Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

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Photoplay Magazine for February, 1930 121 look like Nero. "We're teaming you with him because you're contrasting types," he stated, "and you don't have to be bothered with him except for stills, premieres and so forth. And think of the publicity! First we'll have a flock of rumors, then the actual announcement, and after the nap has worn off we'll pull the denial. It's a sure-fire stunt, Violetta, so don't get combustible." 'T'HE two weeks which followed found Violetta's slender shoulders sagging beneath the yoke of Art. Besides having to rouse herself to a false animation while she pranced through the scenes of " Monterey Mustard," her spare time was occupied by a series of gushing poses with the somewhat oafish Oswald Challenger (nee Dinglebender). He viewed Miss Velasquez with an antipathy quite equal to her own, and grew frenzied writing explanatory letters to his sweetheart back in dear old Topeka. The engagement spread over the country in a rash of gloss prints. Photographs of the couple on the beach, beneath an apple tree, or disintegrating artichokes. A sepia study of Miss Velasquez burning incense before a painting of the Moved. Vice versa, plus a heman pipe. Tennis stuff, with the racquets held in a grip that assured Bill Tilden and Helen Wills there were no hard feelings. And when her joints grew creaky with fatigue the gallant Violetta kept the ball rolling with gurgles about "My beeg, blond Ozzy — I weel bite my initials in hees neck!" Siestas were becoming extremely scarce, so it was with relief that she inspected the Times one morning to read that her Nordic nemesis was hors de combat. The two inch headline leaped at her: OSWALD CHALLENGER HIT BY TRUCK ! Movie Star Knocked Unconscious But Injuries Only Superficial. Violetta Velasquez in Frenzy! A moment later a shrilling telephone announced the excited Mr. Zoop. "You heard the good news?" he yelled. "Horseshoes we're having, baby, it's the front page this time. It's me that had you put in a frenzy. There's more in this than met Oswald's eye, or—" "What do you mean?" "The truck what hit him was wearink a pair of pants!" howled Abie. "Somebody socked him at Orange Grove and Sunset, and rolled him into the gutter, but Blotts wangled the papers to make it sound pitiful. He's at the Emergency Hospital, and it's your move to dash down and make a stall at nursing him. I'll have the cameramen and reporters meet you there and don't forget to be hysterical." The erstwhile Eliza slammed down the telephone. Every, inch of her yearned for relaxation, but she dutifully put on a semi-mourning costume of Quakerish grey and trailed to the hospital with carefully moistened eyes. Late in the afternoon she left the disgusted Oswald to flutter his pulse under the attention of several worshipping nurses, and drove home to find the regimental secretary doing picket duty in the reception hall. "There's a — a person waiting in the library," she said disapprovingly. "I found it impossible to understand him, but I thought he might be a relative. Quite handsome in a barbaric sort of way." She tittered nervously. "I felt positively naked when he looked at — oh, mercy!" HTHE library door flew open with a crash and -* the dynamic Senor Tomaso Bustamente catapulted into the hall. The Scourge of Sinaloa was not looking his best, for, as a concession to American customs, he had arrayed himself in a badly fitting campus cut suit and blinding yellow shoes with bulldog toecaps. Nevertheless, he advanced with considerable elan and dropped on one knee before the star. " Ah-h-h-h-h!" he intoned, covering her hand with a rapid fire of kisses that sounded like a There is only one TANGEE. Be sure you see the name TANGEE on the package. Tangee Lipstick in gunmetal case $1, in gold and black enamel $2.50. Tangee Rouge Compact 75^. Tangee Creme Rouge $1. The new Tangee Powder $ 1 . Tangee Day Cream $1. Tangee Night Cream $1. Tangee Cosmetic for the eyelashes $1. All prices 25£ more in Canada. Its color changes to blend with your complexion Based on a marvelous color principle, Tangee changes as you put it on . . . and blends perfectly with your individual complexion, whether blonde, brunette or titian. For Tangee gives a natural glow without thickness or substance . . . indelible, with never a trace of grease or smear. The exact shade of this glow depends both upon how much Tangee you apply and upon your own natural coloring. Tangee keeps lips lovely all day long. Unlike other lipsticks, Tangee has a solidified cream base ... it not only beautifies but actually soothes and heals. And it lasts twice as long as other lipsticks. SEND 20fZ! FOR TANGEE BEAUTY SET (All six items in miniature and " Artof Make-Up. ") The George W. Luft Co., Dept. P-2 417 Fifth Avenue . . . New York Name. . Address ■ When you write to advertisers please mention PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE.