Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Dec 1920)

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The Silken Gloria J Photograph © hy Allrea Lneney Johnston Gloria Swanson is twentyone and, off the screen, looks like a younger sister of her celluloid self. The daughter of an army officer. Miss Swanson received her education everywhere — from Chicago to Porto Rico w i: reached Gloria Swanson's hotel -exactly on time for our interview — 12 o'clock noon. "Gracious," sighed a languid voice over the house 'phone, "I'm just getting up — and I'm still half asleep. Please come back at one." .So we adjourned to the hotel lobby for rest— and meditation. We had expected Miss Swanson to be a luxurious young lady, but . . . .\t one we called her on the 'phone again. "My, my!" sighed Miss Swanson, "I'll be right down— in ten minutes." Hut her voice sounded just as sleepy as an hour before. Knowing something of the feminine conception of ten nn'niitcs. we went for a walk 1 :30 we returned. The hotel clerk was quite sure Miss Swanson hadn't come down yet. So we waited whiling away the time with observing the clerk's technique in handling the tribulations o the hotel guests. At 2 o'clock we knew the clerk's first name was Al and why he' never went to the >Ieth odist church. At 2:15 o'clock we heard, for the nineteenth time, that there wasn't a room to be had in the hotel at any price. In fact, the waiting list .A.nd then Miss Swanson appeared. Except for her silken sleekness, we would hardly have recognized her. The real Gloria Swanson looks like the younger sister of the celluloid Gloria. "So sorry," smiled Miss Swanson, "so-o-o sorry." Xot, of course, meaning a word of it. "\\ e're used to waiting for beautiful stars," we reparteed. "The more beautiful they are, the longer they make us wait. Just one player ever kept us waiting longer than this." "I wont have that," said Miss Swanson. "Try to interview me again tomorrow, and I'll break that record." taxi to the Hotel Astor for lunch, ?iliss femininity just emerging from slumber. Then we took ; Swanson, like all being "famished." On the way downtown we learnt these startling facts: That Miss Swanson works every second of her time in California and really doesn't luxuri.i'te at all. That she doesn't want to keep on doing the semi-vampire stuff of her past few pictures, but hopes to do character stuff such as her "Why Change Your Wife?" She will even don prim clothes and spectacles for art. That she worships Cecil De Mille. That she loves diamond and platinum bracelets. She wears three on her left wrist alone. That she never can button her gloves. (We know, because we did our best to assist her en route Z'ia taxi.) That she love* Xew \tirU hecniKe of itc thenters and gor