Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

J±t last I HAVE FOUND THE JTerfect JVLanicure BY MISS ROSALINE DUNN The women of New York's smartest society are my clients. Their patronage is my reward for a life devoted to the art of manicuring. For years I have studied the care of the nails and hands, always striving to achieve exquisite perfection . . . to give nails an alluring, lustrous tint of the correct shade, and frame each one in a soft, pink cuticle curve of beauty. Then from Paris came the whisper that liquid polishes had been created. I tried all of them. But some of them peeled or dulled in spots. Others gave the nails an unnatural tint that was too obvious. Then just when I despaired of ever realizing my ambitions I discovered the Glazo Manicure. What a happy meeting! The marvelous Glazo Polish brings to nails such enchanting loveliness. Its radiant beauty makes the hands seem fairer. It will keep your nails as perfectly groomed, as beautiful as if I were manicuring them for you. And the Glazo Cuticle Oil (for those who prefer, the Glazo Cuticle Cream) softens the cuticle and keeps it smooth, pink, and beautifully curved. Let the Glazo Company send you the little lesson book I have prepared. It tells you how to hide traces of work and keep your hands youthful. Also, it explains the latest method of manicuring the hands. Your favorite shop sells Glazo. Its price, — including the remover, 50c. Known as Galo in England and the Colonies. The Glazo Co. 669 Blair Avenue Cincinnati, Ohio Please send me Miss Dunn's booklet and the miniature Glazo manicure set, ioc enclosed. Name Street City y . . -, i _V ' ' L, Speaking of dangerous sports, there's mumblety-peg. Just look at Polly Ann Young and Johnny Mack Brown pooh-poohing peril and literally taking their knives in their hands Hollywood's Seven Deadly Cliques (Continued from page 45) nothing on the hip but the unavoidable birthmark. Ronald Colman, Charles Lane, William Powell and Richard Barthelmess form a clique of slightly bored bachelor bonvivants, with Florence Yidor, the only woman in the circle, as a sort of queen whose taste and breeding are so impeccable that she's never de trop. Since Barthelmess's re-marriage the clique has become smaller and more exclusive than ever. This group stands for choice wines and food, perfect clothes and everything of superlative excellence ; for impatience with Hollywood's general crudeness ; for terms of address like "my dear chap." Simple outdoor and home life is represented by the largely English clique of Clive Brook, Philip Strange, Percy Marmont, H. B. Warner and Warner Baxter. Among these the simple things of life are most appreciated. A dog, a well-seasoned briar pipe, a good book (without even a thou) — these are the caviar they desire. They keep fit with tennis, golf and weekends at the beach. Harold Lloyd has a clique all of his own. It consists merely of the members of his staff at the studio, with whom he goes around most of the time. The Lloyd clique stands for democracy. Everybody, high or low, on the Lloyd staff automatically belongs to the gang, and the gang amuses itself going to ball games and prize-fights, riding to them as often as not in decrepit Fords intended for use in the studio transporting props. Ah, Zoze Americains! ""The up-to-the-minute young American clique is that of Evelyn Brent, Priscilla Dean, Les Arnold (the world flier), Dorothy Herzog (scenario writer) and Gary Cooper, with some others tagging along in their wake. They get up late, use plenty of lip-stick, smoke cigarettes, light one from the other all day, spend their money on clothes and parties. They are the backbone supporting such places as the Montmartre Cafe, the Cocoanut Grove and other eat -while -you -dance institutions. They chew gum recklessly. One might describe as the overgrown high-school kid clique the last battalion of Hollywood society. It consists of Carmelita Geraghty, Zasu Pitts, Ralph Forbes, Charles Farrell, Virginia Yalli, Julanne Johnston and Hedda Hopper. This is the gang whose most ecstatic delight would be to see Cecil de Mille slip on a banana peel while acting as master of ceremonies at an opening. They would giggle hysterically about it for hours afterward. You always see these boys and girls at Occasions of Note, with bells on. The seven cliques of Hollywood society cannot be broken into — that is the law. One does not ask a member of a clique to dinner without asking at least one other member. If you invited Evelyn Brent, Harold Lloyd, Charles Farrell, Florence Yidor, Marion Davies and Enid Bennett to dine with you, it's ten to one none of them would turn up. The only exception to the rule is that one is allowed to ask and be asked by players in one's current picture, even if they do not strictly belong. It is very much not done to ask people to bring anybody to a party, as used to be the thing in Hollywood's early days. Guests must be carefully selected, or they leave. The last stronghold of "bring anybody" is James Cruze's house, EJintridge, where every Sunday there is open house. The outsiders from Hollywood society are the chief guests at Flintridge. Among the more important outsiders may be named Pola Negri, Mae Murray, the Costellos, the Barrymores, Gilbert and Garbo, and Lon Chaney. A few younger players who have not yet become Hollywoodized also retain their primitive desire to forget what the world thinks of them and enjoy themselves. The Fairbankses entertain real society from Europe, and remain blissfully aloof. Hollywood society is at once the most and the least exclusive group in the world. 84