Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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WHAT I KNOW ABOUT DOUG AND MARY Who does not remember Mary as Little Lord Fauntleroy? Madame Clyn, however, liked this perhaps the least of Mary's films. She tells you why in the story. A busy young executive, trying not to look too earnest. Yes, it's Doug when he was about twenty-one. This was in the days before the films— and Mary— knew him. IT is ten years since I first met Douglas and Mary. I remember I was just coming off one of the stages of the old Paramount lot on Vine Street when Mr. Cecil DeMille introduced a very dark, slim young man. This was the Douglas Fairbanks of whom I had heard so much! I was so new to everything concerned with moving pictures that I was still at the stage when I judged people by European standards ; and I remember I thought Douglas looked just like any one of the young nobles at the Spanish Court where I had been a guest immediately before coming to Hollywood. I felt I ought to speak to him in Spanish, which I hardly knew ! But he greeted me in good American, and said he hoped I would like California, and that I must meet Mary. And a few days after that I dined with them in their bungalow in Beverly Hills. In those days it was so far out in the wilds that the chauffeur of the car I hired could not find the road. We seemed to wander about, and at last we found ourselves back at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and from there procured a guide! On my return journeymy host and hostess kindly sent their car back with me as far as Sunset Boulevard, as it was then hardly safe for one car in those lonely lanes late at night ; indeed, often for several winters after that, driving back alone, or with Mrs. Pickford, we used to take off our rings and pearl necklaces and hide them under the rug on the floor in case of accidents f MY first impression of Pickfair was gained during my arrival under a tunnel archway and being admitted at the bottom of a steep little stair ! But having mounted that I entered a pretty hall and down two or three steps found a cosy sitting room. It had a simple, rather English country look, some comfortable chairs and sofas covered with cretonne, while part of the walls had white painted bookshelves with quantities of books in them. Then there was a big open fireplace with friendly burning logs, and everywhere there were lovely flowers. The whole atmosphere was full of peace and love — For there stood Mary ! She was certainly the youngest looking married woman one had ever seen ! She appeared to me then as just a child of fourteen or so, and though perfectly lovely — immature as well ! I was astonished to see how small she was! For the reason, I suppose, that the average English girl is about 30