Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Aug 1919)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

r The day before I i 11 t e ri e w e d Martha Mansfield I went to Alfred Cheney Johnston for some p h otographs. “Martha?” — he began, his face lighting up — “Martha ? You’ll just love Martha. She is so frail. She is an exquisite pastel. You cant connect Martha with the theater at all. She is sweet, and fine, and dainty — a fragile flower.” I believed all this until the next morning. When the Mansfield door opened. And she stood in front of me. Not smiling. But laughing. And wearing a sports costume. Of the gayest color. And revealing from under a ' hat. Hair. More dazzling than any bonnet. And greeting: “I’m so glad you came just when you did. Because if you had not arrived at this minute, I should have gone for my walk.” We went inside. The livingroom was cheerful and cozy. Miss Mansfield did nob s i n k into the divan, but crossed her legs on the piano bench. Photos by Alfred Cheney Johnston field alternates b et AV e e n the Ziegfeld Frolics and the motion picture studios. She is best known o n the screen for her work as leading woman . for Max Linder several years ago A Mansfield of the Follies By C. BLYTHE SHERWOOD I didn’t really mean to spy. But the odor of flowers attracted my attention to look in their direction, and behind them 1 saw some interesting books, and in back of the volumes, in state, stood the photograph of Hazel Dawn, and high above the Dawn hung a Leyendecker poster, and; in a direct angle, pointing to the other corner of the room, peeped a hockey stick. “Skate ?” query au naturel. “No,” illuminatory smile. “Not now. I like swimming and I (Continued on page 76) tTwentv-ihree) A-.: