Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1926)

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Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section 119 "I agree only that your best work's ahead of you, if you'll accept the fact that you don't belong where you were ten years ago. If Cleeburg wants you to play a woman of thirty-five, it's because he realizes you are — well, thirtythree — and knows the part'll fit you like a glove. "It's late in the season, too, and there may not be another chance. ' "That settles it!" Her jaws snapped on the words like a trap closing. "I've been bearing this humiliation as long as I'm going to. "T'.M through, do you hear — finished with the -'■whole lot of you. I'll show you who's right — I'll show you!" She picked up her hat, tugged it over her hair, and jabbed the hat-pin through it. "Ted," — he stepped in her path as she made for the door — "honey, don't do anything foolish. I'm only trying to help you. I've seen you miserable so long — " "Well, I won't be miserable anymore." She pushed past him without a glance. " Better get some dinner or you'll be late at the theater and lose your job." He caught her wrist as she reached for the door knob. "Where are you going?" he demanded, his voice hoarse with fear. "Don't you worry about me. I'm going to take care of that future you're so upset over. I'm going to see a man who wanted to star me months ago." "Who is he?" "What difference does that make?" "If he's anybody worth talking about, I ought to know him.'' "Well, you don't. He's new at the game." "Then he's a shoe-string — wants to star you and you foot the bills!" He leaped at the conclusion, obvious to a long experience. "What's that to you? It's my own money." "Ted," he pleaded, "don't be an idiot. Don't let yourself be buncoed at this stage of the game. "You're too old a hand for that. Listen to me, won't you?" "No! I've listened long enough — to evenbody. ''I'm sick of it! "If I haven't enough faith in my own talents to risk an investment in them, then I don't deserve what I've got." "H'm, that's just about his line of talk, whoever he is. Well, he has me to reckon with — I won't let him get away with it." "You'll kindly keep out of the whole affair. I can take care of myself." "No, you can't!" he plunged recklessly. "You've proved that." Her eyes, through the shadows of the little hall, gleamed like an enraged animal's. "Well, then, it's my responsibility! Wash your hands of me — and let it go at that." She dragged off his restraining clutch. "Ted!" "Just let me alone — that's all I want." "But think it over, girl." "That's what I've been doing for a month. The details of the deal are practically settled. All I have to do now is sign." Astonishment, anger, anxiety, appeal submerged one another in the depths of his gaze. "And you never said a word to me," he brought out. "Why should I? You see what your answer would have been." Nothing but appeal was left in his gaze. "But wait till tomorrow. When you're calmer — " "I won't be calm until I'm working." Her voice snapped in two, was hurriedly caught up, held taut. "Don't try to interfere with me. If I have to go through again what I've suffered this past year, I'll go crazy." She opened the door and stood in the light of the outer corridor, her back to him. "And take Jimsy in to sleep with you," she said without turning her head. LAURA LA PLANTE in "POKER FACES" Watch This Column If you want to be on our mailing list send in your name and address The fact that you can't see all that is best in pictures unless you see UNIVERSAL is accentuated by the GREATER MOVIE LIST which UNIVERSAL has created for 1926-2 7. The stories are chosen from the work of brilliant writers and the players from among the best the screen-world affords. Here is a partial list which I commend warmly to your consideration. In succeeding advertisements, I will give you the others. If you will preserve this list, it will prove a guide to your best entertainment for months to come. "Poker Faces ' '-starring EDWARD EVERETT HORTON, one of the funniest men on the New York stage, and LAURA LA PLANTE. Adapted from the popular novel by Edgar Franklin. Directed by Harry Pollard. "The Old Soak" starring JEAN HERSHOLT with JUNE MARLOWE and GEORGE LEWIS. From the play by the well-known humorist, Don Marquis. Directed by Edward Sloman. ' ' The Marriage Clause ' '—featuring FRANCIS X. BUSHMAN, BILLY DOVE and WARNER OLAND. From The Saturday Evening Post story "Technic," by Dana Burnett. A Lois Weber production. "The Runaway Express" — featuring JACK DAUGHERTY and BLANCHE MEHAFFEY. From the internationally famous stories, "The Nerve of Foley," by Frank H. Spearman. "Her Big Night" starring LAURA LA PLANTE, assisted by EINAR HANSON, a newcomer in the world of stars. Picture adapted from Peggy Gaddis' magazine story, "Doubling for Lora." Directed by Melville Brown. HOUSE PETERS in "Prisoners of the Storm ' ' — a tale of the snow country. Directed by Lynn Reynolds. Please remember that I am always sincerely glad to receive your comments, criticisms and suggestions. Write me. (To be continued next I Carl ^a emmh President Send 10c each for autographed photographs of Reginald Denny, Hoot Gibson and Laura La Plante UNIVERSAL PICTURES 730 Fifth Ave. M.iiliun I'lIOTOI'LAY MAGAZINE. New York City