Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1931)

88 I Photoplay Magazine for November, 1931 We Threw Out the Pretty Girl to Please 2,000,000 Men 1 PROTEST," says a recent letter from F. J. Molitor, of Akron, Ohio, "because all your ads show pretty girl pictures. Give us men a break. We use your brush, too. There must be at least two million men like me who think nothing can touch a Pro-phy-lac-tic Tooth Brush for quality and results. How about chucking the brown-haired beauties and giving us a picture of a man with good teeth . . . ?" 111 Dear Mr. Molitor: Above is your answer. But this sets no precedent. We reserve the right to go back to the "beauties." Frankly, we think they have more attention value. They enable us to attract millions of readers, men and women. Then we can tell them how Pro-phy-lac-tic has been making tooth brushes, brushes of all kinds, and nothing but brushes, for more than forty years. We can tell them how our experience and the merit of our products have won us an international reputation as bristle authorities. Our endeavor is to win new users who want whiter teeth and healthier gums. We ask them to switch from their present tooth brush to the modern Tufted Pro-phy-lac-tic. It has the famous tufted toe which reaches places back of the molars (back teeth) rarely touched by others. This extraordinary tooth brush is the new, scientific, medium size. Not a midget that skimps on bristle. Not an old-fashioned big brush. But one correct for average mouths. Large enough to clean, polish, and massage the gums, at split-second speed. Hasty brushers find that it leaves the teeth and mouth feeling cleaner in less time than any other. It is a precision dental instrument made in accordance with professional specifications. The only nationally advertised 50^ tooth brush produced in its own plant. This explains why it gives greater value. The smaller Youth's size is 35^. Child's size, 25£. All guaranteed without reservation. No matter what brush you are using now, try a Tufted . . .You will thank us for the suggestion. Pro-phy-lac-tic Brush Company, Florence, Mass. f)ro-pliy. Cac -tic Cal York's Monthly Broadcast from Hollywood [ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 86 ] IT was bitter cold. Lil had on a light suit. She began walking up and down the driveway. Someone in the next house raised a curtain. "Perhaps they'll think I'm a burglar and shoot me," she mused. And was she jittering! But the Tashman courage kept her going. The brave Tashmans — they call 'em. So she went into her garage and crept into the extra car left there. She drowsed. When she awakened she thought she smelled fumes. What were all those awful stories about people dying in garages? She got up and, dragging an old blanket from the bottom of the extra car, the beautiful sophisticated Tashman curled up on the back porch and shivered for two hours until friend husband arrived with a key! This is now known along the boulevard as "Lil's exciting night." T UPE VELEZ has four new fur coats — -^making a grand total of an even dozen — ■ and five new fur neck pieces. Lupe's hobby is furs, and if ever she failed in pictures she'd be qualified as a fur dealer. No kidding. She knows furs as do few women. She picks her skins, matches them herself, designs her coats and has them made according to her own specifications. You mijht cheat her on diamonds but you'd never call a rabbit an ermine and slip it over on the little gal from Mexico. T AWRENCE TIBBETT, Director W. S. -'-'Van Dyke and others on "The Cuban" picture are bewailing the fact that Joan Crawford's waistline is so small. And Joan isn't even in the film! Leading lady Lupe Velez was the hey-hey and pep kid of the set. Every working day was just one big party until Lupe became conscious of Joan's waistline. It was inches smaller than hers. Lupe couldn't stand that! She must be as slim as La Crawford. She went on an orange juice diet and refused all solid foods. At the end of eight days Lawrence Tibbett said. "She's not the same girl. She drags around the set where she used to jump. All her whoopee influence is gone. We wish she'd never seen an orange." THE Richard Barthelmess's were without a chauffeur for an evening. They were attending a party which Joan Crawford and Doug. Jr. were also attending. Dick called Joan and asked if they would stop by for them. "I'm sorry but we haven't room." Dick couldn't understand because the Fairbanks Jr. limousine is a large affair. But there was Joan and Doug and their secretary and Joan's personal body guard. Dick laughing kidded Joan, asking if she didn't think Doug. Jr., the chauffeur, the secretary and himself could protect her. "I pay this man to do this and besides I feel safer when he is along!" Well, well, there was a day when Gloria Swanson had a body guard, you know. And it was when she was at the zenith of the big money. TfARIETY reports that a female, impersonator calling himself Dorian Gray has written a play called "The Private Life of Greta Garbo" and wants it produced with himself playing the Swedish Northern Light! Whoops! MARY KINNY is just another of the thousands of girls who come to Hollywood to crash the studio gates. She came from Cincinnati, weighing 109. She tried and tried, but no luck. Climate good, though — and up went her weight to 120. Mary got scared. She'd read about stars having to keep their weight down. So she went on a diet. They picked her up outside the Paramount studios the other day. Collapsed from undernourishment. [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 90 ] "Watch this !" says the famous Willie Hoppe, billiard shark, as he runs off a few hundred, to Anita Page's amusement. "Watch this!" says Anita, missing the cue ball by an inch. Willie has made a snappy billiard short subject for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer