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Convalescing
By KENNETH
tive maladies coming to them, and there are doubtless certain former residents of Iowa who will write long letters back home denouncing movie folk when, should they become abandoned enough to spend twenty cents for a magazine, they may read the revelation that is to be revealed in the following paragraphs. Constance and Dorothy haven't any more sense of humor than the late Mark Twain, Bill Nye and the present Cobb, Wilson, etc., rolled into one. They would no more think of playing a practical joke than they would think of eating at mealtime. Consequently, with the arrival of the flu, their problem of getting choice seats in the crowded theaters was solved. The two innocents had merely to go into the theater arid stand behind the occupants of the seats in the back row they desired, "ca-choo !" a few times, and the seats were theirs. Sometimes they had the whole row to themselves.
THE rotund Mr. Irving Cobb wrote vividly and humorously of his surgical afflictions in "Speaking on Operations," but this physiological chronicle pales into insignificance as compared with the battle of wits between Constance Talmadge and the Spanish influenza.
Much has been, and much will be, written about this scourge, and the folks of filmland have lost some of their best beloved companions, but this haughty and devastating don suffered defeat before this most brilliant of comediennes and was literally laughed into submission, had to throw his seraph about him, fold his castanets and quietly steal out of the Talmadge hiagalo.
It all happened because Dorothy Gish packed up her nerves and hied herself to a sanitarium. This was a most unclubby thing to do to your bosom friend. Here all of the motion picture theaters in town were closed — neither she nor Constance working — Dorothy having just finished "The Hope Chest" and Constance just finishing "Romance and Arabella" — nothing to do but visit each other, drive around the countryside and otherwise relax their histrionic natures from their respective conflicts with the silent art — and Dorothy goes and finds she has nerves.
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Constance Talmadge 1 o v e s to tease. Above, she is trying to plague her director, Walter Edwards. Below, Const a n c e as she appeared when she leaped into fame as the mountain girl in "Intolerance"