Talking Screen (Jan-Aug 1930)

f^lf -3 1930 The Spokesman of Talking Pictures KOW t LL bA I I tN, MAV NINOMIYA, Asiucioie Editors CiEOKGE r. DF.I.ACOKTE, Jr., Publisher and Editorinl Director EKNEST V. HEYN, Editor WAYNt G. HAliLtY, Managing Editor IOWtLL SHHRMAN S biutliei ui-Uvs , whobc SLTeen name is John barrymure, earns abouc ^ $3,000 a Jay. Well, anyway, the Warner Brothers pay ban char n)uch. But it isn't "net " un Jiis income tax return. He has tu advance tiie household expenses to Dolores and provide jack for the baby's shoes. What little is left goes for cigarettes and whatnot. One of the what-nots is John's critic. Pretty impatient with the usual run of critics, he has hired a personal one. A mysterious, Philo Vanceish sort of person, he accompanies the boss to view each day's rushes. Me is never introduced to the riff-ralf of studio executives. Every now and then he whispers to the Barrymore profile. Sometimes the two go into a huddle. So far the job seems permanent enough. John is far better pleased with these private criticisms than with the public, or garden variety. FACE FORWARD, PLEASE ON C.HANEY has taken our hint and i^apitulated to the talking screen. The studio is seeking novel ideas for his pictures. Why not sign up all the Tiller Girls to play opposite the star? If an ordinary gob has a different girl in every port, Lon should be entitled to a different leading lady for each of his thousand faces. Beside, he has always wanted to win the girl, and in this way his chances would be greatly increased. Another advantage would be that the Tiller Girls would be kept out of all the other pictures. Next month we have a suggestion to make about child actors. LE MARQLIS DE LA ETC. IF CONSTANCE BENNETT snitches Gloria' s Marquis, as some folk say she will, she'll be marrying into a family with a pretty long list of ancestors to worry about. The Falaises had a genuine castle named after them nearly a thousand years ago. It is on a mountain top near Mont Mirat, in France, and was built by the early Dukes of Normandy. It was in the Castle de la Falaise that a fresh young fellow called Robert le Diable — "that devil, Robert" — met a flapper adincd Ailettc. Her Jad was a tanner. He tanned Arlecte it she stayed out after ten, and mumbled about the jazz age" But Arlette and Robert laughed at locksmiths and tanners, coo. Then one day m 1027 things cainc to a pretty pass. Arlette anticipated what the Walter Wuxhell of the Jay doubtless referred to as a blessed event." They lockeJ her in a cell in the castle's Jungeon, anJ there her baby was born. He was a nice little fellow who grew up to be William the Conqueror. The castle is now a picturesque ruin. But le Marquis de la Falaise is kind of proud of it. And Constance Bennett would be, too. SWEET SIMPLICITY A STRANGER in Hollywood was invited to spend a week-enJ at the beach shack of a beautiful blonJ movie star, it was quite proper. Her boyfriend would be there, too. At the appointed hour she drove him to the shack, which proved to bear remarkable resemblance to the Grand Central Station. Alighting from the Rolls, she indicated the huge pile of masonry to the gaping guest, then, showing her charming dimples, she explained: "Just a little house by the side of the road!" MOOT yLESTlON UTH TAYLOR has married her millionaire. The ceremony was to have been in Hollywood. But one eveniiig, atop the tall building where PhyUis Haver's pent-house perches, things got sort of slow and Mayor Jimmy Walker suggested that Ruth be wed then and there. He issued a special license to help. When it came to stating Ruth's occupation, she wrote "actress (?)" with a question-mark just like that. "What's the idea of the interrogation?" asked New York's Mayor, who knows lots of big words. "Well, it's this way," responded Ruthie, who doesn't. "Whether or not I'm an actress has always been a question upon which I and the producers have never agreed. Maybe they're right, so let's give 'em a break and leave it. . ."actress (?) " ! And that's the way it read. 17