Talking Screen (Jan-Aug 1930)

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The Cat's Whispers Miss Fifi Dorsay being absent, her brilliant cat, Minou, conducts the interview with amazing poise and charm By MARCELLA S. GARDNER Fifi allays her homesickness by walking up the Rue de la Paix on the Fox lot. But, alas, it's a Rue dc la Paix in name only. H Minou is the soul of loyally and is her mistress' bosom friend. Although Minou's remarks were naturally those of a cat they could never in this world be called cattv. AD IT not been for Fifi Dorsay's cat — Minou — there would have been no tale to tell. For Fifi Dorsay was sick abed with bronchitis, the aftermath of six weeks of playing five-a-day on the West Coast circuit. But Minou — cat among cats, sable colored, velvet-textured, artiste in her own right (for who will dispute her thespian genius displayed in They Had to See Paris?) acted as hostess and — gracious and racontreuse, par excellance — gave me the low-down on Fifi. And not the kind of low-down one would expect of her species. I mean, if Minou had sharp claws, which I think she has upon occasion, they were not in evidence during her recital. She is the soul of loyalty and is her mistress' mentor and bosom friend, as well as her severest wotchermacallit. "What a misfortune!" Minou regretfully tchk-tchk'd, "that Fifi cannot herself talk to mademoiselle. But, alas ! had she only listened to me, when I warned her not to overwork. I said to her: 'Fifi, my little cabbage, vaudeville is not what it was before the talkies. No longer we play only two shows a day. Now it is four and five. Do not take it seriously, my angel I' But does mademoiselle think she heed me? — Mais, non! She work so hard each time her turn come to go on, you think her entire carraire it depend on it. "And when she return to Hollywood, you think la pauvre petite she get some rest? — Noni At once she report at the studio and they give her a part to study for a new picture. Le docteur, he order Fifi to stay in bed and take it easy. But has she \Contmued on page 76] Fifi and Minou, Minou and Fifi. They are as loyal to each other as ham and eggs. And Minou's histrionic ability is equal to her mistress'— as you know, if you saw her in They Had fo See Paris. 21