Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1931)

Love! Marriage! Divorce! Laughter! Tears! "Yes, he is my Vagabond Lover," said Fay Webb, and "Yes, she is my Dream Girl," said Rudy Vallee in a practically exclusive statement to PHOTOPLAY in the New York NBC studios the day after their marriage, for there were only 200 photographers, 55 reporters and 3 radio broadcasters present beside us. Now go easy on her, girls Herr Rudolph Sieber, as he arrived in New York, Hollywood-bound to rejoin his wife Marlene Dietrich. Herr Sieber has directed pictures in Germany. It is his first visit to America, but no Hollywood reception committee awaited him ' I \VO new recruits were signed for pictures ■* from the chorus of a New York musical show. They were green as turtle soup but had ideas that they'd better put on a little dog. They went to Del Monte for the week end. Neither of them had ever been on a horse but everybody rode there, so they bought swanky riding outfits and went to the stables. The groom asked them what sort of a saddle they wanted. The blonde said, "What kind of saddles have you?'' "We have the English and McClellan," the groom replied. ''What's the difference?" they asked. "The McClellan has a horn and the English hasn't." "Well, we'll take the English," they said. "We don't intend to ride in traffic!" \A ICKEY MOUSE'S voice will be -1»-1-O.K. again, now. It was operated on, the other day, believe it or not. You see, Mickey's voice really belongs to Walt Disney. Disney is the lad who did the talking that comes from the screen when you see Mickey's beak waggle. But the strain of squeaking in mickeyish manner so affected Disney's throat that an operation was necessary. VWHEN Marlene Dietrich's husband, W Rudolf Sieber, arrived in New York enroute to Hollywood to spend a few weeks with his family, his newspaper interviews didn't do Marlene much good. "Marlene is a great cook, and how she can mix up a dish of cicrkuchcn," he said. 48 Now who wants to think of our glamorous Dietrich bending over a hot stove stirring a dish of er-er — that German dish we mentioned before? Investigation shows that it is a sort of omelet. T^HERE are several versions of Herr Sieber's -* arrival. One is that it was a surprise visit, and Marlene was not only surprised, but mildly annoyed. Another is that Marlene had told Sieber, who has been mixed up in theatrical and moving picture production in Germany, how easy the pickings were here, and that he is after some of them. And still another is that Marlene is going to stay in this country permanently and cabled her husband to come on over. Anyhow, Ilcrr Sieber is here and will now begin to know what it feels like to be Mr. Marlene Dietrich. CRACK by Polly Moran: She and friends were viewing the lights of Hollywood, one summer night recently, from a vantage point on a Beverly Hills hill. The whole city lay gleaming with millions of varicolored electric fights below them. "Gosh, ain't it swell?" muttered one of the party. "Uh huh," uhuhed Polly, "looks just like Peggy Joyce's chest." "p\OUGLAS FAIRBANKS threw a couple of -•—^verbal bombs when he spoke right out in meeting to the effect that he "did not intend to make any more motion pictures based on fiction, plays or novels." But he isn't through with pictures. Right now he has under way a film shot during his recent travels which, if it proves successful, will guide him in his future releases. You'll see him hunting game in India, playing golf in China, chatting with the Siamese and things like that. But he'll be himself and not a movie hero. WELL, what do you make of that and where does Mary Pickford come in? Will she sit at home while Doug is doing the travelogues? Mary, not long ago, said she thought herself capable of holding down a job as story expert at any studios. She says she believes she knows what is suitable for the screen and what isn't. She should — for she's had enough trouble picking her own pictures, recently. And no issue of Photoplay would be complete without a word telling you that they're still denying rumors of a separation! READING a dispatch from abroad telling of Gary Cooper's visit to Vesuvius, on his European vacation tour, Harrison Carroll, Hollywood columnist, cracked: — "Well, if it's not one volcano for Gary, it's another." And in New York, Lupe Velez was going places with Earl Carroll! LEAVE it to Pola Negri — that gal hangs on to publicity like a movie mama buttonholes a casting director. Remember all the front page weeping she did after Valentino's death? Now she's picked on Andrew Mellon, secretary of the treasury. And, busy with world affairs, the poor man probably doesn't know he's being favored. On her way to Hollywood, Pola stopped off in Washington, D. C, to settle up her jumbled