Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1926)

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Ronald Talks at Last By Ruth Water oury I MADE Ronald Colman talk. Life will never be the same again. From now on I shall know that I am one of those fatal women. A Circe. One of those gals with Lure. I never dreamed it before. After all these years of keeping quiet and sitting back, to find out that I have what Madame Glyn so succinctly calls IT. Gosh! I made Ronald Colman talk. It was this way. Nobody knew about Ronald and everybody seemed to care. From men and women alike came the tide of interest in him. Everybody was, and is, asking questions about him, and nobody had the answers. A particularly efficient and hard-boiled New York newspaper woman confessed -to me that she had talked with Ronald for two hours, had a wonderful time, and learned nothing. In Hollywood, where nobody retains any privacy, Ronald has it completely tamed. Ivan St. Johns announced flatly that Ronald was a Sphinx and conversation with him was impossible. Even the distinguished editor of this family paper, from whom no secrets are hid, admitted he knew nothing about Colman. And, after all that, I made Ronald talk. My life has not been lived in vain. It was Saturday afternoon at the Ritz, the Ritz at mid-season. Every table in the place was crowded. All the glitter and glow that makes New York loved and hated was there. In 89