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That Imp Constance
So convinced had she become of the weather man's antipathy, that she hailed with joy the fact that her next script, "The Studio Girl," called for scene after scene of pouring rain. "At any rate," she declared, "we'll be able to work."
But thereupon, with the perversity known only to inanimate things, the days bloomed their loveliest. One sunshiny stretch of perfection followed another with maddening regularity and the weather turned crisply cold. The company made interiors while the sun shone, and prayed for rain with the fervor of an Indian medicine man. Finally it was determined to stage most of the wet scenes in the studio, "and from then on," said Miss Talmadge, "life was one prolonged shower bath."
A welcome break came one misty morning with a fine fall of rain. An automobile was commandeered and the players raced across to New Jersey. But the needed road scenes were hardly embarked upon when Miss Talmadge and the chauffeur were arrested by a busy small-town constable and hauled off to court to explain why her car was sporting a 191 5 license in 191 7. By the time it was made clear to the judge that the picture being filmed called for a 191 5 car, the half-hearted rain had fallen down on the job and Old Sol was at it again.
A number of bits had to be taken along the bleak Gloucester coast, and one of the star's most trying experiences was staged at a small railroad station somewhere in the Bronx when, clad in the lightest of summer attire, she had had three streams of water turned on her with the thermometer registering 20 degrees.
"But the worst thing of all happened in the studio," she exclaimed. "I was supposed to be hidden in the tonneau of an automobile during a terrible storm. I don't know how many geysers they directed at me that day, but I was drenched to the skin. Then came the retake. I settled back to a crouching position on the floor of the machine just as the camera started clicking, and realized that I was sitting in about two feet of icy water. (Continued on page iiq)
Putting over a freak lighting effect for a bust close-up. It is easy to see by the attitude of the director and camera man that this is a delicate piece of work.
"California," says Constance; ' 'where the sun shines all the time." And California, where swim-suits are never out of season.