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Billie Rhodes — Circus Gir
Billie podes’ second feature picture, “The Springtime of Youth, and the music was for the purpose of coaxing tears from performers, instead of money from observers. The beautiful young girl in the blue serge dress was, of course Bilhe. ’
This was on Monday, the thirtieth of September — the most eventful day of her life. Eventful because it saw the opening of her first feature and the beginning of stardom. In the light of this the circus faded into nothingness. In fact, she was paying so little attention to the action that, during rehearsal, while the rest of the cast was in tears, she absentmindedly smiled. But, when the camera started clicking, she cried realistically and beautifully. No mere personal matter can cause a real moving picture actress to cheat the camera any more than it could cause a
She is a restless little thing, is Billie Rhodes. Perhaps this is the most noticeable thing about her. They say that she will not live in any one house longer than six months if she can help if, and she admits cheerfully that she changes her mind about every two minutes
The scene was a circus tent on a lot in Hollywood.
You would have missed the popcorn crisp, and the pink lemonade, and the “barkers.” Elephants, too, and lions and tigers were conspicuous by their absence.
But the tent was there, with its sawdust floor, and at the entrance stood the bearded lady and the clown and the strong man, and the bare-back rider and the lady acrobat. They were saying good-by to one of their number, a beautiful young girl in a blue serge dress, who was leaving them for riches and a life of ease.
Every one, including the bearded lady, was in tears, while, off to the side of the tent, where they could not be seen, two men in shirt-sleeves played “This Is the End of a Perfect Day” on a ’cello and hand-organ. (You would hardly call that circus music.) However, with the exception of these few minor details, it all looked very real. It was real, too, forthe time being.
Wilfred Lucas was making a scene for
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