Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Jun 1929)

^ike ©UrUillage^n The Fairbankses Amusing People sibly entertain without him. He's their piece de resistance. The Wedded Bachelor HAVE you heard about our mysterious foreign lady? Her name is Greta Garbo. She is so aloof and withdrawn; wx don't know very much about her, really. It's right funny how differently people feel about her. The women are all sort of dubious about her and get so annoyed over the men's enthusiasm for the way she looks and walks and that slow way she has of talking. Although nobody has heard her talk very much. They are a little annoyed, too, over the undoubted fascination she has for Jack Gilbert. You see. Jack is our most eligible bachelor. That is, he would be, if he hadn't been married a couple of times. But anyhow, for this aloof foreigner to fascmate (with practically no effort, my dear!) our most sought-after single man and then not do anything about it — really is irritating! If none of the real villagers can have him, then they ■would like an engagement or a wedding or the affair broken off or something to talk about, at least. Of course, Richard Dix ^">^r?^ IS our real bachelorabout-town, I guess. But Vj^' Rich has been about-town \vf^ for so long that he has become a sort of habit. Even the newspapers don't get much excited over a report of his engagement any more. Engagements are sort of chronic with him. He might be called our hardy perennial. Extremely hardy. You must meet Florence Vidor while you are here. You will know the moment you see her that she is a leader of the intelligentsia. Shehas that air of knowing all about Freud and Oscar Wilde and people like that. Her house is full of books and her mind is terrifically improved. You can tell by her accent. And it certainly proved how mentally and culturally superior she is when she married Jascha Heifetz. He's a violinist chap. ot -1 Across the bottom, visiting celebrities hobnobbing with hobbies at the Breakfast Club; above, Jim TuUy, the stormy petrel, in action; and, at the top, Conrad Nagel doing welfare work among tired and retired business men The Village Wit ! And you must meet Bill Powell. He is really the village wit. Some people say that Wilson Mizner is, but I vote tor Bill every time. Wilson is funny — but his gags and cracks are so elaborate and require stage settings and things. Bill's wit just pops out in every remark he makes. You know, he doesn't have to try much any more. His reputation for being funny is so firmly established that if he just says it's a nice day, everybody laughs. They are sure there must be a point to the remark somewhere and they are afraid not to laugh for fear of appearing stupid. Bill bought a beach lot this year and then decided not to build a house on it. He said, "I counted my friends who already had beach houses and found that there were a hundred and one of them. I figured out that I could go to see each one of them and go swimming and maybe get a meal — and that by the time I got around the list the summer would be over." Bill's classic remark that he was playing the comedy-relief in a Beery-Hatton picture is still quoted. But that was too true to be really funny. That low, Spanish house under the live-oak trees belongs to Dick Arlen and Jobyna Ralston. They are our happiest married young pair. We are awfully proud of them because they are living proofs that all the nasty things that have been said about the kick {(Continued on page 75) 49