Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1920)

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Introducing Every Woman's "Little Devil" liable to have been almost anywhere on Saturday night. He flicked the ash of his cigarette into the empty coffee cup and fixed the gaze of his gray eyes on the distant gleaming roofs of the studio world. I fixed my gaze on this magnetic young man to watch the evolution of the thoughts I had hoped would come. He had invited me, a strange reporter, two days previous, to this Sunday-morning "brunch," thinking, I suppose, to combine two evils and so have both over with, at one and the same time. But from the moment that Chow Wee had disappeared into the upper regions of the big house with the card, and the cheerful "Be down in a minute" had floated down the stairs, the atmosphere of home and hospitality had permeated the situation like an incense. Lew himself — one feels familiar, just like that, right off the bat with him — appeared in a few moments and led the way to the grapefruit without hesitation. "This 'little devil,' " he continued, coming back from the view below, "is the spice in the food of life. He is the caviar; the 'hero' is really only the 'ham-and ' " "Do you deny, then," I asked, "that the characters you have played in 'Don't Change Your Husband,' 'Borrowed Clothes,' and the others, are villains and 'he-vamps' ?" "Absolutely !" His expressively debonair little black mustache, which somehow is the Cod}' trade-mark, fairly bristled. "If there are two terms I cannot abide they are 'villain' and 'vamp.' How many ''He is the spice in the food of life." There was luxury in every line of the purple dressing gown. TO sit at an open window almost as big as a barn door, in a house on the tiptop of a Hollywood hill, on Sunday morning is an ideal way of breakfasting, especially with Chow Wee frying cakes in the kitchen, and the most fascinating homebreaker of the screen as one's host. It sounds peaceful and innocent and un-idea-like until : "You see, every woman has had a 'little devil' in her life, and she always loves him, a little, in the naughty niche of her heart " Lew Cody, for he was the host, and I had been contemplating the Hollywood landscape through the open window, in a Sunday morningly meditative sort of way. One is so