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AMOTION PICTURT ntl I MAGAZINE L
Photograph (above) by Campbell
Photograph (right) by International Newsreel
Mary Pickford scorns the writers of the motion pictures who
turn about to brand screen people in the fiction they write.
She loves pictures and promises to defend them with her
last breath
Above is Mary as Dorothv Vernon of Haddon Hallthen as the news p ho tog ra ph er s caught her with Doug when they sailed on their European holiday. To the right, with Elinor Glyn, Abraham Lehr and Carey Wilson at the Goldwyn studios
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Avenue. It is less formal th^, hotel rooms are wont to be. A radio stands near a v riting-desk. On every available table and secretary boxes of cigarets and matches lie open. Books. 1 here has evidently been a birthday ... an anniversary ... a funeral . . something. For flowers are everywhere. The room exhales the scents of rare greenhouses. A cluster of sweet lilies-of-the-valley and sweet peas brighten the desk. Tall silver vases are brilliant with red roses. Violets nod from lesser corners.
A. W. F. (inhaling poetically) : The air is sweet with them. . .
G. H. (determined to be adamant) : Always so appreciative. So sensitive. It reminds me of an open grave.
A. W. F. (ignoring the retort) : They're birthday flowers. That card says Many Happy Returns.
G. H. (in a superior manner) : Is it quite the thing to — er — read . . .
(Mary's entrance silences her. Mary comes swiftly with the shaggy Zorro at her heels. The golden weight of her hair is coiled in three loops about her head. Her frock is simple . . . of dark blue atid banded with ribbons of three colors. She wears
no jewels. Only the platinum circlet of marriage adorns her finger. She has never taken it off since the afternoon Douglas slipped it on.)
Mary (with gracious cordiality) : Good morning, Miss Hall. Good morning, Miss Fletcher.
G. H. (with tier first manifestation of affability) : Good morning, Miss Pickford.
A. W. F. : Good morning, Miss Pickford.
G. H. (avoiding A. W. F.'s gimlet gaze) : We were just (Continued on page 94)
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