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It Was Hollywood or flse
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BY way of proving that all nice-girl ingenues are not corralled among the Mary Brians, I Fay Wrays, Jobyna Ralstons, Janet Gaynors and Sally Blanes of Hollywood, Miss Mary Lawlor has come out of the East. With a genteel background of home and mother, a well-modulated speaking voice and a taste for simple, tailored clothes, she could as well be Miss Mary Lawlor from ol' Virginny or other points South. The Broadway note is slightly incongruous, Broadway being Broad Way to so many of us.
Just a nice girl, Mary. In turn, she reminds you of Mary Brian, Lois Moran and Marilyn Miller. The Miller resemblance is purely facial; but she thinks and talks right up the same street with Mary and Lois. Incidentally, Paramount's baby Brian is her favorite screen personality. Which makes it nice.
That the new Miss Lawlor should be playing a minister's daughter in her second sound picture opposite Richard
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And Now Mary Lawlor Has No Time For The Stage
By
DOROTHY MANNERS;
Dix, "Square Dice," is altogether! fitting and proper. Not that she's prudish — I don't know where people get such ideas about ministers' daughters, anyway. She has a good throaty laugh and a very workable sense of humor. But on the other hand you wouldn't tell her that one about the night-clerk.
She Had No Choice
I -^M^^ "P) ACK on Broadway she danced TrJ^^k Ij and sang and smiled her way nl y^^^ through various musical comedies f' —"Good News," "Queen High,"
and "Follow Thru." She loves j 'fl^ the stage — she might have been
^ \ there yet, if there were any
» thing left of it. But when the
talkies moved right up FortySecond Street to the tune of two dollars per ticket and frightened the Messrs. Dillingham, Shubert and Ziegfeld out of a year's growth of musical comedies, Hollywood was forced on Mary. It was Hollywood or else. She views our little town under a rather skeptical eyebrow that is just a little higher than its mate. Hollywood is nice, but — "I'm a little suspicious of it," she explains, r^^— w tucking in a wisp of nearly-butnot-quite-blonde hair under a gray felr hat. She pauses, then decides to end our suspense.
"It is such a strange place. I hardly know how to explain; it rather swoops you up in the most personal sort of intimacy, and yet there is little real friendliness here. I've been here eight months and I have many what you might call 'gusty' acquaintances; but I feel that only one or two are real friends.
"Not long ago I was invited into a Hollywood club of young professional people. I was awfully flattered, but {Continued on page lod)
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