practice,  and  swimming,  it  provides 
my  chief  recreation.  I  have  studied  ballet  work  for  a  number 
of  years  and  I  now  go  to  Columbus  three  evenings  a  week  for 
lessons  in  ballet  and  Spanish  dancing. 

"In  the  event  that  I  should  win  one  of  the  larger  prizes  I 
think  I  should  like  to  use  it  to  further  my  education  in  dancing. 
It  would  give  me  great  pleasure  to  be  able  to  study  in  New  York 
or  to  spend  a  season  or  two  in  a  dancing  and  recreational  camp." 

And  you  must  admit  that  the  third  prize  winner  had  an  in- 
genious scheme.  What  could  be  more  logical  and  at  the  same 
time  more  simple  than  to  use  an  ordinary  wire  window  screen  as 
a  method  of  conveving  this  entrant's  idea?  For  this,  Mrs.  Rena 
G.  Coulter,  of  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  wins  the  third  prize  of  $500. 





Joan  Crawford 

Mary  Astor 

Constance  Bennett 

Mary  Brian 

Dorothy  Mackaill 

Norma  Shearer 

Marion  Da  vies 

Sue  Carol 

Gary  Cooper 

Robert  Montgomery 

Richard  Barthelmess 

Ramon  Novarro 

William  Haines 

John  Gilbert 

William  Powell 

Chester  Morris 



Jeanette  MacDonald 

Marie  Dressier 

Loretta  Young 

Kay  Francis 

Anita  Page 

Mitzi  Green 

Leila  Hyams 

Marlene  Dietrich 

Clive  Brook 

Paul  Lukas 

Joe  E.  Brown 

Phillips  Holmes 

Warner  Baxter 

Jack  Mulhall 

Lewis  Ayres 

Douglas  Fairbanks,  Jr. 

"I  put  a  great  deal  of  love  into  my  work  on  the  Contest,"  she 
writes. "  I  am  a  stenographer  and  the  sole  support  of  my  parents. 
Should  I  be  so  fortunate  as  to  read  my  name  among  the 
winners,  I  would  use  the  money  to  continue  my  vocal  studies 
and  take  a  course  in  advertising." 

Here  is  a  peacock,  the  like  of  which  we  have  never  seen  before 
— all  its  feathers  made  of  paper,    [  please  turn  to  page  106  ] 

Pages  from  Photoplay 
were  used  to  make  this 
peacock,  which  carried  off 
fourth  prize  of  $300  for 
Frank  L.  Greseke,  of  Lake 
Worth,  Fla. 

Mrs.  Lina  R.  Garst,  of 
Auburn,  R.  I.,  constructed 
this  "Chest  of  Minia- 
tures," which  was  awarded 
the  fifth  prize  of  $200 


Wide  World 

TJTl.RK,  arriving  at  a  Hollywood  premiere  with  her  hus- 
AA  band,  is  the  lady  you  all  want  to  see :  Mrs.  Clark  Gable, 
formerly  Mrs.  M.  Franklin  Langham  of  New  York  City. 
She  isn't  an  actress,  never  has  been  and  doesn't  want  to  be 


JL'm     liot     >3o     uu 



Because  the  higher  the  pedestal  the 
better  target  you  make  for  the  Holly- 
wood sharpshooters 








'AS  Clark  Gable  a  child  whom 

he  is   not   recognizing? 

Has  he  been  married  twice, 
three  times  or  four?     What  is  his  true  background? 

Every  writer  in  Hollywood  is  trying  to  find  answers  to  these 
questions.  Some  have  printed  stories  without  waiting  to  get 
the  truth. 

It's  a  very  old  Hollywood  custom. 

But  a  custom  which  Clark,  a  newcomer,  is  incapable  of 

"Why  don't  they  come  to  me,"  he  demands,  "and  ask  me? 

"My  stepdaughter  is  sixteen  years  old.  My  stepson  twelve. 
They  are  the  children  of  my  present  wife. 

"No  one  has  asked  me  about  this,  to  date.  I  would  have 
been  glad  to  tell  them.  If  I  had  any  children  of  my  own  I 
would  be  proud  to  say  so." 

The  bare  facts  of  Clark  Gable's  life  have  been  written  before. 
But  what  was  happening  inside  the  lad's  head  and  his  heart 
has  never  been  told. 

CADIZ,  OHIO,  is  a  droning  hamlet  less  than  twenty  miles 
from  the  galloping  city  of  Wheeling,  West  Virginia.  The 
adult  inhabitants  of  Cadiz  peer 
indolently  from  their  vine- 
covered  piazzas  toward  the 
smoke  curling  from  the  buzzing 
factories  of  the  city  and  con- 
gratulate themselves  on  the 
peaceful  contentment  they  have 
inherited.  The  youths  of  Cadiz 
look  at  the  same  smoke  with 
yearning  and  impatiently  count 
the  years  until  they  will  be  old 
enough  to  go  to  the  city. 

Cadiz  is  Clark  Gable's  home, 
and  in  only  one  way  did  he  differ 
from  the  other  youngsters  there. 
He  was  incapable  of  cruelty. 
Trapping  was  the  chief  sport. 
Clark  would  set  his  traps  as 
eagerly  as  the  others.  But  when 
it  was  time  to  collect  his  prey,  he 
couldn't  bear  to  kill  the  animal. 
The  boys  didn't  dare  call  him 
yellow,  because  he  had  two  good 
fists  and  had  proven  he  could  use 

The  heart  of  a  poet,  the 
physique  of  a  Dempsey,  was 
Clark's  inheritance.  His  mother 
was  an  artist.  Although  he 
doesn't  remember  her  (she  died 
when  he  was  an  infant),  he 
knows  that  she  never  gave  up 
her  efforts  to  improve  artisti- 
cally. She  was  a  dreamer,  a 
beauty  worshipper. 

But  his  father  was  a  product 
of  the  oil  fields.  Rough,  hard,  a 
man  among  men. 

Clark's  stepmother  did  a  re- 

By  Ruth  Biery 

Clark  says: 

"I  have  been  married  twice,  and 
twice  only. 

"I  have  no  children  of  my  own, 
but  I  have  two  stepchildren. 

"I  have  learned  there  are  just 
two  things  that  can  keep  a  man 
from  living  as  he  wishes.  One 
is  poverty,  the  other  fame. 

"What  I  didn't  know  when  I 
was  piling  lumber  at  $3  a  day — 
a  job  I  didn't  like  but  had  to  do 
to  eat  regularly — was  that  suc- 
cess and  a  fine  income  may 
cause  the  same  situation. 

"If  I  can't  live  in  Hollywood 
according  to  my  own  ideas,  I 
know  I  can  get  out  and  make 
my  living  somewhere  else." 

markable  thing.  She  learned  to  know 
the  boy's  mother's  people,  and  reared 
the  lad  as  his  own  mother  would  have. 
But  his  great  sensitivity  to  art  and  beauty  was  always  warring 
with  the  two-fisted  training  of  his  father! 

His  first  struggle  came  when  he  was  sixteen,  and  his  father 
bought  a  farm  in  Northern  Ohio.  It  was  a  funny,  little  farm 
in  a  funny,  little  community.  The  people  were  entirely 
different  from  those  whom  he  had  left.  He  missed  the  gay 
camaraderie  of  Cadiz  and,  trying  to  make  friends  with  the 
farmer  folk,  discovered  they  had  nothing  in  common.  He  was 
thrown  upon  his  own  resources.  "I  learned  to  live  with  myself 
instead  of  with  others,"  he  says. 

He  turned  to  long  tramps  in  the  country.  His  constant 
companion  was  his  dog,  and  during  those  lonely  hours  he 
learned  there  was  something  within  him  that  demanded  ex- 
pression. He  played  with  the  idea  of  becoming  an  artist,  a 
writer,  an  actor,  a  doctor. 

One  of  his  Cadiz  friends  wrote  that  he  was  going  to  Akron 
to  work.  Clark  begged  his  father  to  be  allowed  to  join  him. 
Those  were  the  exciting  days  at  the  end  of  the  war.  Getting 
a  job  was  easy.     He  went  to  work  in  the  office  of  a  rubber 

company.  The  first  day  he  fell 
asleep !  Filing  papers  was  a  dull 
task  yet  he  had  to  keep  his  job 
because  of  the  money,  but  he 
stopped  night  school  where  he 
had  studied  dentistry. 

Frantically  he  sought  some- 
thing that  would  reveal  the 
magic  of  life.  It  was  watching  a 
dingy  little  stock  company  play 
all  the  old  theatrical  chestnuts 
that  seemed  to  lift  him  out  of 

HE  was  a  gawky,  country  boy, 
almost  alone  in  his  first  big 
city.  He  was  afraid  of  girls  so  his 
adolescent  dreams  turned  to  the 
theater.  And,  having  been  in- 
troduced to  one  of  the  actors,  he 
hung  around  backstage  until 
they  finally  gave  him  the  job  of 
calling  the  cast  for  their  cues.  He 
received  no  money.  To  smell 
grease  paint  was  reward  enough! 
Eventually,  they  gave  him  some 
walk-on  parts.  "Your  carriage 
awaits,  madame — "  was  the 
longest  line  he  spoke.  That 
didn't  matter.  It  was  the  crepe 
hair,  the  spirit  gum,  the  paint, 
the  powder  and  the  language  of 
the  stage  which  held  him. 

He  kept  his  office  job  as  a 
temporary  livelihood,  but  culti- 
vated the  stage  as  a  vocation. 

Undoubtedly,  Clark  would 
have  become  a  bona  fide  member 

[    PLEASE     TURN    TO     PAGE     96    ] 








Are    Y o 



IT  is  an  accepted  fact  that  women  can't  sit  down  and  tell 
the  truth  about  one  another  without  having  the  meeting 
break  up  in  a  small  riot.  That's  the  reason  that  the  game 
of  "truth"  often  causes  a  break  in  friendships  of  long 
standing.  Women  don't  like  to  hear  unflattering  things  about 
themselves — and  they  don't  like  to  admit  unflattering  things 
to  themselves,  either.  Perhaps  if  there  was  more  self-honesty, 
there  would  be  fewer  unhappy  women. 

The  other  day  a  charming  young  girl  wrote  to  me  from  a 
school  in  the  South.  It  seems  that  she  and  her  friends  had  had 
one  of  these  truth  sessions.  They  had  told  her  that  she  was  not 
making  the  most  of  her  looks.  She  had  lovely  hair  but  she 
didn't  take  enough  time  to  make  it  a  real  asset  toward  beauty. 
Instead  of  becoming  angry  at  this  frankness,  she  hurried  back 
to  her  room  and  wrote  me  for  some  good  tips  on  how  to  make 
her  hair  more  tractable  and  really  lovely.  She,  you  see,  had 
the  good  sense  to  take  a  friendly  hint  from  others.  And  I  im- 
agine that  she  will  be  the  belle  of  school  proms  from  now  on 
because  she  benefited  by  constructive  criticism. 

All  this  leads  to  the  question  of  whether  or  not  you  can 
honestly  rate  yourself.  It  isn't  often  easy  to  see  yourself  in  a 
dispassionate  way.  We  are  all  too  prone  to  excuse  our  faults. 
It  is  easier  to  say,  "I  might  be  successful,"  than  to  say,  "I  am 
successful."  It  is  easier  to  take  second  best  rather  than  to 
make  the  effort  to  correct  some  small  thing  in  ourselves. 

If  you  don't  put  a  valuation  on  yourself,  no  one  else  is  going 
to.  The  successful  business  woman,  the  most  popular  debu- 
tante, the  most  brilliant  actress,  are  women  who  have  groomed 
themselves  to  reach  a  definite  goal.  You  don't  have  to  be 
ruthless  about  it,  you  don't  have  to  mow  others  down  to  make 
a  place  for  yourself.  You  merely  have  to  be  knowing  about 
your  charm,  your  ability — have  faith  in  yourself. 

DO  you  remember  the  breathless  wait  there  used  to  be  for  the 
school  year  book  which  would  give  the  rating  of  your  class's 
most  successful  members?  Most  schools  still  have  these  sta- 
tistics every  year.  There  is  the  vote  for  the  most  beautiful,  the 
most  popular,  and  so  forth.  And  then  somewhere  toward  the 
bottom  of  the  list  there  would  be  the  cruelly  frank  classifica- 
tion for  the  biggest  grind  or  the  most  competent.  I  wonder  if 
there  ever  was  a  girl  who  honestly  thought  it  was  an  honor  to 
be  rated  the  most  competent?    I  doubt  it. 

The  whole  secret  of  this  business  of  charm,  or  glamour,  or 
whatever  your  particular  term  for  it  may  be,  is  to  create  an 
aura  about  yourself.  Make  yourself  look  what  you  want  to  be. 
Suppose  you  are  the  most  efficient  business  woman  that  ever 
lived,  no  man  wants  you  to  rub  it  in.  And  the  whole  glory 
turns  to  so  many  ashes  if  you  see  a  future  that  holds  nothing 
but  a  desk  in  it.     Be  efficient  in  your  office,  but  shed  your 


•   ±±ow 

Poised,  beautiful,  popular  and  successful— Kay 
Francis  can  meet  her  mirrored  reflection  face  to  face 
with  the  assurance  that  she  has  made  the  most  of 
every  asset.  Why  not  let  your  mirror  reflect  as 
gratifying  results?  Just  a  little  self-study  and  a  lot 
of  will  power  will  do  it ! 

Friendly    Advice 


I  will  gladly  answer  any  personal  problems 
ahuu I  hair,  correct  colors  for  your  type,  and 
make-up  shades.  Merely  send  a  stamped, 
self-addressed  envelope. 

Also  ask  for  my  booklet  of  normalizing 
exercises  and  non-fattening  menus.  My  com- 
plexion leaflet  gi\c-  general  advice  on  the 
care  of  the  skin  with  treatments  for  black- 
heads and  acne. 

Address  me  at  Photoplay,  221  West  57th 
Street,  New  lork  City 

Self-Analysis    Will   Give   Yo  u 


Do      JLou     It 


Carolyn  Van  Wyck  asks  some  burning 
beauty  questions  below.  Perhaps  they  may 
give  you  a  cue  to  your  own  beauty  problem. 
See  how  many  you  know.  If  you  can't  an- 
swer them  yourself,  you  will  find  the  answers 
on  page  112. 

1.  Can  eye  shadow  make  eyes  look  larger? 

2.  What  is  the  latest  hair  whim  in  Paris? 

3.  What  is  Mary  Pickford's   tip  for  slim- 

4.  Do  you  key  nail  polish  to  skin  tone? 

5.  How  can  brittle  nails  be  avoided  easily? 

6.  Who  can  wear  coral  rouge  and  lipstick? 

7.  What   composes    the   "white    henna" 

8.  Do   you    moisten    lips    when    using   lip- 






competent  shell  when  five  o'clock  rolls  around.  Take  off  your 
tailored  suit,  put  on  a  deceptively  feminine  gown.  Don't  talk 
shop,  but  tell  your  best  beau  of  the  evening  the  most  amusing, 
delightfully  frivolous  things  you  can  think  of.  If  he  is  the  type 
that  likes  to  have  your  gloss  of  indolent,  well-groomed  feminin- 
ity pierced  with  a  brain  wave  now  and  then — you  can  give  him 
small  doses  of  your  efficient  side!  But  remember,  only  small 
ones.  The  average  man  is  as  wary  of  a  too  efficient  woman 
as  he  would  be  of  a  shrewish  mother-in-law! 

One  of  the  most  successful  business  women  I  know  is  a  per- 
fect dynamo  at  her  desk  but  the  most  fragile,  exquisite  bit  of 
femininity  socially  that  you  could  possibly  imagine.  I  once 
remarked  to  her  that  I  had  never  known  anyone  who  could 
conquer  more  difficult  situations  than  she  could  and  still  leave 
her  business  contemporaries  feeling  that  they  were  humoring 
a  charming,  precocious  child.  She  gave  me  one  of  her  subtly 
knowing  looks  and  said,  "I  never  let  people  see  me  work 
except  when  it  is  important,  and  I  always  try  to  do  things  in 
such  a  way  that  an  idea  of  mine  always  looks  as  if  it  surprised 
me  as  much  as  it  has  my  business  associates."  Yet  anyone 
who  has  ever  done  business  with  her  knows  that  she  is  as 
shrewd  as  you  can  find  them — but  I   doubt  if  anyone  has 

A  r  e    Yo 



ever  thought  to  dismiss  her  with  a  disparaging,   "Oh  she's 
efficient,  all  right!'' 

Haven't  you  heard  someone  say,  "If  I  put  up  with  the  dull 
people  she  does,  I  could  be  popular,  too?"  And  right  there 
lies  the  why  of  popularity.  You  can't  just  fill  your  life  with 
the  most  sparkling  wits,  or  the  most  fascinating  people  if  you 
decide  that  popularity  is  your  goal.  Often  you  have  to  work 
up  to  the  coterie  of  chosen  ones  through  a  maze  of  dull  but 
useful  people.  Oh,  I  know  that  sounds  mercenary — but  actu- 
ally it  isn't.  The  stag  line  at  a  dance  isn't  filled  with  the  best 
dancers  and  the  best  looking  men — but  those  nice,  but  dull 
young  men  who  may  compose  part  of  it,  will  give  you  the  rush 
that  makes  the  catch  of  the  season  suddenly  realize  that  you 
are  really  pretty  grand.  And  those  nice  young  men  will  have 
been  cheered  by  the  warmth  of  your  smile  and  the  friendly, 
reluctant  pressure  of  your  hand  as  they  release  you  to  your 
next  partner.  It  is  so  easy  to  leave  people  with  a  pleasant 
glow  that  it  is  only  the  self-centered  person  who  never  thinks 
it  worth  the  trouble. 

CHARM — glamour — personality — we  all  want  it.  We  can't 
all  have  it  without  a  bit  of  self-study,  a  careful  rating  of  our- 
selves. Know  your  weaknesses  and  how  large  a  part  they  play 
in  keeping  you  from  your  goal.  Then  discipline  yourself  to 
overcome  them.  You  can,  you  know.  An  alert,  poised  mind 
and  body  makes  for  a  poised  manner.  Come  face  to  face  with 
yourself  in  the  mirror — and  then  have  a  truth  session  with 
that  mirrored  self!  You  will  be  surprised  what  you  can  find 
to  do  for  yourself. 

And  rather  than  furrow  your  brow  with  unsolved  problems — 
come  to  me,  I  know  I  can  help  you  out  of  your  dilemma. 


You  are  considerably  underweight  for  your  height.  I  think 
if  you  tried  to  gain  weight  for  awhile  you  would  discover  that 
your  whole  figure  will  become  more  perfectly  developed.  Try 
eating  fattening  foods,  drink  milk  and  cream  several  times  a 
day,  and  get  plenty  of  rest.  That  will  put  the  weight  on 
where  you  need  it. 

Exercise  is  excellent  for  building  up  and  filling  out  a  concave 
chest.  First  learn  to  breathe  deeply,  especially  when  walking. 
Also  try  this  exercise: 

Stand  about  two  feet  away  from  a  wall.  Face  it,  placing 
your  hands  flat  against  it.  Then  move  your  head  slowly 
toward  the  wall.  Keep  your  chin  up  until  your  chin  and  chest 
both  tough  the  wall.  Now  return  slowly  to  the  former  position. 
You  can  repeat  this  a  few  times  at  first,  and  then  gradually 
increase  the  number  of  times  when  your  muscles  become  ad- 
justed to  the  strain.  [  please  turn  to  page  112  ] 

New  Start  Says   Carolyn   Van   Wyck 


MAE  CLARKE  is  a  girl  who 
knew  what  she  wanted  — 
ever  since  she  was  a  kid. 
So  she  went  after  it.  And 
gOl  it. 

What  she  wanted  was  to  be  an 
actress.  Not  just  another  actress, 
but  a  good  actress  whose  name  would 
go  up  in  electric  lights  and  be  remem- 
b<  red,  not  forgotten. 

Well,  there's  nothing  unusual  in 
that,  of  course.  Any  number  of  girls 
have  and  have  had  the  same  idea, 
you  say.  All  right,  but  wait  a  min- 
ute. Don't  forget  that  Mae  Clarke 
didn't  just  fall  asleep  with  the  idea. 
She  worked  on  it  and  made  the  grade, 
until  now  she's  at  a  station  pretty 
mar  the  top. 

And  even  that,  you  mumble,  is 
nothing  so  great,  is  it?  There  are 
lots  of  other  movie  actresses  in  Holly- 
wood who  are  just  as  near  the  top, 
and  nearer,  too,  than  Mae.  Okay. 
But  don't  overlook  this — 

Mae  Clarke's  story  is  unusual  be- 
cause of  one  point:  Mae  started  from 
scratch  with  nothing — nothing  what- 
ever to  give  her  a  boost  along  the 
path  she  had  chosen  to  climb.  Ex- 
cept her  own  determination.  And 
since  we're  all  human,  we  still  like  to 
hear  about  the  Horatio  Alger  hero 
or  heroine,  and  we  like  to  pat  'em  on 
the  back  when  they  make  good. 

You  see,  Mae  didn't  have  any  head 
start  like — say,  the  Bennett  gals. 
They  had  a  father  and  a  mother  who 
were  of  the  theater.  Behind  them, 
they  had  generations  of  theatrical 
tradition.  Heredity  gave  them  a 
swell  shove  to  start  them  along  their 
careers,  and  Papa  Bennett  took  over 
the  job  where  heredity  left  off. 

But  Mae  Clarke's  dad  wasn't  an 
actor.  Her  mother  wasn't  a  star. 
There  were  no  great  names  of  the 
theater  hanging  on  her  family  tree. 
Papa  was  an  organist  in  an  Atlantic 
City  showhouse;  that's  as  close  as  she 
came  to  the  stage  on  dad's  side.  And 
mama's  closest  connection  was  that 
she  used  to  wish,  when  she  was  little, 
that  she  could  be  an  actress. 

NOR  did  Old  Man  Luck  beckon 
Mae  to  sit  in  his  lap,  like  any 
number  of  our  present  cinema  stars. 
Maureen  O'Sullivan,  for  instance,  was 
picked  out  of  obscurity  by  a  director 
who  wanted  a  type  and  thought  she 
was  it — and  the  road  to  film  fame  was 
smoothed  for  Maureen  by  the  com- 
bined forces  of  a  big  studio. 

It  was  different  with  Mae.  No- 
body picked  her  out  and  made  her  a 
star.  Nobody  paid  any  attention  to 
her,  in  fact,  except  when  she  forced 
them  to.  There  wasn't  any  lucky 
break  for  Mae — except  the  ones  she 

She  didn't  have  Greta  Garbo's 
exotic  lure;  she  didn't  have  the  bally- 
hoo that  popped  Dietrich  into  the 
film  firmament  overnight;  she  isn't 
any  extraordinary  beauty  that  makes 
you  sit  up  and  take  notice  whether 
you  want  to  or  not;  she  didn't  have 
the  advantage  of  getting  into  pictures 
when  pictures  were  growing  up — like 
Swanson  and  Pickford,  you  know — 
so  she  could  grow  up  along  with  them. 

7  J 




a  v  e 


a  n  i 




Mae  Clarke  was  a  good 
soda-mixer.  Now  she's 
one  of  the  coming  stars 
because  she  went  after 
what  she  wanted 

By   Harry   Lang 

Mae  made  a  hit  as  the  tough  girl  in 
"The  Front  Page."     Then  she   scored 
in  "Waterloo  Bridge."    Then  "Frank- 
enstein."   She's  well  on  her  way 

Mae  Clarke  didn't  have  anything. 
She wasjustan ordinary,  live-around- 
the-corner,  little  Atlantic  City  kid, 
who  used  to  play  pirates  on  a  raft 
with  the  neighborhood  boys  and  girls. 

But  get  this — even  when  she  was 
playing  pirates,  Mae  Clarke  was  be- 
ginning her  acting  career!  And  when 
a  kid  starts  actively  working  out  a 
career  before  she's  ten,  and  keeps 
everlastingly  at  it  from  then  on — 
well,  she  doesn't  need  Bennett's  an- 
cestry, or  Garbo's  lure,  or  Swanson's 
ground  floor  "in,"  or  a  Prince  Charm- 
ing in  one  guise  or  another  to  carry 
her  along. 

"It's  trite,"  she  laughs,  when  you 
ask  her  about  her  career,  "to  say,  'I 
always  wanted  to  go  on  the  stage.' 
People  who  read  and  write  about 
stage  and  screen  folk  must  get  sick  to 
death  of  that  line.  But  I  can't  help 
it — with  me  it's  true,  and  that's  all 
there  is  to  it. 

"Why,  even  back  there  as  far  as  I 
can  remember — three  years  old — I 
used  to  live  to  'act.'  My  mother 
must  have  sympathized  with  me. 
I've  often  heard  her  tell  me  that  she, 
too,  had  wanted  to  be  a  great  actress. 
Anyway,  as  early  as  three  I  began 
having  dancing  lessons. 

"Then,  when  I  got  a  little  bigger,  I 
used  to  love  to  dress  up  in  boys' 
clothes  and  play  pirates.  We  had  a 
lagoon  that  we  used  to  call  our 
Spanish  Main,  back  there  in  Atlantic 
City,  and  a  raft.  We  buried  treasure 
and  sailed  the  seas  and  all  the  time  I 
was  acting  the  part  for  all  I  was 
worth.  I  used  to  throw  myself  into 
it — live  the  part." 

NOW,  haven't  you  heard  that  be- 
fore, too?  That  "live  the  part" 
stuff?  More  than  one  of  our  great 
actors  today  give  that  as  one  of  their 
secrets  of  success — that  they're  "liv- 
ing" every  character  they  play. 
Well,  look — Mae  Clarke  was  doing 
that  when  she  was  a  kid! 

Amateur  theatricals  came  next  in 
line.  Mae  was  a  soda-mixer  by  day. 
By  night,  she  was  acting  or  rehears- 
ing in  some  amateur  show.  Soda- 
jerking  was  all  right — but  life  began 
when  the  shop  closed  and  Mae  be- 
came an  actress. 

And  then  came  her  chance — a 
carnival  was  to  be  staged,  and  some- 
body was  to  be  queen — somebody 
who  would  sell  the  most  tickets.  Mae 
went  to  work.  She  knew  what  she 
wanted.  She  wanted  to  be  queen — 
not  just  for  the  sake  of  being  queen, 
but  because  it  was  a  part  she  could 
act,  you  see.  Of  course,  she  outsold 
all  the  other  contestants. 

Then  there  was  an  amateur  tryout. 
A  New  York  producer,  during  the 
carnival,  agreed  to  select  one  girl 
whom  he  would  give  a  job  in  one  of 
his  New  York  shows. 

Mae  Clarke  knew  what  she  wanted, 
again.  She  wanted  to  be  the  one  girl. 
So  the  queen  doffed  her  crown,  prac- 
ticed songs  and  hoofed  it  until  she 
was  so  tired  she  could  hardly  mix  a 
strawberry  sundae.  The  night  of  the 
tryout  everything  went  wrong.  The 
musicians  played  the  wrong  music 
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H  0  L  LY  H  0  0 

[  Reg.  U.  S.  Pat.  Off. ) 

You   Can't   Fool   A   Horse-Fly 

"Really,  I'm  not  in  the  mood  today,   Mr. 
Director.    My  Pekingese  is  indisposed" 

"Beggin'  your  pardon,  madame.    Shall 
we  dust  Mr.  Gable  this  morning?" 

"  —and  when  Jackie  Cooper  cries  it  just 
breaks  me  all  up" 

"And  then  again  -  maybe  it's  the  kind  of  malt  you  use" 


Movie  Thrills  You'll  Never  Forget 

"The  Front  Page."    A  scene  from  the  dashing  drama  of  newspaper 

life.    Mollie  comforts  the  newspapermen  and  soothes  their  frayed 

nerves  with  a  plate  of  her  famous  home-made  doughnuts 

"Uncle    Tom's    Cabin."      The    blood- 
hounds close  in  on  Little  Eliza  as  she 
flees  across  the  river,  leaping  from  cake 
of  ice  to  cake  of  ice 

"The  Champ."  Jackie 
Cooper  pleads  with 
Wallace  Beery  to 
come  out  from  under 
that  cloak  and  be  a 
man,  but  Wallace  is 
ashamed  because 
he's  just  gambled 
away  Jackie's  favor- 
ite canary 

"The  Great  Train 
Robbery."  A  scene 
in  the  waiting-room 
of  the  railroad  station 
just  before  the  sen- 
sational holdup 


"Engaged!     Of  course    not — 

eh, — we're  just  pals.     How  do 

these  rumors  get  around, 




"I  don't  want  us  to  move  to  Hollywood 
Marriages  don't  last  there" 


"Gee,    those    movie 

stunt  men  take  awful 



That  Stuff  Is  Out 

Paul  Lukas  is  a  nice 
Hungarian  boy  who 
got  all  confused  about 
this  hand  kissing 
business.  To  kiss  or 
not  to  kiss  was  Paul's 
problem,  but  you'll 
have  to  read  the  story 
to  find  out  what  he 
finally  decided 

Whenever  Lukas 
talked  to  cute  girls 
like  Dorothy  Jordan 
he  got  into  trouble. 
"American  ladies  are 
beautiful,"  he  says, 
"but  I  am  afraid  to 
look  at  them."  This  is 
just  a  still  from  "The 
Beloved  Bachelor" 

PAUL  LUKAS  is  bothered.  He  goes  around  the  lot  mutter- 
ing. Of  course,  a  boy's  best  friend  is  his  mutter.  But 
don't  hold  that  against  me.  This  is  serious  business — this 
case  of  Continental  manners  versus  American  romance. 
It  has  caused  our  Paul  a  few  sleepless  nights. 

Picture  him  as  he  was  when  he  first  came  to  this  country  from 
Hungary — handsome,  suave,  charming  and  as  European  as  a 
pair  of  white  spats.  He  had  been  on  the  stage  abroad  for  four- 
teen years. 

Imported  to  play  in  silents,  he  thought  his  career  was  at  an 
end  when  the  microphone  reared  its  ugly  head.  But,  instead, 
his  accent  proved  an  asset  and  the  girls  raved  about  him  in 
"The  Right  to  Love,"  "Anybody's  Woman,"  "Unfaithful," 
"The  Vice  Squad"  and  "Strictly  Dishonorable." 

That's  the  whole  trouble.  The  girls  went  mad  -about  him 
simply  because  he  bowed  from  the  waist,  tipped  his  hat  grandly 
and  paid  elaborate  compliments.    Here's  the  story. 

Just  a  few  weeks  after  he  and  his  wife  arrived  in  Hollywood 
he  was  invited  to  dinner  at  a  smart  beach  club.  One  of  the 
delightful  sequined  gowned  ladies,  whose  husband  was  present, 
danced  with  him.  When  the  music  ended  Paul  lightly  lifted  the 
right  hand  of  the  lady  to  his  lips  and  kissed  it.  It's  an  old 
Hungarian  custom  for  saying,  "  Thank  you,"  or  "You're  a  good 
kid,"  or  anything  like  that. 

Immediately  after  this  the  manager  of  the  club  appeared  and 
said  to  the  host  of  the  party,  "Now  I  don't  mind  your  guests 
having  their  affairs  but  they  mustn't  be  so  bold  about  it  at  my 
club.  See  that  there  is  no  more  of  that  hand  kissing  business  on 
this  floor." 

Paul  was  bewildered,  for  he  soon  found  that  this  distressing 
incident  was  the  beginning  of  a  series  of  episodes.  There  was  a 
pretty  extra  girl  on  the  lot  who  had  worked  in  a  number  of  his 
pictures.  Paul  met  her,  clicked  his  immaculate  heels  together, 
made  a  courtly  bow  and  gave  her  one  of  those  avid  European, 
ten-pound  looks.  The  next  day  she  re- 
galed the  studio  with  an  account  that  D..  T?mn  s>r>e  D/in  //-»r» 
Lukas  was  madly  in  love  with  her.               DJ     frunCeS     UeUlOTl 

Upon  another  occasion,  at  a  party,  Paul  was  presented  to  a 
charming  lady  (he  still  calls  'em  ladies),  the  wife  of  a  director. 
He  complimented  her  upon  her  gown  and  told  her  that  her  eyes 
were  lovely.  In  Europe  it  would  have  been  forgotten.  Not  so 
in  Hollywood.  The  next  day  the  lady's  husband  passed  Paul 
by  with  a  look  that  could  come  only  out  of  an  electric  refriger- 
ator. The  wife,  it  was  later  discovered,  had  taunted  her 
husband  by  telling  him  that  Paul  adored  her. 

IS  it  any  wonder  that  the  poor  man  sighs,  "These  American 
girls  are  the  most  beautiful  in  the  entire  v/orld — and  that 
includes  Vienna — but  I'm  afraid  to  so  much  as  look  at  them." 

Mrs.  Lukas  reacts  to  all  this  with  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders  and 
a  complaint  that  "American  men  are  lacking  in  courtesy."  She 
understands.  While  Paul  is  kissing  other  hands  she  feels  her 
own  manicure  is  all  for  nothing. 

Right  now  we  might  as  well  get  this  hand  kissing  business 
settled.  In  Europe,  where  the  quaint  custom  originated,  a 
gentleman  kisses  the  hands  of: 

Married  women, 

Elderly  unmarried  women, 

Women  who  have  achieved  fame, 

Or  any  women  to  whom  marked  respect  should  be  paid. 

The  young  girls  must  struggle  along  without  it  until  they 
marry  or  do  some  worthy  deed.  The  idea  seems  to  be — make 
a  success  and  get  your  hand  kissed. 

Paul  was  advised  that  his  nice  speeches  and  pretty  compli- 
ments got  him  the  reputation  of  flatterer.  So  he's  stopped  all 
that.    As  have  all  the  foreign  legion. 

Ivan  Lebedeff,  Ramon  Novarro,  Nils  Asther,  Jose  Mojica — 
they  suffered,  too,  when  they  first  arrived.  Ivan,  having 
learned  his  bitter  lesson,  has  only  five  or  six  women  on  his  hand 
kissing  list  and  he  settled  the  big  hat  tipping  problem  by  not 
wearing  one.  Mention  American  girls  to  any  of  these  men  and 
hear  them  sigh. 

That  accounts  for  cyclones  in  the 
Middle  West. 


"  I_TOYV'S  the  baby?"  asks  the  lad  from  gay  Paree.  And 
-*•  ^dynamite  Dietrich  replies,  "Ach!  Svell!  You  and  your 
missus  come  for  dinner  and  I  bake  somet'ing  nice,  yah?"  And 
that's  what  Marlene  and  Maurice  Chevalier  talk  about  when 
they  visit  each  other's  sets.    Or  maybe  they're  just  kidding  us 

Photoplay  Magazink  for  January,  1932 


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MARY  BOLAND,  who  looks  under  30,  declares  she  is  over  40 
years  old!  This  lovely  actress,  who  numbered  among  her 
early  Broadway  successes  such  hits  as  Strongheart,  starred 
last  season  in  The  Vinegar  Tree.   Still  radiantly  youthful  as 
this  recent  photograph  shows,  Mary  Boland  says:  "There's 
no  reason  nowadays  to  care  about  birthdays.   A  skin  aglow 
with  youth  never  fails  to  win  hearts!" 

Photoplay  Magazine  tor  January.  1932 





Famous  stage  beauty 

tells  now  you,  too,  may 

keep  Youthful  Allure 


DON'T  mind  admitting  it  in  the 
least,"  says  Mary  Boland,  beloved 
stage  star.    "I'm  over  forty  years  old! 

"There's  no  reason  nowadays  to  care 
about  birthdays.  Any  woman  who  really 
wants  to  can  keep  the  radiant  charm  of 
youth  right  through  the  years. 

"We  on  the  stage  have  proved  it.  Our 
thirties — forties — even  fifties! — have  no 
terrors  for  us. 

"There's  no  magic  about  it,  though. 
It's  just  a  matter  of  realizing  the  impor- 
tance of  complexion  care.  A  skin  radi- 
antly aglow  with  youth  has  irresistible 
appeal — never  fails  to  win  hearts! 

"For  years   I   have   used   Lux   Toilet 

Soap  to  keep  my  skin  youthful.  Its  lather 
is  so  gentle  and  soothing  and  it  does  leave 
one's  skin  remarkably  smooth." 

How  9  out  of  10  Screen  Stars 
guard  Complexion  Beauty 

Mary  Boland  is  only  one  of  countless,  per- 
petually youthful  stage  and  screen  stars 
who  use  fragrant  white  Lux  Toilet  Soap 
to  guard  complexion  beauty. 

In  Hollywood,  of  the  613  important 
screen  actresses  (including  all  stars)  605 
use  it  regularly.  It  is  the  official  soap  for 
dressing  rooms  in  all  the  great  film  studios. 

Surely  your  skin  should  have  this 
gentle,  luxurious  care! 









WALLACE  BEERY  and  Jackie  Cooper 
make  "The  Champ"  a  winner,  ac 
cording  to  the  Answer  Man's  mail 
"What  a  team!''  everyone  is  saying.  The 
actor  who  has  been  in  pictures  for  years  and 
the  little  chap  who  is  just  beginning  have  won 
the  hearts  of  the  movie  public.  "Tell  us  about 
Jackie,"  the  letters  ask.  Read  the  story  about 
him  in  this  issue,  but  here  are  some  facts  that 
the  story  doesn't  give. 

Jackie  was  born  in  Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Sept. 
15,  1923.  lie  is  51  inches  tall,  weighs  73 
pounds  and  has  blond  hair  and  hazel  eyes.  He 
enured  pictures  in  1928,  Incoming  one  of  the 
members  of  "Our  Gang."  He  also  did  a  small 
bit  in  the  "  Fox  Movietone  Follies"  and  "Sunny 
Side  Up." 

In  1930,  Paramount  borrowed  him  from  Hal 
Roach  for  the  lead  in  "Skippy."  That  picture 
made  Jackie.  Radio  Pictures  then  borrowed 
him  to  play  opposite  Richard  Dix  in  "Young 
Donovan's  Rid  "  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  saw 
great  possibilities  in  this  youngster  and  bought 
his  contract  from  Roach. 

"The  Champ"  is  his  first  picture  under  the 
new  contract.  His  next  will  be  "Limpy,"  a 
story  of  a  little  crippled  boy. 

Wallace  Beery's  first  screen  appearances 
were  in  Swedish  comedies.  Later  he  went  into 
feature  pictures  and  gave  many  fine  perform- 
ances. Some  of  his  latest  pictures  are  "The 
Big  House."  "Min  and  Bill,"  "The  Secret  Six" 
and  "The  Champ."  His  latest  is  "Hell 
Divers,"  with  Clark  Gable.  Wally  hails  from 
Kansas  City.  Mo.  He  is  6  feet  tall,  weighs  235 
pounds  and  has  light  brown  hair  and  dark 
brown  eyes.  He  was  on  the  stage  for  ten  years 
before  he  entered  pictures.  His  first  wife  was 
Gloria  Swanson.  Areta  Gillman  is  the  second 
Mrs.  Beety. 

Too  bad  Robert  Williams  didn't  live  to  know 
of  all  the  friends  he  had  won  by  his  fine  acting 
in  "Platinum  Blonde,"  the  last  picture  he 
made.  For  the  benefit  of  those  who  know  very 
little  about  Robert  and  are  writing  in  asking 
about  him.  here  is  a  short  biography. 

He  was  born  in  Morgantown.  X.  C.,  Sept.  15, 
1899.  When  he  was  ten  years  old  he  ran  away 
from  home  and  joined  a  tent  show.  Later  he 
was  with  a  Mississippi  showboat  company,  and 
then  appeared  in  stock.  Some  of  the  plays  he 
appeared  in  were  "Voice  in  the  Dark," 
"Jimmy's  Women."  "  Kyes  of  Youth,"  "The 
Trial  of  Mary  Dugan."  •'Friendly  Enemies" 
and  "Rebound." 

He  had  several  offers  to  go  into  pictures  but 
always  turned  them  down.  It  was  while  he  was 
rehearsing  for  "Oh  Promise  Me,"  a  stage  play, 
that  Pathe  asked  him  to  play  opposite  Ina 
Claire  in  "Rebound."  This  was  followed  by 
"The  Common  Law,"  "Devotion."  and 
"Platinum  Blonde."  He  was  rehearsing  for 
"Lady  With  a  Past"  opposite  Constance 
Bennett  when  he  was  stricken  with  an  acute 
attack  of  appendicitis  which  resulted  in  his 
death.  He  was  married  to  Xina  Penn,  stage 
actress,  and  had  a  ten-year-old  daughter  by  a 
former  marriage. 

Valektj  Rogers,  Columbus,  Ohio. — It's  ;1 
good  thing  for  me  that  you  ran  out  of  words  to 
describe  Clark  Gable  or  I  would  still  be  read- 
ing your  letter  Connie  Bennett  appeared  on 
our  March,  1931.  cover,  and  she  is  in  the 
gallery  this  month.  You  can  get  the  March 
issue  by  sending  25c  to  Photoplay,  919  X. 
Michigan  Ave.,  Chicago,  111.  Connie  i<  2(> 
years  old  and  was  born  in  Xew  York  City.  She 
is  5  feet,  4;  weighs  102  and  has  blonde  hair  and 

Read  This  Before  Asking  Questions 

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In  "The  Champ,"  Wallace  Beery 
plays  a  broken-down  prize-fighter 
who  stages  a  comeback.  Jackie 
Cooper  is  his  son.  Folks  loved  the 
picture  and  want  to  see  Jackie  and 
Wally  together  again 

blue  eyes.  Her  sister  Barbara,  who  is  Mrs 
Morton  Downey  in  private  life,  is  about  23 
years  old. 

Elva  Funk,  Moxticello,  III. — Hold  the 
fort,  Elva,  for  you  are  quite  right  in  your  argu- 
ment. It  was  Xorma  Shearer  who  played  the 
leading  feminine  role  in  "The  Trial  of  Mary 
Dugan."  Raymond  Hackett  was  the  lad  who 
took  the  part  of  her  brother  who  also  acted  as 
her  attorney  in  the  picture.  Glad  to  hear 
you're  one  of  my  regular  readers. 

B.  R.  Bowen,  Kaw,  Okla. — Glad  to  make 
your  acquaintance.  There  most  certainly  was  a 
picture  called  "Across  the  Pacific."  It  was 
directed  by  Roy  Del  Ruth  and  released  in  1926. 
Monte  Blue  played  the  role  of  the  soldier.  Jane 
Winton  was  the  heroine.  Myrna  Loy  the  native 
girl  and  Charles  Stevens  the  bad,  bold  rebel. 

Lucy,  Syracuse,  X.  Y. — I  agree  with  you, 
Lucy.     That  was  a  swell  dog  that  appeared 

with  Greta  Garbo  and  Clark  Gable  in  "Susan 
Lenox."  He  is  a  thoroughbred  police  dog  and 
is  called  "Major." 

Christine  Norgaard,  Valley  City.  X.  D 
— Whatsa  matter,  Chris?  Have  all  the  young 
heroes  gone  back  on  you?  Charles  Murray  has 
been  married  to  Boe  Hamilton  since  May, 
1911.  They  have  one  daughter.  Charlie  was 
born  in  Laurel,  Ind.,  June  22,  1872;  is  6  feet 
tall,  weighs  196  and  has  gray  hair  and  gray 
eyes.  George  O'Brien  is  still  single.  Imagine 
that!  Alice  Brady  deserted  the  screen  several 
years  ago.  She  is  divorced  from  James  Crane. 
Has  one  son  named  Donald.  Anna  May  Wong 
is  still  single. 

E.  M.  S.,  London,  Ont.,  Can. — I  get  quite 
a  thrill  out  of  answering  letters  to  my  friends  in 
Canada.  Glad  you  like  our  American  heroes. 
George  O'Brien  is  31  years  old,  stands  5  feet, 
1 1 ;  weighs  176  and  has  brown  hair  and  brown 
eyes.  Still  single,  too,  as  I  told  Christine.  Now 
I  suppose  it'll  be  a  race  between  you  girls. 
Lucille  Brown  was  the  young  lady  who  played 
with  George  in  "The  Last  of  the  Duanes."  His 
next  picture  will  be  "Rainbow  Trail,"  another 
Zane  Grey  thriller. 

Mrs.  S.  R.  Minor,  Moundsville,  W.  Y\. — 
Yes,  Gary  Cooper  was  the  leading  man  in 
"Lilac  Time."  Colleen  Moore  played  the  role 
of  the  French  girl  in  that  picture. 

Irene  Knopp  Tonawanda,  N.  Y. — What  a 
census  taker  you  turned  out  to  be.  Well,  here 
goes  for  the  birth  dates  and  places:  Joe  E. 
Brown  was  bom  in  Holgate,  Ohio,  July  28, 
1892;  Phillips  Holmes,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich.. 
July  22,  1909;  Buddy  Rogers,  Olathe,  Kan.. 
Aug.  13,  1904;  Jack  Oakie,  Sedalia,  Mo.,  Nov. 
12,  1903;  Lew  Ayres,  Minneapolis,  Minn.,  Dec. 
28,  1909;  Douglas  Fairbanks,  Jr.,  Xew  York 
City,  Dec.  9,  1907,  and  Joel  McCrea,  Los 
Angeles,  Calif.,  Nov.  3,  1905.  What  a  lot  of 
territory  they  cover,  Irene.  Phillips,  Buddy, 
Jack  and  Joel  are  still  fancy  free. 

Ruth  Torrey,  Worcester,  Mass. — Yes. 
Ruth,  there  really  are  two  William  Boyds.  The 
dark  one  came  to  the  talkies  from  the  stage  and 
the  blond  one,  now  known  as  Bill,  has  been  on 
the  screen  since  1921.  William  (stage)  Boyd's 
latest  picture  is  "The  Road  to  Reno."  Bill 
(screen)  Boyd's  next  will  be  "Suicide  Fleet." 
He  is  a  native  of  Cambridge,  Ohio,  and  is 
married  to  Dorothy  Sebastian.  The  William 
Boyd  who  appeared  in  the  picture  you  sent  me 
was  the  chap  from  the  stage. 

Marie  Kennrey,  Xecacnee,  Mich. — 
Harry  Carey  is  very  much  alive.  His  latest 
release  is  "  Bad  Company,"  with  Helen  Twelve- 
trees,  Ricardo  Cortez  and  John  Garrick. 
Colleen  Moore's  ex-husband,  John  McCormick, 
is  not  the  great  tenor  John  McCormack.  Xote 
the  difference  in  the  spelling  of  their  names. 

Biddy  Clark.  Xew  Orleans,  La. — Tom 
Mix  will  soon  ride  on  the  screen  in  a  grand 
thriller  called  "Destry  Rides  Again."  You're 
not  the  only  young  boy  who  will  be  tickled  to 
death  to  see  Tom  and  his  wonder  horse,  Tony, 
again  on  the  screen. 

Mrs.  Richard  Lederma,  Xew  Yorx  City. 
— Xorma  Talmadge's  first  talkie  was  "Xew 
York  Xights."  The  very  first  100  per  cent 
feature  length  talkie  to  be  released  was  "Lights 
of  Xew  York."  Cullen  Landis  and  Helene 
Costello  played  the  leads  and  it  was  released  in 
July.  1928. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 




c0i  c\ass- 

stead  o* 

can^;:_tetl0e        ^ 

Judge  by  results  alone 

Listerine  Tooth  Paste  has  passed  the  great- 
est test  that  can  be  put  to  a  dentifrice. 

Tried  by  more  than  2,000,000  American 
women,  the  most  critical  buyers  in  the 
world  when  beauty  and  health  are  involved, 
it  has  won  their  enthusiastic  acceptance. 
Old  favorites  at  a  high  price  have  been  dis- 
carded in  favor  of  the  new  one  at  25j5. 

In  order  to  win  such  approval,  Listerine 
Tooth  Paste  had  to  establish  gentleness  and 
absolute  safety  in  actual  use.  It  did  so  — 
on  millions  of  teeth  of  varying  degrees 
of  hardness — and  never  was  precious  en- 
amel harmed. 

It  had  to  show  quick  and  thorough 
cleansing.  Not  merely  front  and  back  of 
the  teeth,  but  between  them.  It  had  to  dis- 
close ability  to  remove  stains,  discolora- 
tion, and  unsightly  tartar,  quickly,  certain- 
ly. And  show  power  to  preserve  the  lovely 

natural  lustre  of  sound  beautiful  teeth. 
Millions  now  comment  on  how  ably  it 
performs  these  tasks. 

The  fact  that  Listerine  Tooth  Paste  sells 
for  25c  the  large  tube,  effecting  an  average 
saving  of  $3  per  year  per  person  over  tooth 
pastes  in  the  50(£  class,  is  another  point 
worth  remembering. 

Get  a  tube  of  Listerine  Tooth  Paste  to- 
day. Use  it  a  month.  Judge  it  by  results 
only.  Lambert  Pharmacal  Company,  St. 
Louis,  Mo.,  U.  S.  A. 

THE     QUALITY     TOOTH      PASTE      AT      A      COMMON      SENSE      PRICE 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 


John  Gilbert  and  Lupe  Velez  arriving  back  from  Europe  on  the  same  boat. 
When  reporters  and  photographers  cornered  them,  John  said,  "I  have 
nothing  to  say.  My  divorce  from  Ina  Claire  is  not  final."  And  Lupe  was 
quite  reticent— for  her.  She  only  said,  "Oh,  I  think  Mr.  Gilbert  is  a 
marvelous  person" 

isn't  a  romance  Evalyn  Knapp  and  Donald 
Cook  are  stepping  out  together.  .  .  .  Irene 
Rich  has  a  divorce  from  her  husband,  David 
Blankenhorn  .  .  .  Close  friends  knew  it  was 
going  to  happen  months  ago.  .  .  .  Ricardo 
Cortez  says  there's  no  serious  romance  be- 
tween him  and  Loretta  Young  .  .  .  Loretta 
still  goes  around  with  Mervyn  LeRoy,  who 
used  to  take  Ginger  Rogers  everywhere  .  .  . 
Figure  that  out,  I'm  dizzy.  .  .  .  Mary  Brian 
went  to  a  theater  opening  with  Ken  Murray, 
the  vaudevillian.  .  .  .  And  now  there's  a 
chance  the  two  might  become  a  professional 
(not  a  personal)  team.  .  .  .  Irene  Dunne's 
telephone  bill  is  over  $700  a  month  .  .  . 
That's  long  distance  toll  charges  when  she 
talks  to  her  husband.  .  .  .  When  Claudette 
Colbert  was  in  Hollywood  hubby  Norman 
Foster  wasn't  out  of  her  sight  .  .  .  That's  to 
spike  divorce  rumors. 

T  OOKS  as  if  the  Mae  Clarke-John  McCor- 
mick  love  affair  might  play  a  return  en- 
gagement. .  .  .  Tom  Moore,  the  divorced 
husband  of  Alice  Joyce,  married  a  girl  named 
Eleanor  Merry. 

T  AWRENCE  TIBBETT'S  been  singing  love 
songs  to  a  San  Francisco  girl  who  has  gone 
to  Reno  for  something'or  other.  .  .  .  Xot  long 
after  Walter  Huston's  divorce  was  secured  he 
married  a  stage  actress,  Nan  Sunderland.  .  .  . 
Lupe  Velez  is  still  wearing  that  wedding  ring 
she  says  she  bought  herself.  .  .  .  Director 
William  Wellman  and  Marjorie  Crawford  are 
whispering  those  old  sweet  nothings.  . . .  Over  in 
Paris  they're  saying  Ronald  Colman  is  finally 
going  to  get  that  divorce  from  Thelma  Ray. 
They  have  been  separated  since  1926. 

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T\  THEN  "  Frankenstein,"  Universale  horror 
W  picture,  was  previewed  at  Santa  Barbara, 
women  screamed,  strong  men  cowered  and 
little  children  fainted.  The  theater  was  in  the 
grip  of  terror. 

One  man  telephoned  the  theater  later  and 
said  he  was  going  to  file  suit  because  of  in- 
juries to  his  wife,  his  child  and  himself.  He 
claimed  their  nerves  were  shattered. 

Another  man  called  the  manager  regularly 
every  live  minutes,  to  say  "I  can't  sleep  be- 
cause of  that  picture  and  you  aren't  going  to 
either.  You  showed  it  and  I  am  going  to  see 
that  you  are  as  restless  as  I  am." 

As  a  result,  the  picture  has  been  cut  to  be 
less  frightening. 

An  announcement  will  be  run  before  it 
unfolds  asking  those  who  do  not  like  gruesome 
pictures  to  leave  the  theater! 

'TPHE  studio  wanted  somebody  to 
-*■  play  the  roles  of  Leila  Hyams' 
mother  and  father  in  a  picture. 
Leila's  own  mother  and  father,  who 
are  the  Hyams  and  Mclntyre  vaude- 
ville team,  applied  for  the  job.  But 
the  casting  director  said  they  weren't 
the  type. 

OHECK-UPS  on  the  Love  Situation:  David 
^Manners  takes  Rose  Hohart  to  all  the  best 
places \nd   although    they   insist   there 


It's  been  a  long  time  since  we've  seen  one  of  these  old-fashioned  photos  of 

a  star  arriving  at  work  in  her  swanky,  big  automobile.    It  has  also  been  a 

long  time  since  we've  seen  such  a  display  of  aigrettes  as  Marlene  Dietrich 

affects  as  she  goes  to  the  factory  in  her  Rolls-Royce 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


"What!  Can  such  Skin  Loveli- 
ness be  had  for  less  than  a 





amazes  fifteen 
famous  physicians.  And  thrills 
the    women    of    fourteen    cities! 

Maybe  you've  already  read  about  the  Nation- 
wide Beauty  Clinic.  How  15  dermatologists, 
|  in  14  cities,  tested  the  leading  soaps,  creams 
and  lotions  on  the  faces  of  their  women 

But  do  you   know  the  two  vital  facts  this 
]    clinic  disclosed? 

[1]  That  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap  secured  a 
higher  scientific  rating  than  any  other  beauty 

I    [2]  That  Woodbury's  proved  the  least  expen- 
sive of  all  accepted  complexion  treatments? 

For  a  whole  month,  612  women  cleansed  the 
left  side  of  their  faces  with  any  soap,  cream 
or  liquid  of  their  choice.  But  on  the  right  side 
of  the  face  they  used  only  the  creamy  lather 
of  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap. 

While  most  of  the  physicians  have  recom- 
mended it  for  years  as  the  finest  of  all  daily 
skin  cleansers  ...  for  both  the  normal  and 
the  supersensitive  skin  .  .  .  even  they  were 
surprised  at  the  magnitude  of  Woodbury's 
victory!  Even  they  marveled  that  in  over 
79%  of  the  cases,  the  Woodbury-treated  skin 
showed  a  marked  improvement  over  the  skin 
treated  with  other  and  costlier  preparations! 

Some  women  are  either  foolishly  frugal  or 
wantonly  extravagant  in  the  prices  they  pay 
for  complexion  aids.  Either  they  buy  ordi- 
nary toilet  soaps  of  no  dermatological  value; 
or  expensive  creams  and  liquids,  whose  chief 
recommendation  is  a  nice  odor. 

Woodbury's  cannot  be  judged  merely  as  a 
toilet  soap.  For  it  is  really  a  scientific  beauty 
formula  in  cake  form.  At  25^,  it  affords  you 
35  complete  daily  facial  treatments.  No 
other  beauty  method  is  so  economical  ...  or 
so  effective. 

With  these  findings  of  Science  before  you  . . . 
won't  you  at  least  try  the  "Woodbury  Way 
to  Skin  Loveliness"  on  your  face?  Woodbury's 
Facial  Soap  may  be  obtained  at  all  drug  stores 
and  toilet  goods  counters. 

lOT     JUST     A      SOAP     .    . 

A     SCI  tNTlFIC 
IN      CAKE      FORM 

John  H.  Woodbury,  Inc.,  813  Alfred  Street,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 
In  Canada,  John  H.  Woodbury,  Ltd.,  Perth,  Ontario 
I  would  like  advice  on  viy  skin  condition  as  checked,  also  week- 
end kit  containing  generous  samples  of  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap, 
Woodbury's  Cold  Cream,  Facial  Cream  and  Facial  Powder. 
Also  copy  of  "Index  to  Loveliness."  For  this  I  enclose  io£. 
Oily  Skin    O  Coarse  Pores  O  Blackheads    O 

Dry  Skin    O  Wrinkles  O  Sallow  Skin   O 

Flabby  Skin  O  Pimples  O 

Na  vie 


1  r932,  John  H.  Woodbury.  Inc. 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 


VERY  few  people  know  that  Marie  Dres- 
sk-r's  great  affection  for  humanity  is  the 
expression  of  a  hungering  and  defeated  mother 
love.  Marie  once  had  a  baby  K'rl  of  her  own. 
The  baby  died  a  few  hours  after  it  was  born  and 
Marie  has  never  quite  reconciled  herself  to  the 
loss.  Marie  seldom  speaks  about  it  and  the 
studio  does  not  want  it  to  be  known. 

\  /fARIK  has  received  hundreds  and  hun- 
•"■•■drcds  of  letters  from  people  who  read  a 
story  about  her  in  the  September  issue  of 
PHOTOPLAY  called  "Don't  Expect  Too  Much" 
in  which  she  explained  her  philosophy  of  life. 
All  the  letters   have  told  her  that  she's  given 

the  writers  courage.  And  Marie  is  all  smiles 
and  just  that  pleased. 

TVAN  LEBEDEFF  and  monocle  are  to  be 
-^seen  stepping  out  with  Irene  Dunne  .  .  . 
Irene's  husband  asked  Ivan  to  keep  Irene  from 
getting  lonely.  .  .  .  That  noise  you  hear  is 
the  flutter  of  stork's  wings  over  Bessie  Love's 
house.  .  .  .  Sidney  Fox  danced  with  Eddie 
Buzzell  just  once  and  that's  how  the  rumor  of 
their  engagement  started.  Matter  of  fact, 
Sidney's  heart  belongs  to  another.  .  .  .  Peggy 
Shannon  has  a  perfectly  good  husband  named 
Allen  Davis.  They  were  married  for  two  years 
but  Hollywood  didn't  know  about  it. 

"All  ashore,"  cried  the  stewards  of  the  Europa,  and  Douglas  escorted  Mary 

back  to  the  pier  while  he  and  his  party,  including  Lewis  Milestone,  director 

of  "All  Quiet  on  the  Western  Front"  and  "The  Front  Page,"  set  out  to  make 

the  second  of  his  travel  pictures  in  Europe  and  Central  Asia 

A  SCENE  in  one  of  Wally  Beery's  pictures 
■*  *■  called  for  some  trick  stunt  for  which  a 
double  was  needed. 

But  where  to  find  a  human  replica  of  the 
235-pound,  rubber-faced  actor? 

Casting  directors  bit  their  fingernails  and 
jumped  up  and  down  on  their  hats.  And  then 
— oh,  happy  days! — a  producer  visited  the 
Los  Angeles  jail.  He  saw  a  man  who  would  do 
perfectly  as  a  double. 

"What's  he  in  for?"  he  asked  excitedly. 

"He's  been  impersonating  Wallace  Been." 
answered  the  jailer. 

A  PUBLICITY  man  stepped  up  to 
•**•  Constance  Bennett  as  she  ar- 
rived at  a  recent  opening  and  asked 
her  if  she  would  speak  a  few  words 
over  the  radio. 

"No!"  she  answered  briefly. 

"Good!"  the  publicity  man  an- 
swered as  briefly. 

Connie  Bennett  looked  annoyed. 
She  likes  to  be  coaxed! 

T  ITTLE    girls    who    want    to    make    good 

shouldn't  argue  with  big  directors — not 
even  if  they  think  the  big  directors  are  wrong. 

When  The  Great  Lubitsch  was  looking  for  a 
girl  to  play  the  lead  in  "The  Man  I  Killed," 
he  made  a  test  of  Karen  Morley,  a  brigh,  new- 
comer. He  gave  her  the  biggest  scene  in  the 
story  to  do  and  told  her  how  he  wanted  it 

"But,  Mr.  Lubitsch,  I  don't  believe  that 
would  be  the  girl's  reaction." 

Lubitsch  carefully  explained  that  the  story 
made  such  a  reaction  possible.  "You  see. 
Miss  Morley,  you  haven't  read  all  of  the 

"No,"  said  Karen,  "but  I  know  what  girls 
really  do." 

And  that,  gentle  Annie,  is  the  way  she  talked 
herself  out  of  a  grand  part. 

/CONSTANCE  BEXXETT  had  accepted  an 
^-"'invitation  to  attend  one  of  those  semi- 
public  luncheons  to  be  held  in  downtown  Los 

On  the  afternoon  before  the  luncheon,  the 
director  said  she  could  not  leave  work. 

Pathe  telephoned  Ann  Harding  and  asked 
her  if  she  would  take  Constance's  place. 

They  told  her  frankly  that  she  was  second 

Ann  said: 

"Well  what  does  that  matter!  Of  course, 
I'll  be  glad  to  go  and  help  out." 

You  have  to  know  your  Hollywood  to  realize 
just  how  rare  a  thing  it  is  for  one  star  to  be 
willing  to  play  second  fiddle  to  another. 

D  LZA  ROYCE,  the  former  Mrs.  Josef  Yon 
-^-Sternberg,  was  raving  about  the  splendid 
performance  Helen  Hayes  gave  in  "The  Sin 
of  Madelon  Claudet." 

"Such  acting!  And  no  wonder,  she  comes 
from  the  stage!  All  Bollywood  actresses  can  do 
is  to  show  their  legs!" 

Marlene  Dietrich  is  the  Hollywood  actress 
most  famed  for  her  legs  and  Mrs.  Yon  Stern- 
berg is  suing  the  owner  of  those  legs  for  aliena- 
tion of  affection. 

Kitty!   Kitty! 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

takes  trying 

BUT   MAN!   IT'S  WORTH    IT! 



The  grandest  fling  in  all 
tobacco-enjoyment!  .  .  . 


Here  it  is  .  .  .  in  3  steps: 

X  Try  one  Spud.  Don't  stop  .  .  . 
simply  because  such  cooly- coolness 
is  a  new  one  on  you. 

2    Try  one  pack  of  Spuds.    Don't 

stop  .  .  .  simply    because    you're 
hardened  to  instant  tobacco  kick. 

3  Try  one  week  of  Spuds.  Watch 
that  noticeably  cool  taste  disappear. 
Watch  the  tobacco  taste  get  keener 
and  keener.  And,  notice,  how  fresh, 
how  clean,  hoiv  all-around  swell  your 
mouth  begins  to  feel. 

That's  it .  .  .  mouth-happiness  .  .  . 
the  grand,  new  freedom  in  old- 
fashioned  tobacco  enjoyment. 



20   FOR   20c   (U.    S.)...20   FOR   30c   (CANADA) 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 


SOME  years  ago  a  Hollywood  writer  secured 
some  snapshots  that  Rudolph  Valentino  had 
taken  of  I'ola  Negri  and  showed  them  to  I'ola. 
The  star  almost  fainted  when  she  saw  them, 
"Ob,  what  tender  memories  they  bring,"  she 
murmured.  "Rudy  and  I  were  so  happy  that 
day  when  we  set  out  for  Catalina.  The  sun 
was  shining,  the  sea  was  like  glass.  We  had  a 
glorious  time.  Before  we  knew  it,  night  was 
coming  on.  You  know  how  it  is  with  people  in 
love.  Time  simply  flies." 

I'ola  then  told  of  a  storm  that  came  up  as 
they  were  on  Rudy's  yacht  and  how  they  were 
both  almost  drowned,  adding,  "The  day  that 
had  begun  so  beautifully  almost  ended  in 
disaster.  I  knew  it  was  an  evil  omen  and 
begged  Rudy  not  to  go  to  New  York.  But  he 
went,  as  he  had  planned  to  do,  and  I  never 
saw  him  alive  again. 

"Unless  you  have  lost  someone  you  love, 
you  cannot  know  how  terrible  it  is.  It  leaves  a 
void,  a  space  that  must  always  be  empty. 
Love  is  like  that,  you  cannot  replace  it." 

The  writer  was  entranced  with  all  this  and 
dashed  home  to  write  the  story.  She  had  just 
finished  it  when  the  afternoon  papers  arrived. 
The  headlines  read,  "Pola  Negri  Leaves  for 
France  to  Wed  Prince  Mdivani." 

Love  is  like  that. 

THEY  asked  Clark  Gable  point- 
blank,  in  an  interview  the  other 
day:  Are  you  naturally  affectionate? 
To  which  all  he'd  reply  was :  "Well, 
I  like  feminine  companionship." 

TLJELEN  HAYES— and  you'll  be  hearing 
*■  "Tnore  and  more  and  more  of  her — went  to 
see  her  picture  "The  Sin  of  Madelon  Claudet"' 
when  it  was  playing  on  Broadway.  It  was  the 
first  time  she'd  seen  it  and  she  was  being 
critical  of  her  own  work,  wishing  she'd  done 
that  scene  another  way,  knowing  she  could 
have  gotten  more  out  of  that  one,  when  sud- 
denly she  became  conscious  of  stifled  sobbing. 
She  looked  up  to  see  seated  next  to  her  a  large 
man  with  tears  running  down  his  cheeks.  He 
looked  at  Helen  and,  not  recognizing  her,  saw- 
only  that  her  face  was  tearless. 

In  quite  a  pet  he  said,  "Haven't  you  any 
heart?  How  can  you  sit  here  and  look  at  this 
picture  without  crying?" 

XTARIETY  says  it  actually  hap- 
"  pened. 
In  a  Pittsburgh  neighborhood 
movie  house  the  film  showed  a  chem- 
ist working  in  his  laboratory  with 
test  tubes,  bottles,  etc.  Suddenly  a 
kid  in  the  audience  shouted  out: 
"Lookee,  mom,  that's  just  like  daddy 
making  beer!" 

T_JERE'S  an  elegant  story  they're  telling 
■*■  -*-along  Boul'  Hollywood.  Seems  that  one 
of  the  reasons  that  caused  Ina  Claire  and  Jack 
Gilbert  to  play  the  big  divorce  scene  was  that 
Ina  insisted  upon  rearranging  all  of  Jack's 
rooms.  She'd  not  been  living  three  days  at  his 
house  before  she  was  adding  on  wings,  moving 
furniture  and  getting  new  rugs.     Jack  didn't 

like  that.  He'd  Used  in  that  house  for  a  long 
time  and  it  suited  him  right  down  to  the 

They  were  divorced,  but  lately,  before  Jack 
went  to  Europe,  they've  been  seeing  each 
other  at  parties  and  are  friendly  again.  One 
afternoon  Jack  invited  Ina  to  his  Malibu 
house  for  tea.  Ina  walked  into  the  living  room 
and  said,  "Oh,  what  a  sweet  place,  Jack,  but 
don't  you  think  it  would  be  more  attractive  if 
this  chair  were  over  here  by  the  window  and  if 
those  drapes  were  held  back  like  this?" 

"No,  I  don't,"  said  Jack  with  one  of  those 
grim  and  determined  frowns  on  the  Gilbert 
brow,  "and,  hereafter,  we'll  have  tea  at 

"D  IGHT  after  Leatrice  Joy  was  married  to 
■'-MYilliam  Spencer  Hook,  one  of  those  Los 
Angeles  bluebloods,  she  dashed  to  the  nearest 
postoffice  and  mailed  her  orchid  bridal  bouquet 
to  her  ten-year-old  daughter,  Barbara.  Jack 
Gilbert  is  her  father,  you  know.  Later  Barbara 
said  quaintly,  "I  could  hardly  keep  the  tears 
back  when  I  opened  mother's  wedding  bou- 

Only  the  Conrad  Nagels  and  a  man  friend 
of  the  groom  were  present. 

Leatrice  says  she  has  no  further  interest  in 
pictures  now,  as  she  means  to  give  all  her  time 
to  being  a  wife  and  mother.  Immediately  she 
has  two  or  three  picture  offers.  They  are  living 
in  the  old  family  residence  of  the  Hooks  on 
Sixth  Street. 

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It  takes  something 
pretty  good  to  give 
the  prop  boys,  elec- 
tricians and  camera- 
men a  thrill,  but  re- 
gard the  rapt  gazes 
that  Dolores  Del  Rio 
inspires  when  she 
dashes  off  a  fancy 
rhumba  for  her  new 
picture,  "The  Dove." 
Get  the  position  of 
the  two  cameras.  One 
photographs  the  Del 
Rio  face  and  the 
other  picks  up  the 
feet.  Director  Her- 
bert Brenon  stands 
by  in  order  to  guide 
the  foot  work 



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Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 



The  most  beautiful  Hollywood  romance  of  the  month!  Francis  A.  Gudger 
loved  Marjorie  Rambeau  long  before  the  theater-going  public  did.  But 
her  family  insisted  on  her  career.  She  married  a  couple  of  times.  He 
married  once.  And  suddenly  (she  is  39  and  he  54)  they  eloped  like  a 
pair  of  high  school  kids  to  Yuma,  Arizona,  and  vowed  they'll  never  be 
separated  again.    Marjorie  is  through  with  pictures,  she  says 

/TVROLE  LOMBARD  says  she  won't  be 
^-''knitting  any  tiny  garments  until  her 
career  is  finished.  And  Paramount  demands 
her  services  for  four  more  years.  .  .  .  Chic 
Sale  was  playing  old  men  character  roles  be- 
fore he  was  shaving.  .  .  .  Fifi  Dorsay  says 
that  Boston  didn't  like  her  Hollywood  wiggle. 
.  .  .  Perc  (make-up-man)  Westmore  has  cre- 
ated gold  eyelash  paint.  He  says  it's  to  be 
worn  with  evening  clothes.  .  .  .  The  boys  who 
draw  the  eyelashes  on  Mickey  Mouse  get 
S20  a  week.  .  .  .  Joan  Crawford  and  Mrs. 
Clark  Cable  arc  intimate  friends.  .  .  .  Little 
Maria  Dietrich  stays  on  the  set  all  day  long 
while  her  famous  mamma  Marlene  is  at  work. 
.  .  .  Linda  Watkins  greets  her  friends  by 
shouting,  "Whoopee,  Hollywood!"  Which  is 
a  little  crazy  but  it  gets  a  laugh.  .  .  .  Russell 
Gleason  and  Papa  Jimmy  pass  the  collection 
plate  at  a  Beverly  Hills  church  .  .  .  They  vie 
with  each  other  about  who  can  collect  the 
most  money. 

VWIIKX  Clark  Gable  walks  into  the  studio 

*^  lunchroom  all  the  boys  and  girls  "who 

knew  him  when"  rush  to  him,  pat  him  on  the 


back  and  say,  "Clark,  old  boy,  old  boy,  we 
always  knew  you  could  do  it." 

But  they  didn't.  They  used  to  think  he 
was  a  ham  actor. 

And  Clark  knows  that  the  minute  he  makes 
a  couple  of  no-good  pictures  and  the  dimples 
don't  flourish,  his  fair  weather  friends  will  be 
colder  than  dead  love. 

/^LARK  used  to  wear  a  beret  a  lot  a  few 
^-^ weeks  ago.    Now  he  wears  a  felt  hat;   his 
valet  has  the  ex-Gable  beret. 
Reason:  too  much  kidding. 

■pvIRECTOR  "Trader  Horn"  Van 
-1-^Dyke  was  telling  a  friend  that  in 
Africa  wives  can  be  bought  for  a 

"Well,  a  good  wife  is  worth  a  dol- 
lar," answered  the  friend. 

JACKIE  COOPER'S  grandest  possession  at 
•'present  is  what  every  boy  dreams  of — a 
pocket  knife. 

But  it's  not  an  ordinary  knife.  Besides  a 
blade,    it    has    a    screwdriver,    a    corkscrew 

(imagine,  for  Jackie!),  a    tiny   saw,   an  awl, 
and  a  few  other  gadgets  in  it. 

It  was  a  gift  from  Wally  Beery,  after  he  and 
Jackie  had  finished  "The  Champ"  together. 

CHE  was  one  of  those  ga-ga  sim- 
w-'pering  little  ingenues  and  she  was 
going  to  repeat  that  formula  which 
she  had  used  at  every  theater  open- 
ing in  spite  of  supervisors  and  unre- 
newed contracts.  "Oh,  this  is  a 
lovely  opening,"  she  gushed  into  the 
microphone.  "I  wish  my  mother  were 

"Then  why  didn't  you  bring  her?" 
a  newsboy  yelled  out. 

SAYS  Florabel  Muir  in  The  Hollywood 

"Paramount  daily  routine  offers  no  bigger 
moment  these  days  than  that  solemn  one 
which  marks  the  arrival  of  Josef  Von  Stern- 
berg and  Marlene  Dietrich  for  luncheon  each 
day.  In  dignified  stride,  looking  neither  to  the 
right  nor  to  the  left,  recognizing  no  one,  bow- 
ing and  speaking  not  in  the  least,  these  twain 
make  of  the  luncheon  ritual  a  sort  of  unsched- 
uled personal  appearance  among  mortals. 
Recently  there  was  Use  majcslc  committed 
though  doubtless  Joe  and  Marlene  haven't 
heard  about  it  yet. 

"Happened  that  young  Robert  Coogan  was 
having  luncheon  with  his  mother  at  the  time 
the  grand  entrance  was  made.  Robert  is  a 
serious  kid  and  never  says  anything  he  doesn't 

"Perceiving  Joe  stride  in  leaning  on  a 
stick  he  turned  to  his  mother  and  said:  'Look, 
mother,  that's  Harpo  Marx.'" 


They're  back  again — the  Pickford 
curls.  Tnie,  they're  not  as  long  as 
they  once  were  but  they're  curls  just 
the  same.  And  here's  a  little  secret, 
but  don't  tell  anybody  we  told. 
Mary's  given  up  screen  sophistication 
and  is  looking  for  a  story  in  which  she 
can  play  another  kid  part.  That's  the 
real  reason  she's  letting  her  hair  grow 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


STRANGEST  of  all  the  friendships  in  Holly- 
wood is  that  of  Marlene  Dietrich  and  Anna 
May  Wong.  The  two  met  years  ago  in  Berlin. 
They're  the  most  striking  pair  at  the  studio 
when  they  stroll  into  the  restaurant — Marlene, 
blonde  and  Prussian,  in  a  sky-blue  flowered 
dressing  gown;  Anna  May,  dark  and  Oriental 
in  a  lacquer  red  Chinese  robe. 

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This,  girls,  is  one  of  those  informal- 
formal  affairs  that  you  wear  from  five 
o'clock  on.  Jet  sequins  form  a  glitter- 
ing costume  for  Tallulah  Bankhead  in 
her  new  picture,  "The  Cheat."  Even 
her  jaunty  cap  gleams,  giving  the 
whole  outfit  the  look  of  medieval 
chain-mail.  The  blouse  is  white  satin 
belted  with  green  and  jet  beading 

Together  after  ten  years.     It  seemed  like  old  times  to  both  until — 


Lorn  has  done  very  well/'  she  said  .  .  . 

but  her  hands  told 

a  different  story 

It  happened  just  about  the  middle 
of  luncheon.  Frances,  smiling  and 
charming,  in  lovely  Paris  clothes, 
Millie,  talking  with  gay  animation. 

"And  Tom  has  done  awfully 
well,"  Millie  was  saying.  "He's 
manager  of  the  new  factory — " 

Just  then  Frances'  eyes  fell  to 
Millie's  hand  resting  on  the  white 
tablecloth.  It  was  just  a  fleeting 
glance.  But  Millie  noticed.  Her 
voice  died  away  as  she  looked  at 
her  own  hands.  How  red  they  were. 
How  rough.  How  scrubby-looking. 
They  didn  't  look  like  the  hands  of  a 
successful  man 's  wife. 



99%M%  PURE 

THE  BUSIEST  HANDS  can  stay  as 
smooth  and  white  as  hands  that 
never  work. 

Ivory  Soap  will  wash  dishes, 
clean  your  woodwork,  wash  your 
curtains  quickly  and  well.  And 
Ivory  will  protect  your  hands.  It 
will  keep  the  cuticle  soft  and  even. 
It  will  keep  your  skin  smooth.  It 
won't  spoil  your  manicure  like 
strong  soaps.  Just  try  Ivory  for 
every  soap-and-water  task  for  one 
week  —  your  hands  will  tell  the 
world  a  pleasant  story. 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 

[  CONTENDED  FROM  PA(,1    <H 

Hey,  Ben  Lyon,  what's  this?  Another 
Hollywood  scandal?  Nope,  nothing 
Like  that.  Director  Herbert  Brenon 
was  so  glad  to  see  Bebe  Daniels  up 
and  around  again  after  Barbara's 
birth  that  he  had  to  give  her  a  great 
big  kiss.  Incidentally  Bebe  has  let 
her  hair  go  back  to  its  real  blackness 

Y\  THEN"  Sidney  Fox  first  came  to  Hollywood 
**  they  told  her  she  had  to  impress  the  vil- 
lage boys  and  girls,  so  in  her  fashionable 
apartment-hotel,  she  installed  a  maid,  a  secre- 
tary, a  cook  and  a  chauffeur.  All  those  servants 
got  tangled  up  in  her  shoe  laces.  And,  besides, 
Sid  was  sick  of  it.  She  began  doling  out 
notices  like  a  politician  doling  out  platitudes. 
Today,  she  has  a  cook  who  also  acts  as  per- 
sonal maid  and  a  chauffeur.  She  can't  drive  a 
car.  She  takes  care  of  everything  else,  her- 
self, including  her  fan  mail  and  the  household 

"That  swank  stuff  they  made  me  put  on  is 
just  a  lot  of  bunk,"  she  says. 

A  ND  if  you  don't  think  it's  the  box- 
■**-ofnce  that  decides  the  fate  of  the 
stars  you  should  be  made  to  stand  in 
the  corner  for  an  hour. 

Sidney  Fox's  option  was  up  at  mid- 
night. They  showed  "Strictly  Dis- 
honorable" that  evening  as  a  pre- 
view. The  executives  sat  back  and 
saw  how  the  audience  accepted  the 
picture.  When  Sidney  went  over 
big,  they  rushed  to  sign  her  before 
the  zero  hour. 

TT  was  sort  of  funny  that  nobody  but  Photo- 
■-PLAY  got  wise  to  the  fact  that  Mary  Astor 
and  Dr.  Franklyn  Thorpe  were  secretly  mar- 
ried, for  every  morning  between  seven  and 
seven-thirty  Hollywood  could  have  seen  them 
playing  a  strenuous  game  of  handball.  And 
oh,  those  grand  arguments  they  had  about  the 

game!  You  remember  that  Thorpe  was  Mary's 
doctor  when  she  collapsed  after  the  death  of 
her  husband.  And  he's  still  her  doctor.  The 
handball  games  are  part  of  his  treatment  to 
see  that  she  keeps  fit. 

TTOLLYWOOD  gives  three  cheers  and  a 
■*■  -^rousing  ti^er  for  Clara  Bow.  The  redhead 
has  completely  changed — there's  hardly  a 
spark  left  in  the  Brooklyn  bonfire.  In  plain 
words  Clara's  gotten  some  sense  in  her  head. 

Listen  to  this.  Feeling  herself  perfectly  fit, 
she  decided  she'd  go  to  New  York  before 
starting  work  on  her  picture,  to  see  some  shows. 
Immediately  reporters  started  asking  her 
questions.  "Had  she  and  Rex  Bell  split?'' 
"Wasn't  it  true  she  was  going  to  New  York 
to  see  Harry  Richman?"  "Would  she  make  a 
lot  of  whoopee  in  the  big  city?" 

Clara  knew  that  whatever  she  did  would  be 
turned  into  page  one  headlines,  so  she  got  off 
the  train  at  Gallup,  New  Mexico,  and  re- 
turned to  the  ranch. 

Incidentally,  she's  begun  construction  on  a 
$20,000  bungalow  on  the  Bell  ranch  and  she's 
going  to  live  there  between  pictures. 

V\  THEN  Clara  returned  to  Hollywood  for  a 
***  few   days   recently,    she   said,    "I   don't 
want  to  talk  to  anyone  or  give  out  any  state- 
ments   until    I    actually   get    back    to    work. 

I  want  what  I  do,  not  what  I  say,  to  speak 
fcr  me." 

spins  a  good  story  about  Hal 

While  the  actor  was  in  London  he 
attended  church  and  there  saw  a  man 
whose  face  was  most  familiar  to  him. 
When  the  services  were  over  Hal 
went  up  to  him  and  said,  "Don't  I 
know  you?"     . 

"No,  but  I  know  you.  You're  Hal 
Skelly  and  I've  seen  you  in  films." 

"And  you?"  asked  Hal. 

"Well,  I  used  to  be  the  King  of 

'""THE  guest  house  being  built  at  Pickfair  to 
■*-  house  visiting  royalty  and  such  will  cost 
$15,000.  .  .  .  The  Ontario  censors  didn't  like 
"Susan  Lenox"  so  the  lads  and  lassies  of  La 
Belle  Canada  won't  get  to  see  Garbo  and 
Gable  emote.  .  .  .  Tom  Mix  arrived  in  Holly- 
wood with  thirty  trunks  and  eighteen  horses. 
.  .  .  Gertrude  Astor  and  Vivian  Duncan  met 
at  court  in  a  rumpus  about  house  rent  that 
Gertie  said  Vivian  didn't  pay.  .  .  .  Jeanette 
MacDonald  returned  to  Hollywood  from 
Europe  with  an  enormous  sheepdog  and  a 
tiny   kitten.  .  .  .  Jack    Oakie    wears   his   in- 

Here's  a  great  lad,  and  a  girl  who  is  mighty  proud  of  Hollywood's  finest 
toastmaster  and  after-dinner  speaker  and  the  mainspring  of  all  the  charit- 
able activities  of  the  picture  colony.     Mr.  and  Mrs.   *ain't  she  pretty?) 
Conrad  Nagel,  arriving  at  the  Hollywood  opening  of  "The  Champ" 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

evitable  sweat  shirt  under  his  Tuxedo  coat. 
...  In  London,  Jack  Gilbert  said  that  after 
seventeen  years  in  pictures  he  was  ready  to 
quit.  .  .  . 

r^LIVE  BROOK  can't  read  his  own  hand- 
-  ^■''writing.  .  .  .  You'll  see  Jean  Harlow  wear- 
ing pajamas  on  the  streets  of  Hollywood  .  .  . 
Oh,  they're  the  kind  to  be  worn  on  the  street. 
.  .  .  Nils  Asther  is  teaching  Buster  Keaton 
how  to  talk  Swedish.  .  .  .  Clark  Gable  has 
traded  the  little  Ford  for  a  bigger  car.  .  .  . 
Charlie  Chaplin  is  hiding  away  in  London  and 
writing  the  story  of  his  life  all  by  his  little  self. 
.  .  .  Miriam  Hopkins  gave  a  dinner  party  to  a 
lot  of  guests  .  .  .  All  of  them  were  men.  .  .  . 
Norma  Shearer  has  bought  a  bull  pup  for 
Irving,  Jr.,  and  housed  the  canine  companion 
in  a  $100  doghouse.  .  .  .  Claudia  Dell  has 
gone  blonde  again.  That  was  just  a  brunette 
wig  she  wore  in  "Leftover  Ladies." 

A  MAN,  who  was  to  piay  the  real 
■**-Jim  Thorpe,  world  renowned 
Carlisle  Indian  star  and  American 
Olympic  hero  of  1912  in  "Touch- 
down," was  sent  directly  to  the 
make-up  department. 

After  an  hour's  work  the  make-up 
man  said  his  job  was  perfect.  The 
actor  asked,  "Do  you  think  you  need 
those  lines  under  my  eyes?" 

"Of  course,"  the  studio  man  an- 
swered. "We  have  to  make  you  look 
as  much  like  Thorpe  as  we  can." 

The  actor  went  to  the  door,  turned 
and  said  quietly,  "I  am  Jim  Thorpe !" 
He  was. 

"DILL  POWELL  is  a  changed  man.  And  you 
■^can  praise — or  blame — the  little  woman 
for  it.  Bill  was  once  one  of  those  Hollywood 
recluses.  He  and  Ronnie  Colman  and  Dick 
Barthelmess  made  up  a  closed  corporation. 

But  Carole  Lombard  is  a  social  person,  so 
she  shakes  Bill  into  his  dinner  coat  almost 
every  night  and  all  the  big  Hollywood  func- 
tions find  him  the  life  of  the  party.  What's 
more  he  seems  to  like  it. 

TT  took  fifteen  women  twenty-one  days  to 
■'■complete  one  gown  for  Garbo  to  be  worn  in 
''Mata  Hari."  Tens  of  thousands  of  glass 
beads  are  sewn  on  the  dress.  It's  a  pretty 
nifty  little  frock. 

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January  1 — Charles  Bickford,  William 
Haines,  Pola  Negri. 

January  3 — Marion  Davies,  Herbert 
Brenon,  Eddie  Gribbon 

January    fj — Tom  Mix,  Loretta  Young 

January    7 — Leatrice  Joy,  Adolph  Zukor 

January    8 — Matt  Moore 

January    9 — Anita  Louise 

January  10 — Pauline  Starke 

January  11 — Monte  Blue 

January  13 — Kay  Francis 

January  14 — Douglas  MacLean,  Bebe 

January  17 — Nils  Asther,  Noah  Beery, 
Patsy  Ruth  Miller,  Grant  Withers 

January  18 — Oliver  Hardy 

January  19 — B.  P.  Schulberg,  Virginia  Valli 

January  23 — Sally  Starr 

January  29 — Ernst  Lubitsch 



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R.ACING  YOUTH— Universal 

ALTHOUGH  not  for  the  critical,  this 
almost  redeems  itself  from  triviality  by 
some  tremendously  thrilling  footage  of  an 
automobile  road  race.  June  Clyde  falls 
heiress  to  an  auto  factory.  Prank  Albertson, 
the  young  test  driver,  demonstrates  his  devo- 
tion and  skill  by  piloting  one  of  her  cars  to  a 
victory  that  means  fat  foreign  contracts  and 
happy  days  at  the  plant.  Louise  Fazenda  and 
Slim  Summerville  carry  the  comedy. 

RICH  MAN'S  FOLLY— Paramount 

GEORGE  BANCROFT  deserves  a  nice 
shiny  medal  for  getting  sympathy  out  of 
such  an  unsympathetic  role.  It's  all  about  a 
shipbuilder,  ambitious  for  his  son  to  carry  on 
the  business.  Bancroft  plays  with  conviction 
and  Frances  Dee,  as  his  daughter,  is  lovely. 
David  Durand  gives  a  touching  performance. 
Stark  drama. 


AX  excellent  cast,  some  clever  dialogue  and 
interesting  camera  effects  almost  overcome 
the  handicap  of  a  poor  story.  So  you  will  not 
be  entirely  disappointed  in  this  picture,  even 
if  you  do  know  that  old  plot  by  heart.  Linda 
Watkins,  as  the  neglected  young  wife,  decides 
to  sample  some  of  her  husband's  freedom — 
you  remember  the  rest.  This  Watkins  girl 
might  be  another  Connie  Bennett — but  not 
with  stories  like  this. 

SAFE  IN  HELL— First  National 

THE  only  redeeming  thing  about  this  pic- 
ture is  the  fine  work  done  by  Dorothy 
Mackaill  and  Xina  Mae  McKinney,  the  col- 
ored actress.  The  story  is  sordid.  Dorothy 
plays  a  shady  lady,  weighted  down  with  a  past 
that  costs  her  her  life.  Victor  Varconi,  Wallace 
Morgan,  Ralf  Harolde,  Donald  Cook  and 
other  good  actors  are  in  the  cast. 

MORALS  FOR  WOMEN— Tiffany  Prod. 

YOU'LL  find  a  few  entertaining  twists  in 
this — "it's  the  woman  who  pays"  story. 
If  for  no  other  reason,  it  deserves  a  hand  for 
bringing  back  that  good  trouper,  Bessie  Love. 
Con  way  Tearle  is  the  menace  this  time,  while 
good  looking  John  Holland  does  right  by  the 
gal!  Edmund  Breese  does  a  grand  bit  as  the 


•"THIS  one  puts  the  war  on  a  wit  and  wise- 
*■  cracking  basis.  James  Gleason,  Robert 
Armstrong  and  Bill  Boyd  are  the  familiar 
Three  .Musketeers — this  time  in  the  Davy.  It 
t  live  up  to  its  sinister  title  until  near 
the  end,  when  a  decoy  mystery  boat,  to  which 
they  are  assigned,  battles  with  submarines  and 
a  destroyer  fleet  races  to  the  rescue.  Then  it 
is  a  grand  spectacle. 


ANOTHER  fast-moving  Western  that  will 
delight  the  kids.  At  iast  Tom  Keene 
(erstwhile  George  Duryea)  gets  a  break.  The 
boy  has  a  nice  personality.  His  leading  woman 
is  lovely  Barbara  Kent.  Some  beautiful 
photographic  shots,  cowboy  songs  and  de- 
lightful comedy  put  the  ginger  in  this  one. 


