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BRIDAL LOVELINESS
As expressed by Norma Shearer
Photographs bv Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
FILMING the FALL BRIDE
What the Well Dressed Projector Should Wear After a Wedding
MR. TINKER had two friends who suddenly developed an unusual fondness for each other's society. He ran into them constantly, and tried to talk as usual about handicaps and stances and niblicks, but they hardly seemed to hear or see him. They left him talking to himself while they uttered weird expressions like "shooting at sixthree," "dupes," "speeding up the action," that made him think them budding bandits. Of course Mr. Tinker soon learned that they were the very new owners of amateur movie outfits. Mr. Tinker snorted. Kid stuff! Tin locomotives, rubber stamp printing presses! He knew that a "real" movie camera cost a thousand dollars, when it didn't cost two.
But one day Mr. Tinker fell. He was really buying six rolls of still film for his sister, when the clerk led him by slow, insidious degrees into looking at a motion picture outfit. Mr. Tinker went home that night, his pockets stuffed with booklets, folders, pamphlets from every manufacturer known. Mr. and Mrs. Tinker, his sis
Sixteen
By Vera Standing
ter, and the two little Tinkers spent a hectic evening studying the stuff. For a week Mr. Tinker almost made the amiable clerk regret his good-nature, by popping in every noon, at the very busiest moment, and asking a flood of questions. Most of them the clerk had heard before, but he gave Mr. Tinker credit for thinking of several new ones. And he was well repaid when on Saturday Mr. Tinker purchased a regular outfit and all the accessories in sight.
Mr. Tinker studied and practiced religiously. He shot all kinds of bits of action around the place. But they didn't seem to amount to much, although some of the shortest were the best. Then his sister decided to be a Fall bride. Ah, this was the great chance for a dramatic reel from life that would be cherished by the former Miss Tinker and her children's children. Mr. Tinker got all choked up as he expatiated on the relation of modern science to romance.
The film was sent off, the film came back. Mr. Tinker thought it would be particularly touching to have the honeymooners and the wedding guests present at the very first viewing. He wouldn't even desecrate it by running it off privately for himself. Poor lighting and even some mistakes on his part would not matter, the real thing would be there.
It was pretty sad. Everybody said it was a lovely picture, but not with what you would call enthusiasm. Mr. Tinker knew that they didn't mean it, for they were bored to death, and so was he. For fifteen minutes they watched themselves step from cars and walk to the church and into the church and out again and into the cars and around a lawn. They said, "Doesn't Dorothy look natural," and, "Look at the grin on Walter," and that was all there was to that. It was fierce.
What made Mr. Tinker maddest was that otherwise it was a fine piece of work. The background, a little old stone church in the suburbs, was lovely, the summer sunshine fell at a