Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1927)

P E P-Q-G RAMS Page Seven THE DANCER FROM MOSCOW Our camera glimpse is of Maxine Kessler in the very costume in which she scored so sensational a hit with her Russian dance at the last Meeting-Dance. In these days when a sensation today is less than nothing tomorrow— in a great many cases — it is certainly something out of the ordinary for Miss Kessler’s dance to have been remembered and praised throughout the entire month. Here’s hoping that she has some more sensational performances to offer. THESE ARE THE ANSWERS.— NOW WHAT WERE THE QUESTIONS? 1. — Ten Dollars each to all nonmembers. 2. — In the most famous hotel at the Crossroads of the World. 3. — Every Broadway star of note — and every screen star in town. 4. — In every paper, every day, for weeks and weeks before. 5. — Dancing and Supper — and an alarm clock set for dawn. 6. — Yes. 7. — You may sell as many as you like; and the more you sell, the better the Club will prosper during the remainder of the year. 8. — The finest music obtainable. 9. — Of course your name will be mentioned. Special steps are being taken to secure only the most affable of newspaper reporters. 10. — This question shouldn’t have been asked: the matter should have been taken for granted. It always is! HE WAS MODEST. We have two separate accounts of the memorable win by Paramount’s basketball team on other pages. One was written from the feminine point of view, and the other was an account by one of the players — Jack Davis. But Jack was too modest to mention him, self, so we are giving you the following i extract from a report on the game by Ray L. Pratt, manager of the team: “Jack Davis, the chap from Staten Island played a wonderful game along with Eddie Hollander, i the Ad Salesman from New Jersey.” HOW IMPORTANT IS A PRIVATE SECRETARY? There’s a peach of a question! But please remember that the man who wrote this little story is at the present time on a radioless steamer headed for Kerguelen. Did you ever stop to think that the really efficient secretary is not merely an attractive young lady who can smile, take fast dictation, and pretend not to have heard when her boss misplaces a word that belongs either to the poker table or the golf links. To my way of thinking, the really efficient secretary is one who perfectly mirrors the temperament of her boss. Thus if the boss happens to be a mentally alert chap, with a merry twist of speech, an ever-ready wisecrack, and a sharp sense of humor (like — well, like Soand-So for instance), you can bet that his secretary is molded along similar lines. If the boss happens to be more or less subdued, with a voice never raised in fury or exasperation, he will have a secretary of like temperament. If he happens to he an alert and perpetually bustling fellow, the girl who takes his dictation will be of a similar disposition. If he happens to be slow-speaking, with a sense of sarcasm that you always have to stop and analyze to decide whether or not it is intended as such, then the miss who prepares his mail is a feminine counterpart. It is a more or less infallible rule. Before I sailed away from the Crossroads of the World I made a rather intensive study of this state of affairs, and in practically every instance I found private secretaries who reflected the moods and temperaments of their bosses. In fact, so sure and certain of my ground in these observations was I, that I prepared a list of actual examples and left it with the editor of Pep-OGrams. But whether or not he kept it is quite another matter. One very discerning Pepster observed, at the last Meeting-Dance of the Club, that “with so much home talent prevailing, what will we do for an audience by and by?” — R. E. ANOTHER SPARKLER. A couple of weeks ago Helen Angell ‘flew’ over to Springfield (the one in Massachusetts), and returned with a beautiful engagement ring. The entire Club extends congratulations and best wishes to Helen— and Arthur. FRANCES WIEL, whose dimpled blonde smile has endeared her to many, is now surrounded with box-office statements on “Wings.” After a sojourn as secretary to Owen Davis, head of the Author’s Council, where all day long she learned of the romantic ingredients of Paramount pictures, Frances is secretary to A. Griffith Grey, head of Paramount’s roadshow department. She is very happy because it’s just like going back after a long visit, for she was formerly with Mr. Grey.