THE  SPECKLED  BAND— First  Division 

ANOTHER  English  cast,  in  another  old- 
■*»■  fashioned  Sherlock  Holmes  story  that  is, 
in  spite  of  everything,  an  amusing  movie  which 
will  keep  you  in  your  seat  until  the  last  "de- 
duction"' is  made.  Although  British  "thrillies" 
are  not  as  spectacular  as  ours,  this  is  enter- 
taining. Holmes  and  the  ubiquitous  Watson 
discover  sinister  East  Indian  death  methods 
being  used  in  an  English  country  house. 

NECK  AND  NECK—Thrill-O-Drama 

nrilE  presence   of   Stepin   Fetchit   partially 

■*-  saves  this  film  from  a  complete  case  of  the 

doldrums.      All  the  old  gags  are  trotted  out 

And  now  they're  wrapping  beauties 
up  in  cellophane.  But  Karen  Morley 
thought  this  idea  up  herself.  So 
Karen  is  carrying  a  big  piece  of  cello- 
phane with  her  and  when  a  sudden 
shower  blows  up  that  $22.50  hat  is 
protected.     Smart  gal! 

along  with  the  horse  that  wins  the  race.  And 
it  doesn't  matter  whether  we  tell  or  not,  you 
know  it's  going  to  happen.  Glenn  Tryon  and 
Vera  Reynolds  struggle  valiantly  with  the 
story,  but  it's  Stepin's  picture — if  anybody 
wants  it. 

RANGE  LAW— Tiffany  Prod. 

HTHIS  is  pretty  wild  and  woolly  and  taxes  the 
*■  credulity  worse  than  a  gangster's  alibi,  but 
kids  won't  mind  an  inconsistency  or  two  when 
Ken  Maynard  is  the  hard-riding  cow  puncher 
who  proves  the  villain  is  a  villain  and  wins  the 
beautiful  blonde  in  the  last  reel.  It's  one  of 
those  Westerns  and  if  you  care  for  the  type, 
you'll  like  this. 


A  SPRIGHTLY,  amusing  little  comedy 
*  *•  with  that  fresh  guy  Eddie  Quillan.  who 
never  makes  the  mistake  of  being  too  fresh. 
As  a  radio  repair  man  he  gets  mixed  up  with 
gangsters  and  prize-fighters,  but  comes  up 
smiling  and  with  the  girl.  Robert  Armstrong 
plays  another  of  those  punch-goofy  fighters. 
Ginger  Rogers  and  Joan  Peers  are  good. 


VWARNER  BAXTER  deserves  much  better 
w  stories  than  this.  This  is  about  a  French 
officer,  taken  prisoner  by  the  Germans,  and 
confined  in  a  castle  owned  by  a  rich  baron  and 
his  niece  (Leila  Hyamsj.  The  Armistice  just 
comes  in  the  nick  of  time.  But  you  can't 
get  excited  over  it. 

X  MARKS  THE  SPOT— Tiffany  Prod. 

•"THIS  one  apparently  started  to  be  a  gang- 
*■  ster  picture  but  the  producers  changed  their 
minds  in  the  midst  of  things  and  made  the 
hero  a  newspaper  reporter.  It  follows  the  fa- 
miliar pattern  of  other  gangster-newspaper 
stories  inspired  by  the  Lingle  case.  But  it 
builds  to  a  terrific  climax  with  Fred  Kohler 
and  Wallace  Ford,  which  is  its  only  kick. 

Greenbaum-Emelka  Prod. 

•"THOUGH  your  German  may  not  be  up  to 
•*-  par.  the  English  lines  flashed  on  the  screen 
from  time  to  time  will  make  it  possible  for  you 
to  follow  this  sprightly  little  tale  of  Viennese 
night  life.  The  colorful  setting  of  the  masque 
ball,  a  clever  cast  and  rollicking  dance  rhythms 
all  go  to  make  this  the  charming  picture  that 
it  is. 

THIRTY  DAYS— Patrician 

T3  OTH  Betty  Compson  and  Maureen  ©'Sul- 
livan turn  in  good  jobs  in  this  story  which 
tells  of  the  regeneration  of  a  wealthy  tenement 
owner  and  her  thirty  days  in  jail.  Clean,  en- 
tertaining drama  with  nice  comedy  touches. 

Peerless  Prod. 

'"THIS  is  story  number  472-A.  filed  in  every 
■*■  producer's  cabinet  and  labeled  "racetrack 
pictures."  The  famous  young  jockey  throws 
the  race  and  is  redeemed  in  the  last  reel  by  the 
love  of  the  stable-owner's  daughter.  William 
Collier,  Jr.,  James  Hall  and  Claudia  Dell 
couldn't  do  much  with  this  one. 

GAY  BUCKAROO— Allied  Prod. 

A  XOTHER  variation  of  the  bashful  cowboy- 
■**-tough  gambler-beautiful  rancher's  daugh- 
ter theme.  Hoot  Gibson  does  his  best,  Roy 
D'Arcy  his  worst,  and  Merna  Kennedy  looks 
her  sweetest. 

WORKING  GIRLS— Paramount 

TTHE  story  and  dialogue  in  this  one  didn't 
■*■  "jell."  All  about  two  beautiful  blondes 
from  the  country,  who  learn  about  city  life 
from  a  couple  of  slickers.  It's  a  good  cast — 
Judith  Wood.  Dorothy  Hall,  Paul  Lukas  and 
Buddy  Rogers — but  they  simply  didn't  have 
a  chance  with  the  story.  Xot  even  a  comedy 
hit  by  Stuart  Erwin  saves  it. 

THE  DEADLINE— Columbia 

HERE'S  Buck  Jones  in  a  Western  you  can 
easily  reconcile  with  your  intelligence  be- 
cause of  its  unusually  good  plot.  Paroled  from 
an  undeserved  prison  term,  the  hero  comes 
back  to  his  home  town  in  the  hills  and  makes 
good  with  his  riding,  shooting  and  detective 
work.  Much  better  than  the  average  horse 
opera!  And  there's  a  clever  youngster  in  it 
who  troupes  like  Jackie  Cooper. 


"And,  mother,  you'd  never  believe  it, 
but  in  Hollywood  nobody  drinks  tea 
and  they  go  bathing  in  their  back 
gardens !"  Maybe  that's  what  Elissa 
Landi  is  telling  her  mother,  the 
Countess  Zanardi-Landi,  as  they  stroll 
down  the  Mall  in  jolly  ole  London. 
Elissa,  fresh  from  studio  triumphs, 
was  visiting  her  home  in  England. 
Her  mother  accompanied  her  back  to 

TAXI— Warner  Bros. 

TS  everything  a  racket?  Next  thing  you  know 
-•-you'll  discover  that  those  nice  old  doll- 
makers  in  Nuremburg  run  a  cut-throat  busi- 
ness. In  this  film  you  get  the  low-down  on 
the  taxi  cab  racket,  and  how  the  chain  op- 
erators drive  the  little  fellows  off  the  street. 
Jimmy  Cagney  gives  a  fine  performance,  as 
does  Loretta  Young.  This  is  an  excellent 
picture — virile,  well-done  and  entertaining. 


■"THERE'S  no  spatter  of  machine  guns  in 
*■  this  beer  feud  drama — but  plenty  of  action. 
LeoCarrillo,  as  the  big  shot  whose  identity 
won't  cause  any  guessing,  is  good.  When  the 
Riccas  and  the  Palmeros  carry  their  war  to 
the  sons— things  happen.  Constance  Cum- 
mings  and  Robert  Young  are  much  too  cul- 
tured for  even  educated  gangsters'  kids. 
Emma  Dunne  and  Boris  Karloff  deserve  a 
hand.     Entertaining. 

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THE      SOAP      OF      BEAUTIFUL      WOMEN 

"I'm  Not  So  Sure/'  Says  Clark  Gable 

[CO     i  J\  i  J-l>  l  l«)M  J'  . 

df  the  Akron  Stock  Company  if  his  father  had 
not  come  to  Akron,  following  his  wife's  death, 
and  requested  that  his  only  son  join  him  in 
the  oil  fields  of  Oklahoma.  He  talked  of  the 
money  to  be  earned  in  oil.  I  doubt  if  that 
tempted  Clark  but  he  appreciated  his  father's 
loneliness  and,  inspired  by  duty,  followed  his 

father  to  Oklahoma. 

Clark  hated  Oklahoma;  he  hated  his  work  as 
a  tool  dresser.  He  says,  "I  had  learned  how 
to  live  with  myself  on  the  farm  and  now  I 
learned  that  I  must  live  for  myself.  It  was  a 
terrific  struggle.  My  father  couldn't  under- 
stand. Parents  often  don't,  I  have  learned 
since.  I  was  young,  impulsive,  hotheaded. 
I  told  him  my  feelings — 'I  do  not  like  this 
situation  so  it  is  not  for  me.'  I  left  immediately." 

THIS  experience  was  the  turning  point  in 
Clark  Gable's  life.  Had  he  remained  in 
Oklahoma  he  would  have  become  accustomed 
to  living  under  conditions  which  he  did  not 
enjoy.  He  would  have  accepted  them  muti- 
nously at  first,  later  with  resignation.  But 
when  Clark  took  the  train  for  Kansas  City  he 
left  resignation  behind.  He  decided  to  live 
his  own  life;  he  has  not  swerved  from  that 
decision.  The  words  which  he  told  his  father 
then,  have  been  his  motto  since:  "I  do  not 
like  this  situation  so  it  is  not  for  me!" 

Clark  spent  the  next  two  years  with  one  of 
those  little  road  shows.  The  largest  amount 
he  made  in  any  week  was  ten  dollars.  If  he 
was  fortunate  he  had  three  meals  a  day,  but 
there  were  times  when  a  cup  of  coffee  and  a 
doughnut  served  for  all. 

Clark  sincerely  wanted  to  be  an  actor  but 
ego  held  him  to  this  little  band  of  troupers. 
At  that  time  he  thought  he  knew  all  the 
Thespian  tricks  and  that  only  lack  of  oppor- 
tunity kept  him  from  being  the  toast  of  Broad- 
way and  Paris. 

I  wonder  what  would  have  happened  to 
Clark  Gable  if  that  company  had  not  gone 
Sat  broke  in  Butte,  Montana.  His  pride  took 
a  terrific  right  to  the  chin  when  he  found 
himself  in  Butte  with  seven  cents  and  one 
extra  suit  of  clothes.  Photoplay  has  already 
told  you  how  he  pawned  that  suit  for  seven 
dollars  and  rode  the  rods  to  Bend,  Oregon. 
When  he  tells  of  that  ride,  which  turned  out 
to  be  a  battle  with  death,  he  always  recalls 
the  beauty  of  the  frozen  Snake  River  glistening 
in    the    moonlight. 

And  his  first  words  of  his  landing  place, 
Bend,  Oregon,  are  a  description  of  the  town 
nestled  at  the  foot  of  the  three  sister  moun- 
tains. He  says  the  moon  was  a  beacon  light 
of  welcome  to  a  lonely  wanderer.  This  is 
typical  of  the  little  known  side  of  Clark  Gable. 

T_TE  toted  lumber  for  three  dollars  a  day. 
■*■  -MIe  says:  "That  three  dollars  didn't  mean 
anything;  it  wouldn't  have  meant  anything 
if  it  had  been  twenty.  It  merely  kept  me 
from  starving.  The  job  wasn't  what  I 
wanted  to  do,  so  the  pay  was  unimportant." 

Before  he  could  save  money  enough  to  get 
to  Portland,  which  had  become  his  objective, 
he  joined  a  wandering  stock  company  that 
played  the  lumber  communities.  He  landed 
in  Astoria,  at  the  mouth  of  the  Columbia 
River.     I  give  you  his  exact  description: 

"Danes.  Norwegians.  Funny  little  boats; 
gorgeous,  colorful  sunsets.  Men  pulling  in 
their  fish  from  the  boats  to  the  sand.  Kids 
waiting  on  the  beach  for  their  daddies. 
Washings  hanging  on  the  line.  Tiny  huts. 
Women  cooking.  The  entire  panorama  a 
marvel  of  contentment." 

In  Portland  there  wire  no  stock  company 
jobs,  so  he  joined  a  group  of  civil  engineers 
and  went  back  into  Southern  Oregon  as  a  line 
man.     The  part  of  this  experience  which  he 


remembers  is  sleeping  under  great,  warm 
blankets  beneath  star-lit  skies,  and  exchanging 
jokes  with  a  group  of  Eastern  university 
fellows.  Clark,  again,  stayed  only  until  he 
had  money  enough  to  get  back  to  Portland 
and  make  another  try  at  the  theater. 

But  once  again  he  was  forced  into  an  un- 
desirable  job,  to  avoid  starvation.  He  piled 
lumber  in  Silverton,  Oregon.  When  the  big 
Swede,  whose  helper  he  was  to  be,  saw  this 
callow  lad  he  said,  "I  quit  right  now."  He 
was  as  good  as  his  word.  This  piqued  Clark 
Gable.  And  he  did  not  leave  this  job  until 
the  same  Swede  came  back  and  willingly  took 
his  place  beside  him  seven  months  later. 

"I  found  a  man  has  two  things  from  which 
he  can  make  a  living — his  brain,  his  body," 
said  Clark.  While  he  was  piling  lumber  he 
did  not  use  his  brain — only  his  physical 
strength.  When  he  quit  he  weighed  one  hun- 
dred and  ninety  pounds. 

When  Clark  returned  to  Portland,  he  took 
stock  of  himself.  He  decided  that  there  must 
be  something  wrong  with  his  acting  or  he'd 
be  acting  instead  of  hunting  another  job. 

The  time  had  come  for  him  to  give  serious 
thought  to  the  stage.  His  next  two  jobs,  one 
with  the  advertising  department  of  a  news- 
paper and  the  other  with  the  telephone 
company,  gave  him  a  good  salary  and  made  it 
possible  for  him  to  study.  He  located  a 
dramatic  school.  His  teacher  was  the  woman 
who  later  became  the  first  Mrs.  Gable. 

Although  Clark  doesn't  wish  to  discuss  this 
romance  (the  first  Mrs.  Gable  is  now  a  school 
teacher  in  Los  Angeles),  it  is  not  difficult  to 
picture  what  happened.  He  had  decided 
that  acting  was  the  only  profession  that  could 
satisfy  him.  He  had  worked  hard  for  more 
than  three  years,  but  he  had  worked  aim- 
lessly. Then,  he  met  a  woman  who  knew 
dramatic  values.  She  was  the  first  person 
who  said,  "I  will  teach  you!"  She  showed 
the  country  boy  from  Cadiz  how  he  might 
be  released  from  life's  dull  monotony. 

IT  took  infinite  patience.  The  conceit  built 
during  those  two  years  of  association  with 
other  self-centered  troupers  had  left  its  mark 
upon  Gable.  She  must  give  him  a  new  view- 
point before  she  could  teach  him  at  all.  This 
woman  was  several  years  older  than  Clark. 
A  younger  woman  would  not  have  had  the 
understanding  to  give  this  boy  what  he 
needed  and  sought. 

When  she  left  Portland  and  went  to  Los 
Angeles,  Clark  soon  followed.  They  were 
married  in  the  Southern  city,  and  Gable 
turned  his  eyes  toward  Hollywood,  but  he 
was  shrewd  enough  to  see  that  extra  work 
got  him  nowhere.  By  now  Clark  wanted 
something  definite.  Gone  were  the  pig-in-a- 
poke  days! 

He  turned  to  the  stage  and  seized  the 
chance  to  play  an  infinitesimal  role  with  Jane 
Cowl  in  "Romeo  and  Juliet,"  and  with  this 
company  returned  to  Portland. 

Although  he  had  progressed  very  little, 
professionally,  he  had  gone  a  long  way  as  a 
person.  He  says  of  this  appearance  with  Jane 
Cowl:  "I  realized  how  little  I  amounted  to. 
They  could  have  put  anyone  in  my  place  at 
any  time  and  he  would  have  done  as  well. 
But  I  was  thrilled  because  I  was  with  a  worth- 
while company  of  fine  actors  and  actresses.  I 
knew  that  it  was  the  first  definite  oppor- 
tunity I  had  been  given  on  the  stage  to  learn 
something  from  watching  others.  I  laughed 
at  myself  when  I  remembered  how  much  I 
thought  I  had  known  in  that  little  stock  com- 

"I  very  suddenly  found  my  sublime  ego 
turned  into  an  inferiority  complex.  I  began 
to  believe  that  I  would  never  make  good  in 

the  profession  that  meant  more  than  anything 
else  in  the  world  to  me." 

We  all  have  our  periods  of  false  prosperity 
when  we  optimistically  believe  that  the 
struggles  of  life  are  behind  us  and  Utopia 
before  us.  That  period  came  to  Clark  when 
he  returned  to  Los  Angeles.  Jane  Cowl 
handed  him  a  complimentary  letter  to  pro- 
ducer Louis  O.  Macloon. 

He  played  "What  Price  Glory?",  "The 
Copperhead"  with  Lionel  Barrymore,  "Ma- 
dame X"  with  Pauline  Frederick,  a  drunken 
sailor  in  "Lullaby"  and  the  comedy  lead 
opposite  Nancy  Carroll  in  "Chicago."  Be- 
tween stage  engagements  he  was  a  movie 
extra.  He  made  several  screen  tests.  But 
producers  told  him  that  his  ears  were  too  big 
and  his  personality  unsuited  to  pictures.  Now, 
these  same  producers  are  using  language  so 
strong  that  it  can't. be  printed,  every  time 
they  pick  up  their  newspapers  and  read  about 
Clark's  success. 

V\7ITH  the  closing  of  "Chicago"  he  found  he 
W  could  secure  no  more  engagements. 

Troubles  are  like  ants;  they  never  come 
singly.  Domestic  worries  came  along  with 
his  unemployment. 

Refusing  to  discuss  the  reasons  for  the 
separation  from  his  wife  he  merely  repeats 
the  slogan  he  adopted  when  he  left  the  de- 
tested oil  fields  of  Oklahoma.  "I  do  not  like 
this  situation,  so  it  is  not  for  me." 

Clark  joined  a  stock  company  in  Houston. 
Texas.  For  the  first  twelve  weeks  he  was 
second  man  and  heavy;  but  for  the  remainder 
of  the  thirty-seven  weeks  engagement  he  was 
the  leading  man.  Of  course,  he  should  have 
been  the  matinee  idol  of  that  city.  But  the 
simple  truth  is,  he  wasn't.  He  doesn't  seem 
to  have  caused  one  spectacular  heart-throb 
among  the  girls  of  Houston. 

Broadway  is  the  common  objective  of  all 
stage  novices.  As  soon  as  Clark  had  saved 
enough  from  his  two-hundred-dollar-a-wick 
Houston  salary  he  headed  for  X'ew  York. 
Lady  Luck  wore  her  most  benign  smile  the 
week  of  his  arrival.  She  gave  him  the  lead 
immediately  in  "Machinal,"  under  the  di- 
rection of  Arthur  Hopkins. 

He  says,  "I  had  done  nothing  to  deserve 
such  a  role  but  I  happened  to  look  the  part." 
When  he  had  completed  this.  Lady  Luck 
again  held  out  her  hand  and  led  him  directly 
into  "Conflict." 

While  he  was  working  in  this  latterproduction 
Mrs.  Gable  secured  a  divorce  in  California. 

There  were  other  Xew  York  productions. 
And  during  one  of  them  the  present  Mrs. 
Gable  came  backstage.  She  did  not  come  to 
see  Clark;  she  was  with  a  group  of  friends  who 
knew  other  actors.  The  two  met  accidentally. 
Contrary  to  erroneous  reports,  she  was  not  an 
actress,  and  has  no  desire  to  be. 

They  were  married  in  Xew  York,  before  the 
first  Mrs.  Gable's  divorce  was  final  in  Cali- 
fornia. How  little  either  realized  then  the 
complications  which  were  to  follow!  They 
were  legally  wed  in  Xew  York  but  not  in 
California,  where  one  cannot  remarry  until 
a  year  after  a  divorce.  They  figured  that  was 
all  right  since  they  had  no  intention  of  going 
to  California. 

BUT  fate  does  not  pause  to  remember  Ameri- 
ca's strange  divorce  laws.  Just  when  Clark 
was  closing  in  "Love,  Honor  and  Betray," 
with  Alice  Brady  and  the  late  Robert  Williams. 
Macloon  telegraphed  him  to  come  to  Cali- 
fornia for  "The  Last  Mile."  Gable  took  an 
airplane  and  paid  his  own  expenses  to  make 
certain  he  would  arrive  in  time  to  accept  the 

(iangsters  had  become  the  vogue  in  pictures. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


Clark  was  stalwart  and  he  was  suave;  he  was 
handsome,  as  producers  visualized  gangsters 
to  be  handsome.  He  made  several  tests  and 
accepted  the  role  of  a  cowboy  heavy  in  "The 
Painted  Desert,"  at  Pathe.  While  working 
on  that  he  signed  a  contract  with  Warner 
Bros,  to  make  "The  Finger  Points"  and 
"Night  Nurse."  It  has  been  said  that  M-G-M 
loaned  him  for  these  parts  before  they  knew 
the  sensation  he  was  to  become.  This  is 
untrue.  He  signed  for  these  roles  before  he 
went    to    M-G-M. 

While  waiting  for  these  to  go  into  pro- 
duction he  played  a  bit  in  "The  Easiest  Way," 
with  Constance  Bennett  at  M-G-M.  Then 
in  Joan  Crawford's  "Dance  Fools,  Dance." 

You  know  the  rest  of  the  story.  No  one,  in- 
cluding Louis  B.  Mayer,  head  of  the  studio, 
and  Clark  Gable  himself,  could  see  what  was 
to  happen.  The  success  of  Garbo  was  an 
accident — so  was  that  of  Valentino.  Millions 
have  been  spent  on  making  Hollywood  stars. 
But  the  greatest  of  them  all  have  been  created 
without  forethought  and  without  investment. 

Almost  overnight,  this  Gable  boy  from  the 
little  town  of  Cadiz  became  the  great  screen 
lover.  Fame  simply  leapt  up  and  claimed  him. 

Fame  has  its  penalties.  Right  now  Clark 
is  trying  to  beat  the  sure  law  of  compensation. 
If  fame  is  to  bring  tribulations  in  excess  of 
its  rewards — he  believes  he  is  ready  to  sacrifice 

He  had  his  first  taste  of  fame's  demand  when 
he  had  been  in  Hollywood  only  a  short  time. 
A  newspaper  man  told  him  he  was  not  legally 
married.  He  rushed  to  Santa  Ana  for  a 
second  ceremony  as  soon  as  the  first  Mrs. 
Gable's  divorce  became  final.  M-G-M  sent 
representatives  along  to  see  that  all  the  details 
were  according  to  the  California  laws  govern- 
ing matrimony. 

Then  Clark  read  that  he  had  been  married 
three  times;  that  he  had  a  child  in  hiding. 
He  discovered  ambitious  writers  were  trying 
to  unearth  sensations  about  the  new  film 
lover.  His  wife's  age  was  front  page  copy. 
Now,  Clark  has  the  old-fashioned  idea  that  the 
age  of  his  wife  is  nobody's  business. 

He  wanted  to  hit  somebody  in  the  jaw  to 
show  his  opinion  of  people  who  pried  into  his 
private  business. 

"You  can't  do  this;  you  can't  do  that," 
his  studio  and  his  friends  told  him. 

"When  I  was  here  before,  I  could  have  walked 

down  Hollywood  Boulevard  on  my  hands  and 
nobody  would  have  paid  any  attention.  I 
wouldn't  dare  walk  down  the  same  boulevard 
now  with  my  aunt.  They  would  say  I  had 
fallen  in  love  with  another  older  woman." 

Which  is  the  reason  he  was  angry  the  eve- 
ning he  came  to  see  me.  He  is  in  the  mood, 
now,  to  say, "To  hell  with  it  all!"  He  sincerely 
believes  that  he  can  go  back  to  the  stage  or  a 
lumber  yard  or  a  telephone  company  and  be 
happy,  if  the  penalties  of  fame  over-balance 
the  compensations. 

"If  I  find  I  do  not  like  this  situation  it 
will  not  be  for  me,"  is  still  his  slogan. 

This  is  a  sincere  attitude,  but  not  a  true  one. 
Clark  thinks  it  is  true  because  he  is  baffled  and 
totally  unprepared  for  what  has  happened. 
I  do  not  mean  that  he  is  not  prepared  for  his 
profession.  I  mean  that  he  is  not  personally 
prepared  for  this  Hollywood. 

But  I  doubt  that  he  will  leave  Hollywood. 
When  he  took  his  seat  in  that  little  Akron 
theater  and  saw  that  stuffy  stock  company  for 
the  first  time,  a  new  world  opened  before  him. 
But  he  was  merely  an  on-looker.  A  boy  stand- 
ing on  the  wrong  side  of  a  plate  glass  window. 

Today  he  is  on  the  right  side.  And  down 
underneath,  even  though  he  does  not  recog- 
nize it,  he  adores  the  tinsel  and  bright  bubbles 
of  fame.     That  is  human  nature. 

The  other  evening  I  attended  the  opening 
of  "Consolation  Marriage."  Huge  crowds 
thronged  the  sidewalks  to  pay  homage  to  the 
famous.  Suddenly,  there  was  a  hush.  Then 
an  uproar  so  great  that  I  thought  Greta  Garbo 
must  be  entering.    It  was  Clark  Gable. 

When  the  show  was  completed,  Pat  O'Brien, 
Irene  Dunne's  leading  man,  came  onto  the 
stage  and  said,  "The  actor  who  says  he  doesn't 
like  this  adulation  is  a  sucker.  I  love  it.  We 
all  love  it.  I  only  hope  it  happens  to  me 

Clark  is  not  a  sucker.  The  very  fact  that 
he  was  there  shows  he  likes  it.  If  anyone 
had  pictured  to  the  little  boy  in  Cadiz  that 
opening  the  other  evening,  with  the  liveried 
chauffeur,  the  high  opera  hat  and  the  cheering 
thousands,  he  would  have  said,  "Gosh!  Lead 
me  to  it."  He  will  become  adjusted  to  the  chaos 
of  screen  fame.  And  just  as  he  proved  to  the 
big  Swede  lumber  piler  that  he  could  do  his 
job,  so  he  will  prove  to  the  world  that  he  can 
learn  to  accept  Hollywood's  success  and  its 

About  one  year  ago  when  Clark  Gable  played  a  minor  role  as  Anita  Page's 

husband  in  "The  Easiest  Way,"  in  which  Constance  Bennett  starred,  he 

was  unknown,  but  folks  began  to  ask  questions  about  him.    But  few  people 

realized  that  just  a  few  months  later  Clark  himself  would  be  starring 

— says 

Thelma  Todd 

Correct  Foundation  Garments  are 
an  absolute  necessity  with  the  present 
day  styles.  I  have  found  that  Bon  Ton 
Foundation  Garments  are  most  sat= 
is  factory  in  obtainins  the  correct  lines 
so  necessary  to  the  mode  of  the 

HEIGHT  8*   4  1-2" 
BUST  33":   WA 

WAIST   27";    HIPS  33 


In  Hollywood 

and  in  every  civilised  country 
in  the  world  the  most  bcauti= 
fid  women  select  Bon  Ton 
Foundations  because  Bon  Ton 
not  only  enhances  the  beauty 
of  perfect'  figures — Bon  Ton 
Sivcs  beautiful  lines  and  ab= 
solute  control  to  every  figure 
type.  Royal  ^Worcester  Corset 
Co.,  Worcester,  MassvU.  S.  A. 

Don  Ion 

Foundation   Oarments 
Sold  Everywhere 

It's  a  Long  Way  to  Tipperary! 


fortunes  and  stupendous  debts,  for  she  was  not 
so  hot  as  a  business  woman,  whatever  she 
may  have  thought. 

Henri  fluttered  about  Paris  with  Connie 
Bennett — tongues  wagged  on  both  sides  of  the 
sea.  Gloria  was  seen  with  several  boy  friends 
in  Hollywood.  Then  Connie  and  Hank  re- 
appeared in  Hollywood,  and  the  panic  was  on! 
All  was  set  for  the  blow-off,  and  it  came  in 
1930.    Gloria  divorced  Hank  in  Los  Angeles. 

.X umber  tour.  In  the  summer  of  '31  Gloria 
landed  on  our  shores.  In  her  train  was  men- 
tioned a  young  chappie  named  Michael  Farmer 
— noted  once  before  in  the  prints  as  a  possible 
fiance  of  Marilyn  Miller.  Little  was  known 
about  the  heir-apparent.  Papers  called  him 
'•millionaire  Irish  playboy" — again,  as  in 
Hank's  case,  researches  showed  that  while  the 
"millionaire"  might  have  been  exaggerated,  he 
was  rich  in  charm.  Suddenly,  in  October, 
staggering  news  smashed  across  front  pages. 
Gloria  Swanson  and  Michael  Farmer  had 
been  married  at  Flmsford,  X.  V.,  in  August,  by 
Mayor  Murray  of  that  thriving  hamlet! 

Then  the  fun  did  begin! 

Sensation!    Then  puzzlement!    What  to  do? 

Cool  heads  and  willing  hearts  all  agreed  that 
the  thing  was  illegal,  offside  and  out  of  order. 

First,  Gloria's  decree  from  the  Marquis 
would  not  be  final  until  November,  making  the 
new  hitching  illegal  in  California. 

Second,  some  ambitious  town  clerk  dis- 
covered that  the  license  was  issued  in  one  town- 
ship and  the  knot  tied  in  another — making  it 
no  dice  under  the  laws  of  the  great  State  of  Xew 

There  was,  of  course,  the  trifling  matter  of 
ages.  On  one  line  of  the  application  Gloria 
gave  it  as  thirty-one — a  date  on  another  line 
made  it  thirty-two. 

Incidentally,  our  records  state  the  historic 
event  took  place  on  March  27,  1898,  making 
Gloria  thirty-three  as  we  rush  to  press  in  a  high 
fever.  Michael  declared  he  was  twenty-nine 
and  a  broker. 

Lawyers  were  hired  and  wired.  Gloria  and 
Mike,  in  California,  denied  they  had  lived  to- 
gether, in  order  to  forestall  a  possible  bigamy 

It  was  almost  precisely  this  sort  of  dizzy 
tangle,  you  may  remember,  that  very  nearly 
had  the  late  Valentino  tossed  into  a  hoosegow 
after  a  trick  Mexican  divorce  from  Jean 
Acker  in  order  to  marry  Xatacha  Rambova. 

And  on  Xovember  9,  in  the  little  town  of 
Yuma,  Gloria  Swanson,  grass  widow,  and 
Michael  Farmer,  bachelor,  of  this  or  that 
parish  of  Ireland,  were  finally  and  legally  made 
one,  for  all  the  world  to  see. 

Then  the  cuckoos  sang  merrily — coo-coo! 
coo-coo! — in  the  orange  trees  and  weeping 
willows  of  Hollywood! 

So  winds  up — and  so  begins — another  chap- 
ter in  the  life  of  this  startling  star. 

Cecil  De  Mille  made  her  a  silken  clothes- 
model  ten  years  ago,  and  millions  of  girls 
adored  her.  She's  been  stony  broke  time  after 
time,  yet  she's  always  lived  like  a  queen  and 
thrown  money  around  like  pants-buttons.  She 
sank  S750,000  in  the  mess  that  was  "Queen 
Kelly,"  threw  it  into  the  ash-can,  and  made  a 
great  comeback  in  "Sadie  Thompson." 

She  has  always  worked  like  a  stevedore. 
When  the  talkies  came,  the  world  said,  "Ta,  ta, 
Gloria,  you're  through.  You  were  a  great  kid 
when  you  had  it."  Then  she  smacked  the 
world  in  the  nose  with,  "The  Trespasser,"  and 
climbed  back  to  the  top  over  the  bodies  of  the 
talkie  slain. 

Nobody  knows  what  she'll  do  next — least  of 
all  herself.  Good  breaks  and  bad — great  talent 
and  judgment  ruled  by  her  heart  and  emotions, 
Gloria  will  always  be  the  colossal  question 
mark  ot  motion  pictures. 

And  is  our  Gloria  through,  now  that  she's 
thirty-three  and  married  to  Xumber  Four? 

Hear  me!  I  laugh!  Ha  ha!  She  can  be 
busted  and  rich  half  a  dozen  times  more. 

For  there's  only  one  Gloria.  Let  us  be 
grateful  for  her!  She's  one  of  the  few  colorful 
children  left  in  a  movie  world  that  grows  in- 
creasingly businesslike,  and  efficient,  and  often 

We  Should  Have  Known 


now  firmly  convinced  that  acting  was  just  a 
business  after  all,  talked  of  nothing  else.  The 
way  the  hard-boiled  critics  greeted  Hardie  left 
us  a  little  dazed.  We  were  even  reconciled  to 
the  long  hair  Hardie  grew  for  the  part.  So, 
you  see,  we  were  pretty  thoroughly  reconciled. 
And  then  Fva  Le  Gallienne  wrote  Hardie. 
She  had  seen  him  in  his  Junior  class  play  and 
insisted  that  he  join  her  Xew  York  company 
then.  Hardie  was  for  it,  of  course,  as  a  Xew 
York  offer  doesn't  hit  an  undergraduate  or  even 
a  graduate  very  often.  But  no.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Albright  and  the  entire  population  of  Charleroi 
were  against  it. 

T/"  XOTS  of  people  gathered  around  in  Piper's 
-^drugstore  to  discuss  it.    I  remember. 

"  No  sir,"  old  Mr.  Wilkins  declared.  "If  the 
boy's  set  on  being  an  actor,  by  gum,  he  ought 
to  have  a  diploma  to  show  for  it.  How's  them 
fellers  in  Xew  York  going  to  know  Hardie's  an 
actor  without  a  diploma  to  show  for  it?" 

But  Hardie  went  on  to  Xew  York  just  the 

He  did  seven  plays  with  Le  Gallienne  and 
then  signed  with  the  Shuberts. 

After  "Such  Is  Life,"  with  the  Shuberts, 
George  Arliss  borrowed  him.  He  played  for 
weeks  with  Arliss  in  "The  Merchant  of 
Venice."  From  Arliss  he  went  with  Otis 
Skinner  in  "One  Hundred  Years  Old."  Be- 
tween Otis  Skinner  and  young  Albright  there 
sprang  up  a  close  bond  of  friendship.  Otis 
Skinner  believed  in  Hardie. 

Aiul  then  one  night,  at  the  end  of  the  second 
act.  Hardie  missed  his  cue.  He  was  to  inter 
with  a  gay  salute.  Skinner  returned  the  salute 
with  a  snap  and  a  pretense  of  rolling  the  drums. 

Hark  and  forth  they  would  work  up,  up.  up 
to  the  climax  until  they  finally  marched  oft  to 
the  strains  of  an  imaginary  band,  a  rolling  of 


drums,  a  crashing  of  cymbals  and  a  flying  of 

Hardie  was  talking  to  a  friend  in  the  wings 
when  suddenly  he  was  conscious  of  a  disturb- 
ing silence  on  the  stage. 

He  had  missed  his  cue. 

On  he  dashed  with  his  usual  salute. 

Mr.  Skinner  just  looked  at  him.  and  to  the 
utter  horror  of  Hardie  and  the  wild  delight  of 
the  audience,  demanded  in  loud  tones,  "  Where 
in  the  hell  have  you  been?"  And  then  re- 
turned the  salute. 

He  scourged  him  with  words  and  curses  in 
the  wings.  "To  think,"  he  said,  "I  had  every 
hope  in  the  world  for  you.  Believed  in  you, 
and  you  let  me  down."  He  made  for  his 
dressing-room,  Hardie  after  him.  The  door 
banged  in  his  face.  Xevertheless,  Hardie 
opened  it.  He  stood  there  with  his  head  hung 
down.   Determined  to  take  it  and  have  it  over. 

Reproaches  broke  and  fell  about  him,  but 
he  never  spoke  a  word,  or  offered  the  least 

Finally  there  was  a  pause.  An  arm  was 
placed  about  his  shoulders. 

"  You're  all  right,  Hardie."  Mr.  Skinner 
said.    "You  can  take  the  gaff." 

They  are  better,  closer  friends  than  ever. 

After  the  run  of  that  play,  he  jumped  to 
"Gang  War,"  and  to  the  attention  of  Xew 
York's  finest  critics.  "This  Albright."  they 
wrote,  "is  an  actor."  Solid,  substantial  praise 
with  no  flighty  adjectives  or  feverish  ravings 
from  men  who  knew. 

Solid  words  meaning  something  definite. 

From  "Gang  War"  he  went  on  to  "Young 
Sinners,"  and  then  to  "The  Greeks  Had  a 
Word  for  It." 

He's  a  nut,  Hardie  is.  He  doesn't  do  any- 
thing the  way  movie  actors  are  supposed  to. 

I  know  as  surely  as  I  put  my  head  around 

the  Albright  door  and  say,  "Hello,  movie 
actor,"  I'd  better  dodge.  And  dodge  quick. 
For,  you  see,  he  doesn't  think  he  is  one.  He 
believes  you  have  to  mean  something  definite 
to  the  fans,  like  Pickford  and  Chaplin  and 
Garbo,  before  you're  of  the  movies.  He  says 
he's  just  trying  to  be.    Just  trying. 

And  can  you  believe  it,  he  doesn't  think  the 
stage  actor  is  the  answer  to  the  talkies.  He, 
so  thoroughly  of,  by,  and  for  the  stage,  doesn't 
think  so. 

"Some  day,"  he  told  me,  "there  will  be  a 
distinct  type  of  actor  for  pictures.  The  actors 
of  the  old  silent  films  aren't  the  answer. 
Xeither  is  the  stage  actor.  It's  an  art  requiring 
a  distinct  type  of  actor." 

IMAGIXE  being  an  actor  in  Hollywood  and 
not  being  the  answer  to  everything  in  God's  ' 
green  earth!  I  keep  telling  him  he's  a  nut. 

He  sits  and  watches  himself  on  the  screen 
and  suffers  audibly.  Even  when  the  woman 
behind  bursts  out  with,  "Oh,  there's  that 
Albright  boy  we  saw  in  'Young  Sinners.' 
I  think  he's  grand,"  why,  even  that  doesn't 
help.  He  sits  and  suffers  so  thoroughly  that 
one  feels  like  calling  an  usher  and  having  him 
thrown  to  the  lions. 

And  he'll  call  up  the  next  day  and  laugh 
like  a  horse  because  the  iceman  didn't  like  his 
picture.  "He  said  he  likes  Charley  Chase 
comedies  better  and  he's  right,"  Hardie  will 
laugh.  You  see  he  won't  act  Hollywood  at  all. 
He's  a  plain  nut. 

He  walks  unheralded  into  a  picture  and 
steals  it  from  under  the  nose  of  a  beloved  old- 
time  star.  But  he  would  kill  you  if  you  even 
suggested  it.  He  drives  an  open  Ford  that's 
the  despair  of  everyone.  He  jumps  out  over 
the  closed  doors,  up  the  steps  and  yells 
"Toots,"  before  he  opens  the  door. 

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He  calls  his  mother  "Toots'"  and  adores  her 
openly  and  shamelessly.  He  lives  with  his  father 
and  mother  in  a  little  bungalow  on  a  side  street 
in  Hollywood.  He  attends  few  parties  and 
makes  little  social  commotion. 

He'll  throw  his  long  legs  over  the  arm  of  a 
chair  and  talk  for  hours  of  Charleroi.  He  talks 
the  least  of  himself,  and  refuses  to  take  himself 
seriously  but  is  respectfully  aware,  and  a 
little  awed,  of  the  spark  that  burns  within. 
He  shows  it  in  the  gestures  of  his  hands  and 
gleaming  eyes. 

We  have  watched  him  from  the  time  he  was 
a  lad  in  knee-pants.  He's  an  actor.  He  always 
has  been.  He  came  into  it  not  as  a  quick  way 
to  snib  the  easy  dough  or  on  a  detour  from 
some  other  profession.  He's  an  actor  because 
he  can  no  more  help  being  one  than  you  can 
help  being  what  you  are. 

AXD  as  we  rummaged  through  his  scrap- 
book,  his  mother  and  I,  and  came  upon 
letters  from  George  Arliss  and  one  from  Otis 
Skinner  (Hardie  will  kill  me)  that  began,  "My 
boy,  my  boy.  I  saw  you  in  '  Skyline '  last  night. 
I  knew  you  could  do  it,"  I  knew  that  when 
men  like  these,  who  have  trod  the  long  un- 
stable road  to  fame,  can  look  back  over  the 
heartbreaking  highway  to  a  young  man  that's 
just  beginning,  when  they,  knowing  the  rough- 
ness of  the  road  behind,  can  still  look  back  and 
say  with  warm,  sincere  encouragement,  "My 
boy,  my  boy,"  one  knows  that  within  that  boy 
burns  the  spark  of  what  it  takes. 

And  long  after  the  blazing  sky  rockets,  the 
over-night  sensations  of  Hollywood  have 
burned  out  and  fallen,  a  charred  ash.  to  the 
earth,  Hardie  Albright  will  be  going  on.  Slowly, 
steadily,  but  surely.  For  Hardie's  an  actor. 

And  the  ''Hardie"  is  for  his  Grandmother 
Hardie,  in  case  you  wondered. 

Auntie  Wanted  'Em 



lady's  shrieks  of  delight.  "I  want  to  go  in! 
'  I  want  to  go  in!"  she  yelled.  We  had  to  tie 
her  hands  and  feet  with  the  tow-rope.  While  she 
kicked  and  bit  we  drove  her  to  our  own  home. 
It  was  the  only  thing  to  do.  She  wanted  more 
villains;  but  we  knew  only  too  well  what  we 
would  find  if  we  took  her  to  them. 

Victor  McLaglen,  for  instance,  would  be 
working  in  his  famous  rose  garden,  or  on  his 
avian,'.  Edmund  Lowe  would  be  training 
his  fox  terriers.  He  has  dozens,  along  with 
his  yapping  gang  of  Scotch  deerhounds.  Ter- 
riers were  not  much  nearer  to  blood-and- 
thunder  than  roses  and  birds. 

"D  ICARDO  Cortez?  Ivan  Lebedeff?  But 
-^Ricardo  would  surely  be'found  somewhere 
in  the  midst  of  a  throng  of  worshipping  children. 
His  friends  use  Ric  for  a  nursemaid.  And  as 
for  the  suave  and  deadly  Russian,  Ivan — 
well,  even-one  in  Hollywood  has  heard  his 
lectures  upon  the  evils  of  strong  drink  and 
late  hours.  And  that  didn't  sound  very  im- 
moral, either! 
_  Dear  old  Auntie,  in  our  living-room,  sat 
sipping  her  nineteenth  highball.  "Nevvy," 
she  mused,  "them  fellers  was  sure  disappoint- 
ing. That  young  Cagney  boy  shows  some 
promise,  but  the  others — tch,  tch." 

"Never  mind,"  we  soothed  her.  "Auntie. 
you've  had  your  fling.  Don't  you  think  you're 
old  enough  to  settle  down?  Why  don't  you 
go  back  home  and  marry  some  nice  fellow?" 

"I  ain't  got  no  sweetie,  no  more,"  she  sighed. 
"They  hanged  Jeff  last  month  for  hoss  steal- 
ing." The  old  lady  wiped  away  a  tear.  "Yep, 
I  guess  you're  right  Nevvy.  Get  me  a  time- 
table. I'm  going  back  to  Oklahomie.  There 
may  be  wild  men  somewhere  in  the  world, 
but  they  sure  ain't  in  Hollywood!" 

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In  a  restaurant  recently  I  commented 
on  the  beauty  and  distinguished  appearance 
of  a  woman  seated  nearby.  My  companion, 
a  well-known  attorney,  glanced  at  her  and 
remarked  indifferently, 

Xes,  but  she  SPOILS  it  all  by  smoking 
a  cheap  cigarette. " 

l\ eedless  to  say,  that  tip 
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Hollywood  loves  to  beg  for  these  stage  players. 
Studios  figured  if  she  offered  her  talent  she 
couldn't  be  so  important. 

So  Helen  contented  herself  with  being 
"Charlie  MacArthur's  wife"  and  with  going  to 
parties.  She  and  Ruth  Chatterton  had  been 
friends  in  the  theater.  She  went  to  all  of  Ruth's 
dinners.  She  swung  her  feet  over  luxurious 
swimming  pools  and  let  the  sun  embrace  her. 
She  went  away  from  Hollywood  and  the  next 
year  she  came  back. 

They  had  heard  a  little  more  of  her  this  time 
for  the  "Act  of  God"  baby  had  been  born.  You 
know  about  that — how  a  trick  phrase  became 
attached  to  a  perfectly  lovely  child.  If  you 
haven't  heard  the  story,  write  in  to  Photoplay 
and  we  will  tell  it  again.  But  this  time  Helen 
didn't  even  try  to  work  in  the  movies.  She 
just  basked  in  the  sun  and  listened  to  Charlie's 
stories  about  the  inside  of  the  studios. 

She  returned  to  Xew  York  and  that  was 
when  somebody  told  somebody  that  she  was 
great  and  they  began  trying  to  get  her.  Helen 
laughed  a  little,  signed  the  contract,  which  in- 
cluded the  big  salary,  and  arrived  in  Holly- 
wood to  begin  work.  She  was  greeted  as  if  she 
were  a  queen.  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  was 
proud  to  announce  that  they'd  scooped  all  the 
other  studios  in  securing  the  services  of  one  of 
Broadway's  Big  Three  actresses.  And  the 
other  studios  were  envious  and  wished  some- 

body had  told  somebody  to  tell  them  she  was 

And  Helen  Hayes — oh,  she  was  Helen  Hayes 
now — laughed  a  little  when  she  thought  of  the 
time  when  she  was  "Charlie  .MacArthur's 
wife"  and  had  had  a  casting  man  ask  what  "the 
little  lady"  did. 

All  was  ilurry  and  excitement.  A  new  star. 
It  was  announced  that  she  was  to  make  a 
picture  called  "Lullaby."  Big  sets  were  built. 
Hairdressers  and  make-up  men  fluttered  about 
Helen.  People  consulted  her.  A  chair  with 
her  name  across  the  back  was  put  on  the  set. 
A  big  Xew  York  stage  star  had  come  to  Holly- 
wood. Yes.  yes,  I  know.  I  realize  that  it 
simply  doesn't  make  sense.  But  it's  the  way 
of  the  movies  and  the  movie-makers. 

And,  then,  something  happened  that  almost 
threw  Helen  back  into  the  dark  obscurity  of 
stage  stardom.  "Lullaby"  was  begun  in  May. 
They  worked  on  it  all  summer.  It  was  at  last 
completed — and  previewed.  And  when  she 
saw  the  picture  Helen  Hayes  wanted  to  go  out 
and  commit  first  class  hara-kiri.  Only  there 
wasn't  a  convenient  doorstep.  The  picture 
was  awful,  a  conglomerate  mass  of  unrelated 
episodes.  Helen  and  Charlie  MacArthur 
begged  not  to  have  it  released.  They  even 
offered  to  pay  for  the  cost  of  its  production  so 
that  it  could  be  tossed  into  the  nearest  ash-can. 
And    then    Irving    Thalberg    returned    from 

Europe  or  Xew  York  or  somewhere  and  took 
a  look  at  it.  He  knew  it  was  bad,  but  he  also 
knew  how  it  could  be  fixed.  Cutters  got  out 
their  shears.  Xew  scenes  and  episodes  were 
shot  and — presto — there  soon  arrived  out  of  the 
wreckage  a  glorious  Phoenix — "The  Sin  of 
Madelon    Claudet." 

"Madelon  Claudet"  now  stands  as  one  of 
the  grandest  tear-jerkers  of  the  season.  The 
story  is,  still,  pretty  artificial,  but  I  defy  any- 
body to  sit  through  it  without  spilling  plentiful 
tears.  And  it  makes  every  other  "mother  love 
and  sacrifice  story"  look  like  just  so  much  weak 
soup.  For  Helen  has  transformed  the  yarn  into 
a  thing  of  sublime  beauty.  She  has  brought 
her  fine  art  to  the  screen.  She  has  suddenly 
become  not  only  one  of  the  first  ladies  of 
Broadway  but  of  Hollywood  as  well. 

She's  great.  She's  everything  and — goody, 
goody,  goody — we'll  be  seeing  more  of  her.  For 
as  soon  as  she  tosses  off  a  stage  play  this  season 
she'U  be  back  in  Hollywood  to  make  more 
movies.  Charlie  MacArthur  is  fast  becoming 
"Helen  Hayes'  husband." 

She  is  a  delightful  little  person,  rather  quiet, 
most  unassuming,  very  gentle.  She  looks  not 
at  all  the  great  actress  she  is — or  rather  not  at 
all  as  Hollywood  knows  great  actresses.  With- 
out  pose,  without  mannerisms,  she's  knocked 
the  colony  for  a  loop. 

It's  Helen  Hayes  the  movie  star,  now! 

Ach!   ThatPola! 

silence  on  the  set.  Even  the  baby  subsided. 
Four  minutes.  Five  minutes.  The  door  was 
opened  softly.     Pola's  beautiful  face  looked  in. 

"Ah,"  she  smiled  sweetly,  "good  afternoon, 
Hrrr  Stein." 

"It's  Pola,"  exclaimed  the  delighted  Hcrr 
Stein  as  if  she  were  the  last  person  he  expected, 
"little  Pola."  He  advanced  to  meet  her. 
Everyone  smiled.  Work  commenced.  And 
the  scene  was  shot. 

Arm  in  arm  the  director  walked  to  the  pro- 
jection room  with  Pola  that  evening.  The 
day's  work  was  to  be  run.  Side  by  side  they 
sat.    The  room  darkened.    The  picture  began. 

OUDDEXLY  in  the  distance,  a  storm  was 
^heard  approaching.  In  the  midst  of  a  scene 
the  wind  howled  and  moaned.  Thunder  crashed 
over-head.  Strains  of  wild  gypsy  music  filled 
the  air.  Pola  looked  at  Stein.  Stein  looked  at 
Pola.     "What  iss?"  he  gasped. 

Suddenly  two  voices  rang  out. 

"  Don't  you  yell  like  diss  at  me,"  one  voice 

"  I  will  yell  all  I  want  to,"  shrieked  another. 

It  was  their  quarrel  reproduced  by  sound. 
The  boys  had  opened  the  "mike"  and  doctored 
up  the  scene  with  sound  effects. 

Pola  rocked  with  laughter  the  day  she  told 
me  about  it.  She  pronounced  it  the  best  joke 
on  herself  she  had  ever  heard.  "Oh,  I  was  in 
such  a  temper,"  she  smiled.  She  loved  it  all. 
Especially  the  temper.  Quick  to  laugh  at  her- 
self, she  is  just  as  quick  to  admit  mistakes. 

"  You  were  tight.  I  was  wrong,"  she  admits. 
Humbly.  And  means  it.  There  is  something 
tremendous  about  this  Pola. 

Her  old  servants  were  waiting  to  meet  her 
when  she  returned.  "I  want  them  all  back," 
she  said.  "  I  want  Frank  who  drives  so  well 
and  Doris  who  combs  the  hair  and  'Gumpsy.' 
My  beloved  'Gumpsy!'  "  And  they  were  all 
waiting,  eager  to  see  her,  be  with  her  again. 
Especially  "Gumpsy!'' 



Mrs.  Grundstrom,  a  kindly,  dignified  woman 
who  worked  in  the  wardrobe  department  at 
Paramount,  has  probably  been  closer,  nearer  to 
Pola  than  anyone  in  Hollywood.  The  very 
first  day  Pola  worked  on  an  American  set,  six 
years  ago  it  was  Mrs.  Grundstrom  who  came 
down  to  sew  on  a  shoulder  strap. 

"  Xo  one  could  understand  a  thing  she  said," 
Mrs.  Grundstrom  said.  "But  I  seemed  to 
understand  everything.  We  sort  of  liked  each 
other  right  off.  So  she  asked  that  I  stay  with 
her  on  the  set  to  look  after  her  wardrobe  and 
jewels.  And  I  have  been  with  her  on  every 
picture  she  has  made  in  America  since." 

She  talked,  that  quiet  middle-aged  woman, 
of  this  strange,  exotic  woman.  Her  fingers, 
worn  with  years  of  service,  traced  the  pattern' 
of  the  table  cover.  Slowly  she  raised  her  faded 
blue  eyes,  filled  with  tears.  "I  love  her,"  she 
said,  "as  if  she  were  my  own  daughter." 

Which  sends  a  body  wrandering  out  into  the 
sunshine  with  a  mind  full  of  confusion.  A 
whole  parade  of  Polas  passes  by.  A  Pola  of 
famous  love  affairs.  A  Pola  of  tantrums.  A 
child-like  Pola.  Pola,  the  princess.  And 
through  it  all  echoes  the  sincere  words  of  a 
sincere  woman,  "I  love  her  as  I  would  a 

And  suddenly,  for  no  reason  at  all,  one  has  a 
sudden-vision  of  Pola  at  the  conclusion  of  her 
tirst  day's  work  in  "A  Woman  Commands." 

Everyone  was  ready  to  go  home. 

Suddenly,  Pola  let  out  a  scream.  "My  pig. 
My  pig,"  she  yelled. 

The  director  looked  from  one  to  another  for 
explanation.    But  everyone  looked  blank. 

"My  pig.  my  pig,  where  is  he?"  she  cried. 
Storm  clouds  were  gathering.  The  director 
stepped  forward.  "Who,"  he  demanded,  look- 
ing accusingly  at  everyone,  "has  Pola's  pig?" 

"  Xo,  no.  no,"  wept  Pola.  "It  wasn't  even 
here,  my  little  pig." 

It  was  Mrs.  Grundstrom  who  explained. 

In  the  old  days,  at  the  beginning  of  every 

picture,  a  tiny  pig  was  always  brought  on  to 
Pola's  set.  It  brought  good  luck,  she  thought. 
And  now  the  pig  had  been  forgotten. 

But,  presently,  she  was  all  smiles  again.  She 
had  enjoyed  herself  immensely.  And,  after  all, 
what  did  a  little  pig  matter? 

That  Hollywood  should  be  surprised  at  her 
delightful  singing  in  her  picture  is — well,  it's 
beyond  her.  Hollywood,  or  any  place  for  that 
matter,  should  be  surprised  at  anything  Pola 
couldn't  do.  Her  egotism  is  the  frankest,  most 
unadulterated  variety  ever  seen  in  a  town  pol- 
luted with  ego.  But  Pola  is  honest  in  hers. 
Honest  and  frank.      She   knows  she's  good. 

She's  been  places,  this  woman.  Places 
people  have  dreamed  of.  And  not  only  has  she 
been  there  she  has  lived  there.  In  a  chateau 
near  Paris.  A  villa  on  the  Riviera,  a  war-torn 
Warsaw.  And  she's  seen  people.  Famous, 
charming  people.  And  not  only  has  she  seen 
them,  she  knows  them.    Intimately. 

SHE'S  exotic,  alluring,  and  certainly  not  un- 
derstandable. There  is  too  much  of  Pola 
for  one  woman.  So  she  is  two  or  three  women. 
There  are  two  or  three  Polas. 

I  would  rather  have  a  ticket  for  a  matinee  in 
Pola's  dressing-room,  to  watch  her  sweep 
grandly  across  the  room,  or  to  work  herself  up 
to  a  gorgeous  emotional  outburst,  or  murmur 
about  past  loves,  to  watch  her  reduce  to  a  pulp 
all  Hollywood's  cultural  aspirants  with  her  new 
talk  on  foreign  intrigue — yes,  I  would  rathei 
have  a  balcony-  seat  at  the  performance  of  Pola 
Negri,  than  a  box  at  the  finest  symphony 
concert.     Xothing  I  have  ever  seen  equals  it. 

But  I  think  I  like  even  better,  the  naive,  half 
Polish,  half  gypsy  girl,  who  stands  on  the  side 
lines,  jostled  by  the  crowd  of  onlookers,  to 
watch  a  strange  and  gorgeous  woman  pas?  by. 

A  Pola  who  frankly  nudges  her  nearest  neigh- 
bor and  asks,  her  eyes  shining  with  admiration, 
"Isn't  she  grand?    Isn't  she  just  wonderful?" 

Yes.  I  think  I  like  that  Pola  even  better. 

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Short   Subjects 
of  the  Month 

These  three  pretty  girls  looked  like  princesses.     That's 

how  the  trouble  (and  the  fun)  began.    From  "Queenie  of 

Hollywood,"  an  amusing  short  reviewed  below 


Quccnie,  a  small  bull  dog,  is  the  cause  of  the 
hilarity  in  this  comedy.  Quccnie  herself  isn't 
funny  but  her  name  gives  three  prospective 
hotel  chambermaids  a  chance  to  masquerade  as 
royalty.    Entertaining. 

Warner-  Vitaphone 
Two  comics  named  Hugh  Cameron  and  Dave 
Chasen  burlesque  all  the  travelogue  movies 
ever  made  in  a  snappy  short  that  is  full  of 
pleasant  chuckles  and  more  robust  laughter. 
Good  stuff. 


Fox  Movietone 
This  is  what  the  romances  don't  tell  you 
about  the  Foreign  Legion.  Here,  in  a  fascinat- 
ing short,  you  see  them  building  railroads 
across  the  desert  and  doing  other  tough  jobs. 
Don't  miss  this. 


"Who  threw  the  pie?"  is  the  burning  ques- 
tion in  this  great  mystery  thriller,  a  farce  that 
pokes  fun  at  all  current  mystery  dramas  and 
has  all  the  flavor  of  old  pie-hurling  Sennett 

Tiffany  Prod. 
Those  funny  monkeys — well,  chimpanzees, 
if  you  prefer — get  together  for  a  big  burlesque 
of  "Skippy."  There  have  been  better  ones  in 
this  series  but  you'll  get  your  share  of  laughs, 


Educalional-Brown-N  agel 
Said  to  be  the  only  time  a  camera  has  ever 
been  admitted  to  a  real  harem,  this  is  not  as 

startling  as  its  title.  Some  harem  ladies  and 
beautiful  scenery  in  color  provide  the  only 


When  you  see  this,  you'll  be  glad  you're  not 
a  pearl  diver.  Those  boys  have  their  troubles, 
too.  There's  some  exciting  stuff  you  won't 
forget,  particularly  the  battles  with  the  devil- 



Clark  and  McCullough  become  insurance 
agents,  out  to  sign  up  a  wealthy  but  tough  cus- 
tomer. The  gags  were  old  when  the  Wright 
Brothers  were  new  at  flying,  but  there  are 
laughs  in  the  old  wheezes  yet.  Some  good,  old- 
fashioned  slapstick,  too. 



A  good  Eddie  Buzzell  novelty  with  a  collegi- 
ate background.  Buzzell's  voice  is  the  only 
one  heard.  He  tells  the  football  story  as  a 
radio  announcer.    It's  very  funny. 


Tiffany  Prod. 

If  every  masculine  football  fan  took  his  best 
girl  to  see  this  there  wouldn't  be  so  many  dumb 
questions  asked.  Coach  Howard  Jones  shows 
you  what  is  meant  by  an  "off-side"  play,  why 
"holding"  is  illegal  and  several  more  good 


Educational-Brown-N  agel 

A  treat  for  dog  lovers.  You'll  see  some  of 
the  rare  blue-bloods  of  dogdom — and  there  is 
a  greyhound  race  that  has  it  all  over  a  horse 
race  for  speed  and  excitement.  You'll  not  find 
the  actors  camera-conscious! 

Help  Nature 
to  help  you 


The  "colds"  season  is  now  on.  Now, 
more  than  ever,  it  is  important  to 
keep  "regular."  The  doctor  will  tell 
you  that  keeping  the  system  thor- 
oughly cleansed  is  most  important  in 
the  avoidance  of  colds. 

To  cure  a  cold  is  the  doctor's  business.  No 
laxative  can  do  that.  But  a  mild,  gentle  laxa- 
tive can  do  much  to  keep  your  resistance  up  by 
"keeping  your  system  open."  In  fact,  the  first 
question  the  doctor  is  apt  to  ask  when  you  have 
a  cold  is  whether  your  bowels  are  "regular." 

The  doctor  will  recommend  a  laxative  such 
as  Ex-Lax.  For  Ex-Lax  is  so  effective — so 
gentle  and  safe — it  simply  helps  Nature. 

What  doctors  demand 

It's  important,  doctors  say,  that  a  laxative 
shouldn't  be  absorbed  by  the  system,  and  that 
it   should   limit  its   action   to  the  intestines. 

It  should  not  rush  food  through  the  stomach, 
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over-stimulate  and  irritate  the  intestines,  thus 
weakening  the  natural  functions.  It  should  not 
gripe.  And  it  should  not  be  habit-forming. 

Ex-Lax  actually  checks  on  each  of  these 
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That's  why  leading  physicians  everywhere 
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Hollywood's  Cruelties  to  Greta  Garbo 

[CONTIKl  ED  l  BOU  PACE  29 

while  he  was  there.  lie  demanded  that  Stiller 
leave.  When  Stiller  did  not  go,  Jack  went  to 
the  Beverly  Hills  police  and  demanded  that  he 
he  thrown  out.  We  (an  never  know  exactly 
what  happened  hut  when  the  police  arrived, 
Jack  was  the  one  taken  to  the  station.  It  would 
seem  that  Greta  had  decided  in  favor  of  her 
European  benefactor.  Hut  whether  it  was  her 
decision  or  not,  her  cmharrassment  and  chagrin 
must  have  been  nearly  unbearable. 

Winn  Greta  Garbo  arrived  in  Hollywood, 
the  $250  a  week  must  have  seemed  a  fortune. 
By  the  time  she  had  finished  "  Love"  with  Jack 
Gilbert,  she  went  on  strike  for  more  money,  un- 
doubtedly at  his  suggestion  or,  at  least,  as  a 
result  of  his  political  tutoring.  Jack  brought 
his  manager,  Harry  Islington,  a  shrewd  trader 
with  studios,  to  her.  Under  the  instructions  of 
these  two  old  hands  at  Hollywood's  political 
roulette,  she  went  home.  For  seven  long 
months  she  remained  hidden. 

STUDIOS  do  not  make  large  sums  of  money 
on  stars  who  receive  thousands  weekly;  they 
would  have  made  a  fortune  great  enough  to 
erase  the  possible  deficit  of  other  products  for 
many  years  if  they  could  have  continued  to 
play  Greta  Garbo  for  a  few  hundred  dollars 
weekly.  By  this  time,  with  the  release  of  "The 
Temptress,"  "  Mesh  and  the  Devil,"  and 
"Love,"  she  was  an  international  sensation. 
Harry  Edington  and  Jack  Gilbert  knew  it  was 
time  for  her  to  cash  in  on  it;  the  studio  knew  it 
was  time  for  them  to  do  the  same.  She  was 
torn  between  the  two,  but  since  the  studio  had 
laughed  while  Jack  had  befriended,  and  since 
Mr.  Edington  was  a  friend  of  Jack,  she  natu- 
rally accepted  the  advice  of  the  latter. 

The  studio  knew,  by  now,  how  she  detested 
personal-life  publicity.  They  knew  she  still 
had  the  European  idea  that  what  she  did  on 
the  screen  was  all  that  was  important  to  the 
public.  You  remember  the  deluge  of  stories 
that  appeared  telling  of  her  temperament;  of 
such  remarks  as  ''I  tank  I  go  home";  of  her 
refusal  to  work  in  harmony  on  productions,  etc. 
She  read  them  and  tried  to  understand;  she 

She  told  me  that  she  packed  her  trunk  more 
than  once  and  that  only  the  restraining  hands 
of  Jack  Gilbert  and  Mr.  Edington  kept  her 
from  returning  to  Europe. 

Now,  she  had  three  people  to  whom  she  must 
be  loyal.  When  her  manager  secured  her  a  new 
salary  at  ten  times  the  amount  of  the  original 
one,  her  gratitude  was  as  great  to  him,  at  that 
time,  as  it  was  to  Jack  Gilbert.  I  know  this, 
because  Harry  I'.dington  secured  me  the  inter- 
views for  the  life  story.  The  studio  did  not 
even  know  that  1  had  written  it.  She  did  not 
wish  to  have  it  printed.  But  when  the  man 
who  had  won  her  a  new  contract  and  a  fortune 
asked  her  to  see  me,  she  could  not  refuse.  She 
consented  to  talk  about  herself,  something  she 
really  detested,  out  of  gratitude  to  a  new  bene- 

■"THERE  was  another  influence  in  Greta 
■*■  Garbo's  life  during  this  period  of  which  no 
one   has  spoken. 

Lon  Chancy! 

Lon,  too,  was  shrewd  in  discerning  talent  and 
he  was  always  kind  to  the  harassed.  He  spent 
many  hours  with  her  while  she  was  making  her 
first  pictures.  And  he  gave  her  his  opinions  on 
this  weird,  unparalleled  business.  He  had  built 
his  success  upon  mystery.  He  advised  her  to 
do  the  same.  "  If  you  let  them  know  too  much 
a  I  iiiu  I  you,  they  will  lose  interest,"  he  admon- 
ished again  and  again. 

His  advice  was  identical  with  that'  of  Jack 
Gilbert  and  later  of  Harry  Edington.  She  dis- 
covered that  all  three  men.  Gilbert,  Kdington 
and   Chancy,  agreed.     And  since  their  views 


coincided  exactly  with  the  true  desires  of  her 
retiring,  peasant-like  nature,  she  followed  it. 

In  the  meantime,  Hollywood  had  surrepti- 
tiously commenced  to  build  its  torture  rack  for 
her.  \\  henever  a  new  star  Hashes,  meteor-like, 
on  the  Hollywood  horizon,  she  is  eyed  criti- 
cally, jealously,  even  distastefully.  That  is  to 
be  expected. 

When  Greta's  and  Jack's  glamorous  com- 
panionship was  at  its  height,  she  went  to  many 
parties.  That  was  to  please  Jack  Gilbert,  not 
Greta  Garbo.  Jack's  appearance  at  a  party 
was  no  longer  an  event  for  either  Hollywood  or 
the  newspapers.  He  had  been  here  too  long. 
Hut  Jack's  appearance  with  Greta  Garbo,  this 
glamorous  new  contender  for  worship — ah, 
that  was  an  occasion! 

Her  native  sensitiveness  was  enhanced  a 
thousandfold  by  the  critical  attitude  already 

Listen  here,  Garbo,  leave  well 
enough  alone.  You  started  the  Em- 
press Eugenie  hat  vogue.  Aren't  you 
satisfied?  Now  Greta's  wearing  this 
chapeau  in  "Mata  Hari"  and  it  will 
probably  start  a  new  fad.  Looks  swell 
on  Greta — but  what  about  the  rest  of 
the  girls?  And  think  of  the  poor 
milliners  working  their  fingers  to 
the  bone ! 

evinced  toward  her.  She  felt  herself  the  focus 
of  all  eyes.  She  feared  her  every  move  would 
be  chronicled  in  the  newspapers.    It  was! 

What  gossip  she  did  not  actually  hear,  she 
suspected.  In  Europe  she  had  lived  in  com- 
parative obscurity;  here,  she  was  like  a  huge, 
newly-erected  electric  sign — ogled  at  by  a 
gaping  public.  She  decided  to  forego  all  parties 
and  social  gatherings  exactly  as  she  had  dis- 
carded interviewers.  Even  Mary  Pickford  ,the 
queen  dictator  of  Hollywood  society,  could  not 
persuade  Garbo  to  come  from  her  seclusion. 
Necessarily,  hostesses  did  not  understand. 
Neither  did  guests.  They  joined  the  horde 
helping  to  erect  the  scaffold  of  persecution. 

And  then  came  the  writers! 

No  spy  in  a  foreign  country,  under  war  con- 
ditions, has  been  more  thoroughly  shadowed 
than  Garbo  has  been  by  Hollywood's  writing 
sleuths.  The  lengths  to  which  some  of  them 
have  gone  are  almost  incredible. 

One  man  camped  before  her  gate.  He  waited 
patiently.  One  evening  his  opportunity  came. 
She  was  learning  to  drive  her  car.    She  backed 

from  her  driveway  crookedly,  hesitatingly. 
The  man  jumped  upon  the  running  board  and 
so  startled  her  that,  had  another  car  been  com- 
ing, there  would  assuredly  have  been  a  wreck. 
She  said  one  word:  "Damn!''  jerked  forward 
with  such  vigor  that  she  threw  him  from  the 
running  board,  and  drove  zigzaggedly  down 
the  street.  Her  maid,  Alma,  who  has  attended 
her  at  the  studio  since  she  became  important 
enough  to  have  a  maid,  jumped  in  while  the 
ear  was  rounding  the  nearby  corner.  A  story 
called  "A  One  Word  Interview"  resulted. 

rT"HEN,  there  was  the  woman  writer  who  had 
■*-  married  a  Swede.  She  felt  this  should  estab- 
lish a  bond  between  herself  and  Garbo.  She  had 
interviewed  Greta  several  times  in  the  earlier 
days.  Miss  Garbo  is  as  polite  as  she  is  sensitive. 
Just  as  she  had  told  me  to  come  back  and  see 
her,  so  she  told  this  writer.  When  the  writer 
called  to  see  Garbo  at  Metro,  a  publicity  man 
went  to  the  set.  Miss  Garbo  was  not  there. 
Hoping  to  avoid  a  refusal  from  Greta  which 
might  offend  the  writer,  he  reported  she  was 
not  on  the  lot. 

But  by  a  perversity  of  Fate,  Garbo  passed  in 
her  car,  not  ten  minutes  later,  going  from  her 
dressing-room  to  the  set. 

The  writer  was  furious,  claiming  she  had 
been  double-crossed,  and  insisted  that  Miss 
Garbo  was  coming  to  her  house  for  dinner  the 
next  evening.  The  publicity  man  returned  to 
Miss  Garbo.  Greta's  words  were  to  this  effect: 
"What  shall  I  do?  She  is  a  writer.  If  I  see 
her,  I  must  see  the  others.  I  cannot  show  par- 
tiality. Xo,  I  did  not  promise  to  go  to  her 
house  to  dinner.  I  do  not  know  her  well 
enough.  I  do  not  dine  with  people  whom  I  do 
not  know  well,  not  even  my  countrymen.  But 
I  do  not  wish  to  hurt  her  feelings.  Please  make 
some  excuse  so  she  will  not  be  offended." 

The  publicity  man  tried  to  be  tactful.  But 
the  writer,  who  had  brought  a  third  person  to 
introduce  to  the  "great  Garbo,"  was  furious. 
She  telephoned  Greta  at  her  home.  Greta 
would  not  talk  to  her.  So  this  writer  joined  the 
belligerent  herd  as  I  myself  had  joined  it  and 
for  practically  the  same  reason. 

Which  is  the  main  reason  why  she  has  so  few 
friends.  She  liked  Fifi  Dorsay.  Fifi  was 
young,  impulsive,  unable  to  understand  upon 
such  a  brief  acquaintance  the  reasons  for 
Garbo's  reticence.  In  fact  she  was  incapable, 
because  of  the  differences  between  the  French 
and  Swedish  natures,  of  comprehending  at  all 
the  complex  motives  for  Garbo's  silence;  she 
gabbled  all  she  knew.  Libyan  Tashman  also 
talked  during  their  brief  friendship.  There 
were  others.  So  she  cut  friendship  from  her 
life  as  she  had  cut  interviews  and  social  gather- 
ings. _ 

I  wish  to  give  you  just  one  more  example  of 
how  writers  have  hounded  the  woman,  because 
it  is  illuminating  of  her  nature  and  has  not  been 
told,  before,  in  its  entirety. 

WHEN  Jack  Gilbert  married  Ina  Claire, 
Hollywood  took  it  for  granted  that  Greta 
Garbo  was  broken-hearted.  One  paper  carried 
a  headline,  Garbo  Collapses  As  Gilbert  Marries, 
and  immediately  beneath,  another:  Beauty 
Tries  To  End  Her  Life.  They  were  two 
separate  stories.  But  it  looked  as  though 
Garbo  had  attempted  suicide  and,  since  many 
failed  to  read  both  stories,  it  was  generally 
taken  for  granted  that  this  was  the  case.  This 
thoroughly  alarmed  Garbo.  It  was  definitely 
detrimental  to  her  career  to  be  reported  near 
death.  As  for  her  being  broken-hearted  I  think 
that  Greta  was  secretly  glad  that  there  was 
another  woman. 

We  all  know  there  has  been  a  break  between 
Greta  Garbo  and  one  of  her  most  successful 
directors,  Clarence  Brown.     But  I  think  the 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

original  break  between  the  two  came  from  a 
cause  which  no  one  suspects.  Dorothy  Sebas- 
tian played  in  one  of  her  pictures  directed  by 
Brown.  The  Sebastian-Brown  romance  was  at 
its  height.  Just  as  Antonio  Moreno  had 
suspected  Stiller  was  favoring  Garbo,  she 
supposed  Brown  might  favor  Dorothy.  She 
utilized  some  of  the  political  technique  she  had 
learned  by  watching  it  used  upon  herself. 

IT  was  in  the  silent  days  and  the  orchestra 
was  playing  music  to  help  Dorothy  in  her 
scenes.  Garbo  said  she  could  not  stand  the 
music.  No  matter  what  the  orchestra  played, 
she  could  not  stand  it !  She  broke  up  Dorothy's 
scenes  again  and  again.  The  director  raved. 
Garbo  paid  no  attention.  For  once,  she  had 
someone  else  on  the  defensive  and  was  humanly 
taking  advantage  of  it. 

But  this  is  an  unusual  case.  As  a  rule,  the 
people  working  with  her  ardently  adore  her. 
Ramon  Novarro  is,  today,  completely  cap- 
tivated. He,  together  with  Clark  Gable,  Gavin 
Gordon,  Robert  Montgomery  and  others 
acclaim  her  as  more  than  generous  in  her 
anxiety  that  they  have  a  fair  opportunity  in 
her  pictures. 

I  have  never  been  able  to  locate  one  (and  I 
have  talked  to  literally  hundreds  who  have 
worked  with  Garbo)  who  classifies  her  as  tem- 
peramental. They  all  protest  that  she  never 
raises  her  voice,  never  allows  herself  to  become 
agitated  over  big  or  little  troubles.  True,  she 
fights  for  her  rights,  herself,  today,  as  formerly 
Mauritz  Stiller,  John  Gilbert,  Harry  Edington 

and  Lon  Chancy  fought  for  her.  But  she  does 
it  quietly,  with  assured  firmness. 

Lonely?  Certainly!  How  could  a  woman  of 
any  country,  in  her  isolated  position,  be  any- 
thing but  lonely? 

Unhappy?  Happiness  is  a  matter  of  per- 
sonal ratio.  Greta  Garbo  is  not  exuberantly, 
joyously  happy.  Few  of  us  are.  She  is  not 
even  contented  in  the  usual  sense  of  that  word. 
But  she  has  acquired  a  certain  amount  of 

Writers  are  busy  right  now  getting  her  out  of 
this  country.  They  prophesy  she  will  return 
to  Europe  at  the  completion  of  her  present  con- 
tract. And  yet,  she  has  just  decided  to  buy  a 
home!  She  has  actually  just  concluded  to 
remain  in  California. 

Her  reason  is  simple.  She  is  accustomed, 
now,  to  the  burdens  of  her  adopted  location. 
She  has  become  acclimated  to  California  and 
could  never  become  acclimated  to  the  Sweden 
which  would  confront  her  today. 

TIJOLLYWOOD  has  killed  the  spirit  of  many 
■*-  -Malented  people  but  it  has  been  unable  to 
kill  the  spirit  of  Greta  Garbo.  Not  even  poor 
stories  for  her  pictures  have  been  able  to  do  it. 
That,  like  everything  else  about  her,  is  un- 
precedented. "Inspiration"  was  not  a  very 
good  picture.  It  hurt  Robert  Montgomery.  It 
did  not  hurt  Greta  Garbo.  Just  to  watch  her, 
in  good  pictures  or  poor,  seems  to  be  reward 
enough  for  box-office  patrons. 

We  must  all  pay  some  penalties  for  our 
glories.     Garbo  has  paid,  and  paid,  and  paid. 

Ah,  another  picture  scandal.  Nicholas  Schenck,  president  of  the  Metro- 
Goldwyn-Mayer  company,  threatens  to  sue  his  Great  Neck,  Long  Island, 
neighbor,  Tommie  Meighan,  for  alienation  of  affection.  Every  time 
Tommie  goes  to  Hollywood  to  make  a  picture,  little  Martha  Schenck  is 
broken-hearted  until  Uncle  Tom  returns.  We  would  say  this  picture  is 
prima  facie  evidence 


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The  Unknown  Hollywood  I  Know 

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what  she  wanted  from  men,  give  them  all  a 
fifty-yard  handicap  and  win  in  a  walk. 

Whether  she  knew  her  power  or  not  I  do  not 
know.  But  she  got  what  she  wanted  and  all 
she  had  to  do  to  secure  the  biggest  salary  from 
an  executive,  or  a  new  cover  for  her  dressing- 
table  from  the  prop  boy,  was  to  ask  for  it  in  her 
gentle  voice. 

There  was  but  one  man  who  did  not  come 
under  her  spell.  That  was  Jack  Gilbert.  He 
worked  with  her.  Jack  played  the  bounding, 
lusty  Rudolph  to  Lillian's  wan  Mimi  in  "La 
Boheme."  On  the  set  these  two  personalities 
clashed  like  cymbals  in  a  symphony  orchestra. 

JACK  is  emotional.  And  he  trusts  his  emo- 
tions entirely  for  his  art's  sake.  When  he 
fails  to  listen  to  them  he's  wrong.  With 
rehearsals  he  had  no  patience.  The  first  time 
he  did  a  scene  was  always  best.  He  ch; 
out  a  character  with  a  heavy  mallet,  he  painted 
bold  strokes  upon  the  canvas  of  the  silver 
screen.  This  is,  of  course,  one  of  the  reasons 
for  his  first  failure  in  the  talkies. 

But  Lillian  is  an  artist,  a  craftsman.  Her 
performance  is  like  a  fine  Italian  mosaic,  each 
tiny  piece  of  her  art  laid  carefully  by  another 
tiny  piece.  She  never  trusts  her  emotions.  In- 
stead it  is  her  intellect  that  guides  her.  In  fact, 
even  in  those  silent  days  when  everybody  em- 
ployed music  on  the  sets  to  "get  in  the  mood," 
Lillian  refused  the  wail  of  an  orchestra  because 
it  played  upon  her  emotions  and  confused  her 
so  that  she  did  not  know  when  she  was  really 
giving  to  the  camera  or  merely  reacting,  inside, 
to  the  music. 

She  loved  to  rehearse,  and  the  thirty-sixth 
time  she  played  a  scene  was  thirty-six  times 
better  than  the  first — so  craftily  did  she  build 
her  characters.  So  it  is  easy  to  see  what  an 
unhappy  cinema  union  was  Jack's  and  Lillian's. 
Jack  was  worn  and  cross  by  the  fifth  rehearsal, 
just  as  Lillian  was  beginning  to  get  it.  He 
would  come  off  the  set  exhausted  and  throw 
himself  prone  upon  his  dressing-room  couch. 

The  picture  was  finished  at  last.  It  was  pre- 
viewed and,  although  it  was  a  passionate  love 
story,  there  was  not  a  single  kiss  in  it.  This 
was  Lillian's  wish.  But  a  friend  of  hers,  in 
whom  she  put  much  confidence,  told  her  it  was 
impossible  to  have  an  ethereal  love  between 
Rudolph  and  Mimi.  There  simply  must  be 
kisses ! 

Grim  and  determined,  Lillian  walked  on  the 
set  for  retakes  the  next  day.  Grim  and  deter- 
mined, she  kissed  the  then  great  lover  of  the 
films.  She  kissed  him  again  and  again  for  the 
camera  and  left  the  set,  still  grim  and  deter- 
mined, saying,  "L'gh,  I  feel  degraded." 

But  I  do  not  want  you  to  get  the  impression 
that  Lillian  Gish  was  not  human.  In  fact,  that 
is  one  of  the  many  misconceptions  about  her. 

Wither  her  sweetness  nor  the  demure  atti- 
tude she  assumes  is  a  pose.  She  is  really  that 
sort  of  person,  a  gentle,  calm,  ladylike  creature, 
but  withal  a  real  person.  It's  the  look  of  her 
that  sends  people  off  into  moronic  ravings  and 
makes  those  who  come  before  her  presence  talk 
in  platitudes. 

T  RLM  LM  BER  that  she  used  to  ask  me  about 
■*■  the  other  players  on  the  lot,  from  whom  she 
-hut  off,  not  by  herself  but  by  their 
attitude  toward  her.  I  decided  that  if  .Miss 
Lillian  and  I  were  to  be  friends  my  only  course 
was  to  act  myself.  She  liked  to  hear  the  gossip 
of  the  studio — not  the  vicious  scandal,  perhaps, 
but  certainly  the  chatty  day's  news.  And  she 
always  wanted  to  be  like  other  people,  which 
she  really  was  when  anybody  gave  her  the 

She  told  mc  once  that  she  was  going  on  a  trip 
to  Xew  York  and  in  Chicago  she  would  see  a 
lot  of  newspaper  people.     Quite  seriously  she 


asked,  '"Do  you  think  I  should  serve  them 
cocktails?"  Although  she,  herself,  did  not 
drink  she  was  perfectly  willing  to  serve  liquor 
if  it  were  expected  of  her. 

She  had  no  desire  to  shut  herself  off  from  the 
world.  She  simply  got  shut  off  because  of  her 
angelic  face  and  dignified  manner.  Certainly 
she  was  not  a  '"jazz  baby"  nor  did  she  fit  into 
the  lusty  Hollywood  scene.  But,  by  the  same 
token,  she  was  not  '"what  men  think  women 
are  before  they  know  they  have  bodies." 

Some  years  after  she  left  M-G-M,  she  came 
back  to  Hollywood  on  a  visit  and  looked  me  up. 
She  was  stopping  with  her  great  friend,  Mary 
Pickford,  and  she  came  for  me  in  Mary's  Ford. 
It  was  the  first  of  the  new  ones — remember 
when  they  came  out?     We  drove  to  a  little 

Meet  Miss  Patricia  Kirkland,  aged 

six    years.       Nancy    Carroll    is    her 

mother  and  Jack  Kirkland — Nancy's 

ex-husband — her  daddy 

restaurant  for  tea  and  Lillian  parked  the  car  in 
front.  When  we  came  out  a  crowd  had 
gathered  around  it,  for  it  was  the  first  one  in 
town.  So  interested  were  the  people  in  the 
Ford  that  they  did  not  notice  the  obscure  little 
person  who  climbed  into  the  driver's  seat.  Be- 
cause of  her  un-actress-like  appearance  Lillian 
is  seldom  recognized. 

CHE  had  trouble  starting.  The  thing  choked 
'-'and  wouldn't  budge.  The  people  laughed  and 
so  did  she.  At  last  a  man  gave  us  a  push  and 
we  started  with  a  violent  chug.  Lillian  waved 
and  smiled  and,  in  a  cloud  of  dust,  we  drove 

The  duty  of  the  publicity  department  was  to 
get  pictures  and  copy  about  actors  and  act  • 
into  the  papers  and  keep  the  scandal  out. 
Pictures  were  considered  the  more  valuable 
publicity  and  we  did  anything  for  'Teg  art,"  as 
it  was  called.  The  newer  girls  were  better  for 
this,  since  they  had  more  time  and  would  do 
more  things. 

Once  I  doped  out  the  idea  of  saying  that  a 
silk  stocking  had  been  treated  with  some  acid 
and  been  so  highly  sensitized  that  a  photograph 
could  be  printed  upon  it.  Of  course,  we  didn't 
really  do  it.  It  would  have  been  too  costly  an 
experiment.  We  simply  cut  out  a  boy's  photo- 
graph, pasted  it  on  Kstelle  Clark's  shinbone 
and  pulled  a  silk  stocking  over  it.  It  gave  the 
same  effect  in  the  photograph.  Estelle  smiled 
into  the  camera  and  the  "still"  was  used  in 
hundreds  of  newspapers. 

Gwen  Lee  was  one  of  the  best  girls  for  pub- 
licity posing.  Only  once  did  she  rebel.  I'd 
seen  a  news  dispatch  from  Paris  saying  that 
women  were  wearing  rings  in  their  nose>  I 
suggested  that  Gwen  have  a  picture  taken  with 
a  ring  in  her  nose  to  show  what  it  would  look 

She  fixed  me  with  a  steely  gaze,  arms  akimbo, 
and  said,  "Now  see  here,  Katherine,  I've  done 
even-thing  you've  asked  me  to  do.  I've  had 
my  sweetheart's  picture  on  my  shoe  buckles, 
my  left  shoulder  and  my  handkerchief.  I've 
dangled  pearls  and  purses  and  powder  puffs 
from  my  garters.  I've  painted  my  fingernails 
bright  green  and  worn  gold  parrots  in  the  hoops 
of  my  earrings.  I've  kept  a  powder  compact  in 
the  heel  of  my  shoe  and  had  a  butterfly  painted 
on  my  back.  I've  done  even-thing  you  wanted 
me  to  do  for  that  publicity  camera.  But  I'll 
quit  before  I'll  wear  a  ring  in  my  nose!  ' 

TTHE  greatest  poseuse  on  the  lot  was  that 
■*■  authority  on  the  grande  passion  e.xqui  — 
Elinor  Glyn.  She  was.  at  the  time,  supervising 
her  own  stories  and  wearing  green  turbans  and 
yellow  scarfs.  She  vibrated  to  yellow,  she  said. 
Always  accompanied  by  a  very  young  and  very 
attractive  Englishman,  her  manager,  she  used 
to  appear  on  the  sets  and  squint  with  delight  at 
the  love  scenes  she  saw  enacted. 

"Three  Weeks"  was  one  of  her  epics.  She 
chose  Aileen  Pringle  and  Conrad  Xagel  as  the 
leads.  Xagel,  of  course,  played  Paul.  You  can 
imagine  that  the  personalities  of  the  mystic 
Glyn  and  the  practical  Conrad  were  at  con- 
stant war.  Glyn  said  Conrad  had  •'It," 
dressed  him  up  in  tight  uniforms  and  had  him 
grow  a  mustache.  X'ot  satisfied  with  these  in- 
dignities, she  looked  at  him  one  day  and  said, 
"Mr.  Xagel,  your  ears  stand  out." 

-  >  they  do,"  said  Conrad,  "should  they  be 

"But  Paul's  ears  mustn't  stand  out."  Her 
ingenious  brain  began  to  function.  She  called 
for  adhesive  tape  and.  with  her  own  pale  hands, 
pasted  Conrad's  ears  tight  to  his  head. 

Quite  annoyed,  but  still  trying  to  play  the 
game,  Conrad,  in  tight  uniform  and  ears  laid 
back,  stepped  before  the  camera.  He  looked 
swell.    The  ears  were  elegant.    But  the  lights 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

were  hot  and  the  glue  on  the  adhesive  tape  did 
not  adhere.  In  the  middle  of  the  most  im- 
passioned love  scene  the  stuff  melted  and 
Conrad's  ears  flopped  forward  suddenly! 

After  innumerable  but  distressing  attempts, 
Glyn  gave  up  the  idea  of  Paul  with  flat  ears. 

She  believed  strongly  in  the  power  of  mind 
i  over  matter  and  was  expounding  this  theory 
to  me  one  day.  "Whenever  I  think  something 
about  an  actress  and  she  is  before  the  camera 
she  becomes  as  I  think  her  on  the  screen.  For 
example,  look  at  these  stills  of  Pauline  Starke 
in  my  picture.  Her  cheeks,  as  you  know,  are 
prone  to  be  hollow.  On  this  day  I  was  sitting 
behind  the  camera  visualizing  her  with  a  round 
face,  and  here  you  see  the  proof  of  it.  But, 
here,  you'll  notice  that  her  cheeks  are  hollow. 
I  was  annoyed  with  her  that  day  and  I 
wouldn't  think  right." 

IT  was,  of  course,  simply  a  case  of  camera 
angles.  In  one  picture  Pauline  was  turned  so 
that  the  hollows  did  not  show.  In  the  other 
there  was  a  shadow  and  they  were  apparent. 
But  Glyn  continued,  "Now  I  could  put  you  in 
front  of  a  camera  and  think  of  you  as  a  blonde 
with  blue  eyes  and  when  you  see  the  film  upon 
the  screen  your  hair  would  be  as  light  as  Claire 
Windsor's  and  your  eyes  as  blue  as  heaven." 

I  am  a  decided  brunette  with  black  hair  and 
eyes.  I  said,  "That's  swell.  Mrs.  Glyn,  and  it 
would  make  a  great  publicity  story.  I'll 
get  a  requisition  for  a  camera  and  some  lights 
and  we'll  do  it.  I'll  work  before  the  camera. 
You'll  think  I'm  a  blonde.  Then  we'll  run  the 
film  before  all  the  newspaper  people  and  have 
a  grand  story  when  they  see  me  on  the  screen 
as  a  blonde." 

