Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1928)

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ISter and ISSUS Impressions of Mr. Ginsberg, the Manassa Mauler, and of His Wife, Estelle Dempsey THEY are a National Institution, like the Follies and Niagara Falls. They rank with Lindbergh and the new Ford car as favorite American products. No matter where they go, crowds gather and people point. And The Dempseys grin and bear it. Household words, they have no more private life than the Prince of Wales or the Queen of Roumania. They were born to fame; they couldn't escape it if they tried. And today they are more popular than ever. This, despite the fact that Mr. Dempsey has definitely announced his retirement from fisticuffs and Mrs. Dempsey has made regrettably few films of late. It's not so much achievement, then, as high-powered personality that makes tliese two so celebrated. They have all the qualities that the Great American Public demands of its idols — the ability to get themselves on the front page and the humility to wonder why. By Carol Johnston The minute they close the gate of their comfortable Hollywood home behind them they become public property. In New York their every move is chronicled. The hotel on Park Avenue, where they stop, may be harboring — as it was last time — a prince and princess, a lord and lady or two, assorted diplomats, aviators and screen stars — but it was The Dempseys who received the attention. They were deluged with distinguished guests, costly gifts, phone calls, telegrams, and vaudeville, movie and stage offers. And they managed to remain, in the midst of all the adulation, simply Mister and Missus — a De Luxe edition, but still Mr. and Mrs. This king of the ring and his movie queen have never taken themselves seriously, and they don't intend to begin. Now that they can afford all the caviar they want, they still prefer corned beef and cabbage. Their combined earnings have brought them {Continued on page 87) 51