Screenland (Oct 1923-Mar 1924)

C[ Louise Glaum, one of the most popular of all the film vamps, has disappeared from sight, literally and figuratively. Only three years, yet turn the pages with me and see what changes have come to pass in that short time. The cover first. The face smiles out at us, the face of a young girl with great gray eyes, nut-brown hair and a dimpled smile. She must be important, to hold the place of honor on the cover, yet the name is unfamiliar. Florence Evelyn Martin. Does the name mean anything to you? Florence Ev ah, a vague memory comes back to me. She was an Irish girl who starred in "Over the Top," wasn't she? Or was she? I cannot remember. Sic transit gloria Let us turn the pages to the portrait gallery. Only three years, yet the dusty pages seem to give out the fragrance of rosemary and lavendar, so remote are the memories evoked. Pearl White's blonde beauty decorates the title page. Pearl White, the queen of the serials! How we thrilled, back in those dear dead days when you dangled from a dizzy precipice, or, single-handed, vanquished five foul fiends in fair combat! And when the hated words "Continued next week" flashed on the screen, just as the villain was tying you on the railroad track, how we gnawed our fingernails and made a date with ourselves to be cn hand for the next episode. Your Perils of Pauline gave us premature gray hairs and a wrecked nervous system, but it was worth it, just to see how much damage even a slip of a gal can do when, like Cousin Egbert, she's "pushed too fur." heard of you, Pearl, how you were betrothed to an Egyptian prince, how you were the "rage" ^Dainty Marguerite Clark, when she was at the top of her film popularity, in one of her Bab stories in Paris and Nice, of your exploits at the gaming-tables of Monte Carlo, and then of your "retreat" in a foreign convent. "I have paid much atten tion to my body," you said, "and now I must care for my soul." Now you are playing before the camera in Paris again. Who knows what the future holds? Again we turn a page. Two familiar faces gaze out at us. Pauline Frederick, pensive and stately. Tom Moore, his Irish grin not in evidence this time. Was it a promonition of the lean days to come? Pauline has been out of pictures, but now she is back at Vitagraph, to be co-starred rather than starred. Though still striking looking, life has had its way with her, and the cruel camera relentlessly records the traces of love and grief and disappointment. And Tom Moore? He grew famous playing with Alice Joyce, who was to marry and divorce him. Once the most popular of screen lovers, Tom is now one of the former stars living pretty much on the memory of former glories. Just now he is playing in a footlight play, The Cup. Remember Marguerite Clark? A< -GAIN we turn the pages. Two more portraits emphasize the fleetingness of fame. A little bit of a thing, with fluffy, brown hair shading a pretty face, with grave brown eyes and a merry mouth. Marguerite Clark! And, facing her, a man. No, rather a boy, a boy with friendly eyes and smooth hair brushed back from a broad brow. Bobby Harron! Screen fame came to Miss Clark just too late. She retired from the films — and is now well nigh forgotten. Still, Miss Clark's "Babs" comedies, built around Mary Roberts Rinehart's stories, brought Dick Barthelmess to his first real success. Now Dick is a star. So much for the fickleness of fame. Bobby Harron, the hero of many a Griffith picture, was accidentally killed nearly three years ago. Bobby was one of those lovable and unforgettable personalities — and he still holds a place in the hearts of film fans. Mildred Harris' Meteoric Career nce more we turn the pages, and now the interviews, sure token of public favor. The first sketch deals with Mildred Harris Chaplin, then being starred by Louis Mayer. On the high road to fame, with success in her very grasp, she seemed to be firmly established. A few months passed, and Mildred Harris Chaplin was stripped of her stardom and her husband's name. All that was left to the blonde beauty that had fascinated Charles Chaplin, a monetary settlement, and a memory. Today she is only a luke-warm success of vaudeville. And now a more cheerful note. Who, do you think, is the subject in the next interview? Who but Percy Marmout, now riding on the crest of the wave of popularity, won by his [Continued on page 87] H66-5 72