Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

142 EARLE LIEDERMAN— The Muscle-Builder Author of "Muscle Building," "Science of Wrestling," "Secrets of Strength" '.'Here's Health," '.'Endurance," etc. TheManlPityMost POOR OLD JONES. No one had any use for him. No one respected him. Across his face I read one harsh word — FAILURE. He just lived on. A poor worn out imitation of a man, doing his sorry best to get on in the world. If he had realized just one thing, he could have made good. He might have been a brilliant success. There are thousands of men just like Jones. They, too, could be happy, successful, respected and loved. But they can't seem to realize the one big fact — that practically everything worth while living for depends upon STRENGTH — upon live, red-blooded. He-Man muscle. Everything you do depends upon strength. No matter what your occupation, you need the health, vitality and clear thinking only big, strong, virile muscles can give you. When you are Ul the strength in those big muscles pulls you through. At the office. In the farm fields, or on the tennis court, you'll find your success generally depends upon your muscular development. Here's a Short Cut to Strength and Success "But." you say, "it takes years to build my body up to the point where it will equal those of athletic champions." It does if you go about it without any system, but there's a scientific short cut. And that's where I come in. 30 Days Is AU I Need In just 30 days I can do things with your body you never thought possible. With just a few minutes work every morning. I will add one full inch of real, live muscle to each of your arms, and two whole inches across your chest. Many of my pupils have gained more than that, but I GUARANTEE to do at least that much for you In one short month. Your neck will grow shapely, your shoulders begin to broaden. Before you know It, you'll find people turning around when you pass. Women will want to know you. Your boss will treat you with a new respect. Your friends will wonder what has come over you. Y'ou'll look ten years younger, and you'll feel like it, too. I Strengthen Those Inner Organs Too But I'm not through with you. I want ninety days in all to do the job right, and then all I ask is that you look yourself over. What a marvelous change! Those great squared shoulders! That pair of huge, lithe arms! Those firm, shapely legs! You'll be just as fit Inside as you are out. too, because I work on your heart, your liver — all of your inner organs, strengthening and exercising them. Yes indeed, life can give you a greater thrill than you ever dreamed. But remember, the only sure road to health, strength and happiness always demands action. Start Send for my New Book, 64 pages and— it is FREE "Muscular Development" It contains forty-eight full-page photographs of myself and some of the many prize-winning pupils I have trained. Some of these came to me as pitiful weaklings, imploring me to help them. Look them over now and you will marvel at their present physiques. This book will prove an impetus and a real Inspiration to you. It will thrill you through and through. This will not obligate you at all. but for the sake of your future health and happiness do not put it off. Send to-day — right now before you turn this page. EARLE LIEDERMAN Dept. 103 305 Broadway, N. Y. EARLE LIEDERMAN Dept. 103, 305 Broadway, New York City Dear Sir: Please send me, without any obligation on my part whatever, a copy of your latest book, "Muscular Development. (Please write or print plainly.) Photoplay Magazine for March, 1930 "Oh, of course I will, Mister Doran." She took him quite seriously. "I owe everything to you." "Then how about having dinner with me tonight — as part payment on the debt?" "I'd love to," she said eagerly. "I'll wait for you at the gate," he promised. "About six?" She nodded. NOW Dick Doran had dined with numerous beautiful and fascinating screen stars and his pulse had remained normal. But something about Chickie's nearness when the waiter seated them at a small table, the shy way she looked up at him, set his pulses throbbing. Over the fruit cocktail Dick decided that Chickie was absolutely adorable. She did not talk much but she listened well. That, in itself, stamped her as different. , By the time the salad course was served he had supplemented "adorable" with a dozen high-powered adjectives. And when at last they said goodnight, and he impulsively caught her in his arms and kissed her warm, fragrant mouth, he concluded that she was the most wonderful, the most marvelous, the most — but mere words could not express that feverish something which had crept into his veins. Four dinners and a good many kisses later he was convinced that Chickie, and Chickie alone, held the key to his happiness. The breathless, half-frightened way she said "Dickie" when their lips had parted, made him know that she felt as he did. She had changed her mind about going back to Talapoosa. He was glad of that. He was glad, too, that she did not have any exaggerated ideas about being the world's greatest actress. She never talked about how wonderful she was. At the end of a week Dick was wondering if there was any truth in that moss-covered platitude that two can live as cheaply as one. Name Age . City State. Before he could secure Chickie's views, however, he was sent north on a story. He was gone ten days. When he returned— Well, listen to their dinner conversation that first night and you will know exactly what had happened during his absence. Chickie looked longingly at a large chocolate-covered confection and then shook her head. "No dessert? You're not getting figureconscious, are you?" "Well, Mr. Gordon says I ought to be careful." "You tell him I said he'd better stick to directing." "I think it was nice of him to tell me. He's been just wonderful to me." Dick frowned at this bit of news but said nothing. "He says if I'm managed right he thinks I'll be another Garbo. He says I've got the same sort of mysterious eyes." "Don't let him kid you." "But he wasn't kidding," she replied indignantly. "He wants me to sign a contract to let him manage me." "Oh, he does, does he?" Dick's voice was suddenly brittle. "And I suppose he wants you to come out to his house some night to sign the contract. " T_TOW did you know? " she asked, surprised. *■ -* "I haven't been in this business for three years without learning a gag or two. " "Of course he says I've got a lot to learn — " " — but he'll teach you." Dick finished the sentence for her. "You wouldn't be his first pupil — nor his last. The old buzzard!" Chickie's eyes widened at this blasphemy. "Well I don't think it's very nice of you to talk that way about Mr. Gordon when he's been so nice to me. I mean if it hadn't been for him I wouldn't even have had that part in the picture." Dick was drawing little circles on the tablecloth. Little Bessie Love as a bride, with the three Hawks brothers, who only a few days later became two. Left to right — Howard, husband of Athol Shearer, Norma's sister; William, the groom; Bessie, the bride, and the late Kenneth Hawks, who was killed in the tragic plane crash a few days after the wedding Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE Is guaranteed.