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Between ’phone I calls and all sorts J of interruptions, ^ June Elvidge J pauses momen* ^ tarily to discuss ! # her career, mar!, i riage and other J'v things. At tJie Ja right, Mr, Smith M (with the anKL noyed expression) i'* about to give up the interview as hopeless
The spirit of spring was in the air — even in the busy World Film Corporation’s crowded offices.
“I’m going to buy sortie clothes over on Fifth Avenue,’’ began June Elvidge, by way of warning, “and I do hope this interview wont be long.’’ “It wont,” we responded. “We can see that now.”
“Right-o,” said Miss Elvidge. “Shoot!”
“Just a moment, Miss Elvidge,” began the company’s “still” cameraman. “Remember you have an appointment with me in fifteen minutes to do some publicity stunt on a quiet corner of the avenue.”
“What stunts?” demanded the star, with just the shade of menace in her tone.
“This interview ” we reminded.
“Some snaps of an automobile hitting you,” said the “still” man gently.
“Hitting me !” repeated Miss Elvidge. “I have a new gown on. Where is it going to hit me?”
“At Fifth and Forty-second Street,” admitted the photographer,
“Do you call that a quiet spot?” snapped June. “Listen ”
But the press agent dragged the pliotographer away. “Go right ahead with the interview,” he I'eminded pleasantly.
“Well, I was raised in Pittsburg, the home of the scandal and the land of the chorus girl,” began Miss Elvidge. “Say, that
photographer has funny ideas ”
“Yes; Pittsburg,” we interrupted.
/ “Pittsburg?” repeated the star. “Pittsburg? Oh, yes; raised there. I was born in St. Paul, but my folks moved to Pittsburg when I was a kiddie. You see, they sold of realized that I’d want to go on the stage.”
“Say, Miss Elvidge,” interrupted a mere vice-president of the film corporation, “how are things?”
“Listen,” snapped the star, “there’s one of your photographers trying to get me to stage an auto
collision on the avenue and ”
The press agent appeared from somewhere and dragged the protesting vice-president suavely away. '“This interview,” we reminded. “Oh, yes,” continued Miss {Continued on page 65)‘
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Interview With
By FREDERICK JAMES SMITH
June
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