Screenland (Oct 1923-Mar 1924)

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Meet the WIFE! ^OTHERWISE Colleen Moore, who Never Smokes and always calls her husband, ccMy Johnny ,JJ By Delight Evans T IS'NT my fault. I've done all I can. I've watched them; waited around and slunk about after them. I have posted myself behind pUiais and peered out. I have hidden myself away and hoped for the worst. But it never happened. I hate to have to tell you this because I know how disappointed you will be. All I can say is, don't blame me. I am very much afraid that Colleen Moore and her husband are happily married. Of course, you may say that they have been married only a few months and that it's really too early to tell. But there are all the earmarks of one of those distressingly uninteresting unions which go on, and on, and on, until the participants grow old and gray and face the sunset together. You know — the "Just a song at twilight" sort of thing. It looks that way, really it does; and you will just have to bear up and face it. They Make No Secret of Their Jov terrible part is that they make no secret of it. They are frank and unashamed. Like Bill Hart, they would pick the top of the highest mountain in God's countrv, and tell the world all about it. "We," say the Colleen Moores, in clear, ringing tones, "are married, and we want everybody to know we re happy." That's not getting anywhere at all. It isn't keeping faith with the public. When it has got so that a motion picture actress breaks tradition and stays married something should be done about it. A star who still speaks to her first husband is about as exciting as a Will Hays message. It isn't fair to her fans. They expect something better from the heroine of Flaming Youth but they won't get it. If it isn't "Darling" this, it's "My Johnny" that. They sit and look at each other; then John — his whole name is John McCormick, and he is young and good looking and a film executive — will rush over to Colleen and kiss her bobbed head and murmur "Darling" again. (She has her hair shingled now and sometimes she curls it; but I saw him kiss it when it wasn't curled.) 1 would try to trip them up. I would attempt to start an argument — somewhat subtly, you understand. Stealthily I would sneak up on them in a conversational way 74 <I An old study of Colleen Moore. Compare it with the brand new picture across the page — of the new Colleen being groomed for stardom. Miss Moore is really the screen's one honeslto-God ingenue.