Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

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at the diamond rings she never expected to have. But with her first week's pay she and her mother had bought two snappy fall coats, and Cortez was smitten on sight. He was just breaking into pictures himself, and he recognized her. But he did not meet ner until some years later. In the meantime, she had married and divorced a screen writer. Then Alma and Ricardo met in the lunchroom of the First National Studios and were married a few weeks later. JUST before leaving Hollywood to come East and join her Riccy on his vaudeville tour an old lady walked up to the table at which Alma was lunching with some friends and told her how glad she was to hear of her recovery. "Miss Rubens, I've always loved you on the screen," the white-haired old lady said. "Thank you," answered Alma. "But call me Mrs. Cortez, please. I am very proud of that name." A Vamp Steps Out [ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 58 ] at the books and see if the leaves were cut. Sometimes they aren't, you know. A cheery fire was burning in the grate. A log had been thrown over the gas jets. Just a Hollywood fire. Nothing's real any more. As nearly as I can describe Margaret's gown, it was white, transparent velvet, very long and very low, facing east and west. And mean, I mean. Also a word for the bracelets, five glittering diamond ones. She had asked me not to send flowers, as she did not wear corsages. Imagine my surprise to have a florist's box arrive at the same time I did. "Oh, you're an old dear," said Margaret. "You sent flowers anyway." It was pretty embarrassing for a moment, but I had to admit that the posies were none of me. "Well, pardon me," laughed Margaret. "Now you think I've been playing a 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes' trick." Some son of a gun had written on the card — "May he believe what you say, and print what you want him to print." Anyway, we decided to change the subject. AFTER wearing bangs for as long as I have known her, Margaret has just given them to the Salvation Army to make pin cushions with. She is now displaying a brow, frank and without a blush. It gives her new dignity and charm and makes her look like a sweet girl graduate should look and seldom does. "A man that I have known for a long time says that I appear innocent with the new hairdress," she smiled. "My women friends tell me that I shouldn't have changed — that I'm not myself any longer. But, I ask you, who does a woman try to please?" You probably guess the way I do. After a little appetizer, we started for the Russian cafe. It was about nine o'clock when we were seated at our table. The Double Headed Russian Eagle abounds in European atmosphere, for you might be in Paris, Budapest or Petrograd. The major-domo had been a general in the Imperial Army of old Russia. The walls of the cafe are decorated boldly with red dragons spitting fire at buxom, placid Brunhildian women. The illumination of the big room is by candlelight, so romantic. Dinner consisted of bortsch, a thick soup with sour cream, shashlik, veal roasted on swords' points over a fire, parfait Romanoff and strong Russian coffee. Everyone else stopped eating to watch the shashlik served at our table, veal, swords and aU. "I'm no sword swallower," Margaret quavered. But the veal was shoved onto the service Photoplay Magazine for April, 1930 On JVose . Chin . . "5 The three places you must watch constantly for conspicuous face ' pores Shrink L arg P ores IT'S the close-ups of life that count! Don't let big pores on your nose, chin, forehead, make your skin unattractive at close range! You can keep your face pores small and fine by daily care with Woodbury's Facial Soap, for Woodbury's actually shrinks large pores to fineness. 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