Talking Screen (Jan-Aug 1930)

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^ ♦ ^ THE ORCHID BIDS FAREWELL TO THE SCREEINI With everybody talking excitedly about her retirement, with youth, beauty and talent still in her favor, Corinne Griffith sits in the green and gold living-room of her Beverly Hills home and meditates. (Right) The orchid lady of the screen is supremely happy with her husband, Walter Morosco. A producer on his own account, Mr. Morosco also manages his wife — speaking cincsmatically, of course. Newspaper stories are to the effect that she and First National disagreed over the treatment of her next picture. She had three to make before her contract folded up. She had cancelled two of them and work had commenced on the next and final one, a version of Willa Gather's justly celebrated Lost Lady. Reports continue that she wanted to retain the book's ending, which was unhappy. The studio wanted a bluebird ending, with joy and happiness tacked on stickily. Corinne herself says the dialogue was not exceptional and the writer she requested to do the job was not given ample time to turn out the product she wanted for her cinema swan song. First National and Miss Griffith, abetted by her producer-supervisor husband, Walter Morosco, agreed to disagree. And, the story goes, it cost First National a quarter of a million dollars. With the papers screaming banner lines of her retirement, with youth, beauty and talent still in her favor, f Continued on page 9-5} 35