Exhibitors Herald (1927)

10 STUDIO SECTION OF October 8, 1927 Rambling ’Round in Hollywood COULD the one and only Adam, who played opposite Eve in life’s greatest drama, ever break into pictures if he came back to-day? This question is suggested by what happened to Orville Caldwell. Everybody knows that Orville is quite an actor on the speaking stage. He played a big role in “The Miracle.” But how many know that he has an Adam’s Apple? Caldwell never had considered this highly important point until he was asked to make a screen test for a big picture. Everything went along nicely during the test. He smiled, emoted and did his stuff magnificently. Several days later the director called on him. “CTORRY, old man,” he said, “but the ^ test did not prove effective. You see, your Adam’s Apple stood out a little too prominently.” “But it is necessary for everybody to have an Adam’s Apple,” said Caldwell. “In fact, if I didn’t have a good one I would not be effective on the speaking stage. Undoubtedly you must know that the larynx is the organ of speech, and is the section of the air passage situated between the hyoid bone above and the wind pipe below and lying well to the front of the neck. It is a box shaped framework which meets in an angle in front, causing a protuberance known as Adam’s Apple. You have one, I have one, Adam had one. Why worry?” Caldwell has made two pictures for F B O, and is now engaged in the making of another. He says motion picture work is “the apple of his eye.” “ The Sam W/ho Laughed” When D. W. Griffith calls, Duty halts. Mary Philbin was scheduled to give a breakfast to 50 newspaper correspondents at the Universal Studios recently. She was to christen a scene in her latest picture, “The Man Who Laughs.” The correspondents gathered. All was laughter and merriment. Sam Jacobson laughed louder than anyone else, for he visualized a big publicity break. The time for Miss Philbin’s appearance sped by, and she wasn’t there. Sam became the man who didn’t laugh. He realized how theatrical publicity men feel when stars scheduled to make a personal appearance are detained while an eager audience applauds in vain. Then came a telegram from Miss Philbin. It stated that D. W. Griffith wanted her at United Artists, that she had to go, and that everybody would understand. Everybody did. Mary is one of the sweetest of screen stars, and all hands expressed the hope that Mr. Griffith would appreciate her true worth — everybody but Sam Jacobson. We can’t tell what he thought. The Ayes Have It What is a monocle — and why? History tells us that one of the Georges of England, being defective of vision in one eye, wore a single eye glass, whereupon his courtiers, having good eyes, copied the King and began wearing monocles. The other evening a budding young picture star — he is just past twenty — stood in front of a big first-run house wearing a monocle. “What’s that over there?” the house manager asked the chief projectionist, at the same time pointing to the young star. “That?” growled the C. P. “Oh, that’s a new projection machine ordered two weeks ago and it’s just shown up.” Torrents of Lawrence Rebuke Florence Lawrence, drama editor of the Los Angeles Examiner, gave her annual party a few days ago to the Hi-Hatters, the theatrical publicity men of this city. The affair took place at her Summer home at Laguna Beach. The publicity men turned out with high hats, which Florence took away from them, ordering her maid to throw them into the ocean. “I want you to understand that you are just ordinary people,” she said. “And I want better press copy and less of it. Also I want it early.” Bob Doman said he usually sent the Loew’ s State stuff in two weeks ahead of publication time. Ham Beall protested that his copy beat the barrier by three weeks. “Well, that’s too early,” said Florence Lawrence. “What do you expect me to do — keep a publicity ‘morgue’?” Then she proceeded to give the Hi-Hatters the “low down” on publicity stories. "Can’t you ever write real, honest-to-goodness stories?” she asked. Roy Miller said he often sat up till 4 A. M. toiling and boiling to please the drama editors. “How many sat up with you on these occasions — and what has been the limit?” asked Mrs. Lawrence. Young Mrs. Schildkraut was