Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1922)

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Would you really like to have beautiful hair? Just buy a package of Golden Glint Shampoo. At your dealer's, or send 25c direct to J. W. KOBI COMPANY, 119 Spring St., Seattle. Cm ejw IAGE turn around and walk past her. Yes, I think that's Marguerite Clark." For a fan to act so is believable, but for a veteran star — well, you will not believe me, nor would I believe same from you. Of course, these girls now have the more serious problems of life to face, and they face them bravely. Miss Cooper, for instance, had to make a decision as to whether the Palais Royal or the Club Royal was the best place for dancing. In all matters she is frank. She admits she adored that novel called "The Sheik," even tho Raoul thought it fearful trash. "And j'ou'll die when I tell you what I'm reading now — 'Desert Love.' " She gave another of those sparkling demilaughs that's somewhere between a giggle and a gurgle. Yet, dont think that she's devoid of ideas or of the spirit with which to support them. Once a producer was holding solemn conclave in the projection room, conferring over a film which Raoul Walsh had produced. Miss Cooper, who played the leading role, was the only woman present in the sacred session. The producer was ordering ruthless alterations calculated to heighten the sensational character of the story. Not a man said a word. But suddenly the fair Miriam, unable to contain herself longer, arose like a flame and scorched the gentleman with a holy wrath. Everyone present was awestricken, for it was the first time such a thing had been done. When Husband Raoul sought to calm her, she accused him of being spineless ! Miss Cooper laughed when I told her that the anecdote had always pleased me. "Why, I never knew anyone had heard about it," said she. "Oh, I was terrible. And, really, I always liked that producer very much, but I stalked out of that projection room, declaring I'd never play in another one of his pictures." It seems that the picture was based on an actual criminal occurrence in New York. Miriam did not want to play the part in the first place, but it had been urged upon her with touching pleas. And then to have given it a more lurid aspect than she had anticipated — that was too much. On top of it all, a priest had reproved her for participating. "I'm a Catholic," she confided. "And this priest, who is very high in the Church, is a wonderful man. I'm very fond of him. In church one Sunday, he said he had always watched the careers of his girls with great interest, and he was always happy to know of their success. But he said he hoped he had not led any one of them to believe it was right to trade on the sorrows of others. Oh, I was so ashamed and angry with myself I almost died!" Miriam and Raoul Walsh are planning to go to France to make some pictures. When I divulged that I also had European plans, Miriam expressed delight. "Look us up at Nice," she urged. "Raoul will be working all the time, and I'll want to run around." One of her omnipresent friends must have shaken a finger at her just then, for she added with sudden patriotism, that she would welcome any American. If that wouldn't make a man one hundred per cent, he's a Hun. And They Live Happiry (Continued front page 37) dropped the phone. Well, we were together every day during his stay in NewYork, we saw all the shows, dined, danced and explored the city, which he knows well. We used to take long walks, holding hands, and talked of everything, renewing the sweet old comradeship of New Orleans. It was all very wonderful until he left, then how I hated New York; it had grown drear, dead. "I was just about to sign a five-year contract with Selznick when I received a wire saying to sign no contract until I received his letter. I thought perhaps he wanted me to play in his next picture, but when the letter came — it was his proposal!" For a few minutes Winifred looked into the fire — smiling. "I was very, very, very happy. I wired my acceptance, all nicely camouflaged, and then started in to get my trousseau. Six days later mother and I started West. We arrived in Los Angeles Monday afternoon and Wednesday evening at six o'clock we were married and went to San Francisco on our honeymoon, tho the real honeymoon will be a trip to New Orleans some day." We went upstairs presently, and the little bride showed me her lovely trousseau. The wedding gown is an exquisite white chiffon, heavily embroidered in crystal beads, the sash having long fringe. "Oh, I looked bridy all right," gaily commented Winifred. "I wore a veil, carried a huge bouquet and they threw pounds of rise at us." She showed me a few of the gifts with which her husband is showering her : a gorgeous platinum and diamond wristwatch, the engagement ring of two splen did diamonds set in platinum, and a stunning long coat of perfectly matched mink skins. "Best of all," said Mrs. Hart, quietly, "I have the love and tender devotion of the best man in the whole wide world. We're so in love with each other and so happy that it seems almost too beautiful to be true." The dainty fripperies of the little wife have snuggled into their place among Big Bill's masculine treasures as if they had always been there. "Those frivolous make-believe pillows here in this room almost make me laugh," I remarked, pointing to the lacy and beribboned boudoir pillows heaped upon the, bed. | Winifred giggled. "You should see him carefully lifting them off at night as if he thought they might break, but when I tease him, he pelts me with one, and, presto ! there's a pillow fight on." Winifred doesn't intend retiring from the screen; in fact, she will probably play a part in William Hart's new picture, which he will start soon, and when she does appear again it will be as Winifred Hart. Mr. Hart has expressed this wish, and she says she is very proud to use the name. He believes she should develop a definite screen character, and they have one in mind which suits her perfectly, and would offer an ■ exceptional opportunity for strong stories. At present her days are full. She discovered that Mr. Hart's favorite instrument is the harp, and having studied it for several years while attending the Dominican convent at San Rafael, across the bay i