Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

1 1 Questions and Ans\vers (Continued) Miss Wilson, Ontario. — Some women are prclly — sure of themselves. Haste is what you marry in. I have never repented — of not marryinR. "Flying A" a new concern? Why, child, it's an old, old one — don't you remembah your old Jack Kerripan Americans, your old Louise Lester "Calamity Ann?" And those westerns with Jack Richardson, and Vivian Rich, and Pauline Bush and Wally Reid? No, child, I dont suppose you do remember. An old man like mc — why, I can even remember Mary in "The Mender of Nets" and that's going pretty far back, for the movies. Lamar Johnstone died during the month in Hollywood. If I hear of any film company wanting a good stenog., I'll wire you and warn them. Nour picture is very pretty, generally speaking, Miss W., and very pretty any other way, too. Donald W., Okillia. — Yes, yes, clothes make the man— I owe a lot to my tailor. You call me "Dear Answer Man" and ask if I allow people to call me that. I allow people call me anything — I can't do much about it, you see. However you are sweetly inoffensive in address, Donalda and in spite of the fact that a Donald once won the drawing prize I was counting on, in school — never will I forget the haughty gaze he gave me as he passed up the aisle to receive his medal and then his agonized look as he fell when I tripped him — in spite of the fact, I say, that I dislike Donalds I cannot deny that the female of the species is more delightful than the mail. Write to Eugene O'Brien at the Hotel Royalton, New York, and tell him, very gently, that you love his wave, adore his uplifted eyebrow and are passionately fond of that droop to his mouth and Gene maybe will send you a photo — I'm sure I wouldn't. Virginia, Brooklyn. — No, I haven't decided what shade my summer suit will be. I have selected three different shades — I do admire that new terra-cotta hue, don't you? — and now my stenographer is making up my mind. I will not send you a picture of me in my new suit but I shall be more than pleased to send you a sample of the material. Questions, please? Norma Talmadge, I believe, usually mails photographs to her admirers but I'd enclose twenty-five cents to cover postage if I were you. Ancelyn p. T., Rochester, N. Y. — No, I have never heard your name before. Yes, my landlady asks a lot for the rent of my hall room ; several times a week in fact — but she doesn't always get it. That girl wasn't cast. You bet you're going to see Eugene O'Brien — his first Selznick release is called "The Perfect Lover." Some title — and quite appropriate, I should say. Norman Kerry is co-starred with Wanda Hawley in "\'irtuous Sinners" for the Pioneer Film Corporation; also he is playing with Marion Davics in a new picture. Fay Tinchcr comes back in "Sally's Blighted Career," a Christie special. Jack Depp is that young man who plays with Eleanor Field in her comedies. Florence Marjorie, Cresco, Iowa. — I like the name of your town; but it reminds me of a biscuit. You strictly adjure me not to use your names but, my dear, this is your third letter and you call me anything, including Old Rip. Lucille Lee Stewart is the wife of Ralph Ince, you know. Pect.y Mulligan, Conn. — All the knocks 1 get are as pin-pricks to an elephant. But all the bouquets that you send me bloom, and bloom, in my garden of memory. My word — I could write subtitles if I cared to, couldn't I? You up-to-date, tight-skirted young women are no longer affrighted at anything. If a cow says "moo" to you, you say "pooh" and hobble on your way. How I love the new ladies. Burton Holmes' Travelogues arc released through Paramount ; but he also lectures about the country, in person. There is indeed such a person as Burton. Thanks so much and write again. Jeanne, Pcstland. — Yes, some of these actors who say they are wedded to their art must find art a pretty poor wife. Charles Ray is really married my dear. She is not ■ a professional. They haven't any children. You want pictures of Ray's home. You shall have it. Nancy, E. C, Burlingame. — Oh yes, most of the screen heroes positively detest being recognized and stared at. They hate popularity and shun publicity and if you could see the way some of them run from Ln interviewer you would marvel at their powers of camouflage. No star is born to blush unseen — and I must say they rarely blush. But, Nancy, I like them all. I wish I could see Mister Creigliton Hale. I would tell Mister Hale just what I think of him for neglecting to w-rite you when you enclosed two bits in the new stamps. Creighton, how could you, and what shall I tell the lady? That's the hardest question in an Answer Man's life, when one like you asks pitcously: "What shall I do, send him another twenty-five cents, or more?" Just wait — although waiting ceased to be nationally popular two years ago. Evelyn, Hoboken. — If we believed all we read on tomb-stones the world would be a better place. I wonder what they wUl say about me? "Here lies the Answer Man — oh, how he lied." King Baggott has, I hear, signed to do a new serial. He was on the stage for a while lately but the movies sent him that come-hitber look and he came back to the fold. He's married and has a small son who likes Charlie Chaplin much better than his dad, on the screen. Dorothy Davenport isn't playing now; that is, she's playing house. She married Wallie Reid and raised Wallie Reid Junior and doesn't seem to miss the camera. H. C. N., Corona. — Do you live where the Coronas come from? But I don't suppose you know. No Corona is a good little typewriter in its own home-town. The wxather in Chicago is fine just now, thank you — fine Chicago weather. If I should wake to see the sun in this, my native village, I should think I had been transported to another country, and go back to sleep. Janet Priest, a New Yorker, who also writes for the Magazine, declares that the opticians here have no demand for smoked glasses. Who is Oland? One of our most artful villains, Warner; and a suave polished gentleman off the screen. He persecuted poor Pearl although he is not prejudiced; he'd just as soon give Irene Castle or some other serial queen a run for her salary. Miss White? Pathe studios. New York. Helen B., Los .Angeles. — All actors are parrots. They imitate life successfully and find three or four figures on their weekly check. I imitate an Answer Man answering three or four thousand fans a week and find one figure on mine — if I'm lucky. Check ! The third was indeed the charm. First you wrote to me on white paper; then you used blue, and this time, pink. I'm answering you. I absolutely refuse to send my autographed picture to anyone, even to you. You're my friend and I want to keep you my 'riend. Yes, I think the percentage of youngsters who want to break into the movies is lower in LA than anyplace. You see all you care to of pictures, and flatly refuse to be an actress. You have freckles and wear tight skirts. And you suggest that I move the Magazine to Hollywood and what do I think and I think it's a darned good idea. Only, dear girl, would we ever get it out? The Magazine, I mean? Miss B., Somewhere. — So you open your eyes in the morning on a wall plastered with pictures: Doug's smile, Ray's hurt look. Bill Hart's pistols, Ben's crossed eyes, Phyllis Haver's er — bathing suit — and don't I think they are all pleasant things to look at? Yes — all but Doug's smile, Ray's hurt look, Bill Hart's pistols, and Ben's crossed eyes. Perhaps, though, I should learn to like all those if I looked at 'em. All men are awful, you say as you close. I hope I've done all I can to refute that idear. Foxey Foxe, Philadelphia. — "Like Echo, you answer only when you are called upon?" Echo doesn't always answer. Nice girl, though. Earle Fo.xe is in New York right now; he's not old and we won't call him young until you tell me what you mean by young. He's been married but whether or not there is a Mrs. Earle Foxe at the present writing I couldn't inform you. I've seen him close-up but darnfino whether his hair's heliotrope or dark brown. I'm inclined to think it's the latter. When you like a man, Foxey Foxe — gosh, that's silly — you don't worry about his necktie. Amateur Critic. — Yours was a fine letter, noted by Julian Johnson. Glad you are wielding a willing baton for clean films. King Vidor, director of "The Turn of the Road," has released another, called "Better Times," with Zasu Pitts as the featured member of the cast. Come again, sir; you're clever. Evelyn, Hoboken. — Some people's idea of wit is to pull something like this : "Pip pip — I'm going to take the goldfish out for a walk." My goldfish are the pride of my life. Jack Holt isn't so very old, Ev; but he is married and is the father of two, a boy and a girl. She hasn't said she is going to get married; but my stenographers always do. Pretty compliment they pay me, isn't it? Bert Lytell is indeed married; to Evelyn Vaughn. I have not heard of a separation. He is with Metro on the coast. No, no; I answer questions for no one else but the readers of Photoplay'; I lie to you alone; I am not married. Robert Cecil B., Truro, N. S. — You told me to publish your initials, but I like that Robert Cecil; it adds tone to my department. Did you know there was a great social distinction between the Cecils and the Robert Cecils? The Robert Cecils are a shade higher in caste than the Cecils and they don't speak at all. Mary Pickford is the best known product of the Dominion — I mean who has attained fame in motion pictures. Charles Chaplin was born in France of English parents. Just because you were born while your parents were sojourning in China doesn't make you an oriental. George Larkin is, I believe, planning to form a new company to produce pictures featuring his wife, Ollie Kirby, and himself. Miss Kirby was with Kalem ; so was George, sometime back. Mary Thurman has been washed into drama, as our story in July told you. "Spotlight Sadie" was one of the serious films in which the now thoughtful young woman played. (Continued on page 136)