Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1928)

Lucky ? When she comes to the footlights to acknowledge Broadway 's applause of her marvelous dancing in "Sidewalks of New York," theatre-goers sit forward to admire her youthful charms; the fresh crispness of her rose-petal skin and her gleaming black hair. She's Virginia Clark, of 143 Twenty-third St., Jackson Heights, New York City. "When friends say I'm lucky to have such clear skin and soft, shining hair," says Miss Clark. "I have to tell them it isn't luck at all. In my case, it's the result of care. For my hair, I use the simple method that's all the rage among New York girls now. It's so easy. All you do is put a little Danderine on your brush each time you use it. This makes my scalp feel just grand and keeps awaj' all dandruff. It keeps my hair and scalp so clean I don't have to shampoo nearly as often as I did. It makes my hair soft and easy to dress; holds it in place; and gives it more lustre than brilliantine!" Danderine quickly removes that oily film from your hair; brings out its natural color; makes it fairly sparkle. Dandruff disappears when you use Danderine. Waves, set with it, stay in longer. It isn't oily and doesn't show: All drug stores have the generous 35c bottles. Over five million used a year! Come to WASHINGTON The cducatioQal advaacages of a visit to the Capical of our Nation arc of lacscimable vaJac Stop at THE LEE HOUSE 1 5th and L Street*, N. W. Three iquarci to the White House. A new and modern Hotel. Refined eovirooment. 250 ROOMS RATES: Single room Double "... Single " (with meals) 2 per'ons (with meali) . 250 BATHS $ 3.50 daily 5.00 " 6.00 " 10.00 " ROBERT BLOCK, Pre.. 68 Hollywood Gives Texas Guinan A Great Big Foot {Continued from page 22) her $50,000 contract; and a couple of publicity men, made up the delegation from moviedom. When a cameraman from Warner Brothers' studio started filming the g^and reception, with Texas surrounded by a band pretending to play a triumphal welcoming number, a crowd gathered to see what all the shooting was about. Hollywood simply did not appreciate this little native-nurtured girl who had gone away and made good. An extraordinary feeling of lethargy pervaded the place in regard to the whole matter. Little suspectingthat such disgusting lack of appreciation was even possible, the two honest young men employed by Texas to make things comfortable for her on the front pages of the Los Angeles papers went ahead with plans for a monster welcoming dinner. "You are invited," they informed the citizenry of Hollywood and Beverly Hills, "to join with her friends of the motion picture industry in a great welcome-toCalifornia testimonial dinner-receptionparty honoring Texas Guinan, Friday, August 31st at the Breakfast Club. Five dollars a plate. Informal. Let's give this little girl a big hand." At the bottom of the invitation was a list of about fifty notables described as "Reception Committee." Of course, totally unsuspecting of Hollywood's potential callousness, they included such names as Mayor Cryer, Gloria Swanson and Conrad N'agel in the list. It did not even occur to the two young men responsible that it was necessary to ask permission of the owners of the names. Picture, then, their chagrin when on mentioning the matter to Mayor Cryer's secretary their invitation was torn up before their eyes, and they were provided with a lucid geographical explanation of the way to . reach the street in the shortest possible time. No less succinct, it is gathered, were the directions for leaving the building given by the stars similarly approached. The last straw came when officials of the Breakfast Club, which had been hired for the "reception," wrote to the two dazed young men regretfully reconsidering their decision to allow their headquarters to be used for this purpose. The only big hand Texas got on what should have been her triumphant local -girl -makes-good return to Hollywood, was a property one made to the order of some inventive genius of Warner Brothers publicity bureau, for use in the photographs taken at the station. What sne got from the motion picture industry as a whole was more of a great big foot — with iron knobs on. But Texas was as unruffled by the unappreciativeness of Hollywood as by the sunshine, which was the first she had seen for eight years. "Hello, suckers," she remarked cheerily, as she arrived at the Montmartre an hour and a half late for a lunch appointment with a few sympathizers. "I certainly was surprised not to find all the cowboys making whoofjee at the station," was all she said of her mild welcome home. "This dump has changed some. When I was here making Westerns ten years ago, we used to go down in a mob to meet returning friends at the station. "One of the first things I shall do, now I'm here," she went on zestfully, "will be to call on Aimee McPherson. She dropped in at my club when she was in New York and I owe her a return call. But God knows how she'll receive me. I'm afraid she's sore at me because after she came to my club I took a bunch of the girls over to one of her meetings and we all sat in the front row. Half way through the proceed ings she leaned down to me and asked in a loud whisper, ' Do you know any hymns?' 'All of 'em that's worth knowing on Broadway,' I told her, but it seems I got her WTong and she looked mad. After the meeting I went up to her and said, 'Listen, Aimee, the only difference between you and me is that you'd rather have a good time hereafter and I'd rather have mine now.' She didn't seem to like that so much either. "Still, you can say what you like, that Aimee is one smart kid. I understand she's still packing 'em in at every performance, and you can't help respecting a real showman. The only trouble with her is that she took up arithmetic a little too late in life, which is why she can't keep out of lawsuits now. But I'm here to say that anyone who can dive in the Pacific and come up in the middle of the desert deserves one big hand. "Giving up night clubs?" she continued in answer to a question that somebody managed to get out while she paused for breath. "Say, whaddya think I am — crazy? As long as there's the spirit of youth in the wOrld and people want to have a good time, there'll be night clubs — and just as long as they publish maps of New York, I'll be in the racket. \\'henever they close up one of my places, we just pack the tables, chairs, girls and waiters in vans and move around the corner. Keeping business as usual in the night club racket is simply a geographical matter — you have to know your way about. I've been on every street in the Forties and Fifties with one of my clubs. One time we moved out of the El Fay while the padlockers were on the rampage, located under another name on the next street, then as soon as things quieted a bit we moved back to the El Fay and stuck a 'D' on the beginning of the name. It all makes for variety. "I've got so used to appearing at the Federal Building that now I call it my Alma Mater. I was known to everyone there down to the janitors, and they'd all give me a hand and say 'Come right in, ^liss Guinan,' almost as if it was my own club. But I never once got sentenced to so much as a day. They can't get a thing on me — I'm too smart for that. I don't own the clubs I work at and am not responsible for anything that goes on. But I will say that nobody can claim they ever saw anything raw pulled at a club where I was. I've run floor shows in a space the size of a pocket handkerchief and never so much as had a man try and touch one of the kids. If they serve liquor at my clubs, I don't know a thing about it. But it doesn't matter to me what people drink — if they want to take ground glass they're welcome to it. Personally, I never took a drink in my life and nobody can say they saw me." Sixteen bracelets with assorted jewels on her right wrist, two ropes of pearls and two diamond pendants, together with three rings on each hand, each set with a pea-sized stone, offered mute testimony from Texas' person to the success of prohibition so far as she has been concerned. And they do say "The Queen of the Night Clubs," her new Warner Brothers picture, is to be 100 per cent sound. Well, since sound is all that matters now in the movies, why not put a stop to all this nonsense of looking at the actors? Just one or two more bracelets and a few lavalieres, and we could hear Texas say "Hello, sucker" without the exertion of using our eyes as well as our ears, as she would be completely walled in by precious stones. Just one more big hand for prohibition.