The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

The New Movie Magazine Lon Chaney Goes Talkie (Continued from page 79) won't talk, at all, I didn't ever say that, but I want to wait a while. I didn't think the thing was perfected so that a man could get a real human quality into it. They say that they've done wonderful things lately. I want to see, when I get back. "I'm not afraid of the talker. Dean Immell of the University of Southern California, is an expert, and he listened in on my squeaking. He says my voice is okay. I was on the stage before I ever thought of pictures, and my voice seemed to get across there without any trouble. Taking these lumps out of mv throat ought to help it. Sort of difficult to talk across a couple of baking-size potatoes. "My leaving the screen is just about as silly as that rumor about my having tuberculosis, which I haven't. T. B. bugs like young and tender meat. I'm too old and tough for them to pay me any attention." "Is it true that you are negotiating a new contract?" "Say, young woman, you ask too many questions. Don't you know I'm a sick person? My old one isn't up for a year " "Nevertheless, I know M. G. M. is talking a new one to you." "Well, if you know so much why do you ask me about it?" "To get your answer." "Well, you got it, didn't you?" He started to smile and then remembered the missing potatoes. "Congratulations, Mr. Chaney, on your article in the Encyclopedia Britannica." This time he did forget for a moment and grinned at me. "Why didn't you show yourself being made-up instead of Johnnv Mack Brown?" "I wrote the piece, didn't I? Should an author show his own mug on what he has written ? Do you print your own picture? Besides, I've told you before, M'am, that it's my business to keep being a mystery. I didn't care about having them see Lon Chaney go through all his secrets. They looked different on another fellow." "Why did you show Emil Jannings and Conrad Veidt?" "Because I admired their make-up and they made good illustrations. I don't see any sense in hogging the whole show — Say, youg lady, you asked enough questions." I agreed with him. His throat was getting hoarse; I mean hoarser. I lingered long enough to suggest that he have a micraphone sent up to register his voice as it was three days after a tonsil operation! To make one of his thousand voice disguises. The Solution to THE ROBOT MYSTERY Have you read Arthur R. Reeve's corking Craig Kennedy yarn of a studio murder, on pages 68 to 73 of this issue of Tin New Movie Magazine? // you haven't, turn back to it now — and read the solution last. If you have read it — you'll be surprised by the way Kennedy solves the murder of the beautiful talkie star. KENNEDY was studying the script and the music score. Suddenly he turned and handed the score to Frank Fallon. "Play it, Frank." Fallon took the score, carefully placed it on the piano. With a preliminary flourish to his fiddle and drum he played it, with meticulous care. I listened attentively. He had passed the "Pretty Maiden" song. Nothing unusual had happened. "1 hat will do," interrupted Kennedy in the midst of it, turning quickly to Van H.se. "How's the record that you took in that scene? Can we reproduce it?" He paused. "Just the sound." "In a few minutes. We'll have the reproducer wheeled in." Smoothly the record reeled it off, up to the very point in the Cafe Martin scene where the lights were dimmed. Bugs Gillen, the electrician, stood ready for his cue. "Leave them on!" shouted Craig suddenly. "Tell me, pretty maiden, are there any more at home like you-u-u-u?" I detected four interpolated notes the moment they sounded — dum-de-da-do. "Look!" The robot was starting to raise his arm. In it was a gun. Bang! . . . Ping! A bullet ricocheted right off the spot where the body of Yelva had been before the ambulance doctor removed it and left his stethoscope. "The murderer shot her with four jazz notes!" Kennedy wheeled suddenly. "Fallon, you interpolated them after you caused the robot to be tuned to them and turned it so that his gun would strike the exact spot on the scene. The last-minute message you sent was a clumsy alibi which she did not see through when she crumpled it and shoved it in her dress, intending to take C3re of you after the scene was shot. You and your little friend, Fay Warren, won't get the Cafe Yelva so easy. You are just as much a murderer as if fifty people here on the set had been eye-witnesses to your pulling that trigger yourself !" Take Pure Delicious uemtinnt CANDY Home from WOOLWORTHS Queen Anne candies combine creamy caramel, nuts, and rich chocolate — in various delightful ways. You will find them in every Woolworth Store — and you will find them always pure and delicious. Buy in bulk, or if you want to take a generous treat home to the children and grown-ups, you can buy Queen Anne in the homesize 2V2-pound box. Sold in Bulk and in 21/^-Pound Boxes at Wooiworth Stores hi