a guest of honor at the party. She is bewitching in every way, and when she plunged into the surf and began swimming far out to sea Sam Cohen bravely followed, as a chaperon against sharks. By the time Mrs. Schildkraut reached shore Sam was wallowing in the swell two hundred yards out toward Hawaii. Being an excellent athlete, Sam floated and let the wild waves wash him in. As a bathing suit Ham Beall wore Jack Dempsey’s ring costume, brought back from Chicago by Arthur Wenzel. It was all right, except that the belt wouldn’t buckle. — J. M. Loughborough. Helene Costello Weds (Special to the Herald) HOLLYWOOD, Oct. 4. — Helene Costello, screen actress, and John Y. Reagan, son of an army officer, were wed at the Beverly Hills Catholic church last Thursday. Senator Shipstead Photos a Live One (Special to the Herald) MINNEAPOLIS, Oct. 4.— Senator Henrick Shipstead of Minnesota knows a little now about how it feels to shoot such pictures as "Chang.” While alone, and when taking some moving picture for the Farmer-Labor members of the Senate, during a vacation trip to the Canadian Rockies, he was cornered for 20 minutes in a lonely gulley 20 miles west of Banff, Alberta, by an enormous grizzly and her cubs. It is needless to say that the Senator did not attempt to do any filibustering, while he was caught, but he did get some good pictures. — ■ Smiling Through ~m,mmBy Rufus McCosh — — — I AST month Tom Handy brings in a girl who he says is a big European star which he is gonna direct. This bird Handy shoots a picture now and then, whenever he can get someone to put up five or ten grand for him. He could give all these big producers ideas on this “economy” they’re talking so much about. First place he don’t need no story or no scenario. He just assembles his pictures. Uses gags he sees in. other pictures, interspersin’ the gags with stock shots at five dollars per and when he’s got enough of that he gets the “boy” and “girl” together in the clinch and calls it a “feature.” If he takes over seven days to shoot its a “epic.” Sometimes he sells a picture and then the feller who backed him gets his money back, which he is sure tickled to do after he sees the picture. “Meet Madamasell Laiglon, late of Paris, France, Benny,” says Tom. “Mr. Benjamin Price, our leading publicity expert, Madamasell.” “Put her there, kid,” says the Madamasell. “Monsieur Handy says you can get me over big with the newspapers.” “Madamasell has picked up a lot of our local expressions of speech,” says Tom. “As a matter of facts,” says Madamasell, “I has done so well that I has almost forgot my native French.” “Well, baby,” I says, “you don’t need to use any of it on me. And I don’t want no francs, neither. Good old U. S. A. greenback is the language that appeals to me.” “Wait a minute, Benny,” says Tom. “My principal, a gent from Tulsa, Oklahoma, is putting up the money for her publicity campaign. You will receive your money promptly — ” “And in advance,” I says. “O. K.,” says Tom, “less 20 per cent — to me.” “For Gawd’s sake!” says the Madamasell. “Lissen, darling,” says Tom, “I fixed it for you, didn’t I? Then, shut up!” “All right, all right,” I says, “let’s get down to business. Has you worked in any pictures recently?” “I done a very important part in ‘More Sacred Than Honor,’” she says, “it’s runnin’ at the Iris now. We was goin’ there to see it, so’s Mr. Handy can see my technique. Maybe you’ll come along.” “I ain’t got nothin’ else on hand at the moment,” I says. The Iris is only a few doors from my office so we walks up there. We gets in just in time for the news reel. Then a comedy which was terrible, and then comes “More Sacred Than Honor.” “They done me dirt on this,” says Madamasell Laiglon, “my name ain’t on the cast sheet. The star was jealous of me.” We sits through five reels and ain’t seen her yet. “They cut out a grand piece I done in the third reel,” she says. “The darn cutter mislaid it, he said. Influence was brought to bear, I heard.” “Let’s move,” I says, “there’s a draft on the back of my neck, and drafts is poison 1o me.” “Sit still,” she says, very fierce. “Right here is where I come in.” I sneezed. “Which is you?” I asked. “You missed it,” she says. “Let’s go.” “You was great, sweetheart,” says ( Continued on page 26)