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FREDERICK JAMES SMITH
Griffith recently relonstructed the Babylolian story of ’‘Intolermce.” Indeed, this evamped theme has Iready been shown in ^os Angeles. A number if new scenes were dded, for which Miss 'almadge again donned er mountain girl garb.
“I discovered that I ad grown considerably hinner,” laughs Miss 'almadge, “and, where [lese new scenes are pliced in among the old nes, if you look close ou can see that I gain nd lose ten or fifteen ounds in a second with ne abandon. But it >n’t noticeable. Seeing le revised story did reeve my mind. I had een afraid I was getting
ld. But my wrinkles ont register on the cellu)id yet.”
Constance has j u s t iken up classic dancing, long with Norma and nita Loos. “You should et me doing the classic ;ul¥,” giggles Connie.
Molf Bolm, who is ^aching us, just looks at
le, rolls his eyes in anaish and keeps saying le same word in Rusan over and over.
(orma says it means
0, no, no!’ but I susict it’s something a irned sight stronger.”
Miss Talmadge laughjgly denies all reports id rumors of her va•us marriages. “I have ten married to everyidy on the coast,” she s, “from Dick BarImess to Bob Vignola, f course, there isn't a word of truth in any of the stories. I 1 not in love with anybody. I like men — they’re nice to have ound but I’m not going to get married for years and years.” “Then you dont believe that marriage and one’s profession n be reconciled ?” we ventured.
“Of course they can,” emphatically declared Miss Talmadge. ■ook at Norma. She’s rparried and happy and advancing £iy moment. Doesn t that prove it?” But Miss Talmadge ded, in a stage whisper, “Gee, but I love independence.”
M the moment of our interview Miss Talmadge had just 'ived in from California. A legal tangle over an alleged )ken contract was pending, and the comedienne worried all
way across country over the possibility of being, as she tressed it, “served, or arrested, or something.” iVhen Miss Talmadge arrived at the Grand Central Station, 0 gentlemen with odd-appearing whiskers stepped up and ided her a set of formidable-looking legal papers. “You’re )poenaed,” they hissed.
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“I lost five pounds right there,” says Miss Talmadge.
Then the “subpoena servers” tore off their whiskers.
They were John Emerson, the director, and “another nut,” as Constance tells the story.
After laughing over Miss Talmadge’s discomfiture, they disappeared.
Miss Talmadge hurried over to the Algonquin with
her friends for breakfast, and she was just entering the dining room when a ferocious-looking detective walked up and seiz< her arm. “You’re under arrest,” he announced.
“He had to hold me up, I was that weak,” explains Coi stance. Then the stranger pulled off his whiskers, and it wj {Continued on page 76)
The way Constance Talmack looks up to her sister, Norm is distinctly interesting. Coi stance’s world is bounded c the north, east, south an west by Norma. The big sist< is the rule by which all thinj of the screen are measure^ “Isn’t she wonderful?” sigl Constance of Norma, “grov ing more wonderful every me ment”
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