Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1920)

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Address Allen S. Olmsted, Le Koy, N. Y. That Glad Girl (Continued the very latest male admirer was escorting her that evening to a downtown cinema. And, moreover, her voice, as she announced that she'd just bought a new sweater, trembled with emotion. And, when I saw her at the club some half-hour later, she was sitting, half frozen and wrapped in a portentous cape, curled up on a divan in front of a tireless grate, reading a book, writing a letter and diving into a paper sackful of apples. "Howdy!" she chirped in her characteristic little high vocal waver. " 'M in 'n' sit down." As she finished the process of masticating the apple, it occurred to me that here was a situation the scenario writers always impose upon their screen ingenues. All ZaSu needed for a perfectly perfect picture, was a blonde, curly wig and a pout to look like Mae Murray. "Apple?" she choked, as she tried to swallow her own mouthful. "Gwan, have one. They're the sweetest thing in life." Having been thus advised that all is not sugar that is saccharine, I commence to rack my brains for new angles. The time-worn subject of vampires and the eternal triangle presents itself. I take on a serious mien as I put the question. "If they can vamp, let 'em vamp !" asserts ZaSu dryly, looking at me disgustedly. "I dont reckon I could. When I see a girl all rigged out like Astor's pet horse I just sniffle and think, 'Poor thing! I wonder if she thinks she's happy !' " ZaSu doesn't care for either she-vamps or he-vamps, because either makes her think of a bad dream, she says. Being born plain and destined to make public appearances in trim blue-silk skirts, anklelength, that rustle, she guesses she'll always have to stand on the street-corners and merely watch the gorgeous ladees roll by in their Fierce-Sparrows. "Ye know, I'm all fussed up," she added. "I keep thinkin' to myself, 'H'm, this is an interview, is it? Well, ZaSu, get your wits to working; get your wits to working.' And I just sit here like a graven image and cant think of a thing to say. I s'pose I ought to have made a spectacular entrance like all the grand" dramatic actresses do. I haven't got a new, beautiful dress, so you'll just have to excuse me for wearing this one, b'gosh. I feel so grand and elegant that I dont care. So go ahead, mister, and get your interview. I dont care." Again the right hand covered the 'small Pitts mouth and I could hear the shrill, little wavering laugh. Pollyanna of the Pictures; the sunshine girl of the studio! And her philosophy of happiness rests on just one point, thusly: "We all know," she began, seriously, "deep down in us, — instinct, I reckon it is, — what is right and what is wrong. That's being good. If you want to say something catty about another human, just think to yourself, 'Hold on, mister, hold on!'" "And what," I ask, "is your secret ambition? Exactly what?" "I'm going to be a nun some day," she adds. "About three more years of pictures, two more of snooping around and seeing life and then the veil. Guess I'll be a nurse nun — or a detective. "If I ever get a lot of money, I'm going to buy a shack, — five or six rooms in the swell residential district, — and about an acre of ground. I've even decided to get my own cow, if the inhabitants will allow it, and my heart's set on a lot of geese that I can train to suit myself. "You know, I want to travel all around from page 37) the world and land over in Egypt. I'm dying to see Egypt ! Every time I see a picture with Egypt in it, I just feel 1-u-r-e-d on. I guess I like the smell of incense, or maybe I'm just curious to see a real, embalmed mummy. "When I was younger, I used to be an awful dreamer. I read quarts of detective stories and I've always figured that I'd surprise 'em all and bloom forth as Mrs. Sherlock Holmes. "I dont remember ever having wanted to go into pictures. Up on the farm, in Santa Cruz, I used to go to the Saturday night show, and finally, when I finished high school, I thought I'd better get out and find something to do. My mother wanted me to break into the silent drama. I said I would and ZaSu hied herself to Los Angeles and swore that she'd fool her mother by becoming a sleuth. "I go to a show where they have my pictures and watch myself emote and listen to the audience laugh at me, and say, 'ZaSu, what do they pay you for, anyhow?' Just about the time that I think I'm a great actress, I look at my nevv picture and see that I forgot to comb my hair or that I got too much make-up on the side of my face that doesn't show in the picture and not enough in the center. "If anybody has a brainstorm and remarks that I'm pretty, I say 'Bunk!'" During the harrowing interval of this conversational effusion, methought to ask ZaSu the one question that no mere man is ever supposed to ask a woman. "Oh, that's nothing," she rejoined. "Open secret. I'm twenty-one. And I dont think that I'm gonna vote at the next election. Not that I'm not thinking about it; I'm terribly thrilled to see how it all turns out. I'm just not interested in politics. Me? What do I do? O-o-o-h, I just flit, flit, flit, ever and anon." ZaSu, having flitted, flitted, flitted ever and anon, has gotten herself a new contract, whereby she'll be one of the big, grownTup girls of pictures, with her own motor and maid and enough money each week to buy two acres in the "swell residential district." "Aren't you glad you're settled,— definitely established?" I venture. "Oh, it isn't so much to be settled," she replied. "Not so much." But it is, she added, quite a joy to know that she'll really see Egypt. And also to be assured that she'll be able to give vent to her altruistic passions and can help out people in distress. When she came to Los Angeles, she went to an agent, and got extra work in a number of pictures. And then, Fate answering the smile that she invariably wore, found for her parts in Mary Pickford's "The Little Princess," in Fairbanks' "A Modern Musketeer," with Edith Storey in "When the Sun Went Down," with Dorothy Phillips in "The Talk of the Town," and at last her starring contract with Brentwood, in "Better Times," "The Other Half," "Poor Relations," "Seeing It Through," and "Bright Skies." This, I will admit, is an odd interview, — oddly written and telling a lot of odd things. However, ZaSu is an odd little girl. There's only one like her, — that's she herself. Fate, — or is it Fortune? — only smiles on us humans once in a while, and in the entire film colony there is only one girl with temperamental elbows and a dry chuckle and a longing to keep her own cow in the "swell" residential district so she can have quantities of fresh, homemade buttermilk! 98