Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1930)

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Girl Going Up {Continued from page 70) gave her the test — and a contract. And a ticket to Hollywood. .'\nd most generous of all, a home in Beverly Hills with Mrs. Zanuck and himself. Too, aside from four pictures in three months, he also gave her plenty to do re the English language. For Lotti, although she sang "Sweet Annabel Lee" with no accent, just knew the words! She had no idea of their meaning or their mates. So she was enrolled in the Berlitz School, where she studied to such good effect that after only four months her accent is fading like the violets of Parma. More, she now thinks in English. Thinking to Succeed SHE thinks. She thinks, it must be observed, a great deal. Especially about success, about succeeding. It was this constant need that carried her through those long days when, sick to tears for home and mother, she was learning our speech via such pieces as "As a Stranger I Came .■\mong You," "When the Blackbirds Sing Their Latest," and that classic which runs: America, I love you, Loved you from the start. Your shores have bid me welcome To warm my homesick heart. I love your broad acres, I love your buildings tall, I love your men and women, God bless you one and all! Most any alien, I 'm thinking, might have been excused a severe emotional cramp after such a lingual diet. But not Lotti. Clear speech is necessary for success. And that was what she has come for — to make good. "Make good" — "make good" — "make good" runs through her conversation like an iron thread in a silken tapestry. And after her hit in "See Naples and Die," and the promise she gives in \'ina Delmar's "A Soldier's Plaything" opposite Ben Lyon, she seems on the threshold of achieving her weesh . The Price of Glory " I .^ET is veray hard work," she assured l^j me. "I nevair thought eet would be so hard. I have only sleep one houair now in two days. See the circales under my eyes?" She indicated two faint smudges, little sisters of those of the usual Hollywood gal, beneath her moist brown eyes. "And my feet! In Budapest I wear a size four shoe. In New York four and a half — and here a five! I am getting beeg feet!" "Perhaps you're sorry you left the Continent?" I suggested (just a suggestive old meanie). "You miss your home — and those feet — and the hard work — and, ahem, the beer here is so — " "Oh, no! No! No! The work is veray hard, I know. The othair day when I was all wet in the clothes at seex o 'clock and the weend was blowing, I theenk gosh I nevair work so hard before. But I weel do eet. I must make good. I weel make good!" Her sincerity and bright determination made me feel as if I had teased an earnest little spaniel intent upon some shining bauble. I felt fatherly as Eddie Cantor. Fatherly. And me still having to leave the room when my sister has a new story. But Lotti is like that. A charming leetle keedie whom social Hollywood has taken to eets bosom as I nevair (that stuff is catching ij recall its having taken another. Not for Patting SHE has a lorgnette from which dai., tokens and trinkets from half the nam • in town. Even while I was with her, a tir bell, scrolled with an infinitesimal shamroc arrived from \'ivien Oakland. Lotti pleasure aged my attitude to a gram father's. I would have patted her on tl head except that her headdress wasn't tl kind that one pats. And then, despite Lotti 's wide-e'_ gaiety and gurgling pleasure at each in manifestation of Celluloid Boulevard! good-will, one somehow has the imprei that she is rather like that headd Awfully pretty, but not exactly pattabl She is cute, but no cutie. She is too vigon and straight-glanced, as different froi Paramount 's new German importati Marlene Dietrich, as the piquant cocktal hour is from a blonde, voluptuous nooi And there is the ever-present knowledj that seated in Lotti 's athletic young body a determination like an ancient, invuln able sword. Make good — no foolishne; make good — no foolishness — make good Make good here. New York she foiuii too loud, and she feels that it would impossible to return to Europe a failure, did poor little Eva von Berne. "I am well known there — eet would keel me have to go back admeeting that I was m good enough. I must make good! I mu! Everyone here is so kind to me, they all low me so — and everyone back there expect much of me. I weel work and work am work! I weel make good!" Hurdling the Barriers SENSATION.^L as has been her progress, her task has been no sinecure. .'\ny thing but. Her test by Zanuck was the firsti time she ever had appeared before a camera.| She never before had acted. "I only seei my leetle songs, and weegle my arms likt this. You know, be cute?" And een addeetion there ees the language hurdle. But she apparently has taken both h. riers with that stride which seems t peculiar property of a determined female. Director Michael Curtiz is finding her extremely competent, dramatically; and already, with English all but licked, she is beginning to study Spanish and French Make good — make good — make good. . . "Een Germany I go to every peecture show. Eef there was a movie, there was I I nevair thought I would be an actress — but how I used to admire Butty Rogairs and Mary Peekford and Doglas Fairbanks! Oh, Doglas Fairbanks! But you know — " her voice lowered confidentially and she looked around for a chance eavesdropper from the Front Office — "before getting to New ^'ork I nevair heard of John Barrymore!" "Congratulations!" I beamed, a matriarch at least. "But you won't put that een the news paper?" she asked anxiously. "'Sou know — " her voice trailed away and she looked down at her lap. "You know I knew. Play safe — work hard — offend 110 one, by even so slight a detail as admitting ignorance of the existence of an influential man — make good. Go up. Up. Up to where the stars are! When talkies first came, they looked like a menace. Hollywood was caught unprepared. Other "menaces" are on the way. What are they? Where are they? Don't miss "Menaces of the Movies," starting in next month'; Motion Picture CLASSIC 104