Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1925 - Feb 1926)

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Over the Teacups 45 "Speaking of night clubs" — one subject leads to another with Fanny ; she's a self-winding conversationalist— "Texas Guinan has opened a club of her own up on Forty-eighth Street and simply every one goes there," she went on. "Simply every one, that is, but Barbara La Marr. Barbara was there the other night and when Texas got to throwing those little wooden clappers around for people to applaud the show with, she hit Barbara right on the nose. That being one of the best features she has, she didn't want to endanger it, so she left. And she told the door man she would never be back. "Barbara is awfully disheartened over the way her last picture turned out. She worked so hard on it, and it looked so good in the rushes that she had high hopes of a good picture. And then when it was shown it was just more bad news for Barbara. She .told her company she simply had to have a vacation, got in her Rolls-Royce, and left for parts unknown. "Bet I know where she has gone, though. 'Sonny,' that's Marvin Carville, her adopted baby, had to be sent up to Massachusetts with a nurse to escape the heat. That's probably where she is. Sonny is developing a talent for writing. He writes all over everything, not excluding wallpaper and imported cretonne. I dare say in a few months or so he'll contribute an article to some magazine on how his mother is his best pal." I hadn't been paying much attention to Fanny as I was watching Peggy Kelly swim down the pool with a few powerful strokes. As soon as she was out of hearing distance, I asked what she was doing. "She made 'The Phantom Lover' with Elsie Ferguson for Vitagraph," Fanny remarked idly, "and now she's doing another. Don't know the name. But speaking of titles — "have you heard that somebody's making a picture called 'Jazz You Like It?'" "Somebody would do that," I admitted, a little enviously, to be sure, because I hadn't thought of it. "Be sure if you see Lois Wilson to say, 'Oh, yes, Miss Wilson, Fve often heard of you. You're Diana Kane's sister, aren't you?' She and Diana both get a great kick out of it. Diana suffered so long by having every one dismiss her with 'Oh, you're Lois Wilson's sister.' Diana's getting ahead steadily now. She plays her biggest part in Bebe Daniels' next picture — a Spanish vampire with a heart of gold. "Gaze on Bebe in gorgeous clothes while you can. She is going to look funny in 'Lovers in Quarantine.' She wears clothes that look as though she had outgrown them and a perfectly awful, frowzy, bobbed wig. The idea is that in the first part of the picture she is one of those dreadful hoydens who thinks she is cute." Fanny got up and strolled over to the door wondering audibly what could be keeping Virginia Valli. "Maybe she belongs to the working class to-day," I suggested, "and couldn't come." "Maybe," Fanny admitted. "She doesn't look as though she ever did a hard day's work in her life. She made a picture with Thomas Meighan once before and was delighted to be loaned to his company again. It takes the worries of stardom off her shoulders for a while." "Worries?" I asked with one of my best sneers, but Fanny ignored me. She is so sympathetic, she fairly weeps over the troubles of the stars, but how any one can feel sorry for girls who make a thousand a week or more is beyond my comprehension. "Virginia's real name is 'Lady Luck,' " Fanny went on. "Whenever a picture of hers that isn't particularly good opens she is visiting her mother in Chicago or Photo by Eugene R. Richee Just as New Yorkers looked forward to having Pola Negri in their midst for several months, she took a sudden notion to go West, and went. working out on location. But let a great one like 'Siege' come along and here is Virginia in New York basking in the applause. She gets a bigger thrill out of seeing her name in electric lights than any other girl I know. "It's so nice to have her here. I hate to think of her going West again. But simply every one is going West soon. Westward the course of motion-picture production wends its way " "Leaving you without any playmates," I added, but Fanny being in an affable mood refused to be downcast.