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Through the Studios
BrCal
We thought we'd give you a look at Mrs. Neil
Hamilton this month. Handsome Neil and his
missus are shown arriving in New York after a
summer spent roaming the old world
IT'S all right to worship Clara Bow, as long as you don't let your adoration run away with you.
A boy named Louis Stova, aged twenty-six, found this out not long ago. Sorely smitten by the Bow charms and contours, Lovelorn Louie began hanging around the Bow doorstep at all hours, on the chance of getting a look at his idol.
Once he was hauled into court, and given a suspended sentence provided he stayed away. But the old Bow lure had him too far gone. Again he was found staring moodilv at the brown Bow cottage, and was waltzed to the calaboose by a heartless copper.
This time the judge unsuspended the previous sentence. And for thirty lonely days Mr. Stova was prevented from staring at the Bow cottage by some stone walls and iron bars. Moral — Love is all right, within limits.
UNCLE TOM, as you remember, was sold down the river, away from his little Missy. Ball players are traded and peddled for cash. Actor's are borrowed by studios, like cups of sugar over the back fence. But did you ever hear of one being sold?
Dolores Del Rio, the Mexican Menace, has just been sold for "a price in excess of $500,000." That is, her contract has.
Edwin Carewe, the director who discovered, developed and guided her, has disposed of her professional services to United Artists for over half a million dollars, so he says. Maybe so. Maybe so.
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P. and A.
The luckiest colleen in all Ireland, bedad! Our first camera glimpse of Maureen O'Sullivan, chosen from all the girls of the green isle to play in John McCormack's first picture
P. and A.
THE great day of worry is over! Greta Garbo is fine before the microphone!
Hollywood has been on tiptoe and agog about it. So has Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. So, probably, has Greta.
But one day she walked before a camera hitched to a snarling mike and there recorded a nine minute scene for "Anna Christie," using up 850 feet of film. It turned out excellently.
Furrowed brows uncreased. Sighs escaped silently.
For Greta had faced the terrible microphone, and had come off first best!
/ "D UDY VALLEE may be a swell radio singer. He's not so Delsarte when it comes to those big Thespic moments. His director, Marshall Neilan, has solved the problem.
Every time Rudy tried to act, Neilan shouted, "Hey you — sing!"
NOBODY ever went to Hollywood with more publicity hullabaloo than did Rudy, sax player and song crooner.
And nobody got much less attention, and created less excitement, than this same curly-haired boy with the comehither voice.
He arrived, made his picture, "The Vagabond Lover," and left after five weeks, with everybody feeling sort of let down about it all.
It isn't hard to understand. Nobody has known or cared an awful lot about Vallee except a few hundred thousand fans in the East.
Within a couple of months he became a high-salaried band leader on the strength of his radio crooning, and everybody expected a little too much of him.