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Photoplay Magazine
At the left, Mi»8 Stewart on location. LouU B. Mayer at her right, and Director "MicUy Xeilan at her left.
Of course, everyone remembers what a sensation there was when Anita Stewart, who rank; indisputably among the ten great picture stars, quavered out the atlmission while on the witness (Continued on page ii8)
seemed to me the original ol the smart woman who is too smart to let you know how smart she is? Or that I'd like my worst enemy to play poker with either one of them? I've decided it's reincarnation.
I suppose that most people cjrnect the fair Anita definitely with her screen personality. That is a mistake. I have never met an actress who so entirely disassociates herself from her roles, who in person was so utterly unlike my conception of her. Whether as the brilliant, extravagant heroine of "Virtuous Wives," the adolescent, elusive "Girl Phillipa" or the daring, baffling, bright-eyed "Mary Regan,'' this actress possesses a startling, unusual, highly developed femininity. She has an enormous amount of sex appeal, of emphasis upon her womanliness.
While, as a person, I found her much younger than she appears on the screen, a trifle reserved, slow of speech, gentle of manner, with only hints of diablerie and allure peeping forth. As Mrs. "Ru
die"' Cameron, she is as entirely divorced from any of her acting versions as they are from each other.
And now we are getting around to the point. For it was really to get a glimpse of Mrs. "Rudie"' Cameron — and Mr. "Rudie" Cameron for that matter — that I went to Hollywood.
We had hardly settled in such a love of a drawing room, with a white polar bear staring me out of countenance and .Anita in a big rose velvet chair that was as becoming to her as a pink sunbonnet to a pretty baby, when in blew — there is no other word for it — a breath of California mountain air, a ferocious looking police dog, and a breezy, energetic young man who I correctly assumed to be The Husband of Anita Stewart. (But allow me to say that there is nothing of the Prince Consort about that young man. Somebody may do a lot of things to him in his life, but nobody will ever make Mister .Anita Stewart out of the "G. ^I." of the Anita Stewart Production Company.)
Anita was just in the middle of saying that "movini; picture actresses should make the best wives in the world" and Mr. Cameron straddled a high straight chair beside her and prepared to aeree or disagree as the case might be
"Clover's Rebellion" -was the title of this old Vitajjraph picture, featuring "Rudie" and Anita — long, long ago.
Miss Stewart and her husband as they appear in the Photoplay Magazine Screen Supplement.