Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

Photoplay Magazine for February, 1930 Tomaso wagging his head in eager confirmation, and almost before she knew it she was in his arms, wearing an expression that none of her "pooblic" had ever seen. "Si," she whispered. "Ah-h-h-h-h!" exulted the Scourge, and as he kissed Jier tigerishly he rolled his eyes around to make sure that none of the U. S. Border Patrol had caught up with him. MR. ZOOP sniffed suspiciously at a perfumed-orange envelope addressed in jagged hand writing, and turned it over and over in his trembling hands. "It's from her," he faltered. "Maybe it's bad news. It smells kind of wanton." "Open it up," said Mr. Torrance impatiently. "The girl's been gone for a week now, and it's almost time for her next picture to start production." Abe's shoe-button eyes stuck out like currants in a bun as they deciphered the scrawl, while Spook peered over his shoulder. The letter read: Dear Abei Just a line to tell you I'm now Mrs. Bustamente and don't have to work any more, so I can lie around and get fat, which is the way my husband likes ladies. A girl has got to go sleepless in Hollywood, but I was doing my best to hang on until you sprung that engagement gag. You drove me to this, Abe dear, but also I wish to thank you because your ideas brought my husband on the run. I know my contract calls for one more picture and I want to be fair. I won't come back to Hollywood, but if you want to bring a unit up here I will work my head off, and also will provide two personal private bandits to keep the tarantulas and rattlers away from you. Outside of them, it's a swell country. Much love and a great big yawn from Violetta. P. S. Of course, if you decide to sue me instead, I would have to reveal the secret of my birth, which would make you look foolish. Ask Mr. Torrance — he knows. P. P. S. My husband is teaching me to speak Mexican. From the storehouse of memory comes this picture of Blanche Sweet at the age of nine. Pretty, blonde and beribboned, even then! SAVE YOUR HANDS 123 IVJLoDERN hands are busy hands! What have yours been doing today? . . . Never mind —Frostilla will save them from looking "over-used." Whether they are outdoor hands, office hands, or homekeeping hands, you can keep them soft, white and young under the soothing touch of this famous lotion. If they have become harsh, red, chapped — if your fingers are raspy, rough, cracked . . . watch how an application or two will restore a supple smoothness. Will make your hands delightful to have and to hold ! Frostilla's scientific ingredients have the happy faculty of overcoming the pranks of wind, wet, and weather. Your face, your lips, your neck, your arms will all be thankful for a gentle application. If, perhaps, you have been negligent in protecting your skin against exposure, remember it is never too late for Frostilla to restore lost loveliness. And so, whatever your hands are going to do next, reach for Frostilla first. Keep it handy — use it frequently. Massage in a few drops — -then go play or work . . . indoors or out . . . Frostilla will save your hands ! Frostilla's blue-labelled bottle is beautiful Large, generous-quantity boudoir bottles of Frostilla are 50c and $1 at all drug and dept. stores in the U. S. and Canada. Better class 5. and10c stores offer a handy 10c size. Mail orders rilled on receipt of price. The Frostilla Company, Elmira, NewYorkand Toronto, Can. (Sales Representative Harold F. Ritchie & Co., Inc., Madison Ave. at 34th St., N.Y.) FROSTILLA SAVES YOUR SKIN When you write to advertisers please mention PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE.