Photoplay (Apr - Sep 1918)

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Above: Alice Hollister — pictoriallyinactive at present -says she was the Screen's First Vampire. That's nothing: we'd like to know who'll be the last. Upper right: Helen Gardner was once ho ted by every wife and mother in the Middle West. She was "A Sister to Carrr.en" and a whole lot of other awful things. She's not Vamping or anything now. In oval: Marguerite Snow, the Movies' First Russ an Countess. Since "The M llion Dollar Mystery," we have had eight thousand nine hundred and fifty six. Where are the Vamps of Yesteryear? WO or three years ago. Vamps were Vamps. When you saw one, it was the proper thing to gasp, "Isn't she awful?" and say, "My dear, I simply cannot understand how that woman ever — " and then you would stay to see it through another time. They were real Vamps then — you hated them; or you loved 'em. Now, it's different. You just can't hate the poor creatures. Everywhere you go, a Vamp is thrust upon you — mostly near-Russian Vamps. And we are beginning to feel that maybe Vampires always were imposed upon, anyway. Yesterday, the entrance on the screen of a luxuriantlyappointed Vampire was the occasion of much awed comment ; now, it causes not even a flutter. Of all these ladies pictured here, not one is a-Yamping today. Lilie Leslie, artistic exponent of the gentle art above pictured, was Lubin's chiefest Vamp. Her mouth was wicked, her gowns bizarre; she wore a cruel black patch just below her left eve. It was terrible. Cleo Ridgely making Blanche Sweet cry. Miss Ridgely — not playing now — cherished a babyhood ambition to become a famous Vampire: so she named herself Cleo.