But  Madame  Glyn  was  busy  just  then  and 
couldn't  take  time  to  transform  me.  I  made 
her  life  a  burden.  Every  day  I  called  her  and 
told  her  I  had  a  cameraman  on  the  test  set  and 
would  be  glad  to  work  out  her  experiment.  But 
every  day  she  was  busy  and  finally  she  wouldn't 
come  to  the  'phone  when  I  called. 

One  of  the  people  whom  we  feared  most  was 
Mae  Murray.  Mae  was  given  the  run  of  the 
lot  because  of  the  gratitude  of  the  greatest  and 
kindest  figure  in  motion  picture  history — the 
late  Marcus  Loew.  Mae  had,  by  making  good 
pictures  cheaply,  pulled  him  out  of  a  financial 
hole  at  the  old  Metro,  years  before.  So  when 
Metro,  Goldwyn  and  Mayer  merged  and  he 
became  head  of  the  entire  organization,  he  sent 
out  word  that  Mae  was  to  have  everything  she 
wanted.  Not  being  on  the  lot  himself,  the 
sweet  soul  did  not  know  what  he  was  doing  to 
us.  When  Mae  called  the  publicity  department 

we  all  went  scurrying  to  her — usually  to  hear  a 
tale  of  woe  couched — oh,  yes,  always — in  the 
most  saccharine  of  words.  She  was  Lady 
Goodness  and  Light  herself,  with  a  forgiving 
smile — that  didn't  forgive. 

Because  her  eyes  photographed  so  light  she 
was  always  surrounded  by  black  flats  for  close- 
ups  and  the  workers  on  her  sets  were  instructed 
to  cover  their  white  shirts  with  black  smocks. 
It  gave  a  funereal  air  to  the  set  which  was 
quickly  dispelled  when  Mac  bounded  on,  leav- 
ing a  wake  of  French  scent  behind  her  as  a  ship 
leaves  ripples  of  water  upon  the  sea. 

Mae  is  not  young,  but  I've  never  seen  any- 
one with  so  much  joic  de  vie,  which  she  turns  on 
and  off  like  an  electric  light.  Everything  was 
"just  too  sweet"  until  someone  did  something 
she  didn't  like.  She  usually  hummed  a 
sprightly  tune  and  Just  Loved  Everybody.  That 
is,  she  loved  everybody  but  a  certain  retoucher 
who  worked  for  the  portrait  photographer. 

MAE,  unlike  any  of  the  others,  had  the  right 
to  okay  all  the  proofs  of  her  photographs. 
One  day  she  sat  for  the  portrait  artist  and  a 
few  days  later  looked  at  the  proofs.  She 
paused  over  one  picture  that  showed  her  face 
cuddled  into  her  right  shoulder.  There  is  a 
dimple  on  Mae's  right  shoulder. 

Mae  stopped  with  a  sniff.  "That,"  she  said, 
pointing  to  the  offending  indentation,  "is  not 
my  dimple."  The  portrait  artist  assured  her 
that  there  wasn't  anybody  who  was  willing  to 
double  for  a  dimple.  And  further  added  that 
the  proof  had  not  been  retouched. 

"Call  the  retoucher,"  said  Mae. 

The  poor  lad  was  called  and  he  knew — hav- 
ing seen  many  leave  the  lot — what  it  meant  to 
incur  Mae's  displeasure.  "  You've  done  things 
to  my  dimple,"  she  accused.  "Why,  my 
dimple  is  round  and  smooth  and  this  thing  here 
on  my  shoulder  looks  like  a  scar.  You — you've 
retouched  my  dimple  and  spoiled  it." 

The  proof  was  torn  to  bits  and  the  retoucher 
went  back  to  his  office  muttering  something 
about  its  being  a  wise  star  who  knows  her  own 
dimple.  But  Mae  Murray's  figure  remains, 
even  after  the  birth  of  her  baby,  and  to  this 
day  is  one  of  the  loveliest  in  Hollywood. 

"When  Miss  Garbo  calls  tell  her  I'm 
out!"  that's  what  Jack  Gilbert  used  to 
say  to  his  secretary.  Why?  Next 
month  I'll  tell  you.  And  I've  plenty 
more  to  tell  about  Jack  and  Greta  as 
well  as  Lon  Chaney,  Lew  Cody,  Aileen 
Pringle,  Joan  Crawford  and  Norma 


Just  as  soon  as  Una  Merkel  finishes  learning  her  lines  Mama  Merkel  is 
going  right  in  the  house  and  cook  some  nice  fried  chicken  and  corn  pone. 
And  Una's  mother  knows  how.  She  wasn't  raised  in  Kentucky  for 
nothing.  When  these  two  Southerners  get  together  bets  are  even  as  to 
which  one  has  the  broadest  accent.    Yes  sun,  honey  chile ! 

/I  STARS  in  the  sky 
«  STARS  or  tlie 
ICHIEF.  .  . 

\mf-    It's  true.  Hollywood  Stars 
M        Prefer  the  Chief — 
Because  it  Speeds 
Across  the  land 
■     Like  a  comet  in  the  sky. 
As  smooth  and  swift 
And  steady. 
And  the  Chief's  service 
Is  something  to  enchant 
*  *  *  The  Screen  Stars 

and  YOU 
Who  love  travel  comfort— 
And  glorious  scenery,- 
And  courteous  atten- 

And  elegant  cuisine. 
Oh!  The  Chief  is   still 
Still  the  fastest,  finest  train 
That  flashes  from  East  to 

West  and  West  to  East. 

The  Chief  will  carry 
Special  Phoenix 
Pullman    this  winter 


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paper  from  old  copies  of  Photoplay,  and 
where  in  actual  life  a  brilliant  spot  of  color 
would  appear  we  find  instead  the  properly 
mhled  head  of  a  picture  star. 

Mr.  Frank  L.  Greseke,  of  Lake  Worth,  Fla., 
who  won  for  this  entry  the  fourth  prize,  S300, 

"I  have  been  married  three  years  and  since 
that  time  we  have  been  working  together  and 
saving  for  a  home  we  can  call  our  own.  If  I  am 
fortunate  enough  to  win  a  capital  prize  we 
shall  use  the  money  for  that  end." 

"A  Chest  of  Miniatures"  was  awarded  the 
fifth  and  last  of  the  larger  prizes,  S200.  This 
entry  was  submitted  by  Mrs.  Lina  R.  Garst,  of 
Auburn,  K.  I.  On  a  series  of  trays — four  in  all 
— are   exhibited   the   beautifully   framed   por- 

traits of  the  stars — all  contained  within  one 
chest.  The  portraits  themselves  are  photo- 
graphed  miniatures.  In  addition,  Mrs.  Garst 
also  submitted  the  strips  of  faces,  as  cut  from 
Photoplay,  neatly  mounted.  She  also  is  a 
home  lover,  for  she  states: 

"My  husband  and  I  are  patiently  striving 
and  looking  forward  to  the  day  we  will  have 
our  own  little  house  which  we  have  been  plan- 
ning ever  since  our  marriage. 

"  I  have  submitted  entries  in  Cut  Picture 
Puzzle  Contests  on  several  occasions.  I  sup- 
pose I  shall  continue  trying  it  every  year." 

We  wish  again  to  emphasize  the  fact  that  in 
awarding  these  five  major,  as  well  as  the  sixty- 
five  other  prizes  of  S25  and  S50,  respectively, 
the  prime  factors  of  accuracy,  neatness,  and 

ingenuity  were  given  first  consideration  by  the 
judges.  There  were,  of  course,  many  hundreds 
of  correct  solutions — many  hundreds  more 
that  were  ingenious,  many  that  were  neat,  but 
the  number  that  could  claim  serious  considera- 
tion for  all  three  requirements  was  limited. 

The  checks  totalling  the  sum  of  $5,000  will 
be  in  the  hands  of  the  seventy  lucky  winners  a 
few  days  before  Christmas.  Photoplay  takes 
this  opportunity  to  offer  them  its  heartiest 

Photoplay  also  wishes  to  remind  those  who 
failed  to  take  a  prize  in  this  eighth  annual  Cut 
Picture  Puzzle  Contest:  Though  you  didn't  win 
this  time,  there  is  another  chance  coming. 
Some  of  you  who  failed  now  won't  fail  next 
time.    Your  luck  must  take  an  upward  turn. 

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Moi.lie  H.  Lamping 

Lucerne  Hotel,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 

A  Country  Road 

Helen  Alhertson 

Vorktown  Heights,  N.  Y. 


Mrs.  Ellen  Stroud 

172  Melrose  Ave.,  Irvington,  N.  J. 

Around  the  World  with  the  Stars 

Magdalin  Ward 

6320  Kenmore  Ave.,  Apt.  No.  306,  Chicago,  111 


Miss  Margaret  Morales 

303  N.  Albany,  Tampa,  Fla. 

Joe  Brown  Caricature 

Margaret  T.  Howell 

112  S.  Milton  Ave.,  Clarendon,  Va. 

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Modernistic  Display 

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Marie  Lewis 

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Gladys  Krafft 

448  W.  Highland,  Sierra  Madre,  Calif. 

Miniature  Theater 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  Stanley  Dembny 

2334  West  Burnham  St.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

Photoplay's  Treasure  of  Screen  Stars 

Mrs.  Jack  J.  Hall 

5218  Labranch,  Houston,  Texas 

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Mr.  E.  R.  Mc  Cory 

2319  3rd,  Spokane,  Wash. 

Photoplay  Puzzle  Display 

Amy  Edith  Iyerson 

3333  Octavia  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

Dream  Mansion 

Chas.  Woodhams 

2318  Wilson  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

Bridge  Table  Covers 

Mrs.  G.  P.  Mursinna 

732  Fn right  Ave.,  Price  Hill,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 

Treasure  Chest  of  Filmland 

Herman  Pseiss 

908  W.  Shiawassee  St.,  Lansing,  Mich. 


Mrs.  Roland  D.  Doane 

1411  Hamilton  St.,  Allentown,  Penna. 


Mrs.  Harold  A.  Speer 

118  E.  Noble  Ave.,  Guthrie,  Okla. 


LeRoy  Westlund 

506  Iglehart  Ave.,  St.  Paul,  Minn. 

Photoplay  Magazine  Medal 

Paitline  Tekesky 

Rice  Branch  Library,  2820  E.  116th  St. 

Cleveland,  Ohio 

A  Sheaf  of  Portraits 

Mary  Snow  Herring 

20  Brentwood  Place,  Fort  Thomas,  Ky. 

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are  grouped  here  in  one  corner  of  the  enormous  room  where  the 

judges  reviewed  the  thousands  of  Contest  entries 


Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 


Mother  Goose  from  Hollywood 

Marie  M.  Meyer 

2836  Lombardy  Court,  Augusta,  Ga. 

A  Make-up  Box 

Mrs.  H.  Krauter 

1314  Glenlake  Ave,  Chicago,  111. 


News  and  Views 

Mrs.  J.  \Y.  Murphy 

Wabash,  Ind. 


Martin  Jacobsen 

912  Peck  Ave.,  Racine,  Wis. 

Sketch  Book 

Hazel  Sixgleterry 

5424  Foothill  Blvd.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

Card  Table 

Kathleen  Sullivan 

143  West  10th  St.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


Norman  E.  Goldberg 

1801  Grand  Ave.,  Racine,  Wis. 

Artist  PaUette 

Laurabelle  Crafts 

1932  Upton  Ave.,  Toledo,  Ohio 

Book  of  Impressions 

Dorothy  Deverell 

305  Highfield  Road,  Baltimore,  Md. 


Olive  Stannard 

P.  O.  Box  No.  827,  Mill  Valley,  Calif. 

Photoplay  Covers 

Mrs.  O.  A.  Fredin 

420  3rd  St.,  N.  W.,  Watertown,  S.  D. 

Star  Gazing 

John  Shambarger  and  Connell  Turpen 

Red  Key,  Ind. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  F.  Druzik 

1029  Warrington  Ave.,  Pittsburgh,  Penna. 


Gladys  Bush 

5406  Park  Ave.,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 


Edgar  Murney 

1319  S.  Main  St.,  Racine,  Wis. 

Gallery  of  Portraits 

Grant  MacDonald 

5  W.  63rd  Street,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


Miss  Georgia  Virginia  Souder 

5  South  Augusta  St.,  Staunton,  Va. 

Family  Album 

Mrs.  E.  F.  Maurer 

3381  North  44th  St.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

Our  Earthy  Stars 

Mr.  Wm,  G.  Trimble 

135  Moody  Ave.,  New  Castle,  Penna. 


Gustavo  Gil 

San  Lazaro  286,  Habana,  Cuba 


Henry  Stowelx 

3145  Willowcrest  Ave.,  North  Hollywood,  Calif. 

Kthe  November  issue  of  Photoplay,  Cal 
^ork  wrote: 

"When  Alice  White  was  playing  in  Detroit, 
she  went  to  a  sanitarium  for  the  tubercular  to 
visit  a  girl,  a  fan  with  whom  she  has  been  cor- 
responding for  four  years." 

Not  long  after  the  magazine  was  out,  this 
letter  arrived  for  Cal. 

"Now  to  give  you  my  side  of  the 
story,  as  I  am  the  one  Alice  White 
came  to  see  while  she  was  making  a 
personal  appearance  in  Detroit.  No 
one  can  say  anything  against  Alice  to 
me,  because  I  know  the  real  Alice.  I 
want  other  people  to  know  her  as  she 
really  is. 

"I  have  been  curing  for  tubercu- 
losis since  the  first  part  of  1926. 
Later,  when  time  hung  heavy,  I 
started  to  collect  autographs  of  fa- 
mous people.  Alice  was  among  the 
first  to  whom  I  wrote,  as  she  is  the 

Leather  Book 
Marina  LoTINA 
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Morris  Horwit2 

5746  Cedar  Ave.,  Philadelphia,  Penna. 

Scrap  Book 

Agnes  Hippen 

3058  Sheridan,  Detroit,  Mich. 


Mrs.  Reeder  Nichols 

Troy  Lane  Apartments,  6314  S.  Troy  St. 

Chicago,  111. 

A  Jeweled  Crown 

Mildred  A.  Bradley 

Box  No.  62,  Sheldonville,  Mass. 

Star  Stand 

Fred  E.  Beaumont 

401  Farm  St.,  New  Bedford,  Mass. 

Photoplay  Tower  of  Fame 

William  G.  Webb 

2342  Roselle  St.,  Jacksonville,  Fla. 

Card  Table 

Edna  A.  Heffron 

66  Vanderhorst  St.,  Charleston,  S.  C. 

Photoplay  Picture 

Mr.  Daniel  Guerin 

66  Harlem  St.,  Worcester,  Mass. 

Silhouette  Doll 

Jack  A.  Huepper 

2334  N.  36th  St.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

Wheel  of  Fortune 

Leland  D.  Cannon 

357  9th  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

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Norman  Gordon  Low 

Box  No.  319,  Portland,  Ore. 


Florence  A.  Chitwood 

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Bioglance  of  the  Stars 

Rose  Goshen 

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Small  Screen 

Dorothy  Holst 

1039  Nebraska  Ave.,  Toledo,  Ohio 

Flower  Box 

Anna  Smith 

1048  College  Ave,  Bronx,  N.  Y. 

Reel  of  Stars 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  L.  M.  Grow 

650  N.  Grant  St,  Wooster,  Iowa 

Star  Blocks 

Mary  A.  O'Toole 

1436  Beverly  Place,  E.  Brookline 

Pittsburgh,  Penna. 


Mrs.  B.  O'Neil 

2544  East  Blvd.,  Shaker  Heights,  Ohio 

Character  Dolls 

Grace  Sheller 

1925  S.  17th  St,  Omaha,  Neb. 

favorite  of  both  my  husband  and  me. 
She  answered  immediately  with  a 
wonderful  letter  expressing  her  sor- 
row. Even  with  all  her  own  troubles, 
she  took  time  to  sympathize  with  me. 

"She  tried  to  lighten  my  burdens 
by  writing  me  long,  cheerful  letters. 
Then,  what  I  least  expected  hap- 
pened! A  miracle!  Alice  White 
came  out  to  see  me.  She  had  to  go 
sixty  miles  out  of  her  way  to  make 
this  trip.  Everyone,  nurses,  patients, 
and  doctors  in  this  sanitarium  always 
will  have  sweet  memories  of  Alice, 
tucked  away  in  their  hearts.  There 
is  no  one  just  like  Alice  White  in  their 

"There  are  no  two  ways  about  it, 
Alice  White  has  a  heart  of  gold,  and 
is  just  as  sweet  as  the  candy  she 
brought  me." 

Marie  Joanne  Barnum, 

Northville,  Mich. 



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Opening  the  Xlollywood 
oocial   ueason  I 

If  you  didn't  recognize  them  on  pages  42  and  43, 
here  they  are 

[  You  couldn't  have  missed  Robert  Mont- 
gomery or  Bill  Powell.  Hut  there's  Mrs. 
Montgomery  right  between  them  and  beyond 
Hill  is  his  bride,  Carole  Lombard.  Is  every- 
body happy?  Well,  it  doesn't  look  like  a 
funeral.  Wonder  if  that's  ginger  ale  Bill  has 
in  the  glass  that  he's  raising  in  a  toast  to 
Evelyn  Brent,  who  is  sitting  across  the  table, 
just  out  of  the  camera  line. 

2  Now  don't  tell  us  that  you  missed  Diane 
and  Cliico  of  "7th  Heaven."     They  look 

as  though  they  are  still  in  it.  None  other  than 
Janet  Gaynor  and  Charlie  Farrell.  When  this 
picture  was  taken,  they  were  really  laughing 
at  Virginia  Valli  and  Lydell  Peck,  who  were 
dancing  just  a  few  feet  away.  And  every- 
body's happy. 

3  Don't  tell  us  you  missed  Billie  Dove  and 
that  you  didn't  notice  that  lovely  new  ar- 
rangement of  pearls  around  the  neck  and  over 
the  shoulder. 

A  Laura  La  Plante  in  the  foreground.    Buddy 
Rogers,   just    behind   with   his   fair    com- 
panion, Dorothy  Hall. 

5  What,  you  missed  Grace  Moore   and  her 
handsome  Spanish  husband?   Everybody  in 
Hollywood  likes  him. 

^  Here  are  two  couples  who  are  still  on  their 
honeymoon — Richard  Dix  and  Winifred, 
whom  you  can  read  about  on  another  page  of 
Photoplay  this  month,  and  Mary  Astor  and 
her  husband,  Dr.  Franklyn  Thorpe,  whose 
marriage  Photoplay  told  the  world  about 
exclusively  a  few  months  ago.  There  is  no 
gloom  at  this  table.  And,  by  the  way,  Dr. 
Thorpe,  who  is  one  of  Los  Angeles'  best 
surgeons,  is  a  swell  guy. 

7  Who  is  that  Barbara  Stanwyck  is  snuggling 
up  to  so  contentedly?  None  other  than 
Frank  Fay.  If  you  called  that  boy  Barbara 
Stanwyck's  husband,  he'd  shoot  from  both 
hips.  So  we  will  just  say  it's  Frank  Fay. 
Quite  a  boy  in  his  own  right. 

g  Now  if  you  missed  these  two  young  fellows, 
you've  all  got  to  stay  after  school  and 
write  the  names  of  Lionel  Barrymore  and 
Adolphe  Menjou  one  hundred  times.  One  of 
Photoplay's   staff   writers   was  seated    right 

behind  Lionel,  out  of  the  camera  lines,  when 
this  picture  was  snapped,  and  here's  what 
she  heard: 

Adolphe — "Lionel,  they  tell  me  that  I  was 
pretty  close  to  you  on  that  prize  that  the 
Academy  gave  you  for  the  best  man's  per- 
formance of  the  year  in  'A  Free  Soul.'  " 

Lionel — "On  the  level,  Adolphe,  I  think  I 
was  pretty  good,  but  I  think  you  were  just 
as  good  in  '  Front  Page,'  but,  nevertheless, 
I'm  going  to  keep  the  prize." 

Adolphe — "Lionel,  you  played  that  drunk 
scene  so  well  that  I  wondered  if  you  did  have 
a  little  nip." 

Lionel — "I  refuse  to  answer  on  advice  of 

9  Herr  Ernst  (never  flops)  Lubitsch  and   hu 
charming  little  stage  actress   fiancee,  Ona 

Munson.    Why  don't  you  smile,  Ernst?    Havi i 
you  camera  fright? 

10  Connie  Bennett  is  camera  shy  these  days, 
except   in    the   studio,   but   she   couldn't 

fool  the  old  news  cameraman.  And  did 
Connie  turn  round  and  bawl  him  out.  Oh 

[  Well,  here's  where  a  lot  of  you  children 
get  low  marks.  The  two  lads  on  the  right 
conspired  to  make  Red  Book  famous  in  the 
old  days  and  they  plotted  many  a  serial  and 
novel  together.  None  other  than  Rupert 
(with  the  spectacles)  Hughes  and  Ray  Long, 
who  has  just  resigned  as  Editor  of  Cos- 
mopolitan, to  publish  books  by  famous 
authors.  Speaking  to  him  is  his  gracious  and 
beautiful  wife,  Lucy  \ 'irginia.  Caught  una- 
wares, looking  out  of  the  picture,  is  Mrs. 
Rupert  Hughes,  whom  all  the  producers  are 
trying  to  get  into  pictures  and  who  is  :ell-j 
known  as  a  writer  herself. 

12  r"°'a  Negri  initiated  a  new  floral  custom 
by  wearing  a  wreath  of  orchids  as  a  brace- 
let on  her  left  arm  instead  of  a  corsage  on 
her  left  shoulder.  And  did  the  other  stars 
give  the  new  idea  the  once  over!  She's  danc- 
ing with  Charles  R.  Rogers,  production  chief 
of  the  Pathe  studios  where  Pola  is  making  her 
pictures.  If  you  don't  think  Pola  gets  along 
with  her  producers,  just  look  at  that  grin  on 
Mr.  Rogers'  face  as  he  two-steps  his  star 

—  Jack  Gilbert's  pet  name  for  Garbo 

—  Why  Lew  Cody  was  afraid  of  interviewers 

—  How  Lon  Cbaney  became  a  mystery  man 

—  And  plenty  more  inside  stuff 

You  can  read  it  all  in  the  February 
PHOTOPLAY  Out  January  15 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

Addresses   of  the  Stars 

Hollywood,  Calif* 

Paramount  Publix  Studios 

Adrienne  Ames 
Richard  Arlen 
George  Bancroft 
Eleanor  Boardman 
William  Boyd 
John  Breedon 
Chas.  D.  Brown 
Juliette  Compton 
Jackie  Coogan 
Robert  Coogan 
Gary  Cooper 
Frances  Dee 
Marlene  Dietrich 
Claire  Dodd 
Tom  Douglas 
Junior  Durkin 
Stuart  Erwin 
Marjorie  Gateson 
Wynne  Gibson 
Mitzi  Green 
Phillips  Holmes 

Lenita  Lane 
Carole  Lombard 
Paul  Lukas 
Frances  Moffett 
Rosita  Moreno 
Jack  Oakie 
Vivienne  Osborne 
Eugene  Pallette 
Ramon  Pereda 
Irving  Pichel 
Charles  Rogers 
Jackie  Searl 
Peggy  Shannon 
Sylvia  Sidney 
Lilyan  Tashman 
Kent  Taylor 
Regis  Toomey 
Dorothy  Tree 
Allen  Vincent 
Anna  May  Wong 
Judith  Wood. 

Fox  Studios,  1401  N.  Western  Ave. 

Frank  Albertson 
Hardie  Albright 
John  Arledge 
Warner  Baxter 
Joan  Bennett 

i  El  Brendel 
Joan  Castle 
Paul  Cavanagh 
Virginia  Cherrill 
Marguerite  Churchill 
William  Collier,  Sr. 
Roxanne  Curtis 
Jesse  DeVorska 

;  Donald  Dillaway 
Allan  Dinehart 

I  James  Dunn 

|  Sally  Eilers 
Charles  Farrell 
Janet  Gaynor 
Minna  Gombell 
William  Holden 

I  Olin  Howland 
Warren  Hymer 

I  J.  M.  Kerrigan 

'  James  Kirkwood 
lilissa  Landi 
Edmund  Lowe 

i  Jeane^te  MacDonald 
Helen  Mack 

,  Kenneth  MacKenna 

Mae  Marsh 
Victor  McLaglen 
Thomas  Meighan 
Una  Merkel 
Don  Jose  Mojica 
Conchita  Montenegro 
Goodee  Montgomery 
Ralph  Morgan 
Greta  Nissen 
George  O'Brien 
Sally  O'Neil 
Lawrence  O'Sullivan 
Maureen  O'Sullivan 
Cecelia  Parker 
William  Pawley 
Yvonne  Pelletier 
Gaylord  Pendleton 
Howard  Phillips 
Terrance  Ray 
Manya  Roberti 
Will  Rogers 
Peggy  Ross 
Rosalie  Roy 
George  E.  Stone 
James  Todd 
Spencer  Tracy 
Linda  Watkins 
Marjorie  White 
Charles  Williams 
Elda  Vokel 

Radio  Pictures  Studios,  780  Gower  St. 

I  Robert  Ames 

:  Mary  Astor 

'  Roscoe  Ates 

|  Evelyn  Brent 
Joseph  Cawthorn 
Lita  Chevret 
Ricardo  Cortez 
Lily  Damita 
John  Darrow 
Dolores  Del  Rio 
Richard  Dix 
Irene  Dunne 
Jill  Esmond 
Noel  Francis 
Roberta  Gale 
Morgan  Galloway 
John  Halliday 
Hugh  Herbert 

.  Leyland  Hodgson 
Rochelle  Hudson 

Kitty  Kelly 
Geoffrey  Kerr 
Rita  LaRoy 
Ivan  Lebedeff 
Dorothy  Lee 
Eric  Linden 
Phillips  "Seth  Parker* 

Joel  McCrea 
Ken  Murray 
Edna  May  Oliver 
Lawrence  Olivier 
William  Post 
Lowell  Sherman 
Ned  Sparks 
Ruth  Weston 
Bert  Wheeler 
Hope  Williams 
Robert  Woolsey 

United  Artists  Studios,  1041  N.  Formosa 

Eddie  Cantor 
Charles  Chaplin 
Ina  Claire 
Ronald  Colman 
Douglas  Fairbanks 
Jean  Harlow 

Al  Jolson 

Evelyn  Laye 
Chester  Morris 
Mary  Pickford 
Gloria  Swanson 
Norma  Talmadge 

Columbia  Studios,  1438  Gower  St. 

Eddie  Buzzell 
Richard  Cromwell 
i  Susan  Fleming 
Ralph  Graves 
Jack  Holt 

Buck  Jones 
Loretta  Savers 
Barbara  Stanwyck 

John  Wayne 

Universal  City,  Calif. 

Universal  Studios 

Lew  Ayres 
John  Boles 
Lucile  Browne 
Bette  Davis 
Sidney  Fox 
Rose  Hobart 

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Sally  Sweet 
Genevieve  Tobin 
Lois  Wilson 

Culver  City,  Calif. 

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Lionel  Barrymore 
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Lilian  Bond 
Joe  E.  Brown 
Anthony  Bushell 
Charles  Butterworth 
James  Cagney 
Ruth  Chatterton 
Donald  Cook 
Bebe  Daniels 
Douglas  Fairbanks, 

Kay  Francis 
Ruth  Hall 
Kalf  Harolde 

Walter  Huston 
Leon  Janney 
Evalyn  Knapp 
Winnie  Lightner 
Ben  Lyon 
Dorothy  Mackaill 
Mae  Madison 
David  Manners 
Marian  Marsh 
Marilyn  Miller 
Dorothy  Peterson 
William  Powell 
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Miriam  Hopkins 
Fredric  March 
Marx  Brothers 
Frank  Morgan 
Gene  Raymond 
Charlie  Ruggles 
Charles  Starrett 

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Virginia  Brown  Faire,  1212  Gower  St. 
Lane  Chandler,  507  Equitable  Bldg. 
Llovd  Hughes,  616  Taft  Bldg. 
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by    Seymoiir 

HOLLYWOOD  and  Paris  are  getting  on 
the  chummiest  terms  of  late.  I  don't 
know  whether  it  is  the  influence  of 
Chanel  or  not.  There  was  a  day,  you  know,  not 
so  far  back  when  a  powerful  amount  of  sniffing 
was  done  in  the  two  fashion  camps.  The  screen 
grande  couture,  would  have  no  taint  of  Paris 
sully  its  creations — and  Paris  was  oft  quoted  as 
cringing  at  the  mere  mention  of  Hollywood. 

Not  so  now.  The  screen  stars  spend  their 
precious  vacations  running  over  to  Paris  to 
bring  back  a  load  of  new  clothes.  And  it  was 
openly  admitted  at  the  Fall  showings  that 
Hollywood  deserves  more  than  a  little  credit 
as  inspiration  for  many  French  models. 

Chanel  has  supervised  the  selection  of  cos- 
tumes and  mannequins  for  a  special  fashion 
showing  over  here  of  the  things  she  has  de- 
signed for  "The  Greeks  Had  a  Word  for  It" 
and  "Tonight  or  Never."  Perhaps  you  may 
have  the  thrill  of  seeing  these  costumes  mod- 
eled because  Samuel  Goldwyn  has  planned  to 
send  the  exhibition  to  other  cities  after  its 
initial  presentation  in  New  York. 

Gloria  Swanson's  beautiful  "Tosca"  gown, 
which  is  elaborately  brocaded  with  tiny  jewels, 
can  thus  be  appreciated  at  close  range.  And 
Ina  Claire's  much  discussed  wedding  gown, 
which  she  wears  in  "The  Greeks  Had  a  Word 
for  It,"  will  also  be  on  display.  It  should  prove 
a  rare  treat  for  everyone  and  may  start  an  en- 
tirely new  trend  for  fashion  showings  of  the 
many  unusual  gowns  that  heretofore  have  only 
been  seen  on  the  screen. 

I  WONDER  if  Connie  Bennett  had  any  mo- 
tive other  than  a  great  love  for  a  large  Paris- 
designed  wardrobe  when  she  brought  so  many 
trunk  loads  back  from  her  trip  abroad?  You 
don't  suppose  she  was  trying  to  beat  Gloria's 
Chanels  to  the  screen,  do  you? 

If  you  have  been  going  hatless  since  the 
Eugenie  debacle  just  because  you  won't  be 
caught  napping  with  another  fashion  flyer,  you 
can  safely  try  the  Florentine  trend  now.  The 
Florentine  tarn  is  the  newest  up-over-the-left- 
ear,  one-eyed  Connelly  hat.  And  it  seems  to 
be  the  current  wow  with  both  the  gay  young 
things  and  the  years  of  discretion  group.  It  is 
a  tarn  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  It  sweeps 
up  to  reveal  the  left  profile  and  sweeps  low  to 
the  right.  Usually  a  feather  is  perched  on  the 
full  side.  It  certainly  points  toward  the  classic 
simplicity  which  promises  to  be  the  big  note  in 
Spring  clothes. 

Fashion  gags  appear  in  Hollywood  that  never 
go  any  farther.  To  the  outsider  they  may  seem 
a  trifle  startling  or  bizarre,  but  to  anyone  who 
has  lingered  about  the  town  long,  it  is  chalked 
off  as  just  another  eccentricity.  There's  the 
fad  for  wearing  dark  glasses,  for  instance. 
The  glasses  were  first  worn,  it  was  supposed, 
to  fend  off  the  terrific  glare  of  California  sun- 
shine— but  the  sun  doesn't  shine  at  night,  too! 
So  it  would  seem  that  the  beauteous  ones  are 
just  trying  to  make  it  all  more  mysterious  by 
wearing  them  both  night  and  day.  Perhaps 
it's  the  glare  of  publicity  at  night. 

And  if  you  are  Winter  resorting  on  the 
West  Coast,  you  won't  have   to  save  much 


room  in  the  trunk  for  bathing  suits.  My  no! 
Out  there  bathing  apparel  is  getting  sketchier 
and  sketchier.  Just  trunks  for  the  masculine 
set  and  deep  decolletage  for  the  feminine  con-| 
tingent.  Most  of  the  actresses  are  wearing  one- 
piece  arrangements  that  give  the  back  the  air. 

nTHE  gorgeous  gowns  Greta  Garbo  wears 
■*■  in  "Mata  Hari''  have  a  romantic  history. 
Adrian,  the  designer,  claims  to  have  gathered  the 
materials  from  all  over  the  world.  Beads  from 
Czecho-Slovakia,  more  beads  from  Japan, 
fragile  silver  threads  from  Germany  and  rich 
fabrics  from  Paris.  Her  boots  were  hand-made 
in  Russia.  Although  national  costumes  from 
various  countries  were  used  as  inspiration  foi 
these  new  Garbo  clothes,  a  decided  Javanese 
influence  is  seen  in  most  of  them.  This  is  due 
to  the  fact  that  Mala  Hari  was  supposed  to 
have  been  of  Javanese  extraction.  I  don't 
know  how  Javanese  Greta  will  look,  but  cer- 
tainly her  costumes  will  be  knockouts. 

Ona  Munson  believes  in  carrying  coals  to 
Newcastle,  especially  if  they  are  smart  ones 
like  the  wardrobe  she  carted  from  Hollywood 
to  New  York  not  so  long  ago.  Not  having  any 
shopping  to  do  gave  her  plenty  of  time  to  be 
seen  about  town  in  her  good-looking  Holly- 
wood outfits.  She  leans  toward  suits.  One 
unusually  striking  one  was  made  in  a  rough 
surfaced  woolen,  the  color  of  burgundy  which 
borders  on  ox-blood.  The  sleeves  were  trimmed 
with  silver  fox  and  a  silver  fox  scarf  was  worn 
as  collar. 

CONSTANCE  BENNETT  is  wearing  a  non- 
removable slave  bracelet. 

Tatting  up  afghans  is  one  of  the  wild  pas- 
times of  the  feminine  screen  set  now  in  vogue, 
Joan  Crawford  must  have  stimulated  home 
industry  with  her  rugs. 

Helen  Hayes  revives  the  1908  fashion  era  in 
part  of  her  wardrobe  for  "The  Sin  of  Madelon 

Having  one  hairdress  to  her  credit  that  was 
seen  around  the  world,  it  now  looks  as  if  Greta 
Garbo  started  something  with  her  bangs  in 
"Susan  Lenox."  Any  number  of  prominent 
hair  authorities  are  advocating  bangs  and 
already  several  smart  women  are  following 
Garbo's  lead.  Watch  for  an  increase  in  this 
new  style. 

The  "best  dressed"  feud  among  the  smart 
stars  has  a  new  recruit!  Marlene  Dietrich  has 
been  creating  a  perfect  furor  of  late  with  the 
stunning  clothes  she  has  been  wearing.  At  a 
recent  big  Hollywood  social  gathering  she 
eclipsed  everyone  present  by  wearing  a  very 
distinctive  black  velvet  ensemble.  She  was 
the  only  one  present  in  long  sleeves.  And  her 
gown  was  very  long  and  had  a  high  neckline 
as  another  unusual  detail.  A  matchin;.- 
cape  was  banded  in  silver  fox. 

Mary  Pickford  "did"  Seventh  Avenue  be- 
fore she  left  New  York  for  her  return  trip 
West.  If  a  trip  through  the  wholesale  section 
was  an  economy  gesture  no  one  will  ever  guess 
because  the  clothes  look  like  a  million.  She 
chose  several  coats  for  Spring  trimmed  with 
silver  fox. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

Screen    Memories    from    Photoplay 

15  Years  Ago 

1 1 1 

Anna  Q. 

THE  most  beautiful 
photograph  of  the 
month  was  one  of  Anna 
Q.  Nilsson  in  a  stunning 
riding  habit.  We  told 
proudly  of  Anna's  remark- 
able horsemanship,  little 
knowing  that  some  years 
later  a  fall  from  a  horse 
was  to  cause  her  months 
of  untold  suffering.  But 
Anna  has  won  her  battle,  is  back  in  Hollywood 
and  will  be  before  the  cameras  soon  again. 

Pauline  Frederick  was  caught  by  our  photog- 
rapher in  a  hunting  costume.  We  had  to  look 
twice  at  that  picture,  the  resemblance  to  Joan 
Crawford  is  so  startling.  Who  was  to  know 
that  one  day  the  great  dramatic  actress  would 
be  playing  a  mother  role  for  Joan  (in  "This 
Modern  Age")  who,  at  that  time,  was  a  little 
Kansas  City  kid  spending  all  her  nickels  to  see 
the  divine  Frederick  at  the  local  movie? 

Here's  a  story  that  tugs  at  your  heart-strings. 
It's  a  jolly  little  yarn  that  tells  the  stars' 
Christmas  plans.   Mabel  Normand  and  Fanny 

Ward  gave  a  party  together.  Roscoe  Arbuckle 
was  a  volunteer  Santa  Claus  for  the  children 
at  the  Orphans'  Home  (there  can't  be  so  much 
harm  in  a  guy  like  that),  and  William  S.  Hart, 
still  in  his  heyday,  had  all  the  Ince  cowboys  at 
his  ranch.  Of  all  those  mentioned,  only  one  per- 
son is  doing  this  Christmas  exactly  what  she  did 
fifteen  Christmases  ago.  That's  Louise  Fazen- 
da,  doling  out  gifts  to  the  studio  workers. 

Naomi  Childers  was  the  girl  on  the  cover, 
and  the  gallery  section  included  Rhea  Mitchell, 
Conway  Tearle,  Jeanne  Eagels,  Hobart  lien- 
ley,  Fay  Tincher,  James  Morrison,  Violet 
Mersereau  and  Louise  Huff. 

We  reviewed  the  two  versions  of  "Romeo 
and  Juliet,"  one  with  Theda  Bara  and  Harry 
Hilliard  and  the  other  with  Beverly  Bayne  and 
Francis  X.  Bushman;  "Faith"  with  Mary 
Miles  Minter;  "Miss  George  Washington" 
with  Marguerite  Clarke;  and  "The  Storm" 
with  Blanche  Sweet. 

Cal  York  items:  Mae  Murray's  press-agent 
says  she  has  adopted  an  ostrich  and  is  teaching 
it  to  dance.  .  .  .  Billie  Burke's  retirement 
from  the  screen  is  because  of  a  baby  girl. 

10  Years  Ago 


SOMETHING  new  was 
being  written  into  the 
stars'  contracts.  It  was 
called  the  "morality 
clause"  and  Maryon  Aye 
(you've  probably  forgot- 
ten her)  was  the  first  to 
sign.  The  clause  stated 
that  the  party  of  the  sec- 
ond part  (the  artist)  must 
conduct  himself  in  public 
in  a  manner  not  to  elicit  criticism.  The  mo- 
rality clause  is  still  a  prominent  part  of  all 
players'  contracts — but  Will  Hays  keeps  busy! 
"A  Game  Girl"  is  the  title  of  a  story  about 
a  kid  named  Lila  Lee  who  was  starred  too 
soon,  with  too  much  publicity  ballyhoo,  and 
had  to  begin  over  again  playing  small  parts 
and  bits  at  the  studio  where  she'd  been  a  head- 
liner.  Our  interviewer  said  that  took  courage. 
It  did,  but  it  took  more  courage  when  Lila, 
many  years  later,  gave  up  the  great  career  she 
had  made  for  herself  and  had  to  fight  for  her 
life  in  an  Arizona  sanitarium.  It  was  a  good 
fight  and  Lila's  back. 

"Colleen  Moore  and  John  McCormick  are 
seen  constantly  in  each  other's  company  and 
the  sound  of  wedding  bells  may  be  heard 
tinkling  in  the  distance."  What  fateful  years 
were  in  store  for  those  two,  between  the  time 
of  our  simple  announcement  and  the  present 
day!  Marriage,  happiness  and  then  divorce. 
John's  second  marriage  and  divorce.  Their 
joint  rise  to  picture  heights.   And  now,  what? 

Corinne  Griffith  was  the  cover  girl.  Gloria 
Swanson,  Constance  Talmadge,  Olga  Petrova, 
Pauline  Frederick,  Rudolph  Valentino,  Mary 
Miles  Minter,  Betty  Compson  in  the  gallery. 

The  six  best  pictures  of  the  month  were 
"Theodora"  (imported  from  Italy);  "The  Sin 
Flood"  with  James  Kirkwood,  Helene  Chad- 
wick  and  Richard  Dix;  "Dangerous  Curves 
Ahead";  "Woman's  Place,"  with  Connie  Tal- 
madge; "Jane  Eyre"  with  Mabel  Ballin;  and 
"The  Sheik"  with  Rudolph  Valentino.  Five 
of  these  have  been  forgotten.  "The  Sheik"  is 
still  discussed. 

Cal  York  items:  Constance  Talmadge  and 
husband  John  Pialoglou  are  separated.  .  .  . 
Barbara   La    Marr   is   happily   married.  .  .  . 


^^"  TT    had    begun — the    fa- 

^^       Vous  Gilbert-Garbo 
*         ij&e  *  J       affair    and    we    reported, 
"Jack  Gilbert  is  in  love. 
i    .  And  you've  never  seen  a 

**-  man  in  love  until  you've 

seen  Jack  in  the  throes  of 
the  delicate  passion.    It  is 
a  tonic,  a  magic  potion. 
And   all    because   of    the 
lissom  Lorelei  from  Scan- 
dinavia, Greta  Garbo."    For  months  to  come 
we  were  to  record  the  minute  by  minute  play 
of  that  ill-fated  romance. 

And  since  then,  how  many  of  Jack's 
"hearts"  have  we  mentioned!  Lupe  Velez  is 
the  latest.  Five  years  ago  we  wrote  "Jack 
Gilbert  is  in  love."  The  printers  can  set  that 
line  with  their  eyes  shut.  Jack  is  always  in 
love — but  not  with  the  same  girl. 

An  eminent  astrologer  made  some  predic- 
tions. Here's  what  he  said  about  Clara  Bow. 
"Don't  blame  Clara  for  her  flapper  ways — 
blame  Leo,  the  sign  under  which  she  was  born. 
She  is  highly  emotional  but  she  is  destined  to 

5  Years  Ago 

lead  a  sunny,  happy  life  and  will  shake  off  her 
troubles."  Oh,  professor,  how  wrong  you  were. 
Poor  Clara!    A  sunny,  happy  life  indeed! 

"Can  a  Genius  Be  a  Husband?"  we  asked, 
for  rumors  of  the  separation  of  Charlie  Chaplin 
and  Lita  Grey  were  already  rife.  And  we  said 
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Cits State 

Advice  on  Girls'  Problems 


Ol.IVI    M.: 

It  is  a  very  usual  occurrence  for  blonde  hair 
to  darken  as  you  grow  older,  it  is  a  perfectly 
natural  condition.  There  are  various  excellent 
products  on  the  market  which  will  lighten 
your  hair  without  actually  bleaching  it.  Any 
of  those  advertised  in  PHOTOPLAY  are  most 
reliable.  You  did  not  state  your  exact  age  so  I 
can  not  tell  you  your  weight.  If  you  will  write 
again,  enclosing  a  stamped,  self-addressed  en- 
velope, I  shall  be  glad  to  give  you  the  informa- 


You  should  weigh  between  130  and  136 
pounds.  However,  if  you  are  just  a  little 
overweight,  I  would  not  advise  reducing  be- 
cause of  your  height. 

A  brown-haired,  brown-eyed  girl  with  a 
medium  skin  tone  will  find  the  following 
colors  most  flattering:  Most  shades  of  red, 
blue-greens  and  the  brighter  greens  that  are  so 
smart  this  year,  rose  gray,  light  or  very  deep 
blues,  golden,  buff  or  nut  browns,  black, 
cream  and  ivory  white.  Yellow  and  rose  tones 
can  be  worn  by  this  type  for  summer  or  eve- 
ning clothes.  You  will  find  the  depilatory  you 
mention  advertised  in  Photoplay.  It  is  very 
reliable  and  satisfactory. 

Evelyn  E.: 

I  think  you  will  find  that  the  amount  of  sun 
tan  still  remaining  on  your  skin  will  greatly 
govern  the  shade  of  make-up  you  use.  Use  a 
creamier  tone  of  powder.  And  I  think  that 
the  new  coral  shade  of  rouge  and  lipstick  will 
be  especially  good  for  your  brown-haired, 
blue-eyed  type.  With  this  make-up  you  really 
ought  to  achieve  quite  a  "fragile,"  charming 

I  would  suggest  that  you  use  warm  water 
and  a  bland  soap  applied  with  a  complexion 
brush  for  the  pimples  on  your  arms.  Don't  be 
afraid  to  brush  rather  briskly  and  follow  this 
with  a  good  skin  cream  rubbed  in  well. 

Photoplay  Fax: 

You  forgot  to  enclose  an  addressed  envelope 

with  your  letter  so  I  can  not  send  you  the 
leaflet  you  requested.  Write  again  and  I  shall 
be  glad  to  do  so. 

Two  tablespoons  of  peroxide  and  a  few  drops 
of  ammonia  mixed  together  and  applied  to  the 
upper  lip  will  bleach  the  hair.  This  mixture 
should  be  patted  on  several  times  a  day.  The 
peroxide  will  bleach  the  hairs  and  the  am- 
monia gradually  destroy  the  roots.  The  de- 
pilatory you  mention  is  quite  safe  and  acts 
more  quickly  than  this  bleach. 

You  are  nearly  ten  pounds  underweight. 
However,  you  have  no  need  for  worry  because 
you  will  increase  in  weight  as  you  grow  older. 
Try  to  fatten  up  a  little  anyway. 

The  colors  I  suggested  for  Betty,  above, 
will  be  becoming  to  you  also. 

Helen  B.: 

Your  comments  on  "brown  types"  were 
very  interesting  but  I  can't  agree  with  you 
that  girls  of  your  coloring  have  been  so  woe- 
fully neglected  by  beauty  authorities. 

Only  recently  I  wrote  an  article  on  make-up 
which  was  aimed  directly  at  your  type  of  per- 
son. If  you  recall  it,  you  will  remember  that 
I  gave  several  make-up  formulas  based  on  the 
costume  shades  that  the  average  person  wears. 
Chestnut  hair  and  dark  eyes  with  a  fair  skin, 
such  as  you  describe  for  yourself,  require  em- 
phasis through  costume  colors  as  well  as 
through  make-up.  A  natural  make-up  offset 
by  the  right  colors  can  dramatize  you  as  much 
as  you  desire.  The  finishing  touch  to  indi- 
viduality lies  with  you.  We  can  only  give  you 
the  ingredients! 


There  are  times  when  silence  is  indeed 
golden.  You  are  quite  right  not  to  enter  into 
the  catty  conversations  of  your  friends. 
I  have  never  known  it  to  fail  that  unkind  things 
said  before  a  group  of  girls  usually  get  back  to 
the  person  involved  and  make  you  look  like  a 
very  insincere  friend. 

It  is  easier  not  to  be  a  party  to  such  conver- 
sations, and  I  think  you  will  find  that  you  are 
the  one  who  really  wins  out  in  the  end. 

Answers    to    Beauty  Questionnaire 
on   Page   71 

1.  A  larger-eyed  effect  may  be 
achieved  by  using  a  little  eye  shadow 
toward  the  nose  and  spreading  it  out  a 
bit  more  heavily,  nearly  to  the  temple. 

2.  Lacquered  wigs  are  the  newest  fad 
in  Paris.  Antoine,  famous  hair  au- 
thority, is  now  urging  women  of  this 
country  to  wear  those  elaborately 
coiffed  and  lacquered  wigs  for  formal 
wear.  They  are  being  made  in  various 
colors  from  lavender  to  gold.  Intricate 
curls  and  ringlets  adorn  most  of  them. 

3.  No  lunch  is  Mary  Pickford's  recipe 
for  keeping  a  youthful  figure.  If  Miss 
Pickford  lunches  with  friends,  then  she 
omits  dinner  at  night.  Quite  a  simple 
formula,  don't  you  think? 

4.  An  eminent  beauty  authority,  in 
describing  her  new  nail  polishes,  sug- 
gests colors  that  suit  the  skin  tones  of 
the  hand.  For  instance,  she  suggests  a 
light  rose  polish  which  is  suited  to 
blonde  skins  with  a  little  yellow  in 
them.      And  a   dark  rose  for  medium 

skins  without  yellow.  Decidedly  rachel 
skins  with  yellow  tones  should  use  a 
coral  color  nail  polish. 

5.  Soaking  the  nails  in  warm  oil 
every  night  is  the  best  preventive  for 
nail  brittleness.  The  oil  can  be  reheated 
and  used  over  and  over  again. 

6.  A  famous  beauty  specialist  says 
that  coral  rouge  and  lipstick  can  be  used 
by  nearly  every  type  of  woman.  Dark 
skinned  people  should  apply  it  merely 
with  greater  intensity. 

7.  The  use  of  the  word  henna  in  the 
bleach  called  "white  henna"  is  a  mis- 
nomer. There  is  no  henna  contained  in 
it  as  it  is  composed  of  chalk  of  magnesia. 
A  specific  quantity  of  ammonia  and 
peroxide  is  added  to  the  chalk  of 
magnesia  to  form  a  thick,  smooth  paste. 

8.  If  you  are  in  the  habit  of  moisten- 
ing your  lips  before  applying  lipstick, 
change  it!  It  only  encourages  the  rouge 
to  smudge. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  January,  1932 

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fashion.  If  it  looks  as  well  on  the  rest  of  us  as  it  does  on  Dorothy  Mackaill, 
there  will  be  a  run  on  the  millinery  departments!  That  feather  is  placed  in 
different  ways  but  always  appears  on  the  tam.  Dorothy's  coat  is  new,  too. 
Three-quarter  length  in  dark  blue  with  large  white  buttons 

Queen  Marie  of  Hollywood 


advantages,  to  know  the  right  people.  She 
managed  to  provide  one  dress  dainty  enough 
to  be  worn  by  the  little  girl  to  Sunday  School. 
Each  Sabbath  morning  she  dressed  the  child 
carefully  and  sent  her  to  the  most  aristocratic 
church  in  whatever  town  they  happened  to  be. 

"  Watch  the  other  children,"  she  would  ad- 
vise.   "They  come  from  nice  people." 

Marie  went  on  the  stage  when  she  was  a 
young  girl  to  keep  her  mother  and  herself  from 
starving.  She  at  last  got  a  chance  to  play  a 
comedy  part  in  an  old  Weber  and  Fields  show. 
Her  success  was  made  by  the  heavy  rear  end 
stage  falls  she  took.  Her  slapstick  comedy 
provoked  the  audiences  to  hysterics. 

At  the  time,  Mrs.  Stuyvesant  Fish  was  the 
dictator  of  New  York's  social  elite.  She  was  to 
New  York  society  what  Mussolini  now  is  to 
Italy.  When  she  frowned  upon  a  member  of 
the  four  hundred,  the  cold  brown  fronts  of 
Fifth  Avenue  were  immediately  closed  to  the 
offender.  When  she  smiled,  they  were  auto- 
matically opened. 

Mrs.  Fish  often  asked  theatrical  people  to 
entertain  at  her  social  gatherings,  at  which 
were    assembled    the    great    of    Europe    and 

America.  Once  she  asked  a  prima  donna  to 
sing  and  later  to  mingle  with  the  guests.  The 
diva  refused,  saying  she  was  hired  to  sing  and 
not  to  join  the  group  where  she  would  not  be 
accepted  as  an  equal.  Mrs.  Fish  dismissed  her 
at  once. 

The  following  week  Marie  Dressier  received 
the  royal  command.  She  went,  she  entertained 
and  she  was  asked  to  remain  throughout  the 
evening.  She  accepted  with  alacrity  and  was  so 
witty  and  poised  that  she  was  an  instant  social 
success.  Mrs.  Fish  made  her  her  protege,  and 
that's  how  Marie's  entrance  into  society  was 

Later  she  was  entertained  by  European 
royalty,  and  asked  to  come  again. 

She  was  successful  on  the  stage,  she  had 
many  glories,  but  eventually  she  was  forgotten 
professionally.  Then  she  came  to  pictures. 
They  accepted  her  casually.  Just  another 
comic.  And  it  has  been  only  in  the  last  few 
years  that  she  has  reached  that  high  peak  upon 
which  she  now  stands. 

Marie  Dressier  has  upset  all  the  traditions. 

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Man  About  Town 


'  This  afternoon,"  he  remarked  casually,   "■ 
got  to  go  to  town  to  buy   a  present  for  Mr. 
Mayer.     He's  got  a  birthday  coming.     What 
do  you  think  I   ought  to  give  him?     A   go] 

"Jackie  always  likes  to  pick  out  the  presents 
he  gives,  himself,"  his  mother  explained. 

"Yeah,"  said  Jackie  and  turned  to  me. 
"  I  gave  her  a  pocketbook  the  other  day  and 
she  won't  use  it.  She  thinks  I  spent  about  a 
dime  on  it  and  it  set  me  back  two  buck 

"But,  darling,"  protested   his  mother,  "■ 
haven't  got  a  black  and  white  dress  it  would 
go  with." 

"I'll  get  you   one,"   he  offered   promptly. 
His  roving  eye  lit  on  a  picture  of  Richard  D«J- 
"I  used  to  think  Rich  was  a  great  guy  but  I'm 
sorta  off  him  now.      I've   written  him   three 
letters  and  he  hasn't  answered  a  one  of  theinj 
Can  you  beat  it?" 

Mr.  Dix,  please  note. 

""THERE  was  a  lull  in  the  conversation  while 
*■  Jackie,    after    dutifully    excusing    himseflj 
whispered  something  in  his  mother's  ear.    You 
ask  him,"  his  mother  said. 

Jackie  went  over  to  the  piano  and  returned 
with  a  sheet  of  music.  "  'Sposin'  this  was  a 
magazine,"  he  began. 

Again  I  yessed  him. 

"  Well,  do  you  think  I'm  big  enough  to  have 
my  picture  on  the  cover?" 

I  explained  that  for  some  reason  magazines 
with  actors'  pictures  on  the  cover  do  not  sefl 
as  well  as  those  with  likenesses  of  actresses. 

"Gosh,"  said  Jackie  wistfully,  "I'd  sure  likft 
to  have  my  picture  on  one. 

"But  I'll  be  darned  if  I  become  a  female 
impersonator  to  get  it." 

Well,  That's  Settled 


before.  She  spent  two  years  at  the  University 
of  California. 

She  sits  a  horse  as  well  and  almost  as  fre- 
quently as  a  cowboy;  plays  a  bang-up  game  of 
tennis  and  a  fair  one  of  golf.  When  Richard 
came  down  from  his  ranch  where  they  had 
been  honeymooning,  he  said: 

"I've  never  known  real  companionship  be- 
fore. It's  marvelous.  We  rode  every  morn- 
ing; we  played  tennis;  we  walked.  If  marriage 
is  like  this,  I  don't  see  why  we  didn't  do  it 

Mrs.  Dix  is  no  "fraidy-cat."  When  they 
were  airplaning  from  their  quickie-wedding  at 
Yuma,  Arizona,  a  fog  blew  in. 

The  pilot  radioed  the  home  station  and 
received  orders  to  land  his  precious  burdens 
at  Palm  Springs. 

The  company  was  taking  no  chances. 

A  small  landing  field.  One  light.  Air  pockets. 
Real  danger. 

Director  Walter  Rubin,  best  man,  was  still 
shaking  the  next  day.  But  there  wasn't  a 
peep  out  of  Winifred  Coe. 

'"THAT'S  the  answer.  A  girl,  whose  father 
■*■  had  ten  millions,  spent  a  year  in  Hollywood 
trying  to  interest  Dix,  with  whom  she  had 
fallen  in  love  on  the  screen.  She  was  from 

Her  heart  sustained  a  deep  crack  when 
Richard  went  silently  and  indifferently  on  his 
bachelor  way. 

There  was  also  the  girl  who  tried  suicide, 
and  there  was  the  red-headed  society  girl  from 

Richard  has  been  a  fussy  guy.  Winifred 
must  be  a  great  girl. 

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I'll  Have  Vanilla" 


and  she  had  to  start  over  again.  When  she 
went  into  her  dance,  she  tripped  and  fell — 
keeping  time,  picked  herself  up  and  went  back 
into  routine.  But  luck  was  against  her,  she  was 
sure — a  poor  music  start,  a  bad  fall  in  the 
dance  .  .  . 

But  she  was  the  girl  the  producer  picked. 
"  Because,"  he  told  her  afterward,  "you  showed 
you  had  what  it  took  when  you  surmounted 
those  bad  breaks  and  still  gave  a  good  act." 

And  so,  at  last,  Mae  Clarke  had  achieved 
professionalism.  Many  a  girl  might  have 
thought  the  goal  had  been  pretty  well  won  and 
rested  then  and  there,  but  not  Mae.  She 
worked  harder  than  ever.  Just  being  a  hoofer 
wasn't  her  idea. 

So  she  worked  hard.  She  did  her  chorus  line 
routines  hard  and  well — just  as  earnestly  as 
though  she  were  doing  a  solo  number  in  a  spot- 
light instead  of  being  just  one  girl  in  a  line  of 

She  did  a  dinner  turn  in  a  night  club — and 
with  fifteen  minutes  between  the  close  of  her 
routine  there,  and  the  curtain  of  a  musical  show 
she  was  in,  managed  to  make  her  way  in  very 
abbreviated  costume  from  the  floor  show, 
eight  blocks  to  the  theater,  change  costume  and 
be  on  the  stage  when  the  curtain  rose. 

Now,  no  girl  with  ambitions  can  live  that 
sort  of  life  without  learning  lots  of  things.  She 
kept  her  eyes  open.  One  day,  an  agent  asked  her 
why  she  didn't  make  a  test  for  a  short  film  that 

was  to  be  made.  ''They  tried  to  get  Barbara 
Stanwyck,"  he  told  her,  "but  she's  working. 
Maybe  you've  got  a  chance." 

The  short  film  called  for  a  girl  who  could 
sing,  dance  and  act  a  dramatic  sequence  as  well. 
Singing  and  dancing  were  up  Mae's  alley,  but 
this  was  her  first  chance  at  dramatic  stuff.  She 
thought  back  to  her  "pirate"  days,  and  lived 
the  part.  The  test  gave  her  a  job  in  films — 
and  that's  how  she  came  to  Hollywood. 

Even  then,  sailing  wasn't  smooth.  Mae  had 
no  beauty.  She  had  no  great  stage  reputation. 
She  wasn't  mysterious.  She  was  just  a  li'l 
hoofer  from  the  East. 

She  made  a  test  for  the  ingenue  role  in  "The 
Front  Page,"  after  working  hard  for  the  chance 
to  make  it.  But  she  flopped.  They  wanted  a 
Mary  Brian  type;  Mae  Clarke  didn't  fit  in. 

"Well,  why  don't  you  give  me  a  chance  at 
the  other  role — the  little  tough  girl?"  she  de- 
manded of  Director  Milestone.  Amused  at  her 
nerve,  Milestone  let  her  try  it.  Mae  Clarke 
lived  the  part  again — and  that's  why  you  re- 
member her  outstanding  work  in  that  news- 
paper film. 

Well,  after  that,  things  began  to  come  easier 
for  Mae.  She  had  proved  her  ability.  She  had 
proved  her  versatility.  Casting  directors,  pro- 
ducers began  to  believe  in  her.  So  far,  she 
hasn't  let  them  down  her  roles  are  getting 
bigger  and  bigger  and  her  work  is  getting 
better  and  better. 

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— United   Arums. — Dialogue   by    Douglas 
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"ARROWSMITH"— UNITED  Artists.— From  the 

i  lair  Lewis.  Adapted  by  Sidney  Howard. 

John  Ford.    The  cast:  Dr.  Arrovismith, 

i  Col  man;  Gottlieb,  A.  E.  Anson:  J. torn,  Helen 

;    Mr.    I'ozer.   Bert 

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Clerk,  Walter  Downing;  Joyce  Lonyon,  Myrna  Loyj 

Dr.   Tubbs,  Claude  King;  Dr.  Terry  Wickctt,  Russell 


"CHEAT,  THE " — Paramount. — From  the  story 
by  Hector  Turnbull.  Adapted  by  Harry  Hervey. 
e  Abbott,  The  cast:  Else  Carlyle, 
Tallulah  Bankhead;  Jeffrey  Carlyle,  Harvey  Stephens; 
Hardy  Livingston,  Ir\ing  Pichcl;  Terrell.  Jay  Fassett; 
Mrs,  Albright,  Ann  Andrews;  Croupier,  William  Imer- 

soll;  Japanese  Servant.   Hanalci   Yoshiwara;   2 

Henry  Warwick;  Judge,  Willard  Dahsiell;  Defense 
Attorney,  Arthur  Hohl;  District  Attorney,  Robert 

"(  ORSAIR" — UNITED  \kiisis. — From  the  novel 

by  Walton  Green.     Adapted  by  Josephine  Lovett. 

Directed   by    Roland   West.      The  cast:  John   Hawks, 

Alison     Corning.     Alison     Lloyd; 

rd  Bentinck,  William  Austin;  "Chub"  Hopping, 

Frank  McHugh;  Stephen  Corning,  Emmett  Corrigan; 

Kol.ler;  "Fish  Face."  Frank  Rice; 

"Slim,"  Xed  Sparks;  "Sophy,"  Mayo  Methot;  Susie 

Grenoble,     Gav     Seabrook;     Jean     Phillips,     Addie 


"DEADLINE,  THE"— Colvmbu.- From  the 
story  by  Lambert  llillycr.  Directed  by  Lambert 
Hillyer.    The  cast:  Buck,  Buck  Jones;  Helen,  Loretta 

.  Coleman.  Robert  Ellis;  Grady,  G.  Raymond 
Nye;  Lesty,  Edwin  J.  Bradv;  O/lo,  Knute  Erickson; 
Jimmy.  George  Ernest;  Chloride,  Harry  Todd;  Shores, 
Jack  Curtis. 

"FALSE  MADONNA,  THE "— Paramount.— 
From  the  Btorj  "The  Heart  Is  Young"  by  May 
Edington.  Adapted  by  Arthur  Kober  and  Ray 
I  by  Stuart  Walker.  The  cast:  Tina, 
Kay  Francis;  Marcy,  William  Boyd;  Grant  Arnold, 
Conway  Tearle;  Phillip,  John  Breeden;  Rose.  Mar- 
jorie  Gateson:  Peter .  Charles  D.  Brown;  Mrs.  Swan- 
son,  Julia  Swayne  Gordon. 

"FLYING  HIGH"— M-G-M.—  From  the  musical 
comedy  by  DeSj  Iva,  Brown  and  Henderson  and  John 
McGowan.  Screen  play  by  A  P.  Younger  Directed 
by  Charles  ]■'.  Reisner.  The  cast;  Rusty.  Bert  Lahr; 
Pansy,  Charlotte  Greenwood;  Sport.  Pat  O'Brien; 
Eileen,  Kathryn  Crawford;  Doctor  Brown.  Charles 
Winninger;  Mrs.  Smith,  Hedda  Hopper;  Mr.  Smith. 
Guy  Kibbee; Gordon,  Herbert  Braggioti;  GusArnheim 
and  his  orchestra. 

"FRANKENSTEIN"  —  Universal.— From  the 

story  by  Mary  Wollstonecroft  Shelley.     Screen  play 

by    Garrett    I'ort    and    F'rancis    Edwards    Faragoli. 

ted  by  James  Whale.     The  cast:  Frankenstein, 

(live;    Elizabeth,    Mae    Clarke;    Victor,    John 

'!'):.    Monster,    Boris    Karloff;   Dr.    Waldman. 

Edward  Van  Sloan;  The  Dwarf,  Dwight  Frye;  The 

Baron,  Frederick  Kerr. 

— From  the  story  by  Adele  Buffington.  Directed  by 
Fred  Allen.  The  cast:  Steve,  Tom  Keene;  Ruth, 
Barbara  Kent;  Rough,  Frank  Rice;  Ready  Billy 
Franey;  Carter,  Mitchell  Harris;  Mercer,  Wm.  Welsh; 
Frederick  Burton;  Toller,  Slim  Whittaker; 
Heavy,  Tom  Bay;  Sheriff,  Fred  Burns. 

"GAY  BUC  KAROO  "—Allied  Prod.— From  the 
story  by  Lete  R.  Brown.  Adapted  bv  Phillip  Graham 
White.  Directed  by  Phil  Rosen.  The  cast:  Clint 
Hale,  Hoot  Gibson;  Mildred  Field.  Merna  Kennedy; 

•...!.;  R  •.;■  D'Arcj  HilcwJuttk  ?  isvir.i  Fell 
Farro  Parker,  Charles  King;  Sporty  Bill.  Lafe|McKee; 

Ibner,  Sidney  DeGray;  Sheet,  Bill  Robbins. 

"GOOD  SPORT"— Fox.— From  the  screen  play 
by  William  Hurlbut.  Directed  by  Kenneth  Mac- 
Kenna.  The  cast:  Marilyn  Parker.  Linda  Watkins; 
Boyce  Cameron.  John  Boles;  AYv  Parker.  Allan  Dine- 
hart;  Peggy  Burns,  Greta  Nissen;  Mrs.  Atherion. 
Hedda  Hopper;  Ginnie,  Minna  Gombell;  Oncotic. 
Claire  Maynard;  September.  Louise  Beavers;  Marge, 
Sally  Blane;  Laura,  Betty  Francisco;  Loretta,  Ethel 
Kenyon;  Nlta,  Inez  Xorton;  Violet,  Joan  Carr;  Fav, 
Betty  Allen. 

"HELL  DIVERS"— M-G-M.— From  the  story  by 
I.t.  Comdr,  Frank  Wead.  Scenario  by  Harvey  Gates 
and  Malcolm  Stuart  Boylan.  Directed  by  George 
Hill.  The  cast:  Windy,  Wallace  Beery;  Steve,  Clark 
.  Duke,  Conrad  Xagel;  Ann,  Dorothy  Jordan; 
Mamc  Kelsey,  Marjorie  Rambeau;  Lulu,  Marie 
Prevost;  Baldy,  Cliff  Edwards;  Griffin,  John  Miljan: 
Admiral.  Landers  Stevens;  Lieutenant  Fisher,  Reed 
Howes;  Captain,  Admin  Ian  Roscoe. 

From  the  story  by  R.  Bernauer  and  R.  Oestcrrcichcr. 

io  by  Robert  Lord  and  Arthur  Caesar.  I) 
by  William  Dieterle.    The  cast:  Lia  Toerrek,  Marilyn 


Miller;  Fred  ton   Wcllingen,  Ben  Lyon;  Lia's  Father, 

W.    C.     Fields;    Olmar,    Ford    Sterling;    Baron    von 

iorf,    Leon    Errol;   Emit,   Chester  Conklin; 

Hanneman,    Harry    Stubbs;    Aunt    Ilarrietle.    Maude 
Eourne:  Reisenfeld,  Harry  Holman:  Factory  Secretary, 

Ruth    Hall;    The   "Third"    Man,   Win.    Irving;  Fred's 
.  Etti,  Mae  Madison. 

"HIS  WOMAN"— Paramount.— From  the  novel 
"The  Sentimentalist"  by  Dale  Collins.  Scenario  by 
Adelaide  Heilbron  and  Melville  Baker.  Directed  by 
Edward  Sloman.  The  cast:  Sally  (lark,  Claudette 
Colbert;  (apt.  Sam  Whalen,  Gary  Cooper;  Gatson, 
Averill  Harris;  Alisandroe,  Douglas  Dumbrillc;  Maria 
listella,  Raquel  Davida;  Aloysius,  Hamtree  Harring- 
ton; Mark.  Sidney  Easton;  Baby,  Richard  Spiro; 
A^enl,  Joe  Spurin  Calleia;  Capt.  of  Schooner,  Lon 
Hascal;  Mr.  Morriscy,  Herschel  May  all; 
Customs  Inspector.  Harry  Davenport;  Gertrude.  Betty 
Garde;  Flo,  Charlotte  Wynters;  Doctor,  John  T. 
Doyle;   Boatswain,  Eaward  Kcane. 

"HOUSE  DIVIDED,  A"— Universal.— From 
the  Story  by  Olive  Edens.  Directed  by  William 
Wyler.  The  cast:  .SY//i  Law,  Walter  Huston;  Mall 
Law.  Kent  Douglass;  Ruth  Evans.  Helen  Chandler; 
Bess,  Vivien  Oakland;  Mann,  Frank  Hagney. 

Here's  a  new  way  to  go  platinum, 
girls !  Antoine,  famous  hairdresser  of 
Paris,  gives  Catherine  Dale  Owen  a 
lacquered  wig  to  wear  over  her  own 
hair.  Note  those  stiff  little  curls  and 
ostrich  bang.    Very  coquettish,  what? 

"MEN  IX  HER  LIFE"— Columbia.— From  the 

novel  by  W:arner  Fabian.  Adapted  by  Robert  Riskin. 
Directed  by  William  Beaudine.  The  cast:  Julia.  Lois 
Moran;  Flashy.  Charles  Bickford;  Count  Ivan,  Victor 
Varconi;  Dick.  Donald  Dillaway;  Anton,  Luis  Alberni; 
Maria.  Adrienne  DAmbricourt. 

"MORALS  FOR  WOMEN"— Tiffany  Prod.— 
From  the  story  by  F'ranccs  Hyland.  Directed  by 
Mort  Blumenstock.  The  cast:  Helen  Hutson,  Bessie 
Love;  Van  Dyne.  Conway  Tearle;  Paul  Cooper.  John 
Holland;  Flora,  Natalie  Moorhead;  Mrs.  Hutson, 
Emma  Dunn;  Lorraine  Hutson.  June  Clyde;  Mr. 
m,  Edmund  Breese;  Bill  Hutson.  David  Rollins; 
Claudia,  Lina  Basquette;  Maybelle,  Virginia  Lee 

"XECK  AXD  NECK"—  Thrill-O- Drama.— 
From  the  story  by  Betty  Burbridge.  Directed  by 
Richard  Thorpe.  The  cast:  Bill  Grant,  Glenn  Tryon; 
Norma  Rickson.  Vera  Reynolds;  Hector,  Walter 
Brennan;  Col.  Rickson,  Lafe  McKee;  Frank  Douglas, 
Carroll  Nye;  The  Hustler.  Fetchit;  Bookie, 
Lloyd  Whitlock;  Aunt  Susan,  Fern  Emmett;  Crystal. 
Rosita  Butler. 

"OPERA  B  \LL" — Greenbaum  Emelka  Prod.— 
Directed  by  Max  Neufeld.  The  cast:  Dr.  Peter  V. 
Bodo.  Ivan  Petrovich;  Helga,  Liane  Haid;  Georg, 
Georg  Alexander;  V.  Arnolds.  Otto  Wallhurg;  Vicky, 
Betty  Bird;  Ilona  Anlalffy,  Irene  Ambrus. 

"OVER  THE  HILL"— Fox.— From  the  poem  b* 
Will  Carleton.  Screen  play  by  Tom  Barry  and  Jules 
Furthman.  Directed  by  Henry  King.  The  casta 
Johnny,  James  Dunn;  Isabel,  Sally  Filers;  Ma.  Msa 
Marsh;  Pa,  James  Kirkwood;  Tommy,  Edward  Cran-_. 
dall;  Phyllis,  Claire  Maynard;  Isaac,  Olin  How  land; 
Minnie,  Eula  Guy,  Susan.  Joan  Peers;  Ben,  William 
Pawley;  Letch,  George  Reed;  Stephen,  Dougwfl 
Walton;  Bill  Collector,  David  Hartford;  Johnny  (*■ 
child).  Tommy  Conlon;  Isabel  (as  child),  Nancy  IrislS 
Tommy  (as  child),  Julius  Molnar;  Isaac  (as  chil a 
Hachey;  Susan  (as  child).  Marilynn  Harris. 

"PEACH    O'RENO" — Radio    Pictures.-  ! 
the  story  by  Tim  Whelan.    Adapted  by  Ralph  Spencfl 
Directed  by  William  Seiter.     The  cast:  Wattle 
Wheeler;  Swift,  Robert  Woolsey;  Prudence.  D 
Lee;  Joe  Bruno,  Joseph  Cawthorn;  Aggie  Bruno.  Co 
W  itlierspoon;  Pansy,  Zelma  O'Neal;  Judge  Jackso 
Sam  Hardy;  Crosby,  Mitchell  Harris;  The  Secrelar 
Arthur  Hoyt. 

"  POSSESSED  "—M-G-M.— From  the  play  " 
by    Edgar   Selwyn.      Adapted   by    Lem 
Coffee.     Directed   by   Clarence   Brown.     The 
Marian.  Joan  Crawford;  Mark  Whitney.  Clark  Gal 
At  Manning.  Wallace  Ford;  Wally,  Skeets  Gallagh 
Trovers,    Frank    Conroy;    Vernice,    Marjorie    V 
John  Driscoll,  John  Miljan;  Mother,  Clara  Blandick. 

"RACING  YOUTH  "—Universal.— From  the 
screen  play  by  Earl  Snell.  Directed  by  Vin  Moor* 
The  cast:  Teddy  Blue,  Frank  Albertson;  Amo^M 
Cruickshank.  June  Clyde;  Daisy  Joy.  Louise  Fazenda; 
slim.  Slim  Summerville;  Brown.  Arthur  Stuart  Hull; 
Sanford.  Forrest  Stanley;  Ian,  Eddie  Phillips;  Date, 
Otis  Harlan. 

"RANGE    LAW"— Tiffany    Prod.— From    the 
story  by  Earle  Snell.     Directed  by  Phil  Rosen.    The 
cast:    Hap   Conners.    Ken    Maynard;    Ruth    II 
Frances  Dade;  Blont.'  Frank  Mayo;  The  Sheriy 
Rockwell;  Frisco,  Lafe  McKee;  Legal,  Charles  King. 

"RICH    MAX'S   FOLLY"— Pa ramoi-nt.—  From 
the  story  "Dombey  and  Son"  bv  Charles  Dickensr 
Adapted  by  Grover  Jones  and  Edward  Paramore.  . 
Directed  by  John  Cromwell.     The  cast:  Brock  Trut 
bull,  George  Bancroft;  Anne  Trumbull.  Frances 
Joe  Warren,  Robert  Ames;  Paula  Norcross,  Juliet 
Compton;     Brock     Trumbull,    Jr..     David     Duranc . 
Katherine    Trumbull.    Dorothy    Peterson;    Hi 
Harry  Allen;  Kincaid.  Gilbert  Emery;  Daytoi 
Oliver;  Anne  (aged S),  Dawn  O'Day;  Slarston,  George 
McFarlane;  Johnson,  William  Arnold. 

"SAFE  IN  HELL  "—First  National.— Adapted 
by  Joseph  Jackson  and  Maude  F'ulton.  Directed  by 
William  A.  WVllman.  The  cast:  Gilda  Carlson, 
Dorothy  Mackaill;  Carl  Bergen.  Donald  Cook;  Pill 
\'an  Saal,  Ralf  Harolde;  Bruno.  Morgan  Wallace: 
Gomez.  Victor  Varconi;  Egan.  John  Wray;  Jones, 
Chas.  Middleton;  Larsen,  Gustav  Von  Seyffertits; 
Leonie.  Nina  Mae  McKinney;  Angle,  Cecil  Cunning- 
ham; Old  Tar,  George  Marion,  Sr.;  Bobo,  Noble 

"SPECKLED  BAND.  THE"— First  Division.— 
From  the  story  by  Sir  Arthur  Conan  Doyle.  Adapted 
by  W.  P.  Lipscomb.  Directed  by  Herbert  Wilcox. 
The  cast:  Dr.  Rylolt.  Lyn  Harding;  Sherlock  Holmes, 
Raymond  Massey;  Helen  Slonor.  Angela  Baddeley; 
Dr.  Watson,  Athole  Stewart;  Mrs.  Staunton.  Nancy- 

Prod. — From  the  story  by  King  Baggot.  Continuity 
by  Rex  Taylor.  Directed  by  Albert  Herman.  The 
cast:  Terry  Xolan,  William  Collier.  Jr.;  Mary  Bascom, 
Claudia  Dell;  Phillip  Lawrence.  Jr.,  Jarhc- 
Phillip  Lawrence.  Sr.  Joseph  Levering;  "Horse-shoes," 
Eugene  Jackson;  Aunt  Hetty.  Hedwiga  Reicher; 
Master  of  Lawrence's  Stable.  Mahlon  Hamilton;  Blake, 
Crooked  Jockey,  Lewis  Sargent;  Mullins,  Henry 

"SUICIDE  FLEET  "—RKO-Pathe.— From  the 
story  by  Commander  Herbert  A.  Jones.  Scenario  by 
Lew  Lipton.  Directed  by  Albert  Rogell.  The  ca*K 
Baltimore.  Bill  Boyd;  Dutch,  Robert  Armstrong: 
Skeets.  James  Gleason;  Sally.  Ginger  Rogers;  Com- 
mander. Harry  Bannister;  Holtzmann,  Frank  Reicher; 
Kid,  Ben  Alexander;  Capt.  Yon  Stuben,  Henry  Victor; 
trlz,  Hans  Joby. 

"SURRENDER"— Fox.— From  the  story  "Ax- 
elle"  by  Pierre  Benoit.  Adapted  by  Sony  a  Levies 
and  S.  N.  Behrman.  Directed  by  William  K. 
Howard.  The  cast:  Dumaine,  Warner  Baxter;  Axrlle. 
Leila  Hyams;  Count  Reichendorf.  C.  Aubrey  Smith: 
Dietrich,  Alexander  Kirkland;  Captain  Elbing.  Ralph 
Bellamy;  Goulot,  William  Pawley;  Clavrrie,  Howard 
Phillips;  Vandaele.  Bert  Hanlon;  Gotlleib.  ToB 
Ricketts;    Dominica.    Bodil    Rosing:    Fichet,    C, 

Beranger;  Hugo.  Frank  Swales:  Midler.  JoseM 
Sauers;  Audemard.  Albert  Burke;  Syhcstrc.  Jack 

"TAXI" — Warner  Bros. — From  the  sto: 
Kenyon  Nicholson.  Adapted  by  Kabec  Glasmon  and  I 
John  Bright.  Directed  by  Roy  Del  Ruth.  The  cast: 
James  Cagney;  Sue.  Loretta  Young;  -Ua»l 
Dorotliv  Burgess;  Skeets.  George  E.  Stone:  Pop  R<wj 
Guv    Kibbee;    Ruby.    Lila    Bennett;    Pcpi.    David 

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I  andan;  Danny,  Ray  Cooke;  Priest,  George  McFar- 
land;  Slats,  Eddie  Nugent;  Joe  Silver,  Matt  McHugh; 
Goldfarb,  Otto  Lederer;  Danny's  Ctrl.  Polly  Walters; 
Detective  Lieutenant,  Charles  Middleton;  Judge, 
Burton  Churchill;  Truck  Driver,  Nat  Pendleton; 
Marriage  License  Clerk,  Russ  Powell. 

"THIRTY  DAYS"— Patrician.— From  the  story 
by  Hal  Conklin.  Adapted  by  Gertrude  Orr.  Directed 
by  Alan  Crosland.  The  cast:  Joyce  Moore,  Maureen 
(I  Sullivan;  Kale  Flynn,  Hetty  Compson;  Larry 
(lark,  John  Warburton;  Muhael  Moore,  Montag'i 
Love;  Jerry  Green,  Cornelius  Kcefe;  Torn  Douglas 
John  Holland;  Mrs.  O'Brien,  Grace  Valentine;  Bobby 
n,  Wally  Albright;  Dancer,  Doris  Lee,  Mary 
Doran;  Matron,  Martha  Mattox;  Matron,  Jayne  Kerr. 

"TIP  OFF.  THE"— RKO-Pathe. — From  the 
story  by  George  Kibbe  Turner.  Scenario  by  Earl 
Baldwin.  Directed  by  Albert  Rogell.  The  cast: 
Tommy,  Eddie  Quillan;  Kayo  McClure,  Robert  Arm- 
strong; Baby  Face,  Ginger  Rogers;  Edna,  Joan 
Peers;  Nick  Valelli,  Ralf  Harolde;  Pop  Jackson, 
Charles  Sellon;  Swanky,  Mike  Donlin;  Slug,  Ernie 
Adams;  Joe,  Jack  Herrick;  Miss  Waddums,  Cupid 

"TONIGHT  OR  NEVER"— United  Artists.— 
From  the  stage  play  by  Lili  Hatvany.  Scenario  by 
Ernest  Vajda.  Directed  by  Mervyn  LeRoy.  The 
cast:  Nella  Vago,  Gloria  Swanson;  Rudig,  Ferdinand 
Gottschalk;  The  Butler,  Robert  Grieg;  The  Maid, 
Greta  Mayer;  Count  von  Gronac,  Warburton  Gamble; 
The  Unknown  Gentleman.  Melvyn  Douglas;  The 
Marchesa,  Alison  Skipworth;  The  Waiter,  Boris 

"TOUCHDOWN"  —  Paramount.  —  From  the 
novel  "Stadium"  by  Francis  Wallace.  Scenario  by 
Grover  Jones  and  William  Slavens  McNutt.  Directed 
by  Norman  McLeod.    The  cast:  Dan  Curtis,  Richard 

Arlen;  Mary  Gehring,  Peggy  Shannon;  Babe  Barton, 
Jack  Oakie;  Paid  Gehring,  Charles  Starrett;  Tom 
Hussey,  Regis  Toomcy;  Gehring,  George  Barbier. 

"WORKING  GIRLS"— Paramount.— From  the 
story  "  Blind  Mice"  by  Vera  Caspary  and  Winifred 
Lenihan.  Adapted  by  Zoe  Akins.  Directed  by 
Dorothy  Arzncr.  The  cast:  Ferguson,  Paul  Lufcas; 
June  Thorpe,  Judith  Wood;  Boyd  Wheeler,  Charles 
Rogers;  Mae  Thorpe,  Dorothy  Hall;  Kelly,  Stuart 
Erwin;  Mrs.  Johnstone,  Mary  Forbes:  Louise  Adams, 
Frances  Dee;  Loretla,  Dorothy  Stickney;  Lou, 
Frances  Moffett;  Jane,  Claire  Dodd;  Verne,  Edith 
Arnold;  Ellen,  Marion  Byron:  Baliy,  Yvonne  Howell; 
Winnie,  Gay  Sheridan;  Maude,  Stella  Moore;  Mazie, 
Geneva  Mitchell;  Carrie,  Shiela  Mannors;  Freda, 
Ruth  Canning;  Fannie,  Jane  Mercer;  Alice,  Sue 
Gomes;  Elsie,  Lisa  Gora;  Violet,  Alberta  Vaughn; 
Mrs.  Adams,  Virginia  Hammond;  Modiste,  Marjorie 
Gateson;  Miss  Gray,  Gretta  Gould;  Elsie's  Boy 
Friend,  Mischa  Aucr. 

"X  MARKS  THE  SPOT"— Tiffany  Prod  — 
From  the  story  by  Warren  B.  Buff  and  Gordon  Kann. 
Continuity  by  F.  Hugh  Herbert.  Directed  by  Erie 
C.  Kenton.  The  cast:  George  Howe,  Lew  Cody;  Sue, 
Sally  Blane;  Ted  Lloyd,  Wallace  Ford;  \ivyan  Parker, 
Mary  Nolan;  Riggs,  Fred  Kohler;  Inspector  Branni- 
gan,  Charles  Middleton;  llorlense,  Virginia  Lee 
Corbin;  Gloria,  as  child,  Helen  Parrish;  Gloria,  7  years 
later,  Joyce  Coad;  Eustace,  Clarence  Muse;  Ginsberg, 
Murray  Smith;  District  Attorney,  Richard  Tucker. 

"YELLOW  TICKET,  THE"— Fox.— From  the 

stage  play  by  Michael  Morton.  Scenario  by  Jules 
Furthman.  Directed  by  Raoul  Walsh.  The  cast: 
Marya  Varenka,  Elissa  Landi;  Baron  Stephen  Audrey, 
Lionel  Barrymore;  Julian  Rolph,  Laurence  Olivier; 
Count  Nikolai,  Walter  Byron;  Mother  \'arenka,  Sarah 
Padden;  Grandfather  Varenka,  Arnold  Korff;  Mel- 
choir.  Mischa  Auer;  Orderly,  Boris  Karloff. 


Winter  Days 

This  pooch  hasn't  a  pedigree,  but  he  claims  to  be  the  biggest  dog  in  the 

world  and  was  one  of  the  chief  attractions  at  a  Hollywood  "mutt"  show, 

where  blue  bloods  weren't  allowed.     Dickie  Moore  and  Georgie  Ernest, 

two  First  National  child  actors,  weigh  less  together  than  Elak  does 

•  The  world-famous  Ambas- 
sador offers  a  new  outdoor 
attraction.  .  .  A  BEAUTIFUL 
ATTENDANTS.  Available  to 
guests  early  in  January. 

•  The  charm  of  desert  sands, 
ocean  beach,  swimming  all 
within  the  Ambassador's  own 
22-acre  park.  Not  a  sanitarium 
...  a  playground  to  make  tired 
people  well andwell people  better. 

•  This  center  of  Los  Angeles 
and  Hollywood  social  life  also 
offers  tennis  courts,  18-hole 
miniature  golf  course,  archery, 
flowered  pergola  walks,  cactus 
gardens,  theatre,  Cocoanut 
Grove  for  dancing,  35  smart 
shops.  Ambassador  auditorium 
seats  7,000.  Guests  have  privi- 
lege of  champion  18-hole 
Rancho  Golf  Club. 

Most  Attractive  Rates 
. . ,  Outside  rooms 
with  Bath  as  low  as 
$5  per  day.  Write 
for  Chefs  booklet 
of  California  recipes 
and      information. 




Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 

1  U)M1M  ED  FROM  PACE  93 

CLARK    GABLE'S   wife   is   an   attractive 
little    woman     who    comes    not    quite     to 

Clark's  shoulder.  Sin-  dresses  in  quiet  clothes 
anil  never  raises  her  voice,  but  she  looks  up  at 
(lark  with  that  mixture  of  pride  and  admira- 
tion you'd  expect  her  to  show.  She  is  happy  to 
take  care  of  him  and  his  home  and  she  laughs 
to  herself  when  all  the  women  Rush  over  him. 

TTAROLD  LLOYD  is  looking  for  a 
■'—'•leading  woman  again.  He  wants 
her  for  his  next  picture. 

But  she  needn't  expect  the  break 
he  gave  his  former  leading  woman. 
He  married  her  —Mildred  Davis. 

'  I  'HE  real  story  behind  the  announcement  of 
-*-  Marjorie  Rambeau's  marriage  to  Francis 
A.  Gudger,  retired  millionaire,  is  one  of  the 
sweetest  ever  told.  They  hurried  to  Arizona 
where  no  one  would  make  objections,  for 
always  some  one  had  interfered  with  what 
should  have  been  a  great  love  match  years  ago, 
for  when  Marjorie  first  loved  Francis  he  was  a 
poor  boy  and  she  a  little  girl  with  stage  am- 

Her  family  believed  in  her  ability  and  per- 
suaded her  to  stay  single.  Later  she  made  a 
name  for  herself  and  married  Willard  Mack, 
whom  she  divorced  in  1917.  Two  years  later 
she  married  Hugh  Dillman.  Then  she  divorced 

Gudger  also  married.  His  wife  died  and 
months  afterwards  he  came  to  California  to 
try  to  win  the  woman  he'd  always  loved.  In 
the  meantime  he'd  sold  his  mica  mine  for 
twenty-six  millions. 

They  knew,  meeting  all  those  years  later, 
that  they  were  still  desperately  in  love  but 
Marjorie  felt,  at  first,  that  she  couldn't  leave 
her  sister,  Thelma,  who  depended  upon  her 
for   affection.      However,    Gudger   won    and 

Marjorie,  the  list  of  whose  trials  are  longer 
than  the  congressional  report,  is  happy  at  last. 
She  says  she's  through  with  the  stage  and 
screen.  She  and  her  husband  are  going  to 
travel  and  be  very  gay  and  carefree. 

JUST  before  her  marriage  and  her  rcnuncia- 
•'tion  of  pictures  a  studio  executive  sent  for 
Marjorie  Rambeau  to  tell  her  the  story  of  a 
picture  he  was  going  to  produce  in  which  he 
thought  there  would  be  a  rnle  for  her. 

Marjorie  listened  patiently.  She  knew  the 
story.  She'd  played  it  on  the  stage  dozens  and 
dozens  of  times.  But  she  didn't  interrupt. 
When  the  executive  had  finished  he  said, 
'Now  I,  personally,  think  you  can  do  the 
part,  but  we'd  like  someone  with  stage  expe- 
rience. Have  you  ever  had  any  stage  experi- 

And  the  exec  is  still  a  little  bewildered  by 
Marjorie's  laugh. 

