Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Dec 1920)

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David Warfield, the beloved veteran of the dramatic stage, marvels with Cecil de Mille at the wonders of an oldfashioned picture projector — the kind you used to see providing amusement to visitors in the office of the country dentist. Center, Anita Stewart has discovered a new way to alleviate the burden of Uncle Sam's postal clerks. Below, King Vidor, the promising young director, discusses the script of his latest picture. "The Jack-Knife Man," with Harry Todd and Fred Turner, who both appear in this play Pacific Coast Paragraphs Bv HAZEL SHELLEY P.Mii-ic is the most |)ro])er and fitting title for anything and everything pertaining to tlie West Coast studios. That is, on the surface . . . Peace, the perpetual sun and a layer of dust reign supreme. Desultory stage hands whack at a solitary nail, the safety.[lin of tremendous .structures, as if it mattered not at all whether tomorrow came or went. In the yards hundreds and hundreds oi automobiles are parked, a slight layer _of yellow dust soiling evei the most pretentious, as if, indeed, they had waited here long an( long forgotten their claims to speed. On the stages themselves a few actors are being measured fo ]iroper camera focus; directors stroll aroupd ; a Sabbath quie envelo]is the gardens where motion pictures are grown. .\ peaceful lethargy .seems to enfold the studios in a benignani calm : the [leace of the Pacific. , Out here I miss the hurry of Xew York — so far I have knocked dcjwn ten persons on the Los .\ngeles sidewalks in my mad endeavor to create a little speed. Here time and tide wait for every man — and tomorrow will do as well as today. .\nd yet under this brooding calm, great tilings are hapjiening . . . enormous plans are being formulated. The King is dying, long live the King — for in these peaceful Pacific places, new stars are being born — new geniuses being given a chance. And speaking of chances, another erstwhile comedy queen is about to come into her own under the magic De Mille management. Ora Carew is the latest pretty bathing girl to park lier bathing-suit in moth-balls forever and aye — having just affixed her name to a contract by which she becomes William de Mille's leading woman. Her first picture under the direction of Mr. de Mille will be "His Friend and His Wife,'' adapted from Cosmo Hamilton's novel. And while speaking of the De Milles, Cecil, that wonderful exponent of silken lure, has chosen Forrest .Stanley to .succeed Thomas Meighan and Elliott Dexter, as his leading man. Both of these splendid players have graduated to stardom, you know. Yesterday, while discussing the addition of Stanley to his forces, Mr. de Mille said. "He has youth, intelligence, ability and the sort of experience which I am certain will, combine to place him s|)eedily in the forefront of screen ]ilayers." What picture Cecil de Mille will make next is not yet ascertained. He has two stories, one by Jeanie MacPherson and the other by Hector Turnbull, both of which he will film, with the question of jirecedence the only one now to be determined. One is a satire and the other a spectacle — and it all depends ujion Mr. de Mille's mood which he selects to make first. The most active jierson out at the Metro studios these days is the doorkee])er. It matters not how often I journey to the other end of Los .\ngeles for the express purjiose of visiting the Metro stars, eacli and every time he eyes me with distrust ; nay, more . . . every one of his muscles quivers, as he jumps up and down madly in his wild desire to throw me out. And always just in time, the publicity department comes to my rescue and I am permitted to pass. {Continued on page 94) (Sixty-two) I