Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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"But, dear Papa, Little Eva is going to Heaven on the Fox lot, today," broke in Elsie shyly. "I should dearly love to see her." "Now, Elsie," Papa said sternly, "what did I tell you about impertinence?" "I am so sorry I was so disobedient and so naughty," Elsie sighed. "But dear Papa, I have been a very dood 'ittle durl this week. I've been making presents for the stars. Won't Jack Gilbert love this set of antimacassars for his best chairs ? I crocheted them all by my own little self. And here's a lovely blue bedjacket for Gloria Swanson and a couple of bean bags for Vilma Banky and Rod La Roque to play with on long winter evenings. "And I made something for Little Eva, too, but I suppose I'll have to give it to the bathing beauties instead." And Elsie shyly held up a long sleeved muslin nightgown. Papa tugged at his mustache. "Wouldn't it be a good lesson for you, too, dear Papa, to see Little Eva go to Heaven. Would it not bring home the fact that we are but mortals after all." She stopped trembling as her father turned sternly towards her. "I mean after we see the bathing beauties, then can we see Little Eva go to Heaven?" Jack Dalton Soliloquizes on Roy D'Arcy, Earle Foxe, Etc. {With interruptions by Our Nell) Jack Dalton has just, returned from a trip to the studios and is sprawled on a chair in his room, his feet on the table. His silk hat hangs from the gas pipe and he chuckles fiendishly. "Ah Ha-a-a-a ! And they call them villains. Bah ! It ain't what it used to be. It makes a man ashamed. Not a sawmill or a railroad track between them. They couldn't even get a shiver from a day-old kitten. They even wear knickers ! Milk-fed chickens ! It's getting so you can't tell 'em from the hero." He stopped short as someone knocked at the door. "Damnation. Can that be the sheriff? Come in!" He pulled a horse pistol from his hip pocket, smiling evilly. Our Nell entered, dressed in gingham and wearing an awfully sweet smile. "Ah, little lad)', come right into my parlor," said Jack Dalton with a leer. As Nell sat down sighing, he asked : "Well, Nell, what do you think of the villains running around in the studios ?" "Villains !" Nell came as close to sneering as heroines can. "Do you call them villains ? I saw one of them today and I felt so sorry for the heroine, having a poor sap like that doing her dirt. Me, I like my villain strong. I thought of the breath-taking moment when you had me tied to the railroad track and I saw the train coming nearer, nearer. Ah, those were the good old days." "Do you mean it, little gal?" Jack asked. 'Every word of it," Nell cried. "Then take this and this and this." He plunged a rubber dagger into her heart. "How good you are," Nell sighed. Anna Moore and Her Dad See How It Is Done in the Movies """There you see, Father, throwing me out in a snow-drift and look at her. What does she get : a country house, a town car and a Paris flat, on the right bank, too !" Anna Moore turned reproachfully to her father, who stood beside her, watching them take a scene in Greta Garbo's newest picture. "I know, daughter, but things was different way down east." "You could have had my picture in the tabloids, and what did y' do? Just threw a goldmine in a snow-drift, that's all !" "Exploitation was different in them days, Gal." He bent his head in shame. "Yea, what did you give me. A shawl ! What about those ladies Greta Garbo's always doing, not to mention Lya de Putti's and Phyllis Haver's dames. They get fur coats, diamond bracelets and millionaires, and me, the mammy of them all, gets a shawl and a snow-storm." "Will you ever forgive me, daughter?" "Yea, what's the use of keeping a grudge. But, Dad, I want you to promise me something. If I ever get another chance, I want you to get me into the night school those gals went to." 86