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The Return of Blanche Sweet
By TED LE BERTHON
"No." she replied, and her response sounded like a single sharp drum beat, unemotional— and final.
Holding a wide-brimmed, blackstraw sailor hat on her lap, she bent her head, then with an abrupt toss shook back her bobbed blonde hair and looked out quietly across the Goldwyn vista of walks and driveways. Her modest, boyishly tailored tweeds, colored a light blue, recalled the design of eggs dipped at Easter into pallid dyes.
She said nothing more then, and I felt somehow in the presence of one whose brain is tired. I asked her if she had been working hard on her current picture, "In the Palace of the King."
"Somewhat," came the answer, tersely yet good-humoredly. In her delft-blue eyes was a hard weariness, and something somehow suggested a little conqueror, a girl who had achieved a purpose fraught with soul-consuming drama, a victor in some personal, intimate
Photographs by Evans, L. A.
Life has tempered Blanche Sweet. One of the very first stars of the cinema, she has seen the rise and fall of a myriad such as herself. She has seen a myriad flare high . . . then recede into oblivion
SUCH was" the burden of Blanche Sweet's philosophy as to the future, her future. It was towards five o'clock of a late summer afternoon, seated on a large, empty packing-case which someone had pitched flatwise onto a patch of bright, green grass near the low, dazzlingly white Goldwyn administration buildings, that we discussed her return to the screen.
And. as the minutes drifted away under that high, blue, afternoon sky. a sense of futility mingled with intense curiosity enveloped me. For Blanche Sweet seems happy, her speech at moments reveals little overtones of inner exultation . . . and yet . . .
"My plans?" she laughed rather leadenly. "I will do my best, I suppose, just as everyone else does."
"But, there will be certain pictures, big stories, a (Tv well-contrived campaign ?"
Blanche Sweet does not take her return to the screen seriously. She has no strategical plan for storming the public heart. She said. "The public wont be stormed. If I happen to please them, I will be a success . . . for a time"