Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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Autrey If our eyes don't deceive us — and we hope they don't — it's a good thing for somebody's nursery that Mary Duncan is only figuratively an exotic hot-house flower. She'd crack the glass from inside She's the Kind of Girl Men Don't Forget {Continued from page 59) where in Virginia. It doesn't matter where. Her father, a Cornell man, sold fish and clams, or something crustacean. Wholesale, of course. He was, and is, comfortably well off. There were two other sisters and a young brother. There still are. Duncan pere was parentally conservative and put his foot down, so to speak, on the small, unusual daughter who, at an early age, took to posturing before mirrors and reciting pieces in loud, declamatory accents. He shouted at her to be silentfor-Heaven's-sake, after the fashion of all good authentic fathers. She says she was a very cunning child. Later on, after the two elder sisters were decently educated and "finished" and as decently married, father Duncan sent the young Mary to Cornell. She had been a brilliant high school pupil with A's on her report cards. And her father wanted her to be a lawyer. He felt that he could visualize her perfectly, a passionate Portia, a keen, judicial manner, a black ribbon attached to a monocle depending elegantly from her legal brow. Mary felt there might be something to it. She knew that she craved an audience. Haranguing twelve 'good men and true — well, yes — but there were wider fields to conquer. There was the stage. The Cure That Didn't P N route to Cornell she stopped off in Washington. Some senator, a friend of her father's, took her to her first theater. He did so at her father's behest, in order to show her why the theater was not for a nice girl like her. He picked "The Gold Diggers," that moral lesson, sugar-coated, wherein the ladies of the footlights subsist by a knowledge of what gentlemen prefer. It didn't take. The instant Mary Duncan beheld Ina Claire emoting before her she was seized with a violent fever to be doing the same herself. Her mind was made up. And it is no mean mind. But she went to Cornell and got mixed up in the dramatic societies and acquired some poor marks. During the year and a half of her educative process the red seeds of Thespis bloomed and put forth shoots. She pleaded with her father for dramatic schools. He was adamant. No nice girl goes on the stage. At the end of the year and a half the vivid, eighteen year old Mary did a disappearing act. She vanished into the fold of Yvette Guilbert's School. She sent mail for her family to her sorority sisters at Cornell who, wrestling with devils, forwarded it for her. They mailed her her letters in turn. This went on for some months and then father found out ! There was a simoon. A cataclysm. An eruption. Father hired a lawyer to enforce the parental dictums. Mary, subsisting on a meagre allowance from a grandmother's estate, hired a lawyer, too. On her own. It was, she says, the heedless daring of youth. The sublimely unthinking courage. The things she did then she would not dare to do now. Some technicality having to do with a daughter's right to study what she will so long as she has means of maintenance saved the day for Mary and Mary for the stage. There may be a design in such things. Mary conquered, be that as it may, she didn't see her father again for two years. {Continued on page 94) Freedom from body odor is essential to loveliness . Mum" is the word! ** the true deodorant that prevents all body odor NO girl can have alluring charm, be sought after, be popular — if she offends with the slightest trace of body odor, whether from perspiration or other cause. "Mum" is the dainty, snow-white deodorant cream that neutralizes, gently and soothingly, all unpleasant body odor. "Mum" keeps your daintiness fresh and sweet and free from perspiration odor from morning to night. Also, when used on the sanitary napkin, , there cannot be even the thought of embarrassment. Get "Mum" today. 35c and 60c at your store, or read our Special Offer Coupon, introducing "Ban" — a marvelously effective and pleasant-to-use Hair Remover. Special Offer = Mum Mfg. Co., Dept. 30 1106 Chestnut Street, Phila. Pa. Enclosed is for offer checked □ Special Offer 35c "Mum" for personal daintiness, and 50c "Ban" — the efficient, non-irritating cream Hair Remover — 85c worth for 60c postpaid □ 10c for introductory size "Mum" postpaid. Name Address.. 9-28 93