The Photo-Play Journal (Jul 1919-Feb 1921)

16 Photo-Play Journal London Tower Is in London By WARREN W. LEWIS Owen Moore's conception of a trip to Europe does not differ in the slightest from the average, as this picture proves OWEN MOORE got tired of the humdrum existence | which movie actors lead in this country, and last summer he up and beat it to dear old Lunnon. He was over there for about six weeks. Says Mr. Moore: "London is a great town. The London Tower is in London. The king of England lives there, too, but I didn't see him. However, I saw a picture of his grandfather, which pleased me just as much. I didn't have time enough to make personal calls. "The cops in London wear hats that are too big for them and they have to tie a string under their chins to hold them on. Outside of that misfortune London cops are just like the cops in New York. They get mad at strangers and swear at taxi drivers. I asked one copper where the London Tower was located, and he said 'You're lookin' at it now, you blighter.' It isn't quite as tall as the Woolworth building, but it will hold all the votes that Cox got. I went in and had a look around, but didn't see anything I wanted." As I said before, Mr. Moore spent about six weeks in London — and "about five hundred dollars for English suits and hats, not to speak of a few pairs of hose. You should see some of the socks that Owen brought back to New York. You can buy the best suit in London for about fifty bucks in American money. Owen brought back six. He also coppered one of those new English soft hats that looks like an American derby. Indications are that Owen will be the sartorial arbiter elegantum of the Selznick studios for the next ten months. One week-end Mr. Moore skipped to Paris, but found life too exciting in that city and went back to London. One of the reasons was that he hadn't had his fill of golf. Mr. Moore is an ardent golfer, and a good one. He swings a mean driver. He hasn't much to say on the subject himself, but one of his friends, who accompanied him on the trip, tells of one occasion on which the Selznick star holed out in three over a difficult section of the course which his British opponent made in five. Mr. Moore played golf at St. George's, which is recognized as one of the best courses in all England. Lloyd George plays ' at St. George's when he is not on Downing street, and the Prince of Wales also goes there for an occasional round. Mr. Moore played a good game while he was there, although he was handicapped by not knowing the course. The stories you hear about English weather are not one bit exaggerated, says Mr. Moore. It rains all the time. He doesn't remember waking a single morning to see the sunshine, but occasionally Old Sol would peep out for a few minutes around five o'clock in the afternoon. One day when he was at St. George's, and had finished a round, he was talking to some of the players in the club dressing room. It had rained all day, and the day previous, and the day before that. On this particular day the mist had been so heavy that Mr. Moore's tweed jacket was wet to the lining. Just as they had finished the round, the sun came out with a half-sickly attempt at shining. "Beautiful weather we're having these days, old thing," said one of the Britishers. Mr. Moore didn't reply, nor has he replied yet, but he is thinking up a fitting answer and when he gets the right line doped out he is going to mail it. Six weeks are not long for an American to spend in London. And Owen certainly has good taste in selecting shows, for the Gaiety boasts the best looking chorus girls in dear ol' Lunnon However, when Owen passes the super-six foot horse guards, sometimes known as "Beefeaters," he watches his step and steps lively