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Ethel glared at a heating apparatus in the corner. "What is this hideous thing?" she asked.
"Radiator. When the weather gets cold you need one," they told her.
"Take it out!" she intoned. "I won't be here when it's cold." Until it was removed she wouldn't go on the set.
Metro had every reason to please Ethel. It was quite a feather in the studio's cap to bring the three Barrymores together in the only picture that featured them. Every role in the film had been sought after by leading actors and actresses.
John Lodge, now governor of Connecticut, was starring at another studio in a few minor efforts when his wife, the beautiful Francesca Braggiotti, decided she'd get into the Barrymore film. She had one important scene to do with the mad monk Rasputin, played by Lionel, and Francesca didn't intend to let anything hinder it. When she wasn't working she sat on the set watching Lionel like a leopardess.
Lionel had a habit of tilting his chair against the scenery and falling sound asleep. If the chair tilted too far, he could fall over and break his neck— then what would happen to Francesca and the rape scene she was to do with him? She made like a fireman on duty backstage. Every time Lionel's chair tilted, she was right on watch.
The day came for the rape scene, and a sinister bit of business it was, too. All of us who weren't working rallied round to watch. Francesca, with her own beautiful blond hair flowing almost to her knees, was a vision. Lionel gave his all. But you never saw it on the screen. The rape of Francesca fell on the cutting-room floor.
When Rasputin and the Empress was completed, Garbo's dressing room was stripped of all the Barrymore chintz and put back exactly as it was before. When Garbo returned she never dreamed that her quarters had been invaded by the matriarch of the American theater— unless she felt the aura of Ethel's presence.
The studio went all out to entertain prominent personages. Being under contract to MGM during the Louis B. Mayer-Irving Thalbcrg