TD  OBERT  COOGAN  was  carving  a 
-*-^- stick  on  the  set. 

"What  are  you  making?"  asked  a 

"An  airplane,"  answered  five-year- 
old  Robert. 

"But  where's  the  propeller?  You 
never  saw  an  airplane  without  a  pro- 

"All  right,"  said  Robert,  "it's  a 

TF  you  ask  Eddie  Robinson  to  tell  you  honestly 
-*-and  truthfully  who  is  the  best  actor  in 
Hollywood,  he'll  say  without  a  single  blush, 
"I  am."  He  has  less  of  an  inferiority  complex 
than  any  other  player.  And  "That  guy,"  he'll 
say  (naming  another  actor),  "is  a  ham." 

It' is  Robinson's  supreme  confidence  in  him- 
self and  his  ability  which  make  him  the  fine 

and  versatile  actor  he  is.  He  hesitates  at 
nothing.  He  always  says  when  asked  if  he 
feels  he  can  play  a  certain  part,  "Sure  I  can 
do  that." 

And  when  the  test  is  made  he  always  proves 
that  he  can. 

He  doesn't  think  he's  handsome.  But  he 
knows  he's  a  good  actor  and  he's  honest 
enough  to  admit  it. 

nrilERE  are  two  Roumanians  in  the  Holly- 
•*■  wood  colony.  Both  arc  artists.  Garbo, 
speaking  of  one  of  them  said:  "To  be  a  Rou- 
manian in  Hollywood  is  not  a  nationality;  it's 
a  profession." 

f'RETA  GARBO  walked  up  and  down  the 
^-Ilong  gallery  in  front  of  the  women's  dress- 
ing rooms  for  an  hour  the  other  day.  She 
thought  she  was  alone,  but  all  the  other  stars 
were  peeping  at  her  from  their  own  rooms. 
Hedda  Hopper  said, "  She  was  like  a  caged  lion 
raging  up  and  down.  She  was  superb,  as  superb 
as  all  her  Viking  forefathers."  Hedda's  never 
met  her. 

■D  ESEMBLIXG  Greta  Garbo  is  one  of  the 
-*-^-most  lucrative  businesses  these  days.  All 
you  need  is  a  pair  of  sloe  eyes,  a  long  bob  and 
a  slithery  walk  and — presto! — you're  a  success. 
Or  at  least  you're  assured  a  job. 

A  girl  named  Bobbie  Holmes  was  modeling 
cloaks  and  suits  in  the  wholesale  district  of 
Xew  York.  Somebody  from  the  very  smart 
Bruck-Weiss  shop  saw  her  and  exclaimed, 
"She  looks  like  Garbo."  The  girl  was  imme- 
diately hired  to  model  in  the  exclusive  store  at 
double  her  salary.  Photographically,  she  is  not 
as  much  like  the  Garbo  as  she  is  in  person.  She 
rather  creates  the  illusion  of  Garbo.  She's  five 
feet  nine,  wears  a  size  7}>  shoe  and  a  size 
14  frock. 

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Here's  what  the  mailman  left  in  Jane  E.  Considine's  letter  box.  And  we  bet  there  was  a  big 
celebration.  Jane  is  the  lucky  and  clever  girl  whose  original  story  "Beauty  and  the  Boss"  won 
the  PHOTOPLAY-Warner  Bros,  story  contest.  The  $2,000  will  go  toward  her  education.  She's  a 
junior  at  a  university  in  Switzerland  now.    Remember  the  name.    You'll  be  hearing  more  of  her 

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remember  her  in 
'Stella  Dallas,"  don't  you? — hasn't  worked 
in  pictures  for  quite  a  while.  But  now  she's 
going  on  a  circuit  in  a  one-act  stage  produc- 
tion. There's  a  reason  for  this — a  big  reason. 
Belle  is  the  adopted  mother  of  sixteen  children 
• — count  'em,  or  you  count  'em,  Belle.  They're 
all  her  first  cousins  and  she  supports  them  and 
their  mothers. 
That's  quite  a  few  mouths  to  feed. 

JUST  say  "dressing  room  bungalow"  to  any 
producer  and  he'll  say 

(no,  no,  printer,  you  mustn't  print  that).  At 
Wurners  there  are  two  of  the  elaborate  edifices. 
Originally  built  for  Colleen  Moore  and  Corinne 
Griffith  they've  both  been  vacant  for  some 
time  with  all  the  First  National  stars  bicker- 
ing for  them.  Now  Ruth  Chatterton  grabs  off 
the  Colleen  Moore  one.  Who'll  get  the  other? 
Will  it  be  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Kay  Francis, 
Marilyn  Miller  or  Dorothy  Mackaill?  Or  will 
it  be  Connie  Bennett  when  she  comes  to  the 
studio  to  do  another  picture?  My  personal — 
and  not  very  private — bet  is  that  Connie  will 
settle  down  on  the  old  Griffith  homestead. 
In  the  meantime,  the  fight  flourishes. 

XTARIETY  would  have  you  believe 
*  that  when  Estelle  Taylor  was  in 
Boston  she  was  asked  to  sign  a  guest 
book  at  City  Hall  when  she  noted 
that  the  last  name  signed  was  that  of 
Benny  Leonard. 

She  paused,  pen  in  hand  and  said, 
"After  all  the  years  I've  been  with  a 
heavyweight  you  expect  me  to  sign 
with  a  lightweight!" 

TV/f  ARIE  DRESSLER  is  going  fashionable 
*■  *  ■'■on  the  home  folks.  She  has  sixteen  changes 
of  elaborate  costumes  in  "Emma"  .  .  .  And 
she  loves  it.  .  .  .  The  three  minutes  darkness, 
a  tribute  to  Thomas  A.  Edison,  cost  the  studios 
thousands  of  dollars.  But  nobody  complained. 
Without  Edison  there  would  have  been  no 
movies.  .  .  .  The  last  thing  Arlene  Judge  did 
before  she  married  Wesley  Ruggles  was  to 
talk  long  distance  to  her  mother  who  couldn't 
be  at  the  wedding  .  .  .  And  the  two  sobbed 
together  across  those  three  thousand  miles. 
.  .  .  Noah  Beery  is  one  player  who  wants  his 
son  to  be  an  actor  .  .  .  The  kid's  already 
played  a  number  of  bits  and  will  be  featured  in 
a  series  of  Westerns  soon.  .  .  .  Janet  Gaynor 
is  recovering  from  a  nervous  breakdown. 

A  GROUP  of  Hollywood's  holier- 
•**■  than-thou's  were  talking  about 
the  bad,  bad  actors. 

"They're  what  gives  Hollywood  a 
bad  name,  with  their  evil  doings," 
they  agreed. 

An  actor  overheard.  Angry-faced 
he  strode  up  to  the  group  of  knockers. 

"Let  me  tell  you,"  he  said  plenty 
loud,  "that  you  don't  know  what 
you're  talking  about.  Why,  I  myself 
know  of  an  actor  who  disproves 
everything  you  say — he  was  tried 
twice  for  alienation  of  affections, 
once  for  driving  while  drunk,  and 
once  for  bigamy. 

"And  he  was  acquitted  every 

"D  ICARDO  CORTEZ  loves  polo  but  three 
vmonths  ago  he  said  he  was  not  going  to 
buy  any  ponies  because  he  couldn't  afford 
them.  He  has  a  new  contract  with  Radio — 
and  three  new  polo  ponies! 

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Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 

.1  I.J>  I  ROM  PAGE   110) 

"TXOROTHY  MACK. MI. I.  is  not  going  to 
^-'have  husband  Neil  Miller  known  as  "Mr. 
Mackaill."  Xo,  ma-ma  I  The  two  have  taken 
a  simple  apartment  of  two  rooms  at  the  Cha- 
teau Klysee  and  Neil  pays  the  hills  from  his 
modest  salary  as  chief  crooner  at  the  Embassy 

I  torothy  has  turned  her  Santa  Monica  beach 
.  which  was  once  the  scene  of  many 
whoopee  parties,  over  to  her  mother.  Inci- 
dentally, before  the  marriage  Ma  Mackaill 
wasn't  so  fond  of  young  Miller  and  used  to 
refer  to  him  as  "the  Shreik."  But  now  she's 
reconciled  and  all  is  forgiven. 

A  FRIEND  met  Nils  Asther  for 
the  first  time  in  months.  "You 
have  certainly  improved  your  Eng- 
lish, Nils !" 

"Ya?  You  tank  so?"  said  Nils  and 
just  that  pleased. 

A  N  electrical  sign  over  a  theater 
-**-in  Brooklyn  read:  "tf  it's  a 
Paramount  picture  it's  the  best  show 
in   town!"    "The   Magnificent   Lie." 

HTHIC  publicity  department  at  Metro  wanted 
■*■  some  pretty  girl  to  pose  with  Johnny 
Weissmuller,  the  swimming  champion.  They 
sent  for  Una  Merkel  and  provided  a  lovely 
bathing  suit  for  her. 

When  she  arrived  at  the  pool,  she  asked  in- 
nocently if  they  would  like  to  have  her  get  into 
the  water.  They  replied  that  it  wasn't  neces- 
sary for  her  to  risk  that;  all  she  had  to  do  was 
to  look  pretty. 

"  But  I'd  like  to  go  in!"  she  answered.  They 
gave  permission  and  were  amazed  to  see  her 
take  a  quick  dive  and  do  many  of  the  strokes 
for  which  the  champion  himself  is  famous. 
They  spent  the  afternoon  taking  pictures  of 
the  two  of  them  in  action. 

Wf *g    f*.  BAB,/* a 

Here's  something  to  do  with  your  old  Christmas  cards  instead  of  giving 
them  a  glance  or  a  sniff)  and  tossing  them  into  the  waste  basket.  It's 
Lucille  CTeason's  idea.  She,  along  with  hubby  Jimmie  and  son  Russell, 
receive  hundreds  every  year.  She  pastes  the  greetings  on  a  plain  wooden 
screen,  covers  it  all  with  shellac  and— presto!  —has  a  grand  piece  of  furni- 
ture for  beach  house  or  sun  porch 

1  .'<> 

"T_rO\V  many  times  have  you  appeared  in 

■*-  Athis  court?"  Municipal  Judge  Paonessa 
asked  Bert  Wheeler,  film  comedian,  appearing 
before  him  charged  with  speeding. 

"I  don't  know,  judge.  I  thought  you  were 
keeping  score,"  answered  Wheeler. 

Wheeler  tried  several  other  jokes.  Finally 
the  judge  demanded  impatiently,  "Are  you 
guilty,  or  not  guilty?" 

Wheeler  admitted  being  guilty. 
Ten  dollars  or  two  days  and  if  you  think 
that's  a  joke  let's  see  you  laugh!"  the  judge 

Wheeler  paid  up  and  shut  up. 

"D  OLAND  YOUNG  insists  that  he 
-*-^-  was  named  after  his  grand- 
mother's pet  canary  which  died  only 
a  few  days  before  he  was  born. 

"Thus,  the  name  was  left  tempo- 
rarily vacant  in  the  family;  I  was 
the  first  one  who  happened  along  to 
take  it." 

A/TARLENE  DIETRICH'S  six-year-old 
■lvj-baby  girl  shocked  even  the  Hollywood 
colony  at  Santa  Monica  the  other  day.  She 
got  away  from  her  nurse  while  sunbathing, 
and  strolled  the  beach  in  the  nude.  Chorus 
girls,  yeah — but  a  six-year-old!  My,  how  the 
men  blushed. 

CTAN  LAUREL  and  Oliver  Hardy  were 
Splaying  poker  between  scenes. 

"Camera,"  called  the  director. 

"That's  a  hundred  dollars  you  owe  me," 
said  Stan. 

"Hey!  Wait!''  screeched  Oliver  indignantly. 
"You  didn't  say  anything  about  playing  for 

"I    wasn't    sure 

I'd    win,"    Stanley    said 

A  STAR  had  been  in  Mexico,  on 
■**•  a  deer-hunting  vacation  between 
pictures.  The  actor  breezed  into 
the  newspaper  office  and  demanded 
blood.  "Who,"  he  roared,  "is  the 
so-and-so  who  printed  this  about 
me?"  And  he  waved  a  clipping 
which  said  he  was  in  Mexico,  hunt- 
ing beer. 

TTOLLVWOOD  raised  its  best  plucked  eye- 
■*■  -*-brows  when  it  was  announced  that  Polly 
Moran  was  to  be  mistress  of  ceremonies  at  the 
opening  of  a  Phoenix,  Arizona,  theater.  This 
requires  tact,  diplomacy,  dignity  and  a  certain 
culture.  How  could  dragged-up-by-the-scruff- 
of-the-neck  Polly  iranage  such  a  job?  Polly 
thought  she'd  show  'em. 

She  spent  the  morning  of  the  opening  going 
to  all  the  women's  clubs,  the  service  clubs  and 
the  chamber  of  commerce.  When  she  came 
back  to  her  hotel  to  dress  for  the  theater 
ceremony  her  feet  were  so  swollen  she  couldn't 
get  her  shoes  on,  so  she  wore  her  bedroom 
slippers  on  the  stage  and  begged  the  audience 
to  forgive  her. 

No  society  woman  could  have  made  a  more 
polished  and  dignified  speech.  One  Phoenix 
woman  insisted  upon  knowing  from  what  uni- 
versity Polly  had  graduated  because  she 
wanted  to  send  her  daughter  there! 



NEWS       EXTRA! 



Don't  fail  to  get  a  ringside  seat 
at  your  favorite  movie  theatre 
to  see  Wallace  Beery  as  "the 
Champ"  fight  for  his  boy,  Dink 
(Jackie  Cooper).  You  will  be 
thrilled  beyond  words  by  this 
story  of  a  battered,  broken  down 
pugilist  trying  to  stage  a  come- 
back because  his  boy  believes  him 
to  be  the  greatest  fighter  in  the 
world.  You  will  not  be  ashamed 
to  brush  away  a  tear  as  the 
Champ  makes  his  last  great  sac- 
rifice for  his  boy.  And  you  will 
say,  with  millions  of  other  movie 
fans,  "Beery  is  great  —  Jackie 
Cooper  is  marvelous  —  The 
Champ  is  truly  the  knockout  pic- 
ture of  the  year!" 


He  loved  this  boy  of  his  more  than 
anything  else  in  the  world — but 
knew  that  the  best  thing  he  could 
do  for  hhn  was  to  go  out  of  his  life 
forever  ...  a  world  of  pathos  and 
cheer     in     a     picture 






with  Irene  RICH  —  Roscoe  ATES 

Story  by  Frances  Marion     Dialogue  Continuity  by  Leonard  Praskins 

A   METRO  -  GOLDWYN  •  MAYER   Picture 

bully  old  slogan  hits 
me  just  right- 

ft  1  bamboozlin '  about  that! 


OURE!  When  a  word  fits,  you  know  it! 
"Satisfy"  just  Jits  ■  CHESTERFIELD.     A 

smoker  picks  up  a  package,  and  he  likes  its  neat 
appearance — no  heavy  inks  or  odors  from  ink. 
That  satisfies  him. 

Then  he  examines  a  Chesterfield.  It  is  well- 
filled;  it  is  neat  in  appearance;  the  paper  is  pure 
white.    And  that  satisfies  him. 

He  lights  up.  At  the  very  first  puff  he  likes 
the  flavor  and  the  rich  aroma.  He  decides  that 
it  tastes  bitter — neither  raw    nor  over-sweet;  just 

pleasing  and  satisfying  .  .  .  Then  he  learns  it 
is  milder.  That's  another  way  of  saying  that 
there  is  nothing  irritating  about  it .  .  .  And  again 
he's  satisfied! 

Satisfy — they've  got  to  satisfy!  The  right  to- 
baccos, the  CHESTERF1KLD  kind,  cured  and 
aged,  blended  and  cross-blended,  to  a  taste  that's 
right.  Everything  that  goes  into  CHESTER- 
FIELD is  the  best  that  money  can  buy  and  that 
science  knows  about.  CHESTERFIELDS  do 
a  complete  job  of  it.    They  Satisfy! 

©  1931.  Liccctt  &  Myi-rs  Todacco  Co. 

The   NEWS  MAGAZINE  of  the  SCREEN 


25  CENTS 

30  Cants  in  Canada 

Nhy  Constance  Bennett  is 



never  parched,  never  toasted! 

The  cool,  flavorful  freshness  of  Camel  cigarettes 
is  purely  a  natural  product. 
It  is  attained  not  by  any  mysterious  processes, 
but  simply  by  preserving  the  full  natural  good- 
ness of  fine  sun-ripened  tobaccos. 
These    choice  tobaccos  of  which  Camels   are 
blended  —  fine    Turkish    and   mild    Domestic 
tobaccos  —  are  never  parched  or   toasted. 
On  the  contrary  we   exercise  every  care  and 

precaution  to  safeguard  the  natural  moisture 
which  is  infused  with  their  mildness  and  flavor. 

That's  why  the  Camel  Humidor  Pack  is  such  a 
boon  to  Camel  smokers  —  it  could  do  little  or 
nothing  except  for  the  fact  that  the  cigarettes 
we  put  into  it  are  fresh  to  start  with. 

To  see  what  that  means  in  cool,  smooth,  throat- 
friendly  smoking  pleasure,  switch  to  fresh  Camels 
for  just  one  day — then  leave  them,  if  you  can! 

R.  J.  REYNOLDS  TOBACCO  COMPANY,  Winston-Salem,  S.  C. 

R.  J.  Reynolds  Tobacco  Company's  Coast -to-Coast  Radio  Programs 

CAMEL  QUARTER  HOUR,  Morton  Downey,  Tony 
Wons,  and  Camel  Orchestra,  direction  Jacques  Renard, 
every'  night  except  Sunday,  Columbia  Broadcasting  System 

Hunch,"  and  Prince  Albert  Orchestra,  direction  Paul  Van 
Loan,  every  night  except  Sunday,  N.  B.  C  Red  Network 

See  radio  page  of  local  newspaper  for  time 

©  1932.  R.  J.  Reynolds  Tobacco  Company 

Don't  remove  the  moisture-proof  wrapping 
from  your  package  of  Camels  after  you  open  it. 
1  he  Camtl  Humidor  Pack  it  protection  against 
perfume  and  powder  odors,  dust  and  germ*. 
In  offices  and  bonus.  citn  in  the  dry  atmosphere 
of  artificial  beat,  the  Camel  Humidor  Pad 
delivers  fresh  Camels  and  keeps  them  right 
until  the  last  one  has  been  smoked 


Made     I    II  I    s  II   —   §i  <  />  t     FRESH 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


Women  especially  should  be  concerned  about  the  looks  of  their  teeth 
and  their  husband's  teeth.  Follow  the  new  dental  developments.  Use 
Ipana  and  massage.  Beauty  of  the  teeth,  preservation  of  the  gums  in 
a  healthy  state  will  reward  you. 

This  is  Ipana  Tooth  Paste.  Use  it  on  your  teeth.  Massage  it  into 
your  gums.  Keep  your  gums  firm  and  healthy  with  Ipana  and 
massage,  and  you  will  be  delighted  with  the  fine,  clean  appearance 
of  your  teeth — the  only  teeth  you  will  ever  have. 

You  may  live  on  Easy  Street,  or  work  like 
a  slave — either  way,  you  can  have  plenty 
of  grief  from  soft  gums.  "Pink  tooth 
brush"  can  happen  to  anyone'. 

As  a  child,  you  had  good,  sound  gums. 
But  now?  No!  Why?  Because,  like  all  the 
modern  world,  you  eat  soft  foods.  And 
soft  foods  don't  give  your  gums  enough 
work  to  keep  them  vigorous  and  firm. 
t>  Gradually  your  gums  have  become  lazy, 
touchy,  and  tender.  They  probably  leave 
traces  of  "pink"  on  your  tooth  brush. 

And  unless  you  set  them  to  work  right  ■ — twice  each  day.  But  each  time  rub  a 

now,  gingivitis,  Vincent's  disease,  or  even  little  extra  Ipana  into  your  gums, 
pyorrhea  might  follow.  And  why  endan-  You'll  notice  more  sparkle  in  your  teeth 

ger  the  health  of  sound  teeth?  — and    your   gums   will    be    harder    and 

Get  after  "pink  tooth  brush" — begin-  healthier.  Go  on  using  Ipana  with  massage 

ning  today.  Brush  your  teeth  with  Ipana  — and  forget  about  "pink  tooth  brush"! 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 



with  CLIVE  BROOK,  Anna  May  Wong,  Warner  Oland  and 
Eugene  Pallette.     Directed  by  Josef  Von  Sternberg 

All  men  desired  her,'  this  ravishing,  mysterious  creature  whose 
scarlet  life  held  many  men — whose  Love  only  one  had  ever 
known !  Parted,  they  meet  again,  on  the  Shanghai  Express — 
seething  with  intrigue,  desire,  hatred — hurtling  through  the  night 
with  a  dead  man  at  the  throttle  .  .  .  Marlene  Dietrich  in  the  year's 
greatest  melodrama — another  Paramount  "best  show  in  town!" 

n^ammmmt  IR  CpicUum 


The  World's  Leading  Motion  Picture  Publication 

Vol.  XLI  No.  3 

JAMES  R.  QUIRK,  Editor  and  Publisher 

February,  1932 


Winners  of  Photoplay 
Magazine  Gold  Medal  for 
the    best    picture   of   the    year 










1923                          1924  1925 

"The      "ABRAHAM  "THE  BIG 


1926                         1927  1928 

"BEAU            "7th  "FOUR 





Information  and 

Brickbats  and  Bouquets      ....  6 

Friendly  Advice  on  Girls' 

Problems 74 

Questions  and  Answers     ....  82 

Hollywood  Menus 85 

Addresses  of  the  Stars 121 

Screen  Memories  from  Photoplay  .  122 

Casts  of  Current  Photoplays    .      .      .  124 


High-Lights  of  This  Issue 

Close-Ups  and  Long-Shots       .                ....      James  It.  Qlirk  25 

The  Man  That  Gloria  Married Eulalia  Wilson  28 

Any  Woman  Can  Be  Beautiful Sylvia  30 

Why  Constance  Is  Unpopular  In  Hollywood    .        .        .       Ruth  Biery  34 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood         ....  36 

Photoplay's  Tintypes Sara  Hamilton  46 

"Murders  in  the  Rue  Morgue" 56 

The  New  Gretna  Green Harry  Lang  58 

Seymour — Photoplay's  Style  Authority 61 

The  Unknown  Hollywood  I  Know     ....     Katheiune  Albert  65 

Whom  Would  You  Leave  Behind  in  the  Desert?        ....  70 

Come  With  Us  and  Peek  into  Lilyan's  Brand  New  Wardrobe     .        .  72 

Hair  Tricks  That  Change  Your  Face     .        .        .     Carolyn  Van  Wtck  74 

Will  Marlene  Break  the  Spell? Kay  Evans  76 

It's  All  Done  With  Scissors 80 

Studio  Rambles Sara  Hamilton  128 

Photoplay's  Famous  Reviews 

Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 8 

The  Shadow  Stage 48 

Short  Subjects  of  the  Month 120 


What  Happened  to  Harry  Langdon     .        .        .         Katherixe  Albert 

When  Nordic  Met  Latin Ralph  Wheelwright 

To  the  Head  of  the  Class Leonard  Hall 

What  Hollywood  Did  to  a  New  England  Sehoolmarm 

Llewellyn    Carroll 

Maurice  Chevalier  and  Robert  Coogan 

Marion's  Philosophy R^h  Biery 




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at  the  jrludience 




With  Brickbats  and  Bou- 
quets Photoplay  Readers 
Voice  Their  Opinions  of 
Pictures  and  Personalities 


I  wouldn't  exchange  my  $25  a  week  for 
Clark  Gable's  thousands.  When  I  am  through 
for  the  day,  no  'phone  rings  to  ask  me  to  make 
retakes.  I  can  take  my  girl  to  a  movie  and  no 
one  will  say  where  we  went  or  what  we  wore. 
Every  summer  I  have  my  vacation  in  peace 
and  I  don't  get  any  wires  saying,  "Come  back. 
Picture  starting." 

I  can  talk  about  my  girl  and  no  reporter  will 
write,  "He  said,  'She  is  a  marvelous  girl  but 
we're  just  good  friends.'  " 

And  after  reaching  the  top  of  the  ladder, 
which  I  intend  to  do,  no  fickle  public  will  say, 
"We  are  tired  of  him,"  and  down  I  come. 
I  am  satisfied  just  being  a  movie  fan. 

Arthur  Cain,  Jr.,  Vidalia,  Ga. 


I  play  quarterback  on  the  high  school  foot- 
ball team.  So  far  this  season  I  have  had  good 
breaks  (or  maybe  it  is  good  interference  on  the 
part  of  my  team  mates).  Anyhow,  I've  been 
gaining  yardage  and  scoring  quite  a  few  touch- 
downs. Well,  I  was  beginning  to  feel  real 
important.    I  had  the  big  head. 

The  other  day  the  coach  and  a  few  players 
and  I  saw  Richard  Arlen  in  "Touchdown." 
When  it  came  to  the  part  where  the  star 
player  began  to  think  he  was  the  big  "I," 
I  could  see,  out  of  the  corner  of  my  eye,  some 
of  the  team  staring  at  me.  I  knew  right  away 
what  they  were  thinking.  From  now  on  I'm 
going  to  play  for  the  team  and  not  for  the  big 
"I."  This  picture  sure  opened  my  eyes. 

R.  J.  Satterlee,  Muncie,  Ind. 


I'm  in  my  early  twenties  but  have  been  deaf 
for  more  than  eight  years  and  I  found  no  joy  in 
being  alive.  One  day  a  friend  asked  if  I  had 
tried  the  ear-phones  at  the  neighborhood 
theater.  I  went  to  see  "The  Big  House,"  but 
did  not  expect  to  hear.  I  doubt  if  Columbus 
when  he  sighted  America  could  have  been  so 
overcome  with  joy  as  I  was  when,  for  the  first 
time  in  years,  I  heard  a  human  voice.  I  sat 
through  three  performances  and  my  ears  ached 
badly,  but  the  next  night  I  went  back  again. 
\ow  my  ears  do  not  ache,  and  I've  seen  every 
movie  I  could,  good  or  bad  I've  not  cared. 
That  I  can  hear  people  talk  is  joy  enough. 
Louis  S.  Papp,  Cleveland,  Ohio 


After  a  lapse  of  fourteen  years  I  have  re- 
sumed teaching  in  the  public  schools.  The 
intelligence  level  of  school  children  has  ad- 
vanced so  much  in  that  period  that  it  is 
amazing.  There  is  no  such  thing  as  a  totally 
dull  and  listless  child  any  more.  I  am  con- 
vinced the  change  is  due  to  the  educational 
value  of  the  motion  pictures.    In  almost  every 

Joan  Crawford's  face  is  to  the 
camera,  Clark  Gable  is  in  profile 
in  this  still  from  "Possessed," 
and  lots  of  people  didn't  like  that. 
It  wasn't  because  they  object  to 
looking  at  Joan,  they  just  want  to 
see  more  of  Gable.  But  all  liked 
the  film  itself 

LETTERS  come  from  the  four  cor- 
ners of  the  earth.  China,  South 
Africa,  South  America,  Hawaii,  Brit- 
ish Columbia,  Australia  and  England. 

A  big  battle  is  raging.  All  of  a  sud- 
den there  are  just  two  kinds  of  people 
in  the  world,  the  pro-Bennetts  and 
the  anti-Bennetts.  First  name  is 
Connie,  of  course.  And.  while  this 
goes  on,  the  smoke  from  the  Garbo 
trenches  is  reduced  to  a  few  mild 
puffs.  You'llfinda  story  about  Connie 
in  another  part  of  this  magazine. 

The  Academy  of  Motion  Picture 
Arts  and  Sciences  was  roundly  cheered 
for  giving  Marie  Dressier  the  award 
for  best  acting.  There  has  never  been 
one  brickbat  hurled  at  "Queen 
Marie."    And  that's  a  record. 

Sorrow  over  the  untimely  death  of 
Robert  Williams  and  congratulations 
to  Richard  Dix  for  getting  married  at 
last.  And,  believe  me,  you  readers 
know  stories  when  you  see  them,  for 
the  pet  pictures  are:  "The  Champ." 
"Frankenstein,"  " Arrowsmith," 
"Possessed,"  "Are  These  Our  Chil- 
dren?" "Platinum  Blonde,"  "Over 
the  Hill."  "Palmy  Days"  and  "The 
Cuban  Love  Song."  Photoplay 
doesn't  want  to  dislocate  its  arm 
patting  itself  on  the  back,  but  we  did 
recommend  every  one  of  these  films. 

Jimmie  Dunn  is  still  a  favorite  as 
is.  of  course,  Clark  Gable,  and  every- 
body is  waiting  for  Garbo's  "Mata 
Hari."    It  is  reviewed  in  this  issue. 

When  the  audience  speaks  the  stars  and  pro- 
ducers listen.  We  ofler  three  prizes  for  the 
best  letters  of  the  month — $25,  $10  and  $5. 
Literary  ability  doesn't  count.  But  candid 
opinions  and  constructive  suggestions  do. 
Write  up  to  200  words,  no  more.  We  must 
reserve  the  right  to  cut  letters  to  suit  space 
limitations,  and  no  letters  can  be  returned. 
Address  The  Editor,  PHOTOPLAY,  221  West 
57th  Street,  New  York  City. 

piece  of  literature  we  study  I  find  that  a  pre- 
conceived idea  of  the  period  has  been  accu- 
rately formed  by  some  picture. 

Grace  H.  Kehr,  Decatur,  Ga. 


After  many  hours  spent  in  poring  over  the 
monotonous  details  of  chemistry  or  economics, 
what  a  joy  it  is  to  abandon  all  studies  and 
hurry  off  to  the  movies.  Here  at  Wellesley,  we 
have  found  this  form  of  entertainment  the 
ideal  college  recreation.  It  keeps  us  in  touch 
with  the  outside  world  and  relieves  our  minds 
for  a  few  hours  from  the  tension  of  study.  It 
fits  in  nicely  with  our  limited  time  schedules 
and  limited  pocketbooks  as  well. 

Mary  Crowley,  Wellesley,  Mass. 


I  saw  Joan  Crawford  and  Clark  Gable  in 
"  Possessed."  It  was  swell.  I  always  did  say 
Joan  was  the  best  actress  on  the  screen,  but  in 
this  picture  she  was  superb.  The  same  goes  for 
Clark  Gable.  What  the  movies  need  are  more 
actresses  like  Crawford,  more  actors  like  Gable 
and  more  stories  like  "Possessed." 

M  Irion  Baxno,  Dallas,  Texas 

A  few  months  ago  Photoplay  nicknamed 
him  "What-A-Man  Gable,"  but  now  my  girl 
friends  and  I  call  him  "What- A- Neck  Gable." 
The  reason?  Because  in  "Possessed,"  prac- 
tically all  we  saw  of  our  favorite  actor  was  the 
back  of  his  handsome  head  and  neck !  The  way 
they  let  Joan  Crawford  (or  told  her  to)  "back 
up"  on  that  boy  and  take  all  the  full  faces  and 
the   close-ups   was   flagrant   scene   stealing. 

But  we  just  go  for  Clark  twice  as  hard.  Now 
we  know  that  in  addition  to  high-powered  sex- 
appeal  he  has  "back  appeal  plus." 

Roberta  Jean  Robbins,  Chicago,  111. 

Even  though  Joan  Crawford  got  all  the 
breaks  in  "Possessed"'  and  Clark  Gable's  part 
wasn't  as  big,  he  "did  himself  proud"  in  the 
opinion  of  this  family  of  seven.  As  Photo- 
play's review  said,  "If  Joan  hadn't  been  so 
good  in  her  role,  Clark  would  have  had  the 
whole  picture."  We  hear  Clark  is  to  play 
opposite  Marion  Davies  in  "Polly  of  the 
Circus."  This  time  we  hope  they  give  him  a 
chance  to  look  at  the  camera  more  often,  and 
us  audiences  a  better  chance  to  look  at  him. 
We  like  his  type. 
The  Braxxigax  Family,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 


Telephone  companies  report  a  big  demand 
for  French  telephones  as  soon  as  they  were 
used  in  the  movies.  The  movies  set  new  stand- 
ards for  dress,  house  furnishing,  hair  dress, 
voice,  manners  and  conduct. 

Ilva  Graeff,  Cleveland,  Ohio 
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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

^7  dnerit  Clcheii. 








beauty  exotic  as  a  tropic  night .  . . 
Her  personality— fascinating  . . . 

Her  artistry. u  ih-(|  i ia I L  <l  . .  .The 

flame  of  her  genius  blazed  a  trail 
ot  triumph  thru  the  capitals  of 
lliurope  . . .  Now  she  is  destined  to 
intrigue  America  with  her  allure, 
her  subtlety,  her  tremendous 
power  of  emotional  expression . .  . 
Her  fyremlere  in  The  woman 
from  Monte  Carlo"  is  an  event 
not  to  be  missed.  .  .  w^atch  for  it. 

Screen  play  and  dialogue  by  Harvey  Tnew 
Directed    by   MICHAEL   CURTIZ 

Qjll  CsOerlin   •    Dagover  is  the  foremost  actress  of  their  stage  and  screen 

CJn  C/aris   •    Dagover  is  idolized  by  famous  modistes  for  her 
style  and  beauty. 

CJn  ^Vienna    •    Dagoverisa  vivid  figure  in  the  entertain- 
ments of  the  nobility. 

CJn  Xjtollyieooa  •  Dagover  set  the  cinema  capital 
aflame  -with  the  brilliance  of 
her  artistry. 


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AGE  FOR  LOVE,  THE— Caddo—  Billie  Dove  is 
good  but  the  old  familiar  story  doesn't  click.    (Oct.) 

•     ALEXANDER   HAMILTON  —  Warners.- - 
George   Arliss,   need   we   say   more?     Another 
superb  characterization  of  an  historic  figure.  (Aug.) 

ALIAS  THE  BAD  MAN— Tiffany  Prod.— You 
probably  won't  like  this  even  if  you're  a  Western  fan. 
Ken  Maynard  is  okay — but  you  simply  don't  believe 
that  story.     (Sept.) 

AMBASSADOR  BILL— Fox— Will  Rogers,  a 
mythical  kingdom  and  a  lot  of  laughs.    (Dec.) 

•  AMERICAN  TRAGEDY.  AN— Paramount.— 
Dreiser's  great  tragedy  becomes  one  of  the 
month's  best  pictures.  Phillips  Holmes  and  Sylvia 
Sidney  head  a  glorious  cast.  Not  for  the  children, 

Pictures. — Inside,  and  pretty  serious  stuff  on 
what  goes  on  in  some  high  schools.  Neither  parents 
nor  children  should  miss  it.    (Dec.) 

ARIZONA  — Columbia.— (Reviewed  under  title 
"Men  Are  Like  That").  Laura  La  Plante  and  John 
Wayne  find  life  and  love  at  an  army  post.     (Oct.) 

MINUTES— United  Artists.— Douglas  Fair- 
banks in  the  funniest,  trickiest,  peppiest  travelogue 
you've  seen.    A  novelty  you  must  not  miss.     (Jan.) 

•  ARROWSMITH  —  United  Artists.— Neither 
author  Sinclair  Lewis  nor  you  will  find  fault 
with  this.  The  story  of  a  doctor,  beautifully  done  by- 
Ronald  Colman  and  Helen  Hayes.  A  great  picture. 

•  BAD  COMPANY— RKO-Pathe.— A  gang 
picture  that's  different,  with  Helen  Twelve- 
trees  and  Ricardo  Cortez  doing  some  fine  acting. 

•  BAD  GIRL — Fox. — You'll  laugh  and  cry  over 
this,  made  from  the  novel  of  the  same  name. 
Sally  Filers  is  all  the  girls  who  live  next  door. 
That  new  kid,  James  Dunn,  bears  watching.  Don't 
miss  this  one.     (Sept.) 

Complications  between  a  sculptor,  his  ward  and  his 
sweetheart.  Paul  Lukas  and  Dorothy  Jordan  are  the 
heartthrobs — Charlie  Ruggles  screamingly  funny. 

BLACK  CAMEL,  THE— Fox.— Here's  your  old 
pal  Charlie  Chan  (sure,  it's  only  Warner  Oland)  un- 
raveling the  mystery  of  a  movie  star's  murder  in 
Honolulu.  Great  stuff  for  the  mystery-minded  and 
other  folks,  too.     (Sept.) 

•  BLONDE  CRAZY— Warners.— Reviewed  un- 
der the  title  "Larceny  Lane."  James  Cagney 
and  Joan  Blondell  in  another  "crook  picture"  that's 
top-notch  entertainment.     (Oct.) 

•  BOUGHT— Warners.— Connie  Bennett  and 
her  father,  Richard,  rip  off  a  real  picture. 
Elegant  acting,  clothes  you'll  be  ca-razy  for,  and  a 
vivid,  human  story.  Ben  Lyon  does  the  best  work 
of  his  career.     (Sept.) 

BRANDED — Columbia. — Good  scenery,  good 
riding,  good  ol'  Buck  Jones.  But  let's  have  less  talk 
and  more  action  in  Westerns.     (Oct.) 

BRAT,  THE— Fox— Remember  Sally  O'Neil? 
What  a  comeback  the  kid  stages  in  this  old  Maude 
Fulton  comedy-drama.  And  what  a  rough  and 
tumble  fight  she  and  Virginia  Cherrill  havel     (Sept.) 

•     BUSINESS    AND    PLEASURE— Fox.— Will 
Rogers  is  a  riot.     (Oct.) 

CAPTIVATION  —  Capital  Prod.  —  Ho-hum.  a 
wife-in-name-only  situation,  a  stouter  Conway  Tearle 
and  a  leading  woman  who  almost  out-Dietriehs 
Garbo.    Made  in  England.    (Dec.) 


CAUGHT— Paramount. — The  plot  is  pretty  silly. 
Boy  (Dick  Arlen)  finds  mother  (Louise  Dresser)  is 
outlaw  lie  was  sent  out  to  get — but  Louise  is  worth 
the  admission.     (Sept.) 

CAUGHT  PLASTERED— Radio  Pictures— (Re- 
viewed under  the  title  "Full  of  Notions.")— If  you 
like  Wheeler  and  Woolsey.  don't  let  this  get  by  you, 
for  it's  one  of  their  best  comedies  to  date.     (Sept.) 

•  CHAMP,  THE  —  M-G-M.  —  You'll  laugh, 
you'll  cry.  you'll  thrill  at  this  superb  picture 
with  those  two  great  artists,  Jackie  Cooper  and 
Wallace  Beery.    Don't  miss  this  one.     (Dec.) 

CHEAT,  THE — Paramount.— In  which  Tallulah 
Bankhead  does  her  acting  stuff  in  an  old-fashioned 
story'-     (Jan.) 

•     CISCO    KID,    THE— Fox.— Warner    Baxter 
makes  the  girls'  hearts  beat  double  time  in  this 
thriller.  The  plot  isn't  new  but  the  treatment  is.  (Xov.) 

You  get  the  real  in- 
side news  in 


You  get  it  first.  You 
get  accurate  news. 

You  can  rely  upon 
PHOTOPLAY'S   reviews. 

It  is  way  out  in  front 
in  the  vast  field  of 

COMMON  LAW,  THE— RKO-Pathe.— A  poor 
adaptation  of  an  old  favorite  but  Constance  Bennett 
is  worth  seeing.     Sophisticated  fare,  (.-lug.) 

COMPROMISED— First  National.—  (  Reviewed 
under  the  title  "We  Tliree".)  Just  uh-huh  on  this 
one.  It  neither  bores  nor  thrills.  About  a  million- 
aire.    (.Vor.) 

CONFESSIONS  OF  A  CO-ED— Paramount  — 
Not  a  very  convincing  piece  with  Sylvia  Sidney, 
Phillips  Holmes  and  Norman  Foster.  CoHege 
atmosphere.     (A  ug.) 

tures.— Don't  miss  this  truly  sophisticated  1931 
movie,  with  Irene  Dunne  and  Pat  "Front  Page" 
O'Brien.      (Xov.) 

CONVICTED— Supreme  Features.— A  murder 
mystery  at  sea  and  a  good  one,  with  Aileen  Pringle 
and  Harry  Myers.    (Dec.) 

CORSAIR  — United  Artists.— Familiar  gangster 
activities  transferred  to  a  marine  setting,  without  im- 
provement.   Chester  Morris.    (Jan.) 

Lawrence  Tibbett's  voice.  Lupe  Velez'  love- 
making  and  Jimmy  Durante's  darn  foolishness  in  a 
lusty  story  of  marines  in  Cuba.     Great  stuff.     (Dec.) 

DANGEROUS  AFFAIR,  A— Columbia.— A  fast- 
moving  and  surprise-filled  "shrieker"  with  Jack  Holt 
and  Ralph  Graves.     (Nov.) 


— Sessue  Hayakawa  and  Anna  May  Wong  in  an 
Oriental  mystery.  Recommended  if  you  like  your 
murders  sinister.     (Oct.) 

DEADLINE,  THE— Columbia.— A  Western  with 
a  really  good  plot.  Better  than  the  average  horse 
opera.     Buck  Jones.    (Jan.) 

DER  GROSSE  TENOR— UFA— A  slow  moving. 
all-German  talkie  with  Emil  Jannings  in  a  typical 
Jannings  role.    A  song  or  two.     (Aug.) 

•  DEVOTION— RKO-Pathe.— Perfect  cast,  ex- 
cellent direction  and  sparkling  dialogue  make 
this  moth-eaten  plot  a  picture  you  must  not  miss. 
Ann  Harding.     (Nov.) 

DREYFUS  CASE,  THE— Columbia— An  accu- 
rate account  of  the  famous  Dreyfus-Emile  Zola 
rumpus,  made  in  England  with  a  fine  British  cast. 


EAST  OF  BORNEO— Universal.— The  title  tells 
the  story.  Real  Borneo  scenery,  excellent  studio 
"fakes."  Charles  Bickford  and  Rose  Hobart  make 
it  interesting  enough.     (Sept.) 

ENEMIES  OF  THE  LAW— Regal  Prod.— Unless 
you  want  to  see  Lou  Tellegen's  brand  new  face-lift, 
you  can  check  this  off  your  list.  Not  even  Mary 
Nolan's  beauty  compensates  for  that  old  formula 
877 — a  gangster  story.     (Sept.) 

EX-BAD  BOY— Universal.— If  you  like  gag- 
farce,  you'll  get  a  kick  out  of  this.  Robert  Armstrong 
and  Jean  Arthur  give  fine  comedy  acting.    (Aug.) 

EXPENSIVE  WOMEN— Warners.— A  pretty  un- 
happy return  to  the  screen  for  Dolores  Costello.  The 
less  said  about  it  the  better.    (Aug.) 

EXPRESS  13— UFA.— A  thrilling  German- 
dialogue  film  that  makes  you  wish  you'd  paid  more 
attention  to  your  German  teacher.     (Oct.) 

FALSE  MADONNA,  THE— Paramount.— This 
doesn't  make  you  laugh  but  it  hits  your  heart.  Kay 
Francis  is  good  but  a  new  boy,  John  Breedcn.  steals 
the  show.     (Jan.) 

FANNY  FOLEY  HERSELF— Radio  Pictures.— 
Edna  May  Oliver's  first  starring  film.  You'll  laugh 
and — what's  more — you'll  cry.  In  Technicolor.  See 
it.     (Oct.) 

FIFTY  FATHOMS  DEEP  —  Columbia.— Why 
waste  Jack  Holt  and  Dick  Cromwell  on  that  same  old 
plot?  Oh  sure,  they  are  deep  sea  divers  in  love  with 
one  girl.     (Nov.) 

FIGHTING  SHERIFF,  THE  —  Columbia.  — 
Recommended  for  dyed-in-the-wool  Western  fans. 
Others  will  find  it  just  average  film  fare.  Buck 
Jones  is  the  hero.     (Sept.) 

FIRST  AID — Sono  Art. — In  which  a  lot  of  people 
— Grant  Withers.  Marjorie  Beebe  and  Wheeler  Oak- 
man — do  a  lot  of  unconvincing  things  unconvinc- 
ingly.     (Sept.) 

FIVE  AND  TEN— M-G-M.— Marion  Davies 
with  a  splendid  cast.  Adapted  from  the  Fannie 
Hurst  story — jerky  in  spots,     (.-lug.) 

•  FIVE  STAR  FINAL— First  National.— Rush 
to  the  nearest  theater.  You  mustn't  miss 
this  exciting  story  of  tabloid  newspaper  sensa- 
tionalism.    Eddie  Robinson  is  superb.     (Sept.) 

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All  dressed  up  and  going  places  where 
Broadway  lights  are  brightest.  From  dance 
hall  hoofers  to  society's  favorite  nightclub, 
the  stars  of  "Bad  Girl"  glide  to  fame  in 
each  other's  arms. ..stepping  to  the  rhythm 
of  love  in  the  season's  smartest  romance. 


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"Frankenstein" — ooh,  what  thrills  and  chills !    But  the  picture  broke  box- 
office  records  and  all  the  people  who  wrote  letters  this  month  said  they 
were  crazy  about  it.    It  will  give  you  the  creeps  in  the  theater,  but  evi- 
dently folks  like  a  good  scare 



I  am  a  first  lieutenant  in  the  U.  S.  Army 
Aviation  Corps  and  I  am  called  upon  to  talk 
and  demonstrate  to  my  pupils.  Well,  it  seems 
as  if  I  become  suddenly  tongue-tied.  It  is 
difficult  to  stand  upon  a  platform  and  explain 
certain  things  about  aviation. 

Then  I  hit  upon  the  plan  of  showing  the 
students  aviation  pictures  that  illustrate  my 

These   pictures  help   me   to  stress  certain 
points  that  I,  alone,  would  never  be  able  to 
teach  satisfactorily; 
First  Lieut.  G.  F.  Werner,  Somerset,  Ky. 


For  months  I  had  been  undecided  whether  to 
become  a  nurse  or  not.  Seeing  "Arrowsmith" 
decided  the  question  for  me.  When  I  am 
graduated  from  high  school  next  June  I'm 
going  in  training.  That  is  my  idea  of  a  com- 
plete picture. 

Lenore  Oebl,  San  Bernardino,  Calif. 


What  is  the  trouble  with  the  actresses  in 
Hollywood?  Can't  they  find  suitable  husbands 
for  themselves?  We  were  so  shocked  to  hear 
that  young  Constance  Hennett  married  Henri 
Marquis  de  la  Falaise  de  la  Coudray.  Just  as 
if  there  aren't  any  more  good  looking  fellows  in 
Hollywood  beside  Henri  Marquis.  We  movie 
fans  don't  see  any  reason  why  Connie  married 
Henri  Marquis  when  she  loved  Joel  McCrea 
much  better. 


Besides,  Joel  McCrea  is  so  much  better  than 
Henri  Marquis. 

The  Hollywood  actresses  are  certainly  going 
absent  minded  when  it  comes  to  choosing 
their  husbands. 

Frances  Nash,  Herkimer,  N.  Y. 


I  invested  forty  cents  in  four  cheaper  movie 
magazines,  thereby  saving  sixty  cents  above 
the  price  of  four  Photoplays.  I  attended  six 
shows  at  their  recommendation — the  total  cost 
being  S2.80 — and  was  terribly  disappointed  in 
three  of  them.  Later,  in  looking  over  a  friend's 
Photoplays  for  the  same  months,  I  found  had  I 
first  consulted  your  reviews  I  would  have  at- 
tended only  the  three  I  enjoyed,  and  at  the 
expense  of  only  SI. 15.  This  month  I  return  to 
Photoplay.  I  was  "penny  wise  and  pound 

Margaret  L.  Kirk,  San  Diego,  Calif. 


I'm  for  the  new  stars.  Give  the  young 
actors  a  chance  and  the  public  a  change.  We 
do  not  care  to  see  the  same  hero  for  ten  years  or 
the  same  heroine  for  fifteen.  I  saw  Dix,  Fair- 
banks, Gilbert,  Lloyd  and  many  others  when  I 
first  started  going  to  movies.  I  still  see  them. 
Why  all  the  comebacks?  Certainly  the  stars 
don't  improve  with  age.  Hollywood  seems  to 
be  fading. 

Mary  Cobl"mxs,  Ft.  Madison,  Iowa 

And  still  they  come!  Not  a  month  passes 
but  what  more  and  more  new  faces  greet  us. 
May  I  register  a  protest  not  only  for  the  fans, 
who  resent  having  their  old  favorites  ignored, 

but  also  for  the  "new  finds"  themselves?  There 
are  so  many  of  them  that  only  a  small  per- 
centage can  make  good.  It  seems  so  cruel  to 
give  them  a  sip  of  fame  in  one  picture  and  then 
snatch  the  cup  away.  We  fans  are  not  so 
forgetful  as  we  are  said  to  be.  We  would  stick 
to  our  old  favorites  if  the  producers  would  let 
us,  but  they  keep  cramming  newcomers  down 
our  throats. 

M.  K.  Clement,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

D.  A.  R.  SPEAKS  UP 

The  picture  "Alexander  Hamilton"  was 
sponsored  in  our  city  by  the  Daughters  of  the 
American  Revolution,  and  we  felt  proud  to 
have  been  in  any  way  connected  with  the  show- 
ing of  such  a  superb  characterization  as  George 
Arliss  gave  in  "Alexander  Hamilton."  We  felt 
we  each  had  seen  our  Revolutionary  ancestors. 
Give  us  more  such  pictures,  so  wholesome  and 
entertaining  for  old  and  young  alike. 

Elizabeth  Godcharles  Bigler, 
Clearfield,  Penna. 


I'm  short,  plain  looking,  with  a  large  mouth 
and  hair  that  is  so  straight  it  is  hard  to  keep 

Therefore,  it  is  a  consolation  to  read  that 
Greta  Garbo  has  her  hair  waved  about  ten 
times  a  day  to  keep  it  right;  that  Janet  Gaynor 
is  only  five  feet  tall  and  that  a  large  mouth  like 
Joan  Crawford's  can  be  lovely. 

Rose  Takexchi,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


Constance  Bennett  is  my  idea  of  the  perfect 
snob.   She  plays  the  part  and  looks  the  part  and 
seems  to  despise  the  ground  other  people  walk  on. 
Laxgdox  C.  Horxe,  Danville,  Va. 

Constance  Bennett  is  worth  every  cent  of  her 
salary.  If  she  ever  stops  making  pictures  I'll 
never  go  to  another  show.  I'm  sick  of  reading 
so  much  about  Clark  Gable  and  Greta  Garbo. 
They  are  both  fine  but  give  me  my  Connie. 
Catherixe  MacGuree,  York,  Penna. 

I  don't  like  Constance  Bennett  to  act  a 
drunken  part  as  she  did  in  "  Bought."  She  is  a 
nice,  clean,  sweet  girl  and  should  not  be  taught 
such  bad  habits.  Why  not  let  Connie  and 
Clark  Gable  steal  some  of  the  Gaynor-Farrell 
stuff  for  just  one  picture,  and  listen  to  the  fans 
howl  with  joy.  Connie  has  the  same  innocent 
look  that  Janet  has,  and  Clark  has  Farrell 
skinned  a  mile  in  winning  ways. 

Lilliax  Crowell,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 

Why  are  we  supposed  to  go  into  ecstasies 
over  Constance  Bennett?  She  is  so  weak  and 
wan  that  she  is  no  longer  able  to  put  any  feeling 
in  her  lines. 

And  her  camera  always  goes  to  great  lengths 
to  keep  her  feet  from  showing. 

Mrs.  C.  E.  Dixkle,  Grunville,  Texas 


Why  they  called  "Platinum  Blonde"  that,  is 
still  a  mystery  to  me.  Jean  Harlow  was  non- 
existent as  far  as  our  crowd  was  concerned. 
We  certainly  enjoyed  the  late  Robert  Williams. 
Haven't  had  such  an  enjoyable  movie  evening 
all  winter,  lots  of  clean  comedy,  a-  laugh  a 
minute  and  a  corking  good  story. 

Mae  V.  Coxxelly,  Trenton,  X.  J 


David  Manners  is  far  more  handsome  and 
a  better  actor   than   Clark   Gable.     David's 

oome   JLike     iLm   and    jome   Don't 

acting  is  far  more  sincere.    I  never  notice  Clark 
being  sincere. 

Gilbert  Settles,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


Why  can't  some  director  see  that  Ricardo 
Cortez  is  all  that  Rudy  Valentino  ever  was,  and 
I  was  a  great  Valentino  admirer. 

Lillian  M.  Hansen,  La  Crosse,  Wis. 


I  have  seen  Charles  Farrell  and  Janet 
Gaynor  in  all  their  pictures  together,  but  I 
have  never  been  able  to  agree  with  the  rest  of 
the  world  that  they  are  a  good  team.  In  my 
opinion  Charles  is  too  tall  for  little  Janet.  I 
think  Madge  Evans  is  much  better  suited  to 
Clara  L.  Bartels,  New  Braunfels,  Texas 


A  friend  of  mine  told  me  about  her  son  who 
was  coming  home  every  night  with  liquor  on 
bis  breath.  I  told  her  not  to  worry,  that  he 
would  come  out  all  right.  The  next  day  I  saw 
'Are  These  Our  Children?"  and  I  grew 
ilarmed,  so  I  planned  a  theater  party  for  a 
,'roup  of  young  folks,  including  my  friend's  son, 
ind,  after  a  buffet  supper,  gave  them  tickets  to 
'  Are  These  Our  Children?  "  He  liked  the  show 
md  has  been  a  different  boy  since  that  night, 
las  broken  his  bad  company  dates  and  is 
icting  like  a  real  little  gentleman. 

Mrs.  Al  Hill,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 


We  hear  over  our  radios  and  read  in  the  daily 
rolumns  that  wedding  bells  are  about  to  ring 
or  this  star  and  that  star;  that  a  star  was  dis- 
nissed  from  a  hospital  and  another  entered  a 
;anitarium,  etc.,  etc.  Now  I  read  my  Photo- 
>lay  the  day  it  arrives  and  I  find  that  most  (I 
wouldn't  say  all)  of  the  "sensational  scoops" 
hat  the  columnists  and  radio  bamboozlers 
;coop  up  as  up-to-the-minute  news,  are  found 
n  your  monthly  magazine,  Photoplay. 

Ray  Wilkinson,  Lubbock,  Texas 


Clark  Gable  is  new  and  original  but  as  for  his 
)eing  another  Valentino,  the  idea  is  ridiculous. 
iVe  all  prefer  that  the  latter  should  remain  a 
;reat  memory. 

Jean  Miller,  Surrey,  England. 

Will  someone  please  ask  Charles  Farrell  to 
:ake  up  voice  culture? 

Julia  Boase, 
St.  Catharine's,  Ontario,  Canada 

When  the  talkies  first  came  here  people  said, 
'We  prefer  silent  pictures."  But  now  every- 
body goes  to  the  talkies  and  enjoys  them. 

Kate  Grill,  Tsingtas,  China 

You  American  fans  don't  realize  how  lucky 
mu  are  to  see  the  newest  releases  instead  of 
waiting  ages  and  ages  for  them  as  we  do  here. 
kVe  have  not  yet  seen  or  heard  Greta  Garbo, 
^orma  Shearer,  Joan  Crawford  or  Robert 
Montgomery.  Just  imagine  that!  Now,  don't 
<-ou  think  you're  well  off? 

Leila  S.  Anderson, 
Cape  Town,  South  Africa 

Maybe  the  Americans  like  this  glamour  busi- 
ness we  hear  so  much  about.  I  don't.  If  a 
;irl's  only  claim  to  individuality  lies  in  gazing 
hrough  her  eyelashes  and  drooping  a  cigarette 
rom  the  corner  of  her  mouth,  she'd  get  no- 

"Arrowsmith"  turned  the  tide  of  one  girl's  life.    When  she  saw  this  grand 

picture  of  sacrifice  for  humanity  she  decided  to  become  a  nurse.    Other 

folks  loved  it  because  it  was  real.    Bouquets  were  tossed  at  the  feet  of 

Ronald  Colman  and  Helen  Hayes 

where  with  me  if  I  were  a  man.  I  like  girls  who 
are  snappy.  Glamour,  appeal,  mystery, 
charm?    No,  sir — give  me  zip! 

Buntee  D'Alton,  Argentina,  S.  A. 

So  many  bigstars  have  been  visiting  our  shores 
that  we  have  a  Hollywood  colony  at  the  beach 
at  Waikiki.  Because  they  are  so  free  from 
affectation  they  give  us  an  inspiring  impression 
that  they,  too,  were  struggling  souls  like  us 
before  they  made  the  grade.  Their  simple 
laughter  and  love  of  life  thrill  us  with  the  fact 
that  they  are  human  beings  after  all. 

Alma  Au,  Honolulu,  Hawaii 

I  am  not  a  great  admirer  of  Garbo,  Dietrich, 
Crawford  and  the  others  of  that  type  but  would 
not  miss  one  of  their  pictures,  because  they 
certainly  wear  beautiful  gowns  and  usually 
have  nice  surroundings  sooner  or  later  in  their 
pictures.  It  does  appeal  to  a  woman  to  plan  a 
dress  or  a  home,  even  if  she  never  gets  the 
money  to  buy  them. 

Barbara  Ponder,  Vancouver,  B.  C. 

I  have  been  waiting  to  see  and  hear  Con- 
stance Bennett  because  so  many  magazines 
have  referred  to  her  cosmopolitan  and  cultured 
voice.  I  have  now  seen  her  latest  film  and 
think  her  a  sincere  artist  and  a  very  lovely 
woman,  but  her  voice,  although  quite  at- 
tractive, does  not,  to  English  ears,  sound  par- 
ticularly cultured.  Her  speech  is  less  broad 
than  that  of  some  film  stars,  but  still  definitely 
American.  But  what  does  it  matter?  She  is  a 
gorgeous  creature. 

Violet  Clemence,  Sussex,  England 

Recently  in  a  well-known  Sydney  newspaper 
there  appeared  a  whole  paragraph  concerning 

the  engagement  of  Clara  Bow  to  Hoot  Gibson. 
It  also  said  she  was  spending  her  vacation  at 
Hoot's  ranch.  All  I  can  say  is  that  thank  good- 
ness we  have  a  fine  magazine  like  Photoplay 
to  give  us  the  real  news. 

Miss  R.  Gigg,  Sydney,  Australia 


The  movies  are  a  godsend  to  the  young 
author.  If  I'm  writing  a  story  with  a  negro 
background  I  see  a  picture  like  "Hallelujah." 
If  my  story  is  about  newspaper  life,  films  like 
"Five  Star  Final"  and  "The  Front  Page"  are 
just  the  material  I  need. 

Valuable  tips  on  etiquette  and  highly  tech- 
nical information  can  also  be  gained  from  the 

I  use  motion  pictures  along  with  encyclo- 
paedias and  other  reference  books. 
Albert  Charles  Dewert,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 


My  beauty  shop  was  barely  paying  expenses. 
I  could  not  understand  why,  because  I  have  a 
busy  location  and  working  girls  for  customers. 
A  boy  induced  me  to  subscribe  for  Photoplay 
and  with  the  first  issue  I  began  my  thanks,  for 
it  opened  up  new  ways  to  improve  my  business. 
Each  month  I  tack  up  pages  of  the  latest  styles 
upon  my  walls.  I  also  study  my  customers  and 
compare  them  with  actresses  they  most 
resemble  so  I  may  advise  them  what  hairdress 
is  most  becoming  to  their  individual  type. 
They  certainly  respond  to  this  method.  Then 
there  are  the  pages  of  beauty  hints  which  I 
study  and  repeat.  And  last,  but  not  least,  is 
conversational  matter.    I  find  that  Photoplay 

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What  the  Audience  Thinks 


What  a  tragedy  that  Robert  Williams,  who  died  because  he  wouldn't  have  an 

operation  soon  enough,  couldn't  hear  all  the  praise  his  work  in  "Platinum 

Blonde"  received.     The  fans  liked  Bobby  better  than  Jean  Harlow 

topics  interest  everyone  and  give  rise  to  lively 

Grace  Seabrooks,  Youngstown,  Ohio 


I  am  one  of  three  hundred  boys  confined  at 
the  Maryland  Training  School.  Although  we 
do  not  have  an  up-to-date  projection  machine 
we  do  see  talkies.  And  they  have  all  given  us  a 
feeling  of  contentment  even  though  we  are 
under  a  court  sentence.  If  we  have  more 
pictures  during  the  coming  year  as  we  have 
had  in  the  past,  we  will  feel  more  like  doing 
our  work  and  doing  it  not  merely  because  we 
are  forced. 

Paul  Fletcher,  Loch  Raven,  Md. 


Why  all  the  fuss  over  Clark  Gable  when  we 
have  Ivan  Lebedeff  to  rave  about?  He  not 
only  has  the  more  intriguing  personality  but  he 
is  much  the  better  actor.  And  personally  I 
prefer  a  handsome  actor.  Ivan  also  has  the 
most  delightful  and  thrilling  voice  that  I  have 
ever  heard. 

Gladys  Conrad,  Indianapolis,  Ind. 


I  have  been  trying  to  impress  on  a  girl  friend 
of  mine  that  it  is  not  right  to  kiss  all  the  boys 
that  she  goes  with,  but  she  seemed  to  think 
that  the  kissing  means  not  a  thing.  But  I  took 
her  to  a  show  the  other  day  and  it  was  about  a 
girl  who  thought  the  way  my  friend  had  been 
thinking.  In  the  end  the  heroine  was  let  down 
by  all  the  boys  whom  she  had  been  stringing 

My  girl  friend  said  that  she  believed  I  was 
risht.  and  from  now  on  she  would  only  kiss  the 
boy  she  liked  the  best. 

Jack  Lawrence,  Brownwood,  Texas 


I  want  to  express  my  distaste  of  the  decision 
of  the  Academy  of  Motion  Picture  Arts  and 
Sciences  in  selecting  the  best  actor's  perform- 
ance for  1931.    The  splendid  and  flawless  por- 


trayal  of  Vancy  Cravat  by  Richard  Dix  in 
"  Cimarron"  is,  in  my  opinion,  far  superior  to 
the  prize-winning  characterization  of  a  drunk- 
ard by  Lionel  Barrymore  in  "A  Free  Soul." 
Aside  from  the  artistic  viewpoint,  I  should 
think  the  Academy  would  consider  the  ethical 

Does  the  Academy  consider  the  portrayal 
of  a  drunkard  more  edifying  for  future  genera- 
tions than  that  of  a  pioneer? 
M.  Sheridan,  East  Elmhurst,  Long  Island 


In  the  palmy  days  of  the  theater  the  greatest 
stars  were  those  with  strong  features  and  not 
soft  contours.  Who  would  call  Sarah  Bern- 
hardt beautiful,  or  Booth  handsome?  I  believe 
that  when  the  screen  passes  the  he  and  she  doll 
era,  more  talent  will  arrive  and  fewer  flops  be 

Frank  A.  Duxx,  Pasadena,  Calif. 


A  teacher  friend  and  I  grew  up  together  and 
had  exactly  the  same  amount  of  education. 
Recently  we  were  called  upon  to  furnish  a 
living-room,  and  for  this  seven  prizes  were 
awarded.  I  received  first  prize  and  she  took 
second  from  the  last.  She  never  attended  a 
motion  picture  because  we  were  both  taught 
they  were  full  of  evil  influences.  Regardless  of 
this,  I  attended  anyhow  and  I  feel  that  at  the 
movies  is  where  I  learned  what  I  know  about 
Claire  M.  Bolthocse,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich. 


Gangster  films  have  ceased  to  be  interesting, 
but  not  Eddie  Robinson.  With  the  warmth  he 
shows  in  his  work  he  will  scale  the  height?. 
Here's  to  Eddie,  the  greatest  character  actor  of 
them  all. 

Ray  A.  Hippard,  Chicago,  111. 


Gloria  Swanson  is  not  the  actress  she  was  in 
silent  pictures.    I  don't  mean  she  has  lost  her 

acting  ability,  but  the  pictures  do  not  do  her 

Loris  Carr,  Lawrence,  Mass. 

Last  night  we  went  to  see  "Touchdown."  It 
has  amply  repaid  us  for  the  many  terrible 
talkies  we  have  sat  through  lately.  It  was  de- 
lightful, full  of  humor  and  convincing. 

M.  Q.  Lott,  Baton  Rouge,  La. 

I  had  my  first  party  dress  made  from  one 
which  I  saw  on  Fay  W'ray. 

Velma  BENELisnA,  Bridgeport,  Conn. 

Why  do  the  fans  throw  more  brickbats  than 
bouquets?  I  would  like  to  see  one  of  them  act 
half  as  good  as  any  actress  or  actor  on  the 

Doris  Goodfriexd,  Buffalo,  X.  Y. 

I  consider  Richard  Dix  one  of  the  best  actors 
on  the  screen.  He  not  only  holds  your  interest 
but  has  looks  and  talent. 

Sallye  Blantjing,  Sumter,  S.  C 

If  "The  Champ"  with  Wally  Beery  and 
Jackie  Cooper  does  not  go  down  on  the  list  as 
one  of  the  year's  best,  then  I  am  a  poor  guesser 
of  good  pictures. 

C.  J.  Williams,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 

Why  is  Ruth  Chatterton  so  popular?     In 
"Once  a  Lady"  her  make-up  was  terrible. 
Albert  E.  Little,  Baltimore,  Md. 


This  is  not  another  gushing  epistle  with 
floral  tributes  for  Greta  Garbo  and  Clark 
Gable,  the  current  "passionate  moments."  but 
just  a  plea  to  give  our  new.  yet  not  new,  star, 
Madge  Evans  a  great  big  hand. 

Without  the  usual  fanfare  of  publicity  a 
new  star  is  coming  into  the  firmament.  She  is 
like  a  fresh  breeze,  blowing  where  ultra-so- 
phistication and  so-called  glamour  have  flour- 
ished.   And  what  a  relief! 

Louise  Nance,  Mt.  Pleasant,  Tenn. 


The  movies  have  done  more  toward  the 
emancipation  of  woman  than  any  other  in- 
fluence. It  has  been  the  beacon  which  lighted 
her  way  to  freedom,  independence,  knowledge 
and  power.  In  fact,  it  has  taught  her  to  know 

Fabiola  Wiltz,  New  Iberia,  La. 


What's  it  all  about?  Are  all  the  movie 
heroines  getting  the  blonde  craze?  I'm  not 
knocking  the  natural  blondes  (which  are  suffi- 
cient without  the  rest)  as  there  should  be  a 
variety.  Are  the  brunettes  sinking  into  ob- 
livion? If  they  are  out  of  style,  no  doubt  you 
will  soon  see  people  staggering  out  of  the 
theaters,  because  they  will  be  light-headed 
from  viewing  the  relentless  line  of  blondes. 
Lucille  Chevraux,  Canton,  Ohio. 


At  the  end  of  a  motion  picture  I  never  feel 
that  I've  been  either  cheated  or  demoralized. 
If  I  should  go  out  and  kill  somebody  after  see- 
ing a  gangster  picture  then  there  was  some- 
thing intrinsically  wrong  with  me  to  start 

Patrick  Brady,  Jr.,  Kimball,  S.  D. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932  I  -? 


men  worshipped  her  like  a  goddess,  only  to  be 
betrayed  by  a  kiss! 

For  her  exotic  love  men  sold   their  souls,  be 
trayed  their  country,  gave  up  their  lives!  Here 
is  one  of  the  truly  great  dramas  that  has 
come  out  of  the  war — based  on  the  incred- 
ible adventures  of  Mata  Hari — called  the 
most  dangerous  woman  who  ever  lived. 
Who  but  the  supreme  Greta  Garbo 
could  bring  to  the  screen  this  strange, 
exciting  personality!   Who  but 
Ramon  Novarro  could  play  so  well 
the  part  of  the  lover  who  is  willing 
to  sell  his  honor  for  a  kiss!  See  these 
two  great  stars  in  a  picture  you  will 





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Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 


•  FLYING  HIGH— M-G-M.— Comedy  with 
snappy  music  used  in  just  the  right  places. 
Good  dancing,  good  singing.  Bert  Lahr  and  Char- 
lotte Greenwood.     (Jan.) 

leased as  Newly  Rich) — Paramount. — An 
entertaining  picture  for  kids  and  grown-ups.  Jackie 
Searl  and  Mitzi  Green  in  some  swell  acting.  Don't 
miss  it.     (Aug.) 

•  FRANKENSTEIN  — Universal. —  Not  for 
faint-hearted  folks.  This  is  strong  horror  stuff 
which  leaves  you  breathless.  But  what  does  that 
matter?  See  it.  Boris  Karloff  out-terrors  Lon 
Chaney.     (.Jan.) 

Cowboy  songs  and  good  comedy  put  the  ginger  in 
this  Western  with  Tom  Keane  and  Barbara  Kent. 

FRIENDS  AND  LOVERS— Radio  Pictures.— 
Adolphe  Menjou,  Eric  Von  Stroheim  and  Lily 
Damita  get  tangled  up  in  an  involved  yarn  that  tries 
to  be  too  sophisticated.     (Oct.) 

GAY  BUCKAROO— Allied  Prod.— Hoot  Gibson 
does  his  best,  Roy  D'Arcy  his  worst  and  Merna  Ken- 
nedy her  sweetest  in  this  formula  Western.    (Jan.) 

GAY  DIPLOMAT,  THE— Radio  Pictures.— Ivan 
Lebedeff  intrigues  the  ladies  (Betty  Compson  and 
Genevieve  Tobin)  in  this  story  of  Balkan  intrigue. 

•     GIRL  HABIT,  THE — Paramount.— An  up- 
roarious farce  that  boosts  Charles  Ruggles  to 
stardom.    It's  all  laughs.    See  it  I    (Aug.) 

•  GIRLS  ABOUT  TOWN— Paramount.— The 
old  gold  digger  story  all  dressed  up  in  new 
clothes.  Kay  Francis  and  Lilyan  Tashman  wear  the 
clothes  and  speak  those  smart  lines.    (Dec.) 

GOLDIE— Fox.— If  you  like  lusty,  gusty  stuff, 
this'll  do.  Spencer  Tracy  and  Warren  Hymer  make 
a  new  comedy  team.     (Aug.) 

GOOD  SPORT— Fox. — Whistle  the  story— it's 
that  old  and  that  familiar.  But  it  has  good  dialogue 
and  Linda  Watkins.     (Jan.) 

GRAFT— Universal. — A  fast  action  thriller.  Regis 
Toomey  is  a  dumbbell  reporter  and  Sue  Carol  is 
heart  interest.     (Oct.) 

GREAT  LOVER,  THE  —  M-G-M.  —  Adolphe 
Menjou  breaks  hearts.  Irene  Dunne  breaks  into 
song.     Both  do  good  jobs.     (Sept.) 

GRIEF  STREET— Chesterfield.— A  wobbly  mys- 
tery story  with  pretty  Barbara  Kent  and  John 
Holland.     Save  your  time.    (Dec.) 

•  GUARDSMAN,  THE  —  M-G-M.  —  Alfred 
Lunt  and  Lynn  Fontanne.  You'll  be  ca-razy 
about  them  in  this  sophisticated  comedy.  See  it, 
but  don't  take  the  kids.     (Oct.) 

No  machine  guns  but  plenty  of  action  in  this  beer  feud 
drama.    Leo  Carrillo  stars.    (Jan.) 

GUILTY  HANDS— M-G-M.— That  Lionel  Barry- 
more — how  he  can  actl  You  know  he  is  the  murderer, 
but  will  they  discover  his  guilt?  You'd  better  find 
out.     (Sept.) 

HARD  HOMBRE,  THE— Allied.— For  kids  and 
grown-ups.  A  novel  Western  with  Hoot  Gibson  and 
Lina  Basquette.     (Ocl.) 

HEARTBREAK— Fox.— This  has  a  war  back- 
ground but  it's  really  a  sweet  love  story.  Madge 
Evans  (what  an  actrcssl)  takes  honors  from  Charlie 
Farrell,  a  good  actor,  too.    (Dec.) 

HEAVEN  ON  EARTH— Universal.— Recom- 
mended only  for  Lew  Ayres  fans.     (Nov.) 

•  HELL  DIVERS— M-G-M.— Wallace  Beery, 
Clark  Gable  and  the  United  States  Naval  Air 
Forces  turn  out  a  picture  of  peacetime  aviation  you 
won't  forget.     (Jan.) 

HER  MAJESTY  LOVE— First  National.— Mar- 
ilyn Miller,  as  a  beautiful  barmaid,  tosses  off  songs 
between  every  glass  of  beer.  This  is  light,  but  pleas- 
antly entertaining.     (Jan.) 

HIS  WOMAN— Paramount. — Gary  Cooper  and 
Claudette  Colbert  try  hard  but  a  baby  steals  the 
picture  with  its  lusty  bawling.  Claudette  plays  a 
tarnished  lady.    (Jan.) 

HOLY  TERROR,  A— Fox.— A  two-fisted  West- 
ern with  George  O'Brien.  Good,  wholesome  enter- 
tainment.   (Aug.) 

HOMICIDE  SQUAD  —  Universal.  —  Ho-hum, 
another    gangster    picture.     (Nov.) 

HONEYMOON  LANE— Sono  Art.— Not  a  great 
picture,  but  a  delightful  one.  A  nice  romance  be- 
tween Eddie  Dowling  (who  sings)  and  June  Collyer. 
And  that  swell  comic,  Ray  Dooley.     (Sept.) 

HONOR  OF  THE  FAMILY— First  National.— 
Nothing  left  of  the  Balzac  story  but  the  title.  Bebe 
Daniels  is  a  hot-cha-cha  adventuress  heroine.  (Nov.) 

HOUSE  DIVIDED,  A— Universal.— Life  in  the 
raw  with  Walter  Huston  as  a  hard-boiled  sea  captain 
whose  wife  falls  in  love  with  his  son.  Huston  is  grand. 

•  HUCKLEBERRY  FINN  —  Paramount.  — 
This  sequel  to  "Tom  Sawyer"  will  cure  the 
blues.  Jackie  Coogan  and  Junior  Durkin  take  you 
back  to  old  swimmin'  hole  days.     (Ocl.) 

Prod. — A  fast  moving  thriller,  with  plenty  of  Spanish 
atmosphere.    Lane  Chandler  has  the  stuff.     (Dec.) 

HUSH  MONEY— Fox.— Another  gangster  film 
and  not  a  very  thrilling  one.  Joan  Bennett  and 
Hardie  Albright  try  hard.     (Aug.) 

I  LIKE  YOUR  NERVE  —  First  National.— 
Douglas  Fairbanks,  Jr.,  acts  just  like  his  father  did 
in  "The  Americano."  He  does  it  well,  too.  The 
story  is  weak.     (Sept.) 


tedious  Tyrolean  story  without  a  single  yodel.    Nice 
scenery,  good  acting,  English  dialogue.    (Oct.) 

IN  LINE  OF  DUTY— Monogram  Prod.— The 
Northwest  Mounted  Police  get  their  man  again.  This 
time  it's  Noah  Beery.     Sue  Carol  is  the  girl.     (Dec.) 

I  TAKE  THIS  WOMAN— Paramount.— A 
wheezy  old  plot  dressed  up  for  Gary  Cooper  and 
Carole  Lombard.     Just  another  movie.     (Aug.) 

LASCA  OF  THE  RIO  GRANDE— Universal.— 

Just  another  Western — but  this  one  is  South  of  the 
Rio  Grande.  Fair  entertainment  with  Johnny  Mack 
Brown,  Leo  Carillo  and  Dorothy  Burgess.     (Sept.) 

LAST  FLIGHT,  THE— First  National.— Gay 
aviators  in  Paris  make  the  first  half  grand,  but  the 
somber  part  is  not  so  good.  Richard  Barthelmesa' 
work  is  overshadowed  by  the  others  in  the  cast.  (Oct.) 

LAUGHING  SINNERS— M-G-M.— Not  so  good, 
but  if  you  are  a  Joan  Crawford  fan  you  may  like  it. 
Clark  Gable  and  Neil  Hamilton,  too.    (Aug.) 

LAWLESS  WOMAN,  THE— Chesterfield  Pic- 
tures.— An  uninteresting,  unimportant  film.  A 
gangster-newspaper  plot,  poorly  done.    (Aug.) 

LEFTOVER  LADIES— Tiffany  Prod.— Divorcees 
talk  a  lot  about  careers  and  freedom  in  dreary 
dialogue.  Claudia  Dell,  in  a  brunette  wig,  is  good. 

*LE  MILLION— Tobis  Production.— It's  not 
necessary   to  understand  the  language  to  get 
all  the  fun  out  of  this  French  musical  farce.    (Aug.) 

•  LOCAL  BOY  MAKES  GOOD— First  Na- 
tional.— Joe  E.  Brown  is  funnier  than  he's  ever 
been,  in  this  story  of  a  college  grind  with  inhibitions 
and  botanical  aspirations.    (Dec.) 

LOVE  STORM,  THE— British  International.— 
Three  men  and  one  woman  are  exiled  to  a  lighthouse. 
Even  a  murder  doesn't  speed  things  up.  Dreary  fare. 

LOVER  COME  BACK — Columbia.— Betty  Bron- 
son  changing  her  type  with  rather  sorry  results.  (Aug.) 

MAGNIFICENT  LIE,  THE— Paramount— Not 
up  to  the  standard  of  most  Ruth  Chatterton  films.  But 
there's  a  new  young  man  named  Ralph  Bellamy 
who  is  particularly  good.     (Sept.) 

MAN     IN     POSSESSION,     THE— M-G-M.— 

Robert  Montgomery  in  a  spicy  comedy  full  of  situa- 
tions and  sparkling  lines.     Amusing.     (Aug.) 

MEN  ARE  LIKE  THAT— Columbia.  —  (Also 
shown  under  the  title  of  "Arizona".)  Laura  La  Plante 
and  John  Wayne  find  life  and  love  at  an  army 
post.     (Ocl.) 

MEN  IN  HER  LIFE— Columbia.— The  dialogue 
crackles,  but  the  old  story  creaks.  All  about  a  rich 
girl  in  Europe  and  a  rough  and  ready  American.  Lois 
Moran  and  Charles  Bickford  both  good.    (Jan.) 

MEN  OF  THE  SKY— First  National.— Yep,  it's 
an  aviation  war  story — but  it's  pretty  flimsy  stuff. 
Irene  Delroy  and  Jack  Whiting.     (Sept.) 

•  MERELY  MARY  ANN— Fox— Take  your 
hankie  to  this  one,  but  be  sure  to  go.  Not 
since  "7th  Heaven"  have  Charlie  Farrell  and  Janet 
Gaynor  been  so  whimsical  and  idyllic.     (Sep!.) 

MERRY    WIVES    OF    VIENNA.    THE— Super 

Film. — Even  if  you  no  speak  Deutsch,  you'll  enjoy 
this.  Rippling  waltzes  and  sparkling  gayety  make 
this  foreign  film  worthwhile.     (Sept.) 

•  MIRACLE  WOMAN,  THE— Columbia.— 
A  well  staged,  directed,  and  photographed 
picture  with  Barbara  Stanwyck  doing  her  best  work 
as  a  female  evangelist.     (Aug.) 

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Almost  Married — Fox 97 

Anybody's  Blonde — Action  Pictures. . .   98 

Beast  of  the  City,  The— M-G-M 51 

Ben  Hur— M-G-M 98 

Big  Shot,  The— RKO-Pathe 98 

Branded  Men— Tiffany  Prod 98 

Cock  of  the  Air— United  Artists 50 

Deceiver,  The — Columbia 98 

Delicious — Fox 50 

Devil  On  Deck— Thrill-O-Drama 98 

Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde — Paramount.  50 

Emma— M-G-M 49 

Explorers  of  the  World — Raspin  Prod.  98 


Forbidden — Columbia 97 

Girl  of  the  Rio — Radio  Pictures 50 

Greeks  Had  A  Word  For  Them,  The— 

United  Artists 49 

Husband's  Holiday — Paramount 98 

Is  There  Justice?— Thrill-O-Drama. ...   98 

Juvenile  Court — Ziedman  Prod 50 

Ladies  of  the  Big  House: — Paramount. .  48 
Ladies  of  the  Jury — Radio  Pictures ...  49 
Law  of  the  Tongs— Willis  Kent  Prod.  .   98 

Manhattan  Parade — Warners 51 

Maker  of  Men — Columbia 98 

Mata  Hari— M-G-M 48 


Men  of  Chance — Radio  Pictures 97 

Pocatello  Kid,  The— Tiffany  Prod 98 

Private  Lives— M-G-M 48 

Rainbow  Trail,  The — Fox 98 

Secret  Witness,  The— Columbia 97 

Sooky — Paramount 50 

Struggle,  The — United  Artists 98 

Under  Eighteen — Warners 51 

Unexpected  Father,  The — Universal. . .  98 

Union  Depot — First  National 51 

Woman  Commands,  A — RKO-Pathe.  .  51 
Woman  From  Monte  Carlo,  The — First 

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Brief  Reviews  of  Current  Pictures 


MONKEY  BUSINESS  —  Paramount.  —  Messrs. 
Marx,  Marx.  Marx  &  Marx  in  another  outbreak  of 
assorted  lunacy.  No  beginning,  no  end — just  gor- 
geous nonsense.     (Ocl.) 

MORALS  FOR  WOMEN— Tiffany  Prod.— This 
"it's  the  woman  who  pays"  yarn  takes  a  couple  of  new 
routes  and  brings  back  trouper  Bessie  Love.     (.Jan) 

MOTHER  AND  SON  —  Monogram  Prod.  — 
Another  Reno  story,  with  Clara  Kimball  Young  as 
Faro  Lil.     (Oct.) 

MURDER  AT  MIDNIGHT— Tiffany  Prod.— 
Yep,  it's  a  mystery  story  and  a  swell  one  I  Alice 
White,  in  a  small  part,  has  a  sex-appeal  voice.    (Oct.) 

MURDER  BY  THE  CLOCK— Paramount  — 
With  such  a  cast,  headed  by  Lilyan  Tashman,  this 
should  have  been  swell.  But  alasl  and  alack!  this 
gruesome,  murder  story  is  nothing  but  gruesome. 

MY  SIN— Paramount.— Tallulah  Bankhead  and 
Fredric  March  in  one  of  those  "should  a  woman  tell 
her  past?"  things.    (Nov.) 

MYSTERY  OF  LIFE,  THE— Classic— Clarence 
Darrow  and  a  Smith  College  zoology  professor  ex- 
plain evolution.  Uh-huh,  it's  as  dull  as  it  sounds. 

MYSTERY  TRAIN,  THE— Darmour  Prod.— Old 
school  mystery  melodrama  with  plenty  of  sure-fire 
hokum  and  suspense.     (Nov.) 

NECK  AND  NECK— Thrill-O-Drama.—  Only 
Stepin  Fetchit's  funny  face  and  voice  save  this  dull 
race-track  story  from  a  complete  case  of  the  dol- 
drums.    (Jan.) 

•     NEW     ADVENTURES     OF     GET-RICH- 

And  they  said  William  Haines  was  slipping!  See  this 
knock-out  comedy  with  Billy  and  the  coming  big 
shot,  Jimmy  Durante  to  be  convinced  they're 
wrong.     (Nov.) 


NIGHT  ANGEL,  THE— Paramount.— A  bad 
display  for  the  talents  of  Nancy  Carroll  and  Fredric 
March.    (A  ug.) 

•  NIGHT  NURSE— Warners.— Drag  out  your 
pet  adjectives,  go  see  this  and  use  'em.  It's 
great.  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Ben  Lyon  and  a  grand 
cast.    (Aug.) 

Prod. — A  lively  French  film  about  a  prize-fighter,  his 
real  sweetheart  and  a  siren.    Amusing.     (Dec.) 

OLD  SONG,  THE  (Das  Alte  Lied)— Austrian 
Cinderella.  Lil  Dagover  brightens  it  considerably. 
German  dialogue.     (Nov.) 

ONCE  A  LADY — Paramount. — Charming  sim- 
plicity and  Ruth  Chatterton's  acting  redeem  a  not  too 
original  story.    (Dec.) 

ONE  WAY  TRAIL,  THE— Columbia.— The  Kids 
will  love  these  exciting  adventures  of  handsome  Tim 
McCoy.    (Dec.) 

OPERA  BALL  —  Greenbaum-Emelka  Prod.  — 
English  lines  flashed  on  the  screen  make  it  possible 
for  you  to  enjoy  this  sprightly  German  production  of 
Viennese  night  life.    (Jan.) 

•  OVER  THE  HILL— Fox.— Mae  Marsh's 
screen  return  as  the  self-sacrificing  mother  un- 
wanted by  her  children.  Jimmie  Dunn  and  Sally 
Eilers,  too.     (Jan.) 

PAGAN  LADY— Columbia.— The  SadieThompscn 
theme  in  a  new  dress,  with  Evelyn  Brent  wearing  it 
becomingly.     (Nov.) 

•     PALMY    DAYS— United   Artists.— A    typical 
Eddie  Cantor-and-nonsense  show  that  should 
bring  film  musicals  back.     (Oct.) 

PARDON  US— Hal  Roach— M-G-M— Laurel  and 
Hardy  in  a  lot  of  hokum.    Funny.     (Oct.) 

PARISIAN,  THE— Capital  Prod.— This  attempt 
at  a  smart  story  made  in  England  with  Adolphe 
Menjou  and  Elissa  Landi  proves  that  these  glamour 
kids  get  that  way  in  Hollywood.   (Nov.) 

PEACH O'RENO—RadioPictures.— Bert  Wheeler 
and  Robert  Woolsey  in  an  absurd  plot  concoction  of 
Reno's  divorce  colony.  Short  on  romance  but  long  on 
laughs,     i  Jan.) 

PENROD  AND  SAM— First  National.— If  you 
haven't  forgotten  how  it  feels  to  be  a  kid  you'll  love 
Leon  Janney  and  Junior  Coghlan  in  this.     (Nov.) 

PERSONAL  MAID— Paramount.— Nancy  Car- 
roll gets  all  mixed  up  in  a  namby-pamby  plot.   (Nov.) 

•     PLATINUM     BLONDE— Columbia.— Youth 
and    beauty,    comedy    and    drama — and    Ji-an 
Harlow.    A  well  done  newspaper  yarn.    See  it.    (Dec.) 

•  POLITICS  —  M-G-M.  —  Polly  Moran  and 
Marie  Dressier  start  you  off  with  a  giggle  and 
you'll  laugh  all  the  way  through  the  picture.  Don't 
miss  these  two  attempting  to  clean  up  the  town. 

•  POSSESSED— M-G-M.— What  a  pair  Joan 
Crawford  and  Clark  Gable  make  in  a  picture 
that  lias  plenty  of  action,  sophistication,  and  gorgeoui 
clothes.    (Jan.) 

PRIVATE  SCANDAL,  A  —  Headline  Prod.— 
Another  underworld  story  in  which  the  crook  re- 
forms.    (Oct.) 

PUBLIC  DEFENDER,  THE— Radio  Picture* 
—  After  "Cimarron"  you  expect  too  much  of  Richard 
Dix.  That's  why  this  story  of  a  man  who  brings  a 
gang  of  crooks  to  justice  is  disappointing.     (Sept.) 

RACING  YOUTH— Universal— If  you  aren't  too 
critical,  you'll  enjoy  this  story  of  automobile  road    | 
racing  with  Frank  Albertson,  June  Clyde  and  Louise 
Fazenda.     (Jan.) 

RANGE  FEUD,  THE— Columbia.— Buck  Jones 
may  be  your  favorite  Western  star  but  you'll  twiddle 
your  thumbs  at  this  banal  old  story.    (Dec.) 

RANGE  LAW— Tiffany  Prod.— This  Western 
taxes  the  credulity  but  Ken  Maynard  does  some  slick 
riding.     (Jan.) 

REBOUND—  RKO-Pathe.— Not  in  the  big  amuse- 
ment class  but  worth  seeing.  Ina  Claire  and  Robert 
Ames.    (Aug.) 

RECKLESS  HOUR,  THE— First  National.— An 
old  story  with  a  few  new  twists.  Dorothy  Mackaill 
and  a  good  cast.    Just  fair.     (A  us.) 

RECKLESS  LIVING— Universal.— An  entertain- 
ing little  picture.     (Nov.) 

RICH  MAN'S  FOLLY— Paramount.— One  of 
those  stark  dramas  in  which  George  Bancroft  as  an 
ambitious  shipbuilder  wrings  sympathy  out  of  an  un- 
sympathetic role.     (Jan.) 


grand  Western  with  fast  action,  grand  Arizona 
scenery  and  marvelous  production.  George  O'Brien 
and  Marguerite  Churchill  excellent.     (Dec.) 

