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Photoplay Magazine
Norma does this to perfection; but Constance should smile.
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and the next thirty-six hours were spent huddled over the hotel radiators. When they did get out, they were dogged by a series of annoying mishaps. Their photographer was arrested for innocently photographing government territory; Director Gibiyn, his assistant and Miss Talmadge very nearly lost their lives in an exploring trip through the foundations of the old Cadillac House which harbored, unknown to them, a great power plant subterraneously connected with the Falls; and Miss Talmadge in _ a thrilling scene with her leading man, Earle Foxe, in which she struggles to prevent him from seeking a suicide's grave in the surging waters of Niagara, lost her balance and but for his quick action in snatching her back, would have gone into the maelstrom herself. The weather, too, continued to misbehave, with two drizzles to every stingy gleam of sunlight, and Miss Talmadge became convinced that she had been marked for climatic atrocities.
"Playing a comedy part made it doubly hard," she explained to me seriously. "If I'd been the vampire I could have foamed at the mouth and'bitten the bark off the trees. As it was, I couldn't fly into anything worse than a kittenish temper, and at that, had to mind my p's and q's." She shifted to a more comfortable position and eyed me pathetically. "You've no idea," she said, "how hard it is to be sweet when your disposition's gone sour."
I began to see that there might be serious moments to the making of comedy and said as much. Miss Talmadge proceeded to my further enlightenment.
An artificial rain-storm for the purpose of mussing up Constance in a scene from "The Studio Girl." Sometimes the stars really earn their money.