Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1925)

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Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section CONNS "Help "Make the Jtaturt IlNK-u II - Rimenfeld, tnanmrin UfcEj£jp==4> SO important is music in putting over the big featurefilms that the ablest composers, conductors and players are engaged for the great motion picture symphony orchestras. It's signifxant that these musicians use and highly endorse Conn instruments as supreme in tone, tune, mechanism, and easy playing qualities. Your favorite popular stars, too, prefer Conns; the big artists in broadcasting and recording orchestras; Sousa and the foremost stars in concert bands and symphony orchestras. "Cultivate Tour Musical Bump." Win new friends, social advancement; make big money, if you choose, playing whole or part time. Conn's easy playing features insure success. And with all their exclusive features Conns cost no more. 1875 — Conn's— 1925 Golden Anniversary A half century of achievement has made Conn the largest builders of high-grade band and orchestra instruments in the world, the only makers of every instrument used in the band. FREE,"Success in Music and How to Win It." by John Philip Sousa and other famous artists. Helps you choose the instrument for your talent. Send coupon for your copy and details of Free Trial, Easy Payment plan on any Conn instrument. C.G.CONN'.LtJ., 428 Conn Bids.. Elkhart, Ind. Dealers and Agents Everywhere C. G. Conn. Ltd., 428 Conn Bldg., Elkhart. Ind. Please send free book and details of trial offer on Name St. orR.F.D... City _ State, County It Can't Be Done [ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 8l ] Or the Parkway, if Abe Lengel hasn't already "Not ■Gaff," the young man declared, his pot it tied up for some legitimate production, eyes on Miss Cavanaugh's pink cheeks. "I It's a hoodoo house, of course. Too big for ain't seen it. but I helped work on the funeral anything but musical comedy. And with a boat Used to I e a hiring launch, out of rc.ord of failures that would make your hair Vonkers. Say, I get in town once in a while. url. But I'm not superstitious. Thirteen is my lucky number. One thing in our favor is that it's independently owned. Lengel manageit for the Van Alston estate. There was some talk of .Morris Shuler buying it last year. "iut old Van Alsten wanted too much and the deal fell through. If we can get it, our fortunes aremade." "I'll have a try," Hardy said grimly. "Tell Jane I'm sorry not to have had a chance to say 'hello' to her, but I've got to get back to town. Anybody here can drive me to the train?" "Sure. Pritchard — run Mr. Hardy over to the railroad station. Step on the gas and you'll just make the two-fifteen." HOLLYWOOD SLANG CHAPTER XXXIII LEW DAVIDSON learned about Tony Hull's production almost as soon as Tony did about his. He had heard rumors, from friends, that the latter was trying to raise capital to put Jane Dare out in a ne.v picture. but this had not troubled him much, for he had also heard that Tony's attempts had been failures. But when it came to his. ears that the big SunArt studios had been leased, he grew suspicious, and made it his business to find out what was going on. A girl usher from one of the theaters in which he was interested, a strikingly good-looking blonde, was sent for. Lew laid a vellow-backed bill on his desk. "Miss Cavanaugh." he said, "do you want to make fifty dollars?" "I'll say I do," the young woman replied grinning. "All right. Go to the Sun-Art studios near Tarrytown. Train from Grand Central. Today. Apply for a job as extra woman. You may not get it, but that won't prevent you from hanging around. Find out what they're doing up there — what sort of a picture they're We'll put on extra crews, speed up, jam the You may not be aware of it, but much of your modern slang comes from Hollywood "wise-crackers." Here are a few of the choicest heard around the various studios recently : "If that guy is an optimist, Rockefeller is an inmate of a poorhouse." "That woman is so two-faced she has to have a double facial massage." "That guy's all to the Nurmi; he's living so fast he makes" the Finn cinder burner look like a snail in low gear." "You should have seen that dame give me the cross-word look. You know, the up-down-and-sideways stare." "Bill is so sour-faced he can't use shaving cream because it curdles." "That baby is so dumb she thinks the Japanese clause is related to Santa." What's the matter with our having a part] ?" Mi>~ Cavanaugh went back to Lew with her tale, thinking that she had failed. She explained about the funeral barge scene. "That's all I got so far," she said (in conclusion. "I'll take another whirl at it to morrow.'' "I t won't be necessary." David on exclaimed, tossing her ;ome bills. "That all I want to know." His fate was purple as he called hi secretary. The funeral barge scene was the one thing in the picture which served to identify it beyond all possibility of doubt. "Irving, get Miss Shirley on the phone — right away." The inter vie w between Irene and Lew that night was far from a pleasant one. More and more she was showing her claws. The news he brought, coming on top of a long hot day's work, left her furious. "My God!" she exclaimed, tired, irritable. "Don't stand there staring at me like a sick fish! Do something!" "What should I do? If he wants to throw his money away like that, why should I stop him? Though where he got it I can't figure out." "Throw his money away! Maybe that'.what we're doing with ours." Already she spoke as though Davidson's fortune were her own. "Now look here, baby," he soothed. "They can't never get that picture done before ours. And they can't get a place to show it when they do get it done. I'll see to that." "Why can't they get it done? Xothing to prevent them shooting just as fast as we do If I were in your place I'd hire a man to go up there and start a little fire — burn the whole works up." "Well. I'm not looking to go to the penitentiary. Or be blackmailed for the rest of my life. But I'm taking dinner with Joe Hallett tonight. (Use Penc.l Please) making. Then come back and tell me. The cashier will give you some money for expenses." "All right." The girl gazed reflectively at the bill on Davidson's desk. "And when do I get the fifty?" "When you return with the information." As a result Miss Cavanaugh spent the day at the studio, and found out precisely what Lew wanted to know. She could not learn the name of the picture. Xo one seemed to know I it. The castle sets, towering gauntly over the high board fence, were no more to her than a ■ maze of scaffolding. At the office she was told that no extra people would be wanted for another week. But, from an impressionable I young stage carpenter whom she met on her way back to the railroad station, and promptly vamped, she heard a weird story of a funeral barge with a supposedly dead woman on it, floating down the river in charge of a 1 lack i hooded dwarf. thing through. I got the money, baby." "Very well — loosen up and spend some of it. If you let that Dare woman kill my production, I — I'll never speak to you again as long as I live." She was on the verge of tears. For the first time since their meeting in Hollywood, Lew began to wonder whether this might not after all be something of a blessing. Irene as the sweet and innocent ingenue had appealed to his imagination. As the acidtempered shrew she left him cold. He got enough of that sort of thing at home. She must have sensed his feelings, for she changed her tactics at once and throwing herself into a chair, began to weep. "My big chance!" she wailed. "My only chance. Don't you see that? Don't you see why I'm so upset? After working all day out in the hot sun. All I'm trying to do is make a success for you and you don't appreciate it. I — I wish I were dead." •IIOTorT.AY MAGAZINE is sinrant. v.l.