Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

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Walter One corner of his home in Culver City. TO my Prince Bellidor in remembrance of beautiful 'Sister Beatrice.' Maeterlinck's great message." The walls of the drawing room in Walter Edwards' cozy California home in Culver City — not very far from the Ince and the Goldwyn studios — are literally covered with the autographed portraits of stage celebrities, each nicely framed in consen'ative mahogany or ebony, each bearing the memoir of a fond friend, each telling in itself the story of a life well spent on the boards. There are the likenesses, some "straight," some in character — of Otis Skinner, of the beautiful Pauline Markham, one of the original four English beauties to grace the American stage; of the richlj'-tressed Sarah Truax when she was in the bloom of a beautiful youth, of the sad-eyed Mrs. Fiske. of David Warfield as the music master, of the late Charles Klein, .\rthur Simmons, and Nat C. Goodwin — who laughingly has written. "Ha. ha' This to you, Walter." But the outstanding autograph is that of Olga Xethersole. Nethersolc in the Edwards home occupies an entire space on the blue-cray wall near the door that leads to a rose-trellised veranda. She sits there, in her portraits, as the beautiful Sister Beatrice, as the lovely, sloe-eyed Nethcrsole herself, soulfully surveying the visitor as he enters and leaves the Edwards house, her Sister Beatrice hung with the silver By Truman B. Handy rosary she used for more than a year in her portrayal of the poetic role. That rosary, that autograph and those very pictures tell a silent story about Walter Edwards. '"Prince Bellidor," the handsome, dashing earthling who won the heart of the consecrated nun; the finished actor whom the Nethersole has, out of the depths of her heart, termed 'MY prince Bellidor;" the hero of a hundred stage successes, and the beloved friend of a hundred different celebrated histrions. The addressee is at once classified as a man of experience. His quietude and reserve ; his easy carriage and well-poised head; his keen, blue eyes; the ornaments he wears — -a large berj'l cameo ring on his left hand, another large cameo in his cravat; his clothes — the conventional dark gray. None of the loud "jazz" as affected by many actors of a younger WTien Walter Edwards played "Sparticus" in 1888 he stepped heavily on the chest.