ROAD  TO  RENO,  THE— Paramount.— Divorce, 
murder,  suicide  and  an  important  cast  fail  to  make 
thisanythingbutapicturethat  just  doesn't  jell.  (Nov.) 

ROAD  TO  SINGAPORE,  THE— Warners.— Bill 
Powell  and  Doris  Kenyon — splendid  in  a  tropical 
drama  of  tangled  loves  and  desires.    (Oct.) 

SAFE  IN  HELL— First  National.— The  only  re- 
deeming thing  about  this  sordid  story  of  a  shady  lady 
is  the  work  of  Dorothv  Mackaill,  who  deserves  better 
stuff.    (Jan.) 

SALVATION  NELL— Tiffany-Cruze.— Religion 
and  sentiment  are  pretty  obvious  in  this  out-of-date 
story,  but  Helen  Chandler  and  Ralph  Graves  make 
you  believe  every  word  of  it.     (Sept.) 

SEA  GHOST,  THE— Imperial  Prod.— Laura  La 
Plante  wasted  on  this  cheap,  ridiculous  story.  (Not.) 

•  SECRET  CALL,  THE— Paramount.— Peggy 
Shannon,  who  pinch-hits  for  Clara  Bow  in 
this  one.  scores  a  solid  hit.  It's  a  political  story  with 
love  interest.    Dick  Arlen  excellent.      (Sept.) 

•  SECRETS  OF  A  SECRETARY— Paramount. 
— The  actors  make  this  worth  the  price. 
Claudette  Colbert  is  fine  and  that  Herbert  Marsliall, 
from  the  stage,  is  one  of  those  men  vou  don't  forget. 

SECRET  SERVICE— Radio  Pictures.— Adven- 
tures of  a  Northern  spy  behind  the  Confederate  lines. 
Richard  Dix  tries  too  hard.     (Dec.) 

SHANGHAIED  LOVE— Columbia.— Mutiny  and 
gory  evil-doings  at  sea.  Too  much  dialogue.  Not 
enough  action.     (Nov.) 


Warners-First  Division. —  British-made  mystery  film, 
rather  long-drawn-out  but  not  lacking  in  interest. 
Sherlock  Holmes  and  Watson  solve  another  murder 
mystery.     (Sept.) 

SHIPS  OF  HATE— Trem  Carr.— Murder  and 
grueaomeneae  on  shipboard.  Just  fair.  Don't  pass 
up  a  game  of  bridge  for  it.     (I  ug.) 

SHOULD  A  DOCTOR  TELL?— Regal  Prod- 
Dreary  talk  about  dreary  ethics.  Who  cares?  (.Yew.) 

SIDE  SHOW— Warners.— Winnie  Lightner  add 
Charles  Butterworth  try  hard,  but  the  un-funny 
lines  are  distressing.     A  circus  story.     (Sept.) 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February, 

SIDEWALKS    OF    NEW    YORK— M-G-M  —  A 

laugh  a  moment  and  just  the  right  number  of 
moments  with  "dead  pan"  Buster  Keaton,  Cliff 
Edwards  and  Anita  Page.     (Oct.) 

SILENCE  —  Paramount.  —  Sure-fire  melodrama 
with  a  punch.  Clive  Brook,  Marjorie  Rambeau  and 
Peggy  Shannon.     (Oct.) 

M-G-M. — One  of  the  greatest  mother  stories 
ever  filmed,  with  Helen  (stage)  Hayes  pulling  at  your 
heart-strings.     Don't  miss  it.     (Dec.) 

SKIN  GAME,  THE— British  International.— 
Pretty  tedious.  An  excellent  English  cast,  however. 

SKYLINE — Fox. — Thomas  Meighan  builds  sky- 
scrapers and  saves  Hardie  Albright  from  vamp 
Myrna  Loy.    Good  entertainment.    (Oct.) 

SMART  WOMAN— Radio  Pictures.— What  a 
performance  Mary  Astor  gives  and  in  what  beautiful 
clothes  I  A  charming,  sophisticated  yarn  of  the 
"Holiday"  school.     (Oct.) 

SOB  SISTER— Fox.— You'll  like  this  fast  news- 
paper yarn  and  Linda  Watkins.  Jimmie  Dunn  is 
grand,  too.     (Nov.) 

THIRTY    DAYS— Patrician.— A    wealthy    tc 
ment   owner   plays   the   regeneration    scene   in    j 
Betty  Compson  and  Maureen  O'Sullivan  make  it 
tertaining.     (Jan.) 


dreary  tragedy.  Foreign  made,  English  dialog! 

THIS   MODERN   AGE— M-G-M.— Joan   Ci 

ford  lovely  and  dripping  box-office  appeal  i 
ridiculous  story.     (Nov.) 

THREE  LOVES— Terra.— Marlene  Dietrich 
the  only  reason  for  seeing  this  three-year-old  C 
man  silent.    (Aug.) 

THREE    WHO   LOVED— Radio   Pictures.— 

cellent  acting  by  Betty  Compson  and  Conrad  N; 
in  a  production  that  suffers  from  too  much  st< 

TIP  OFF,  THE— RKO-Pathe.—  Fresh  guy  Ec 
Quillan  gets  mixed  up  with  gangsters  and  a  sprigl 
comedy  is  the  result.    (Jan.) 

•     TONIGHT  OR   NEVER— United  Artist! 
A  Gloria  Swanson  vehicle  that  sizzles  and  bi 
with   snappy   love  scenes.      And   there's  a   new 
appeal  lad  named  Melvyn.Douglas.    For  the  soph 
cated.     (Jan.) 

SON  OF  INDIA— M-G-M.— A  fairy-tale  sort  of 
thing  with  Ramon  Novarro  as  Prince  Charming. 
If  you  like  Oriental  romance,  this  is  ill     (Aug.) 

SPECKLED  BAND,  THE— First  Division.— 
Sherlock  Holmes  is  at  it  again,  finding  sinister  East 
Indian  death  methods  used  in  an  English  country 
house.     (Jan.) 

SPIDER,  THE — Fox. — Thrills  and  shivers  over  a 
murder  in  a  theater.  Eddie  Lowe  is  grand  and 
suspense  is  geared  on  high.     (Oct.) 

versal.— Knute  Rockne  lives  again  in  this 
powerful  football  story  with  Lew  Ayres  and  the  real 
Notre  Dame  team.    (Dec.) 

SPORTING  BLOOD— M-G-M.— The  biography 
of  a  race  horse.  Not  interested?  All  right,  then, 
Clark  Gable  has  a  featured  role.  That  should  get 
you.    It's  a  good  movie.    (Sept.) 

SPORTING  CHANCE,  THE— Peerless  Prod.— 
The  famous  young  jockey  throws  the  race,  but  is  re- 
deemed by  the  love  of  the  stable  owner's  daughter. 

•     SQUAW     MAN,     THE— M-G-M.— A     new 
version  of  a   grand  old  story.      See  it  by  all 
means.     Warner  Baxter  and  Lupe  Velez.     (Aug.) 

•  STAR  WITNESS,  THE— First  National.— 
At  lastl  An  entirely  new  plot  with  suspense, 
humor,  heartache.  Walter  Huston,  Chic  Sale  and 
Frances  Starr  are  in  it.    Worth  your  time.    (Sept.) 

•  STREET  SCENE— United  Artists.— Thirty- 
four  excellent  actors  and  super-direction  by 
King  Vidor  make  this  one  of  the  great  pictures  of 
the  year.  A  vivid  cross-section  of  life  you'll  never 
forget.     (Oct.) 

You'll  love  this  story  of  the  grand  opera  singer 
captured  by  the  innocent  little  girl  from  Mississippi. 
Paul  Lukas,  Lewis  Stone  and  Sidney  Fox  all  great. 


EIn  Burschenlied  Aus  Heidelberg)— UFA. — Rol- 
icking  tunes,  students  and  Heidelberg  campus  stuff. 
Even  if  you  don't  know  German  you'll  enjoy  it.    (Nov.) 

SUICIDE  FLEET— RKO-Pathe.— The  war  on  a 
wit  and  wisecracking  basis  with  Bob  Armstrong, 
Jimmy  Gleason  and  Bill  Boyd  as  the  familiar  Three 
Musketeers — this  time  in  the  Navy.     (Jan.) 

helps  a  poor  Western.     (Oct.) 

-Good  acting 

SURRENDER— Fox.— Warner  Baxter  and  Leila 
Hyams  just  work  their  fingers  to  the  bone  trying  to 
make  you  believe  this  story  about  a  French  officer  im- 
prisoned in  a  baron's  castle.    (Jan.) 

— M-G-M-. — Romance  spread  thick,  passion 
strong.  You  Garbo-maniacs  will  eat  it  up.  Clark 
Gable  plays  opposite.    Don't  miss  it.     (Sept.) 

SWEEPSTAKES— RKO-Pathe.— Some  romance, 
thrills  and  fast  lines  in  a  race-track  yarn.  Quillan 
and  Gleason  take  honors.     (Aug.) 

TAXI — Warners. — The  Iowdown  on  the  taxi-cab 
racket,  with  James  Cagney  and  Loretta  Young. 
Well-done.     (Jan.) 

TERROR  BY  NIGHT— Famous  Attractions.— 
Bet  you  can't  guess  before  the  last  reel  who  did  the 
murder.  A  good  mystery  with  comical  Una  Merkel 
and  ZaSu  Pitts.     (Dec.) 

•  TOUCHDOWN  —  Paramount.  —  A  foot 
picture  that's  different — with  inside  stuff 
crooked  methods  used.  Dick  Arlen  and  Jack  Oa 

•  TRANSATLANTIC  —  Fox.  —  Edmund  L 
and  Greta  Nissen  plus  an  exciting  melodram 
plot,  make  this  one  of  those  hit  pictures  you  mus. 
fail  to  see.     (Sept.) 

TRANSGRESSION— Radio  Pictures.— These; 
old  angle  of  the  eternal  triangle.  Kay  Francis  we 
swell  clothes.     (A  ug.) 

TWO-GUN  MAN,  THE— Tiffany— A  Wester 
old  swashbuckling  style,  nothing  new  but  good  em 
tainment.     Ken  Maynard  and  horsel     (Aug.) 

•     24  HOURS — Paramount. — It's  not  only  g-. 
but  different.     Kay  Francis  and  Clive  Br 
are  grand.     (Nov.) 

UNHOLY  GARDEN,  THE— United  Artists 
Far-fetched  melodrama  and  romance  in  a  San, 
castle,  with  Ronald  Colman  working  hard  to  & 
the  impossible  story.     (Oct.) 

VIKING,  THE— Varick  Frissell  Production.- 
picture  of  the  boat  that  met  Arctic  tragedy.  Gf, 
photography.    (Aug.) 

•  WATERLOO  BRIDGE  —  Universal.  — 
morbid,  yes,  but  it's  intelligent  and  hor 
screen  fare.  A  war  background,  but  don't  let  t 
stop  you.     You'll  like  Mae  Clarke.     (Sept.) 

WAY  BACK  HOME— Radio  Pictures.— If 
follow  Seth  Parker  on  the  radio,  you'll  enjoy  seei? 
well  as  hearing  him.   He  uses  all  his  radio  stuff.   (1 


bert's  voice  is  low — so  is  the  entertainment  valij 
the  picture.  Jack  is  a  war  veteran  with  six  mo 
to  live.     (Oct.) 

WHITE  DEVIL,  THE— UFA.— Russians  it 
fur  hats  are  doing  serious.things  again.  You  nee' 
bother.     (Nov.) 

WICKED  —  Fox.  —  Elissa  Landi  and  V 
McLaglen  are  good  in  a  too  heavy  drama  ah 
bank  robber  and  his  wife  who  go  to  jail.    (Oct.) 

WILD  HORSE— Allied.— Hoot  Gibson  cap; 
wild  horse,  a  bank  bandit,  a  murderer  ar 
audience's  approval,  all  in  one  handsome  g 


Your  old  friend  Clara  Kimball  Young  makes 
comeback  in  this  story  of  racketeers  and  illi< 
A  lively  film  with  plenty  of  comedy  relief.     \ 

WOMEN  LOVE  ONCE— Paramount.— 
ers  wasted  their  time  and  that  of  Eleanor  B< 
and  Paul  Lukas  on  this  one.    (Aug.) 

WOMEN  MEN  MARRY  —  Headline 
Don't  take  this  picture  too  seriously  and 
not  find  it  too  dull.     Sally  Blane  is  nice  an? 
Moorhead  wears  startling  clothes.     (Sept.) 

WORKING  GIRLS— Paramount.— Tw 
fu!  country  blondes  learn  about  life  in  the 
not  even  Paul  Lukas  and  Buddy  Rogers  can 
story  and  dialogue  seem  real.     (Jan.) 

X  MARKS  THE  SPOT— Tiffany  Prod; 
gangster-newspaper  story  inspired  by  the  I 
Pretty  poor,  except  for  a  terrific  climax. 

the  revolution.    The  heroine  fights  for  her 
stuff  made  worthwhile  by  Elissa  Landi 
Barrymore.     (Jan.) 

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tissue.  Listerine  is  non-poisonous  and 

Because  of  these  qualities,  Listerine 
has  won  the  endorsement  of  the  Lancet 
of  London,  world's  foremost  medical 
journal.  It  is  the  highest  compliment 
that  can  be  paid  a  mouth  wash. 

The  Certain  Remedy  j or  Halitosis 
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and  carry  it  with  you  when  you  travel. 
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Eugene  Robert  Richee 

ALTHOUGH  this  picture  shows  her  as  the  sloe-eyed  glamour 
girl,  Marlene  Dietrich  was  actually  caught  laughing  recently. 
Von  Sternberg  wasn't  around  and  Maurice  Chevalier  was  telling 
her  a  joke.  In  this  issue  of  Photoplay  there's  a  splendid  story 
about  her  director's  influence  over  her 

Hal  Pliyfe 

WHEN  Sally  Eilers  went  blonde,  Hoot  Gibson  was  mad  as  a 
producer  with  a  flop.  But  Sally  is  too  busy  to  placate  a  mere 
husband.  Anyhow,  Hoot  forgave  her  because  of  her  success  in 
"Bad  Girl"  and  "Over  the  Hill."  Her  latest  is  "Dance  Team,"  and 
everybody  wonders  why  she  wasn't  rediscovered  before 

Tom  Collins  Studios 

GENE  MARKEY,  ex-boy  friend  of  Gloria  Swanson  and  Ina 
Claire,  is  the  chap  who  has  won  the  heart  of  Joan  Bennett, 
and  town  gossips  say  those  old  wedding  bells  will  be  jangling  soon. 
In  the  meantime  the  younger  Bennett,  having  licked  the  hospital 
(fractured  hip)  jinx,  is  working  on  "She  Wanted  a  Millionaire" 

T)  ILLIE  DOVE  and  Howard  Hughes  have  kissed  and  made  up, 
*-*  which  is  the  reason  for  the  big  smile.  But  what  we  can't  figure 
out  is  how  any  lad  in  his  right  mind  can  quarrel  with  a  girl  who 
looks  like  this.  One  of  Hollywood's  most  scrumptious  beauties,  all 
she  needs  is  a  series  of  good  pictures 


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slender,  feminine  curves,  is  the 
first  requisite  ...  if  you  would  be 
a  glamorous  fashionable.  The 
one  sure  way  to  achieve  the  lines 
you  desire  is  to  wear  Gossard's 
MisSimplicity.  This  ingenious 
design  crosses  waistline  straps 
to  pull  flat  the  diaphragm  and 
"tummy,"  raise  the  bust,  and  slim 
the  waist!  The  photograph  shows 
a  MisSimplicity  of  peach-colored 
batiste,  fine  lace  and  hand-loomed 
elastic.     Model  6661. 


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£arl  Qarroll's  HJanities! 

"Around  midnight  is  when  I  like 
them  best!"  .  .  .  "Soothing  to  my 
throat!"  .  .  .  "Makes  my  next  ciga- 
rette  taste  so  much  better!"  .  .  . 
"Amazingly  refreshing !"  ...  "I 
like  them  after  eating!"  .  .  .  "Just 
crazy  about  them!"  .  .  .  "The 
handy  roll  package  fits  my  small- 
est purse!"  .  .  .  "So  delicious!" 

Such  were  some  of  the  answers  we 
received  in  a  minor  riot  at  Earl 
Carroll's  Vanities  when  we  asked 
how  they  liked  the  delicious  candy 
with  the  Hole  .  .  .  Life  Savers.  All 
flavors  came  in  for  their  share  of 
approval  .  .  .  IVp-O-niint,  V i-O-let. 
Wint-O-green,  Cl-O-ve,  Lic-O-rice 
and  Cinn-O-mon,  as  well  as  the 
Fruit  Drops,  Orange,  Lime,  Grape, 
Lemon,  and  the  new  Cryst-O-Mint 
Life  Savers,  too  ...  a  flavor  for 
every  taste!    Five  cents  a  pack. 









FEBRUARY,  1932 

Close-Ups  and  Long-Shots 

James  R.  Quirk 

NOW  then,  have  you  heard  the  one 
about  Greta  Garbo  and  the  trained 
German  police  dog  that  was  used 
in  one  of  her  pictures? 

The  dog  made  a  great  hit  with  Greta  and 
by  the  end  of  the  picture  the  police  dog  was 
following  her  around  as  though  she  had 
been  feeding  him  sirloin  steak  four  times  a 

"  That  dog,  he  is  magnificent,"  she  said  to  the  owner. 
"How  much  do  you  want  for  him?" 

"He  is  a  champion  and  insured  for  $25,000,"  was 
the  reply. 

"Oh,  very  well,"  said  Greta  as  she  turned  away. 
"Call  me  up  when  he  has  pups." 

EVEN  censors  can  sometimes  be  right.  The  boss 
film  faultfinders  of  Ohio  and  New  York  are  pro- 
testing the  use  of  dialogue  with  double  meaning  which, 
they  say,  appears  to  have  taken  the  place  of  risque 
situations  in  the  silent  pictures. 

WHICH  reminds  me  of  a  conversation  I  once 
heard  between  a  producer  and  a  director.  In 
justice  to  the  men  in  the  business  today  I  must  say  the 
two  of  whom  I  speak  are  no  longer  in  it. 

They  were  discussing  the  dearth  of  story  value  in  a 
popular  and  expensive  novel  that  they  had  just 

"Let's  put  in  some  big  sets,"  said  the  director. 
"That  will  put  it  over." 

"Even  that  won't  do  it," replied  the  producer.  "The 
story  is  too  weak.  Can't  you  suggest  something  to 
put  some  life  and  action  into  it?" 

"Well,  for  one  thing,"  said  his  resourceful  employee, 
'we  might  change  the  wife  to  a  mistress.  The  public 
isn't  interested  in  good  women." 

THE  censors  are  right  when  they  com- 
plain that  some  pretty  fast  ones  have 
been  put  over  lately.  That  they  constitute 
a  small  proportion  of  the  film  product  does 
not  mitigate  the  offensiveness.  Ninety-five 
per  cent  of  the  biggest  box-office  attractions 
ever  made  are  utterly  devoid  of  highly  in- 
flammable sex  material.  And  I  maintain 
and  assert  that  the  questionable  dialogue 
and  situations  in  the  sexy  pictures  of  today  are  due  to 
the  utter  inability  of  studio  writers  and  directors  to 
create  clean  dialogue  or  situations  that  would  be 
equally  entertaining. 

If  you  and  you  resent  dirt  on  the  screen,  note  care- 
fully that  most  of  it  is  done  under  the  glare  of  star 
names,  and  then  remember  the  names  of  the  stars. 

Two  of  these  stars  have  been  quoted  during  the  past 
month  to  the  effect  that  they  know  the  public  won't 
stand  for  it  long,  and  promise  to  refuse  to  continue  it. 
I  am  not  preaching.    I  am  just  getting  disgusted. 

EDGAR  WALLACE,  the  famous  English  author  of 
scores  of  mystery  thrillers,  reported  for  work  in  a 
Hollywood  studio  on  Friday  and  turned  in  a  com- 
pleted story  the  following  Monday. 

"If  you  don't  like  that  one,"  he  said  casually  as  he 
passed  it  across  the  producer's  desk,  "  I'll  have  another 
for  you  by  tomorrow." 

The  producer  is  recovering  in  a  private  sanitarium, 
but  his  physicians  say  he  will  never  be  the  same. 

EUREKA!  I  have,  after  all  these  years,  found  out 
why  I  was  such  a  dumbbell  in  history  and  Latin 
and  why,  when  the  boys  at  the  club  get  a  few  aboard 
and  start  singing  college  songs,  I  must  sit  alone  in  the 
corner  without  a  fraternity  pin  to  cover  my  collegiate 


The  Historical  Association  of  England  lias  dis- 
covered, after  years  of  scientific  research  and  solemn 
meditation,  thai  whatever  the  movies  have  done  to 
insinuate  improper  ideas  into  the  youthful  mind,  is,  in 
a  measure,  compensated  for  by  the  fact  that  in  the 
study  of  history  and  Latin  the  screen  stimulates 
mental  effort,  titillates  the  imagination,  brightens  the 
memory,  and  improves  the  expression  of  ideas  in 

The  one  statement  in  the  report  that  I  am  sure  most 
of  my  dear  old  teachers  would  have  disapproved  of  is, 
that  pictures  lead  children  to  actually  enjoy  history 
and  they  make  Latin  more  interesting. 

SAMUEL  GOLDWYN  complained  bitterly  to  the 
press  recently  against  "thoughtless  and  facetious" 
criticism  of  Hollywood.  Incidentally,  and  not 
thoughtlessly  nor  facetiously,  but  quite  naively,  lie 
put  over  in  his  interview  a  mighty  plug  for  his  latest 
picture,  "Arrowsmith,"  and  tells  what  a  nice  boy  is 
Author  Sinclair  Lewis  compared  to  Author  Theodore 
Dreiser,  who  gave  the  picture  producers  his"American 
Tragedy"  and  a  kick  in  the  pants  for  their  hundred 
thousand  dollars. 

He  bemoans  the  state  of  affairs  in  American  journal- 
ism when  it  gives  reams  of  space  to  Dreiser's  song  of 
hate  and  ignores  completely  Lewis'  pean  of  praise. 

Mr.  Goldwyn,  who  is  a  master  press-agent  as  well  as 
a  master  producer,  forgets  that  one  of  the  most  caustic 
and  facetious  critics  who  ever  threw  a  poisoned  javelin 
at  the  screen  has  been  his  very  own  Mr.  Lewis. 

HE  might  also  recall  that  Mr.  Lewis'  sweet  words 
exalting  Hollywood  and  Mr.  Goldwyn 's  screen 
adaptation  of  his  brainchild  appeared  in  the  form  of  a 
paid  advertisement  for  the  picture  when  it  opened  in 
New  York. 

These  scalawags  of  city  editors  are  quite  prone  to 
overlook  authors'  statements  as  news  when  they 
appear  as  advertisements. 

Regardless  of  that,  however,  Mr.  Goldwyn  is  en- 
titled to  credit,  and  lots  of  it.  Famous  authors  have 
snarled  and  clawed  at  him  for  years.  He  has  qualified 
for  membership  in  the  Lion  Tamers'  Club  by  his  com- 
plete subjugation  of  one  of  the  most  powerful  and 
ferocious  denizens  of  the  literary  jungle. 

NOW  that  that  is  out  of  my  system  I  want  to 
thank  Mr.  Goldwyn  for  making  such  a  superb 
picture  out  of  that  superb  novel,  "Arrowsmith."  He 
is  one  producer  who  has  never  been  guilty  of  the  high 
crime  of  bad  taste  in  any  of  his  pictures. 

AND  Sam,  while  we  are  on  the  subject  of  the  atti- 
t  ude  of  the  press  toward  Hollywood,  perhaps  you 
neglected  to  read  the  erudite  page  of  the  New  York 
Tinas  of  the  day  before  your  squawk  about  authors 
and   newspapers   appeared   in   the  same   paper. 

Speaking  of  the  alleged  baneful  effect  of  our  motion 
pictures  on  American  prestige  abroad,  the  Times  says: 

"To  the  peoples  of  Europe  who  have  been  visiting 
us  and  writing  books  about  us  for  a  great  many 
years  Hollywood  is  only  a  restatement  of  what  they 
have  always  believed.  .  .  .  Fifty  years  ago  English- 
men believed  that  all  American  conversation  con- 
sisted of  'I  swan'  and  'I  guess'  and  'I  reckon.'  Mr. 
Chesterton  still  devoutly  believes  that  to  be  the 
case.  Today  Englishmen  suppose  all  Americans 
say ' Awkay,  chief,'  as  in  the  movies.  The  ultimate 
responsibility,  we  very  much  fear,  would  attach  to 
Christopher  Columbus  for  discovering  a  new  world 
which,  after  439  years,  remains  strikingly  new." 

THE  New  York  Daily  News  queried  a  number  of 
girls  on  this  question:  "Which  would  you  rather 
have — a  husband  and  babies  or  Greta  Garbo's  fame 
and  fortune?" 

Everyone  of  them  said  they  want  a  husband  and 

Write  your  own  comment  on  that  symposium  of 
honest  maidenly  opinions. 

THE  heads  of  several  of  the  Hollywood  studios  are 
reported  to  have  exchanged  relatives  so  that  at 
the  end  of  the  year  they  can  tell  bankers  and  stock- 
holders, "There  isn't  a  relative  on  our  payroll." 

DON  MARQUIS  is  a  former  New  York  newspaper 
columnist.  He  knows  nothing  about  the  Spanish 
language,  and  comparatively  little  about  Spain.  He 
was  selected  to  write  the  dialogue  for  "Marcheta,"  a 
film  story  of  Spain. 

Robert  Presnell  is  at  the  same  studio.  He  speaks 
Spanish  like  a  native:  has  been  in  Spain,  and  is 
familiar  with  the  customs  of  the  people.  He  has  never 
been  on  a  New  York  newspaper.  He  is  writing  the 
script  of  a  movie  about  a  New  York  newspaper 

AT  a  recent  gathering  of  Hollywood  wits  and  nit- 
wits, they  fell  to  devising  a  symbol  for  Holly- 

Out  of  it  all  came  this: 

Diana,  wearing  a  Eugenie  hat,  being  pursued  by 
Harpo  Marx,  wearing  a  celluloid  collar. 

SAM,  old  friend,  why  become  annoyed  with  us  carp- 
ing fellows  who  wax  facetious  about  Hollywood. 
Go  right  on  making  fine  pictures  and  be  consoled  with 
the  words  of  that  wise  old  chap  who  said,  "Critics  are 
like  brushers  of  noblemen's  clothes." 


NOISE  continues  to  be  the  boogy  man  of  the 
sound  stages.  The  director,  cameramen  and  all 
their  assistants  are  wearing  rubber-soled  shoes.  One 
resourceful  studio  is  now  using  carpet  that  is  designed 
to  photograph  like  a  hardwood  floor. 

Drawing  by  Chamberlain 

"We've  got  to  economize.   The  studio 
is  cutting  me  to  $20,000  a  week" 

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The  author,  a  celebrated  figure  of  inter- 
national social  sets,  says  Gloria  will  need  all 
her  intelligence,  versatility  and  cleverness  to 
keep  her  new  husband  interested  and  happy 

THREE  ex-husbands  in  Hollywood  must  have  studied 
Gloria's  fourth  choice  with  interest.  Francis  Michael 
Farmer  is  his  right  name.  Only  since  1925  have  we 
called  him  Michael.    Always  before  that  it  was  Francis. 

Gloria's  untiring  efforts  to  build  up  her  career,  during  which 
time  she  has  discarded  one  husband  after  another,  leads  one 
to  believe  her  screen  career,  her  colossal  success  means  much 
more  to  her  than  marriage  and  love  can  possibly  mean  and 
makes  one  wonder  why  she  has  so  quickly  married  the  fourth 

Apparently  she  was  in  love  with  the  Marquis  and,  having 
acquired  him,  she  left  him  to  his  own  pursuits — golfing,  riding, 
amusing  himself  as  best  he  might — while  she  threw  herself 
into  her  work,  and  the  result  was  another  divorce. 

Born  in  Chicago  in  1898,  so  I  have  been  told,  Gloria  is  older 
than  her  new  husband  by  several  years.  Unquestionably  she 
has  reached  the  very  highest  pinnacle  of  success  as  a  star  of 
magnitude  in  the  movies.  She  is  exceptionally  gifted,  she  has 
the  brain  of  the  so  called  "big  business  man,"  extraordinary 
executive  ability,  and  she  has  shown  intelligence,  force  of 
character  and  masterful  skill  in  overcoming  a  few  failures. 

When  she  was,  to  all  appearances,  on  the  wane  as  a  popular 
favorite  of  the  screen  she  used  her  well-balanced  head  to  bring 
success  out  of  chaos,  to  recapture  her  popularity  in  the  talkies 
and  was  triumphant  in  her  efforts  as  a  singer  of  appealing 
songs,  a  hitherto  untried  effort  on  her  part. 

Through  her  tenacity,  a  will  of  iron,  great  physical  strength, 
courage  and  indefatigable  ambition  she  has  won  her  way  to 
the  very  topmost  in  fame  and  fortune. 

A  very  great  artist,  but  she  belongs  to  the  picture  industry 

She  is  a  dominating  personality.  The  effect  she  has  on  the 
Hollywood  film  colony,  producers,  executives,  stage  hands, 
fellow  players — everyone — is  impossible  to  describe.  She  is  a 
law  unto  herself  and  she  knows  well  how  to  wield  her  power. 
Of  course,  surrounded  by  every  luxury,  every  possible  assist- 
ance is  given  her  to  carry  on  and  suc- 
cessfully accomplish  her  ideas  in  pro- 
ducing pictures. 

Every  aid  is  used  in  projecting  her 
personality,  skill  and  beauty  on  the 
screen.  Some  there  are  who  claim  she 
is  not  a  beauty,  but  there  is  a  wide 
divergence  between  the  beauty  an 
actress  actually  possesses  and  that 
which  the  screen  brings  to  light.  But 
that  Gloria  Swanson  has  every  requi- 



Gloria,  soon   to  b 
mother,  is  facing  a  life 
crisis  that  means  either 
happiness  or  disaster 

site  necessary  for  her  to  be  a  dynamic  force  in  the  world  of 
pictures  is  without  question. 

She  has  made  the  most  amazing  strides  in  building  up  her 
career  from  slapstick,  pie  slinging,  utterly  ludicrous  bathing- 
beauty  Mack  Sennett  pictures  to  elegant  sophistication,  with 
intelligence,  coquetry,  passion.  But  this  is  all  acting  and 
acting  is  her  life.  Her  heart  is  wrapped  up  in  her  work,  her 
career  is  her  success. 

Perhaps  her  reason  for  failure  in  the  great  adventure  of 
Matrimony — and  unquestionably  she  is  a  failure  in  the  light  of 
three  divorces — is  a  reason  given  by  a  great  artist  who  painted 
her  and  who  summed  her  up  thus: 

"Behind  her  glamorous  personality  there  is  a  great  sadness, 
a  discontent,  a  hunger.  There  is  no  evidence  of  peace  or 
serenity  but  an  aching  want  of  something,  destined  to  be  for- 
ever unsatisfied.  She  possesses  an  old  soul,  alone  she  fights, 
lives  and  exists  within  herself,  always  alone — she  has  willed  it 
to  be  so. 

"She  hungers  for  love,  for  companionship,  for  the  comfort  of 
fellowship,  for  abandon,  to  get  out  of  herself;  but  the  die  is 
cast  apparently;  she  cannot  do  it  or  she  has  not  done  it  up  to 

GLORIA  SWAXSOX  is  proud,  as  she  is  ambitious,  and  she 
views  the  advancing  years  with  apprehension.  If  she  is 
wise  she  will  embrace  this  new  romance,  throw  herself  into  it 
whole-heartedly,  make  her  life  over  and  wring  out  of  the  years 
to  come  all  the  happiness,  even,'  joy  she  has  denied  herself 
or  been  denied,  and  cast  her  career  aside. 

She  has  been  given  a  golden  opportunity,  indeed  few  women 
have  had  such,  to  triumph  once  more  in  a  new  and  different 
way,  in  an  arena  peopled  with  a  vastly  different  audience. 
And  with  her  wealth,  her  gifts,  her  dynamic  force — if  she  is  in 
love  really  and  at  last  awakened — she  can  weave  into  this  new 
romance  all  the  thrilling  tales  she  has  ever  dreamed  of  com- 
plete happiness.  Her  new  position  as  the  wife  of  Michael 
Farmer,  if  she  is  accepted  by  his 
circle  of  friends,  will  demand  great 

It  will  embrace  every  waking  mo- 
ment and  leave  few  hours  for  sleep  and 
repose,  for  the  life  of  the  great  conti- 
nental set  Mr.  Farmer  travels  with 
seldom  think  of  sleep. 

Whether  St.  Moritz,  Biarritz,  Rivi- 
era, Venice,  Como.  Lido,  Le  Touquet. 
Cannes,  Juan-les-Pins,  Eden  Rock  or 

Antibes — it  is  a  foregone  conclusion   that 
Michael    Farmer    will    be    there    with    the 
!  smartest  crowd  wherever  it  happens  to  be 
the  season. 

Ascot  in  the  royal  enclosure  to  view  the 
races,  Dublin  for  the  horse  show,  London 
for  the  polo  and  smart  tennis  gatherings, 
yachting  at  Cowes,  fast  motors  and  yachts 
on  the  Mediterranean,  riding  to  hounds  in 
the  shires  of  England  and  in  the  forests  of 
France,  guest  of  the  wealthy  chateau  owners 
of  France  for  shooting  parties,  skiing,  skating 
and  Cresta  at  St.   Moritz:  all  these  come 
under  the  active  sports  this  handsome  young 
Irishman  has  been  enjoying  year  after  year, 
accompanying  parties  of  the  most 
sophisticated,  highly  placed  nobility 
of  England,  of  France  and  Italy  and 
the   social   registrites   of   America 
fortunate  to  be  numbered  as  friends 
of  the  most  exclusive  set  on  the 

IN  Paris,  as  well  as  in  London, 
Michael  Farmer  attends  the  most 
elegant  "parties,"  held  in  the  most 
magnificent  homes  in  Paris  or  at 
nearby  Neuilly.  Homes  with  great 
garden  loggias,  lovely  lakes.  Under 
the  trees,  it  is  quite  likely,  we  will 
find  a  Venetian  fete  being  staged, 
with  the  guests  in  Longhi  cos- 
tumes, marques  and  dominoes;  the 
audience  part  of  the  spectacle,  cos- 
tumed in  masterpieces  of  the  great 
couturiers  of  Paris,  some  of  the  dancers  do- 
ing the  most  clever  interpretations  of  Si- 
amese and  other  difficult  dances,  all  gowned 

One  finds  the  names  of  the  guests  listed 
in  the  Almanac  de  Gotha,  the  most  beautiful 
women  as  well  as  the  most  clever  in  all 
Europe.  In  no  other  city  in  the  world  do 
the  spoiled  society  beauties  go  to  such 
lengths  to  display  their  talents  and  gifts  and 
at  such  terrific  expense  for  just  one  evening, 
one  great  party,  as  in  Paris. 

Michael  Farmer  has  been  in  the  set  of  the 
<Hon.  Mrs.  Reginald  Fellowes  (sister  of  the 
Due  Decazes,  niece  of  Princess  Edmond  de 
Polignas,  widow  of  a  Prince,  wife  of  the 
brother  of  an  English  Earl),  the  Princess 
Faucigny-Lucinge,  Marquis  Strozzi,  Lady 
Mountbatten,  Lord  and  Lady  Ratendone, 
son  of  the  Viceroy  of  India,  Lord  Michel- 
ham,  Duchesse  de  Gramont,  Lady  Juliet 
Duff,  Lady  Castelrosse,  beauties  all  of  them, 
famous  for  wit,  culture  and  accomplishment. 
Such  is  the  group  Gloria  Swanson's  husband 
has  been  surrounded  by  for  the  past  ten 

DURING  the  six  weeks  of  spring,  the"  Paris 
season  "  is  the  most  amazingly  interesting 
of  any  place  in  the  world  today.  The  smart 
world  then  display  their  talents  in  magnifi- 
cent fetes,  balls  which  go  down  in  history 
for  their  marvelous  taste  and  success.  The 
great  beauties  of  society  give  their  time  to 
producing  what  is  called  an  "entree."  For 
example,  an  amusing  "entree"  arranged  by 
the  Comte  Etienne  de  Beaumont  at  a  ball 
held  annually  at  their  beautiful  home  was 
one  called  "Faust."  All  the  male  characters 
were  played  by  women  and  the  feminine 
characters  by  men. 

There  was  a  Madame  Butterfly  "entree," 
;with  the  Vicomte  and  Vicomtesse  de  No- 
alles,  Prince  and  Princess  Jean-Louis  de 
Faucigny-Lucinge  and  Charles  de  Beistegui. 
Also  an  Orphee  "entree,"  with  the  beautiful 
•Marquise  de  [  please  turn  to  page  109  ] 

Gloria  and  Michael,  sailing  from  San 

Francisco  to  New  York,  en  route  to 

France,  tried  to   elude  reporters  and 

photographers,  but  unsuccessfully 


I  to" 



'"V7"0U  can  do  it  yourself!    You  c 
■*■  you've  got  to  stir  up  your  lazy 

can  if  you  will!  But 
bones  and  your  lazy 
mind.  I  haven't  time  to  waste  on  lazy  people,"  says  Sylvia. 
On  the  opposite  page  she  tells  you,  among  other  things,  how 
to  lose  fifteen  pounds  in  one  month! 









Don't  fail  to  read 
this  amazing  article 
by  Hollywood's  fore- 
most authority.  It's 
entirely  different 
from  any  beauty 
story  ever  written 

OF  the  hundreds  of  thousands  of  you  young  women  who 
read  Photoplay  Magazine,  I  know  perfectly  well  I  am 
talking  to  only  one  out  of  ten.  The  other  nine  might 
just  as  well  skip  these  pages  of  Photoplay.  My 
articles  won't  do  you  any  good  and  they  may  hurt  your  feelings. 

The  other  nine  of  you  may  want  to  be  beautiful  but  you  are 
too  lazy.    I  haven't  any  time  to  waste  on  lazy  people. 

I  say  any  woman  can  be  beautiful  and  I  mean  it.  You  can't 
all  have  lovely  features,  but  you  can  be  beautiful.  Whoever 
said  beauty  is  only  skin  deep  was  a  fool.  Beauty  begins  be- 
hind your  forehead  and  the  beauty  of  some  of  the  loveliest 
women  I  know  can  never  be  registered  by  a  motion  picture 

Now  here's  the  amazing  part  of  it.  You  can  make  yourself 
beautiful.  You  can — if  you  have  the  nerve  and  the  courage — 
do  it  all  yourself. 

In  Hollywood  I  am  paid  upwards  of  $25  for  a  half  hour's 
treatment.  Recently  I  turned  down  $1,000  for  ten  treatments. 
Now  I  am  going  to  give  you  exactly  what  I  give  the  stars.  I 
can  and  will,  if  you  listen  to  me  and  obey  me,  teach  you  to  do 
for  yourself  what  I  get  paid  to  do. 

When  the  editor  of  Photoplay  asked  me  to  write  a  series  of 
articles  to  the  young  women  of  this  country  and  give  them 
the  benefit  of  all  I  had  learned  from  my  contact  with  the 
beautiful  women  of  Hollywood,  I  said  I  would  on  one  condi- 
tion— that  I  could  be  absolutely  honest  and  direct. 

I  told  him  I  thought  most  of  the  stuff  written  about  beauty 
today  was  absolute  bunk.  Polite  reiterations,  gentle  hints, 
lovely  phrases  and  nothing  more. 

AS  I  said  at  the  beginning,  only  one  woman  in  ten  has 
enough  stamina  to  improve  herself  physically.  Only  one 
woman  in  ten  deserves  the  chance  to  be  beautiful.  But  since 
helping  women  to  be  lovely  amounts  to  almost  a  mania  with 
me,  I  will  speak  to  that  one  woman  in  ten.  The  rest — those 
who  throw  away  their  chances — I  don't  care  about. 

If,  when  you  see  yourself  improve  daily,  as  you  most  cer- 
tainly can,  you  say  "Sylvia  told  me  how  to  do  this,"  I  will  be 
fully  repaid. 

But  I've  no  patience  with  a  lazy  girl. 

I  also  told  the  editor  of  this  magazine  that  I  would  not 
answer  letters.  I  have  received  many  thousands  of  letters  in 
the  last  few  years  since  magazines  and  newspapers  began  to 
talk  of  my  achievements  with  the  stars  in  the  Hollywood 
Studios.  Many  did  not  deserve  to  be  answered.  "Dear  Sylvia, 
won't  you  please  take  a  chunk  of  fat  off  my  hips  and  put  it  on 
my  neck?"  I  am  going  to  tell  you  how  you  can  do  just  that, 
I  really  am.  So  give  the  time  you'd  spend  writing  to  me 
in  following  my  instructions. 

In  the  advertising  pages  of  this  magazine  you  will  find 
the  answer  to  the  majority  of  really  worthwhile  questions 
that  are  asked  in  letters  to  beauty  editors. 

I  am  going  to  talk  to  you  fat  women  and  you  plump  girls 
first.    And  I  will  guarantee  that  if  you  do  what  I  say  you  will 




By  Sylvia 

lose  fifteen  pounds  from  the  time  you  read  this  magazine  until 
the  next  one  is  in  your  hands — just  one  month! 

I  can  hear  your  alibis.  "But,  Sylvia,  I  have  gland  trouble — 
that's  why  I  can't  reduce,"  or  "Sylvia,  I  am  fat,  I  know,  but 
I  ha  veanemia  and  I  can't  diet  because  I  must  keep  up  my  strength." 

You  can  get  thin  even  if  you  have  gland  trouble,  but  you 
must  stir  up  your  lazy  mind — you  must  want  to  be  beautiful. 

Ina  Claire  said  she  had  anemia  and  couldn't  diet.  I  gave  her 
the  proper  diet  (and  next  month  I'm  going  to  treat  the  anemia 
subject  specifically)  and  now  she  is  thin,  beautiful  and  no 
longer  weak.    Her  eyes  sparkle  and  she  is  never  tired. 

The  reason  you're  fat  is  because  you  eat  your  head  off  and 
don't  take  exercise.  And  that  goes  for  men  as  well  as  women. 
First  of  all,  I  am  going  to  give  you  a  general  reducing  schedule. 
In  subsequent  articles  I  will  tell  you  about  reducing  in  spots. 
Now  I  am  going  to  give  you  a  general  reducing  diet.  Later  I 
shall  treat  diets  for  various  ailments.  Later  on  in  this  very 
article  I  will  discuss  thin  girls  and  tell  them  how  to  build 
themselves  up. 

FIRST  of  all,  then,  the  reducing  diet. 
Liquor   is   out!      Absolutely! 

Once  a  famous  star  gained  instead  of  reduced  under  my  care. 
"I  can't  understand  it,  Sylvia,"  she  said  to  me.  "I've  done 
everything  you  say.     What's  the  trouble?" 

"You've  laid  off  the  liquor?"  I  asked. 

"Certainly,  I  don't  drink  a  thing  except  sherry  with  my 

Good  Lord!  Sherry  with  her  meals!  Why,  that  was  taking 
away  all  the  beneficial  effects  of  my  treatments.  Sherry  puts 
on  weight  as  does  any  other  kind  of  alcohol. 

So  that's  the  first  thing — liquor  is  out. 

Before  I  forget  it,  your  measurements  will  tell  you  more  than 
your  scales.  But  you  need  bathroom  scales  to  put  the  fear  of 
God  in  you.  You  need  to  weigh  every  day  to  make  sure 
you're  doing  right. 

Now  here's  your  diet: 


Small  glass  (about  four  ounces)  grapefruit  or  orange  juice 

Cup  of  black  coffee  (no  sugar) 

Slice  of  melba  toast  with  a  little  honey  and  no  butter 


(You  must  have  one  liquid  meal  a  day.  It  can  be  at  luncheon 
or  dinner.    I  give  it  here  for  luncheon) 

Glass  of  tomato  juice 

Cup  of  tea  or  coffee  (no  cream  or  sugar) 


Large  bowl  of  clear  soup  (no  crackers) 

In  the  middle  of  the  afternoon  you  can  have  a  cup  of  tea 
with  lemon  and  no  sugar. 


A — Correct  position  for  morning  exercises  for  fat 
women.  Swing  the  body  round  and  round  from 
the  waist,  feet  straight  in  front,  arms  above  head. 
You  must  feel  all  muscles,  from  ankle  to  finger-tips, 
move.  Among  other  things,  this  reduces  the  waist 

B — Another  morning  exercise  for  fat  women. 
Stretch  the  arms  to  one  side,  bring  body  up  and 
stretch  to  the  other  side,  as  illustrated  here.  If 
you  do  this  every  day  you  will  never  have  a  back- 
ache.   Be  sure  to  feel  the  muscles  in  the  back  pull 


Fruit  cup 

Salad  of  lettuce  and  tomato  or  any  other  salad  except  avocado 

Salad  dressing  of  mineral  oil  and  lemon  juice 

Small  broiled  rare  steak 

Double  lamb  chop 

One  slice  of  J^-inch  thick  roast  beef 

Two  slices  of  turkey  or  chicken  and  a  wing 

Two  slices  of  broiled  lamb 

Ground  round  steak,  without  fat  and  use  the  cheaper  meat 
where  you  get  the  fibres 

(Cut  off  the  fat  from  all  the  meat  and  don't  use  gravy) 
Two  green  vegetables  (peas,  carrots,  broccoli,  greens,  cauli- 
flower, cabbage,  etc.) 

No  bread,  instead  do  this: 

Bake  a  potato.    When  it  is  done,  scoop  out  the  inside  leaving 
about  J4  inch  to  the  peel.    Throw  away  the  inside  and  put  the 
rest  back  in  the  oven  until  it  is  dry.    Eat  this  instead  of  bread 
without  salt  and  no  butter.     It's  delicious. 

Baked  apple  without  sugar 

Stewed  fruits  without  sugar. 

Use  no  salt  on  anything,  as  there  are  mineral  salts  in  most 

There!    There's  your  diet. 

Now  the  first  thing  you'll  say  is,  "She's  crazy.    I  can't  live 

on  that  and  do  my  work.  I  have  to  keep  up  my  strength.  I 
can't  possibly  have  one  liquid  meal  a  day." 

Let  me  tell  you  something.  I  lived  on  that  diet  while  I  was 
taking  sixteen  patients  every  day.  And  if  you  don't  think 
that's  work,  try  pounding  sixteen  big  men  and  women  and  see. 
I  kept  up  my  strength  and  felt  like  a  million  dollars.  So  don't 
give  me  alibis. 

Why,  that  diet  is  grand,  and  when  you've  been  on  it  for 
awhile  you'll  refuse  those  invitations  for  a  highly  seasoned, 
highly  spiced  "marvelous  dinner."  You'll  like  your  own  diet 
best.    I'm  going  to  teach  you  how  to  eat  sanely. 

Never  sleep  more  than  eight  hours.  About  six  or  seven 
hours  is  plenty.    I  sleep  five  hours. 

MAKE  somebody  drag  your  lazy  bones  out  of  bed  at  six 
o'clock  in  the  morning. 

"But  what  will  I  do  at  six  a.m.?"  you  ask. 

Start  your  exercise.  Lift  your  hands  above  your  head  and 
slide  your  whole  body  gently  from  side  to  side,  swinging  your 
hips  and  moving  your  spine. 

Then  move  from  the  waist,  describing  a  circle  with  your  arms. 
Note  the  correct  position  of  the  body — feet  straight  in  front 
and  slightly  apart — in  pictures  A  and  B  that  I've  posed  for  you. 
Round  and  round  from  the  waist  and  then  from  side  to  side, 
always  with  arms  above  the  head.  Do  that  and  nothing  else  for 
twenty  minutes. 

Then  get  your  breakfast,  read  your  paper  and  do  all  those 
jobs  you've  been  putting  off  for  those  extra  hours  of  sleep. 

You  may  now-  go  about  your  usual  work  at  home  or  at  the 

I  think  for  the  next  thing  it  would  be  a  great  idea  to  form  a 
reducing  club.  Get  seven  or  eight  of  your  plump  friends 
together  for  one  hour  in  the  afternoon  (if  you're  at  home)  or 
at  night  before  dinner  if  you're  in  an  office. 

C — Evening  exercise  for  fat  women.  This  is  the 
correct  position  for  beginning  the  two  step  I've 
described.  Step  as  far  as  you  can  and  give  a 
spring  at  the  knees.  If  done  every  day  this  is  a 
general  reducer,  particularly  good  for  thighs 

Turn  the  radio  to  a  peppy  band,  with  arms  above  your  head, 
hips  swaying  from  side  to  side,  keeping  your  spine  moving, 
do  an  old  fashioned  two  step  like  this:  One  two  and  one  two 
and  one  two,  etc.  Make  the  first  step  about  as  long  as  I  have 
shown  you  in  Picture  C.  This  picture  is  the  position  and  the 
beginning  of  that  reducing  two  step.  Bend  slightly  at  the 
knees.  Draw  the  back  leg  into  position  and  take  that  little 
hop.  You  all  know  the  old  fashioned  two  step.  It's  step,  hop 
step.    And  keep  in  time  with  the  radio — that's  a  big  help. 

But,  remember  to  sway  the  hips  and  be  sure  to  feel  your 
spine  in  motion.  The  first  few  days  don't  hop  too  much. 
You'll  feel  like  hopping  soon  enough  when  the  fat  begins  to 
roll  away  and  you  feel  like  a  million  dollars.  Do  this  for  one 
hour  every  day.  No,  you  won't  be  stiff,  not  if  you  take  it 
easy  at  first  and  work  into  it  strenuously  later.  One  hour 
every  day! 

THERE  you  are,  the  morning  exercise,  the  night  exercise,  the 
diet,  the  getting  up  early,  and  if  you  do  exactly  as  I'm  say- 
ing you'll  lose  fifteen  pounds.  I  promise  that,  but  you  must 
do  it. 

You  must  be  honest  with  yourself,  you  mustn't  alibi  if  you 
want  what  every  woman  should  have — beauty!  Oh,  you  can 
be  so  lovely,  why  would  you  fail  to  be  for  want  of  just  a  little 

Now  for  the  thin  girls. 

Most  thin  women  are  nervous.  I've  had  them  say  to  me, 
"The  thing  that  relaxes  me  is  a  very  hot  bath.     I  lie  in  the 

D — The  scissors  movement.  I've  given  this  exer- 
cise for  thin  girls  but  later  it  must  be  used  by  the 
fat  ones,  too.  Note  position  of  hands  and  body. 
The  legs  are  moved  back  and  forth  as  far  apart  as 
possible.     This  should  be  done  by  thin  girls  daily 

Underwood  &  Underwood 

E — Here's  the  other  exercise  for  thin  girls.  The 
legs  are  brought  to  this  position  and  then  straight- 
ened out  again  and  again.  Also  in  this  position 
pretend  to  be  riding  a  bicycle.  It's  a  wonderful 
general  builder-up.    Fat  girls  do  it  later 

water  for  a  half  hour  and  run  more  and  more  hot  water  in  the  tub." 
I  say,  "Well,  that's  fine,  if  you  want  to  kill  yourself!" 
Those  hot  baths  are  out — absolutely  out!     They  sap  your 
precious  vitality. 

First  of  all,  get  ten  hours  sleep  a  night  and  put  in  as  many 
hours  as  possible  before  midnight.  Get  to  bed  three  nights  a 
■week  at  nine  o'clock.  You  will  tell  me  you  can't  give  up  your 
little  pleasures,  that  you've  worked  hard  all  day  and  need 
them.   You  can't?    Well,  when        [  please  turn  to  page  99  ] 

Why  V^onstance 
Is  Unpopular 
In  rlollywood 



I  DOUBT  if  any  woman  was 
ever  as  thoroughly  disliked 
by  Hollywood  as  Constance 

I  doubt  if  anyone  ever  thor- 
oughly disliked  Hollywood  as  does 
Constance  Bennett. 

I  do  not  mean  pictures.  Connie 
likes  her  work.    I  mean  she  hates 

that  mythical,  fourth-dimension  social  place  made  famous  by 
picture  people.  She  once  asked  me,  "Did  you  ever  know  such 
a  dull  town?" 

On  the  other  hand,  dozens  speak  of  her  as,  "That  conceited, 
ungracious,  high-hat,  snooty,  independent,  hateful  Constance 
Bennett!"  Not  only  magazine  and  newspaper  people  but 
actors,  actresses,  electricians,  extras  and  all  the  other  com- 
ponents of  our  heterogeneous  city. 

Now,  there  are  two  sides  to  every  question.  Matrimony; 
politics;  prohibition — anything  controversial  has  a  pro  and  con 

So  there  is  Hollywood's  and  Constance  Bennett's! 

I  am  going  to  attempt  to  give  each  impartially  and  let  you 
judge.  Only  I  must  warn  you,  as  a  lawyer  warning  a  jury,  Con- 
stance Bennett  has  never  lost  an  argument  in  her  life.  Pro- 
ducers have  learned  that!  Now,  they  give  her  the  price  she 
asks  first  so  they  won't  have  to  pay  more  later. 

Even  Connie's  wedding  could  not  proceed  to  a  smooth,  made- 
in-heaven  conclusion.  Everything  went  well  until  that  crucial 
moment  when  the  groom  gently  places  the  ring  upon  the  bride's 
finger.    At  this  point  the  Marquis  fumbled.    The  ring  wouldn't 

Read  Hollywood's  side  and 

Miss  Bennett's  side  and 

judge  for  yourself 

go  on.  He  tried  to  push  it  on  her 
finger.  And  at  this  point  Connie's 
language  was — well,  it  wasn't  the 
sort  of  language  you'd  expect  the 
suave,  smooth  Connie  to  use. 

But  the  ring  at  last  went  on  and 
the  ceremony  proceeded. 

Came    the    wedding   reception 

and  Connie  didn't  like  the  attitude 

of  several  of  her  guests.    Without  more  ado  she  proceeded  to 

tell  them  so,  which  is  something  I  was  always  led  to  believe  a 

blushing  bride  does  not  do  on  her  nuptial  day. 

Hollywood  made  much  of  those  incidents.  Embellished  them 
thoroughly.  "That's  Constance  Bennett  for  you.  Couldn't 
get  through  her  own  wedding  without  having  a  row!" 

Incidentally,  Connie  is  being  criticized  on  another  score. 
Newspaper  photographers  and  reporters  huddled  out  in  the  cold 
awaiting  an  opportunity  to  do  their  duty:  get  the  news  of  an 
international  wedding.  She  did  not  invite  them  inside.  They 
froze  and  awaited  her  pleasure. 

It  just  happens  that  Connie  had  notified  her  publicity  de- 
partment twenty-four  hours  in  advance.  Diana  Fitzmaurice, 
in  whose  home  the  ceremony  was  performed,  had  said  she  could 
not  haye  the  photographers  and  newspaper  folk.  She  didn't 
have  room.  Connie  had  said  they  couldn't  be  accommodated 
because  her  wedding  was  to  be  private.  One  syndicate  had 
answered  that  argument:  "What!  A  private  wedding  for  a 
public  woman  like  Constance  Bennett!" 

Now,  Connie  doesn't  consider  herself  a  public  woman.  She 
thinks  of  herself  as  a  person  rather  than  a  personage  and  claims 

Constance  knew  the  news 
cameraman  was  taking  this 
picture,  but  she  was  so  inter- 
ested in  the  polo  game  she 
didn't  give  a  hoot  that  the 
camera  caught  a  few  wrinkles 
in  her  forehead 


Henri  is  really  a 
fine  chap  and  there 
is  one  thing  sure 
about  his  marriage 
to  Miss  Bennett. 
He'll  never  have  a 
dull  moment 

she  is  entitled  to  certain  personal  rights  exactly  as  any  woman. 
She  had  arranged  for  the  publicity  department  to  send  out  a 
photographer  and  one  writer  who  would  impartially  distribute 
pictures  and  information.  If  the  newspapers  wouldn't  take 
those  (incidentally  the  publicity  department  slipped  and  failed 
to  notify  the  papers  of  Connie's  orders)  it  was  none  of  her  busi- 
ness. Her  wedding  was  to  be  private!  It  was.  And  those  who 
dislike  her  have  made  public  scandal  of  her  treatment  of  cold 
men  huddled  on  the  front  lawn. 

She  had  difficulty  with  both  the  M-G-M  and  First  National 
publicity  departments.  At  Metro,  she  was  accused  of  refusing 
to  take  the  proper  number  of  stills  for  "The  Easiest  Way." 
Stills  are  important;  they  are  the  photographs  by  which  studios 
advertise  pictures. 

She  didn't  refuse  to  take  the  stills;  she  simply  refused  to  take 
certain  stills.  One  in  particular.  They  wanted  her  in  a  teddy 
bear  she  wore  in  the  production.  "No!  Five  years  from  now 
when  I  am  married  and  have  a  family,  I  don't  want  pictures  of 
me  in  underwear  staring  at  me  from  the  'Police  Gazette.'  " 

Connie  was  right,  but  they  tried  to  argue.  They  didn't 
realize  you  can  never  argue  with  a  Bennett.  She  counter- 
offered  with  a  negligee.  There  was  a  scene.  Connie  promised 
to  appear  for  the  other  stills  on  a  Saturday  morning.  She  was 
ill.  Undoubtedly,  they  didn't  believe  her.  They  insisted  she 
never  gave  them  enough  stills;  she  insists  she  did. 

THEN  she  went  to  First  National.  The  publicity  depart- 
ment asked  her  to  pose  with  her  father,  who  was  playing 
in  "Bought,"  looking  into  a  make-up  box, 

"  Now,  isn't  that  original?  "  Connie  asked  demurely.  "  When 
you  get  something  new  I'll  be  glad  to  pose  for  you!" 

First  National  also  wanted  stills.  They  had  heard  the 
M-G-M  story.  They  asked  Connie  to  reserve  a  day  for  them. 
"I  will  be  there  from  two  until  five  on  Saturday." 

"We  would  prefer  you  at  ten,  Miss  Bennett!" 

"I  will  be  there  from  two  until  five,  I  said.  And  when  I  say 
I'll  do  anything,  I  do  it!"  (Which  is  true,  by  the  way.  As 
we'll  prove  later.) 

"  But  we  can't  get  enough.  We  want  an  entire  day.  If  you'll 
come  at  ten — " 

"You  can  get  a  hundred  stills  between  two  and  five.  I'll  be 
there  at  two! "  She  was  right  again,  and  by  this  time  the  well- 
known  Bennett  dander  was  up. 

Darryl  Zanuck  and  other  officials  walked  onto  the  set.  The 
publicity  man  turned  to  them,  mentioned  the  Metro  situation; 
said  he  needed  Miss  Bennett  at  ten — 

Connie  heard.  "  You  keep  still,  young  man.  When  you  have 
any  experience  to  talk  from,  you  can  talk.  What  happened  at 
another  studio  is  none  of  your  business.  I  said  I'd  be  here  at 
two — "  There  was  more;  much  more.  The  officials  backed 
Miss  Bennett.  They  had  learned,  by  being  forced  to  pay  her 
income  tax  on  top  of  her  salary  when  they  first  demurred  at  the 
figure,  not  to  argue  with  a  Bennett. 

Evelyn  Mulhall  (Mrs.  Jack)  and  Kathryn  Carver  Menjou 
(Mrs.  Adolphe)  were  among  those  who  disliked  la  Bennett. 
One  evening,  at  a  party,  they  told  her  so. 

"Why?"  Constance  demanded  instantly. 

"Oh,  the  way  you  hold  your  head;  look  down  your  nose  at 
people;  speak — " 

CAN  I  help  the  way  I  look?"  Connie  asked  quietly.  "If  I 
learned  to  hold  my  head  high  as  a  child,  to  carry  myself  in 
a  certain  way,  is  it  my  fault?  If  I  speak  a  broad  A,  as  I  was 
taught,  am  I  supposed  to  change  it  because  others  in  Hollywood 
don't  use  it?  Now,  be  fair,  girls.  You  don't  know  me;  how  can 
you  dislike  me?" 

Certainly,  they're  friends — good  friends,  today.  They 
couldn't  win  an  argument  with  a  Bennett. 

A  writer  had  an  appointment  to  interview  Miss  Bennett  on 
the  set  of  her  present  picture,  "Lady  With  a  Past."  A  pub- 
licity man  took  her  down — the  two  waited.  For  several  hours! 
Miss  Bennett  made  no  move  toward  them.  Finally,  in  despera- 
tion, the  publicity  man  went  to  her  and  said,  "  Miss  So  and  So 
has  been  waiting  for  several  hours — " 

"And  how  should  I  know  that?  I've  never  met  her.  Am  I 
supposed  to  know  everyone  whom  you  bring  down?  Why 
didn't  you  bring  her  over?" 

"But  you  had  an  appointment,  Miss  Bennett." 

"  How  did  I  know  she  was  the  appointment?  "  Rah ;  rah ;  rah. 
A  whole  line  of  them. 

Constance  Bennett  does  not  take  things  for  granted.  She 
must  be  told.  Her  publicity  department  knows  this,  of  course. 
Undoubtedly,  this  man  should  have  announced  the  writer; 
equally  surely,  he  was  afraid  to  approach  Miss  Bennett  until 
she  had  given  him  some  recognition. 

The  writer  was  furious.  I  chanced  to  meet  her  when  she  left. 
"I  was  raised  to  be  a  lady!    Constance  Bennett  is  not  a  lady!" 

Connie  was  passing  through  Albuquerque  recently.  Twenty- 
five  hundred  people  were  on  the  platform  to  greet  her.  She 
wanted  to  send  a  telegram  and  do  several  other  things  in  the 
ten  minutes  the  train  would  be  in  the  station.  She  stepped 
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Wide  World 

Here  is  one  young  man  who  doesn't  want  to  be  the  President  of  the  United 
States  when  he  grows  up.  No  sir,  he  would  rather  be  a  second  Clark  Gable. 
And  the  girls  are  already  just  crazy  about  that  dimple  in  his  chin.  Ladies  and 
gentlemen,  meet  Spanky,  the  newest  addition  to  Hal  Roach's  "Our  Gang." 
He's  decided  to  be  as  mysterious  as  Garbo  and  keep  his  real  name  from  his 
public.    But  he's  going  gunning  for  big  parts  with  that  weapon  on  his  lap 

HOLLYWOOD  has  gone  in  for  a  new  hair 
comb  with  a  bang.  I  mean  that  literally. 
The  very  newest  sensation  is  the  bang, 
over  the  forehead. 

At  Edmund  Goulding's  wedding  tea  the 
guests  were  amazed  to  see  Lily  Damita  arrive 
with  her  hair  cut  in  a  bang. 

And  five  minutes  later  Carmel  Myers  arrived 
with  her  bangs,  followed  by  Eleanor  Boardman 
with  the  most  becoming  set  of  bangs  seen  in 

Over  on  the  Chevalier  set  there  was  Gen- 
evieve Tobin  with  a  nifty  bang  hair  cut.  So 
the  idea  seems  to  be  catching  on. 

Hollywood  claims  the  idea  was  simultaneous 
with  all  the  lovely  ladies  but  if  you  remember 
it  was  Garbo  (she  always  does  it)  who  intro- 
duced the  bang  in  "Susan  Lenox."  This  was 
the  first  time  it  was  worn  on  the  screen.  Garbo 
must  chuckle  when  she  hears  the  others  taking 
the  credit. 

TSJORMA  SHEARER  isn't  going  to  say 
•*■  ^  those  smart  lines  nor  wear  those  revealing 
gowns  (and  if  you  saw  "A  Free  Soul*'  and 
"Private  Lives"  you  know  how  revealing 
Norma's  gowns  can  be)  any  more.  No  siree 
Bob,  it's  a  right  about  face  to  the  sweet  and 
simple  for  Mrs.  Irving  Thalberg.     "Private 


In  London  they  call  J.  C.  Lawrence  a 
barrister,  but  in  Hollywood  he's 
Elissa  Landi's  husband.  He  remains 
in  England,  where  this  picture  was 
snapped,  while  Elissa  gathers  more 
and  more  screen  fame  here 

C  a  1     York 

Lives,"  a  swell  picture,  is  the  last  of  smartness. 
Her  next  is  "Smilin'  Through"  and  after  that 
more  smiles  and  things. 

You  can  always  trust  Norma  to  keep  up 
with  the  newest  trends.     When  talkies  first 

came  in  she  was  being  sweet  and  lovely  on  the 
screen,  but  she  was  shrewd  enough  to  see  that 
the  new  entertainment  wave  was  toward  the 
shady  lady.  So  she  went  shady  until  she  was  a 
black  shadow  of  her  former  pure  self.    Now, 


"No  more  gangster  pictures,"  said  the  censors.  So  Jimmy 
Cagney  and  wife  hopped  an  Eastbound  freighter  to  see  what 
could  be  done.  When  they  arrived  in  New  York  they  had 
such  a  swell  time  they  forgot  all  about  their  Serious  Purpose. 
Here  they  are  going  back  to  Hollywood.  Meet  the  missus. 
It's  the  first  time  you've  seen  her 


If  you  were  playing  your  first  role  on  the  New  York  stage, 
how  would  you  like  to  have  Irene  Rich  drop  by  the  theater 
and  give  you  a  make-up  lesson?  That  is  the  amazing  ex- 
perience of  the  young  lady,  above.  Maybe  the  fact  that 
Irene  is  her  mother  had  something  to  do  with  the  interest 
taken  in  Frances.    The  girl  appears  in  "Brief  Moment" 

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with  the  success  of  "Daddy  Long  Legs"  and 
plays  of  like  ilk  she  knows  it's  wise  to  go  and 
sin  no  more  cinema  sins. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  hubby  Irving  has  always 
preferred  Norma  sweet  but  he  couldn't  say 

anything  while  the  dollars  from  her  pictures 
were  rolling  in. 

Norma  loves  the  sophisticated  stuff  and  no 
hours  were  too  long  for  studio  fittings  if  the 
dress  was  as  shocking  as  possible. 

But  now  she'll  be  wearing  hoop  skirts  and 
will,  as  always,  come  smiling  through. 

T\  THEN  they  couldn't  get  Clara  Bow  to 
*^  play  in  "The  Impatient  Maiden,"  Uni- 
versal rapidly  re-wrote  it  and  cast  Lew  Ayres 
in  it.  And  is  Lew's  face  red?  To  substitute  for 
Clara  in  a  picture  which  was  based  on  a  book 
called  "The  Impatient  Virgin!"  Well,  Lew 
gets  speechless  when  he  talks  about  it. 

TT'S  hard  for  the  truth  to  catch  up  with  the 
•^-sensational,  untrue  story.  The  New  York 
newspapers  came  out  recently  with  a  story  that 
Lilyan  Tashman  had  bought  a  $10,000  hat. 
The  truth  of  the  matter  is  that  it  was  a  $10 
hat,  in  which  Lilyan  wore  a  beautiful  diamond 
brooch.    Lilyan  was  quite  upset  about  it. 

JOHN  P.  MEDBURY  (columnist) 
J  says  it's  rumored  that  one  of  Connie 
Bennett's  ex-fiances  heard  she  spent 
$5,000  a  month  at  her  dressmakers, 
so  he  quit  phoning  Connie  and 
started  going  with  the  dressmaker. 

"VX  THEN  Ina  Claire  arrived  in  New  York 
**  wearing  a  short  skirted  dress  the  news- 
paper reporters  asked  her  the  reason.    Ina,  a 



Here's  big  news!  Clark  Gable  watches  polo  match! 
Here's  news  of  secondary  importance.  Wife  also 
looks  on.  And  you'll  notice  that  Mrs.  Clark  is  more 
interested  in  our  camera  than  What-A-Man  Gable  is. 
There's  nothing  Clark  loves  so  much  as  a  good 
chucker.  Yes,  yes,  little  Gwendolyn,  on  the  polo 
field,  of  course.  We  don't  mean  a  chucker  under  the 
chin.  Clark  is  really  being  himself  in  this  quite  in- 
formal snapshot 

Sob  your  biggest  tears,  girls,  over 
this  gay  picture  of  a  happy  young 
man.  It  means  Buddy  Rogers  has 
given  up  the  screen  for  quits.  He's 
brought  his  guitar  and  a  couple  of 
saxophones  to  New  York  where 
he'll  thrill  the  maids  of  Manhattan 
by  leading  orchestras  and  appear- 
ing in  musical  shows 

flip  wise-cracker,  shot  back,  "The  depression 
has  hit  me." 

Now  come,  come,  Ina.  The  real  reason, 
please.     Here's  the  answer. 

Ina  has  grand  legs  and  she's  smart  enough 
to  play  up  the  best  part  of  her  figure  in  spite 
of  prevailing  styles. 

A  S  we  told  you  a  few  months  ago,  Kathryn 
■*  ^-Crawford  got  her  big  break  in  "Flying 
High''  by  reducing  ten  pounds  in  a  week  by 
going  on  an  orange  juice  diet. 

Now  here's  the  inevitable  result.  Kathryn's 
sick.  They  say  it's  flu — but  it  was  brought 
on  as  a  result  of  the  strenuous  diet 

One  of  Hollywood's  newest  diet  fads  is 
prunes  and  spinach.  But  don't  you  try  it — 
or  Sylvia  will  get  you.  In  this  issue  of  Photo- 
play, Sylvia,  the  most  famous  reducing  spe- 
cialist in  Hollywood,  begins  a  series  of  articles. 
And  boy,  oh  boy,  they're  right  from  the 
shoulder.  With  those  drastic  diets  Sylvia  has 
no  patience.  And,  as  Chic  Sale  says,  she'll 
tell  you  why. 

A  ND  here's  another  one  to  make  you  girls 
■*  *-mind  your  Aunt  Sylvia.  Hidden  away  in  a 
newspaper  is  an  obscure  item  about  Katherine 
Grant  who  was  found,  after  a  disappearance 
four  years  ago,  a  patient  in  the  California 
State  Hospital  at  Patton.  She  was  admitted 
to  the  asylum  about  two  years  ago  after  being 

cared  for  in  various  private  sanitariums. 

A  complete  mental  and  physical  breakdown 
— it  was  called —  yet  four  years  ago  she  had  as 
bright  a  future  as  any  of  the  present-day  stars. 
What  happened?  Katherine  was  beautiful — 
but  overweight.  She  dieted  the  wrong  way. 
This  is  the  answer— and  the  result. 

rjLORABEL  MUIR  tells  a  grand  story  about 
■*-  Dolores  Mae  Barrymore,  nineteen-months- 
old  daughter  of  Jack  (profile)  Barrymore  and 
wife  Dolores  Costello.  The  other  day  a 
servant  gave  the  family  dog  a  bone.  While  he 
was  busy  chewing  Dolores  walked  in,  took  it 
away  from  him  and  began  to  chew  on  it  her- 
self. Mama  Dolores  was  horrified  but  Daddy 
Jack  was  just  that  thrilled. 

"That's  the  old  fighting  spirit,"  he  beamed. 
"If  she's  stealing  bones  from  dogs  at  nineteen 
months — how  many  big  scenes  will  she  be 
stealing  from  actors  when  she's  grown?" 

HPHE  story  called  "The  Man  That 
Gloria  Married,"  on  another  page 
of  this  magazine,  is  what  you  mean 
when  you  say  "real  inside  stuff." 
And  there's  a  reason  why  it's  the  real 
thing.  You'll  notice  that  the  author 
is  Eulalia  Wilson.  She  is  the  former 
wife  of  Huntington  Wilson.  If  you 
remember  your  politics  you'll  recall 
that  he  was  Assistant  Secretary  of 
State  in  the  Roosevelt  and  Taft  ad- 
ministrations and  resigned  under 
Woodrow  Wilson  when  he  and  the 
then-president  disagreed  about  the 
Chinese  policy. 

Ayf-G-M  studio  workers  have  heard  Garbo 
■**^say,  "I  t'ank  I  go  home,"  they've  wit- 
nessed the  discreet  verbal  battles  between 
Norma  Shearer  and  Joan  Crawford,  and  have 
watched   Jack   Gilbert   storm   off   his   set   in 

various  furies,  but  never  has  there  been  such 
unadulterated  temperament  as  is  displayed  on 
the  set  where  Tod  Browning  is  directing 

The  bearded  lady  doesn't  like  the  Siamese 
twins  and  she'll  tell  anyone  they're  snooty 
and  high  hat.  The  reason  is  that  the  Siamese 
twins,  pretty  girls,  by  the  way,  are  allowed 
to  eat  in  the  M-G-M  commissary,  while  the 
rest  of  the  huge  and  weird  company  have  a 
special  dining  room  with  a  special  corps  of 
hardboiled  waiters. 

The  giant  tries  to  steal  scenes  from  the 
human  skeleton. 

It's  easy — all  he  has  to  do  is  stand  in  front 
of  the  thin  fellow.  And  the  sword  swallower 
won't  speak  to  the  ape  man. 

Poor  Tod  Browning's  hair  is  getting  whiter 
by  the  day.  He  treats  each  and  every  freak 
like  a  prima  donna.  They  all  live  together  in 
one  Culver  City  apartment  house  and  are 
transported  back  and  forth  from  the  studio. 

•"THERE  used  to  be  a  feeling  among  new- 
•*■  comers  in  Hollywood  that  by  making  social 
contacts  with  studio  executives  or  their  wives, 
they  could  further  their  screen  ambitions. 

This  fallacy  has  been  exploded  along  with 
a  number  of  other  Hollywood  myths.  Witness 
the  case  of  Hedda  Hopper,  Aileen  Pringle, 
Lois  Wilson  and  Carmelita  Geraghty;  fine 
actresses  all  and  great  social  favorites,  yet 
none  of  them  are  getting  a  break. 

Even  in  Hollywood,  where  nearly  everybody 
calls  everybody  else  by  their  first  name,  the 
players  are  learning  that  "distance  lends  en- 
chantment" and  the  better  known  you  are 
socially  the  less  often  will  your  screen  ability 
be  recognized 

■'■"■'■luncheon    given    by    a 
celebrities  at  the  Ambassador  Hotel. 

was    invited    to    a 
group    of    social 


Ray  Jones 

Dear  friends:  That  old  bronk  Peritonitis  was  a  tough 
one  to  ride.  The  first  three  or  four  jumps  I  under- 
estimated him,  thinkin'  there  was  nothin'  new  to 
expect  or  be  surprised  at,  when  Doc  Smith  hollered, 
"Hey !  Tom,  that's  Peritonitis  you're  atop  of."  I  jest 
took  a  short  holt  and  says,  "I  ride  him  in  my  own 
way,  not  by  contest  rules."  So  I  sat  down  on  that  old 
rascal,  bogged  'em  deep  and  used  every  trick  I 
knew — Tom  Mix 


She  arrived  early,  gowned  in  a  plain,  simple 
sports  outfit. 

The  first  guest  arrived,  in  furs,  jewels,  and 

Another  came  in,  garbed  in  velvets,  sables 
and  gardenias. 

Still  another.  And  another.  All  just  that 
dressed  up. 

Finally,  Marie  turned  to  her  hostess.  "Why 
didn't  you  tell  me  this  was  a  masquerade? 
I'd  have  worn  a  cos'tume,  too." 

A  NEWSPAPER  woman  asked  a 
■**■  certain  player  for  some  gossip 
about  his  friends. 

"I've  gossiped  so  much  I  haven't 
any  friends!"  he  answered. 

/^\NE  reason  why  the  studios  insist  that  a 
^^star  keep  her  physical  proportions  to  a 
certain  measurement  is  the  fact  that  every 
star  has  a  "double,"  meaning  a  stuffed  dummy 
kept  in  the  wardrobe  department  and  used 
for  fitting  the  star's  dresses.  Hours  and  hours 
of  the  player's  valuable  time  is  thus  saved  by 
having  all  but  the  final  fittings  made  on  the 
"double,"  and  if  the  star  puts  on  a  couple  of 
inches  here  and  takes  off  a  pound  there,  it 
requires  constant  changing  of  the  "double's" 
measurements  at  considerable  expense. 

■pLAYING  hunches  or  other  psychic  sug- 
■*-  gestions,  is  not  Clark  Gable's  way  of  doing 
things.  "I  don't  believe  in  hunches  at  all,"  he 
argued.  "In  fact  my  experience  has  been  that 
hunches  work  out  exactly  the  opposite  way. 

"A  lot  of  people  kid  themselves  into  believing 
a  hunch  made  them  do  this,  that  or  the  other 
thing  that  panned  out  well.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  it  was  either  their  own  good  judgment  or 
advice  from  outside  sources  that  guided  them 
and  not  a  hunch  at  all.  They  just  don't  stop 
to  analyze  the  reasons  behind  their  own  deci- 

sions and  give  all  the  credit  to  an  imaginary 

V\  THEN  he  was  working  in  a  rubber  factory 
**  at  Akron,  Gable  related  by  way  of 
example,  he  had  a  hunch  that  he  should  join 
his  father  in  the  oil  fields  down  in  Oklahoma; 
that  he  belonged  there;  would  find  the  con- 
tentment and  happiness  he  was  seeking. 

"I  was  never  so  miserable  in  my  life," 
Gable  said.  "It  was  worse  than  anything  I 
ever  went  through.  Lonesomeness  became  a 
gnawing  hunger.  I  felt  like  a  living  ghost.  I 
finally  quit  my  job  at  good  wages  to  go  back 
to  Akron  and,  eventually,  the  stage. 

"I  have  had  a  thousand  hunches  while 
driving  that  I  would  turn  over  into  a  ditch 
at  the  next  curve.  I  have  actually  felt  I 
faced  certain  disaster.  That  hunch,  or  mental 
suggestion,  is  always  wrong;  I  have  never  had 
any  kind  of  accident. 

"  A  NOTHER  hunch  that  certainly 
■^^went  wrong  was  the  one  I  had 
when  I  signed  for  the  gangster  role  in 
'Dance  Fools  Dance,'  with  Joan 
Crawford.  I  was  glad  to  get  the 
chance  to  play  so  prominent  a  part 
but  my  hunch  told  me  that  was  as 
far  as  I  could  ever  go  in  pictures. 
Thenceforth,  my  hunch  told  me,  I 
would  be  a  'heavy.'  Look  at  me  to- 
day, a  hero  —  a  minister  —  if  you 
please ! 

"T  HAD  another  hunch  not  so  long  ago  that 
■*•  turned  out  with  reverse  English  like  all  the 
others,"  he  continued.  "I  was  walking  down 
Hollywood  Boulevard  when  I  came  to  a  build- 
ing with  a  painter's  scaffolding  against  it.  My 
hunch,  call  it  superstition  if  you  will,  told  me 
not  to  walk  under  the  ladder,  although  it  was 
out  of  my  way  to  walk  around  it.    I  walked 

"Will  London  be  foggy?"  Janet 
Gaynor  asked  before  she  and  Mama 
and  Hubby  Lydell  Peck  took  the 
boat  for  England.  It  was  the  first 
time  she  had  been  abroad  and  she 
wanted  to  know  things.  Well,  here 
they  are  in  foggy  London  and 
Lydell  is  holding  Janet's  hand  so 
she  won't  get  lost  in  the  big  city 

under  the  ladder,  anyway.  As  I  did  a  pile  of 
mortar  and  paint  cans  fell  from  the  scaffold- 
ing above  and  landed  all  over  the  people 
walking  on  the  other  side  of  the  ladder.  I 
was  the  only  person  in  the  vicinity  who 
escaped  a  paint  and  plaster  shower. 

"Another  hunch  warned  me  one  night  while 
I  was  playing  on  the  stage  that  I  had  neglected 
an  important  part  of  dressing.  I  guess  every 
man  at  some  time  or  other  has  had  the  dream 
of  standing  in  the  midst  cf  a  crowd  of  people 
and  suddenly  discovering  he  is  without  trou- 
sers. That  was  the  startling  sensation  I  ex- 
perienced on  the  stage  before  an  audience  of 
a  thousand  or  more  people.  I  fumbled  my 
lines.  My  face  crimsoned  through  the  grease- 
paint. I  dared  not  look  to  confirm  the  sus- 
picions of  my  hunch.  I  went  through  twenty 
minutes  of  torture  until  the  act  was  finished. 
The  hunch  was  all  wrong." 

TT  is  Garbo's  habit  to  be  through  with  her 
-Meading  man  as  soon  as  the  picture  is  finished. 
But  with  Ramon  Novarro  it's  different.  No, 
no,  don't  get  ahead  of  me.  It's  not  a  love 
affair,  even  though  Ramon  admits  that  Garbo 
is  his  favorite  actress  and  he's  mad  about  her. 
Arm  in  arm  they  stroll  across  the  lot.  And 
every  day  Garbo  snatches  a  few  minutes  to 
visit  Ramon's  dressing-room  to  hear  him  play 
the  piano  and  sing. 

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What   .Happened    lo   ilarry 

story  has  been  told  in  head- 

'•  Cash  Paid  to  Hush  Love 

"Langdon  and  Missus  Split" 
"Actor   Denies   Paying   Balm    to 
Wife's  Ex-Mate" 

''Langdon  Longs  for  Single  Life" 
"Funny  Man  Goes  Bankrupt" 
And  there  are  dozens  more. 
But   the   most   amazing   story  of 
little  Harry  Langdon's  rise  and  fall 
has  never  been  printed.    It  is  as  fan- 
tastic as  Hollywood  itself. 

Not  so  many  years  ago,  at  least 
you  and  I  can  remember  it,  Harry 
Langdon,  "the  man  with  the  little 
hat,"  was  one  of  the  big  three  of 
comedians.  There  was  Chaplin. 
There  was  Lloyd  and  there  was  Lang- 

Harry  had  been  knocked  around — 
in  films  as  well  as  in  real  life.  For 
every  comedy  kick  received,  there 
were  three  honest-to-goodness  knock- 
out blows.  A  trouper  in  a  medical 
show  at  the  age  of  twelve,  an  itiner- 
ant vaudevillian  after  that  and  a 
Mack  Sennett  two-reel  comic — he 
learned  how  to  take  'em. 

People  who  couldn't  remember 
him  in  vaudeville  praised  him  on  the 
screen — and  rightly.  For  here  was  a 
real  comedian,  a  man  who  knew 
enough  about  the  seamy-side  of  life 
to  get  on  the  screen  that  essential 
comedy  quality — a  combination  of 
pity  and  pathos. 

REMEMBER  his  eating  the  chew- 
ing tobacco  sandwich  in  an  early 
Sennett?  Remember  his  being  cuffed 
around  by  policemen,  husky  guys 
and  oversized  wives?  Remember  that 
tragic,  futile  face? 

"Why,  the  guy's  a  second  Chap- 
lin," everybody  said,  which  was  un- 
fair, since  Langdon  had  a  style  all 
his  own  and  upon  that  style  he 
winged  his  way  to  the  highest  com- 
edy heights. 

He  left  Sennett  to  form  his  own 
company  and  make  feature  lengths 
He  produced  on  the  First  National 
lot  and  released  through  them. 
"Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp"  was  a  great 
picture  (incidentally  a  plump  almost 
unknown  girl  who  didn't  quite  know 
what  to  do  with  her  hands  played 
the  lead  for  the  great  comedian.  Her 
name  was  Joan  Crawford). 

The  film  was  fine  but  Langdon's 
director  had  taken  too  much  time  on 
it  and  run  him  into  the  red,  so  Harry 
looked  about  for  another  director  for 
the  next  one.  And  he  handed  the 
megaphone  to  a  man  who  had  been  a 
poorly  paid  gag  constructor  at  Sen- 

The  man,  whose  name  cannot  be 
mentioned  here,  took  over  the  reins 
of  production  and  turned  out  a  jim 
dandy  of  a  piece  in  "The  Strong 





The  amazing  story  of 

how  a  two-page  letter 

ruined  the  career  of  a 

grand  funny  man 

By   Katherine 

Harry  Langdon  can  still  give  the 
world  the  horse  laugh.  "I  know 
I  can  act,  if  I'm  not  licked,"  he  says 

When   he   married   Helen   Walton 

the  world  looked  rosy.     But  now 

they're  getting  a  divorce  and  Harry's 


Man."  It  was  made  in  record  time, 
under  cost  and  was  a  sure  fire  box- 
office  attraction.  It  put  Langdon 
right  on  the  top  of  the  heap. 

Langdon  was  delighted  with  his 
success.  He  believed  that  the  trou- 
bles he  had  had — both  domestic  and 
professional — were  over  and  that  he 
could  take  it  easy  now  and  things 
would  just  sail  along  on  their  own 
momentum.  But  the  poor  fellow 
didn't  know  that  the  fates  had  a 
little  plan  up  their  sleeves  that  would 
completely  destroy  him. 

He'd  never  been  able  to  indulge  in 
rich  men's  pastimes.  He'd  never 
been  rich  before.  So  now  he  took  up 
golf,  believing  that  his  picture  com- 
pany was  in  good  hands.  The  third 
story  of  his  feature  lengths  had  been 
doped  out.  He  knew  that  both  his 
director  and  writer  were  able,  so  he 
stayed  away  from  the  studio  for  four 
weeks  and  followed  a  little  white 
ball  over  a  green  lawn.  He  could 
shoot  an  eighty  on  a  golf  course.  But 
he  found  himself  unable  to  sink  the 
put  when  he  got  back  to  the  studio. 

THE  writer  and  director  had 
worked  for  four  weeks  on  the  new 
picture.  They  had  quarreled.  The 
writer  thought  there  was  too  much 
footage  that  retarded  the  action  be- 
fore Langdon's  entrance.  The  direc- 
tor said  he  knew  his  stuff  and  wouldn't 
be  interfered  with.  Quite  without 
Langdon  who  was  star  as  well  as  pro- 
ducer, they  had  gone  ahead.  When  he 
returned,  they  put  their*  separate 
cases  before  him.  He  strung  along 
with  the  writer,  agreeing  with  him  on 
almost  every  point. 

The  director  was  furious  and  the 
picture  was  completed  in  all  the 
maddening  discord  of  a  school  girl 

And  then  the  fantastic  event  oc- 
curred that  was  to  be  the  biggest 
contributing  factor  in  Ham'  Lang- 
don's downfall. 

THE  angry  director  wrote  a  letter 
to  all  the  movie  columnists.  He 
said  that  Harry  was  impossible  to 
work  with,  that  he  wanted  to  have  a 
finger  in  every  pie,  that  he  was  con- 
ceited, egotistical  and  considered  him- 
self the  biggest  shot  in  pictures.  That 
he  gave  himself  airs  and  wore  the 
high  hat  instead  of  the  little  battered 
felt  of  his  films.  It  was  a  vitriolic 
letter  from  a  disgruntled  man. 

But  the  substance  of  it  got  printed. 
The  news  was  flung  all  over  the 
world  that  Langdon  was  impossible 
on  the  set  and  dabbled  in  everything. 
Other  writers  picked  up  the  story. 
Almost  every  newspaper  carried  it 
and  it  gathered  power  as  it  went 
spinning  into  the  world.  Movie  fans 
saw  it,  but  more  important,  it  was 
read  by  producers. 

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Gaston  Longet 

A  PRESS- AGENT  would  describe  this  as  a  "charmingly  intimate  camera  study." 
1  *>  Until  we  looked  at  the  face  we  thought  it  was  Marlene  Dietrich.  Then  we 
recognized  Arlene  Judge,  the  naughty  child  of  "Are  These  Our  Children?"  She  is  the 
recent  bride  of  Wesley  (Director)  Ruggles 

Ernest  A.  Bachrach 

TRENE  DUNNE  is  the  sort  of  girl  who  drives  interviewers  wild.  She's  a  grand  actress 
-*-(you  saw  her  in  "Cimarron"  and  "Consolation  Marriage")  but  there's  little  to  write 
about  her  except  that  her  physician  husband  lives  in  New  York  and  they  talk  long  distance 
every  evening;  that  she  likes  astronomy  and  was  born  in  Kentucky;  that  she  can  sing,  is  a 
swell  golf  player  and  a  nice  person 

Ernest  A.  Bachracli 


I^HIS  is  the  way  Joel  McCrea  looked  the  day  Connie  Bennett  married  "Hank,  the 

-*•    Marquis,  and  if  you  think  that's  a  picture  of  a  young  man  with  a  broken  heart  you've 

been  taking  your  Pagliacci  too  seriously.    Nope,  Joel  is  the  sort  of  lad  men  trust  with  their 

wives  and  he'll  take  Connie  out  when  Hank  is  busy.    In  the  meantime  he'll  be  Dolores  Del 

Rio's  leading  man  in  "Bird  of  Paradise" 

"  A  X  TELL,  well,"  says  Clark  (What-A'Man)  Gable,  as  he  figures  out  the  raise  he  got  from 
"  '    his  producers,  "that  will  more  than  make  up  for  the  increased  income  tax."    They 
may  be  cutting  down  in  the  studios  but  they  are  not  slicing  his  salary.    They  raised  him  to 
$1,000  a  week  and  he  steals  pictures  from  $5,000  a  week  ladies 



Nordic   Met  L 


This  was  the  first 
still  picture  taken 
of  Garbo  and 
Novarro  in  "Mata 
Hari."  And  each 
star  showed  nerv- 
ousness. Garbo 
thought  Ramon 
might  try  to  steal 
thescene.  He 
thought  she  might 
"upstage"  him 

When  the  camera 
shutter  clicked 
after  this  picture 
was  made  Garbo 
looked  up  and 
laughed  at 
Ramon.  They 
were  friends  at 
once  and  have 
been  ever  since. 
Both  were  happy 

WHAT  happened  on  that 
memorable  afternoon 
when  Greek  met  Greek  is 

But  the  fusing  of  the  Nordic  and 
Latin  temperaments  of  Greta  Garbo 
and  Ramon  Novarro  is  still  spot  news 
in  Hollywood  where  anything  is  ex- 
pected to  happen  and  often  does. 

