Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

I 30 Photoplay Magazine for March, 1930 What Do You Want To Know About The Pictures? Is it a good picture? Is it an All-Talkie, Part-Talkie — Silent or Sound? Is it the kind of picture I would like? Which one shall we see tonight? Shall we take the children? Photoplay will solve these problems for you — save your picture time and money. PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is truly the outstanding publication in the great field of motion pictures. Its stories, its special articles, its exclusive features and departments are absolutely different from anything to be found anywhere else. Photoplay gives you: Photoplay's "Shadow Stage" is nationally famous. Here are reviews of all the new pictures, with the casts of all the players. PHOTOPLAY also prints monthly a complete summary of every picture reviewed in its pages for the previous six months. These are but a few of a dozen great departments in which PHOTOPLAY is as up-tothe-minute as your daily newspaper. You cannot really know the fascinating world of the screen unless you are a regular reader of PHOTOPLAY A wealth of intimate details of the daily lives of the screen stars on the lots and in their homes. Striking editorials that cut, with' out fear or favor, into the very heart of the motion picture industry. Authorised interviews with your favorite actors and actresses who speak frankly because Photoplay enjoys their full confidence. Articles about every phase of the screen by such authorities as Marquis Busby, Leonard Hall and Katherine Albert. SUPERB FICTION by the Foremost Writers PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE 750 No. Michigan Ave., CHICAGO Gentlemen: I enclose herewith 52.50 (Canada S3. 00, Foreign S3. 50) for which you will kindly enter my subscription for Photoplay Magazine, for one year, effective with the next Issue. Send to . Street Address City. .State. anything else, she faced him in his office after Saturday matinee. "This time tomorrow I'll be in Denver," she said sadly. "You'll miss me, Andy, dear?" "If this were a movie," mumbled Mr. Dent, rustling through some papers, "I'd grab you in my arms and propose to you without missing a respiration. But it isn't." "Yes, and if it were a movie, there'd be a director to tell you what to do," said Sheila, coming closer. "Oh, Andy, are you blind? I'm waiting for you to ask me. " "It's your career," said Andy miserably. "You're famous. I'm not even notorious. I can't ask you to give up two thousand a week. " M girl. ISS O'SHAUGHNESSY'S face grew scarlet, and she resembled a naughty little Andy must never know she'd failed. Not that it would make any difference, but she simply couldn't tell him. "Why, you big ox!" she cried, half hysterically. "What good is a career when it means loneliness? Look at that calendar — it says February 14th, 1930. You know what that means — hurry up and ask me!" "Gosh," said Mr. Dent uncertainly. "I feel like a fool. Saint Valentine's Day! Well, here goes the three-year-old question: Will you marry me — soon?" And then Sheila, like many another intrepid soul, balked. California, in all its color, rose before her. Windy days at Laguna. Dancing at the Cocoanut Groves. Crowds. "Look quick; there goes Sheila!" Flattery. Premieres. "I — I don't know," she faltered, edging toward the door. "It makes me feel different than I expected. I'll tell you before I leave, but I'm all fluttering now. Oh, it's time to get ready. Watch me from your usual place, Andy." And kissing him hastily, she disappeared. Mr. Dent addressed a few remarks to the ceiling, and after a while strolled to his customary post in the mezzanine. Out came sparkling Sheila, and he listened mournfully as she prattled through her monologue. Miss O'Shaughnessy, on her part, handled her patter with the glibness of a ventriloquist's dummy, but while she talked her mind was occupied with the other side of Hollywood. The side that wasn't good publicity. When the finance companies began stripping you bit by bit of things you had come to look upon as your own. When you gravitated to the frowsy, sidestreet apartments. When people forgot who you were. When — Mechanically she drifted into the first aisle, smiling a welcome the entire length of it. Down the other, shaking the hands of people who thought she was wonderful. Just like Andy! And she loved him enough, she was sure of that, as, after a dozen bows, she returned for the inevitable speech! "T AM making this tour by special request of -t Stupefaction Pictures — and you," she began, "and if our meeting has pleased you onehalf as much as me, then I'm satisfied." She stopped from force of habit for the applause which came generously, and Sheila unconsciously registered embarrassment. "That's what I always say on Saturday nights," she told the audience, "and then I generally ask you to be sure to call on me if you come to Hollywood, but I'll have to leave that out. My tour ends out there in six weeks, and then, you see, I'm coming back to be married right here in Omaha." A gust of whispering swelled into a storm of applause, but Sheila stretched out her arms for silence as her eyes searched for and found a certain blurred figure in the mezzanine. "And that engagement," she trilled in a voice that would have vanquished any microphone, "is by the very super-special request of Mr. Andrew Dent!" Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.