Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1926)

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Inntn;ctli,nn fret I Shlpmon-Ward Mfij. Co It's your own fnult If y. out a typewriter now. There [I | a bnnrain price on this Under I built; new type: new platen; new limsh: nnd n ■ ye. baHicut torma over— $3 nnd It's yours. TypiBt Mnnunl nnd complete catalog exttins whole ptnn. To tirnt fifty w[ D touch typewriting. BUM now 2010 Shlpman lildi;., CtllCAuo. ''Then I was horn in Detroit. My name is Ford!" But really Harrison Ford was born in Kansas City, Missouri. And he has a charming sister. And a mother to whom he is fondly devoted. And he was reared in that Middle Western town. And eight years ago he went on the screen. And he has never been on the stage And lie has played with practically every star of the screen. And he has nothing but admiration for their art, their beauty and themselves. Delightful man! Gracious man! Wise man!! Harrison has frequently been chosen for Marion Davies' leading man. For Marion he has great admiration, but his greatest admiration goes to Marion's generosity — her goodness of heart. He tells of one Christmas — it is Marion's custom to have a huge basket of goodies for each of the workers on her set — when two new electricians were put at work on Christmas morning and Marion had made no arrangements for them. Of all the quiet scurrying and bustling that went on at Marion's bidding, and when the appointed time came, how every last worker — including the two new electricians — were remembered with bounteous baskets. Back to Harrison — with Dreiser again poking his leonine head into the conversation and even sophisticated, dapper Arlen dropping in for a brave moment. . . "Married. Mr. Ford?" The half-whimsical look in his most remarkable eyes, and : " Really, I'd prefer not stating. " But Fm quite sure he is not — now. . . . although he was at one time in his secluded career. "... by the way, have you read Anderson' s 'Dark Laughter' ? " The Local Favorite [ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 58 of invincible. In all her festive groupings Marion, true to the testament, is invariably the least of all. Because of this constitutional sensitiveness she is prone to suspect people of high-hatting her. And she's just as liable to suspect an electrician as a duke, being, like Mabel Xormand, so hopelessly socialistic as to have no sense of rank or prestige. Her recent costume ball, of which I speak in Close-Ups and Long Shots (Adv.), was of a democracy which princes, like Wales, enjoy. She forced Napoleon to do a solo Charleston. Napoleon in this instance was Charlie Chaplin, but she'd have compelled the original to do the same back at Versailles. SHE was aroused one Sunday morning early by the butler announcing a Mr. Roberts to see her. She insisted she didn't know a Mr. Roberts. "Oh, yes," insisted the butler mysteriously. "But I don't." "You had better see him." insisted the butler ominously. So she arose, flung on whatever a lady flings on in such hurried moments, and went down the stairs to behold a tramp seated in her drawing room. She declares she recognized Sid Grauman instantly, for all his hobo make-up. At any rate she listened to his persuasions to go forth and bury gold in the beach at Santa Monica, this by way of an advertising stunt for "The Gold Rush'' which Grauman was showing. Putting on that antique costume known as shirtwaist-and-skirt, stuffing pillows fore and aft, and topping off the ensemble with a Merry Widow, she affixed spectacles to her nose, which she rouged slightly for the occasion, drew artistic "water bags" beneath her eyes and sailed forth to bury the treasure where the crowds already were digging in response to the advertising announcements. Sweeping aside a luncheon engagement, an appointment for driving and tea. she spent the whole day lolling in the sands with the moneygrubbing hoi polloi. A newspaper reporter recognized Sid, but not la beUa Davies. At a swagger dinner party recently, when things were lagging, the host noted a dreamy, far-away look in the eyes of the Davies. "What have you on your mind?" he asked. "Oh, nothing," said Marion, with a pensive sigh. "You have an idea," he insisted. "Something you want to do?" "Well." quavered Marion reluctantly, "I was just thinking how nice it would be if we all went down to the shooting gallery at Venice." Thus another party went over the top out of boredom with Marion in the lead. Marion Davies has performed the hardest feat in pictures. Others have tried it, but she alone has succeeded: She started at the top and worked up. The reigning beauty of New York's musical shows, she was beguiled, as beauties are ever beguiled, to play a star role in a motion picture. It was titled "Runaway Romany." "It was a terrible picture." sighs Marion. "I wrote it. The producer thought ft would be a good publicity stunt for me to write it. So I contributed some ideas, and someone put them down. It may have been a publicity stunt, but it wasn't a picture!" Commencing her young career as star and authoress in one breath, she had a lot to live down. Then came the series of Cosmopolitan productions through which she rose to find herself as a comedienne. When it was the style for the critical sheep to bah at the ability of the highly exploited Marion, I let out a bellow to the effect that she was far more seductive than most of the ladies who were skating by without a challenge. Later the music turned to her balcony, and the psalm-singing gradually rolled up to such a volume that now she's the most glorified favorite in Hollywood. So glorified, in fact, that for the sake of originality I'd like to pull a sour note. I'm nothing if not original. (The answer in the back of the book is: Nothing.') First it was Adela Rogers St. Johns who hurried in after Marion's arrival in town to inform me that I'd simply adore her. such wit, such charm, such everything paragonic. Ramon Novarro staggered in a little later, badly winged, to describe the new arrival, who. it appeared, was so real, so natural, so devoid of pose as to be quite foreign to the movie realm. npIIF kid brother was the next to take a -L header. A good scout, he kept muttering, a wonderful scout. Finally, James R. Quirk, another of the retinue, led me out to her set. and I've been in the traffic ever since. If anyone should say. "God protect me from my friends." it's Marion. Her coterie, which has come to embrace about the entire industry, does so much whooping for her charms that when you come to see her on the screen you are prepared for a gigantic combine of Bernhardt. Duseand Lillian Russell. And you're probably pleasantly disappointed. Marion is a comedienne of light and delicacy, as she has indicated in " Little Old New York." "Adam and Eva," and now in "Beverly of Graustark." And still she hasn't given a half the charm that makes her the local favorite. When she does let go I pale to think what will happen to the other comediennes. Evarj advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.