Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1924-Jan 1925)

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A study of Madge Kennedy by Lucas-Kanarian Doris: How can you expect to play a halfway decent game of golf in that costume — and high heels, too! Victor Georg Madce: But I'm not playing golf, I'm posing ■ it — and my costume will look a lot better in a photograph than yours will! Our Ov0n Little K-K-Klan In which one member of the Klan of Kenton and Kennedy tells .tales on the other By DORIS KENTON IT began this way : The scene was an editor's livingroom. Many books and magazines were lying about, but the editor herself looked anything but literary. She was eating chestnuts. Suddenly, from the depths of a huge armchair a Tall Young Man spoke : "Great Guns ! You're not going to let her do an interview with Madge Kennedy, are you?" (Meaning me.) "Why not?" asked the editor, cracking a large and stubborn chestnut. "I think it would be — unusual." "It would!" conceded the Tall Young Man. "It would be composed entirely of mushy, gushy, sweetly sentimental adjectives, all that could be culled from the dictionary and Roget's Thesaurus. It shouldn't be allowed." "No," I protested weakly from my perch on the living-room table, "I'll be fair and square and sane and unprejudiced, even tho and for and I do adore Madge, have adored her years. Just wait see." "All right," said