Announcement  of  the  co-starring 
assignments  for  "Mata  Hari"  sounded 
a  signal  gun  for  rumors,  conjecture  and 
prognostication  of  all  description.  It 
freely  was  vouchsafed  production 

wouldn't  last  two  weeks.  Friends  of  Director  George  Fitz- 
maurice  wrung  his  hand  sorrowfully  as  though  he  were  about 
to  board  a  rocket  headed  for  the  moon. 

Seven-to-three  money  was  quoted  on  the  curb  that  Producer 
Irving  Thalberg  would  leap  overboard  from  the  "S.S.  Cat- 
alina"  before  he  was  through  with  the  picture.  A  few 
optimistic  souls  ventured  vagrant  hope  that  somehow  every- 
thing might  turn  out  all  right,  after  all.  .  .  . 

How  would  Garbo  and  Novarro  get  along  in  double-yoke? 
In  a  business  of  give-and-take  who  will  give  the  giving  and 
who  will  take  the  taking?  The  back  of  whose  neck  will  be 
in  the  closeups?  Would  Garbo  and  Novarro  flame  with  another 
Gilbert-Garbo  bonfire  or  would  they  choose  weapons  at  twenty 

And  who  ever  heard  of  a  Swede  and  a  Mexican  eating  at 
the  same  bowl,  anyway? 

Well,  the  picture  is  finished.  It  speaks  for  itself.  Those 
few  privileged  to  peek  into  projection  rooms  acclaim  it  the 
best  either  star  has  contributed  to  the  talkies — if  not  the  best 
in  their  separate  careers.  The  artistic  quality  is  unquestioned. 
Its  box-office  appeal  is  obvious.  There  have  been  no  bodies 
discovered  strewn  about  the  sound  stages.  Mister  Fitz- 
maurice  is  still  a  sane  man.  Irving  Thalberg's  obituary  hasn't 
appeared  in  the  public  prints. 

And  Garbo  and  Novarro  are  the  best  of  friends! 
_  In  fact,  it  has  been  whispered  around  the  Hollywood  grape- 
vine route  that   Garbo  was  happier  making   "Mata   Hari" 
than  she  has  been  in  many  months.    If  not  years.    It  is  said 
she  enjoyed  Novarro's  companionship  tremendously,  welcomed 

Ramon  Novarro's  story 

of  working  with  Garbo 

in  "Mata  Hari" 

By  Ralph 
Wheel  rig  h  t 

the  sharing  of  the  vast  burden  of  carry- 
ing an  entire  production. 

Garbo  never  appeared  more  radiant, 
throbbingly  human,  than  in  the  glam- 
orous vehicle  in  which  Novarro  fills 
the  romantic  role  of  the  Russian 
aviator,  enamored  of  the  beautiful  spy. 
Those  who  have  seen  Miss  Garbo 
about  the  lot  during  the  making  of  the 
picture,  commented  upon  the  gor- 
geousness  of  her  costume,  her  un- 
ruffled contentment.  Not  once  on  the 
production,  gossip  says,  was  there  the 
slightest  friction  of  any  kind.  Both 
stars,  accustomed  to  ruling  their  own  roosts,  were  more  than 
willing  to  meet  each  other  half-way  in  making  concessions. 
They  understood  each  other. 

By  the  very  reason  of  opposite  temperaments  Garbo  and 
Novarro  had  an  intuitive  insight  into  each  other's  likes  and 
dislikes.  Bringing  them  together  might  be  described  by  a 
psychologist  as  the  joining  of  negative  and  positive  electro 

GARBO,  the  Nordic,  inclined  toward  being  phlegmatic. 
Novarro,  the  Latin,  more  fiery  of  personality,  high-strung, 
a  bit  restless.  Both  as  sensitive  as  Stradivarius  violins.  But 
somehow  they  are  strangely  attuned  in  a  common  effort.  To 
them,  their  careers  are  all-important.     They  live  it. 

Ten  years  a  star,  twice  as  long  in  motion  pictures  as  Garbo, 
Novarro  was  almost  naive  in  his  delight  in  being  cast  in  "Mata 
Hari."  True,  he  had  met  Garbo  socially  one  time  or  another, 
but  his  natural  pride  never  would  have  permitted  him  to 
reveal  his  great  ambition  to  play  opposite  her. 

This  enthusiasm  was  manifest  in  gallant  fashion  on  the 
morning  filming  began  on  the  picture. 

On  her  dressing-room  table  that  morning,  Garbo  found  a 
huge  mound  of  pink  roses.  Tucked  in  the  silky  petals  was  a 
note,  penned  in  a  sweeping,  boyish  hand. 

It  read: 

"I  hope  the  world  will  be  as  thrilled  to  see  Mata  Hari  as 
I  am  to  work  with  her — Ramon  Novarro" 

First  on  the  production  schedule  was  the  scene  in  Mata 
Hari's  exotic  apartment.    It  was  [  please  turn  to  page  101  ] 


She  has  a  sense   of  humor,  but  is 

superstitious;  wouldn't  put  a  hat  on 

a  bed  for  Connie  Bennett's  salary 

He  is  tailored  to  perfection,  won't 

wear  brown  suits  and  goes  in  for 

polo  coats  with  woolly  scarfs 

MINNA  GOMBELL,  the  good  scout  of  Hollywood,  has 
a  dimple  in  her  chin  and  a  tiny  mole  on  her  right  cheek. 
Talks  incessantly  and  has  laughed  herself  out  of  dozens 
of  tight  places. 

She  arrived  in  Hollywood  at  exactly  twelve  minutes  past  nine. 
At  nine  fifteen  she  had  Hollywood's  number  and  knew  half  the 
answers.    She  knew  the  other  half  before  lunch. 

Whenever  a  producer  along  Broadway  found  a  weak  spot  in 
a  play,  he  sent  for  Minna  to  help.  She  helped.  Weak  spots  are 
Minna's  specialty.  During  the  run  of  a  certain  play,  Minna 
had  to  stand  in  the  wings  and  scream  and  scream.  The  play 
and  Minna's  voice  failed  at  the  same  time,  which  drove  her  to 
studying  tonal  placement.  She  emerged  with  perfect  diction. 
And  no  sooner  did  they  hear  her  speak  in  Hollywood  than  they 
made  her  a  studio  voice  teacher. 

Standing  off  on  the  sidelines  she  read  the  part  of  Edna  in 
"Bad  Girl"  for  the  other  players  to  rehearse.  And  yearned  for 
the  part,  which  still  remained  vacant.  Finally  the  director  grew 
desperate.  "Where  am  I  going  to  find  Edna?"  he  shrieked. 
"Here,"  answered  Minna  meekly.  She  got  the  part.  She  was 
great.    And  has  been  ever  since. 

Loves  swimming  and  can  aquaplane.  Stays  slender  by 
foregoing  sweets  and  potatoes.  Calls  her  car  "Queenie,"  be- 
cause it  behaves  like  a  burlesque  queen,  kicking  up  in  the 
wrong  places. 

She's  quite  alone  in  the  world  and  lives  in  a  hillside  apart- 
ment overlooking  Hollywood.  But  Hollywood  isn't  overlook- 
ing Minna. 

Her  last  name  rhymes  with  dumb-bell.  But  Minna  isn't  one. 
Wears  plain  clothes  and  loves  to  walk  in  the  rain,  but  has  never 
met  Garbo. 

RALPH  BELLAMY  always  wanted  to  be  an  actor,  so  at 
fifteen  he  ran  away  from  home  (Chicago,  111.)  to  be  one. 
He  toured  with  small  shows  until  he  landed  in  New 
York,  but  no  one  cared. 

Cold,  hungry,  tired,  he  walked,  one  day,  from  the  World 
Building  to  his  room  on  Seventy-ninth  Street.  And  suddenly 
found  himself  perched  on  the  edge  of  the  fire  escape,  five 
stories  above  the  ground.  His  knuckles  glistened  white  as  they 
clung  to  the  rail.  Cold  sweat  bathed  his  body.  Suddenly  he 
laughed,  instead  of  leaping  as  he'd  planned  to  do.  To  this  day 
he  loathes  fire  escapes.  They  give  him  the  creeps.  The  next 
week  he  landed  a  part  on  Broadway.  And  was  soon  snatched 
away  by  the  movies. 

They  tossed  him  a  small  part  in  "The  Secret  Six,"  and  bits 
in  "The  Magnificent  Lie"  and  "West  of  Broadway."  He  made 
them  hum.    Then  Fox  gave  him  "Surrender"  and  he  was  a  hit. 

He's  six  foot,  one  and  a  half  and  has  a  disarming  smile  re- 
vealing small,  white  teeth  spaced  in  the  front,  like  a  kid's. 
Eyes  are  light  blue  and  his  hair  light  brown.  He  twiddles  his 
thumbs  when  he  talks.  Has  a  weakness  for  neckties  with  blue 
in  them  and  is  devoted  to  an  old  pair  of  trousers  he's  had  for 
years  that  are  worn  in  vital  spots,  but  he  puts  them  on  the 
minute  he  reaches  home. 

He  collects  music  boxes  that  play  when  the  lids  are  removed 
and  keeps  the  lids  off  most  of  the  time.  It's  awful.  He  loathes 
sweetbreads  and  demands  lemon  cream  pie  three  times  a  day. 
But  doesn't  always  get  it. 

Catherine  Willard  is  his  wife. 

For  no  reason,  he's  scared  of  the  number  thirteen,  and 
wouldn't  carry  §13  in  his  pocket  if  he  had  it.  He  seldom 
has  it. 

.      .  \7 

V     . 

She  thinks  no  one  suspects  she's 
living ;  that  she's  not  temperamen- 
tal enough  to  be  noticed 

IF  you've  been  wondering  about  the  girl  with  the  Garbo 
voice,  it's  Karen  Morley,  a  calm,  practical  young  woman 

who  suddenly  blossoms  into  an  alluring,  intriguing,  glamor- 
ous person  before  a  camera.  Even  Karen  doesn't  know  how 
it  happens. 

She's  always  imitating  people  at  home,  and  to  her  utter 
horror  found  herself  addressing  Garbo,  herself,  in  thick  Swedish 
accents.  Garbo  gazed  at  her  for  some  moments  in  silence. 
"Ach,  so  iss,  eh?"  she  finally  remarked,  which  may  mean  one  of 
several  things.     Karen  fears  the  worst. 

Meat  and  pickles  she  loves  and  will  ritz  milk  and  vegetables 
every  chance  she  gets.  She  weighs  one  hundred  and  four 
pounds,  never  diets  and  is  five  feet,  four  inches  tall  in  stocking 
feet.  She  thinks  she's  a  giant.  It  worries  her.  Her  constant 
habit  of  speaking  the  truth  has  her  always  in  jams.  She  still 
speaks  it. 

She  has  a  habit  in  pictures  of  sticking  out  her  lower  lip. 
She  received  dozens  of  fan  letters  about  it,  so  she  tries  to  keep 
it  in.  The  smell  of  lilacs  always  leaves  her  homesick  for  a 
back  yard  in  Ottumwa,  Iowa,  where  Karen  was  born. 

Her  yellow  hair  is  naturally  curly.  So  she  doesn't  bother 
combing  it.  Merely  shakes  her  head  and  lets  it  fall  where  it 
will.  Modern  poets  and  German  and  Russian  novels  are  her 
favorites.    She  reads  constantly. 

Claims  she  chose  theatrical  work  because  she's  lazy  and  it 
offered  the  quickest  way  to  success  and  money. 

Practically  no  one  awes  her.  Even  the  two  Barrymores  in 
her  latest  picture,  "Arsene  Lupin,"  fail  to  ruffle  her  calm. 
Karen  Morley  is  absolutely  sure  of  herself,  never  fumbles  for 
a  word,  is  reserved  and  thinks  clearly.  She  lives  at  home  where 
strict  hours  are  kept,  and  has  one  steady  beau,  a  business  man. 

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WELL,  they've  kept  them  all  in — those  swell  lines 
of  the  Noel  Coward  play.  And  they're  both  there — 
those  two  grand,  impossible,  delightful  characters  who  kept 
the  show  running  on  Broadway  for  years.  Norma  Shearer 
and  Robert  Montgomery  are  excellent  as  the  ex-husband  and 
ex-wife  who,  having  married  others,  run  away  with  each 
other.  A  wild  farce  idea  made  snappy  by  sparkling  and  at 
times,  questionable  dialogue.  Una  Merkel  and  Reginald 
Denny  play  the  dull  folk  who  are  run  away  from. 

How  Norma  and  Bob  quarrel  and  make  up,  only  to 
quarrel  again!  Bob's  comedy  is  broad  but  it's  good,  and 
Shearer  does  her  most  efficient  and,  sad  to  say,  nudest 
work.  The  kids  won't  understand  this,  we  hope,  but  if  you 
like  100  per  cent  sophistication,  you'll  like  this. 




A  Review  of  the  New  Pictures 



THE  Garbo-maniacs  have  a  thrill  in  store  for  them  when 
they  view  her  as  the  famous  spy,  Afata  Hari.  Garbo 
has  never  in  her  entire  career  appeared  more  ravishing, 
more  glamorous,  nor  done  finer  work  than  in  this  picture. 
Seeing  it,  you  can  well  believe  that  many  men  gladly  laid 
down  their  lives  for  her,  as  they  do  in  this  thrilling  story. 

The  life  story  of  the  real  Mata  Hari,  who  faced  a  French 
firing  squad  during  the  World  War,  is  familiar  to  thousands. 
Garbo  moves  alluringly  through  adventures  full  of  intrigue 
and  daring,  but  pays  the  death  penalty  for  her  crime. 

Ramon  Novarro  gives  a  genuinely  moving  performance  as 
the  young  officer  for  whom  Mala  Hari  risks  all.  Probably 
no  one  else  could  have  played  the  part  as  convincingly. 
Ramon  makes  you  believe  he  would  be  just  such  a  slave  to 
the  woman  he  loved. 

Lionel  Barrymore  and  Lewis  Stone  shine  in  the  splendid 
supporting  cast.  Garbo  wears  fantastic  gowns  that  suit  her 
and  the  role  but  Seymour  advises  against  wearing  copies  of 
them  in  your  parlor.  Her  entire  work,  from  beginning  to 
end,  is  magnificent.  Don't  miss  this  glittering  picture,  and 
don't  miss  the  new  team  of  Garbo  and  Novarro. 

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The  Best  Performances  of  the  Month 

Greta  Garbo  in  "Mata  Hari" 

Ramon  Novarro  in  "Mata  Hari" 

Edna  May  Oliver  in  "Ladies  of  the  Jury" 

Norma  Shearer  in  "Private  Lives" 

Robert  Montgomery  in  "Private  Lives" 

Sylvia  Sidney  in  "Ladies  of  the  Big  House" 

Ina  Claire  in  "The  Greeks  Had  a  Word  for  Them" 

Marie  Dressier  in  "Emma" 

Fredric  March  in  "Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde" 

Miriam  Hopkins  in  "Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde" 

Jackie  Cooper  in  "Sooky" 

Douglas   Fairbanks,  Jr.,  in   "Union  Depot" 

Pat  O'Brien  in  "Juvenile  Court" 

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LADIES  OF  THE  JURY— Radio  Pictures 

IT'S  a  good  thing  stays  have  gone  out!  Ladies  would 
wreck  their  health  if  they  had  stiff  restraints  against  their 
sides  while  seeing  this.  It's  one  of  the  big  laughs  of  movie 

Although  it's  called  "Ladies  of  the  Jury,"  don't  let  that 
mislead  you.  Masculine  weaknesses  are  as  subtly  and 
amusingly  revealed  as  feminine  ones.  What  twelve  men 
and  women  will  do  when  closeted  in  a  room  to  judge  another 
human  being — we  could  never  do  justice  in  the  telling. 

Edna  May  Oliver  starts  as  one  against  eleven.  But  you 
can  trust  her  to  read  the  nature  of  her  opponents  and  play 
upon  them  so  adroitly  that — well,  see  the  picture. 

There's  either  a  chuckle  or  a  roar  in  every  line.  The 
only  possible  criticism  lies  in  the  fact  that  the  picture  moves 
so  rapidly  you  feel  you  have  missed  one  laugh  while  re- 
covering from  another. 

There's  not  a  hint  of  the  risque.  Clean,  healthy  entertain- 
ment. We  took  an  eleven-year-old  to  see  it  and  he,  as  well 
as  the  adults,  wants  to  see  it  again.  The  cast  (including 
Roscoe  Ates  and  Robert  Mc Wade),  is  perfect.  Every  actor 
is  a  veteran  and  each  is  picked  as  a  definite  character. 


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SOPHISTICATED,  smart  and  amusingly  different. 
Crammed  with  subtle  innuendoes  and  cute  little  tricks 
belonging  to  the  feminine  gender  of  gold-diggers. 

Ina  Claire  surprises.  She  has  never  been  photographed  as 
well  and  is  startlingly  beautiful.    Her  acting  is  delightful. 

Madge  Evans  looks  a  youthful  version  of  Greta  Garbo  in 
many  shots.  Joan  Blondell  is  her  clever,  natural  self.  Chanel, 
of  Paris,  dressed  the  girls,  but  the  girls  re-designed. 

It  doesn't  depend  upon  story  but  situations.  Three  gold- 
diggers  out  to  collect  from  well-sugared  daddies.  Lowell 
Sherman  is  one.  He  gets  a  hand  as  both  bachelor  and 
director.  David  Manners  had  a  heart  as  well  as  a  purse. 
Hence  complications!  By  no  means  for  children  and  not 
good  for  girls  in  their  formative  years. 



WITHOUT  Marie  Dressier  this  would  not  be  so  meri- 
torious, but  it  has  Marie  so  we  recommend  it.  We 
saw  it  at  an  early  preview  and  the  story  is  undergoing 
changes.  It  will  probably  be  much  improved  when  you  see  it. 

Marie  is  a  servant.  The  lady-of-the-house  dies  while 
giving  birth  to  a  fourth  child.  Marie  raises  the  family  with  a 
devotion  that  real  mother  love  seldom  excels.  The  family 
rises  in  position;  moves  from  bungalow  to  mansion.  The 
children  grow  "modern."  They  forget  Marie  is  mother; 
remember  her  as  servant.   She  cures  them  of  that. 

She  is  tried  for  murder.  But — we  will  not  tell  out-of- 
school  secrets;  only  advise  it  will  bring  tears  and  put  another 
notch  on  the  victorious  gun  of  Dressier. 


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HERE  is  a  picture  that  partakes  of  the  dual  nature  of  its 
principal  role.  The  first  part  is  a  "Dr.  Jekyll"  of  beauty 
and  drama.  But  when  Dr.  Jekyll  becomes  Mr.  Hyde,  the  picture 
follows  suit.  Fredric  March's  work  is  splendid  and  Miriam 
Hopkins  shares  the  honors.  Too  bad  this  filming  of  the  Steven- 
son classic  is  not  good  fare  for  children  nor  even  for  adults  who 
are  easily  unnerved. 

THE  pathetic  story  of  a  boy  who  imitates  the  wrong  kind  of 
hero  and  goes  overboard  because  of  it.  It's  not  a  preach- 
ment, but  it  reveals  conditions  surrounding  adolescent  youth. 
It  makes  you  think.  Pat  O'Brien,  as  the  "boot-legging"  hero, 
gives  a  fine  performance,  while  Junior  Durkin,  as  the  worshipful 
lad  who  follows  blindly,  just  about  breaks  your  heart.  Have 
yourself  a  good  cry. 

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BILLIE  DOVE  emerges  as  a  war-time  Parisian  beauty,  so 
distractingly  charming  that  she  has  to  be  sent  into  oblivion 
in  order  that  the  Allies  can  carry  on. 

The  story  goes  haywire  somewhere.  It  obviously  was  meant 
to  be  whimsical,  and  ends  by  becoming  almost  slap-stick  at 
times,  and  rather  risque.  Some  daring  bedroom  scenes,  fair 
amount  of  suspense,  and  gowns  that  will  make  you  gasp. 

THIS  lives  up  to  the  word  "sequel"  by  its  resemblance  to 
"Skippy."  Yet,  the  kids,  young  and  old,  will  like  it.  Of 
course,  Jackie  Cooper  is  sensational.  He  pulls  your  heart  right 
out  with  his  tears  and  thjen  puts  it  right  back  again  with  his 
smile.  Robert  Coogan  is  the  same  Sooky.  Jackie  Searl,  as  the 
sissy  villain,  is  perfect.  Splendid  entertainment,  this,  for  all 
the  family. 


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ANY  picture  with  Janet  Gaynor  and  Charlie  Farrell  is  of 
interest,  and  this  is  specially  recommended  because  it  is 
clean.  Without  Gaynor  and  Farrell  you  wouldn't  walk  two 
blocks  to  see  it.  But  you  will  like  the  musical  score  by  George 
Gershwin.  Janet  is  a  Scotch  waif  who  tries  to  elude  immigration 
officials.  Charlie  is  the  wealthy  American.  Encourage  this  clean 
picture  by  attending  it. 


THIS  talkie  version  of  "The  Dove"  is  a  singular  come-back 
triumph  for  Dolores  Del  Rio.  It  conclusively  proves  her 
an  excellent  actress  and  one  of  the  most  beautiful  women  of  the 
screen.  The  picture  is  good  entertainment.  Leo  Carrillo  as  the 
villainous  Caballero  and  Norman  Foster  as  the  Johnny  of 
Dolores'  heart  are  perfect,  but  Dolores  takes  the  honors  in  her 
first  picture  made  since  her  illness. 

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THIS  is  not  only  intriguing  entertainment,  but  it  merits 
intelligent  attention  because  it  presents  potently  the  ob- 
stacles facing  the  police  of  a  big  city.  The  inside  workings  of  a 
police  department  are  shown  in  interesting  detail.  Walter 
Huston,  Wallace  Ford  and  Jean  Harlow  snap  out  excellent 
performances.  The  platinum  blonde  proves  herself  an  actress 
as  well  as  a  "looker,"  while  Huston  is  really  great. 

WHAT  a  pity  that  Pola  Negri  should  return  in  such  a 
trite,  impossible  and  worn-out  theme.  If  she  had  any- 
thing to  do,  she  would  have  done  it  well.  Her  bright  spot  is 
singing  in  a  cabaret.  The  gal  has  a  luring  voice  which  records 
gorgeously.  Basil  Rathbone  plays  opposite  and  Roland  Young 
makes  much  of  nothing.  Pola  is  beautiful  and  intriguing.  See 
this  for  yourself. 

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REGARDLESS  of  Lil  Dagover's  fine  work  and  evident  po- 
tentialities, her  first  American  starring  picture  is  not 
sensational.  She  would  grace  frothy  sophistication  better  than 
this  heavy,  wearily-talkative  melodrama.  She  plays  the  wife  of 
Walter  Huston,  commander  of  the  ship  on  which  all  the  scenes 
are  laid.  The  ships  under  fire  will  bring  thrills,  but  the  story 
bores.     Warren  William  turns  in  a  nice  performance. 

VARYING  from  the  average  screen  fare,  this  is  well  worth 
anyone's  time.  It  portrays  humanity  in  a  Union  Depot — 
life  as  you  see  it  in  snatches,  with  the  snatches  played  by  some 
of  the  best  actors  in  Hollywood.  Doug  Fairbanks,  Jr.,  leaps 
along  moving  trains  as  agilely  as  once  did  his  father.  Joan 
Blondell  is  cuter  in  her  usual  wisecracking  roles,  but  good  as  a 
straight  lead,  too. 






WINNIE  LIGHTNER  and  Charles  Butterworth  should 
be  enough  for  any  comedy.  But  they've  thrown  the  big 
parts  in  this  one  to  the  headline  vaudeville  team  of  Dale  and 
Smith.  They're  a  riot.  It's  a  satire  on  Broadway  and  theatrical 
producers.  Laughs  come  as  rapidly  and  as  frequently  as  traffic 
cops  you're  not  expecting.  Luis  Alberni  is  fine  as  the  mad 
impresario.     See  this  Technicolor  comedy. 

MARIAN  MARSH  is  to  be  congratulated  on  her  first 
starring  vehicle.  She  does  well.  The  old  story  of  the  in- 
nocent cloak  model  and  rich  client  has  a  new  plot  twist,  lovely 
sets  and  smart  clothes.  Anita  Page,  the  financially-harassed 
sister,  makes  the  most  of  her  part,  while  Norman  Foster,  the 
pool-room  expert,  gets  many  laughs.  Regis  Toomey  and  War- 
ren William  are  fine.  [  additional  reviews  on  page  97  ] 



Both  the  Barrymore  boys  act  in  "Arsene  Lupin."     They've  been  in  the  same  productions  before,  but  John 
has  always  had  the  biggest  roles.     Now  it  is  Lionel  who  dominates  the  scenes  and  John  lets  him  take  the 

royal  family  honors 



the   Head   of   the 



ABOUT  the  year  1910, 
a  dizzy  adolescent  in 
shiny  pants,  I  wan- 
dered into  the  Dream- 
land Theater,  where  I  could 
absorb  four  one-reel  pictures 
for  five  cents. 

There  was  method  in  my 
visit.  I  knew  that  on  Saturday 
the  latest  Biograph  picture 

would  be  squirted  upon  the  Dreamland  screen,  and  thither  I 
took  myself,  weekly,  as  on  a  pilgrimage.  For  I  was  hopelessly 
in  love  with  Mary  Pickford,  Marion  Leonard  and  Florence 
Lawrence,  and  I  never  missed  a  Biograph  (one  D.  W.  Griffith 
made  them  all). 

This  particular  Saturday,  though  I  did  not  suspect  it  then, 
loomed  large  in  the  history  of  the  baby  photoplay.  The  name 
of  the  picture  I  saw  that  day  was  "The  New  York  Hat."  It 
was  written  by  a  sixteen-year-old  girl  named  Anita  Loos,  a  tiny, 
big-eyed  creature  who  was  to  amass  a  fortune  from  the  stage 
and  screen.  Its  star  was  my  beloved  Mary  Pickford,  then 
merely  "The  Biograph  Girl."  And  its  leading  man,  all  dressed 
up  in  clerical  clothes,  was  Mr.  Lionel  Barrymore! 

I  doubt  that  many  remember  Mr.  Lionel's  debut  in  the  leap- 
ing tintypes.  After  all,  I  suppose  there  were  not  many  Bio- 
graph fans,  in  those  days. 

But  I  remember  it,  and  for  twenty  years  I  have  nourished  the 
memorv  of  that  trivial,  inconspicuous  premiere.  For,  of  the 
great  Barrymore  line,  Mr.  Lionel  seemed  to  prosper  least.  Of 
the  three  star-spangled  children  of  the  beautiful,  ill-starred 
Maurice  Barrymore,  Mr.  Lionel,  the  eldest,  got  nowhere  quite 
the  fastest. 

_  Miss  Ethel,  tall  and  statuesque  and  commanding  with  a  mag- 
nificent voice  that  did  things  to  the  soul  of  the  listener,  got  on. 
In  her  twenties  she  was  a  star,  beloved  of  the  matinee  girl. 

Mr.  John,  the  youngest  of  the  trio,  was 
beautiful.  After  a  weird  period  in  minor 
farce,  he  scored  a  terrific  success  in  Gals- 
worthy's mighty  play,  "Justice,"  and  was 

Overshadowed  for  twenty  years 
by  John  and  Ethel,  Lionel 
Barrymore  shines  through 

off  on  a  mad,  magnificent  career 
that  ended,  inevitablv,  in 
Hollywood,  at  $20,000  a  week. 
But   Mr.   Lionel,   the  first- 
born— he  never  seemed  to  get 
on.    While  Mr.  John's  beauti- 
ful nose  poked  its  way  into  a 
dozen   starring   photoplays  — 
while  Miss  Ethel  easily 
achieved  the  position  of  First 
Lady  of  the  American  Theater — Mr.  Lionel  was  serving  out  a 
modest  term  as  director  for  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  pictures. 

And  then,  suddenly,  and  for  no  apparent  reason,  Mr.  Lionel 
laid  down  the  megaphone  and  picked  up  the  grease-paint  once 

Then  came  what  to  me  is  the  most  thrilling  event  of  the 
modern  photoplay.  Suddenly  the  name  of  Lionel  Barrymore 
was  heard  on  the  tongues  of  all  picture  fans  everywhere!  Cast 
as  a  dissolute,  brilliant  attorney  in  the  picture  called  "A  Free 
Soul,"  he  turned  in  a  performance  of  the  very  first  water.  His 
notices  were  magnificent.    He  was  in  demand. 

JUST  brother  Lionel — turning  out  a  good,  workmanlike  job  of 
acting.  And  at  the  age  of  fifty-three,  with  his  brother  and 
sister  inevitably  on  the  long,  swift  chute  that  leads  to  theatrical 
oblivion,  he  had  arrived. 

I  know  of  no  more  dramatic,  romantic  story  in  the  history  of 
pictures  than  the  new  arrival  of  Lionel  Barrymore.  It  has 
every  element  of  theatrical  beauty.    Consider  the  record. 

What  has  happened  to  the  great  Barrymore  tribe  in  the 
past  brief  decade — the  one  real  royal  family  of  the  American 

Consider  Mr.  John.    Little  by  little,  as  the  years  took  their 
toll,  his  beauty  faded.     That  magnificent  nose  became  a  bit 
peaked.    He  was  no  longer  fitted  for  the  Don  Juan  sort  of  thing 
— all  that  remained  for  him  was  the  crepe- 
hair  putty-snouted  character  work  that 

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Llewellyn  Carroll  is  a 
new  PHOTOPLAY  find 
among  Hollywood 
writers.  She  knows 
the  studios  inside  out 
and  every  phase  of  the 
personalities  of  the 
players.  You  will  de- 
tect a  new  note  in  her 
writings.  Watch  for 
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Did    To    A 

New  England 



SIX  years  ago,  in  a  small,  quiet  New  England  town,  a 
young,  attractive  blonde  yawned  to  bed  on  the  screened 
sleeping  porch  of  her  parents'  old-fashioned  house.  Her 
eyes,  blue  and  clear,  gazed  into  the  star-sprinkled  sky  and 
dreamed  beyond  the  blue-black  rim  of  horizon  to  the  metropolis 
of  New  York.    New  York!    Life  .  .  . 

Fortunately,  reality  plays  no  part  in  dreams.  If  it  had, 
Thelma  Todd,  school  teacher,  could  never  have  dreamed,  for 
the  salary  she  received  for  teaching  small  children  their  a-b-c's 
paid  for  only  the  necessities  of  existence,  not  the  luxury  of 
dreams.  Yet  she  believed,  beyond  the  shadow  of  a  doubt,  that 
some  day  she  would  be  an  animated  figure  in  the  fascinating 
pattern  of  New  York. 

The  dream  faded  in  the  daylight,  chased  away  by  prim 
routine.  Thelma,  however,  was  to  a  school  teacher's  desk  what 
a  duck  is  to  land.  She  was  vibrant  and  gay  with  youth.  She 
was  beautiful,  with  a  fresh,  creamy  complexion,  a  laughing 
mouth,  a  curved,  graceful  body.  She  had  brains,  but  her  wit 
was  a  flashing  rapier  and  her  bucolic  admirers  were  never 
frightened  away  by  "blue  stocking"  humors. 

Thelma  believed  in  trying  anything  once.    The  local  theater 

announced  a  movie  contest,  the  winners  of  which  would  be 
signed  by  Paramount  and  brought  to  the  company's  Long 
Island  studio,  there  to  be  taught  the  technique  of  acting  before 
the  camera  and  to  be  featured  in  a  film.  Thelma  was  urged  to 
enter  the  contest. 

A  school  teacher  enter  such  a  contest?  She  shrieked  with 
merriment  at  the  idea — and  entered  it.  Anything — once. 
Having  entered,  she  wanted  to  win.  The  Todd  girl  sympathizes 
with  failures,  provided  she  isn't  among  them.  So  suppose  she 
did  smile  coquettishly  upon  the  theater  manager  whose  power 
decided  what  local  applicants  would  be  submitted  to  the 

She  won  the  contest  and  amidst  a  flurry  of  family  and  friends 
she  was  packed  and  waved  off  on  a  train  bound  for  New  York 
and  adventure.  Ecstasy  flooded  her  heart  and  the  wheels 
clicked  a  paean  of  hope  along  a  steel  rainbow. 

New  York  lived  up  to  her  dreams.  The  Paramount  studio, 
despite  long  days  of  work,  thrilled  her.  It  moulded  and  pol- 
ished the  unsophisticated  blonde  school  teacher.  She  changed 
subtly  and  was  changed  subtly  in  the  motion  picture  environ- 
ment where  sex,  heretofore  a  moonlight  lark,  was  merely  a 

Who  is  this 
woman?  We'll 
give  you  up  to 
guesses.  Cross 
our  heart  and 
hope  to  die,  it's 
Thelma  Todd 
when  she  was 
teaching  school 


"Teacher,  I 
know  the  an- 
swer," said  her 
pupils.  But  the 
kids  didn't 
know  that  some- 
day little  Miss 
Todd  would  be 
a  lovely  Holly- 
wood actress 


The  dreams  of  a  demure 
little  school  teacher  who 
was  metamorphosed  by 
Hollywood  into  a  beautiful 
and  glamorous  actress 
have  sometimes  turned  into 
nightmares  of  disillusion 



provocative  commodity  and  recognition  its  golden 

After  months  of  study,  the  Paramount  students 
completed  their  technical  training.  They  made  and 
finished  their  picture,  "Fascinating  Youth."  The 
showing  of  this  picture  and  the  reaction  of  critics 
and  public  determined  whether  the  young  players 
would  receive  bona  fide  Paramount  contracts  or  be 
returned  to  their  respective  homes. 

Thelma  Todd  was  in  a  fever  of  anxiety.  Suppose 
she  failed  and  was  not  signed?  Should  she  remain  in 
New  York  and  struggle  along  as  a  movie  extra, 
return  to  school  teaching,  or  fit  herself  for  an  office 
position?  She  put  the  worry  aside.  There  was  no 
need  to  cross  any  bridge  yet.  Thelma  is  a  bit  of  a 
fatalist  at  heart.  What  is,  is.  What  isn't — well,  it 
isn't.    Why  fret? 

The  need  of  a  decision  never  arose.  Thelma,  to- 
gether with  Charles  "Buddy"  Rogers,  Josephine 
Dunn  and  Jack  Luden,  was  signed  to  a  contract  and 
sent  to  Paramount's  West  Coast  studio.  Life,  rich 
and  alluring,  stretched  before  her  on  the  long  train 
trip  to  California. 

She  arrived  in  Hollywood,  starry-eyed,  bubbling 
with  anticipation.  Hollywood,  however,  is  bored  by 
young  emotions.  It  accepts  only  fame,  success  and 
riches.  The  Todd  girl,  with  a  surprised  lift  of  arched 
brows,  shrugged  off  the  disappointment  of  her 
negative  welcome.  She  knew  no  one  in  the  com- 
munity, yet  she  had  no  qualms  of  loneliness.  Her 
very  love  and  exuberance  of  life  had  always  sur- 
rounded her  with  amusement  and  activity. 

SHE  suffered  from  no  inferiority  complex.  Neither 
was  she  awed  by  the  expensive  homes  in  Beverly 
Hills  with  their  sweep  of  green  lawn,  of  flowers,  of 
trees.  Nor  was  she  awed  by  the  expensive  cars,  the 
swank  and  the  poise  or  pose  of  the  picture  rich. 

But  she  was  awed — indeed  shocked — by  the  more 
personal,  the  balder  aspects  of  Hollywood.  Unat- 
tached beauty,  she  discovered,  was  considered  fair 
prey  for  men,  from  extras  to  stars  to  executives  who 
liked  to  play.  It  made  no  difference  if  they  were 
married.  They  played  and  were  known  to  call  it  at- 
tending "studio  conferences."  They  played  to- 
gether, usually,  and  were  familiar  with  each  other's 
indiscretions.  In  the  argot  of  the  studio,  this  was 
cynically  accepted  as  "knowing  where  the  body  was 
buried."  Many  incapable  minor  executives  held 
their  jobs  by  being  accomplices  to  the  indiscretions 
of  their  superiors. 

Thelma  found,  too,  that  Hollywood  gossiped 
viciously.  No  person  was  safe  from  the  "pack."  It 
was  smart  for  women  or  [  please  turn  to  page  1 16  ] 

This  is  Thelma  Todd  today — a  far  cry  from  the  girl  on  the 
opposite  page.  Hollywood  has  changed  her  physically,  as 
you  can  see,  and  mentally,  too.  Some  folks  say  she's  hard 
and  cynical.  She  isn't,  really.  She  just  minds  her  own 
business,  goes  around  with  whomever  she  likes  and  scoffs 
at  rumors  and  gossip  concerning  herself 


Quiet!   The  cameras  are  turning! 

A  WHISTLE  sounds.  A  button,  lighting  the  red 
**-light  at  the  door  of  the  stage,  is  pressed.  "They're 
turning,  they're  turning,"  echoes  over  the  set.  Then  all 
is  quiet  as  a  tomb.  Director  Robert  Florey  is  ready  to 
begin  "Murders  in  the  Rue  Morgue,"  another  thriller 


Photo  by  Stagg 

Hushed  horror  comes  to  the  set! 

THE  fearful  guttural  grunts  of  the  ape,  the  shuffle 
of  his  padded  feet  and  the  Shakespearean  voice 
of  Bela  Lugosi  are  noises  that  drop  into  the  silence. 
And  Sidney  Fox  knows  they  mean  her  doom.  This 
is  the  scene  the  cameras  on  the  other  page  are  taking 



Left  —  Donald  B. 
Wisener.  He  sells 
them  a  license  if  he 
doesn't  catch  them 
in  any  fibbing 

Center — Katherine 
Long,  demon  re- 
porter of  Yuma,  who 
out-ritzed  bride 
Gloria  Swanson 

Right— Judge  Earl 
Freeman.  He  welds 
them  quickly  and 
sends  them  back 
to   the    airport 

"  hardboiled  Dot,"  they  call  her 
in  Hollywood  because  she's  so 
worldly — cried  like  a  baby  while 
she  was  being  married  to  Neil  Miller! — 
and  then  she  took  him  across  the  line 
into  Mexico  and  got  so — uh — happy 
that  she  didn't  want  to  go  home  with 

And   Richard   Dix,   whom  you  just 
can't  keep  away  from  in  front  of  camera 

lenses  in  Hollywood,  scowled  as  only  Dix  can  scowl  at  camera- 
men who  wanted  to  get  a  snap  of  him  and  his  brand  new  bride! 
— and  he  got  square  with  them  by  letting  them  wait  outside  a 
closed  hotel  door  listening  to  cork-poppings  inside. 

And  Gloria  Swanson — but  wait!  We're  getting  'way  ahead 
of  our  story,  even  before  it's  fairly  begun.  For  this  is  the 
Yuma's-eye-view  of  that  startling  succession  of  movie-star- 
weddings  that  happened  not  so  many  weeks  ago  in  that  little 
Arizona  hamlet,  which  forthwith  leaped  into  national  fame  with 
the  new  soubriquet:  "Hollywood's  Gretna  Green." 

This  is  the  story  of  the  little  things  filmland's  newlyweds  said 
and  did  in  Yuma  during  those  few  hours  they  spent  there  being 
married.  And  maybe  some  of  it's  the  answer  to  the  Hollywood 
wisecrack  that  grew  and  grew  and  grew,  after  the  Yuma  wed- 
dings— something  to  the  effect  that  it  was  merely  the  proof  of 
Hollywood's  sense  of  Yuma!  And,  of  course,  seven-score  song- 
writers at  once  went  to  work  writing  music  for  songs  like 
"  Yumarry  Me  In  Yuma." 

It  really  all  began  when  some  California  legislator,  who 
couldn't  think  of  anything  else  to  write  a  law  about,  worked 
himself  into  a  fever  when  he  contemplated  the  horrible  con- 
sequences of  getting  married  too  easily.  He  had  heard,  speci- 
fically, of  a  case  or  two  where  a  couple  of  young  folk  had 
celebrated  too  much  at  some  party — and  awakened  the  next 
morning  and  found  they'd  gotten  married. 

So  he  introduced  and  had  passed  what's  called  California's 
"gin-marriage"  law.  It  prescribes  that  you  can't  get  married 
in  the  Golden  State  (adv.)  until  three  days  after  you've  filed  a 
notice  of  intention. 

Well,  a  lot  of  people  when  they  want  to  get  married  are 


The  inside  story  of 
how  the  stars  behave 
at  their  "secret 
weddings"  in  Yuma 

terribly  impatient.  Hollywood  stars, 
particularly,  are  noted  for  their  im- 
pulsiveness. Good  heavens,  it'd  be  a 
reasonable  bet  that  if  some  Hollywood 
stars  had  to  wait  three  days  between 
filing  an  intention  and  the  ceremony, 
they  would  have  changed  their  minds 
and  wanted  to  marry  somebody  else  by 
that  time! 

And  so  they  started  looking  around 
for  places  where  they  could  step  up,  get 
a  license,  get  married,  and  get  back  home.  First  they  hit  upon 
Nevada,  where  anything  goes.  Nevada  became  the  state  where 
they  capitalized  on  both  ends — rapid-fire  divorce  in  Reno; 
rapid-fire  marriage  in  Las  Vegas. 

Notable  among  the  Las  Vegas  marriages  was  that  of  Lola 
Lane  and  Lew  Ayres.  They  halted  a  murder  trial  so  the 
superior  judge  could  step  into  his  chamber  and  marry  them, 
while  the  defendant  waited.  James  Kirkwood  committed  his 
third  (or  was  it  fourth?)  marriage,  too,  in  Las  Vegas.  But  Las 
Vegas  harbors  some  wide-awake  newspapermen,  Hollywood 
discovered,  so  the  element  of  secrecy  was  lacking. 

AND  that  leads  to  the  first  of  the  notable  Yuma-Holly  wood 
weddings :  that  of  June  Collyer  and  Stu  Erwin.  They're  real- 
ly the  ones  that  started  the  Yuma  wedding  vogue.  It  wasn't 
Aimee  Semple  MacPherson's  press-agent-and-reporter-and- 
photographer-accompanied  "secret"  elopement  to  Yuma  that 
did  it  at  all,  as  some  would  have  you  believe.  It  was  June 
and  Stu  who  blazed  the  trail. 

Now,  you've  already  read  in  Photoplay  about  the  Collyer- 
Erwin  romance  and  Yuma  wedding — how  they  stood  in  a 
superior  court  room  with  the  thermometer  bubbling  at  108 
while  a  six-foot-tall  judge  named  Kelly  made  them  man  and 
wife,  while  a  minister  in  overalls,  a  bit  disgruntled  at  not  getting 
the  fee  himself,  stood  in  the  background.  You've  read  that — 
but  you  haven't  read  one  detail  that's  being  told  now,  for  the 
first  time.  It's  about  how  Stu  lost  his  pants  and  almost 
couldn't  get  married!    (He'll  kill  me  for  telling  this.) 

Stu  and  June  had  motored  all  night  across  the  southwest 
desert  to  reach  Yuma  for  a  morning  ceremony.     With  them 








By    Harry    Lang 

This  is  the  way  Dorothy  Mackaill  and  Neil  Miller  looked  just  after 

they  said  "I  do,"  and  started  home  in  the  plane.    Dot  was  smiling 

then,  but  she  cried  during  her  wedding  ceremony 

were  June's  two  brothers.  They  arrived  tired,  dusty,  dis- 
hevelled. Instead  of  going,  like  that,  to  the  courthouse,  they 
went  first  to  the  San  Carlos  hotel — one  of  Yuma's  two  more 
pretentious  places. 

They  took  a  row  of  rooms,  and  while  June  prettied  up  in 
one,  Stu  took  a  bath  and  shave  in  another.  And  sent  out  his 
pants  to  be  pressed. 

Then  he  waited. 

June  phoned  that  she  was  ready.  Stu  said  he'd  be  down  as 
soon  as  he  got  his  pants  on.    He  rang  for  a  boy. 

"Where  in  h —  in  Yuma  are  my  pants?"  he  bellowed. 

"  Your  pants?  "  asked  the  boy. 

"Yes,  my  pants,"  thundered 
Stu,  trying  hard  to  look  impres- 
sive and  dignified.  But  no  man 
can  look  dignified,  all  dressed  up 
without  his  pants!  The  boy  said 
he'd  look  for  'em.  He  went.  Stu 

June  called  again.  Stu  ex- 
plained his  predicament.  June, 
instead  of  being  properly  sym- 
pathetic, merely  howled  with 
laughter.  Stu  decided  to 
throttle  a  tailor.  He  kept  on  wait- 
ing. Can  you  imagine  an  im- 
patient bridegroom-to-be  wait- 
ing for  a  pair  of  pants  to  get 
married  in? 

Well,  the  pants  finally  arrived 
— but  not  until  June,  her  two 
brothers,  the  license  clerk  and 
the  judge  had  waited  for  more 
than  an  hour.  And  so  they  were 

And  went  back  to  the  hotel 
and  Stu  proudly  re-registered  as 

"No  pictures!"  thundered  Richard  Dix  after  the 

wedding.    So  this  fuzzy  shot  of  Richard's  back  as 

he  helped  his  bride  into  the  plane  for  the  return 

trip  was  all  cameramen  got 

"  Mr.  and  Mrs.  S.  Philip  Erwin."  They  thought  they'd  gotten 
away  with  a  secret  wedding.  But  in  Yuma,  there  are  a  corps 
of  news-hounds  of  fast  calibre. 

June  and  Stu  didn't  know  it,  but  the  wedding  story  was 
on  the  wires  before  they  were  man  and  wife.  And  so  the  phone 
rang  in  their  room. 

"Say,"  demanded  the  hotel's  manager,  or  somebody  in  com- 
mand, "what's  a-goin'  on  here?  I  gotta  call  for  a  MISS  Collyer 
here,  and  they  say  we  can  find  her  in  YOUR  room.  We'll  have 
no  Hollywood  goings-on  in  THIS  hotel  .  .  .!" 

But  Stu  showed  the  license  and  the  certificate.     And  so 

everything  was  smoothed  over, 
and  they  stopped  over  in  Mexico, 
which  is  just  three  miles  from 
Yuma,  and  had  a  wedding  break- 
fast. And  the  customs  officers 
at  the  border  didn't  know  it,  but 
the  newlyweds  brought  back  the 
cutest  wedding  souvenir  you  ever 
saw — it's  a  tiny,  tiny  bottle  with 
some  brown  liquid  in  it,  and  a 
label  that  dates  back  to  pre-war 
days.  They've  still  got  it.  They 
say  they'll  never  open  it. 

Well,  that  wedding  focussed 
Hollywood  attention  on  Yuma 
as  a  place  to  marry.  About 
Yuma,  they  learned  this: 

That  it's  less  than  four  hours 
from  Hollywood  by  air.  That 
there's  a  justice  of  the  peace 
ready  to  marry  all  comers  at  any 
hour.  That  to  celebrate,  they 
can  motor  for  ten  minutes  and 
be  across  a  border  in  Mexico, 
where  the  only  thing  Prohibition 

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Drawing  by  Fair 


Movie  Producer:  "Nope,  not  the  type,  sister.  We  want  an  ingenue 
with  everything'  you  haven't  got — pep,  charm,  looks,  magnetism  and 
plenty  of  'it' — "      "Well — I  wish  you   luck — I'm  the  scrubwoman!" 

Thanks    for    the  Tips,    Madge 


HAVE  you  started  thinking  about  it — what  you  will 
wear  this  Spring,  I  mean?  If  you  haven't  and  need 
an  inspiration — go  see  Madge  Evans'  new  picture. 
You  will  come  nome  with  enough  ideas  for  several 
wardrobes.  There  s  this  white  crepe  sports  dress,  for 
instance.  It's  summery  looking,  of  course,  but  it  points 
out  some  new  trends.  Wide  shoulders  achieved  by  a 
J  cleverly  crossed  cape  collar,  high  neckline,  return  of 
two-piece  effects,  red  as  a  trimming — and  a  straighter 
silhouette.  Remember  these  when  you  go  shopping. 
Madge's  bob  is  the  smart  length,  too. 

BLUES  are  in  again  and  that  soft  powder  blue  is 
Madge  Evans  choice  for  the  formal  afternoon  dress. 
A  horizontally  tucked  yoke  finished  with  bow  at  one 
side  gives  the  desired  wide  shoulder  look.  Sleeves 
draped  gracefully  at  the  elbow  end  in  tight  cuffs.  And 
tucking  finishes  the  flared  hemline.  Mousseline  de  soie 
.is  the  fabric.  And  as  I  said,  you  will  see  it  in  "Courage." 

Wa  tch    For    These    Fashio 


rUK  v^/Nrbb  are  a  popular  style  of  the  day. 
They  top  such  good  looking  costumes  as  this  one 
Loretta  Young  wears.  Loretta's  is  black  galyak  worn 
over  a  black  broadcloth  dress  whose  deep  cuffs  and 
belt  of  the  fur  stress  the  ensemble  idea.  The  cape 
is  cut  with  a  flare,  shorter  in  front  than  in  back.  Note 
the  narrow,  standing  collar. 

MANNISH  VEST— just  one  of  the  smart  details  of 
this  trim,  tailored  suit  worn  by  Bette  Davis  in  "The  Feathered 
Serpent."  The  short  black  wool  jacket  and  skirt  stress 
straight  lines. 

NECKLINES  are  higher  for  daytime  and 
evening  clothes.  Even  the  jabot  on  Carole 
Lombard's  silk  blouse  is  caught  high  at  the 
throat  by  a  jeweled  pin.    Nice  tailored  felt  hat. 

Notes    In    Coming    Pictures 

CLOTH  CArbb  follow  fur  ones  to  fashion 
triumphs.  A  separate  one  edged  in  fur  to  match  a 
dress  like  this  one  which  Myrna  Loy  wears  in 
"Emma"  is  especially  good.  This  is  elbow  length 
and  the  fur  is  black  Persian  lamb.  White  pique  edges 
the  square  neckline  of  the  black  wool  dress.  Note 
the  back  trimming  on  her  brimmed  hat — a  Spring 
millinery  detail. 

rLAILo  are  a  good  old  Scotch  touch  that  are  livening 
up  many  smart  outfits  this  season.  Judith  Wood  wears  this 
plaid  suit  in  "Working  Girls."  The  skirt,  jacket  binding, 
tarn  and  tie  are  plaid — the  jacket  of  blue  suede. 

I  A/Vl  effects  continue  to  be  popular.  You'll 
recognize  this  as  a  close-up  of  the  one  that 
matches  Judith  Wood's  plaid  suit.  A  bow  of 
the   material   is  placed  high  at  the   back. 

THIS,  my  friends,  is  what  is  known  as  "back 
interest"  in  the  fashion  lingo.  Do  I  hear  you 
say,  "And  how?"  It's  a  toss-up  whether  bathing 
suits  or  evening  gowns  show  the  most  back.  Cer- 
tainly Carole  Lombard  strikes  a  new  low  in  this 
evening  gown.  This  is  called  the  bathing  suit 
decolletage.  Note  the  straps  and  the  wrapped 
hipline  with  fulness  drawn  to  the  back.  Double 
bows  give  the  smart,  old-fashioned  bustle  effect. 
The  fabric  is  one  of  the  small  flower  patterned  silks 
that  will  be  seen  this  coming  season.  You  can  see 
the  front  of  this  in  "No  One  Man!" 

High    and 
Low ! 




LOOKING  at  this  high  neckline  you 
wouldn't  think  Adrienne  Ames  could 
truthfully  say  she  hasn't  "a  stitch  to  her  back" 
would  you?  But  like  Carole  Lombard  s  dress, 
it's  high  in  front  and  low  in  back.  Again  the 
bustle  detail,  this  time  emphasized  by  a  ruffle 
in  front,  too.  The  pin  high  on  one  shoulder 
and  the  earrings  ^re  a  nice  touch.  Seen  in 
"One  Hour  With  You." 

The  Unknown 



An  old  and  never-published 
snapshot  of  Gilbert  and  Gar- 
bo  in  the  flush  of  romance. 
Greta  liked  to  picnic  alone. 
Jack  liked  to  go  to  parties. 
So  they  picnicked  alone 

JACK  GILBERT  used  to  stride 
into  his  outer  dressing-room  in  the 
morning  and  say  to  his  secretary, 
"If  Miss  Garbo  calls  tell  her  I'm 

Forty-five  minutes  later,  in  make- 
up, ready  for  the  set,  he  would  come 
through  the  outer  room  and  ask,  "Has 
Miss  Garbo  called?" 

The  secretary  would  say  she  had 
not."  When  she  does  tell  her  I'm  out!  " 
.  At  lunch  time  he  would  ask  the  same 
question.  And  the  secretary  would 
answer  in  the  same  way,  "No,  Miss 
Garbo  has  not  called." 

"Get  her  on  the  'phone,"  Gilbert 
would  say. 

This  happened  time  and  time  again 
five  and  a  half  years  ago  when  the 

Gilbert-Garbo  romance  was  at  its  height.  It  was  typical  of  that 
affair,  which  you  may  have  called  madness  but  which  Jack 
called  love. 

Jack  worshipped  Garbo — there's  no  doubt  about  that.  And 
she?  Well,  she  gave  him  a  cool,  dispassioned  regard.  Thou- 
sands of  words  have  been  written  about  that  whirlwind  court- 
ship, but  because  I  knew  the  leading  characters  I  feel  I 
understand  the  situation  somewhat.  It  is  necessary  to  know 
the  lovers.     Let's  begin  with  Gilbert. 

There  are  a  lot  of  people  who  don't  like  Jack.  I  am  one  who 
does.  He  was,  at  that  time,  one  of  the  most  tempestuous 
young  men  who  ever  smeared  face  with  grease  paint.  I've 
talked  to  him  by  the  hour — or  rather  I've  listened  to  him  talk. 
I've  watched  him  pace  up  and  down  his  dressing-room  begging 
the  cinema  gods  to  give  him  a  chance  to  do  upon  the  screen 
what  he  knew  himself  capable  of  doing.  And,  hearing  him  and 
watching  him,  I,  who  am  far  from  being  placid,  have  felt  like 
a  lummox  of  a  char  woman.  So  vigorous  was  Gilbert's  per- 
sonality, so  terrific  were  his  moods,  so  intense  his  passion  for 
life  and  art,  that  everyone  who 
came  within  eye  or  earshot  of  him 

"Ah,  such  tender  love 
scenes,"  sighed  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Audience.  "Ah,  such  a  smell 
of  onions,"  sighed  Lew  Cody 
as  he  kissed  Aileen  Pringle 

paled  before  the  force  of  him. 

When  Garbo  would 
not  love  Jack  Gil- 
bert  .  .  .  When 
Aileen  Pringle  enter- 
tained Aimee  Mc- 
Pherson  .  .  .  The  real 
Lon  Chaney 

I  remember  once  his  describing 
Clifton  Webb  and  Libby  Holman  do- 
ing "Moanin'  Low"  in  the  "First 
Little  Show."  With  such  dynamic 
charm  did  he  play  both  parts,  so 
effectively  did  he  get  into  the  spirit 
of  the  thing  that  when,  a  few  months 
later,  I  saw  the  number  upon  the 
New  York  stage  I  was  disappointed. 
Jack  Gilbert — who  can  neither  sing 
nor  dance — had  done  "Moanin'  Low" 
better  than  Webb  and  Holman  who 
sing  and  dance  exceptionally  well. 

Some   thunderous   god-like   mad- 
ness was  imprisoned  within  Gilbert 
and  he  was  never  able  to  release  all 
of  himself  successfully  on  the  screen 
— except,    perhaps,    in    "The    Big 
Parade."     Yet,  temperamental  and 
emotional  as  he  was,  he  had  an  abundance  of  boyish  sweetness, 
a  great  love  for  his  friends  and  a  deep   capacity  for  being 

That  is  why  I  felt  miserable  when  I,  unwittingly,  hurt  him. 
While  I  was  still  in  the  publicity  department  of  M-G-M,  Jim 
Tully  wrote  an  article  that  appeared  in  a  national  magazine. 
I  felt  it  unfair  to  Gilbert  and,  for  the  most  part,  untrue.  I  said 
as  much  to  Jack  and  added  that  it  would  give  me  a  great  deal 
of  satisfaction  to  see  him  punch  Jim  squarely  on  the  nose. 

Jack  did  not  answer.  I  left  the  set  feeling  I'd  spoken  out 
of  turn.  But  when  I  got  home  that  night  I  realized  it  was  fear 
of  showing  too  much  of  himself  that  had  made  him  turn  away, 
for  a  boy  had  delivered  to  my  house  an  enormous  box  of  roses 
with  a  sweet  note  from  Jack  thanking  me  for  fighting  his  cause. 
We  were  good  professional  friends.  He  didn't  care  much  for 
interviewers,  yet  when  I  left  M-G-M  and  went  on  Photoplay's 
Hollywood  staff,  he  always  saw  me  whenever  I  wanted  a  quote 
for  a  story. 

And  then  he  made  his  first  talking  picture  which  you  all 
remember,  the  picture  that  re- 
vealed that  his  voice  did  not  live 

D  J/~       ±  1  '  A   J  L  i  vealed  that  his  voice  did  not  live 

Jjy     Jxatlierine     J±  I  Deri  Up  to  his  personality.    I  wrote  the 


story  which  was  called  "Is  Jack  Gilbert  Through?''  It  was 
the  first  thing  that  had  been  printed  about  his  failure.  I 
thought  I  was  being  kind  to  him.  I  said  in  the  last  paragraph 
that  I  believed  he  had  the  spirit  to  come  back  and  that  a  little 
thing  like  a  microphone  wasn't  going  to  down  him. 

Jack  got  the  magazine  late  one  night.  He  read  the  article. 
Later  I  was  to  learn  that  he  walked  the  Beverly  Hills  half  the 
night  in  anguish  and  that  he  contemplated  sending  me  a  wire 
to  read,  "And  thou,  Brutus." 

I  wanted  to  see  him  and  tell  him  that  I  had  written  my  story 
in  good  faith  and  thought  I'd  done  him  a  kindness  in  treating 
a  fact  that  was  before  the  eyes  of  everyone,  as  gently  as 
I  could.  But  he  wouldn't  see  me.  Nor  has  he  since.  That 
he  was  hurt,  I  am  truly  sorry,  because  I  know  how  deeply  a 
person  of  his  temperament  can  be  hurt. 

Well,  there  you  have  Jack  Gilbert.  Is  it  any  wonder  that 
his  imagination  was  whetted  and  his  excitement  fanned  by  the 
slow  moving,  slow  thinking,  sloe-eyed  Greta  Garbo?  Is  it  any 
wonder  that  on  that  memorable  day  when  they  both  appeared 
for  the  first  day's  work  of  "Flesh  and  the  Devil"  and  director 
Clarence  Brown  introduced  them  (they  had  been  on  the  same 
lot  for  months  but  did  not  know  each  other)  that  the  impetuous 
Gilbert  was  instantly  entranced  by  the  lady  iceberg's  strange 

HE  adored  her.  He  wanted  the  world  to  know  it — and  Jack 
hasn't  had  many  secrets  from  the  world.  He  bought  a  yacht 
(at  great  expense)  simply  because  he  thought  she  loved  the  sea. 
He  named  the  boat  "The  Temptress"  for  her  and  her  second 
picture.  And  then  when  some  weeks  later  they  were  anchored 
off  the  coast  of  Catalina  and  Jack  invited  some  friends  from  a 
neighboring  yacht  aboard  only  to  have  Greta  refuse  to  see 
them,  he  sold  the  thing  (and  took  a  big  financial  loss). 

He  called  her  "flicka"  which  means  "girl"  in  Swedish.  It's 
a  lovely  word,  isn't  it?  And  when  Jack  said  it,  it  became  a 
sudden  sharp  caress.  He  lavished  upon  her  his  great  love  and 
affection,  took  her  everywhere  (and  then  took  her  away 
almost  at  once  when  the  party  bored  her,  as  it  usually  did). 
He  bought  beautiful  things  for  her  and  then  took  them  back 

and  exchanged  them  when  she  didn't  like  them  (as  she  usually 
didn't).  And  when,  as  was  natural,  they  would  quarrel  and 
part — he  wildly,  she  with  indifference — he  would  storm  into 
his  dressing-room  and,  thinking  to  chastise  her,  would  tell  his 
secretary  to  say  he  was  out  when  she  called. 

But  Garbo  never  called.  And  Jack,  tortured  by  her  non- 
chalance, would  get  her  on  the  'phone  and  try  to  make  it  up 
with  her. 

But  if  Garbo  cared  for  Jack,  not  a  sign  of  it  could  be  seen  by 
the  casual  observer.  Garbo,  you  see,  was  used  to  the  heavy, 
sullen  dominance  of  Mauritz  Stiller.  She  could  not  appreciate 
a  bright  will  o'  the  wisp  spirit  like  Jack  Gilbert's. 

At  last,  Jack  was  worn  down  by  her  indifference  to  him,  his 
friends  and  his  love  for  her  and  the  two  separated.  Jack  married 
Ina  Claire.  They  said  that  Garbo  was  heartbroken.  But 
steel  doesn't  break  easily. 

THERE  was  another  so-called  great  lover  on  the  M-G-M  lot 
in  those  days.  His  name  was  Lew  Cody.  Some  years  before 
Lew  had  been  handed  the  title  "butterfly  man''  and  it  stuck, 
to  his  horror  and  chagrin,  for  if  ever  there  was  a  nice,  kindly 
man,  a  man  liked  by  all  men,  it  was  Lew. 

But  his  manufactured  fame  had  gone  before  him  and  what 
he  suffered  thereby  nobody  knows.  Once  a  girl  from  some 
college  paper  wanted  to  interview  him.  Lew  asked  her  to 
come  to  his  dressing-room.  She  entered  and  looked  furtively 
about  her.  "Do  you  mean  to  say  that  I'm  to  be  alone  with 
you,  Mr.  Cody?"  she  asked,  casting  a  glance  at  the  door. 

Lew,  startled,  did  not  answer. 

She  rushed  to  the  door.  "Oh,  no,  I  can't  stay  here  alone 
with  you  and  your  reputation."  But  she  stayed  and,  I  trust, 
in  spite  of  her  nervousness,  soon  discovered  that  she  was  safer 
than  she  would  have  been  at  the  college  corner  drug  store. 
For  certainly,  Lew,  being  the  man  of  the  world  that  he  was, 
had  no  time  for  silly  cub  interviewers.  But  from  then  on  he 
was  afraid  of  ladies  with  pencils  and  notebooks  and  fought  shy 
of  them  whenever  he  could. 

It  was  with  his  roistering  men  friends  that  he  had  his  best 
times.   And  when  he  and  Norman  [  please  turn  to  page  106  ] 

Director:  "Keep  shooting  Hell — Heaven  won't  be  ready  till  10:30!" 



Maurice  Chevalier:      "Did  you  see  Jackie  Cooper  in  'Trie  Champ'  ? 
Robert  (Sooky)  Coogan  :      "Yep,  Wallie  Beery  was  great!" 



anon  s 




IT'S   a   strange   thing — another 
penalty  of  fame,  I  suppose — but 
we  are  prone  to  believe  what  we 
wish   to  believe  about  a  girl  like 
Marion  Davies.    I  had  catalogued  her 
as  definitely  as  a  grocer  does  his  vege- 
tables before  I  entered  this  business. 

I  knew,  as  everyone  in  Hollywood 
knows,  she  is  charitable  as  I  know  that 
spinach  is  green  and  good  for  growing 
children.  She  was  a  renowned  and 
gracious  hostess.  Tomatoes  come  in 
loose  and  solid-pack  cans.  She  had  an 
infectious  sense  of  humor.  Canned 
peas  contain  Vitamin  A.  She  was  the 
most  popular  woman  in  Hollywood. 

String  beans  are  a  best  seller.     She  had  the  biggest  house  in  the 
city.     Young's  had  the  biggest  grocery. 

In  fact,  Marion  Davies  belonged  to  an  inventory  of  fame 
exactly  as  Mr.  Young's  merchandise  belonged  to  his  store- 

I  even  resented  the  woman  a  little.  Why  shouldn't  she  be 
charitable  and  popular  and  humorous?  She  had  everything. 
If   /   had   the   same   advantages;   the   same   opportunities — 

I  don't  know  just  when  my 
cold,  impersonal  summary  of 
Marion  began  to  change  to  an 
analytical  interest.  But  one 
day  I  found  myself  wondering : 

Why  is  Marion  Davies 
charitable?  Why  is  she  popu- 
lar? Did  she  inherit  a  sense 
of  humor  from  nature  or  did 
she  develop  it  to  defeat 
nature?  Why  can't  I  locate 
just  one  person  who  really 
knows  her  who  will  say  one 
unkind  word  about  her, 
when  unkind  words  are  com- 
mon, even  between  friends, 
in  this  jealousy-bound  busi- 

Perhaps  it  was  the  little 
anecdotes  I  heard  about  her 
or  the  happenings  I,  myself, 
witnessed.  Possibly  it  was 
because  I  was  now  spending 
all  of  my  time  with  fame;  be- 
cause I  began  to  understand 
that  as  a  name  multiplies  in 
importance  so  must  human 
nature  multiply  in  ability  to 
live  up  to  the  responsibilities 
forced  upon  it. 

WHEN  a  house-wife  has 
a  hundred  dollars  a 
month  to  run  her  home,  she 
need  develop  littlegenerosity, 
shrewdness  or  intelligence  to 
dispense  it  wisely.  But  when 
a  woman  earns  a  big  income 
she  must  be  banker,  judge, 
salesman  and  politician.  To 
handle  the  hangers-on  to  such 
a  fortune  necessitates  a  diplo- 
macy as  great  as  American 
diplomats  should  develop. 

I  remember  the  time  that 
the  train  on  which  Marion 
was  returning  from  a  northern 
California    football    game 

Many  folks  have  philos- 
ophies  of  life,  but 
Marion  Davies  is  not  too 
lazy  to  work  hers  out 
from   day  to   day,   says 

Ruth  Biery 

Here  is  Marion  Davies*  mother  with  Marion  and  the 
eight-year-old  sister,  Rose.  When  Marion  was  earn- 
ing $18  a  week  she  determined  to  buy  her  mother  a  car 
and  finally  did — for  $150  she  saved.  In  this  great  story 
you'll  find  out  what  happened  to  that  auto 

caught  fire  in  the  middle  of  the  night. 
The  forward  car  was  ablaze.  She 
slipped  her  feet  into  old  mules,  grabbed 
a  light  kimono  and  a  fur  coat  and 
dashed  several  blocks  away — out  of 

The  sun  was  rising.     It  was  cold. 

The  mother  of  Dick  Berlin,  magazine 

publisher,     had     forgotten     a     coat. 

Marion  gave  her  hers.    She  stood  on  a 

corner  in  Ventura,  California,  in  her 

kimono  and  dilapidated  mules  signing 

autographs!     She  laughed  and  joked 

with   that   humble  oil   population   as 

compatriotly   as   she   meets   crowned 

heads  of  foreign  countries. 

But  that  wasn't  what  impressed  me.     It  was  the  old  mules. 

Why  did  Marion  Davies  wear  slippers  which  couldn't  have  cost 

more  than  S2.95  and  which  should  have  been  discarded  a  year 

before,  when  she  could  afford  a  thousand  pair  of  the  most 


I  discovered  she  always  wears  old  mules.  She  hates  new 
ones;  she  hates  expensive  ones.  She  likes  to  wriggle  her  toes 
in  something  which  gives  her  a  comfortable,  homey  conscious- 
ness. Why?  Because,  in 
them,  she  is  Marion  Davies. 
One  does  not  expect  to  be 
courted,  or  introduced  to 
others-of-fame  in  bedroom 
slippers.  One  feels  safe  from 
all  but  oneself  and  intimate 
with  self.  Those  mules  told 
me  much  about  Marion! 

A  short  time  before  this  is 
written,  Constance  Ben- 
nett wasmarried.EileenPercy, 
ex-star  and  now  newspaper 
writer,  was  matron  of  honor. 
I  don't  believe  Eileen  would 
object  to  my  saying  that 
money  is  not  as  plentiful  to 
writers  as  to  actresses.  She 
was  to  wear  black  velvet.  She 
got  out  her  dress.  It  was  not 
exactly  the  thing  for  a 
Constance  Bennett  and  Mar- 
quis de  la  Falaise  ceremony. 

Eileen  dashed  to  Marion's. 
The  two  have  been  friends 
for  years;  decorated  the 
Follies  together.  Marion  was 
to  be  at  the  wedding.  She 
had  a  new  black  velvet  dress 
which  she  had  brought  back 
from  Paris  for  it.  She  slipped 
it  on  Eileen.  All  okay  except 
for  the  tiny  half-sleeves. 
They  didn't  look  as  well  on 
Eileen  as  they  did  on  the 
woman  for  whom  they  were 
designed.  Marion  grabbed 
scissors,  snipped  out  the 
sleeves,  pinned  back  the  raw 
edges.  Eileen  dashed  ahead 
to  the  wedding. 

Marion  arrived  in  a  black 
dress  (all  the  women  were  in 
black  velvet  except  the  bride) 
more  than  two  years  old.  It 
looked  bad.  Eileen  gasped 
and  explained  the  situation. 


"The  days  are  so  short.  Yet  life  is  just  as  short.  You 
might  as  well  get  all  the  fun  you  can  from  life  just  as  you 
get  all  the  sunshine  from  the  day,  before  life  cuts  it  away 
from  you,"  says  Marion.  Here  is  the  Davies  girl  with  her 
three  favorite  dogs,  Gandhi,  Patrick  and  Buddie 

"I  have  some  new  black  pajamas,"  Constance  said.  So 
Marion  attended  the  ceremony  in  part  of  the  bride's  trousseau! 

Incidentally,  after  the  ceremony,  Marion  saw  men  shivering 
in  the  raw  evening  air  beneath  one  of  the  windows.  She 
dashed  out  and  discovered  newspaper  reporters.  "Come  in," 
she  invited  from  the  door  of  Director  Fitzmaurice's  home.  One 
of  the  boys  hesitated  and  said  something  about  not  being 

"Well,  you're  standing  out  here  in  the  cold,  aren't  you?" 
Marion  retorted.    "Come  in!" 

Five  years  ago,  I  wouldn't  have  believed  these  stories.  But, 
ancient  platitude  that  it  is,  seeing  is  believing.  I  was  de- 
termined to  ask  her  how  she  got  that  way. 

Although  I  was  her  guest  for  luncheon,  it  took  several  hours 
to  really  get  to  her.  It  was  the  second  day  of  shooting  on 
"Polly  of  the  Circus."  There  were  so  many  others  to  see  her! 
Paul  Block's  son  (Paul  Block,  the  newspaper  owner);  an  army 
officer;  secretaries  with  letters;  her  old  friend,  Harry  Crocker; 
Al  Santell,  her  director;  producers;  publicity  people. 

Incidentally,  I  didn't  know  it  then  but  I  learned  later  that 
leading-man,  Clark  Gable,  had  just  taken  a  page  from  Greta 
Garbo's  book  and  gone  home  to  await  a  raise  in  his  $850  a 
week  salary.    To  face  the  possible  loss  of  a  leading  man  on  the 

second  day — I  wonder  why  she  didn't  throw  up  her  hands  and 
screech  at  us. 

When  she  finally  waved  them  away  and  invited  me  into  her 
dressing-room  on  the  set,  she  dropped  with  an  involuntary  sigh 
into  a  chair  behind  that  closed  door,  and  said:  "Don't  you 
think  it  would  be  nice  if  I  talked  to  you  of  other  actors?  You 
know  I  used  to  imitate  Mary  Pickford.  Wore  long  curls;  tried 
to  be  exactly  like  her.  She's  the  only  one  I  have  imitated,  but 
I  know  them  all  so  well.  Don't  you  think  it  would  make  a 
different  story?" 

I  could  have  shaken  her;  really,  I  could.  Trying  to  throw 
her  interview  to  others;  trying  to  blockade  my  attempt  to 
make  her  talk  of  herself! 

I  held  my  ground.  I  asked  her  my  questions.  I  don't 
remember  the  order  in  which  I  put  them.  They  just  came 
out  in  one  big  jumble. 

She  sat  perfectly  still  when  I  had  finished.  I  looked  at  her — 
thought  she  was  going  to  cry.  She  didn't.  But  when  she 
finally  answered,  she  spoke  very  slowly. 

"I  have  a  little  theory  about  life.  I  call  it,  'Another  Day.' 
I  hate  nights.  They  are  dark  and  long  and  so  awfully  dreary. 
There  have  been  times  when  I  did  not  think  I  could  live 
through  certain  nights.  I  have  wanted  to  die.  Then,  when  it 
was  morning — when  the  sun  rose  or  the  light  seeped  through 
clouds  and  I  could  see  trees  and  grass  and  sometimes  flowers 
or  perhaps  only  other  buildings,  I've  jumped  out  of  bed  and 
said,  'Oh,  another  day!'  The  terrible  part  had  gone;  night  was 
over;  day  had  come  again!"  [  please  turn  to  page  105  ] 


Whom    Would     lou  L 

e  av  e 

I  HAVE,  with  the  help  of  seven  other 
courageous  persons,  picked  out  of  the 
twelve  players,  four  to  die  in  the  desert 
of  Public  Opinion.  Three  men  and  five  women 
voted  and  here  are  the  results: 


Greta  Garbo 
Clark  Gable 
Lupe  Velez 
Clara  Bow 
William  Haines 
Joan  Crawford 
Marlene  Dietrich 
Gary  Cooper 
Constance  Bennett 
Nancy  Carroll 
Robert  Montgomery 
Jean  Harlow 

Save        Leave  to  Die 

I  suspect  that  there  are  several  surprises  in 
the  above  listing.  Nancy  Carroll  lost  three 
votes  by  her  very  rapid  marriage  after  the 
divorce.  Joan  Crawford  was  trying  to  imitate 
Constance  Bennett  and  other  stars  and  not  be 
herself  in  the  past  two  pictures,  so  she  had  to 
lose  four  votes.  Constance  Bennett  is  too  hard 
and  not  attractive  enough  to  hold  with  both 
men  and  women.  Jean  Harlow  has  too  much 
sex  with  a  capital  S.  Lupe  Velez  is  not  well 
enough  known  and  when  one  sees  her  she  leaves 
no  great  impression.  You  will  notice  that 
Greta  Garbo  and  Robert  Montgomery  pass 
with  flying  colors.  Garbo  is  a  truly  great 
actress  and  Bob  Montgomery  leaves  with  a 
smile.  Garbo  is  the  sorrow  and  sympathy  of 
life,  while  Robert  Montgomery  is  the  joy  and 

I  wonder  what  would  have  happened  if 
Charles  Farrell  and  Janet  Gaynor  were  in- 
cluded in  the  list.  I  know  of  three  nersons  who 
do  not  like  either  one  of  them.  But  then  we 
cannot  judge  by  merely  three. 

James  Gartlan,  Toronto,  Ont.,  Canada 

THAT  dilemma  stunt  is  good  stuff,  but  why 
not  let  the  stars  cast  lots  for  who  should  go 
and  who  should  stay? 

I  would  rather  have  the  chance  to  save  one 
Ann  Harding  than  all  the  rest  of  the  crowd  put 
together.  She  is  a  real  woman  both  on  and  off 
the  screen — one  a  man  would  risk  his  life  to 

How  many  others  can  claim  as  consistently 
good  acting  as  Ann?  Not  one  of  them. 
Granted  that  they  are  all  good  box-office 
attractions — but  who  cares? 

Tom  Mitchell,  Michigan  City,  Ind. 

WELL,  Nora  Myers  sure  started  something 
when  she  listed  twelve  stars  and  asked 
us  to  save  eight  and  leave  four  to  perish. 
But  here's  my  choice  anyhow: 
I'd  leave:  Greta  Garbo — she's  too  thin  and 
I  don't  like  her  accent. 

Jean  Harlow — she  doesn't  wear  enough 

Constance  Bennett — she's  too  snippy. 

OOCH!  Photoplay  recently,  with 
innocent  intent,  published  a  letter 
from  a  Detroit  reader  who  had  just 
been  looking  over  Simon  and  Schuster's 
""Hook  of  Dilemmas,"  and  she  put  this 
dilemma  up  to  PHOTOPLAYS  audience. 
"Lost  in  the  desert  were  the  following 
twelve  stars: 

Greta  Garbo 
Clark  Gable 
Lupe  Velez 
Clara  Bow 
William  Haines 
Joan  Crawford 

Marlene  Dietrich 
Gary  Cooper 
Constance  Bennett 
Nancy  Carroll 
Robert  Montgomery 
Jean  Harlow 

"You  can  save  eight,  and  leave  four 
behind  to  perish  in  the  desert.  Which 
ones  would  you  save?" 

A  few  days  after  the  magazine  ap- 
peared on  the  newsstands,  the  mail 
carriers  started  to  come  into  PHOTO- 
PLAY'S offices  laden  with  heavy  sacks 
of  letters.  It  seemed  that  everybody 
wanted  to  get  in  on  the  game. 

One  thing  it  proved  was  that  every 
star  named  has  a  heavy  fan  following. 
But  the  game  is  ended,  so  don't  send 
in  any  more  letters. 

Nancy  Carroll — -she  hasn't  made  a  good  pic- 
ture in  ages. 

I'd  save  all  the  men — they're  swell,  and 
Lupe  Velez  and  Clara  Bow  are  full  of  pep. 
Joan  Crawford's  such  a  good  actress  I'd  save 
her  and  Marlene  Dietrich's  better  than  Garbo 
any  day. 

Lucile  Mae  Andrews,  Chicago,  111. 

MAY  a  picture  fan  of  years'  standing  voice 
his  opinion  about  the  various  stars  to  be 
either  saved  or  left  to  perish  in  the  desert? 
After  careful  consideration  this  is  my  decision: 

Certainly  Greta  Garbo  should  be  saved  be- 
cause she  appeals  to  the  imagination  of  the 
masses  and  brings  delight  to  many  hearts. 
Clark  Gable  also  should  be  saved.  This  is  not 
my  personal  opinion  because  I  do  not  consider 
Mr.  Gable  a  versatile  actor  but  I  feel  I  should 
include  him  since  so  many  young  women 
throughout  the  country  find  him  interesting. 
Robert  Montgomery  is  another  who  comes  in 
this  category  and  should  be  saved.  Also  Lupe 
Velez,  William  Haines,  Joan  Crawford,  Gary 
Cooper  and  Nancy  Carroll,  for  each  of  these 
has  contributed  something  really  worthwhile 
to  the  screen  and  has  proven  that  he  is  not  a 
fad  of  the  moment. 

Most  assuredly  Jean  Harlow,  who  gives 
shocking  portrayals  of  the  modern  girl,  should 
be  left  to  perish.  Clara  Bow  has  served  her 
time  as  a  silent  film  star  and  has  nothing  to 

give  the  audible  screen,  whereas  Constance 
Bennett  with  her  extravagant  clothes,  instils 
false  ideas  into  the  minds  of  young  women. 
Both  of  these  should  be  left  behind.  As  for 
Marlene  Dietrich,  we  have  Miss  Garbo  and 
there  is  no  room  for  imitators. 

Willlvm  R.  Landerson,  St.  Paul,  Minn. 

T  CONCLUDE,  after  reading  Nora  Myers' 
-*-  letter  in  the  December  Photoplay,  I  would 
rescue — 

Greta  Garbo: 
Clark  Gable: 
Clara  Bow: 

Joan  Crawford: 

Gary  Cooper. 
Robert  Montgomery 
Room  for  two  more- 

And  these  six  perished 
Lupe  Velez: 

She  inspires. 
She  has  been  lost  too 

I  don't  like  her  pic- 
tures.    She  does  try 
hard,  though. 
Every  youngster's 
"Big  Brother." 
What    would    Norma 
do  without  him? 
-well     I     might    meet 
Richard     Arlen     and 
Helen     Chandler    on 
the  way  back,  and  I 
couldn't   leave   them. 

William  Haines: 
Marlene  Dietrich: 

Constance  Bennett 

Nancy  Carroll: 

Jean  Harlow 

Too  many  others  that 
are  like  her. 

Why  save  her?  She 
makes  so  few  pictures. 
I'm  afraid  she  might 
be  too  "bored"  on 
the  return  trip. 
I  v>  is  her  most  ardent 
fan.  I  read  a  story  in 
another  magazine  of 
how  much  her  mar- 
riage, husband  and 
daughter  really  meant 
to  her.  Before  the 
last  installment  of  the 
story  appeared  she 
took  another  man. 
"Night  Angel"  and 
"Personal  Maid"  were 
flops,  why? — well, 
why  not? 

:  They  say  either  you 

like  her  or  you  don't. 
I  don't. 

Oxe  of  the  "Audience" 

WE  surely  had  fun  trying  to  figure  out 
which  stars  we'd  save  and  which  ones 
we'd  leave  behind  in  the  desert.  And  it  also 
caused  a  family  argument.  There  are  five  in 
our  family  and  each  one  of  us  had  a  different 
bunch  to  save  and  different  reasons.  But  one 
thing  on  which  we  all  agreed  was  that  we  could 
leave  Jean  Harlow  behind.  She  could  get  along 
very  well  in  the  desert  because  she  wears  so 
little  clothes,  anyhow.  Seriously,  my  younger 
brother  and  sister  both  wanted  to  sa%'e  her, 
but  mother  and  father  and  I  didn't. 


A  T^ffm  JF*^  -^^ 

IJehind   In    1  he    U 

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We  never  did  come  to  any  real  conclusion 
but  we  surely  had  a  lot  of  fun  talking  about  it. 
Anna  Sieber,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 

IN  trying  to  solve  the  dilemma  puzzle  that 
was  published  in  your  December  issue  I  came 
to  this  conclusion.  It's  just  my  personal 
opinion,  but  maybe  some  people  will  agree 
with  me. 

I'd  leave  behind  Joan  Crawford,  Constance 
Bennett,  Marlene  Dietrich  and  Clark  Gable 
because  in  these  days  of  depression  we  don't 
want  people  who  take  themselves  too  seriously, 
and  all  these  stars  seem  to  do  that.  What  we 
want  is  people  who  will  amuse  us  and  not  try 
this  heavy  acting  stuff. 

Of  course,  Garbo  does  heavy  acting  but  she 
is  in  a  class  by  herself  and  if  left  behind 
I  guess  15,000  fans  would  come  looking  for  me 
with  shotguns.  Anyhow,  I  like  her  myself  be- 
cause she  is  a  truly  great  actress.  Lupe  Velez, 
William  Haines,  Clara  Bow  and  Robert  Mont- 
gomery are  all  good  comedians.  Jean  Harlow 
is  so  full  of  pep  she  makes  you  feel  better  just 
to  look  at  her  and  Nancy  Carroll  is  my  idea  of 
a  pretty  girl,  so  I  couldn't  leave  her  all  alone 
in  that  big  desert.  Gary  Cooper  I'd  save  if  he'd 
promise  to  make  a  lot  more  of  those  fine 

James  Delaxey,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

IN  the  December  issue  of  Photoplay,  Nora 
Myers  of  Detroit  sent  in  a  list  of  twelve  stars, 
and  said  to  pick  out  eight.  Which  would  you 
save?    I  shall  list  them  with  my  opinion: 

1.  Greta  Garbo — too  perfect.  She  would  make 
a  good  show-window  model. 

2.  Clark  Gable — dislike  dimples  on  a  man. 
He  sure  has  them. 

3.  Lupe  Velez — is  fair.  Give  her  a  modern 
American  part  and  she  will  be  one  hundred 
per  cent. 

4.  Clara  Bow — leave  her  in  the  desert. 

5.  William  Haines — is  okay  with  me. 

6.  Joan  Crawford — one  hundred  per  cent 

7.  Marlene  Dietrich — leave  her  in  the  desert 
or  Germany. 

8.  Gary  Cooper — the  desert  for  him. 

9.  Constance  Bennett — I  hear  the  Sahara 
calling  her. 

10.  Nancy  Carroll— face  too  round  and  pic- 
tures too  dull. 

11.  Robert  Montgomery — applesauce. 

12.  Jean  Harlow — just  plain  platinum. 

My  personal  choice  over  all  stars  would  be 
the  team  of  Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Jack  Holt. 
Wouldn't  they  make  a  real  picture?  Why 
don't  they  star  this  she-woman  and  this  he- 
man  in  the  same  picture? 

Walter  Siems,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 

T'M  only  a  "star  gazer"  and  you're  a  "star 
■•-raiser,"  but  last  month  I  was  disappointed  in 
you.  When  one  of  your  readers  wanted  to 
know  if  twelve  of  Hollywood's  most  brilliant 
stars  were  lost  in  the  desert,  and  it  were  pos- 
sible to  save  only  eight,  which  ones  we  would 

rescue,  you  told  us  you  have  troubles  of  your 
own,  and  for  us  to  settle  this  over  the  bridge 

For  an  old  student  of  astronomy,  who 
knows  his  stars,  this  was  a  decidedly  poor 
answer.  Do  you,  who  help  hang  out  the  stars, 
realize  what  our  reaction  would  be  if  we  knew 
that  these  stars  would  never  again  shine? 

My  solution  would  be  to  leave  Clark  Gable 
and  Joan  Crawford — not  that  they're  less 
vital  than  the  others — but  you  know  that 
"  what-a-man  "  would  find  a  way  out  for  "  such- 
a-woman."  Then  too,  it  would  be  romantic  to 
leave  Gary  Cooper  on  the  sands  with  Lupe 
Velez.  They  might  see  each  other  as  they  did 
before  Hollywood  came  between  them. 

Guy  Wadsworth,  Dayton,  Ohio 

"L_TERE'S  the  way  I'd  solve  the  desert  di- 
■*-  -Memma.  These  are  the  ones  I'd  save  and 
the  reason  for  doing  so: 

Greta  Garbo — because  of  her  performance 
in  "Anna  Christie." 

Clark  Gable — because  of  his  performance  in 
"A  Free  Soul." 

Lupe  Velez — because  of  her  sweet  singing 
voice  in  "The  Cuban  Love  Song." 

William  Haines — because  of  his  performance 
in  "Brown  of  Harvard."  (It's  an  old  picture 
I  know,  but  the  best  thing  Bill  ever  did.) 

Joan  Crawford — because  of  her  work  in 
"Paid"  and  not  because  of  "Possessed." 

Marlene  Dietrich — because  of  her  perform- 
ance in  "The  Blue  Angel." 

Gary  Cooper — because  of  his  beautiful  walk 
in  "The  Virginian." 

Nancy  Carroll — because  of  her  performance 
in  "The  Devil's  Holiday." 

These  are  the  ones  I'd  leave  behind  and  the 
reasons : 

Clara  Bow — because  of  her  voice  in  "Kick- 

Constance  Bennett — because  of  her  per- 
formance in  everything! 

Robert  Montgomery — because  of  his  vapid 

Jean  Harlow — because  of  her  clothes  (or 
lack  of  them)  in  "Hell's  Angels." 

Betty  Mount,  Denver,  Colorado 

A  BOUT  choosing  which  stars  I  would  save 
■*Mrom  the  desert  and  which  I  would  leave 
to  perish — !  My  idea  of  an  act  for  the  sake  of 
the  movie  humanity  would  be  to  leave  Mar- 
lene Dietrich  first,  Constance  Bennett  second, 
Lupe  Velez  third  and  Jean  Harlow  fourth. 
After  all,  one's  opinion  is  one's  opinion. 
And,  by  the  way,  save  Clark  Gable  by  all 
means.  His  is  a  rare  personality.  He's  just  the 
type  for  the  incomparable  Garbo.  Let's  see 
more  of  the  two  together. 

Bertha  Robinson,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

GEE,  Nora  Myers  sure  gave  me  a  tough  job, 
but  I'd  rather  do  this  choosing  than  play 
three-handed  bridge. 

The  four  to  be  left  probably  would  buy  the 
island   and   make   their  own   pictures.      The 

camera — ever  see  a  bunch  of  stars  without  a 
camera?  Anyhow,  they  couldn't  get  so  many 
brickbats  unless  the  monkey  in  the  tree,  the 
cannibals,  the  elephant  and  the  giraffe  could 
write.    So  why  worry? 

