The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

and What's Happening in the Screen Studios Glyn made famous in pictures are gone forever. Franklin Pangborn, with whom Aileen played on the stage recently in Los Angeles, entered the Brown Derby and walked right by where she was sitting. She bowed ; he smiled frigidly. lie hadn't recognized her. Warner Baxter and Dick Barthelmess, two of her best friends, repeated the performance. Aileen is playing in Radio Pictures' "Night Parade," but she didn't make the change for that. She did it to •Change her luck. Just went into a beauty salon and Ordered it done. -The expert refused; Mademoiselle's locks were too lovely, he said. "Then I'll do it myself !" We can't blame her. Her face is softer, more appealing, and contrasted with her dark eyes and eyelashes is startlingly effective. And she's already been offered a choice part in a picture ! * * * ""V7"ES, Lupe Velez is still in love with Gary Cooper. ■*■ The romance goes on. pDMUND LOWE, between scenes at First National, where he was playing in "Broadway Hostess." met an English actor wlio.se acquaintance he had made two years ?go in London. "How are things, old man?" Lowe asked. "Bally bad," returned the Englishman. "These talking pictures 'ave squashed my career. I'm 'aving an 'ell of a time with my II's." TVTOT until you know Helen Twelvetrees can you ■^ realize just how very modest she is. This wit modesty might have cost Hollywood and the screen one of its most promising young players — namely. Miss Twelvetrees. The Fox Company recently failed to take up its option on Helen, giving no reason for its action in the matter. She was very downcast, as was evidenced by her conversation with a friend the following day: "I am going back to New York and the stage," .Miss Twelvetrees said. "I've failed in motion pictures." It took the friend the good part of an hour to poinl out to Helen that the Fox studio is enjoying "growing pains"; that it is moving ahead so rapidly that it may err in its judgment. This friend pointed out that most stars were released from contracts by studios that afterward regretted their failure to keep these players under contract. The result of the friend's advice was thai Miss Twelvetrees decided to remain in Hollywood a few more clays before returning to New York. On the third day, she accidentally visited the Pathe studios. Officials there saw her and asked her to Eddie Nugent: Just part of the furniture at M.-G.M. two years ago. take a test for "The Great Parade" lead. The test was made — and now Helen is under long term contract to Pathe at a salary much better than the terms of her Fox agreement. TEATRICE JOY is a ,L/busy and capable little manager. Imagine the fun >he will have (and the money she will make) fulfilling the following contracts : Six weeks on the stage i:i London, England, with [he act she toured the vaudeville circuits of this country in. Five weeks in Nice. France, where she will make an all-talking motion picture for the Gaumont Company. Mi.>s Joy speaks French beautifully. She will then return to Hollywood to make the same picture in English for Radio Pictures. In addition. Miss Joy has just sung two songs for Brunswick Phonograph Company. DETTY COMPSON has at la>t justified her home in ■*-* Flintridge, located about fifteen miles from the studios. For years her friends have eluded her about living so far from her work, necessitating a long trip to and from the studios every day. Now Betty has the laugh on them all. En route to and from work, she sits in the hack of her limousine and rehearses the lines of her new talking pictures. She finds it much easier to concentrate when she is all alone in the car, with no such things as telephone interruptions or visitors. Miss Compson has almosl persuaded several stars to nunc into her neighborhood, if for no other reason than to study lines for talking pictures while traveling to and from work. PVEET^ T II I N G was quiet on the set where Arthur Fake was talking for the microphone for s c e n e s i n "Tanned Legs," a Radio picture. Suddenly there w as a lott d crash. "What was that ?" shouted the dh-ector angrilv. "It was me." meekly replied Arthur. "I dropped my voice." 17