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Trailing Motion Picture Stars
THE INEVITABLE By Barbara La Marr Last night I dreamed that I lay alone In a still, darkened room,
In a casket of ebony black,
Caressed by the heavy perfume Of lillies, strevun o’er me —
Melting wax from tall candles fell — And a clock somewhere chimed midnight
Like a slow mournful knell.
Peaceful and white and silent
Lay the thing that had been me — That thing of emotions, sorrow and strife,
Now cold and dead — and free From the pleasures it longed for — Free from the toll of pain —
For death came like Benediction — While life had been futile — vain.
W eary — tired of battle,
TAnd a world that would not understand,
Eyes that had closed forever
On gypsy dreams built on sand,
Lips that no more would murmur Words they were 'meant to form — Untamed and wild — yet tender —
A child of moon — mist and storm.
In my dream I fancied I smiled down At the thing that had been me — Now so cold and white and still — • Smiled — for I knew I was free — The candles burned low and flickered—
The flame died out — and there W as darkness — and the heavy fragrance
Of the lillies that died in my hair.
Larry Richardson says that the street loafers may now busy themselves by watching the new traffic signals.
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Paul'ne Fredericks exclaims that one is never too old to get a divorce — No, not quite.
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If the Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra is to be non-un'on, there sure is gonna be some wild playing done.
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Wm. Famum states that if they’re gonna attack whales from pony blimps that they ought to get the profteers wh’le they’re up there. — We all agree, Bill.
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TED TAYLOR HAS KEEN WIT— THE EDGE IS CUTTING
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Fred Caldwell has returned from New York from a two months’ business trip and announces that he has resigned as director of the Union Label Film Company and has signed a contract with Mr. Milligan to direct Alexander Alt in a series of comedies.
PLEASE PATRO
WORKING FOR A LIVING?
Cornelius Vanderbilt, milionaire reporter, visits the Goldwyn Studios. He is shown here opening a fig and talking to Abraham Lehr, Goldwyn Vice-President in charge of production.
“SO THIS IS MEXICO”
(As sung by “Peggy”)
Tia Juana, Tia Juana, I love you, Every night it’s my delight To spend with you.
Games of chance, a merry dance, A glass of wine or two.
Oh, Tia Juana, you don’t know How I love you.
“MOTHS”
By Barbara La Marr Moths? — I hate them!
You ask me “why?”
Because to me they seem Like the souls of foolish women W ho have passed on.
Poor, illusioned, fluttering things T hat find, now as always,
Irresistable the warmth of the flame — Taking no heed of the warning That merely singed their wings They flutter nearer — nearer —
Till wholly consumed To filmy ashes of golden dust.
Foolish — fluttering — pitiful things — Moths! I fear them!
Yet I watch them fascinated And realize — many things.
Perhaps they are not useless Nor the message they convey To me, a futile one.
T hey make me see the folly Of seeking that which it seems W omen were created for —
The futility, the uselessness of longing—
Perhaps you do not understand,
But
Moths! I hate them !
Barbara La Marr Deely has signed with the Frothingham Productions over a long period.
N I Z E— W HO ADVERTIS E— I N “CLOSE-UP”