Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1928)

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make a name for himself. But we realized it could never be different for us and agreed to a divorce. I love Jaime and he loves me, but we cannot be happy together. We are good friends — but I can never be a Latin wife again, and he i? too much a man to be a movie star's husband." We paced up and down in the sun. In a few minutes Dolores went on thoughtfully, "I understand how he felt. He was right. And I was right, too. It was no one's fault. A woman cannot do two things successfully, of that I am sure. One, yes, but not two. And my one is my career. "There may be exceptions to this rule. But the exception would have to be an American man who would understand better and allow his wife her share of importance and freedom." "As a matter of fact," I remarked, "it isn't a question of nationality at all. The Latin husband and the American husband are exactly the same, when their dignity and supremacy are threatened. I think the exception would have to be a man who was just as important as his wife, in some equally distinguished way." "Yes," she agreed eagerly, "someone so sure of his own success that he would have no reason to be jealous." The irony of it all is that Dolores is turning back to the very thing from which she has been at such pains to escape — the domination of a man. That is, if there is any truth in Hollywood's favorite rumor that she will marry Edwin Carewe. For he is the man who discovered her, who made her and who, it is said, completely dominates her life. How to Tell Clara from Sue (Continued from page 29) Under the insignia of college fraternities, or the heading of prep schools and high schools, Sue's fans write, reproaching her for "spoiling their ideal of her" and "disappointing (with varying numbers of s's and p's) her admirers by posing for cheap and commonplace pictures." "As soon as a girl allows herself to be pictured in a bathtub or an abbreviated negligee," rep'oves "George" from a famous military school, "she is dumped into the 'movie broad' class." "You are too sweet and nice for such vulgar poses," cries "Bill" of a Middle Western State University; and "Please write and promise me," begs "John" of the PW Delta Theta, "that you will stop posing tor these obscene photographs so that you will continue to represent to the young men of the nation all that is pure and modest." Middle-aged men and old ladies write Sue long letters of advice, warning her against the pitfalls of wicked Hollywood. Clara's fan mail bears out the often repeated statement that she possesses a great deal of "It." Much of it is love letters and mash notes. But whenever the Bow makes a picture with an unhappy ending, a storm of protest arises. "We don't want to see you suffer," her fans complain, "you stand for happiness to us. Please don't die in your next picture. Keep on laughing and dancing." If people are the result of their upbringing and environment, no two girls could be more different than Clara Bow, child of the Brooklyn public schools, and Sue Carol, product of expensive finishing schools and Chicago society. While Clara was growing up in poverty, hopelessly yearning for new dresses and the pretty things other girls had, Sue was traveling in Europe, making her debut, and living {Cniitinucd on payc 83) Lovely arms and hands tKL{> IDOLj/ Begin now to give your arms and hands the care they deserve. Beautiful women — social leaders, stage beauties, screen stars — women who realize the value of lovely skin — write us that they have used only Ingram's Milkweed Cream for ten —twenty years or more. It gives your skin exactly what it needs. You can begin now to do what these women do. At night before going to bed bathe your arms and hands with water and a good soap, using a wash cloth that is rough in texture. On your elbows and the ends of your fingers use a nail brush. Scrub these parts gently with the nail brush so as to get them thoroughly clean without irritating them. Now apply a thin coating of Ingram's Milkweed Cream and leave it on all night. Your skin will absorb it while you sleep. Do this regularly and you should notice steady improvement. Learn how to use Ingram's Milkweed Cream. With each jar of Ingram's Milkweed Cream come full instructions. Women write us daily telling how they improved their skins by following these instructions. So that you, too, may give your skin treatments basically right, go today to your druggist and buy a jar of Ingram's Milkweed Cream. 50c the jar — SI size more economical — Theatrical size SI. 75. Frederick F. Ingram Co. , Est. 1885, 338 Tenth Street, Detroit, Mich., also Windsor, Ont., Canada, I^t uj send you FREE pune-sixt package of Ingram "s nenju American Blush Rouge and interesting booklet on The Art of Rouging. /nqmm^ Milkweed Cream THtPsE IS BEAUTY IN CVtB-Y JAB. 7.3