The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

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The New Movie Magazine About the photographs in the New Movie "Different," say readers, about the photographs in The New Movie Magazine. "Brand-new." "More interesting." "Worth sav • ii mg. These photographs are made for readers of The New Movie Magazine exclusively. Our own photographers, on the spot in Hollywood, take many of them. And several of the bestknown camera artists in the field are making exclusive photographs for The New Movie. Watch for the Buddy Rogers photos in the next issue. They will be the first ever published of his beautiful Hollywood home. THE NEW MOVIE MAGAZINE 124 Either Sue Carol and her husband, Dick Stuart, are cutting down on garage expenses or they are just doing this for fun. Lucille, Joan and Mrs. Doug (Continued from page 123) her. It is my belief that people never change fundamentally. The things they do and are throughout life are always within them, always possibilities. A hill with gold beneath its surface isn't a gold mine until somebody discovers the gold and begins digging it out. But the gold was always there. All the sweet and womanly things, all the true and fine things, that had always been in Joan Crawford and that had kept her from being anything but youthfully wild and maybe a little foolish, were brought to the surface by her desire to be the woman she wanted Douglas to have for a wife. Having found her man, she wanted a home, she wanted marriage, and I think she wants children as soon as the first flare of romance has subsided a little. The same strength of character she had displayed in her hardworking, consistent effort for screen success displayed itself in her love life. She abandoned all the make-shifts for happiness once happiness itself was within her grasp. Girls everywhere have been doing the same things for years. Doug and Joan are like any other young couple who are madly in love and to whom marriage is new and wonderful. It is a perfect picture of young love at its best — a grande passion of youth. JOAN is a little shy in her new role. She is terribly conscious that she hasn't been trained to be a wife or to run a house. When she started to furnish the home she and Douglas had bought near Beverly Hills, she was so funny and so pathetic that I shall never forget her. Hope Loring, one of the most famous of Hollywood scenario writers, is her best friend and spiritual advisor — and a very wonderful one for any girl to have. And she used to come running to Hope's perfectly appointed and perfectly run English home and sit down on the floor and howl. "I don't know what to do with the hall," she would say. "I don't know what to do in my bedroom. It's terrible. Oh, Hope, will you help me? I do so want to make a nice home for Douglas." (She doesn't always call him Dodo, in spite of reports.) Everything about her has changed. She looks young again, floweringly young. Her eyes are wide open and look at life with joy. Her thoughts are wrapt up in her husband. A new dignity has come to her and she behaves with decorum and a quaint little deference to his wishes and his tastes. Her admiration for him is boundless. "There's nothing he can't do," she said to me the other night. "He writes poetry. And he can draw. And he writes plays and articles and screen stories. He's read everything. He's a marvelous athlete. Really, I don't supoose there ever was another boy like Dodo." It is a girl's first great love. But, being Joan Crawford, she puts strength and fire into it beyond the ordinary girl's range of feeling and thought. I believe that given proper stories, Joan Crawford's big days are still ahead of her. With her, I always get the feeling that, while Doug has revealed the depths of her woman's nature, there are still raw and undiscovered talents, still mental fields, which haven't even been touched. Now, Joan is a fascinating, vivid girl, made lovely by the glow of a real love. I shall be terribly anxious to see what she's like ten years from now, when she has become a woman. There aren't many young girls one meets nowadays who awaken that strong curiosity, that hope that you will be able to see them ten years from now because they wili be very much worth while.