My  eight  to  be  released  from  the  desert 
island  are: 

Greta  Garbo — who'd  leave  the  great  Garbo? 

Clark  Gable — ah  no,  sigh  the  ladies. 

Joan  Crawford — what  would  we  do  without 
our  dramatic  Joan? 

Marlene  Dietrich — what,  no  legs? 

Gary  Cooper — I  like  these  Western  horse 

Constance  Bennett — who'd  collect  her  thirty 
grand  for  her? 

Robert  Montgomery — who'd  take  John  Gil- 
bert's place  then? 

Clara  Bow — aw,  give  the  little  girl  a  break ! 

Then  I'd  let  "suffer  and  die": 

Lupe  Velez — aw,  just  because. 

William  Haines — I  could  do  without  his 

Nancy  Carroll — not  so  hot  of  late! 

Jean  Harlow — she's  pretty  but  as  an  actress 
— well,  let's  go  see  "Schnozzle"  Durante. 

Well,  there  you  are,  and  who  cares? 

Richard  O'Connell,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 

BELIEVE  me,  there  just  wouldn't  be  any 
dilemma  for  me  if  I  had  to  rescue  eight  of 
those  beauteous  babes  from  the  sands.  I'd 
leave  the  boys  to  build  castles  in  the  sands  by 
themselves  and  go  off  with  a  harem  that 
would  make  any  desert  chief  sick  with  envy. 

Imagine  sand,  stars,  and  sun  with   Greta 

Garbo,  Marlene  Dietrich,  Constance  Bennett, 

Nancy  Carroll,  Clara  Bow,  Jean  Harlow  and 

Joan  Crawford.     You  imagine  it — I'm  weak! 

James  McCann,  Montreal,  Canada 

THE  other  night  I  was  reading  your  De- 
cember issue  and  got  mighty  interested  in 
this  dilemma  thing.  I  don't  get  to  the  movies 
very  often  because  I'm  a  forest  ranger — but 
when  I  do  I  want  to  be  entertained. 

Now,  I  couldn't  save  any  of  them  from  the 
desert,  but  if  I  had  to  save  them  from  a  forest 
fire — here's  what  I'd  do. 

Lupe  Velez  would  go  out  first— she's  a  wild- 
cat that  I  wouldn't  mind  taming. 

Clara  Bow,  Nancy  Carroll  and  Jean  Har- 
low are  neat  little  tricks.    Sure  I'd  save  them. 

Gary  Cooper  is  the  type  of  fellow  you  find 
in  the  timber  country — save  him. 

Clark  Gable  gets  all  mixed  up  in  these  sex 
stories  but  that  isn't  his  fault — he  looks  like  a 
he-guy  to  me. 

Joan  Crawford  and  Greta  Garbo  are  both 
eyefuls  even  when  they  go  dramatic  on  a  fellow. 

I'd  give  them  a  break. 

Constance  Bennett  is  one  of  those  society 
high-hats  that  may  interest  a  man  for  a  while 
but  he'd  soon  get  sick  of  her. 

As  for  the  other  three,  they're  all  right  but 
I  wouldn't  ride  a  mile  to  see  them. 

Jake  Jones,  Portland,  Oregon 

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Lome    With    Us   And   r  eek   Into 

"A  perfect  idea  if 
you  haven't  much 
money.  Have 
several  different 
vestees,  all  de- 
tachable, for  the 
same  dress.  The 
snapper  method 
makes  this  as  easy 
as  starting  a  Hol- 
lywood rumor" 

"Here's  the  front 
view  of  that  white 
dress.  See  how 
the  piping  and 
embroidery  con- 
tinues? That  open 
V  is  an  absolutely 
new  idea" 

"I've  not  gone  platinum  blonde,"  says  Lilyan  Tashman. 
"That's  a  white  feathered  turban  I'm  wearing.  The 
dress,  a  formal  one  for  dinner,  is  a  white  satin  tunic 
over  a  black  skirt.  And  I  simply  adore  the  back  detail. 
The  opening  is  outlined  with  black  satin  piping  and  gold 
embroidery.    Don't  you  love  it?" 


"When  you  take  off 
this  beret  don't 
take  off  the  veil. 
It's  worn  under- 

"The  other  side  of 
this  beret  must  be 
worn  this  high  on 
your  head.  Yes,  I 
mean  it" 



n  s 

lJrand   lMew    W ardrob 


"If  you  don't  like  this  outfit  you'll  break  my  heart. 

Dark  green  tweed  dress,  light  green  coat  and  the 

bag   of   the    same    material.     Beige    angora   hat. 

Tricky?    I  think  so !" 

"A  gray  felt  and 
silver  beret  that  can 
be  'whooshed'  over 
to  suit  any  head. 
Just  grand !" 

"You  can  pay  25c  or 
$50  for  berets  like 
this.  An  instant 
solution  of  your  hat 

"This  is  one  of  my  favorite  favorites.  It's  a  knitted 
material.  Red,  white  and  blue,  a  combination  I  adore, 
with  stripes  running  as  madly  as  a  producer  with  a 
story  idea.  Collar  and  belt  are  leather  in  red  and  blue. 
The  shoes  are  dark  suede;  the  gloves,  white  suede. 
Isn't  it  a  peach?" 


Screen  stars  know  that 
the  hair  line  can  make 
or  mar  facial  beatit\. 
Learn   their  secrets 








Is  yours  a  long,  thin 
face?  Or  is  it  a  round, 
wide  one?  Look  in 
your  mirror.  Study 
these  pictures.  Then 
see  what  a  comh  and 
brush  can  do  for  you 

Would  you  believe  a  hairdress  could  do  so 

much?    Here's  Tallulah  Bankhead  looking 

like  two  entirely  different  people  in  the 

pictures  above  and  to  the  right 


'ARDLY  a  day  passes  that  my  mail 
does  not  bring  in  a  dozen  or  so  let- 
ters asking  me  what  can  be  done  to 
"change  facial  contours.  Sometimes 
there  will  be  letters  from  girls  with  long,  thin 
faces  and  high  foreheads.  Often  it  is  the 
problem  of  what  to  do  for  the  girl  with  a 
round  and  too  wide  face. 

Most  of  these  girls  realize  that  their  per- 
sonalities could  be  enhanced  if  they  knew  the 
right  thing  to  do  about  their  make-up  and 
hairdressing.     And  that's  true.     Since  nothing  short  of  facial 
surgery  can  be  done  to  change  the  bony  construction  of  the 
face,  it  is  necessary  to  do  tricks  with  hair  and  make-up  which 
will  counteract  the  disturbing  length  or  width. 

Perhaps  there  is  no  place  where  these  little  tricks  of  grooming 
are  done  more  skilfully  than  on  the  screen  and  stage.  By  a  few 
deft  touches,  a  perfect  siren  type  can  transform  herself  into  a 
demure  school  girl  to  fit  a  role.  And  vice  versa.  Costuming,  of 
course,  plays  a  big  part,  but  you  will  find  that  the  real  trick  is 
turned  by  hairdress  and  make-up. 

Just  to  show  you  how  easily  face  values  can  change,  I  have 
selected  photographs  of  several  stars.  Two  of  each — I  want  you 
to  study  them  to  see  just  what  the  changes  of  hairline  can  do  for 
the  entire  contour  of  the  face.  Not  to  mention  what  an  eye- 
brow line  or  lipstick  can  accomplish! 

Take  Greta  Garbo,  for  instance.  Greta  has  the  high  brow 
and  long  face  of  the  Nordic.  There  is  width  to  the  high  cheek 
bones  but  not  enough  to  counteract  the  general  length  of  the 
whole  face. 

In  "  Susan  Lenox,"  Greta  chose  a  new  hairdress  which  suited 
her  portrayal  later  on  in  the  picture — that  of  the  gay,  sophis- 
ticated woman.  Soft  bangs  cut  down  the  height  of  her  fore- 
head, a  longer  bob  fluffily  curled  about  the  face  gave  an  oval 


Greta  Garbo  as  in  "Anna  Christie."     Lovely,  but  so  plain 
— every  feature  is  brought  out  by  the   severe   haircut 


a  ng 


I  our    r 


By    Carolyn 
Van    Wyck 

Friendly    Advice 


Don't  forget  to  enclose  a  stamped,  self- 
addressed  envelope  when  writing  me  for 
booklets  or  personal  advice. 

I  will  answer  questions  on  personal 
problems  about  hair,  correct  colors  for 
your  type  and  shades  in  make-up.  Ask 
also  for  my  booklet  of  normalizing  exer- 
cises and  non-fattening  menus.  My 
complexion  leaflet  gives  general  advice 
on  the  care  of  the  skin  with  specific 
treatment  for  blackheads  and  acne. 

Address  Carolyn  Van  Wyck  at  PHOTO- 
PLAY, 221  West  57th  Street,  New  York 

long  bob.  Don't  part  your  hair  in  the 
middle,  rather  give  it  a  deep  side  part. 
Let  soft,  deep  waves  and  curled  ends 
shorten  the  face  and  give  it  width. 

In  making  up,  apply  your  rouge  up- 
ward and  outward  toward  the  ear  tops. 
Bring  it  under  the  eyes  and  slightly  over 
the  lids.  This  will  give  you  width 
through  the  eyes  and  temples,  thus 
shortening  the  whole  face. 

Look  at  the  two  pictures  of  Tallulah 
Bankhead.  Did  you  ever  see  two  such 
distinctly  different  personalities  achieved 

■■*  ■***%**.% 

Garbo,  the  glamorous,  as  she  was  in  "Susan  Lenox."  Soft 
bangs,  fluffy  hair,  and  an  almost  piquant  personality! 

Who  would  think  that  Loretta  Young, 
above  and  to  the  left,  has  a  facial  problem? 
Yet  she  has  to  guard  against  an  elongated 
jaw  line  registering  in  pictures,  as  above 

by  one  person?  In  one  she  looks  like  a 
bored,  disillusioned  woman.  The  heavily 
rouged  mouth;  the  unevenly  cut,  long  wisps 
of  hair  and  the  heavy  eye  make-up. 

In  the  other  picture  she  looks  like  a  young 
debutante.  The  neatly  dressed  hair  tucked 
back  of  the  ears  and  the  lack  of  heavy  make- 
up has  refined  her  features.  And  note  how 
much  rounder  and  shorter  the  face  looks. 

Tallulah's  mouth  seems  full  and  drooping 
with  the  lower  lip  so  heavily  stressed — yet  it 
is  rather  large,  generous  and  sweet  with  the  make-up  more 
evenly  applied. 

If  your  mouth  is  thin-lipped  you  can  make  it  look  fuller  by 
carrying  the  lip  rouge  to  the  upper  and  lower  edges  but  not  to 
the  corners  of  the  mouth.  But  if  it  is  full-lipped,  center  the 
color  and  let  it  fade  out  toward  the  edges. 

Sylvia  Sidney's  face  would  seem  quite  broad  if  she  were  not 
so  careful  about  arranging  her  hair  and  make-up.  She  parts  her 
hair  in  the  middle,  drawing  it  back  in  smooth  waves.  When  she 
uses  rouge,  she  works  it  toward  the  center  and  shades  it  in  to- 
ward the  nose,  to  make  her  face  seem  narrower.  A  touch  of 
rouge  on  the  end  of  the  chin  will  tend  to  lengthen  a  round  face. 
At  a  recent  meeting  of  the  Philadelphia  Club  of  Advertising 
Women,  the  president  remarked  that,  "  Cosmetics  are  as  much 
a  necessity  as  tooth  paste."  And  one  of  her  colleagues  at  the 
same  time  said,  "Rouge,  powder  and  lipstick  are  psychological 

So  you  can  see  how  important  good  grooming  is  to  both  your 
mental  and  physical  poise.  If  you  can  present  a  charming  face 
to  the  world,  you  will  be  fortified  within  to  meet  any  situation, 
no  matter  how  trying  it  may  be. 

Loretta  Young  has  to  be  careful  not  to  look  a  little  long- 
jawed.     She  achieves  a  piquant    [  please  turn  to  page  126  ] 


The  leading  characters 
in  a  Hollywood  real  life 
mystery  story.  Mar- 
lene  Dietrich,  whose 
chief  interest  in  life  is 
her  child  M  aria,  Rudolf 
Sieber,  Marlene's  hus- 
band, and  Josef  Von 
Sternberg,  the  figure 
in  beret,  who  has 
moulded  Marlene's 
character  as  a  sculptor 
moulds  clay 

Will    Marlene    Break 
1  he   Spell? 

By    Kay    Evans 

The  story  of  one  of  the 
most  curious  off-screen 
dramas  ever  enacted  in 
Hollywood.  How  a  ten- 
day  quarrel  may  change 
the  entire  life  of  one  woman 

IT  was  a  small,  intimate  Hollywood  party.  Everybody  was 
having  a  good  time,  like  kids  on  a  holiday.  It  was  all  in- 
nocuously innocent  and  if  you've  never  seen  a  Hollywood 
party,  you  don't  know  just  how  much  nonsensical,  silly, 
funny  clowning  goes  on. 

The  person  who  was  having  the  most  fun  was  Marlene 
Dietrich.  That  strange,  exotic  face  you've  seen  on  the  screen 
was  wreathed  in  childish  smiles.  She  could  think  up  more  silly 
stunts  to  do  than  any  of  the  others.  And  she  greeted  every  new 
game  proposed  with  wild  enthusiasm. 

Suddenly  she  looked  up  at  the  door.  The  smile  froze  on  her 
face.  She  sat  down  instantly  and  a  curtain  was  pulled  across 
her  eyes.  The  mask  she  wore  so  immediately  was  the  mask  she 
wears  in  her  films. 

The  others  saw  the  sudden  difference  in  her.  They  turned  to 
the  door  seeking  the  reason  for  her  brisk  change. 

Josef  Von  Sternberg  had  entered  the  room! 

And  that  is  an  incident  that  illustrates  one  of  the  strangest 
real  life  stories  ever  enacted  in  Hollywood — a  drama  fraught 
with  the  weird  sensationalism  of  a  mystery  play. 

The  relationship  that  existed  between  Greta  Garbo  and 
Mauritz  Stiller  has  been  compared  to  that  of  Trilby  and 
Svengali.  The  analogy  is  not  quite  accurate.  Garbo  loved 

The  real  Trilby-Svengcdi  story,  almost  word  for  word  as  Du 
Maurier  wrote  it  so  many  years  ago,  is  being  played  by  Marlene 
Dietrich  and  Josef  Von  Sternberg. 

And  now  there's  a  new  chapter  to  add.  This  chapter  con- 
cerns the  struggle  of  Marlene  to  get  out  from  under  the  Von 
Sternberg  influence.  And  the  struggle  of  Dietrich's  friends  to 
help  her  shake  off  the  hypnotic  spell. 

Marlene  is  like  Trilby  in  that  she  does  not  love  Von  Stern- 
berg. Yet  when  her  friends  say,  "  If  he  keeps  on  directing  you, 
making  you  play  the  same  role  over  and  over  again,  giving  you 


the  same  mannerisms,  your  career  will  soon  be  all  washed  up," 
Marlene  answers,  "  No,  he  is  the  greatest  genius  of  the  screen." 

Professionally  he  has  sold  her  the  bill.    Personally  not  at  all. 

But  not  long  ago  a  strange  thing  happened.  Marlene  walked 
into  the  Paramount  lunch-room  alone.  She  and  her  grim 
shadow,  Josef,  had  lunched  together  every  day  that  she  was  at 
the  studio  since  her  arrival  in  Hollywood.  Her  sudden  alone- 
ness,  therefore,  made  Hollywood  shake  a  puzzled  head.  They 
had  quarreled — Trilby  was  chafing  at  the  Svengali  dominance. 

For  ten  days  they  were  not  seen  together.  Those  ten  days 
may  preface  the  complete  change  in  a  woman's  character. 

THERE  was  a  young  German  actor  who  comforted  Marlene 
during  this  time.  There  was  also  Maurice  Chevalier,  whose 
constant  society  Marlene  sought.  They  lunched  together  and 
they  danced  together  at  the  Ambassador  Cocoanut  Grove. 
What  is  more,  they  laughed  together — a  thing  she  never  did 
with  Von  Sternberg. 

At  first  it  seemed  a  friendship  merely,  and  those  who  had 
Marlene's  best  interests  at  heart  were  delighted  that  she  was 
being  a  human  being  and  not  the  automaton  that  Von  Stern- 
berg had  made  her. 

She  and  Chevalier  had  their  pictures  taken  together  by  a 
Paramount  photographer.  Suddenly  all  these  pictures  were 
recalled  and  destroyed.  However,  Photoplay  printed  one  of 

But  for  ten  whole  days  Marlene  was  free — free  from  her 

In  order  to  understand  the  strangest  of  all  strange  Hollywood 
relationships,  it  is  necessary  to  understand  the  two  protagonists 
in  the  drama — Marlene  and  Von  Sternberg. 

Von  Sternberg  is  the  more  important  since  Marlene,  the 
Marlene  you  have  known,  is- a  figment  of  his  imagination. 

Clive  Brook  recalls  that  years  ago  [please  turn  to  page  103] 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 






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/hat  is  the  truth?  Are 
Frenchwomen  more  attractive 
than  American  women  ? 

"Most  certainly  not, "  says  Mrs. 
Cabot.  "But .  . .  Frenchwomen 
are  clever!  They  are  expert  in  the 
art  of  make-up  and  are  always 
fresh  and  charming  because  they 
think  nothing  of  renewing  their 
make-up  half  a  dozen  times  a  day. 

"Each  time  they  cleanse  their 
skin  completely. .  .They  rarely  al- 
low water  to  touch  their  skin,  but 
prefer  cold  cream  for  cleansing. 

"This  lavish  use  of  cold  cream 
is  a  new  reason  for  appreciating 
an  old  friend — Pond's. 

'Not  only  is  Pond's  Cold  Cream 
the  purest  and  best  for  cleansing 
—  but  it  is  so  economical  it  rec- 
onciles French  chic  with  a  New 
England  conscience. 

"Another  little  nicety  of  the 
French  toilette,"  Mrs.  Cabot  tells 
us,  "is  the  use  of  vanishing  cream 
as  a  foundation  for  make-up.  How 
subtly  rouge  and  powder  may 
then  be  blended! 

"I  have  a  dry  skin,  so  I  find 
Pond's  Vanishing  Cream  ideal!" 

Follow  these  four  steps  for  the  exquisite 
care  of  your  skin : 

1.  Amply  apply  Pond's  Cold  Cream  for  thor- 
ough cleansing,  several  times  daily,  always 
after  exposure.  Let  the  fine  oils  sink  into  the 
pores  and  float  all  dirt  to  the  surface.  At  bed- 
time, repeat  this  cleansing  to  remove  the  day's 
accumulation  of  grime. 

2.  Remove  with  Pond's  Cleansing  Tissues, 

omen  < 

""James  J 

"The  longer  I  use  Pond's  four  preparations, 
the  better  I  like  them,"  Mrs.  Cabot  says. 

softer,   more  absorbent  .  .  .  white  or  peach. 

3.  Pat  briskly  with  Pond's  Skin  Freshener  to 
brace  and  tone,  close  and  refine  the  pores,  firm 
contours,  promote  fresh  natural  color. 

4.  Smooth  on  Pond's  Vanishing  Cream  always 
before  you  powder.  This  disguises  little  blem- 
ishes and  forms  a  lovely  velvety  finish.  Use  not 
only  on  your  face  but  wherever  you  powder — 
neck,  shoulders,  arms  .  .  .  And  it  is  marvel- 
ous to  keep  your  hands  soft  and  white. 

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78  Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


"Of  course  I  am  39* 

"Years  matter  so  little  nowadays  if  a 
woman  knows  how  to  take  care 
of  her  complexion. 

"Every  actress  knows  that  regular  care 
with  LUX  Toilet  Soap  will  do  wonders 
for  her  skin. 

I  am  among  the  scores  of  the  profession 
who  use  it  regularly." 


Screen  stars  never  look  their  age!  Why  not?  . . .  Because,  like  Frances  Starr, 
they  keep  their  skin  youthfully  lovely  with  Lux  Toilet  Soap. 

9  out  of  10  Screen  Stars  use  it .  .  . 

Of  the  613  important  actresses  of  Hollywood,  including  all  stars,  605  care 
for  their  priceless  complexions  with  Lux  Toilet  Soap.  Long  ago  this  fra- 
grant white  soap  was  made  official  in  all  studios  for  their  convenience. 
Start  today  to  give  your  skin  this  safe,  gentle  care. 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 



Frances  St arr,  famous  Bel- 

asco  star,  is  now  winning  new 
laurels  on  the  screen.  Years  of 
hard  work  have  left  her  youth- 
ful charm  as  vivid  and  appeal- 
ing as  when  she  was  a  newcomer. 

It's    All    Done   With    S 


IN  this  democratic  land 
every  American  girl  has 
the  opportunity  to  go 
into  the  movies  and  marry 
the  Marquis  de  la 
Coudray. — Howard 
baker  in  The  New  Yorker. 

"  A  T  40  a  man  should  be 
•**-able  to  do  everything 
he  could  do  at  20 — and 
do  it  easier  and  better. " — 
Douglas  Fairbanks. 

SALARIES  of  Holly- 
wood picture  stars  are 
to  be  cut  10  to  20  per  cent. 
In  many  cases  the  incomes 
of  screen  actresses  will  be 
reduced  so  much  they 
won't  know  where  their 
next  divorce  is  coming 
from. — //.  /.  Phillips  in 
the  New  York  Sun. 

POSSESSED"  is  cal- 
culated to  have  a  more 
disastrous  effect  than 
most  upon  morally  mal- 
leable persons  who  wit- 
ness it. — Time. 

Producer — Go  out  and  get  me  somebody  with  Garbo's  glam- 
our, Dietrich's  legs,  Dressler's  humor  and  Chatterton's  voice 
Yes-Man — Yeh,  you  must  mean  somebody  like  Jackie  Cooper 

'""THERE  are  two  dis- 

*■  tinct  people:  the  Jean  Harlow  that's  Me,       A    CURRENT  cause  for  philippics  a 
ind   the  Jean  Harlow  I  see  on   the  screen.     ■**■  the  star  system  is  the  fact  that  one  : 

PERHAPS  Hollywood  is 
■*-  dull,  as  many  insist, 
but  it  is  difficult  to  under- 
stand how  anyone  can 
view  without  interest  and 
excitement  what  is  the 
"other  world"  for  millions 
of  men  and  women.  This, 
you  keep  telling  yourself, 
is  actually  more  influen- 
tial than  Washington,  has 
empire  over  more  minds 
than  have  churches  or 
schools  or  newspapers,  is 
the  imagination  of  the 
multitude. — Anne  O'llare 
McCormick  in  the  New 
York  Times  Magazine. 

"TF  I  feel  inclined  to  be 
-'-a  bit  careless  or  hurried 
while  dressing,  I  stop  to 
think  that  perhaps  this 
one  time  I  may  meet  some 
one  who  knows  me  only 
slightly  ...  I  think  of 
the  let  down,  the  disap- 
pointment that  person 
must  feel.  So  I  never  risk 
it.  The  opinion  of  even 
one  person  is  important." 
— Norma  Shearer. 

I'm  tired  of  being  that  girl.  Fans,  particularly 
feminine  picture-goers,  hate  her.  I'm  be- 
ginning to  hate  her  myself. 

"I  wore  a  low-cut  gown,  and  overnight  I 
became  a  hussy.    And  I  don't  blame  them. 

"I  don't  know  a  soul  in  New  York.  In 
fact,  I  think  I'll  advertise  for  some  eligible 
young  man  to  take  me  dinner-dancing.  I'll 
convince  the  public  that  I'm  a  nice  girl  if  I 
have  to  go  out  and  buy  some  long  underwear, 
spectacles  and  a  black  wig." — Jean  Harlow  in 
(in  interview  in  Variety. 

""PVERY  year,  the  screen  is  becoming  more 
-'—'important  as  a  fashion  medium.  But  in 
imitating  screen  styles,  women  should  realize 
that  screen  stories  are  still  scaled  to  pretty 
high  tempo.  They  must  be  able  to  differentiate 
between  artificiality  and  reality,  analyze  the 
stars  and  their  situations  before  they  attempt 
to  apply  their  clothes  to  their  own  lives." — 
Mayme  Obcr  Peak  in  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal. 

"HTHERE'S  a  flock  of  real  people  in  Holly- 
*■  wood,  but  there  is  also  a  mob  who  just 
don't  fit.  Just  because  they  draw  down  heavy 
money,  they  assume  they  are  regular.  I 
learned  to  be  regular  when  I  was  broke.  Those 
who  are  regular  are  okay  with  me.  It's  the 
people  who  are  always  putting  it  on  that  get 
my  goat.  If  they  only  knew  how  to  put  it  on 
properly  they'd  be  a  lot  better,  but  their  swank 
is  too  phony  for  this  gal." — Marie  Dressier 
in  Variety. 

•"THINGS  I  Never  Knew  Till  Now— That 
■*•  there  are  more  people  living  under  assumed 
names  in  and  near  Hollywood  than  there  are 
in  Sing  Sing  and  Joliet  combined. — Walter 
Wim  hell. 

'""THE  actor  never  contributes  more  than  ten 
*■  or  fifteen  per  cent  to  the  success  of  any 
play  or  picture." — Douglas  Fairbanks,  Jr. 


emaciated,  colorless  blonde  of  no  particular 
talent  or  distinction  is  earning  $30,000  weekly. 
This,  you  hear  outraged  outcries  on  every  side, 
is  ridiculous:  no  one  is  worth  it.  "Why,  she 
makes  more  in  a  month  than  the  President 
does  in  a  year!" 

Perhaps — but  Connie  Bennett  has  given 
more  pleasure  to  more  people  in  one  day  than 
President  Hoover  has  during  his  entire  term. — 
Clare  Boolhe  Brokaw  in  Vanity  Fair. 


TUDGING  her  (Greta  Garbo)  coldly  the 
J  elusion  would  be  that  she  would  flop 
mally   trying   to   be   a   second    Bernhardt. — 
Florabcl  Muir  in  the  N.  Y.  Daily  News. 

\_7T\TENXE  OSBORNE,  Paramount  con- 
»  tract  player,  dates  her  enthusiasm  for  the 
movies  to  her  school  days  in  Spokane,  Wash. 
She  wrote  fan  letters  to  her  favorite  players, 
collected  autographed  photographs  of  the 
reigning  favorites  and  ardently  read  fan  mag- 
azines and  picture  columns. — The  Film  Daily. 

"T  OCAL  Boy  Makes  Good"  (First  National     "T  WILL  love  Gary  always,  fore 
'-'Picture)  is  the  familiar  anecdote  about  a       -»■  will  I  be  able  to  love  any  one  so 

bespectacled  and  dazed  collegian  who,  to  his 
own  surprise  and  the  chagrin  of  his  cronies, 
succeeds  in  an  amorous  enterprise. — Time. 

X_rE  is  something  of  a  monstrosity,  this 
•'-  -^-Jackie  Cooper,  because  he  doesn't  show 
off  or  ape  his  elders. — Pare  Lorentz  in  Judge. 

"LJOLLYWOOD  puts  everyone  on  the  spot! 
■*■  '•No  matter  how  famous  the  actor  or  actress, 
writer  or  director,  once  he  or  she  joins  the 
colony  certain  rules  have  to  be  followed. 
The  three  cardinal  principles  laid  down  are : 
"Play  the  game  our  way,  or  get  out." 
"Talk  our  language  and  if  you  can't,  then 
learn  it." 

"Laugh  with  us,  not  at  us." — El-.a  Shallrrt 
in  the  Los  Angeles  Times. 

"PRANKEXSTEIN"  is  proving  to  be  the 
*■  marvel  of  1931,  shattering  records  every- 
where. They  say  Carl  Laemmle,  Jr.,  is  trying 
to  end  the  depression  by  scaring  everybody  to 
death. — Florabcl  Muir  in  the  N.  Y.  Daily  News. 

TN  examining  prospective  jurors  (for  the  Jack 
-'■"Legs"  Diamond  trial)  chief  defense  counsel 
Daniel  H.  Prior  asked  whether  they  had  seen 
motion  pictures  involving  gang  wars.  When 
they  answered  in  the  affirmative,  Prior  ex- 
cused them. — United  Press  Dispatch. 

ver.  Never 
any  one  so  much  again. 
I  was  happy  with  him.  But  I'm  a  little  crazy. 
Marriage  is  not  for  me.  I  want  my  freedom. 
That  is  more  important  than  anything.  I 
stopped  loving  Gary,  that's  all." — Lupe  Vela. 

TQ  ROADWAY  in  general  and  the  first  string 
'-'critics  fn  particular  were  shocked  after  view- 
ing the  new  D.  W.  Griffith  production,  "The 
Struggle,"  at  the  Rivoli  Thursday  night. 

The  picture  is  rated  the  poorest  and  most 
amateurish  effort  in  a  season  that  has  witnessed 
many  bad  productions.  Many  of  the  critics 
have  rung  the  curtain  down  on  "the  old 
master"  as  a  director  and  claim  this  moral 
lesson  of  the  evils  of  drink  as  shown  in  "The 
Struggle"  is  the  worst  direction  seen  here- 
abouts in  years. — Hollywood  Reporter. 

"TT  would  have  been  more  logical  if  silent 
■'■pictures  had  grown  out  of  the  talkie  in- 
stead of  the  other  way  round."  —  Mary  Pick- 
ford  in  New  York  Times  Magazine. 

CONSIDER  the  most  humdrum  person  of 
your  acquaintance  and  you  probably  will 
be  able  to  tag  him  as  an  inveterate  patron  of 
the  movies,  loud  or  silent.  Lacking  romance 
in  real  life,  he  gets  it  by  watching  Greta  Garbo 
in  the  moonlight  and  seeing  Douglas  Fair- 
banks jump  over  gates. — Hcywood  Broun,  in 
the  World-Telegram. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

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"Lillian  Vandergriefs  teeth  are  as  perfect  as 
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lib  ,mr\\ 

Two   men   spent   two  hours 

daily  making  up  Boris  Karloff 

as  the  Monster  in  Universal's 


CHILLS  and  shivers!  The  latest  horror 
sensation,  "Frankenstein,"  has  everyone 
thrilled  and  the  most  outstanding  question 
this  month  has  been,  "Was  the  Monster  real 
or  was  it  mechanical?"  Movie-goers  say  it 
seems  unbelievable  that  anything  so  terrify- 
ing and  ghastly  could  be  human.  But  it's 
true.  Boris  Karloff  was  the  chap  who  made 
you  and  you  and  you  stiffen  with  fright  each 
time  he  appeared  on  the  screen. 

Boris  is  a  native  of  London,  England,  where 
he  was  born  Nov.  23,  1887.  He  was  educated 
at  the  Uppingham  School,  the  Merchant 
Taylor  School  and  King's  College,  London 
University.  He  came  to  America  after  a  long 
list  of  stage  successes  in  European  theaters. 
On  the  screen  he  has  played  Isapod,  the  re- 
ligious editor  in  "Five  Star  Final,"  and  also 
appeared  in  "The  Criminal  Code,"  "Young 
Donovan's  Kid,"  "The  Mad  Genius,"  and 
"Tonight  or  Never."  He  is  considered  one  of 
the  finest  character  actors  on  the  screen.  He 
is  6  feet  tall,  weighs  175  and  has  dark  brown 
hair  and  dark  brown  eyes. 

Another  actor  the  fans  are  asking  about  is 
Dwight  Frye,  who  played  the  role  of  the  dwarf 
in  "Frankenstein."  Dwight  is  a  native  of 
Salina,  Kan.  He  is  33  years  old  and  is  about 
5  feet,  8  inches  tall.  Off  the  screen  he  stands 
very  erect  and  is  quite  handsome. 

Naomi  Miles,  Chicago,  III. — Naomi,  I'm 
surprised  at  you.  Of  course  Lola  Lane  and 
Linda  Watkins  aren't  the  same  person.  Lola 
was  born  in  Indianola,  Iowa,  and  was  chris- 
tened Dorothy  Mulligan.  She  is  5  feet,  2 
inches  tall,  weighs  120  pounds  and  has  blonde 
hair  and  violet  blue  eyes.  Was  married  to 
Lew  Ayres  Sept.  14,  1931.  Linda  Watkins  is 
a  Bostonian,  born  May  23,  1909.  She  is  three 
inches  taller  than  Lola  and  weighs  108  pounds. 
Has  blonde  hair  and  blue  eyes. 

Howard  Rundue,  Toronto,  Oxt.,  Can*. — 
Yes,  Norma  Shearer  and  Marie  Dressier  did 
play  in  a  picture  together.  It  was  "Let  Us 
Be  Gay." 

Myrna  Weems.  Brownwood,  Texas. — 
Did  you  read  that  story  about  Hardie  Albright 
in  the  January  issue?  That  told  you  all  about 
his  stage  career.    Hardie  was  born  in  Charleroi, 

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jects in  a  different  way  from  other  questions.  For 
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to  Questions  and  Answers,  Photoplay  Macazdje, 
22i  W.  57th  St.,  New  York  City. 

Penna.,  Dec.  16,  1905.  He  is  6  feet  tall, 
weighs  160  and  has  medium  brown  hair  and 
blue  eyes.    Is  still  single. 

Boots  Kext,  Beverly  Hills,  Calif. — 
Boots,  as  a  citizen  of  Beverly  Hills  you  should 
be  able  to  keep  tab  on  your  favorite,  Lloyd 
Hughes.  Here  are  Lloyd's  latest  pictures: 
"Ships  of  Hate,"  "The  Sky  Raiders"  and  "The 

Vernon  Murphy,  Fort  Worth,  Tex. — 
You  have  gotten  your  big  fellows  mixed  a 
little.  George  Bancroft  did  not  play  in 
"Broadway  Babies"  with  Alice  White.  Fred 
Kohler  was  the  big  husky  in  that  picture  and 
you  mistook  him  for  Bancroft. 

Virginia  Cousins,  Detroit,  Mich. — Col- 
leen Moore  and  Gary  Cooper  did  not  appear 
together  in  "The  Legion  of  the  Condemned." 
It  was  Gary  and  Fay  Wray.  Colleen  and 
Gary  did  appear  together  in  "Lilac  Time." 
The  theme  song  of  "Lilac  Time"  was  "Jean- 
nine,  I  Dream  of  Lilac  Time." 

Anxious  Ann  of  Baltimore,  Md. — Ann 
if  you  had  read  my  page  in  the  December 
issue  you  would  have  gotten  the  low-down  on 
Leslie  Howard.  Here  it  is  again  in  part.  Leslie 
was  born  in  London,  England,  in  April  1893, 
and  christened  Leslie  Stainer.  He  is  5  feet,  7; 
weighs  145  pounds  and  has  blond  hair  and 
blue  eyes.  He  is  married  and  has  two  children. 
At  this  writing  he  is  appearing  on  the  New 
York  stage. 

L.  E.,  New  York  City. — Linda  Watkins  is 
5  feet,  5  inches  tall  and  weighs  108  pounds. 
Conchita  Montenegro  weighs  the  same  as 
Linda,  but  is  two  inches  shorter.  Lew  Ayres 
is  5  feet,  11  and  weighs  155  pounds. 

S.  G.,  Hamilton,  Ont.,  Can. — The  cute  kid 
who  played  the  role  of  Mary  Jane  in  "Huckle- 
berry Finn,"  was  Charlotte  Henry.  Charlotte 
is  a  very  gifted  young  lady,  and  had  consider- 
able stage  experience  before  she  entered  pic- 
tures in  1929.  She  is  a  native  of  Brooklyn, 
N.  Y.,  born  there  March  3,  1914.  Is  5  feet, 
1 ;  weighs  100  pounds  and  has  light  brown  hair 
and  blue  eyes.  Victor  Varconi  was  born  in 
Kisvardo,  Hungary,  March  31,  1896. 

Gertrude  and  Beth,  Fort  Snelling, 
Mixx. — Believe  it  or  not,  you  girls  had  me 
baffled  for  a  minute  or  two.  Here's  the 
solution:  The  picture  "Maybe  It's  Love,"  was 
written  by  Mark  Canfield.  Joan  Bennett  did 
the  vamping  in  that  for  "dear  ol'  Upton." 
The  silent  picture  you  have  confused  with  it, 
is  "The  College  Widow"  authored  by  George 

The  Monster  as  he  really  is. 
A  character  actor  of  distinc- 
tion, product  of  conservative 
English  schools 

Ade  and  very  similar  in  theme.    Dolores  Cos- 
tello  did  the  vamping  in  that  for  "Atwater  U." 

Natalie  Gibbs,  Aberdeen,  S.  C. — Car- 
melita  Geraghty  played  the  role  of  Mary  Pick- 
ford's  wild  sister  in  "My  Best  Girl." 

Barbara,  San  Francisco,  Calif. — Bar- 
bara, here  are  the  ages,  with  the  exception  of 
Ann  Harding's.  Ann  was  born  Aug.  7,  but  she 
forgot  to  tell  me  how  long  ago.  Clive  Brook  is 
40;  Greta  Garbo  and  Greta  Nissen  are  both  26; 
Elissa  Landi  is  25  and  Lois  Moran  is  22. 

Mavis  Dufresne,  Montreal,  Que.,  Can. 
— Mae  Marsh  was  born  in  Madrid.  New 
Mexico,  in  1897.  Her  latest  picture  is  "Over 
the  Hill."  Chester  Morris  is  29  years  old  and 
a  native  of  New  York  City.  He  is  married 
and  has  one  son  and  one  daughter. 

Marie  Jonas,  Peoria,  III. — You're  not 
being  a  bit  of  trouble,  Marie.  I  am  always  glad 
to  answer  your  questions.  John  Holland  is  6 
feet,  2}/2  inches  tall  and  weighs  185  pounds. 
Charles  Starrett  is  6  feet  tall,  weighs  185;  John 
Wayne  is  6  feet,  2;  weighs  200,  and  Joseph 
Schildkraut  is  5  feet,  11,  and  weighs  159.  Now 
for  their  ages:  Wayne  is  24;  Starrett  is  27; 
Holland  is  32  and  Schildkraut  is  35. 

Elizabeth  Peck,  Wrentham.  Mass. — 
Gene  Raymond  was  born  in  New  York  City  in 
1908.  His  real  name  is  Raymond  Guion,  which 
he  used  on  the  stage  before  Paramount  signed 
him  for  the  talkies.  He  made  a  great  hit  with 
the  movie  public  when  he  played  opposite 
Nancy  Carroll  in  "Personal  Maid."  His  next 
will  be  "Ladies  of  the  Big  House,"  opposite 
Sylvia  Sidney. 

Alice  Karney,  Baltimore,  Md. — You're 
right,  Frances  Starr  is  a  newcomer  to  the 
screen.  She  was  born  in  Oneonta,  New  York, 
June  6,  1886.  Made  her  stage  debut  in  1901  at 
Albany.  Some  of  her  plays  were  "The  Easiest 
Way,  "Shore  Leave,"  "Immortal  Isabella," 
"  Diplomacy"  and  "  Fallen  Leaves."  She  made 
her  movie  debut  in  "Five  Star  Final"  with 
Eddie  Robinson,  H.  B.  Warner,  Marian  Marsh 
and  Anthony  Bushell.  Her  latest  picture  is 
"The  Star  Witness." 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 




>  "My  DEAR,  there's  Helen  .  .  .  I've  just 
l  spent  the  week-end  with  her.  And  you've 
(no  idea  how  shocked  I  was.  She's  such  a 
:  nice  girl  and  perfectly  fastidious  about 
I  everything  else.   I  don't  see  how  she  can 

be  so  careless  about  her  underthings  .  .  . 

wear  them  so  long  without  a  change. 
"Everybody  perspires  a  little.    How  can 

she  take  the  risk — it's  so  easy  to  offend." 

Personal  daintiness!  The  subject  of  whis- 
pered comment,  veiled  hints.  For  no  one 
will  tell  you  if  you  offend,  yet  nothing 
more  surely  spoils  friendship,  success  in 
business,  romance,  even  marriage  itself. 

Underthings  absorb  Perspiration.  Avoid  offending 
,  .  Protect  daintiness  this  easy  ^-Minute  Way: 

Fresh  lingerie  each  day  is  absolutely  essen- 
tial to  daintiness.  All  day  long  under- 
things absorb  perspiration  acids  and  odors. 

The  penetrating  hint  soon  becomes 
noticeable— to  others,  even  though  you 
yourself  are  not  aware  of  it. 

And  it's  so  easy  to  wear  fresh  lingerie 
every  day.  For  Lux  is  made  to  remove 
every  trace  of  perspiration,  yet  protects 
colors  and  fabrics.  It  only  takes  four 
minutes  or  less.  Play  safe — make  a  habit 
of  washing  out  underthings  and  stockings 
with  Lux  diamonds,  after  each  wearing. 

1  Wash  after  each  wearing,  for  perspi- 
ration acids  left  in  silk  fade  colors  and 
rot  threads.  With  Lux  it  takes  less 
time  than  to  wash  your  face  and  hands. 

2  Never  rub  dainty  lingerie  with  cake 
soap.  Rubbing  tends  to  streak  colors 
and  weaken  fabrics.  Tests  show  Lux 
removes  perspiration  acids  and  odors 
completely — yet  leaves  colors  sparkling, 
like  new.  Anything  safe  in  water  is 
safe  in  Lux. 

X   Wash  this  4-minute  way: 

1  tablespoon  of  Lux  does  1  day's  un- 
dies— stockings,  too!  Use  lukewarm 
water — Lux  dissolves  instantly  in  it. 
Squeeze  suds  through  fabric,  rinse 
twice,  knead  in  bath  towel,  shake  out. 

T  T^r    c  j      r\  •  keeps  them  like  new  in 

LUX  for  underthings      *    ofcomtant  waM 



Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

A  smart  jur  and  cloth  costume  jot 
ttri  i 1,  a  glamorous  ivory  chiffon 
ig  go-xn,  and  a  simple,  -dell- 
cut  bathing  suit  reveal  the  ex 
taste  oj  Marian  Marsh,  charming 
young  star  oj  iiarnir  Bros.  Pictures. 


Every  style  worn  today  needs  a  good 
figure  to  set  it  off — dashing  sports  togs 
that  are  so  trim  and  youthful — clinging 
evening  gowns  and  the  very  feminine 
afternoon  frocks. 

A  good  figure  is  possible  to  nearly 
every  girl  by  wise  exercise  and  diet.  But 
we  must  be  careful  in  dieting  to  balance 
the  menus  so  as  to  retain  beauty  and 
not  harm  it. 

Every  reducing  diet  should  contain  a 

reasonable  amount  of  "bulk"  so  as  to 
promote  proper  elimination.  Without 
this,  beauty  soon  fades — eyes  lose  their 
sparkle — and  the  skin  may  become  sal- 
low and  colorless. 

Laboratory  tests  prove  that  Kellogg's 
All-Bran  provides  the  needed  "bulk" 
— and  also  furnishes  a  generous  amount 
of  Vitamin  B  to  help  tone  the  system. 
In  addition,  it  is  rich  in  available  iron, 
which  helps  build  red  blood  and  bring 
attractive  color  to  the  complexion. 

You  will  enjoy  eating  Kellogg's  All- 
Bran  either  as  a  cereal  with  milk — or  in 
many  delightful  cooked  dishes,  salads 
and  soups.  Two  tablespoonfuls  daily  are 
sufficient  for  the  average  diet.  It  is  not 
fattening  and  is  prescribed  by  eminent 
dietitians.  • 

Your  grocer  has  Kellogg's  All-Bran 
— in  the  red-and-green  package.  Made  by 
Kellogg  in  Batde  Creek. 

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Leading  motion-picture  actresses 
are  shown  to  you  in  "fashion 
close-ups,"  wearing  the  costumes 
that  millions  of  critical  eyes  will 
see  on  the  screen.  Everything 
from  sports-togs  to  evening 
gowns.  In  addition,  the  booklet  is  full  of 
valuable  information  on  how  to  reduce 
wisely.  Free  upon  request. 

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Cake  and 




Look  out  for  that  sleeve, 
Marie,  you'll  dip  it  in 
that  tasty  looking  con- 
coction you're  whipping 
up  for  lunch! 

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Please  send  me  a  copy  of  Photoplay's  Famous 
Cook  Book,  containing  150  favorite  recipes  of  the 
stars.    I  am  enclosing  twenty-five  cents. 


COOKING  is  not  just 
another  publicity  gag 
with  that  queen  of 
reigning  Hollywood  queens, 
Marie  Dressier.  Marie  may 
have  a  capable  cook  in  her 
kitchen  but  that  doesn't 
mean  that  she  doesn't  know 
her  recipes.  And  what's 
more  she  gets  a  real  kick 
out  of  rolling  up  the  old 
sleeves  and  tossing  off  a 
tasty  dish  herself. 

Then  there  is  Madge 
Evans  who  doesn't  look  be- 
wildered if  you  hand  her  a  rolling  pin.  Madge  is  a  sensible  girl 
as  well  as  a  pretty  one,  she  doesn't  entertain  silly  ideas  that  a  little 
domestic  knowledge  will  detract  from  her  screen  glamour. 

Leila  Hyams  is  another  person  who  enjoys  taking  a  whirl  at 
the  kitchen  every  now  and  then.  Of  course  you  can't  expect 
to  find  her  all  done  up  in  an  apron  five  nights  out  of  the  week 
— but  she  does  find  that  cooking  once  in  awhile  provides  a 
pleasant  relaxation  from  the  stress  of  the  studios.  She  likes 
puttering  around  with  tricky  kitchen  gadgets — trying  to  con- 
coct new  dishes  to  break  into  the  monotony  of  old  ones. 

Like  most  people  who  expend  a  great  deal  of  nervous  force 
in  artistic  pursuits  and  don't  have  to  worry  about  weight, 
Madge,  Marie  and  Leila  eat  heartily  and  are  fussy  about  food. 
They  enjoy  plain  dishes  but  they  want  them  tempting  looking. 

NOW  Marie  Dressier  was  brought  up  in  that  good,  old-fash- 
ioned cooking  school  that  didn't  advocate  waste  of  any  kind. 
Tidbits  of  food  were  not  tossed  out  at  the  end  of  a  meal,  rather 
they  were  frugally  saved  to  go  into  the  making  of  some  tasty 
dish  the  next  day.  Half  the  fun  of  cooking,  in  Marie's  estima- 
tion, is  using  up  the  odds  and  ends. 

Do  you,  for  instance,  save  the  end  of  a  steak?  Marie  does. 
And  she  makes  it  into  a  perfectly  swell  concoction.  She  takes 
the  left  overs  of  the  steak,  dices  them  and  then  adds  these  in- 
gredients— diced  onions,  celery,  tomatoes  and  a  dash  of  bay 
leaves.  The  whole  is  cooked  in  enough  water  to  prevent 
burning.     Try  it  sometime. 

Mmm,  cheese  cake!  And  if  you  have  never  been  able  to  get 
it  to  taste  just  as  good  as  the  first  one  you  ever  had,  try  this 
.recipe  of  Madge  Evans'.    Her  cheese  cakes  are  poems! 

Be  sure  to  write  name  and  address  plainly 
You  may  send  either  stamps  or  coin. 

Why  have  you  kept  this 
from  us  so  long,  Madge 
Evans?  We  never  so 
much  as  suspected 
cheese  cake  talent ! 

Cheese  Cake 

3  tablespoons  butter 

4  tablespoons  whole  wheat 

1  teaspoon  salt 
4  tablespoons  grated  American 


A  few  grains  Cayenne 

The  butter  is  melted,  the 
flour  added  and  stirred  un- 
til well  mixed.  Then  the 
grated  cheese  and  season- 
ing is  added  and  the  whole 
mixture  put  into  a  buttered 
pan.  It  is  baked  in  a  moderate  oven.  And  the  last  finishing 
touch  is  powdered  sugar  sprinkled  over  the  top. 

Cookie  making  is  real  fun,  especially  if  you  can  get  the  fin- 
ished cookies  to  turn  out  with  the  air  of  chef-made  ones. 
Leila  Hyams  has  two  cookie  recipes  that  are  almost  infallible 
when  it  comes  to  being  delicious.  One  is  a  sugar  cookie  recipe, 
the  other  is  for  a  delicious  sounding  concoction  called, 
"Kisses!"     Here  they  are. 

Sugar  Cookies 

V/2  cups  sugar 
2%  cups  whole  wheat  flour 
}/2  level  teaspoon  soda 
2  eggs         Salt         Vanilla 

%  cup  shortening 
Y$  level  teaspoon  cream  tartar 
x/l  cup  milk 

Cream  sugar,  shortening,  flavoring  and  salt.  Beat  in  the 
eggs  one  at  a  time.  Stir  in  the  soda  which  has  been  dissolved 
in  milk.  And  last,  work  in  the  cream  tartar  sifted_  into  the 
flour.     Roll  out,  cut  with  cookie  cutter.    Bake  in  quick  oven. 


3  egg  whites 

1  tablespoon  cocoa 

1  cup  chopped  nuts 

1  cup  powdered  sugar 
}/i  teaspoon  salt 
1  cup  chopped  dates 

Beat  the  egg  whites  very  stiff.  Mix  and  sift  the  cocoa,  sugar 
and  salt.  Add  the  chopped  dates  and  nuts.  Beat  whole  to- 
gether and  then  drop  from  a  spoon  onto  a  greased  pan.  Bake 
about  30  minutes. 

Carolyn  Van  Wyck 


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Here's  one  of  Hollywood  record  romances.  Mary  Brian  has  been  keeping 
steady  company  with  Russell  Gleason  for  months  and  months  and  months. 
And  everybody  thought  they'd  be  Mr.  and  Mrs.  long  before  this.  Why 
wouldn't  Mary  say,  "Uh-huh"?  Maybe  now  that  Buddy  Rogers  has  left 
Hollywood  for  good  and  all  she  will.  This  picture  shows  Mary  and  Russ 
watching  the  polo  matches  between  a  California  and  a  Mexico  City  team 

f~^  ARBO'S  whereabouts  have  been  discov- 
^-'ered,  the  mysterious  house  "somewhere  in 
Santa  Monica"  to  which  she  moved  when  too 
many  people  discovered  her  San  Vincinte 
address  and  too  many  sight-seeing  bus  spielers 
bawled  out: 

"On  your  right,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  is 
the  home  of  the  famous  Greta  Garbo." 

Miriam  Hopkins  is  now  living  in  that  place, 
while  Greta  has  moved  into  a  house  just  a 
couple  of  blocks  from  Joan  Crawford's  and 
Douglas  Fairbanks'  home  in  Brentwood 

From  there  she  does  her  usuai  walking  in  the 
rain  (when  it  rains)  and  takes  her  usual  sun 
baths  (when  the  sun  shines). 

BUT   the    rumors    persist    that    come    this 

June  Garbo's  permanent  address  will  be 
"somewhere  in  Sweden."  Garbo  is  a  wealthy 
woman.  She  has  lived  with  the  frugality  of  an 
extra  girl  and  has  tucked  away  most  of  the 
money  she  has  made. 

There's  enough  for  her  to  live  comfortably 
for  the  rest  of  her  life. 

From  the  moment  when  she  was  just  "that 
Swede  Stiller  brought  over"  until  this  very 
day  she  has  had  no  enthusiasm  for  Hollywood. 

"  I  do  not  think  I  make  any  more  pictures," 
is  what  Garbo  keeps  on  saying  to  her  studio 
and  her  manager. 


GARBO  keeps  her  feet  in  perfect 
condition,  and  spends  more  time 
on  them  than  most  women  spend  on 
their  faces.  She  goes  to  a  chiropodist 
twice  a  week.  He  works  at  the  Am- 
bassador hotel  but  he  won't  tell  you 
a  thing  about  the  mystery  girl.  Not 
even  the  size  of  her  shoe. 

HTHE  reason  Rex  Bell  first  denied  the  fact 
■*■  that  he  and  Clara  Bow  were  married,  was 
because  he  was  afraid  her  producers  might 
not  want  her  to  get  married.  And  Rex  is  taking 
no  chances  on  having  Clara  do  anything  that 
might  hurt  her  film  comeback. 

For  Rex  is  that  Good  Influence  Clara's  life 
has  needed  all  these  years.  He's  what  you'd 
call  a  "regular  fellow."  And  his  devotion  to 
Clara  is  one  of  those  things  to  make  these 
cynical  eyes  grow  misty.  Lots  of  folks  have 
said  his  long  engagement  and  his  subsequent 
marriage  to  Clara  were  just  his  attempt  for  a 
little  publicity.  That  was  the  angle  on  the 
Richman-Bow  affair  if  you  remember.  But 
that  isn't  Rex's  idea.  In  fact,  he  hasn't  any 
use  for  those  men  who  have  used  Clara's  name 
to  get  publicity  for  themselves.  He  always 
wants  his  name  kept  out  of  things  where 
Clara  is  concerned. 

The  producers  (and  the  only  hitch  in  Clara's 
comeback  will  be  if  these  producers  don't  get 

the  money  to  finance  her  pictures)  are  delighted 
at  Clara's  marriage  to  Rex.  They  know  he 
nursed  her  through  her  illness  and  has  stopped 
her  from  making  a  lot  of  the  usual  Bow  ges- 

But  will  he  be  exciting  enough  for  the 
red-headed  IT  girl?  Clara  said,  a  long  time 
■Afio,  that  she  wanted  a  man  who  would  think 
of  her  first. 

Well,  she's  got  one.  And  she'll  be  wise  to 
hang  on  to  him. 

•"THE  reason  they  were  married  was  because 
■*•  Rex  had  given  Clara  just  a  year  to  make 
up  her  mind.  He  wouldn't  extend  the  time 

When  Clara  discovered  it  was  now  or  never 
she  made  it  now,  and  the  two  hopped  to  Las 
Vegas  without  telling  a  soul. 

Rex  was  nervous,  so  nervous,  in  fact,  that 
he  got  mixed  up  in  his  lines.  Clara  laughed  at 
him  right  in  the  middle  of  the  ceremony.  But 
he  had  a  chance  to  laugh  back  at  her. 

She  had  practiced  reciting  the  ritual  and 
knew  that  the  promise  to  "love,  honor  and 
obey"  had  been  struck  out  of  the  service  and 
"love,  honor  and  cherish"  substituted,  but 
when  she  came  to  repeat  it  after  the  judge  who 
tied  the  knot  she  said,  "I  promise  to  love, 
honor  and  obey — oh,  I  beg  your  pardon,  to 

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Wide  World 

They'd  have  you  believe  that  this  lad 
went  to  Egypt  to  forget.  But  it's  hard 
to  think  that  anybody  can  ride  a 
camel,  wear  a  fez  and  nurse  a  broken 
heart  all  at  the  same  time.  Gary 
Cooper — honest  to  goodness  it's  Gary 
Cooper — has  tossed  aside  his  som- 
brero and  cow-pony  for  this.  But 
(stage  whisper)  there's  a  very  at- 
tractive woman  in  the  party  named 
Countess  di  Frasso.  And  she  loves 
to  see  a  man  wear  a  fez 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 





■A                *• 


In  the  Kotex  plant,  rolls 
of  immaculate  Kotex  fill- 
er, white  as  new  snow, 
feed  into  glistening  ma- 
chines where  they  are 
carefully  shaped  and  cut. 

This  Kotex  hospital  gauze 
might  well  wear  a  gold 
medal,  it's  had  to  pass  so 
m  any  rigid  inspections. 
Nozu  it  embraces  the  snowy 
filler,  to  make  a  Kotex  pad. 

Nurses  and  doctors,  sur- 
rounding every  move 
with  scrupulous  sanita- 
tion, dispensed  24  million 
Kotex  pads  to  hospital 
patients  last  year,  alone. 

it's  an  unthinkable 

compromise  for  her 

to  sacrifice  the  known  immaculacy 
of  genuine  KOTEX 

WHO  KNOWS- who  can  say  what 
hazards  and  risks  have  been  re- 
moved from  women's  lives  because 
of  genuine  Kotex?  Dangers  once  in- 
vited .  .  .  now  a  thing  of  the  past. 
Embarrassment,  even  humiliations, 
gone.  And  health  carefully  protected 
at  times  when  it  is  gravely  endan- 
gered,because  this  sanitary  protection 
is  sanitary.  Because  it  does  protect. 

The  nameless  fear  of  the  unknown, 
the  doubtful;  the  ceaseless 
experimenting  is  perhaps  as 
disturbing  as  the  haphazard 
methods  of  a  bygone  day. 

What  about  these  count- 
less substitutes?  How  were 
they  made?  Where?  By  whom?  What 
hands  have  touched  them?  Were  the 
materials  pure?  Tested?  Germ-free? 
You  don't  know.  And  unless  you  do 

Never  more 

than  35c 


know,  how  can  you  trust  such  sani- 
tary protection? 

Fortunately,  when  you  ask  for 
Kotex,  you  know  you  are  safe.  Hos- 
pitals, alone,  used  more  than  twenty- 
four  million  Kotex  pads  for  patients 
last  year. 

Every  woman  who  uses  sanitary 
protection  should  read  every  word 
that  appears  beneath  the  above  pic- 
tures. Before  she  buys  a  sanitary 
pad  she  should  ask  herself: 
Is  it  clean?  Is  it  safe?  Is  it 
pure?  Am  I  certain? 
Can  you— can  any  woman 
—afford  to  risk  anything  less 
than  the  scrupulous  clean- 
liness Kotex,  and  Kotex  alone, 
gives  you?  Ask  for  it.  Make  sure, 
when  buying  it  wrapped,  that  you 
get  Kotex.  Remember,  Kotex  is  safe. 


SANITARY    napkins 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 


Wide  World 

Hollywood's  most  ardent  bachelor 
succumbs!  Edmund  Goulding,  direc- 
tor, writer,  actor,  painter,  singer, 
musician  and  composer,  marries  Mar- 
jorie  Moss,  dancer.  Now  every 
talent  is  included  in  this  versatile  and 
accomplished  family  of  two.  You  see, 
Eddie  couldn't  dance.  So  he  just  had 
to  marry  Marjorie.  Before  Marjorie 
came  to  town  Eddie  had  been  escort- 
ing Pola  Negri  to  all  the  best  places 

V\  TELL,  the  staid  London  courts  had  never 
^*  heard  anything  like  it.  And  the  judge 
got  his  wig  all  awry  trying  to  comprehend 
everything.  I  mean  when  a  Miss  May  Shep- 
herd sued  Charlie  Chaplin  for  back  pay  due 
her,  she  said,  for  being  his  publicity  woman 
while  he  was  in  London.  The  British  were 
amazed.  It  came  as  a  terrific  shock  that  such 
things  happened.  And  the  Loudon  Daily  Mail 
led  off  the  story  with:  "  Secrets  of  the  methods 
of  focusing  public  attention  on  film  stars  were 
disclosed  yesterday  at  Westminster  County 
Court  before  Judge  Sir  Alfred  Tobin." 

Secrets — my  eye!  They  call  these  publicity 
methods  secrets  in  England,  when  any  kid  on 
the  streets  in  America  can  tell  you  how  press- 
agents  operate.  But  the  British  courts  were 
all  confused  and  bothered  when  Miss  Shepherd 
said  that  she  arranged  Chaplin's  visit  to  the 
Lord  Mayor  and  also  when  Charlie  forgot 
about  an  engagement  with  the  Prime  Minister 
it  was  she  who  wrote  the  letter  of  apology.  At 
that  the  judge  was  in  a  twitter  of  excitement, 
and  burst  out  with,  "This  is  going  to  do  us  a 
lot  of  good  in  foreign  countries.  Fancy  how 
foreigners  will  laugh  at  us." 

A  XD  I'll  bet  Judge  Sir  Alfred  regales  his 
•*  Mriends  with  the  account  of  "  these  amazing 
actors  who  actually  pay  people  to  secure  press 
notices  for  them." 

He  was  harsh  when  Chaplin  testified  and  in- 
sisted that  the  comedian  "speak  up"  when  he 
was  in  the  witness  box.  Chaplin  was  all 
apologies  for  the  way  important  names  had 
been  "bandied  about"  in  court.  Miss  Shep- 
herd was  paid  and  everything  is  serene  again 
in  the  British  Isles. 

TT  was  a  baby  who  practically  stole  "His 
•MYoman"  from  Gary  Cooper  and  Claudette 
Colbert,  for  when  that  baby,  who  wasn't  old 
enough  to  talk,  either  laughed  or  cried,  all 
eyes  were  for  the  kid  and  not  the  two  grown  up 
actors.  "It's  so  natural,"  everybody  said,  and 
this  is  how  it  happened.  The  baby  took  a 
liking  to  Claudette  Colbert's  pocketbook. 
When  the  director  wanted  it  to  laugh  he 
dangled  the  pocketbook  out  of  camera  range 
and  when  he  wanted  it  to  cry  they  took  the 
purse  away.  Ah,  if  it  were  only  as  easy  to 
make  adults  give  good  performances. 

says  the  depression  has  hit  the 
studios  so  hard  that  the  yes-men 
merely  nod. 

•~"»OXXTE  BEXXETT  chose  the  twenty- 
^''second  for  her  wedding  day  because  twenty- 
two  is  her  lucky  number.  She  signed  the  con- 
tract that  led  to  the  $30,000  a  week  on  a 

Connie  is  in  love  with  Hank,  the  Marquis, 
and  no  mistake.  She  says  she  did  not  marry 
him  for  his  title  and  doesn't  want  to  be 
called  Madame  la  Marquis.  What's  more  she 
says  she  wants  lots  and  lots  of  children.  All 
her  intimate  friends  say  they  believe  this,  too. 

HTHEY  were  married  on  Sunday.  Monday 
■*■  afternoon  Hank  was  in  a  barber's  chair. 
"What  time  is  it?"  he  asked.  The  answer 
was  "five-thirty."  The  new  groom  jumped  up, 
"I've  got  to  get  home  fast.  I'll  get  the  devil 
for  being  late." 

But  he  spends  most  of  his  time  on  Connie's 

In  the  meantime  Phil  Plant,  Connie's  ex- 

husband,  wrote  a  song  called,  "You're  Giving 
Your  Heart  to  Somebody  Else  When  You 
Know  It  Belongs  to  Me." 

"DEFORE  Connie  and  the  Marquis  were 
■'-'married  she  had  him  sign  an  agreement 
that  if  there  were  a  divorce  he  would  relinquish 
all  claims  on  her  property. 

A  ND  have  you  heard  this  simile? 
**■ — "As  unnecessary  as  was  Con- 
nie Bennett's  announcement  that  she 
would  continue  working  after  marry- 
ing the  Marquis." 

TTHAT  old  actor's  superstition  that  members 
■*■  of  the  profession  always  die  in  threes,  has 
more  believers  than  ever  since  the  circumstance 
has  come  to  pass  again.  The  three  deaths 
that  came  so  near  together  were  those  of 
Robert  W7illiams,  Lya  De  Putti  and  Robert 
Ames.  Strangely  enough.  Tom  Mix  was 
seriously  ill,  his  life  hanging  in  a  balance  dur- 
ing this  time.  He  was  just  at  the  crisis  of  his 
illness  when  Lya  died.  And  all  his  friends 
said,  "Well,  Tom  will  be  the  third."  Instead, 
he  hung  on  to  life.  Suddenly  came  Robert 
Ames'  death  in  Xew  York.  Staunch  believers 
in  the  old  tradition  then  said,  "Tom  will  get 
well."  His  doctors  had  given  up  hope  but 
Mix  rallied  and  is  now  on  the  road  to  recovery. 

npOM  MIX  was  one  of  the  most  difficult 
■*■  customers  the  hospital  ever  had.  When  his 
nurse  left  the  room  the  day  after  the  operation, 
Tom  got  out  of  bed.  He  wasn't  going  to  be 
coddled  or  pampered.  He  would  walk  to  the 
bathroom!  They  found  him  on  the  floor  in 
a  faint  and  it  was  darn  near  the  end  of  Tom. 

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Wally  looks  as  proud  and  Mrs.  Beery  as  worried  as  if  these  children  really 
belonged  to  them.  Well,  they  do  in  a  way.  It  happened  like  this.  Mrs. 
Beery's  aunt  died  recently  leaving  three  children,  George  Priester,  nine 
years  old;  Carol  Ann,  15  months,  and  William,  aged  four.  Wally  was  crazy 
about  the  kids  so  he  will  legally  adopt  Carol  Ann  and  raise  the  boys,  so  that 
the  children  will  always  be  together 


Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 




Before  Breakfast ...  Is  your  before-breakfast  ciga- 
rette a  snag?  Smoke  Spud!  It  leaves  your  mouth 
moist-cool  and  clean-tasting.  It  means  mouth- 
happiness  when  mouth-happiness  means  most. 

On  Occasion .. .  Do  you  smoke  only  "on  occasion"? 
Then  you  certainly  want  full  fragrance.  Spud  gives 
you  this  .  . .  and  cool,  clean  mouth  besides.  Another 
spot  for  Spud's  unfailing  mouth-happiness. 

At  Parties  —  When  the  party's  right  .  .  .  and  ciga-  Late  at  Night...  Do  you  hesitate  over  late  cigarettes 

rettes  follow  fast. . .  do  you  strike  a  smoke-snag?  Try  because  of  the  morning-after  taste?  Cheer  up.  Spud 

Spud;  stay  with  it.  You'll  have  a  cool,  clean  taste  brings  a  grand  new  freedom  in  old-fashioned  tobacco 

always.  More  Spuds  mean  more  mouth-happiness.  enjoyment.   Smoke  .  .  .  and  stay  mouth-happy. 



MENTHOL-COOLED     CIGARETTES    -    20     FOR    20c 


Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 



Here's  a  girl  who  could  have  had  movie  fame  and  fortune  for  the  asking. 
She  gave  it  all  up  to  marry  Morton  Downey,  highest  paid  radio  singer  in  the 
world.  The  little  woman  who  sacrificed  is  Barbara  Bennett,  of  the 
three  Bennett  sisters.  Connie's  oldest,  Joan  is  youngest.  Morton  and 
Barbara  were  in  Hollywood  on  a  visit 

""THE  newspapers  tried  to  make  much  of  poor 
■*■  Lya  De  Putti's  death  and  reported  that 
many  curiosity  seekers  but  only  a  few  friends 
attended  her  funeral.  As  a  matter  of  fact 
during  her  strange  life  Lya  had  very  few  real 
friends  and  long  before  her  death  she  had 
stopped  seeing  these  few.  She  left  no  will 
but  the  list  of  her  possessions  was  pitifully 
small — her  clothes,  eleven  pieces  of  jewelry, 
live  pieces  of  fur,  two  automobiles  and  $900 
in  the  bank.  That  was  all.  It  isn't  much  for 
a  film  star  to  leave  behind. 

"DE  FORE  Janet  Gaynor,  her  husband  and  her 
■'"'mother  left  Hollywood,  a  certain  young 
man,  whom  Janet  knew  slightly,  trailed  her  car 
all  the  way  to  the  station  and,  just  as  the  train 
was  about  to  pull  out,  swung  aboard.  He  sat 
across  the  aisle  of  the  diner  staring  at  Janet 


through  every  meal.  And  everywhere  Janet 
went  in  New  York,  her  silent,  but  persistent 
admirer  trailed  her,  from  hotel  to  shops,  from 
shops  to  theater. 

"pNOUG  FAIRBANKS  won't  go  on  another 
-'-'picture  making  jaunt  around  the  world. 

The  reason  given  for  his  sudden  change  of 
plans  is  the  Manchurian  trouble,  and  Doug 
had  planned  to  shoot  in  China  and  Japan. 

Hut  maybe  the  fact  that  his  first  travel  film, 
in  spite  of  its  novelty  and  charm,  isn't  going 
so  good  at  the  box-office  is  the  real  reason. 

T  IL  DAGOVER  had  studied  English  for 
^■"'only  a  few  months  before  she  came  to  Holly- 
wood to  make  talkies.  One  morning  she  was 
handed  a  studio  envelope  a  few  minutes  before 
a   scene    and,    believing    it    to    contain    dia- 

logue for  the  day,  she  memorized  its  contents 
thoroughly.  Standing  before  the  microphones 
and  much  to  the  amazement  of  the  assembled 
crew  she  delivered  a  ringing  and  earnest  plea 
for  funds  for  the  Community  Chest,  Holly- 
wood's biggest  charity. 

'"THE  day  before  Pola  Negri's  collapse,  news- 
■*•  papers  printed  the  rumor  that  she  was  en- 
gaged to  John  Loder,  the  handsome  young 
English  actor.  Even  from  her  bed  of  pain  Pola 
denied  this.  So  did  John.  The  reason  is  ob- 
vious.   Loder  has  a  perfectly  good  wife. 

A  FEW  years  ago  Clark  Gable  and  Janet 
■*■  *■  Gaynor  worked  together  in  one  of  the  in- 
dependent studios,  where  the  featured  player 
was  always  a  lion.  Clark  was  the  most  popular 
man  on  the  lot — but  not  because  of  his  sex  ap- 
peal. No  sir,  it  was  because  he  was  the  only 
one  of  the  group  who  owned  a  car.  And  di- 
lapidated as  it  was,  Janet  Gaynor  used  to 
stand  next  to  him  in  line  so  she  could  ride 
home  in  it. 

Clark  also  was  an  extra  in  "The  Merry 
Widow,"  the  picture  in  which  Jack  Gilbert 
starred.  And  that  bit  is  too  eloquent  for 

TJUTH  CHATTERTON  uses  her  dining 
-L*-room  only  when  there's  company,  just  like 
your  Aunt  Em.  When  she's  not  entertaining, 
dinner  is  served  on  a  card  table  in  an  upstairs 
sitting  room.  Across  the  card  table  sits  Ralph 
Forbes,  friend  husband. 

And  Hollywood  wonders  how  much  longer 
Ralph  will  be  sitting  there.  Which  is  another 
way  of  saying  that  there  are  those  rumors  in 
the  air. 

TTHE  morning  after  Bob  Montgomery's  four- 
■*■  teen-months-old  baby  daughter  died  very 
suddenly  from  the  after  effects  of  spinal 
meningitis,  he  was  forced  to  go  to  the  studio. 
He  just  chanced  to  walk  up  to  Norma  Shearer 
as  she  was  waving  her  hand  to  fifteen-months 
Irving  Thalberg,  Jr.  Bob  turned  his  head  away 
as  Norma  called,  "Goodbye,  baby." 

And  if  there's  ever  another  baby  in  the  Rob- 
ert Montgomery  family,  Bob  said  not  long  ago 
it  is  not  going  to  be  raised  so  carefully.  When 
she  was  five  months  old  little  Martha  was 
perfectly  healthy.  She  cooed  and  kicked  and 
laughed  like  any  other  baby  when  her  daddy 
chucked  her  under  the  chin.  She  always  had 
perfect  care  and  wasn't  allowed  with  other 

A  ND  there's  the  story  they  told  after 
■*  "-Lionel  Barrymore  won  the  academy  award 
for  the  best  acting  of  the  year. 

Late,  on  the  afternoon  of  the  dinner,  Lionel 
called  John  on  the  telephone. 

"John,"  be  sputtered,  "have  you  got  one  of 
those  swallow  tail  coats?  I've  got  to  go  to  that 
banquet  tonight  and  I  have  no  dress  suit." 

"Lord,  no,"  John  said.  "I  haven't  got  one. 
But  wait  a  minute.  I  bought  one  for  a  picture 
once.  Wait  till  I  rummage  through  the 

And  that  night,  before  several  thousand 
people,  Lionel  received  the  coveted  award  in 
John's  old  swallow  tail,  two  sizes  too  small. 

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54  women  told   their  doctors,  "I  can't  use  soap"  ...    52   of   them   now  use  Woodbury's! 



convinced  them.     But  read  about 
this  test. ..and  its  thrilling  results 


WHO  TOOK  part  .  .  .  612  women,  aged  17  to  55, 
from  all  walks  of  life — society  women,  housewives, 
clerks,  factory  workers,  actresses,  nurses. 

THE  TEST  .  .  .  For  30  days,  under  scientific  super- 
vision, each  woman  cleansed  one  half  her  face  hy  her 
accustomed  method,  and  washed  the  other  side  with 
Woodbury's  Facial  Soap. 

WHERE  .  .  .  New  York,  Chicago,  Philadelphia,  De- 
troit, Boston,  Baltimore,  Houston,  Denver,  Jackson- 
ville, Hollywood,  St.  Louis,  Pittsburgh,  Portland 
(Oregon)  and  Toronto,  Canada. 

SUPERVISED  BY  15  eminent  dermatologists  and  their 
staffs.  Reports  checked  and  certified  by  one  of  the 
country's  leading  dermatological  authorities.* 

RESULTS  .  .  .  Woodbury's  was  more  effective  than 
other  beauty  methods  in  106  cases  of  pimples;  83 
cases  of  large  pores;  103  cases  of  blackheads;  81  cases 
of  dry  skin;  115  cases  of  oily  skin;  66  cases  of  dull, 
"uninteresting"  skin. 

*In  accordance  with  professional  ethics,  the  names  of 
these  physicians  cannot  be  advertised.  They  are  on  file 
with  the  Editor  of  this  magazine  and  are  available  to 
anyone  genuinely  interested. 

TUNE  IN  on  Woodbury's  every  Friday  evening  9:30 
P.  M.,  Eastern  Standard  Time  .  .  .  Leon  Belasco 
and  his  Orchestra  . .  .WABC  and  Columbia  Network. 



N  OT     JUST     A     SOAP.. 


When  leading  dermatologists  in  fourteen  large 
American  cities  opened  the  Nation-wide  Beauty 
Clinic,  they  found  that  many  women  were  not 
anxious  to  entrust  their  delicate  complexions 
to  any  soap,  no  matter  how  fine. 

54  of  the  612  women  who  took  part  in  the  Clinic 
said,  very  positively,  at  first,  "  I  cannot  use  soap 
on  my  skin.  It  is  too  dry  and  sensitive." 

"Yes,"  the  dermatologists  agreed,  "your  skin 
IS  dry.  It  IS  sensitive.  Certainly  you  could 
not  use  a  strong  or  harsh  soap.  But  .  .  .  every 
skin,  except  a  few  that  are  really  sick,  needs  a 
fine  soap.  Its  use  will  improve  the  tone  of  your 
skin  and  so  correct  that  abnormal  sensitiveness." 

So  these  54  women,  along  with  558  others,  took 
part  in  the  dermatologists'  "Half-face  Test." 
For  30  consecutive  days,  each  woman  went  on 
cleansing  the  left  side  of  her  face  with  her  usual 
soap,  cream  or  lotion.  On  the  right  side,  she 
used  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap. 

Clinical  skin  examinations  made  at  the  end  of 
the  test  revealed,  conclusively,  the  superior 
action  of  Woodbury's.  In  79%  of  the  cases,  the 
Woodbury  side  of  the  face  showed  a  marked 
improvement  over  the  side  treated  with  other, 
and  more  expensive,  preparations.  Even  nor- 
mally good  skins  were  clearer,  finer,  firmer, 
when  cared  for  with  Woodbury's. 

With  this  proof  before  you  of  what  Woodbury's 
can  do,  surely  you  want  to  try  it  on  YOUR 
skin.  A  "skin  you  love  to  touch"  is  "a  jewel 
beyond  price."  Yet  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap 
costs  but  2Si,  less  than  a  penny  a  day. 

John  H.  Woodbury,  Inc.,  814  Alfred  St.,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 
In  Canada,  John  H.  Woodbury,  Ltd.,  Perth,  Ontario 
I  would  like  advice  on  my  skin  condition  as  checked,  and 
samples  of  Woodbury's  Facial  Soap,  Woodbury's  Cold 
Cream,  Facial  Cream  and  Facial  Powder.  Also  copy  of 
"Index  to  Loveliness."  For  this  I  enclose  10^. 
Oily  Skin  O  Coarse  Pores  O  Blackheads    O 

Dry  Skin  O  Wrinkles  O  Sallow  Skin    O 

Flabby  Skin  O                Pimples  O 
For  sample  of  one  of  Woodbury's  Three  Famous  Shampoos, 
enclose   10  cents  additional  and   indicate   type  of  scalp. 
Normal  Scalp  O              Dry  Scalp  O              Oily  Scalp  O 
Na  trig. Street - — , 



1932,  John  H.  Woodbury.  Inc. 

Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast  from  Hollywood 



"Goodbye,  old  pal,"  said  Lil  to  Mary  at  Grand  Central  Station  recently 
when  Mary  Pickford  went  to  Hollywood  and  Lillian  Gish  stayed  in  New 
York.  The  girls  have  been  chums  for  years  and  years,  you  know.  Started 
way  back  in  the  old  Griffith  days  and  has  lasted  right  on  through  success. 
Although  you  haven't  seen  her  on  the  screen  for  a  long  time,  you'll  notice 
that  Lillian  is  as  prim  as  ever 

COME  new  pictures  had  just  come  into 
^Photoplay  office  and  were  lying  on  our 
desk.  One  of  the  girls  was  walking  by  and 
espied  the  top  one.  She  snatched  at  it  eagerly. 
"Oh,  lemme  see,"  she  begged.  And  then  she 
tossed  it  aside.  "It's  only  Jack.  I  thought  it 
was  Lionel." 

"\X7HEN  Marie  Dressier  returned 
»  "  to  her  chair  after  receiving  the 
award  for  the  best  acting  among  the 
women  for  this  year  at  the  Academy 
dinner,  her  waiter  leaned  over  and 
whispered  so  all  could  hear: 

"If  you  hadn't  won  there'd  have 
been  a  riot." 

Which  shows  what  the  waiters 
were  ready  to  do  about  it! 

•THEY  were  taking  scenes  for  "Tarzan"  at 
*■  Sherman  Lake.  Director  Van  Dyke  had 
hired  all  of  the  hippopotami  from  a  famous 
circus  to  add  local  color.  They  drove  the 
animals  into  the  lake. 

Two  weeks  later  they  were  trying  to  get 
them  out,  using  every  stunt  known  to  animal 
trainers  but  the  big  boys  refuse  to  budge. 
They  are  seriously  considering  using  derricks. 

And  the  movie  company  is  paying  $100  a 
day  for  them! 

They'll  have  to  cut  the  salaries  of  eight 
more  stars. 

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VV  THEN  Joan  Crawford  and  Douglas  Fair- 
W  banks  set  out  for  New  York  it  was 
Joan's  idea  that  she  would  browse  around  the 
shops  and  have  a  nice  rest.  Rest?  Her  two 
weeks'  stay  in  the  big  city  boasted  an  itinerary 
that  would  do  credit  to  Queen  Marie.  Every 
hour  of  the  day  was  filled ;  she  took  a  couple  of 
dozen  singing  lessons,  did  a  year's  shopping 
and  went  to  a  different  show  every  night. 

Wan  and  pale  she  stumbled  on  the  train  and 
caught  up  on  her  lost  sleep  in  Hollywood.  In- 
cidentally (and  here's  the  answer  to  all  you 
who  have  complained  about  the  over  slimness 
of  her  figure)  she  weighs  130  pounds.  That's 
partly  Doug's  doings  (who  has  never  approved 
of  her  being  so  thin)  and  partly  her  doctor's 
idea  (who  insists  that  she  eat  three  square 
meals  a  day). 

(~\V  course,  she  and  Doug  never  stepped  out 
^^on  the  street  without  being  followed  by  a 
horde  of  fans.  One  girl  found  out  what  theater 
they  were  attending  and  was  on  hand  every 
evening.  Another  waited  outside  the  hotel 
door  from  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning  until 
Joan  appeared.  Others  solved  the  problem  of 
hearing  Joan's  voice  on  the  phone  by  telling 
the  clerk  that  the  studio  was  calling.  But  that 
racket  didn't  work  long. 

Joan  is  the  most  self-conscious  star  in  Holly- 
wood. She  is  so  frightened  of  meeting  people 
that  when  she  knows  she  has  to  go  through  the 
ordeal  she  does  not  eat  for  hours  before.  Per- 
haps the  funniest  trick  she  pulled  was  when 
she  introduced  Sir  Hubert  and  Lady  Wilkins 
to  her  mother-in-law.  Knowing  their  names 
perfectly,  Joan  was  so  flustered  that  her 
tongue  refused  to  obey  and  she  presented  them 
as  "  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wilkes.'* 



•*"*  Mary  Duncan  and  her  secretly  married 
husband,  Lewis  Wood,  have  decided  to  sepa- 
rate. .  .  .  Kenneth  Harlan  (who  used  to  be 
married  to  Marie  Prevost)  is  in  Reno.  And 
you  know  what  that  means.  He's  planning  a 
divorce  from  his  third  wife,  Doris  Booth.  .  .  . 
And  they're  saying  that  all  is  not  well  with 
the  Rudy  Vallees  (she  used  to  be  Fay  Webb) 
but  it  isn't  true.  .  .  .  Dorothy  Dwan,  who 
was  once  Mrs.  Larry  Semon  and  once  Tom 
Mix's  leading  woman,  is  the  mother  of  a  baby 
boy.  She  is  now  Mrs.  Paul  Boggs  and  hasn't 
been  on  the  screen  for  years.  .  .  .  Elise  Bart- 
lett,  Joseph  Schildkraut's  ex-wife,  is  married 
to  Book  Publisher  Horace  Liveright.  .  .  . 
There's  a  new  boy  friend  for  Loretta  Young 
every  month.  Last  name  mentioned  is  Leslie 
Fenton's.  .  .  .  Buddy  Rogers'  brother  (it's 
hard  to  believe  but  his  first  name  is  Bh)  is 
being  sued  for  divorce  by  his  bride  of  only  a 
year,  Marajen  Stevick.  .  .  .  Maureen  O'Sul- 
livan  and  Eddie  Quillan  have  been  seen  around 
the  best  places.  .  .  .  And  also  Roberta  Gale 
and  John  Darrow.  .  .  .  Sister  Connie  got  a 
Marquis  so  Joan  wanted  one,  too.  Her  boy 
friend's  last  name  is  Markey.  First  name  Gene. 
.  .  .  And  it's  wedding  bells  pronto  for  John 
Considine  and  Carmen  Pantages.  .  .  .  Mae 
McAvoy  is  tatting  tiny  garments.  .  .  .  Linda 
Watkins  and  Erwin  Gelsey  are  going  together, 
but  Linda  has  a  new  beau  every  few  days.  .  .  . 
And  then  there  is  Sidney  Fox  and  David 
Lewis,  a  junior  exec  at  Paramount.  .  .  .  And 
don't  let  anybody  kid  you,  the  Lupe  Yelez- 
Jack  Gilbert  romance  is  still  going  strong  since 
their  return  from  Europe.  .  .  .  Sally  Blane 
and  Richard  Cromwell  are  crazy  about  each 


"I  want  to  stay  in  Hollywood  to  be 
near  my  husband,"  said  Mae  Murray. 
And  this  time  several  months  ago  she 
was  saying  all  sorts  of  things  about 
him  in  legal  papers.  This  picture 
shows  Mae  and  bee-stung  lip  coming 
back  to  Hollywood 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


makers  of 
Vicks  VapoRub 


A  INew  i  Ian  for 
better  Control- of- Colds 

Made  Possible  by  the 
Development  of  a 
New  Product  Based 
on  a  New  Idea  for 
Prevention  of  Colds 


A  third  of  a  century  ago,  Luns- 
ford  Richardson,  Sr.,  a  North 
Carolina  druggist,  developed  a 
new  idea  in  treating  colds  — 
and  with  it  Vicks  VapoRub. 
Now,  after  years  of  research, 
Vick  chemists  have  developed 
a  new  idea  in  preventing  colds 
—and  with  it  Vicks  Nose  and 
Throat  Drops.  These  two  are 
companion  products— they  aid 
and  supplement  each  other. 
Together,  they  make  possible 
the  Vick  Plan  for  better  "Con- 
trol-of-Colds"  in  the  home. 


1.  before  a  Cold  Starts 

At  that  first  sneezy,  scratchy  irritation  of  the  nose  or  upper  throat- 
Nature's  unmistakable  warning  that  you  are  "catching  cold"— use 
Vicks  Nose  Drops  promptly  as  directed.  Many  colds  can  be  checked 
at  this  stage  and  bad  colds  avoided. 

If  you  catch  cold  easily,  the  wise  plan  is  to  use  just  a  few  Vicks 
Nose  Drops  up  each  nostril  after  exposure  to  any  particular  condi- 
tion that  your  own  experience  tells  you  is  apt  to  give  you  a  cold 

for  instance,  a  night  on  a  Pullman— a  dusty  automobile  ride— over- 
smoking—over-heated,  over-crowded  rooms,  etc.,  etc.— and  you  feel 
the  slightest  stuffiness  of  the  nasal  passages.  Vicks  Drops  are  espe- 
cially designed  to  aid  the  nose— Nature's  "preventor"  of  colds— when 
over-taxed  by  such  emergencies  of  our  artificial  present-day  living. 

2.  After  a  Cold  Starts 

At  night,  massage  the  throat  and  chest  well  with  Vicks  VapoRub 
(now  available  in  white  "stainless"  form,  if  you  prefer).  Spread  on 
thick  and  cover  with  warm  flannel.  Leave  the  bed-clothing  loose 
around  the  neck  so  that  the  medicated  vapors  arising  can  be  inhaled 
all  night  long.  During  the  day— any  time,  any  place— use  Vicks  Nose 
Drops  as  needed  for  ease  and  comfort.  (If  there  is  a  cough,  you 
will  like  another  new  Vick  product— a  Cough  Drop  actually  medi- 
cated with  ingredients  of  Vicks  VapoRub.) 

This  gives  you  full  24-hour  treatment  without  the  risks  of  too 
much  internal  "dosing,"  which  so  often  upsets  the  digestion— espe- 
cially of  children  —  and  lowers  body  strength  when  Nature  most  needs 
it  to  resist  disease.  DonVdose"  colds  except  on  your  doctor's  advice. 


We  believe  that  these  two  products  —  used  as  directed 
in  the  Vick  Plan  for  better  "Control -of- Colds"— will 
greatly  reduce  your  family's  "Colds-Tax"  in  money,  loss 
of  time  and  health.  We  believe  this  so  strongly  that 
we  have  authorized  all  druggists  to  sell  Vicks  Drops  to 
any  user   of  Vicks  VapoRub  on   trial— to  refund  the 

purchase  price  if  you  do  not  find  the  Vick  Plan  for 
"Control-of-Colds"  more  than  satisfactory  in  your  home. 


•&  m  •%.  JP-m^v^-s^J 


Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast 


PI 'HERE'S  a  tiny  restaurant  in  Hollywood 
-*-  which  boasts  Greta  Garbo's  patronage.  It's 
The  Canary  Cottage,  specializing  in  sixty-five 
and  eighty- five  cent  dinners.  And  Garbo's 
favorite  dish,  as  always,  is  beefsteak  and 

JACKIE  COOPER  was  dining  with  Louis  B. 
J  Mayer  and  his  family.  The  producer  asked 
the  lad's  preference  in  foods.  "Spaghetti," 
Jackie  ordered  promptly. 

The  Mayer  chef  immediately  prepared  the 
dish  with  a  great  culinary  flourish.  Jackie  ate 
silently.  Finally,  L.  B.  asked,  "Well,  how's 
that  spaghetti,  Jackie?" 

"  Huh.  My  grandmother  can  make  it  better 
than  that  any  day." 

HERE'S  what's  happening  along  the  Holly- 
wood financial  front. 

Salaries  are  being  cut,  options  are  not  being 
renewed.  Honestly,  the  poor  stars  don't  know 
where  their  next  caviar  canape  is  coming  from 
and  maybe  some  of  the  pitiful  darlings  can 
have  only  seven  new  diamond  bracelets  this 

John  Barrymore,  who  used  to  get  $200,000 
a  picture  receives  a  mere  $125,000  now. 

They  were  willing  to  renew  Adolphe  Men- 
jou's  contract  if  he'd  take  a  cut.  He  wouldn't 
and,  thumbing  his  nose  in  the  grand  Menjou 
manner,  sailed  for  Europe. 

Marguerite   Churchill  was  making  $750  a 

week.  Her  next  option  called  for  $1,000. 
When  they  said  they'd  keep  her  at  the  old 
figure,  Marguerite  said,  "Not  this  old  figure," 
and  went  a-freelancing. 

If  Lil  Dagover's  "The  Woman  from  Monte 
Carlo"  drags  the  money  out  of  your  pocket — 
and  yours  and  yours,  the  studio  will  bring  her 
back  for  another.    But  they're  waiting  to  see. 

"""THERE'S  not  enough  box-office  to  carry 
■*■  Winnie  Lightner's  salary.  She  makes  one 
more  picture  and  quits.  Anna  May  Wong  is 
gone  from  the  Paramount  list — they  thought 
$750  a  week  too  much  to  pay  her. 

Radio  Pictures  wanted  Ivan  Lebedeff  to  take 
a  cut.  Drawing  himself  up  to  his  full  Russian 
height  and  clicking  his  heels  and  his  teeth  to- 
gether he  refused  grandly.  Now  he's  free- 
lancing, too. 

And  there  are  a  lot  more  who  will  have  their 
salaries  slashed  before  this  depression  is  over. 

/^\NE  of  the  swellest  interviews  we've  read 
^^in  a  long  time  was  that  between  Charlie 
Chaplin's  two  boys,  Sydney  and  Charlie,  Jr., 
and  a  reporter  on  the  London  News  Chronidc. 
And  did  those  lads  spill  devastating  personal 

Sydney  declared,  "Daddy  isn't  really  so 
very  funny.  I  like  Punch  and  Judy  shows 
better  because  you  get  more  action."  And  he 
went  on  to  say  that  his  father  "wasn't  so  very 
funny  in  'City  Lights'  but  it  was  better  than 
his  other  films.  He  didn't  throw  pies,  you  see." 
Then,  afraid  that  his  words  would  be  miscon- 

strued Che  knew  about  Hollywood  rumors), 
he  added  hastily: 

"People  get  the  wrong  impression  of  dad. 
It's  not  good  style  to  throw  pies,  but  he  only 
does  it  in  the  films.  He  never  throws  pies  at 

Charlie,  Jr.,  didn't  have  much  to  say.  He 
simply  told  the  reporter  that  he  wanted  to  be  a 
lion  tamer. 

TN  a  court  row  with  her  lawyer,  Dolores  Del 
-*-Rio  said  Edwin  Carewe  was  her  "worst 

And  less  than  a  year  ago,  Dolores  told  a 
writer,  with  tears  in  her  eyes,  that  she  could 
never  forget  what  Director  Carewe  had  done 
for  her  in  bringing  her  to  this  country  and 
giving  her  an  opportunity. 

And  before  that  Dolores  and  Carewe  toured 
Europe  in  the  same  party. 

And  shortly  before  that  Eddie  Carewe  was 
supposed  to  be  the  cause  of  the  trouble  between 
Dolores  and  Jaime  Del  Rio. 

And  before  that — Carewe  was  introducing 
her  to  Hollywood  and  using  all  of  his  then-great 
influence  to  break  a  path  through  the  stiff 
barriers  before  her. 

A/TARLENE  DIETRICH'S  former  German 
■'■"■'■understudy,  Tala  Birrell,  is  in  Hollywood. 
She's  better  known  abroad  than  Marlene.  .  .  . 
Connie  Bennett  has  had  the  same  maid  for 
nine  years  and  the  same  chauffeur,  waitress 
and  cook  since  she  came  to  Hollywood.  .  .  . 
Joe  E.  Brown's  chest  is  hairless.    When  he  was 

Hundreds  of  readers  said  they  liked  working  out  the  jig-saw  puzzle  we  ran  in  the  December  issue.  So  here's  another  grand 
one  with  which  to  while  away  those  long  winter  evenings.  The  idea  is  to  cut  out  the  pieces  with  a  scissors,  following  the  out- 
lines carefully.  Then  spread  out  a  large  piece  of  stiff  paper  and  assemble  the  two  heads  on  it.  You'll  find  it  easier  to  paste 
them  down  as  you  fit  piece  to  piece.    Both  of  these  are  men.    One  is  your  newest  heart  throb  and  the  other  is  a  suave  actor. 

of  Hollywood  Goings-On! 

cast  in  a  role  that  demanded  he  look  like  a  big, 
husky  guy,  make-up  man  Perc  Westmore 
made  him  a  "chest  wig."  .  .  .  Richard  Dix 
won  the  first  domestic  argument.  Rich  wanted 
to  live  in  an  apartment.  Wifie  Winnie  wanted 
to  have  a  house.  But  they're  living  in  the 
swankiest  apartment  house  in  Hollywood.  .  .  . 
George  Bancroft  has  joined  Garbo.  No,  not 
actually.  He's  just  turned  recluse  and  doesn't 
go  to  parties  anymore.  .  .  .  Karen  Morley 
hates  to  wear  hats  and  doesn't  except  when 
she  has  to.  .  .  .  Carole  Lombard  has  a  new 
mink  coat  and  a  sable  neck-piece.  Hubby  Bill 
Powell  gave  them  to  her  for  Christmas.  .  .  . 
Fredric  March  works  at  the  studio  in  the  day 
time.  His  wife,  Florence  Eldridge,  works  at 
the  theater  at  flight.  They  see  each  other  at 
luncheon.  .  .  .  Director  Jack  Ford  is  discon- 
solate. Somebody  stole  the  Photoplay  gold 
medal  he  was  awarded  for  directing  "Four 
Sons,"  the  best  picture  of  1928.  All  the  de- 
tectives in  Hollywood  are  looking  for  it.  .  .  . 
Tallulah  Bankhead  never  walked  an  unneces- 
sary step  in  New  York.  But  in  Hollywood  she 
and  young  Richard  Cromwell  took  a  three-mile 
hike.  .  .  .  Lola  Lane  and  Lew  Ayres  get 
along  great.  Lew  likes  the  dark  meat  of  the 
chicken,  Lola  the  neck  and  wings  and  that 
leaves  the  white  meat  for  company.  .  .  . 
When  Nancy  Carroll  was  arrested  in  New  York 
for  breaking  a  traffic  law  she  was  so  flustered 
she  said  she  was  Nancy  Carroll  Kirkland. 
That  hasn't  been  her  name  since  she  divorced 
Author  Jack  Kirkland  and  married  Editor 
Bolton  Mallory. 

A  CERTAIN  famous  New  York  hairdresser 
■■  was  in  a  rage  a  few  weeks  ago  to  read  in  a 
newspaper  that  he  was  responsible  for  a  per- 
manent wave  of  Norma  Talmadge's  hair  which 
made  her  resemble  nothing  so  much  as  a  Fiji 

The  truth  of  the  matter  was  that  he  had 
given  Norma  the  wave  but  she  refused  to  let 
him  set  it  afterwards,  saying  she  liked  to  do 
that  herself,  with  the  consequence  that  her 
hair  stood  out  like  a  porcupine's  bristles,  when 
she  was  seen  at  lunch  at  a  prominent  cafe  half 
an  hour  later. 

TIT  ALTER  HUSTON  wasdiscuss- 
* "  ing  a  thirty  foot  fall  from  a 
scaffolding  on  a  picture  set. 

"Did  all  your  sins  flash  through 
your  mind  while  you  were  falling?"  a 
friend  inquired. 

"Great  Scott!  I  said  I  fell  thirty 
feet,  not  miles,"  Huston  answered. 

"rT"'HE  New  Gretna  Green,"  a  yarn  you'll  find 
■*■  in  this  month's  Photoplay,  tells  all  about 
the  movie  marriages  that  take  place  in  Yuma, 
Arizona.  Maybe  if  the  stars  who  elope  to  this 
little  Western  town  knew  about  the  first 
elopement  that  took  place  there  and  its  disas- 
trous ending  they'd  think  twice.  Harry  Carr 
tells  the  story  in  the  Los  A  ngclcs  Times  Maga- 

Her  name  was  Juanita,  the  first  Yuma 
eloper,  and  she  was  a  beautiful,  sloe-eyed 
senorita.    Her  groom  was  a  gay  and  handsome 

blade  but  old  true  love  got  to  running  in 
circles  and  one  night  the  groom  said,  "I've 
got  a  notion  to  cut  out  your  heart."  Where- 
upon Juanita,  with  a  simple  twist  of  the  wrist, 
whipped  a  knife  out  of  her  stocking  and  cut 
his  heart  out  instead.    Just  a  sweet  girl ! 

'"THERE'S  a  very,  very  naughty  burlesque 
■*■  show  on  Main  Street  in  Los  Angeles  called 
"The  Follies."  It's  Parisian,  you  know,  and 
sort  of — well,  not  the  kind  of  place  you'd  take 
your  grandmother. 

But  what  do  you  suppose?  Mary  Brian  was 
there  one  evening — wearing  a  wig. 

According  to  Mary  this  comes  under  the 
general  heading  of  Searching  for  Sophistication. 

"D  Y  the  grace  of  heaven  and  the  gods  of  the 
■"-^cinema  "The  Greeks  Had  a  Word  for 
Them"  is  ready  for  release.  And  they're  call- 
ing the  sets  where  the  piece  was  filmed  "the 
battle  fields." 

First,  all  the  women  players,  Ina  Claire, 
Joan  Blondell  and  Madge  Evans  objected  to 
the  Chanel  designed  clothes  and  they  had  to 
be  remade. 

Then,  three  times  during  production  actor- 
director  Lowell  Sherman  walked  off  the  set 
swearing  by  his  waxed  moustache  that  he'd 
never  return.  The  reason  for  the  walk-off s  was 
supervisor  interference.  The  bosses  would  look 
at  his  stuff,  shake  their  heads  and  say,  "No, 
we  don't  like  it  that  way.  We  want  Ina  Claire 
in  a  soft  and  creamy  mood." 

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This  isn't  a  contest,  you  know.    There  are  no  awards  or  prizes  offered  for  the  completed  faces,  so  please  don't  send  them  to 

Photoplay.    It's  just  a  bit  of  nonsense  that's  a  lot  of  fun  to  work  out — a  cure  for  insomnia  or  a  way  to  keep  the  boy  friend 

entertained.    Here  are  two  of  the  fairest  girls  of  the  screen,  although  you  can't  tell  it  with  their  faces  all  cut  up  like  this.  One 

is  a  "hey-hey"  girl  who  went  dramatic  and  the  other  is  a  young  divorcee.    Get  busy  and  put  them  together  again 



Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 



ISol  a  year  of  depression?  Not 
for  Tangee,  the  World's  Most  Famous  Lip- 
stick, and  Rouge!  More  Tangee  was  used  in 
1930  than  in  the  prosperous  days  of  '29,  and 
even  more  last  year  than  ever  before! 

Natural  color individual,  for  your 

complexion  .  .  .  soothing,  waterproof  and  per- 
manent .  .  .  these  are  the  reasons  you,  too,  will 
prefer  Tangee. 

Tangee  Gives  You  Natural  Color 

Because  it  is  based  on  a  marvelous  color  prin- 
ciple, entirely  different  from  any  other  lipstick 
.  .  .  Tangee  actually  changes  color  after  you 
apply  it,  and  blends  perfectly  with  your  own 
natural,  individual  coloring,  whether  blonde, 
brunette  or  red-head ! 

Tangee  leaves  no  greasy  smear  or 
glaring,  flashy  color.  Its  solidified  cream  base 
soothes,  softens  and  protects  !  Tangee  stays  on 
all  day!  No  constant  making-up!  Economical, 
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Cal  York's  Monthly  Broadcast 
From  Hollywood 


r~*  ARY  COOPER  may  be  nursing  a  broken 
^-'heart  but  his  flight  into  Egypt  isn't  a 
lonely  one.  He  is  in  a  party  which  includes 
Captain  White,  the  archaeologist,  Woolworth 
Donovan,  grandson  to  the  Woolworth  and 
Countess  di  Frasso.  Yes,  the  Countess  is  the 
latest  woman  in  whom  Gary  is  supposed  to  be 
interested.  Gary  is  sick  of  Hollywood  and  will 
be  gone  longer  than  any  of  you  think. 

ONE  of  Jimmy  Cagney's  best 
friends  tells  this  yarn.  Seems 
Jimmy  was  afraid  for  his  mother  to 
see  that  gruesome  ending  of  "The 
Public  Enemy" — the  ending  that 
spoiled  your  sleep  for  a  week.  So  he 
wrote  his  brothers  and  told  them  to 
keep  his  mother  away  from  the  show 
when  it  played  the  home  town. 

But  his  mother  slipped  off,  saw  it 
and  wrote  to  Jimmy,  "They  could 
have  done  much  more  with  that  pic- 
ture.    The  ending  was  weak." 

"KTOW  everybody  knows  why  Jimmie  Dunn 
■*■  ^  was  so  burned  up  when  the  story  of  his 
engagement  to  Molly  O'Day  got  into  print, 
and  why  he  denied  it  so  vehemently.  June 
Knight  is  the  real  love  in  Jimmie's  life  and 
when  she  came  to  Hollywood  to  fill  a  dancing 
engagement  at  the  Roosevelt  Hotel,  Jimmie 
had  a  lot  of  explaining  to  do. 

Well,  the  explaining  was  to  the  effect  that 
he  and  Molly  had  known  each  other  since  they 
were  kids  and,  both  being  Irish  and  all  that, 
and  love  never  being  a  question  they  simply 
palled  around  together  for  a  spell.  June  be- 
lieved him  and  that  makes  everything  dandy. 
She  thinks  Jimmie  is  a  swell  guy. 

T  ILA  LEE  has  recovered  from  two  ailments 
-'■"' — the  nervous  breakdown  that  sent  her  to  a 
sanitarium  in  Arizona  and  later  to  Tahiti;  and 
her  love  for  Johnny  Farrow.  And  Hollywood 
is  rejoicing  on  both  counts. 

As  Lila  returns,  writer  and  man-about- town 
Johnny  goes  to  Europe.  It  was  he,  you  remem- 
ber, who  was  Dolores  Del  Rio's  steady  beau 
before  she  married  Cedric  Gibbons.  And  it  was 
also  he  who  played  around  with  Maureen 
O'Sullivan  while  Lila  was  in  the  sanitarium. 
Then  there  was  a  Pasadena  society  woman 
who  cut  in  on  the  Hollywood  belles  for  a  time. 

And  yet  not  a  woman  went  to  the  boat  to  see 
Johnny  off.  He  said  he  wasn't  returning.  So 
long  Johnny! 

TTERE'S  Lew  Cody's  latest  story. 
^*-  Seems  there  were  seven 
Scotchmen  who  went  into  a  livery 
stable  to  rent  a  horse  and  buggy. 

"Why,  it's  impossible,"  said  the 
livery  stable  man.  "Seven  of  you 
in  one  buggy!" 

"Oh,  that's  all  right,"  said  the 
Scots,  "we've  all  got  whips." 

"TOM  MIX  says  he  won't  make  a  picture  in 
■*-  which  he  has  to  smoke,  drink  or  use  a 
revolver.  He  doesn't  want  his  kid  audience  to 
get  bad  ideas.  .  .  .  Six  women  fainted  from 
emotion  when  Lawrence  Tibbett  sang  at  a 
benefit  ball  in  Baltimore.  .  .  .  Maurice  Che- 
valier's wife, Yvonne,  is  back  in  Hollywood  to 

quiet  those  rumors  about  Maurice — or  some- 
thing. .  .  .  Buddy  Rogers  and  Flo  Ziegfeld 
are  holding  conferences.  Buddy  may  go  in  the 
new  show.  .  .  .  Buster  Keaton  is  leaning  over 
backwards  to  give  Jimmy  Durante  the  breaks 
in  "Her  Cardboard  Lover."  So  they  can't  say 
Buster  is  jealous  of  another  comedian.  .  .  . 
The  Siamese  twins  playing  in  "Freaks"  are 
that  way  about  Bob  Montgomery.  But  the 
one  on  the  left  likes  him  the  best. 

npHEY  were  discussing  the  over- 
•*■  production  of  wheat.     "It's  ter- 
rible,"  Robert   Woolsey   said  woe- 

"But  it  might  be  worse,"  Bert 
Wheeler  piped  up  cheerfully.  "Just 
suppose  it  were  spinach!" 

JACKIE  SEARL,  "the  kid  you'd  love  to 
J  spank,"  is  going  to  be  a  good  boy  in  his  next 
one.  Another  villain  gone  ga-ga.  .  .  .  Eddie 
Robinson  is  off  to  Paris  to  study  the  under- 
world there  seeking  local  color.    A  lot  of  folks 

do  it  but  don't  have  Eddie's  alibi \nn 

Harding  gave  drawn-work  handkerchiefs  to  all 
her  friends  for  Christmas.  She  made  them  her- 
self between  scenes  of  "Prestige".  .  .  .  Lon 
Chaney's  fan  mail  is  still  enormous.  It  is  all 
from  foreign  countries  and  the  writers  ask 
when  he's  going  to  play  in  another  picture.  .  .  . 
Madge  Evans  has  never  had  a  make-up  test. 
Cameramen  say  she  has  the  "perfect  photo- 
graphic face."  ...  A  second  son  of  a  famous 
English  family  makes  a  good  living  instructing 
directors  and  actors  in  correct  English  atmos- 
phere for  the  smart  pictures. 

ANN  HARDING  complained  for  a  week, 
■*  ^before  she  left  California  on  location,  of 
"neuritis"  in  her  shoulder.  She  had  no  idea  it 
was  dislocated  until  it  became  so  painful  at 
Jacksonville,  Florida,  that  she  left  the  train  to 
see  a  doctor. 

She  thinks  it  must  have  been  out  of  place  at 
least  ten  days  earlier  while  working  in  the  fake 
jungle  on  the  back  lot  of  the  RKO-Pathe 
studios  on  scenes  for  "Prestige."  This  entire 
picture  describes  the  effect  the  Chinese  jungle 
has  upon  a  woman  and  her  husband.  RKO- 
Pathe  scouts  could  discover  no  jungles  com- 
parable to  the  Chinese  ones  in  California.  So 
they  sent  the  whole  company  to  Florida. 

GABLE'S  Beauty  Salon  across  from  the 
Paramount  Studio  has  doubled  its  business 
since  the  sudden  popularity  of  Clark  Gable. 
Somehow  the  impression  has  circulated 
throughout  the  neighborhood  that  the  shop  is 
operated  or  financed  by  "What-A-Man" 
Gable  and  that  he  may  drop  in  any  minute. 
There  is  a  large  framed  picture  of  Clark, 
placed  in  the  shop  by  the  shrewd  owner  of  the 
establishment,  who  incidentally  has  never  seen 
the  Great  Moment. 

"  W/OMEN  are  all  alike,"  muses  Lew  Cody, 
^*  with  a  knowing  gleam  in  his  right  eye 
and  a  lift  of  his  lift  eyebrow.  And  then  he  tells 
about  the  time  he  went  through  San  Quentin 
prison  recently.  There  he  saw  Clara  Phillips 
(in  for  life),  and  she  greeted  him  like  this: 
"Oh,  Mr.  Cody,  I'm  so  sorry  you  came  today. 
I've  just  washed  my  hair  and  it  looks  terrible." 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

T\  TELL,  little  Jean  Harlow  got  her  way — 
•^  part  way. 

She  was  very  upset  about  that  measly  $350 
producer  Howard  Hughes  paid  her  while  he 
was  renting  her  platinum  locks  for  four  figures. 
So,  when  her  checks  arrived  by  mail  each  week, 
she  just  didn't  cash  them.  Then,  she  cashed 
them  all  at  once  and  dashed  to  New  York  on 
the  accumulation. 

Only,  she's  gotten  a  promise.  After  this,  she 
gets  half  of  what  Hughes  gets  above  her  $350 
a  week! 

"TTOLLYWOOD'S  favorite  sport  of  the  mo- 
■^■ment  is  polo  .  .  .  Clark  Gable,  Bob  Mont- 
gomery, Jack  Holt,  Ricardo  Cortez  and  Big 
Boy  Williams  are  all  good  players.  .  .  .  Job- 
yna  Howland  who  weighs — well,  more  than 
Marie  Dressier — wears  a  white,  form  fitting 
athletic  sweat  shirt  at  the  studio.  .  .  ;  Anna 
May  Wong  has  never  been  to  China.  .  .  . 
Roland  Young's  hobby  is  collecting  china 
penguins  ...  He  now  has  over  300.  .  .  ; 
Eddie  Robinson  made  more  money  for  the 
Warner  Brothers  than  any  other  of  their  stars. 
.  .  .  Jack  Pickford  is  almost  well  again,  after  a 
nervous  breakdown  that  almost  cost  him  his 
life.  .  .  .  And  Barbara  Stanwyck  is  going  to 
do  the  old  Colleen  Moore  role  in  a  talkie 
version  of  "So  Big." 

The  Shadow  Stage 

The  National  Guide  to  Motion  Pictures 

(REG.  tl.  S.  PAT.  OFF.) 



SEE  this  if  for  no  other  reason  than  to  chortle 
over  ZaSu  Pitts  as  the  flustered  telephone 
operator — she's  grand.  This  is  another  mys- 
tery with  a  double  murder  and  two  suicides 
i oh,  you  get  used  to  them  dropping  around!). 
You'll  probably  spot  the  murderer  before  the 
showdown,  but  it's  entertaining.  Una  Merkel 
is  an  amateur  sleuth,  William  Collier,  Jr.,  the 
deeply  involved  hero. 

MEN  OF  CHANCE— Radio  Pictures 

A  SMOOTH,  snappy  story  that  moves  along 
■*»■  at  a  brisk  pace.  The  plot  of  the  woman 
who  betrays  her  gambler  husband  is  an  old  one, 
but  here  it  has  a  certain  spontaneity  that  holds 
the  interest  to  the  end.  Ricardo  Cortez  as 
Johnny  Silk  of  the  race-track  gives  a  clean-cut 
performance.  Mary  Astor  as  the  bogus  count- 
ess is  thoroughly  believable.    Worth  seeing. 

FORBIDDEN— Columbia 

BARBARA  STANWYCK,  Adolphe  Menjou 
■'-'and  Ralph  Bellamy  contribute  fine  per- 
formances to  a  gloomy  "wages  of  sin"  story. 
Barbara,  in  trusting  youth  and  disillusioned 
middle  age,  is  the  unwed  mother  who  sacrifices 
herself  and  child  to  her  lover's  political  career. 
A  chance  to  see  this  new  and  interesting  lead- 
ing man,  Bellamy,  in  a  role  where  he's  not  blind 
or  crippled.  Great  for  those  who  like  their 
tragedy  straight. 


A  COMPETENT  cast  struggle  hard  with  a 
•*  *■  weak,  incoherent  story,  silly  dialogue  and 
careless  direction.  Many  situations  are  left 
unexplained  and  border  on  the  ridiculous. 
Alexander  Kirkland,  as  the  mad  musician, 
tries  hard  but  brings  little  sincerity  to  the  part. 
Ralph  Bellamy  and  Violet  Heming,  whose 
voice  is  lovely,  handle  their  parts  adequately. 


The  new  favorite  for 
washing  fine  silks— 

Ivory  Snow  is  pure  Ivory  Soap!  And 
dissolves  in  lukewarm  water! 

This  combination  of  two  unrivaled 
virtues  means  perfect  safety  and 
speed  when  you  wash  fine  things. 

No  need  for  hot  water  with  Ivory 
Snow.  No  waiting  for  suds.  Just 
lukewarm  water,  Ivory  Snow,  and 
swish — every  tiny  Snow-pearl  is  a 
fluff  of  suds.  No  undissolved  soap 
left  to  cling  to  the  fabric. 

For  chiffon  stockings,  or  fine  lin- 
gerie, for  6oft  little  baby  woolens — 
perfect  safety!  And  if  you  try  Ivory 

Snow  for  dishes,  you'll  have  a  pleas- 
ant surprise.  Such  suds — a  regular 
beauty-bath  for  your  hands! 

You  can  use  Ivory  Snow  gener- 
ously too,  for  the  big  15^  box  con- 
tains enough  pure  Ivory  to  protect 
hundreds  of  dollars  worth  of  fine 
clothes  through  many  silk-and-wool 

Silk  and  woolen 

manufacturers  agree 

"A  perfect  soap  for  silks,"  say 
Mallinson,  Cheney  Brothers  and 
Truhu.  "The  ideal  soap  for  woolens," 
say  the  weavers  of  the  fine  Biltmore 
Handwoven  Homespuns,  the  makers 
of  downy  Mariposa  blankets  and  the 
Botany  Worsted  Mills,  leading  wool- 
en manufacturers,  to  mention  only 
a  few. 

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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

THE  BIG  SHOT—RKO-Pathe  writer  fails  him  miserably.     Minna  Gombell 

ArowAi  rjj'    /->    ii  u-  i  j      and  Roscoe  Ates  are  satisfactory.   Story  is  one 

TYPICAL  Eddie  Quillan  vehicle  crammed     of  those  rcvcnge  things  with  O'Brien  doing  the 

impossible  to  save  pretty  Cecelia  Parker,  but 

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A  laxative  should  limit  its  action  to  the  intes- 

It  should  not  rush  the  food  through  the 

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It  should  be  safe — and  not  be  absorbed  by 
the  system. 

It  should  be  mild  and  gentle. 

It  should  not  irritate  and  over-stimulate  the 

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It  should  not  be  habit-forming. 

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And  it  is  the  special  Ex-Lax  way  of  com- 
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Ex-Lax  acts  by  gently  stimulating  the  bowels 
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TYPICAL  Eddie  Quillan  vehicle,  crammed 
full  of  clean  entertainment.  He  is  the 
small-town  boy,  forever  trying  to  put  over 
business  in  a  big  way.  Eventually  he  does. 
And  you  will  like  him  doing  it.  Maureen 
O'Sullivan  is  the  charming  girl  whom  he  finally 
wins.  Belle  Bennett  is  the  mother,  and  Arthur 
Stone  is  excellent. 


TTHIS  snaps  into  a  fine  start  but  slumps  to  an 
•*-  indifferent  ending,  although  it's  amusing. 
Give  Brook  vacillates  between  wife  and  seduc- 
tive siren.  Vivienne  Osborne  is  splendid  as  the 
wife;  Juliette  Compton  an  alluring  side-interest 
and  Charlie  Ruggles  an  amusing  hen-pecked 
husband.     Well  worth  an  evening. 

Willis  Kent  Prod. 

\A  ELODRAMA  that  will  satisfy  any  aver- 
^■'■age  audience.  In  this  case,  a  Chinaman 
becomes  the  benefactor  and  rescues  a  girl. 
Later  it  costs  him  his  life,  in  a  manner  that 
gives  you  a  lump  in  your  throat.  Phyllis  Bar- 
rington  is  the  pretty  girl,  and  Johnny  Harron 
her  sweetheart.  Jason  Robards,  as  the  kind- 
hearted  Chinaman,  is  excellent. 



ANOTHER  little  girl  adopts  a  bachelor 
daddy.  And  the  usual  fun  begins.  The 
plot's  stale,  but  the  lines  are  sparkling,  al- 
though risque  in  places.  It  has  Slim  Summer- 
ville's  grin,  ZaSu  Pitts'  waving  hands  and 
Cora  Sue  Collins.  Wait  till  you  see  Cora  Sue. 
Just  four,  and  walks  away  with  everything. 
Put  this  down  for  a  blue  day.  You'll  get  a 
laugh  out  of  it. 

DEVIL  ON  DECK—Thrill-O-Drama 

NOTHING  particularly  new  about  this 
story  or  the  handling.  A  young  girl  is 
shanghaied  aboard  a  ship  and  finally  killed. 
Her  brother  plots  revenge.  The  wicked  captain 
finally  meets  his  fate.  Molly  O'Day  is  the 
leading  lady  and  June  Marlowe  the  ill-fated 
girl.  Reed  Howes  is  the  likable  leading  man 
and  Wheeler  Oakman  a  good  villain.  Rather 

MAKER  OF  MEN— Columbia 

NOW  the  coaches  are  getting  a  hand  in  foot- 
ball pictures!  Here  a  coach  grooms  his  son 
for  football  glories,  only  to  have  the  boy  quit. 
It's  an  appealing  story,  due  to  the  fine  work  of 
Richard  Cromwell  as  the  son — but  it  will  drag 
a  little  for  you  who  are  not  rabid  football  fans. 
Jack  Holt  makes  a  convincingly  domineering 

THE  STRUGGLE— United  Artists 

OLD  Demon  Prohibition  Rum  makes  bum 
out  of  honest  working  man.  Papa,  full 
of  red-eye,  gets  D.  T.'s  and  chases  tiny  tot 
around  ruined  garret,  a  la  Lillian  Gish  while 
audience  snickers  at  phony  thunderstorm. 
"Father,  Dear  Father,  Come  Home  With 
Me  Now"  and  "The  Face  on  the  Barroom 
Floor"  done  in  the  manner  and  with  the 
technique  of  the  early  Biograph  pictures.  New 
invention  of  talking  pictures  makes  characters 
actually  talk.  Sodden  wreck  rolls  in  gutter 
while  radio  squeaks  "Abide  With  Me."  It's 
all  too  sad.  Hal  Skelly  tried  hard  to  save  it, 
but  even  his  good  work  was  of  no  avail.  Di- 
rected by  D.  W.  Griffith,  who  sixteen  years 
ago  made  "The  Birth  of  a  Nation." 


WESTERN,  with  some  grand  scenery  which 
dwarfs  a  weak  story  and  mediocre  acting. 
George  O'Brien  tries  hard,  but  the  scenario 

somehow  you  don't  seem  to  care. 

IS  THERE  JUSTICE?— Thrill-O-Drama 

A  GOOD  cast,  consisting  of  Henrv  B.  Walt- 
hall, Robert  Ellis,  Blanche  Mehaffey,  Rex 
Lease,  Helen  Foster  and  others,  fails  to  make 
this  very  entertaining.  The  experiences  of  a 
vicious  district  attorney,  some  crooks  and  a 
newspaper  reporter,  with  the  conviction  of  in- 
nocent parties,  make  the  plot.  It  comes 
through  with  a  happy  ending. 

BRANDED  MEN— Tiffany  Prod. 


[AVE  you  been  missing  those  old-time 
,'estern  thrillers?  Then  see  this- — it  has 
everything.  A  sheriff's  life  isn't  worth  a  nickel 
in  Deep  Gulch.  The  saloon  is  run  by  the  bad 
man  of  the  town  and  there  are  hoss  thieves,  a 
beauteous  blonde,  people  pushed  off  cliff:  and 
hard  riding.  Ken  Maynard  and  that  grand 
horse,  Tarzan,  rescue  the  fair  damsel.  June 

THE  DECEIVER— Columbia 

IAN  KEITH  makes  his  matinee  idol  role  con- 
vincingly villainous,  but  the  plot  of  this 
backstage  murder  mystery  limps.  You  know 
the  story  by  heart — he's  a  wicked  deceiver  of 
young  girls  and  gets  his  just  punishment.  You 
won't  believe  it  when  you  behold  the  matinee 
audience  all  dressed  up  for  the  evening  per- 
formance! Just  one  of  those  little  costuming 
slips.  Dorothy  Sebastian  and  Lloyd  Hughes 
play  lovers. 

Action  Pictures 

IN  the  Hollywood  vernacular  this  is  "just  a 
quickie"  but  there  are  plenty  of  well-timed 
punches,  a  lot  of  laughs  and  good  direction. 
It  tells  the  story  of  a  prize-fighter  who  is  mur- 
dered and  his  newspaper  reporter  sister  who 
finds  the  guilty  one.  Reed  Howes  and  Dorothy 
Revier  do  neat  work  of  their  respective  jobs 
and  Henry  B.  Walthall  is  fine. 

Tiffany  Prod. 

GIYE  Ken  Maynard  a  Wild  West  setting,  a 
cause  to  champion,  a  lady  to  save  and  his 
good  steed,  Tarzan — and  you  have  a  fast 
shooting  Western.  Twin  brothers,  both  crooks, 
but  one  redeemed  by  love,  complicate  this  old 
plot.  Marceline  Day  is  the  damsel  in  distress. 
There's  a  hoof  beat  a  minute,  if  you  like  that 
sort  of  thing. 

Raspin  Prod. 

HERE'S  the  big  tent  show  of  all  the  ex- 
ploration pictures.  Six  of  the  outstanding 
explorers  of  the  world  are  gathered  together, 
each  to  tell  in  his  own  words  and  with  his  own 
pictures,  the  story  of  adventure.  Harold 
Noice,  famed  for  Brazilian  exploits,  is  master 
of  ceremonies,  introducing  such  famous  ex- 
plorers as  Gene  Lamb,  Harold  McCracken, 
James  Clark  and  Lt.  Commander  Stenhouse. 
Fine  photography  of  strange  beasts  and  their 


EXAGGERATED  gestures  take  the  place  of 
words  the  screen  hadn't  yet  learned  to 
speak,  back  in  1925.  But.  enlivened  by  a 
musical  score  and  noisy  "sound  effects,"  it's 
still  eye-tilling  photography  and  thrilling  ac- 
tion—that chariot  race,  for  instance!  Francis 
X.  Bushman  breathes  fire  into  Messala,  No- 
varro  is  a  handsome  Ben  Hur,  Carmel  Myers 
the  kind  of  "vamp"  who  used  to  send  Garbo- 
thrills  down  audience  spines. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


Any  Woman  Can 
Be  Beautiful 


Constance  Bennett  came  to  me  to  put  on 
weight  she  went  to  bed  three  nights  a  week  at 
nine  o'clock,  and  I  guess  if  a  girl  as  popular 
and  as  gay  as  Connie  Bennett  can  give  up  a 
few  hours'  enjoyment  for  beauty  you  can. 
Here's  your  menu: 


Big  glass  of  orange  or  grapefruit  juice 
Twenty  minutes  later 

Dish  of  hominy  with  ripe  sliced  bananas  and 
certified  milk  and  sugar 

Coffee  or  tea  with  sugar  and  cream 

Toast  with  plenty  of  butter  and  jam  if  you 

(Two  hours  before  luncheon  a  big  glass 
of  tomato  juice  if  possible) 


Bowl  of  thick  soup 
(Cream  of  mushroom 

Cream  of  tomato 

Cream  of  celery 

Thick  vegetable  soup 

Chicken  okra  with  rice  or  noodles) 
Green  salad  and  often  half  an  avocado 
Spaghetti    (with    butter — allowed    to    melt 
after  the  food  is  off  the  fire) 

Egg  noodles  (with  butter) 
Chocolate  or  rice  or  bread  pudding 

Cup  custard 

Stewed  fruits  with  cream 
Bottle  of  certified  milk 
(In  the  middle  of  the  afternoon  a  glass  of 


Fruit  cocktail 

Soup  (cream  or  clear) 

Any  sort  of  meat  that  is  broiled  or  roasted, 
and  gravy;  but  skim  off  the  fat — it's  hard  to 

Two  vegetables  (creamed  or  with  butter,  and 
put  the  butter  on  after  the  vegetables  are  done. 
Use  plenty) 

Glass  of  milk 

Cup  custard 

Ice  Cream 


(Beware  of  pies  unless  you  are  sure  you  can 
digest  them.) 

TN  the  morning  step  under  a  lukewarm 
■^shower  and  then,  with  a  body  brush  and  soap 
rub  your  body  briskly  for  five  minutes.  Step 
back  under  shower  and  wash  off  soap.  If  you 
can  stand  it  finish  with  a  cold  shower.  If  you 
don't  react  properly  (that  is,  feel  a  warm  glow 
afterwards)  don't  do  this. 

With  a  rough  towel  rub  your  body  for  ten 
or  fifteen  minutes,  working  hard  on  the  spine. 
(You  thin  girls  can  get  your  arms  around  to 
your  back.) 

Rub  and  rub  and  rub. 

Ride  to  work.    Don't  walk  too  much. 

You  can  swim  (the  plump  girls  shouldn't 
do  too  much  of  that). 

does  the  SOCIALITY  woman  wear 

TINTED  nails  or  NATURAL? 

XjOtJl  I  She  vanes  her  polish 
with  her  gown,  using  all  colors 
from  palest  to  deepest  .  .  .  says 
world  s    authority    on    manicure 

To  tint  or  not  to  tint  .  .  .  any  really 
smart  society  lady  would  sniff — smartly, 
of  course — at  such  a  narrow  point  of  view. 

The  instant  she  saw  the  new  nail  shades 
she  realized  that  the  big  idea  was  Variety. 

She  suited  her  actions  to  her  words  and 
now  you  can  only  guess  what  color  nails 
she'll  appear  in  if  you  know  what  color 
frock  she's  going  to  wear.  ^Tiich  she 
knows  simply  makes  her  more  devastating! 

So  if  you  want  to  keep  up  with  "Smart 
Society,"  get  out  your  wardrobe  and  de- 
cide now  what  nail  tint  you'll  wear  with 
which  frock.  See  how  much  more  interest 
the  oldest  rag  has  with  new  nails!  It's  all 
worked  out  for  you  by  an  expert  in  the 
chart  at  the  right. 

But  don't  forget  that  quality  counts! 
Cutex  Liquid  Polish  simply  hasn't  a  flaw 
...  It  flows  on  smoothly,  dries  practically 
instantly.  It  is  safe  from  all  temptation  to 
peel,  crack,  streak  or  fade.  And  is  blessed 
with  an  ability  to  gleam  for  days  on  end. 
Pick  your  favorite  shades  today. 


A  booklet  in  every  package  describes  it  in  de- 
tail. Give  your  nails  this  simple  manicure 

Natural  just  slightly  emphasizes  the 
natural  pink  of  your  nails.  Goes  with  aii 
costumes — is  best  with  brij>ht  colors — 
red,  blue,  fcreen,  purple  and  oranfte. 

JK.OS6  is  a  lovely  feminine  shade,  flood 
with  any  dress,  pale  or  vivid.  Charminfc 
with  pastel  pink,  blue,  lavender  . . .  smart 
with  hunter  ftreen,  black  and  brown. 

Coral  nails  are  bewilderinfily  lovely 
with  white,  pale  pink,  beifte,  ftray  .  .  . 
black  and  dark  brown.  Wear  it  also  with 
deeper  colors  (except  red)  if  not  too  in- 
tense. « 

Cardinal  is  deep  and  exotic.  Con- 
trasts excitingly  with  black,  white,  or  pale 
shades.  Wear  Cardinal  in  your  festive 
moods — be  sure  your  lipstick  matches! 

ColOrl6SS  is  conservatively  correct  at 
anytime.  Choose  it  for  "difficult"  colors! 

each  week  .  .  .  once  a  day  push  back  the 
cuticle  and  cleanse  the  tips  with  Cutex 
Cuticle  Remover  &  Nail  Cleanser.  Before 
retiring,  use  Cuticle  Oil  or  Cream. 

Nobtbam  Wabben,  New  York,  London,  Paris 

2  shades  oj  Cutex  Liquid  Polish  and 
5  other  manicure  essentials  Jor  \2$ 


-Liquid  STolish 
ONLY  35^ 

Northam  Wabben,  Dept.  2Q2 

191  Hudson  Street . . .  New  York,  N.  Y. 

(In  Canada,  address  Post  Office  Box  2320,  Montreal) 

I  enclose  \ii  for  the  new  Cutex  Manicure  Set,  which  in- 
cludes Natural  Liquid  Polish  and  one  other  shade  which 
I  have  checked  ...       Q  Rose      D  Coral      D  Cardinal 


Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


A  bachelor,  but 

Her  Eyes 



You,  too,  can  quickly  attain 
captivatingly  clear,  bright 
eyes  this  safe,  easy  way 

Many  a  romance  has  had  its  start  in  a  pair 
of  clear,  sparkling  eyes.  Yet  most  women 
neglect  their  eyes  shamefully  I  If  given  daily 
attention  like  the  skin,  teeth  and  hair,  they 
will  soon  attain  a  clearness  and  brilliance 
that  will  amaze  and  delight  you. 

To  keep  your  eyes  clear,  bright  and  full 
of  life,  nothing  equals  time-tried  Murine.  It 
dissolves  the  dust-laden  film  of  mucus  that 
makes  eyes  look  dull,  and  by  its  gentle  as- 
tringent action  reduces  bloodshot  veins. This 
soothing,  cooling,  harmless  lotion  should  be 
applied  each  night  and  morning... regularly! 

Unlike  mere  eye  washes,  Murine  requires 
no  insanitary  eye  cup.  It  is  hygienically  and 
conveniently  applied  with  its  combination 
eye  dropper  and  bottle  stopper.  150  applica- 
tions cost  but  60c  at  drug  and  department 
stores.  Ask  for  a  bottle  today!  For  free 
Eye  Beauty  and  Eye  Care  booklets,  write 
Murine  Co.,  Dept.  A,  9  E.  Ohio  St., Chicago. 



MAKE  THIS  TEST!  Drop  Murine  in  one  eye 
only  ....  then  note  how  clearer,  brighter  and 
larger  in  appearance  it  very  shortly  becomes. 
A  nd  also  how  refreshed  and  in  vigorated  it  feels  ! 


coo  Y°"« 


Photographer  Tom  Collins,  who  took  the  picture  (on  the  right*  of  Jimmy 

Walker,  claims  that  the  Mayor  of  New  York  has  a  better  profile  than  the 

famous  one  of  John  Barrymore  (left  i.  What  do  you  think? 

Approved   by    Good   Housekeeping    Bureau 

Your  exercises  should  be  taken  before 
dinner.  Put  a  sheet  on  the  floor,  loosen  your 
clothes  and  lie  down.  With  arms  above  head 
twist  and  stretch  your  body.  Then  pull  your 
legs  up  and  move  them  back  and  forth  in  a 
scissors  movement  (as  I  am  doing  in  picture  D). 
Then,  with  legs  together,  pull  your  knees 
to  your  nose  (as  I  am  doing  in  picture  E)  and 
straighten  them  again.  Also,  with  your  legs 
and  in  the  same  position  make  the  gesture  of 
riding  a  bicycle.  Finish  off  by  stretching  your 
spine  and  your  whole  body  with  arms  above 
head.    Do  this  for  twenty  minutes. 

When  you  walk  keep  your  shoulders  back. 

THERE — that's  all,  more  than  enough  sleep, 
the  morning  shower  and  rub,  the  diet  and 
the  night's  exercise.  And  if  you  do  this  I  guar- 
antee that  you'll  gain  the  fifteen  pounds  that 
the  plump  girls  lose  in  the  first  month. 

It  sounds  simple  to  read  it.  It  is  simple, 
really,  and  it's  fun,  too,  but  it  takes  stick-at- 
ive-ness  and  courage.  I  know  it  takes  courage 

and  that's  why  I'm  so  proud  of  those  who  do 
it.  You'll  be  proud,  too,  when  you  watch 
yourself  grow  lovely  and  when  you  realize 
that  you're  doing  it  yourself  and  not  de- 
pending upon  me  to  pound  you,  as  those  lazy 
stars  did. 

XTEXT  month  I'm  going  to  start  giving  you 
■*-^  exercises  that  reduce  you  in  spots  and  build 
you  up  in  spots  and  also  I'm  going  to  give 
special  diets  for  special  disorders. 

At  the  same  time  I'm  going  to  start  you 
out  to  improve  your  face — you  can  do  that, 

Come  on  girls,  pitch  in.  Do  this  for  Sylvia — 
and  for  yourself.  Think  how  beautiful  you 
can  look.  But  don't  kid  yourself  and  don't 
alibi.    Just  do  it  and  do  it  and  do  it! 

And  if  you  need  it  and  won't  do  it,  don't 
waste  your  time  reading  my  articles  in 
Photoplay.  Any  plump  girl  who  is  too  lazy 
to  help  herself  can  go  on  gaining  weight  and 
become  a  big,  fat  slob  for  all  I  care. 

Whom  Would  You  Leave  In  The  Desert? 


I  AM  a  sophomore  and  our  sorority  had  a  lot 
of  fun  with  your  dilemma  game.  We  put  it 
up  for  general  vote  to  see  which  ones  would  be 
chosen.  Here  are  the  ones  that  were  saved 
by  an  overwhelming  majority! 

Joan  Crawford  was  a  unanimous  choice  be- 
cause we  think  she  typifies  the  sort  of  girl  most 
of  us  would  like  to  be. 

Clark  Gable  and  Gary  Cooper  because  we 
get  a  big  kick  out  of  their  pictures  and  per- 

Bob  Montgomery  because  he's  our  ideal  for 
a  big  moment! 

Constance  Bennett,  Marlene  Dietrich  and 
Greta  Garbo  because  they  are  so  keen,  so 

Not  that  we  don't  like  the  other  four — but 

we  couldn't  save  them  all,  could  we? 

Mary  Lee  Sudduth,  Birmingham,  Ala. 

WELL,  your  dilemma  game  certainly  gave 
me  the  opportunity  I've  been  looking  for! 
A  chance  to  get  rid  of  a  few  stars  that  don't 
deserve  the  ballyhooing  they  are  getting. 

Clark  Gable  heads  my  list.  How  does  he 
get  that  way?  He  muffs  every  big  part  he  gets. 
Let  him  perish,  say  I. 

Then  you  can  lose  Jean  Harlow,  Lupe  Velez 
and  Bill  Haines  and  I  will  never  miss  them. 
They  all  think  smart-aleck  tricks  make  up 
good  acting. 

I  wouldn't  be  so  keen  on  saving  Clara  Bow 
or  Xancy  Carroll  but  they  aren't  as  boring  as 
the  other  four. 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


Constance  Bennett  gets  tiresome  but  she 
always  pleases  the  eye.  She  certainly  has 
grabbed  off  Gloria's  title  of  being  "a  clothes 
horse,"  as  well  as  her  husband. 

The  rest  I  would  rescue  any  day — they  are 

Li hise  Jefferson,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

When  Nordic  Met 


here  that  Garbo  and  Novarro  met  for  the 
first  time  before  the  camera. 

"I  felt  very  strange  and  I  imagine  Miss 
Garbo  also  felt  some  restraint  at  the  time," 
relates  Novarro,  recalling  the  incident.  "She 
was  so  very  charming,  however,  that  I  felt 
instantly  comfortable. 

"There  was  a  total  absence  of  the  tension  I 

"The  instant  she  begins  a  scene,  her  whole 
being  seems  to  change.  At  once  she  was  Mala 
llari  and  not  Greta  Garbo.  It  is  a  great 
pleasure  to  work  with  so  magnificent  an 
artist.  You  find  yourself  living  the  role,  not 
merely  acting  it.  The  energy  she  expends  in 
her  work  is  amazing.  She  is  not  satisfied  with 
only  pleasing  the  director. 

"Often,  after  a  scene  is  okayed,  she  will 
plead  for  a  chance  to  make  it  again,  believing 
her  performance  inadequate.  . 

"When  we  began  work  together  I  discovered 
Miss  Garbo  did  not  care  to  rehearse.  It  was 
her  habit  to  walk  into  her  scenes  and  go  right 
through  with  them. 

"She  knows  the  story,  the  dialogue  by  heart 
before  production  begins. 

"But  it  is  difficult  for  me  to  work  that  way. 


That  Karen  Morley  girl  is  always 
wearing  some  new  gadget  and  always 
looking  pretty  grand  while  she's  doing 
it.  So  long  as  you  wear  'em,  Karen, 
we'll  publish  the  pictures.  This 
jewelry  invention  is  called  the  triangle 
tango  and  is  a  ring  bracelet  that  en- 
hances the  left  hand  as  it  rests  on  the 
table  of  a  smart  supper  club.  Hot- 
cha-cha  ! 

The  endless 

Beauty  Contest 

no  woman 
can  avoid 

Buy  a  dozen  cakes  of  Camay  —  the  world's  finest,  safest  beauty  soap.  Long  be- 
fore the  dozen  is  gone,  you'll  find  that  your  skin  has  regained  soft,  natural, 
flower-petal  loveliness  which  makes  children's  skin  so  appealingly  beautiful. 

Immaculate  cleanliness!  It  V  the  background 
of  all  loneliness!  But  use  only  the  gentlest, 
the  safest,  of  beauty  soaps  on  that  precious 
skin  of  yours! 


Do  children  nvelcome  your  presence?  Like  men,  they 
have  an  unerring  eye  for  clean,  natural  loneliness! 
When  their  active  little  minds  accept  you  as  attrac- 
tive, you  knonv  that  you  have  won  another  Beauty 
Contest  —  and  a  hard  one  at  that ! 

The  lather  from  gentle  Camay — the  Soap  of 
Beautiful  Women — will  give  you  the  finest 
beauty  treatment  you  have  ever  had!  Never 
let  a  lesser  soap  even  touch  your  skin  ! 

A  brief  minute  with  gentle  Camay  lather,  a  soft  cloth,  and  warm  water;  then 
a  quick,  cold  rinse  —  and  your  skin  has  been  freed  from  the  film  of  invisible  dirt 
which  clogs  pores  and  dims  the  natural,  shell-like  beauty  of  your  skin.  Your  face 
glows  with  fresh  loveliness,  and  is  ever  so  soft  and  smooth.  But  trust  only  Camay! 
73  of  America's  leading  skin  doctors  praise  Camay  as  being  delicate  enough,  safe 
enough,  for  your  skin.  You  are  in  a  Beauty  Contest  that  goes  on  all  day  long 
.   .    .  every  day  of  your  life.    Let  Camay  —  and  Camay  alone  —  help  you  win! 



1932.  P.  4  G.  Co. 

THE       SOAP       OF       BEAUTIFUL       WOMEN 


Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 



Have  you  ever  avoided  gazing  into  his  eyes 
.  .  .  because  you're  afraid  of  close  scrutiny? 
Ever  had  the  disappointment  of  donning 
your  favorite  hat,  and  discovering  it  ex- 
posed  an  unlovely  cheek?  Do  you  sometimes 
hesitate  to  face  the  cruel,  bright  daylight? 

Of  course,  heavy  powdering  will  cover 
up  the  blemishes.  Yet  this  is  the  very  thing 
that  aggravates  your  skin.  And  besides  .  .  . 
men  hate  "that  powdered  look." 

You  say,  "What's  a  girl  to  do?"  The 
answer's  easy:  Use  powder  that  is  pure,  lm' 
pure  powders  cause  irritations  and  blemishes. 
Only  powder  that  is  pure  can  protect  your  s\xn. 

And  powder  that  is  pure  and  fine  means 
protection  plus  beauty.  Luxor  powder  is  made 
in  scientific  laboratories,  of  only  the  purest  in' 
gredients.  Its  sifted  through  tight' stretched 
sil\  to  ma\e  it  fine  and  soft.  It  will  bring  a 
new,  smooth  transparency  to  your  sJrin  .  .  . 
the  radiance  and  bloom  of  pure  beauty. 

Luxor  products  are  not  costly:     ^~ r^Ss- 
face-powder,   50    cents    a    box,    /L    ~-r^ 
rouge  50  cents,  lipstick  50  cents. 

Luxor,  Ltd. 

Luxor,  Ltd.,  1355  W.  31st  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
I  guess  purity  is  important.  Here's  ten 
cents  for  a  sample  of  the  pure  face-pow- 
der.   (Check)— Rachel,    Flesh,    White. 




I  raid  rehearsals  to  make  myself  certain  I 
understand  exactly  how  a  scene  should  be 
played.  I  like  to  rehearse  with  the  lights, 
camera,  microphones,  just  as  it  will  be  when  it 
is  actually  filmed.  When  Miss  Garbo  realized 
my  method  of  working  differed  from  her  own, 
she  graciously  offered  to  rehearse. 

"/""NFTEN,  while  the  new  camera  angles  were 
^■^being  lined  up  on  the  set,  we  would  sit  in 
her  little  portable  dressing-room  and  go  over  the 
lines  together.  Other  times  she  would  prefer 
to  walk  outside  and  run  through  the  dialogue 
as  we  strolled  the  streets  between  the  stages. 

"During  our  conferences  with  Mr.  Fitz- 
maurice  on  the  set,  Miss  Garbo  never  was 
arbitrary  in  making  demands.  Her  ideas  are 
sound  and  studied.  She  has  a  comprehensive 
knowledge  of  picture  technique  and  nothing  is 
too  much  trouble  for  her  if  it  means  anything 
to  the  picture.  If  a  point  tended  to  bring  a 
discussion  to  the  borderline  of  disagreement, 
she  always  managed  to  smooth  it  over  with  a 
joke.  She  has  a  grand  sense  of  humor  and 
loves  to  'kid.'  She  is  warmly  interested  in 
every  detail  of  production  and  seems  to  enjoy 
her  work  with  more  than  ordinary  relish. 

"When  our  first  scene  was  finished,  the  still 
cameraman  set  up  his  camera  to  take  the  first 
still  pictures  in  which  we  appeared  together. 
In  it  we  posed  in  the  doorway  to  the  luxurious 
chamber  in  which  the  love  scenes  were  played. 

As  we  posed  both  of  us  seemed  suddenly  self- 
conscious.  In  a  way,  it  was  a  test.  Perhaps 
she  felt  I  was  watching  to  see  if  she  would 
'upstage'  me,  a  trick  to  hold  the  center  of  the 
picture.  Or  possibly  she  was  waiting  to  see 
if  I  would  try  it  on  her.  It  is  strange,  but  little 
things  sometimes  mount  to  enormous  pro- 
portions. Whatever  it  was  that  made  me 
feel  tense  at  the  moment,  vanished  the  second 
I  heard  the  camera  shutter  click.  She  looked 
up  and  laughed  at  me.    We  were  friends. 

"The  day  we  worked  on  the  long  scenes  in 
Mala  Ilari's  apartment  she  wore  that  gorgeous 
costume  made  of  many  thousands  of  beads. 
I  think  it  weighed  something  more  than  fifty 
pounds.  Naturally  it  was  very  fatiguing,  going 
over  the  scenes,  again  and  again,  to  get  the 
correct  camera  lines  and  working  out  traveling 

"TT  got  to  be  pretty  close  to  five  o'clock 
-'■and  Miss  Garbo  was  beginning  to  look  tired. 
Mr.  Fitzmaurice  was  intending  to  take  the 
scene  from  another  angle  when  he  looked  up 
and  saw  Miss  Garbo  removing  the  elaborate 
headdress  and  shaking  the  hairpins  from  her 
head.  She  smiled  graciously,  said  goodnight, 
and  said  she  would  see  us  at  nine  o'clock  in  the 
morning.  No  word  of  complaint  or  apology. 
She  came  to  work  early  in  the  morning  and 
worked  steadily  until  five  at  night.  That's 
all  there  was  to  it.     No  T  go  home!'  as  I 

"They  wanted  me  to  take  a  lousy  grand  a  week,  the  gyps" 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


heard  so  much  about.  Just  an  independence 
and  courage  to  do  what  she  believes  the  right 

"Her  emotional  intensity  is  genuine.  Her 
role  acts  as  a  complete  metamorphosis.  It  is 
an  inspiration  to  work  with  her.  Tem- 
perament? She  is  too  timid  to  storm,  even  if 
she  chose  to.  She  is  more  like  a  girl  than  a 

"I  don't  know  what  people  expected  would 
happen  when  we  were  put  opposite  each  other. 
But  it  was  the  happiest  experience  of  my  entire 

Will  Marlene  Break 
the  Spell? 


in  England  he  met  a  strange  little  man  inter- 
ested in  art  and  belle  lettres,  who  told  him,  "  The 
only  way  to  succeed  is  by  making  people  hate 
you.  I  intend  to  bring  myself  to  the  attention 
of  the  higher  and  mightier  ones  by  making 
them  remember  me  as  someone  whom  they 

This  was,  of  course,  Von  Sternberg.  He  has 

When  he  was  starting  out  in  the  business,  a 
famous  director  who  wanted  to  help  him  said, 
"I  believe  you  can  be  a  director.  In  three 
months  I  could  teach  you  to  be  one." 

To  which  Von  Sternberg  replied,  "It  would 
take  me  longer  than  that  to  teach  you  to 

Once  Von  Sternberg  was  employed  by 
M-G-M.  His  first  picture  was  put  into  the 
hands  of  a  supervisor  who  disliked  him.  The 
finished  result  was  a  botch.  Von  Sternberg 
was,  at  the  time,  in  the  midst  of  directing  Mae 
Murray.  When  he  saw  the  result  of  his  first 
M-G-M  attempt  he  walked  on  his  set  one  day, 
turned  his  cameras  heavenwards,  took  a 
hundred  feet  of  film  showing  the  cobwebbed 
rafters  of  the  stage's  ceiling  and,  with  this 
magnificent  nose  thumbing  gesture,  left  the  lot 
never  to  return. 

Yet  there  is  a  legend  which  says  he  used  to 
stand  in  the  doorway  of  his  house  upon  a  hill 
and,  throwing  his  sensitive  hands  toward  the 
lighted  panorama  of  the  city  below,  cry  in 
childish  ecstasy,  "  My  Hollywood ! "  And  that 
he  would  listen  for  the  purr  of  cars  coming  up 
the  hill  and  when  he  knew  that  he  was  to 
have  visitors  he  would  run  into  the  house  and 
seat  himself  in  a  high  backed  chair  with  an 
erudite  book  (title  carefully  displayed)  before 
his  face. 

I  COULD  go  on  and  on  recounting  Von  Stern- 
berg yams,  but  perhaps  there  are  enough  to 
show  you  that  the  man  is  a  trifle  mad — yet  he 
comes  darn  close  to  being  a  genius. 

Finding  life  falling  short  of  his  fantastic 
ideal,  he  has  built  up  in  his  films  a  world  of  his 
own,  peopled  with  great  heroic  characters, 
women  with  incredible  brains,  women  who 
make  incredible  gestures,  women  who  behave 
not  at  all  as  we,  who  have  wiped  the  star  dust 
from  our  eyes,  expect  human  beings  to  behave, 
but  women  who,  if  they  existed,  would  cer- 
tainly give  the  dish  of  life  a  French  sauce  of 
romance  and  color. 

And  now  we  come  to  Marlene. 

Von  Sternberg  has  created  her  in  the  image 
of  these  women  about  whom  he  dreams  and 
whom  he  crystallizes  upon  a  screen.  He  saw 
her,  as  Stiller  saw  Garbo,  a  piece  of  clay  waiting 
for  his  hands  to  mould. 

But  Stiller  saw  Garbo  as  an  actress.  What 
she  did  off  screen  did  not  matter  to  him  as 
long  as  she  loved  him. 

Von  Sternberg  does  not  want  love  from 
Marlene.  But  he,  being  a  different  type  of 
man  from  Stiller,  wants  more. 

He  has  tried  to  mould  her  not  only  as  an 
actress  but  as  a  person. 


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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 

"Oh,  Beth, 
I  asked 
Mrs.  Dobbs 
at  the  beauty 
"  '  what  to  do 
about  my  rough 
-'dish pan  hands' " 

"What  did 
she  say  ?" 

*rl "You'll  be 

surprised ! 

J  Just  to  use 

jg4 '  *Wffi|      Lux  instead 
'  IV    i  1        of   ordinary 

soap!  ...  It  gives  your  hands 
beauty  care  in  the  dishpan!'* 


Here  is  a  way  to  turn  your  dish- 
washing into  beauty  care!  Experts  in 
305  famous  beauty  shops  say — "We 
actually  cant  tell  the  difference  between 
the  hands  of  a  woman  who  uses  Lux 
in  the  dishpan  and  those  of  a  woman 
with  maids  to  do  all  her  work.  Lux 
is  so  gentle  it  gives  the  hands  a  real 
beauty  treatment." 

And  how  little  this  precious  care 
costs!  Less  than  i£  a  day — for  the  big 
box  of  Lux  does  6  weeks'  dishes! 

I  remember  the  first  time  I  saw  Marlene 

I  thought  her  one  of  the  loveliest  women  I'd 
ever  known.  That  she  was  unhappy  in 
America  I  knew — as  Garbo  was  unhappy  when 
she  first  came  over.  But  she  talked  freely  of 
her  baby,  of  her  life  in  Germany,  of  her  hus- 
band.   Von  Sternberg  was  not  there. 

When  he  came  in  the  room — as  he  always 
eventually  comes  into  any  room  where  Marlene 
is,  he  bowed  politely  to  me  and  turned  to 
Marlene  to  talk  to  her  in  German.  She  arose 
instantly.  "I  must  go,"  she  said.  And  shortly 
she  left. 

She  is  two  different  women.  With  Von 
Sternberg  she  is  what  he  has  made  her  be, 
the  woman  who  wandered  through  "Morocco" 
on  a  pair  of  ridiculously  high  heels,  the  woman 
who  rouged  her  lips  before  facing  a  firing  squad 
in  "  Dishonored."  When  she  is  away  from  him 
she  is  a  gay,  happy,  laughing  child.  The  mask 
is  tossed  away,  the  pose  is  gone.  She  is  the 
Marlene  Dietrich  of  Germany  and  not  the 
creation  of  Von  Sternberg  of  some  mystic 
Graustarkian  country. 

IN  spite  of  the  fact  that  he  says  she  helps 
direct  her  pictures  and  that  it  makes  her 
furious  to  be  told  he  dominates  her,  his  spell 
has  lasted  over  her  since  her  arrival  in  this 
country.  And  then  came  those  fatal  ten  days 
and  the  spell  was  broken.  It  was  during  those 
ten  days  that  she  laughed  and  danced  with 
Maurice  Chevalier.  And,  although  they  are 
back  together  again,  she  and  Josef,  lunching 
and  talking  their  serious  talk,  there  is  a  differ- 
ence.   Things  are  not  as  they  were. 

As  a  person,  this  all  affects  her  tremendously 
but  it  chiefly  concerns  her  career,  which  is  now 
at  a  serious  crisis.  Not  even  her  most  ardent 
admirers  (of  which  I  am  one)  can  fail  to  see 
that  she  has  ''through  Von  Sternberg)  repeated 
her  roles  in  every  picture.  And  already  people 
are  asking,  "What  would  happen  if  someone 
else  directed  Marlene?" 

It  is  in  her  contract  that  Von  Sternberg  shall 
direct  her  pictures. 

"DUT  suppose  those  ten  days  have  paved  the 
■'-'way  for  her,  suppose  she  should  work  for 
another  man?  Undoubtedly  the  vague,  in- 
tangible, inarticulate  woman  would  be  gone 
and  in  her  stead  would  be  a  warm,  alive,  de- 
lightful actress — as  Marlene  herself  really  is. 

N'ow  perhaps  you  wonder  where  Marlene's 
husband,  Rudolf  Sieber,  comes  into  all  this. 
He  plays  a  certain  role  in  Marlene's  life  but  not 
the  starring  one.  Her  baby  is  her  greatest  and 
most  vital  interest.  Don't  forget  that  Sieber 
was  an  assistant  director  who  could  further  her 
interests  on  the  screen  in  Germany  at  the  time 
she  married  him. 

And  she  loves  him,  of  course,  since  he  is  the 
father  of  her  child  and  that  child,  little  Maria, 
is  her  ruling  passion. 

Marlene  is  not  a  strange  figure.  She  is  a 
woman  of  intelligence  and  charm.  She  takes  a 
normal  interest  in  having  a  good  time.  Von 
Sternberg  has  made  her  the  thing  she  appears 
to  be.  But  now  that  she  is  being  gradually 
weaned  away  from  the  influence — what  will 
happen  to  her?  Du  Maurier's  ending  for  his 
novel  "Trilby"  was  not  a  happy  one.  But 
Trilby  did  not  have  the  brains  Marlene  has.  ■ 

"Well,  Connie's  married  again  and  this  Hank  seems  to  be  a  nice  fellow," 
beams  Richard  Bennett.     So,  with  Connie  settled  in  that  little  love  nest 
for  two,  papa  Dick  can  pitch  right  in  and  do  a  lot  more  picture  roles  as 
grand  as  the  one  he  played  in  "Arrowsmith" 

Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 


Marion's  Philosophy 


She  paused;  whirled  on  me  suddenly.  "Do 
you  know  that  I  am  the  only  woman  on  stage 
or  screen  who  stutters?  I  have  felt  that  handi- 
cap from  the  first.  When  talking  pictures 
came — ,"  she  shuddered.  "But  I  never 
stutter  in  a  picture,  do  I?  You  haven't  noticed 
it,  have  you?"  She  waited  anxiously  for  my 

"Well,  I  did  on  the  stage.  My  very  first 
line  was  'I'm  the  Spirit  of  the  Follies.'  I 
worried  myself  sick  for  fear  I  couldn't  do  it 
but  kept  building  my  courage  by  saying  I  could 
do  it. 

"I  couldn't.  They  pulled  the  curtain  on 
me.  They  took  the  line  away  because  I  had 
stuttered  so  I  couldn't  finish  the  sentence.  I 
cried  for  two  days.  Then,  the  third  morning, 
I  went  to  the  window  and  saw  that  new  light 
creeping  slowly  but  steadily  through  the 
darkness  of  the  terrible  night.  And  I  knew  that 
if  the  world  got  new  light  every  morning,  I 
could  get  a  new  chance  when  I  wouldn't 
stutter."    Another  long  interlude  of  silence. 

"T  was  paid  eighteen  dollars  a  week  for  that 
J-first  job.  I  wanted  my  mother  to  have  an 
automobile.  More  than  anything  else  in  the 
world  I  wished  her  to  ride  in  a  car  like  other 
mothers.  I  saved  every  penny.  I  finally 
saved  $150  and  bought  her  one.  Then,  when 
I  had  paid  for  it  and  couldn't  take  it  back,  I 
took  it  home.  When  it  stopped  at  home,  it 
stopped  forever.  It  never  ran  again.  It  was 
too  old! 

"As  for  a  sense  of  humor,"  again  she  hesi- 
tated. "I  guess  that  has  something  to  do 
with  the  days,  too.  At  night  you  are  alone. 
How  you  feel,  doesn't  matter  much,  does  it? 
But  when  the  day  comes  and  you  must  be 
with  other  people — ■ 

"What's  the  use  of  being  downcast  and 
gloomy  and  blue  when  there's  light  all  around 
you?  You  have  the  light  for  only  such  a  short 
time.  And  if  things  happen  which  hurt,  you 
can  learn  to  laugh  and  to  joke  and  to  think 
of  another  day  which  is  coming!  You  can 
even  forget  the  night  which  must  come  before 
the  light. 

"The  days  are  so  short.  Yet,  life  is  just  as 
short!  You  might  as  well  get  all  the  fun  you 
can  from  life  just  as  you  get  all  the  sunshine 
from  the  day  before  night  cuts  it  away  from 

"This  awful  depression!  It  is  to  the  world 
what  the  nights  have  always  been  to  me.  And 
if  you  can  help  a  little,  encourage  people  in 
believing  it  is  to  pass  as  the  night  does,  why 
shouldn't  you?  Without  the  breaking  of  some 
dawns,  I  could  not  have  endured  life.  With- 
out a  little  help,  others  may  not  be  able  to 
withstand   their   nights!" 

Marion  stopped  as  abruptly  as  she  had 
started  slowly.  Her  eyes  widened  as  though 
with  surprise  at  herself.  "Oh,  I  hope  I 
haven't  bored  you.     I  never  talk  like  this." 

Marie  Dressier  had  told  me  her  philosophy 
of  life  in  one  sentence,  "Don't  expect  too 
much  of  life."  Photoplay  had  printed  it  and 
Marie  had  received  hundreds  upon  hundreds 
of  letters  from  those  who  had  been  helped  by  it. 

Now,  I  had  Marion  Davies'  "Another  Day!" 
Perhaps  people  would  believe  and  get  help, 
also.  And  now  I  know  also  the  answers  to 
my  questions! 

Marion  Davies  is  all  that  she  is  because 
she  is  not  just  one  more  celebrity  in  the  stock- 
room of  fame.  She  is  one  of  those  rare 
humans  who  has  developed  a  philosophy  to 
help  her  through  pain  and  grief  as  well  as 
success  and  good  fortune.  Furthermore,  she 
is  a  woman  who  works  at  her  philosophy.  Most 
of  us  are  too  lazy  to  work  at  what  we  believe. 
Marion  Davies  is  not  too  lazy  to  work  out  her 
own  philosophy  of  life. 


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Box  No.  1906,  Hollywood, 

Patent  No.  1836840 

What  Happened  to  Harry  Langdon 


Those  who  knew  nothing  about  it  added  in- 
cidents to  make  it  all  seem  more  important. 
It  was  talked  about  by  everyone,  the  principal 
topic  in  the  smart  luncheon  places  and  the 
athletic  club  locker  rooms. 

So  Langdon  thought  he  was  somebody  now, 
did  he? 

Producing  his  own  pictures  had  gone  to  his 

Wanted  to  be  a  big  shot,  did  he? 

And  the  comedian  himself  was  as  bewildered 
by  it  all  as  that  vague,  pitiful  little  character 
he  played  upon  the  screen  might  have  been 
when  he  found  himself  caught  up  in  a  tangled 
web  of  circumstance. 

Langdon  is  a  highly  sensitized  fellow.  The 
thing  completely  got  him.  It  took  away  his 
morale,  his  pep,  his  enthusiasm.  It  made  him 
self-conscious.  He  had  a  contract  to  fulfil.  He 
must  go  on  making  pictures,  but  now  when  he 
walked  on  the  set  he  could  feel  the  cold  eyes  of 
his  co-workers  waiting  for  his  interference, 
already  sure  that  he  was  going  to  make  himself 

"CEARFUL  lest  he  prove  true  the  statements 
■*-  made  in  the  letter,  he  took  anyone's  advice. 
Trying  to  overcome  and  live  down  his  unde- 
served reputation,  he  would  listen  to  any  prop 
boy's  suggestion  for  a  gag  and  try  to  use  it.  He 
also  heeded  the  advice  of  one  of  the  other  pro- 
ducers who  told  him  he  should  shoot  his  stuff 
fast,  turn  out  pictures  and  cash  in  quick. 

Chaplin  takes  a  year  and  more  on  one  film. 
Lloyd  does  the  same  thing.  Langdon  was  mak- 
ing comedies  in  six  weeks  and  it  was  impossible 
to  catch  that  rare,  ephemeral  thing  that  gets 
laughs — a  quality  less  sustained,  more  difficult 
to  imprison  than  tragedy. 

He  was  bewildered.  He  was  miserable.  The 
critics  panned  these  quickly  turned  out  films 
and  everyone  added,  "Since  Langdon  has  gone 
high  hat  his  work  has  suffered." 

Well,  it  got  him  down — that's  all.  It  simply 
robbed  him  of  everything  he  had  to  give  to  the 
screen,  which  was  quite  a  lot.  He  couldn't  be 
funny  when  he  knew  that  they  were  all 
whispering  about  him,  that  they  all  believed 
the  stories  of  his  conceit. 

It  ate  into  him.  He  didn't  want  to  see  peo- 
ple, he  didn't  want  to  be  watched  on  the  set. 
He  tried  being  too  friendly  and  managed  to  be 

just  a  little  eccentric  instead. 

And  one  letter  from  an  ex-employee  of  his 
had  done  it. 

It  would  be  a  grand  case  D  for  a  psycho- 
analyst if  it  weren't  so  pitiful. 

AND  now  here's  the  ironic  part.  While  the 
■'■■man  who  wrote  that  letter  has  become  suc- 
cessful and  prosperous  and  powerful  in  Holly- 
wood, Langdon  is  trying  desperately  in  New 
York  to  get  a  job.  He  is  broke.  To  help  him- 
self eke  out  a  living,  he  draws  cartoons  for  the 
funny  magazines.  They're  surprisingly  good, 

He  plays  around  in  vaudeville.  He  and  his 
second  wife  are  dickering  over  a  separation. 

His  life  is  in  a  mess.  In  real  life  he's  play- 
ing that  beaten,  knocked  about  little  fellow  he 
made  popular  on  the  screen. 

But  he  says,  "Having  a  jinx  follow  you  is 
fun.  At  any  rate  there's  never  a  dull  moment." 

But  that  is  not  quite  true.  There  have  been 
plenty  of  dull  moments  for  Harry  Langdon, 
and  heartbreaking  ones,  too. 

Not  so  long  ago  he  signed  with  Hal  Roach 
to  make  two-reelers.  He'd  never  met  Roach 
before.  The  first  thing  said  was,  "Now,  see 
here,  Langdon,  none  of  that  high  handed  stuff 
you  pulled  at  First  National." 

And  that  was  years  after  the  letter  had  been 

Nobody  has  ever  forgotten  it. 

He  wants  to  come  back — more  than  any- 
thing else  in  the  world. 

And  he  says,  "I  can  make  good  comedies, 
too,  if  I'm  not  licked." 

T_TE  laughs  but  he's  afraid.  He  knows  he's 
-*•  -^-still  a  good  comedian,  but  every  time  any- 
body looks  at  him  sideways  he  remembers  the 
letter  and  its  tragic  results.  At  the  moment, 
he's  got  a  swell  chance.  The  talkies  need  good 
shorts  and  they  need  good  comedians  to  make 
them.  Harry  Langdon  was,  and  still  is,  one  of 
the  best — when  given  the  right  break,  left  to 
work  out  his  gags  and  not  reminded  of  his  sup- 
posed egotism. 

For,  in  reality,  he  is  as  unassuming  and 
democratic  a  little  person  as  you'll  meet. 

And  that's  the  story  of  how  one  man  was 
beaten  down  at  the  height  of  a  brilliant  career, 
and  licked  by  a  letter! 

The  Unknown  Hollywood  I  Know 


Kerry  got  together  over  a  couple  of  tall  iced 
ones  the  stories  they  told  and  the  smart  cracks 
they  made  were  as  grand  as  they  were  un- 

Lew  and  Aileen  Pringle  co-starred.  That 
was  a  mistake. 

Those  two  never  hit  it  off.  Maybe  it  was 
because  Aileen  had  some  stories  to  tell,  too. 
And  the  velocity  of  the  Pringle  conversation 
is  something  that  has  amazed  Hergesheimcr, 
Mencken,  Van  Vechten  and  RuDert  Hughes, 
to  name  a  few. 

I  wish  I  could  put  Aileen  Pringle  on  paper — 
that  fascinating,  facetious,  delightful  com- 
panion who  lived  her  cinema  life  too  soon;  that 
first  water  sophisticate  who  livened  up  every 
dinner  party  and  who  has  the  ability  to  make  a 
coal  miner's  shack  seem  like  a  queen's  drawing- 
room.  I  could  devote  pages  to  the  Pringle  wit. 
Perhaps  one  incident  will  suffice. 

Her  home  in  Santa  Monica  was  the  official 
hangout  of  the  literati.  Once  Carl  Van  Vechten 
came  to  town  and  Aileen  wanted  something 

just  a  bit  ultra-ultra  as  entertainment  for  him. 
Her  fertile  brain  at  last  devised  the  astonishing 
idea  of  inviting  Aimee  Semple  McPherson  to 
have  dinner  with  him. 

Through  a  reporter  friend  of  mine  who  had 
covered  the  McPherson  disappearance  case, 
we  got  the  evangelist,  her  daughter,  her  mana- 
ger-deacon and  his  wife  to  dinner  at  Van 
Vech  ten's  bungalow  in  the  Ambassador  Hotel. 
Before  the  arrival  of  Aimee,  who  can  give  all 
the  Hollywood  actresses  cards  and  spades 
when  it  comes  to  showmanship,  Aileen  was  as 
nervous  as  an  extra  girl  doing  her  first  bit. 
We  had  arranged  the  room.  The  table  was 
round,  the  cloth  as  white  and  as  uninteresting 
as  virtue  and  there  were  ten  glasses  of  water,  one 
at  each  place,  that  looked  like  nothing  so  much 
as  ten  glasses  of  water.  Aileen,  with  shouts  of 
delight,  unearthed  a  Gideon  Bible  and  dis- 
played it  conspicuously. 

Breathlessly  we  awaited  the  McPherson 
party,  Aileen  and  I  running  to  the  balcony  to 
take  last  minute  puffs  of  cigarettes.    She  ar-  I 

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rived  and  impressed  us  all  with  her  remarkable 

Aileen  was  just  that  coy  with  the  McPherson 
and  so  decorous  that  we  looked  at  her  in 
amazement.  Only  once  during  the  dinner  did 
the  old  Pringle  speak  from  the  new  Pringle's 
lips.  Aimee  had  been  telling  about  the  effi- 
ciency of  the  radio.  She  said  that  a  poor  family 
needed  a  mattress  and  that  she  had  asked  for 
one  over  the  air.  "And  would  you  believe  it?" 
she  added  dramatically,  "the  next  day  I  got 
twenty-four  mattresses." 

Suddenly  Aileen  piped  up,  "But  what  did 
you  do  with  the  other  twenty-three?"  A 
withering  look  from  Aimee's  deacon-manager 
and  a  kick  in  the  shins  from  me  sealed  Pringle's 
mouth  for  the  rest  of  the  evening.    In  those 

This  is  one  of  the  devastating  cos- 
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gown!  You  will  notice  it  is  slightly 
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days  you  didn't  mention  mattresses  to  Aimee 
McPherson  and  Aileen  knew  it. 

Always  the  center  of  the  stage,  Aileen  pre- 
ferred the  society  of  men  to  that  of  the  average 
woman,  yet  her  women  friends  she  holds  very 
dear  and  they  always  adore  her.  Long  before 
the  sophisticated  shady  lady  was  popular  on 
the  screen,  Aileen  had  the  idea.  But  then  a 
woman  was  an  inglnue  or  a  vamp  and  there 
were  no  in-betweens.  When  they  put  her  in 
Elinor  Glyn  roles,  Aileen  wailed,  "Hut  that's 
not  what  I  mean." 

So  they  co-starred  her  with  Lew  Cody  in 
farces — still  a  far  cry  to  the  woman  she  might 
have  been  in  pictures. 

She  and  Cody  did  not  get  along.  He  was 
too  jovial,  too  much  the  good  fellow,  too  little 
the  real  sophisticate  to  suit  Aileen.  They 
bickered  on  the  set  but  were  charming  to  each 
other  at  parties.  At  the  studio  Aileen  did 
everything  she  could  to  annoy  Cody  (includ- 
ing eating  onions  before  going  into  love  scenes 
with  him). 

I  used  to  watch  them  work,  see  them  cast 
fishy  eyes  at  each  other  when  the  camera  was 
still  and  then  walk  before  the  lights  and  go 
into  a  tender  love  scene. 

I  think  that  the  most  universally  beloved 
person  on  the  lot  (and  I'm  not  a  sentimentalist 
who  invariably  speaks  well  of  the  dead)  was 
Lon  Chaney. 

HTHE  title  "mystery  man"  did  not  become 
•*-  him  at  all.  If  ever  there  were  an  open  souled 
dear  it  was  Lon.  He  pulled  the  mystery  gag 
as  a  publicity  stunt  and  didn't  pull  it  very 
well,  as  a  matter  of  fact.  Always  making  a 
great  fuss  about  refusing  interviews  he  never, 
as  long  as  I  was  at  M-G-M,  actually  refused 
one.  We  said,  for  publicity  purposes,  that  he 
was  hard  to  see.    He  wasn't. 

I've  heard  him  time  and  time  again  giving 
interviews  like  this: 

"So  you've  come  to  interview  me,  have  you, 
dear?  Well,  I  don't  like  to  talk  about  myself. 
No  sir,  it's  better  to  be  mysterious.  If  you 
want  to  know  anything  about  me  ask  the  prop 
boys,  ask  the  electricians — see,  I  still  have  my 
card  in  the  stage  hands  union.  Did  you  know 
I  was  born  in  Colorado  Springs  and  my  father 
and  mother  were  deaf  mutes?  You  didn't? 
Well,  I  don't  like  to  talk  about  myself.  Ask 
the  boys  who  work  with  me  about  me.  Now, 
I'll  tell  you  how  I  got  in  pictures.  We  were 
stranded  in  Santa  Ana  and  I  heard  they  needed 
extras  in  the  movies,  etc.,  etc.,  etc."  You  get 
the  idea. 

That  was  Lon's  big  mystery  stuff.  As 
honest  as  a  railroad  man's  watch  and  as  open 
faced — Lon  was  completely  free  from  pose,  un- 
less you'd  call  the  pride  he  took  in  his  democ- 
racy a  pose. 

It  was  only  the  weird  characters  he  played 
that  made  you  think  him  weird. 

/^\N'CE  he  brought  some  members  of  his 
^'family  to  see  the  studio.  He  was  taking 
them  over  the  lot  and  he  wanted  to  go  on  Jack 
Gilbert's  set,  but  was  told  that  Mr.  Gilbert  was 
doing  a  highly  emotional  scene  and  couldn't 
be  disturbed.  Lon  was  furious.  "What 
bunk,"  he  said.  "Jack  should  know  he's  just 
an  actor  like  the  rest  of  us.  You  do  your  job 
and  that's  that!"  But  the  incident  began  a 
feud  between  Chaney  and  Gilbert  that  did  not 
end  until  a  few  months  before  Lon's  death. 

Lon  loved  to  talk  to  visitors.  And  whenever 
I  brought  anybody  out  to  look  at  his  set  he 
always  came  over,  explained  the  picture,  ex- 
plained his  part,  explained  his  make-up,  always 
carefully  adding,  "But  I  don't  like  to  talk 
about  myself.  If  you  want  to  know  anything 
about  me,  just  ask  the  prop  boys." 

And  if  you  did  ask,  the  prop  boys  gave  a 
glowing  account  of  him.  Generous  to  a  fault, 
Lon  was  always  the  first  to  come  on  the  lot  at 
Christmas  time  bearing  lavish  gifts. 

He  adored  his  work.  No  make-up  task  was 
too  difficult,  no  hours  too  long,  if  he  got  an 
effect.  And  yet  I've  always  felt  that  "Tell  It 
to  the  Marines,"  in  which  he  used  no  make-up 
at  all,  was  his  best  picture. 

There  are  many  girls  on  the  M-G-M  lot 
who  have  Lon  Chaney  to  thank  for  the  helpful 
hints  he  gave  them.  Greta  Garbo,  Joan  Craw- 
ford, Renee  Adoree,  Norma  Shearer,  Anita 
Page — in  fact  whenever  a  new  contract  player 
appeared  Lon  made  it  a  point  to  look  her  up 
and  show  her  little  secrets  of  make-up  and 
screen  technique. 

I  truly  believe  that  his  death  was  mourned 
more  sincerely  than  the  passing  of  any  other 
film  personage. 

Next  month,  I'm  going  to  tell  you 
why  Eleanor  Boardman  caused  the 
publicity  department  the  most  trouble 
of  any  of  the  stars.  It's  an  unusual 
reason.  And  I'll  let  you  in  on  a  secret 
about  BiUie  Haines'  first  picture  break. 
And  then  I've  a  couple  of  swell  stories 
about  Joan  Crawford  and  a  peach  about 
Anita  Page  and  her  unhappy  start  with 
Harry  Thaw. 

To  the  Head  of  the  Class 


gradually,  into  married  bliss  with  his  Dolo 
Costello,  his  daughter,  his  stuffed  fish,  his 

Now  he  subsides  into  a  co-starring 
partnership  with  Lionel,  at  half  his  former 

AND  Miss  Ethel — what  of  her?  The  great 
daughter,  queen  of  our  stage,  fades  into  an 
unhappy  middle  age. 

Her  health  has  suffered.  Her  starring  tours, 
chiefly  a  matter  of  the  road,  are  not  too  suc- 

Even  in  New  York,  where  a  beautiful  theater 
is  erected  in  her  name,  she  has  to  force  a  run. 

Ethel,  over  the  brink  of  fifty,  has  not  lived 
up  to  the  glorious  promise  of  her  girlhood. 

Nor,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  has  the  beautiful, 
wastrel  young  John. 

What  have  we  left?  Just  brother  Lionel — 
that's  all! 

But  what  a  brother  Lionel! 

He  followed  his  brilliant,  showy  performance 
in  "A  Free  Soul"  with  another  legal  effort  in 
"Guilty  Hands."    As  a  matter  of  fact,  I  fear 

poor  Lionel  is  slated  to  play  lawyers  until 
removed  from  this  legal  earth. 

Companies  demand  him.  As  a  featured 
actor,  he  cannot  be  in  enough  places  at  once. 
And  this,  mark  you,  the  discarded  director — 
the  eldest  and  most  outworn  of  the  Barrymores 
— the  last  leaf  on  the  tree. 

Do  you  wonder  that  I  laugh? 

For  he  was  just  brother  Lionel — the  first- 
born and  first-to-die  of  a  passing  generation. 
And  at  long  last — seemingly  safely  buried 
under  a  director's  horn — he  emerges  with  a 
series  of  fine  theatrical  performances  that  set 
the  younger  film  critics  to  dithering. 

But  I  don't  wonder. 

I  MERELY  remember  a  day  twenty  years 
back — when  I  went  into  the  old  Dreamland 
and  saw  "  The  New  York  Hat."  And  I  saw  an 
actor,  then  thirty-one,  who  knew  his  business. 
I  do  not  claim  to  be  gifted  with  second  sight. 
But  it  pleases  me  to  think,  now,  that  with 
beautiful  Brother  John  and  famous  Sister  Ethel 
on  the  downward  trail,  just  brother  Lionel  is 
doing  so  well! 

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The  Man  That  Gloria 


Sainte-Saubeur  as  Diane;  a  Tricornc  "entree" 
with  the  Comte  and  Comtesse  Elle  de  Gaige- 
ron,  Comtesse  Gerard  de  Moustier,  and  Comte 
Palffy;  the  beautiful  Russian,  once  a  refugee  in 
London  who  married  Sir  Robert  Abdy,  who 
was  taken  up  socially  by  Lady  Cunard  and 
has  since  divorced  her  husband  and  has  been 
taken  up  by  continental  society. 

The  list  of  names  at  the  grand  fetes  would 
fill  a  very  large  volume.  They  are  all  clever 
and  artistic  and  resourceful  and  spend  much 
time  arranging  affairs  that  are  spectacular  and 
artistic  triumphs. 

At  such  parties  one  always  finds  Michael 

I  HAVE  read  so  many  mis-statements  of  Mr. 
Farmer's  occupation,  his  birthplace  and  his 
wealth  that  perhaps  it  is  timely  to  say  a  little 
about  these  things.  Michael  Farmer  was  born 
in  Dublin,  Ireland,  about  twenty-nine  years 
ago,  of  poor  parents. 

While  quite  young  he  came  to  London  and 
eventually  became  the  protege  of  Mr.  Wade 
Chance,  a  well-known  American  who  died  a 
few  years  ago. 

A  friend  of  Mr.  Chance,  an  American  lady, 
Mrs.  Edmund  Hubbard,  rather  elderly  and 
perhaps  best  described  as  a  woman  somewhat 
resembling  Mrs.  Sheppard  (the  former  Miss 
Helen  Gould),  took  a  great  interest  in  young 
Mr.  Farmer.  This  interest  grew  as  she  knew 
him  better  and  she  wished  to  adopt  him  as  her 
son,  but  he  would  not  consent  to  it.  Many 
people  could  not  understand  his  refusal  to  be 
adopted  by  Mrs.  Hubbard  but  he  always  told 
his  friends  that  he  wished  to  be  free  to  make 
his  life  and  his  friends  independently  and  he 
could  not  do  so  if  he  consented  to  be  a  son,  as 
he  would  feel  obliged  to  consult  others. 

Through  Mrs.  Hubbard's  advice  Michael 
Farmer  became  associated  with  a  partner,  a 
Mr.  Hogan — an  American — in  the  insurance 
business,  and  the  firm  was  known  as  Hogan 
and  Farmer.  They  wrote  all  kinds  of  insurance 
and  acted  as  motor  agents  as  well,  arranging 
for  cars  to  meet  ships  on  cabled  requests  from 
America,  provided  with  reliable  chauffeurs, 
etc.,  and  also  acting  as  "man  of  affairs"  as  it  is 

Here's  a  trick  combination!  Con- 
stance Cummings'  belt  matches  her 
string  of  beads.  And  the  belt  also 
cleverly  allies  itself  with  her  dress 
by  having  the  fastening  of  the  ma- 
terial. That's  a  pert  bonnet,  too,  with 
its  feather  sticking  jauntily  up  at 
the  back 

„  CLOTHE  Atf 




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reason  is  that  the  muscles  controlling  thou- 
sands of  oil  glands  all  over  your  scalp  are 
"flabby."  Instead  of  controlling  the  oil  sup- 
ply and  feeding  it  regularly  to  your  hair, 
they  just  fill  up  and  spill  over — starving 
your  hair  one  minute,  flooding  it  the  next. 
An  ordinary  shampoo  merely  washes 
out  the  last  flood.  Packer's  Pine  Tar 
Shampoo — made  especially  for  oily  hair — 
does  more.  It  is  mildly  astringent.  It  tends 
to  tighten  the  relaxed  oil  glands. 

X      OILY    HAIR— Packer's  Pine  Tar  Shampoo 
2     DRY  HAIR— Packer's  Olive  Oil  Shampoo 

Wash  your  hair  with  Packer's  Pine  Tar 
Shampoo  as  often  as  it  gets  oily — every 
two  or  three  days  at  first,  if  necessary. 
Every  shampoo  is  a  scientific  home  treat- 
ment that  works  away  at  the  oil  glands  to 
restore  their  healthy,  normal  action. 


use  Packer's  Olire  Oil  Shampoo.  This  shampoo,  made 
especially  for  dry  hair,  contains  glycerine  and  other 
soothing  ingredients  which  help  to  keep  dry,  fly-away 
hair  silken-soft  and  manageable.  The  Packer  Company 
(makers,  too,  of  Packer's  Tar  Soap)  have  had  61  years 
of  scientific  experience  in  the  care  of  hair  and  scalp. 

■  II 1 1  ■  32-page  illustrated  book,  "The  Care  of  the 
Hair."  For  your  copy,  write  PACKER,  Dept.  16-B,  101 
West  31st  Street,  New  York. 



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Photoplay  Magazine  for  February,  1932 



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