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Enchanted Princess
The story of a little girl who
decided that she had something
more than beauty to offer on
the screen — and proved it
By Margaret E. Sangster
May McAvoy in
"The Enchanted
Collage," and (left J
as she really is
ONCE upon a time then was a very beautiful princess. So beautiful that folk siiid the fairies had made her of sunlight, and blue shy and the pink of rose petals. . 1 ml people loved her because she was SO pretty.' And then one day an Ogre took it into his head to make her Ugly. He did it for no reason at all. for he was a motion picture director — and motion picture directors, don't need reasons.' He made her so ugly that the people who had loved her turned away their (yes. in pitying horror.
She cried, of course. Not glycerine tears, either.' She begged, and entreated. But the ogre didn't pay any attention to her protests. And so. because she was a philosophical princess, she got down to work. And showed the people who loved her that she had something more than beauty — better than beauty! And because hard work is its own reward, ami because genius cannot be covered with a false nose and makebelinc teeth, the director-ogre smiled upon the 'princess, despite her ugliness. And, smiling, he said one word. And thai word was a magic word. "Cut!" he said.
And the princess, knowing that she had been disenchanted, tripped off the set and ran happily into her dressing room. And, with the aid of cold cream and a towel, became beautiful again.
SHE sat in a deep chair, with her head thrown back and her feet tucked under her. little girl fashion. Behind her, making the bare top of a hotel table into a veritable garden place, bloomed a low bowl of hyacinths. And, close beside the hyacinths, stood a vase of pussy willows. Shy brown and silver grey, the vanguard of the spring-time! Hooked at the whole picture, etched — but gently — against the coming twilight. And then I spoke softly to myself. Spoke one word — and a name.
" April," I said, first. And then, '•May McAvoy!"
It was hard to reconcile this youth, this tenderness, this fresh quality with the pictures that I held in my hand. Stills taken from "The Enchanted Cottage" — in which May McAvoy plays
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