Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1929)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section For all their grimnes?, those were happy evenings. Gilbert's father, he told us, had been a bull fighter in Spain. He had come to Mexico where Gilbert was born and then, when the revolution came, had moved his family to Te.xas. After Gilbert's accident they had all moved to Los Angeles. His father went back to Spain to fight bulls and the family was left desperately poor. That was his story, and he stuck to it. nLos Angeles he worked in a department ^.ore, but he was too blithe a spirit to stand discipUne. He would not be told where to put boxes. He was too nervous and weak to work. Anyhow, he was discharged from the store. So the doctor advised the sanatorium. I remember his mother and little brothers and sisters who used to come out to see him during visiting hours. And then our little fireside group broke up. One of the boys got well and was dismissed. A death in the family of one of the girls caused her to leave. My doctor in town said that I might go if I would continue to take the cure at home. The next time I went out to visit a girl in my cottage they told me that Gilbert had left, too. Perhaps I wondered once or twice if he ever got in pictures and then, a couple of years later, I ran into him at the Metro-GoldwynMayer studio. He was delighted to see me. He smiled a lovely Latin smile and took both my hands. Vou feel as if you had been to college with your sanatorium friends. He had changed. He was just as fiery and intense but he didn't look unhappy, as he had at the "san. " Of course, we said, " You're looking well." " You're looking urll, loo." But he could hardly wait to tell me, "I got in pictures," he beamed. "I told you, Katherine. I'd get in pictures. "I had a terrible time at first. You see. I used to go where I knew they had calls for extras and sneak on the lot. Sometimes they'd find me and kick me out and sometimes they wouldn't. "I've had a lot of bad breaks. Once I heard they were using a bunch of extras that they were going to carry on salary for several weeks. It was in Valentino's 'The Hooded Falcon.' Alice Terry's sister got me registered at Central Casting but they hadn't called me. ".\nyhow I went out. They were picking people at the old Brunton Studios. I sneaked into FBO and jumped over the fence to the lot. Mrs. Valentino was choosing the ones she wanted and was giving out the costumes. Each change meant another week's work. "I just stood there and waited. But she looked over and around me until everybody was chosen but me. She started to go but I ran after her and said, 'Oh, can't I do something in this picture?' She looked at me for the first time and at last she said, 'Why, yes, you could be one of the king's pages.' "I was fitted in my costumes and ready and they never made the picture!" He looked dejected. ""DUT I used to tell you at Barlow's that I'd •'-'get there. I heard that one of four foreign policemen for Valentino's picture 'Cobra' was sick and I sneaked into the studio and when the assistant called for the four men and there were only three I begged, 'Can't I have the job?' " 'Hell, no,' he said. But every time he'd turn around there I was until at last he said, 'O. K. Just to get rid of you, kid. Here, take this uniform. Put it on.' "And I played a bit. But I didn't have a dime and so I lost out on parts that required full dress. I played Indians instead. Lord, I've been a thousand Indians! "But everything's fine now. Ivan Kahn, the manager, saw me playing extra in 'The Lady Who Lied' and he wanted to manage me. Especially in those trying days DURING those trying days, when one seeks especially to retain one's poise and peace of mindi Mum is a friend indeed. For Mum is quite as effective in its use on the sanitary napkin as it is in preventing the odor of perspiration. You will find this dainty snowwhite cream both antiseptic and soothing — entirely harmless to tender tissues and to the filmiest garments. A little Mum, spread on the sanitary napkin, gives you positive assurance that no unpleasantness can possibly arise to embarrass you, for Mum neutralizes all body odors, as they occur. Doctors and trained nurses have been recommending Mum for over 25 years. And thousands ot dainty, fastidious women are grateful for so simple and efficient a way of overcoming this source of embarrassment, during those trying days when personal daintiness means so much. And, of course, it need hardly be said that Mum is equally effective in neutralizing the unpleasant odor oi perspiration — and without checking perspiration itself. A finger-tip of Mum to the underarm keeps you sweet and fresh all day and evening. You will find Mum at drug and department stores — 3.5c and 60c. Get a jar now — for every day daintiness, and for its important special use, when the occasion next arises. MUM MFG. CO., Inc., 80 Varick St., N. Y. 66 Mu ^9 . m IS th e wo rd! When you write to advertisers please mention PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE