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The First Interview on the Talkies Granted by America's Highest Paid Woman Writer
Miss Hurst in her study, dictating one of her vivid stories of modern life.
Mary, or 7s[el! — or Lummox — talks, and you know how we all believe anything a book says. And so dialog can bring an author into his own.
Not always of course, even yet. For isn't there a report that Mary's and Doug's new co-starring picture is being advertised: " 'The Taming of the Shrew' by William Shakespeare, with additional dialog by Sam Taylor?" Sophisticates are already chuckling at Mr. Taylor cutting into Bill Shakespeare's laurels like that.
But Mr. Shakespeare couldn't be reached to supervise his own production.
Miss Hurst was right on hand when "Lummox" was filmed. In fact, she was consulted in the casting.
"I was amazed," she said, "at the number of actresses who wanted to play Lummox. On the surface she is a dull, plodding creature, with no opportunity to wear clothes. Yet hundreds wanted to play her. It was the most coveted role in years."
Miss Hurst spoke with justifiable pride. She has the simplicity, the sincerity of greatness. Her voice is rich, musical; and she has
the same vivid vitality which comes through the printed the trees, behind the hundred year old farmhouse which page to her characters. She looked very picturesque, is her summer home.
with a red scarf tied around her hair, a red silk work "Of course you know how Winifred Westover was smock over her white linen dress. Two Pekingese dogs selected for the part of Lummox?" she said, sprawled at her feet. We sat in a couch-hammock under The story has been told before, but Miss Hurst's
version is amusing.
"One day in New York a girl came to see me, just as I was going out. She must see me, she said. She had an appointment made six weeks before. An appointment? Nonsense. I had no record of an appointment. But she had one, she insisted, and she had come thousands of miles to see me — all the way from Hollywood.
"So finally I agreed to talk to her and she introduced herself as Winifred Westover. I'm playing Lummox,' she said.
"That rather staggered me, because Mr. Brenon and I had been working closely together and he hadn't notified me of any such decision.
" 'You can't be,' I told her. 'In fact, we're not even sure who's to make the picture.' "
" 'Mr. Brenon will make it,' she said, 'I've been praying that he will. And I'm going to play it. He doesn't
Herbert Brenon, the director, and Fannie Hurst with Bobby know k Yet No one knows but me—
Ullman, the little godson of the late Rudolph Valentino. and now (Continued on page 96)