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The New Movie Magazine
AND NOW... FICTION
In this issue The New Movie Magazine presents its first fiction offering ... a sparkling new romance in a Hollywood setting.
Thus is added one more feature to a magazine already renowned for its varied interest.
Agnes Christine Johnston has helped this new department off to a fine start with her vivid story . . . One Starry Night.
Much fine fiction entertainment is in store for our readers.
THE
NEW MOVIE
MAGAZINE
Guess who this is? Ramon Novarro, no less. Playing the original clown, with a
breaking heart, too. In other words, Mr. Novarro does Pagliacci in an opera
sequence of his new picture, "The Singer of Seville."
The Case for Jack Gilbert
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book, "Shadows of Men," the wisdom of maturity shows through, the wisdom which tells you that sort of thing is a waste of energy and may be tinged with injustice, and his work has gained so that he may be justly called Jack London's successor in American literature.
He had, some time ago, said things about Mr. Gilbert which Mr. Gilbert resented as too personal.
Silly, of course. We all told Jack it was silly. There is nothing to do with a thing like that except ignore it. Ignoring things is a great weapon and a great defense.
But not one likely to be in the equipment of a firebrand like Jack Gilbert.
And anyway, those things do hurt.
So one night when Mr. Gilbert and his wife dropped into the Brown Derby for a little supper and found Mr. Tully drinking a cup of coffee, Jack lost his head and his temper and called Mr.
Tully to account. It's been done before.
Now, Jim Tully looks like an army tank going into action. Personally, I would as soon think of attacking a gorilla. Moreover, those who saw Mr. Tully during his career in the prize ring claim for him some measure of skill in the manly art of scrambling ears. But Jack had the courage of his convictions and a fair amount of boxing skill. The bout was brief, chiefly because Mr. Tully, seeing the light of battle in Jack's eyes, started slinging punches before Jack had finished delivering his ultimatum.
That, upon my word, is all there was to the famous battle of Hollywood. Both the boys have been sorry since. Jim Tully almost wept about the thing. Jack knows now that the time of duelling is over, though I am sure he wishes it wasn't. They have shaken hands and called it a day.
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