Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1926)

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(Vour dealer's name will be appreciated.) Dept. 86. THE GEORGE W. LUFT CO., 417 FIFTH AVENUE. NEW YORK Brimmer. Dix's mother, contracted a cold last fall and has been in delicate health all winter. CONSTANCE TALMADGE is doing her best to acquire the screen rights to "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" and we cannot think of anyone who would be better in the role of Lorelei Lee. Not only has Constance the necessary amount of good looks, but she has the shrewd humor and the expert comedy technique to make Anita Loos' masterpiece the success it should be on the screen. T THINK one of the most delightful occupa■*■ tions in the world must be that of telegraph operator who relays messages from Hollywood to New York. For instance, there's the wire that Bill Setter, the director, sent to Laura La Plante when she was in New York. It said "Will you be mine?'' And the answer came right back — "Uh-huh!" But it was a waste of money — that wire — because I understood it had all been settled before Laura left with Hedda Hopper to see the bold bad metropolitan sights. They say the wedding is to take place very soon. Just when, has not been divulged. THE motion picture business takes many odd twists. Consider the case of B. A. Rolfe. Some years ago Rolfe was a partner of Jesse Lasky in producing vaudeville sketches. Both had been musicians in the west. That was before the days of motion pictures. The photoplay came along and Lasky became a producer. You know the result. Rolfe see Marie in one of her comedies. He immediately asked to make a test of her. "What!" exclaimed Marie. "Me, a star, make a test for that funny little Dutchman !" Nevertheless, her managers coaxed her into it. During the test Marie refused to take the "funny little Dutchman" seriously. She laughed at his queer English, his mannerisms, his extravagant ways. Finally Lubitsch impatiently asked her who she was laughing at. "I am laughing at you," answered Marie, "you funny little person!" "There!" exclaimed Lubitsch. "I knew it. You're the greatest actress in America." And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I HAVE often heard of tears that were turned off and on at will, like a faucet of water, but it remained for Bodil Rosing, Monte Blue's mother-in-law, to give me my first display of that tear-duct technique. It would have been funny to the onlooker if it had not been lachrymose. The two women sat about ten feet apart on the "Delicatessen" set. Their eyes were closed. The set musicians sobbed forth a melancholy wail, the arc lights were dimmed JUST by way of a tip to the cut picture puzzle fans : the awards of the prizes — $5,000 worth of them — will be announced in the January issue of Photoplay. Of course you have been working on the cut faces and of course you will want to know the results, so don't say I didn't tell you in advance. Watch for the January issue ! followed in his footsteps, but he didn't have l.asky'sluck. Today Rolfe is conducting his own orchestra at the smart Palais d'Or restaurant in NewYork. His motion picture ventures are forgotten and Rolfe now has won quite a bit of fame as an orchestra leader. Maybe you've noticed his phonograph records. He makes a number of them every month. NORMA SHEARER might be said to be "pulling a Mae Murray," in the liquid language of the sporting page. Anyway, Norma is taking a short rest at a milk sanitarium, which is Mae's famous way of recuperating, following a strenuous month which necessitated a trip to Montreal to her mother's bedside, after she had finished a picture in which she was on social terms with some exceedingly frisky lions. However, despite her weariness. Norma looks very lovely these days. SOME stars get along by "yessing" directors. And others — don't; but they get along just the same. There is, for instance, Marie Prevost. A few years ago Marie was just a pretty girl starring in unimportant pictures. Then a little German director — one Ernst Lubitsch — came to this country in search of a new star. He looked 'em all over and happened to and the prop men sat listlessly wailing for the deluge to descend. It took but a minute and Bodil Rosing's cheeks wensoaked by a crystal cascade. The tears oozed from beneath her lashes and flooded her cheeks. Colleen Moore was the other woman who waited for tears. Hers did not come profusely at first and her slim body was shaken with sobs. Presently one shy tear rolled down her cheek and soon a storm was falling. "Tell me when you're ready," said Al ( Ireen, the director. And they silently nodded. In a moment the camera was recording real tears. None of jour glycerine make-believes. JEAN" HERSHOLT, behind a barrage of J peroxided mustache and steel-rimmed glasses, winked at me: "I have a better way of crying. And they all think I am really weeping. Just before the scene I wipe a little onion beneath each eye and then the tears come." Iran is playing a pudgy German liverwurst dispenser in "Delicatessen" and Bodil Rosing is Mom to Jean's Pop. Colleen is their daughter. "Twenty years ago Bodil Rosing and I were playing together on the stage in Copenhagen," said Jean. "Now, in America, we again play together." T SUPPOSE we are in for a deluge ■*■ of war jokes now that "The Big Parade" has marched to success and "What Price Glory" is tramping to Every Advertisement in rHOTOPLAT MAGAZINE -s guaranteed.