Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

News! -Views! — Gossip!— of Stars and Studios | CONTINUED FROM PAGE 51 ] Everett McGovern . . . Maria Corda, who did "The Private life of Helen of Troy," discloses her own in court and gets a divorce from Alexander Korda. honi the ap V\ THAT are all those platitudes about W sofa qUj w<][ y pqfise31 and "avoid t. pearance of evil" and such? Well, anyway, Charlie Farrell did NOT sail for Honolulu from San Francisco aboard the S. S. Maui recently. He had passage booked, and was even aboard, when somehow he learned that Janet Claynor — of course, you know she's Mrs. l.ydell Peck — was also booked on the boat for a Honolulu visit. ( ia llantly, Charlie repacked, cancelled, and stalked down the gangplank. Statements followed: "Just think of the talk it would have caused!" said Farrell. ".Wither Mr. Farrell nor I," said Janet, "had any idea that the other had booked passage on this boat. No, I am N< IT separated from Mr. Peck. It just happened work keeps him in Hollywood, and this is my only chance for a vacation between pictures. Fm so sorry 1 spoiled Mr. Farrell's vacation." Mrs. Laura Gaynor, Janet's mother; James F. Peck, father, and Forest Pec k, brother, of Hubby Lydell Peck, were all at the dock. They made no statements. JACK BENNY has had his violin in hock so often that he now says that the pawnbroker can play it better then he can. things you find in a landlubber's kiddie koop. As soon as the stork pays.his expected visit to the Barrymore menage, John, Dolores, and the little Barrymorelet will sail for a cruise in South American waters. ' I HE Hollywood cure for sheiks was admin-*• istered to a sleek-haired Eastern actor recently. At the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Derrpsey. The sheik had been dancing too much that way, you know, with Hollywood wives. Believe it or not, they resented it. So Jack and FF' ever hear of a sea-; The agonies of creation, or how plump authors suffer. Right, Grover Jones yells the action of "The Light of Western Stars" into a dictaphone. His teammate, William Slavens McNutt, listens, and gets set to insert dialogue Estelle framed the cure. The lad was invited, with others, to a party at the Dempsey menage. He danced with Estelle — and how! Knees, elbows, arms, cheeks — he used them all — until suddenly Dempsey stood planted before them. "YOU! "said Jack. " Come upstairs. I want to talk with you!" Castanet-kneed, the sheik followed Jack up to a bedroom. "Wait here for me," ordered Jack, left the room, and locked the sheik in. They kept him there three hours, during which the other guests made a loud business of departure— "Good night," and "Had a lovely time" and all that. They roared their autos away — and then coasted silently back and tiptoed back into the house and gathered around the bedroom door. Inside, the pretty boy had heard their good byes, and figured he was alone with the Dempseys. ""THEN Dempsey walked into the room from ■*■ another door. 'With elaborate meaningfulness, he took off his coat. " Now, I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said. He took off his vest. " You've been pulling this stuff of yours on too many girls out here as it is, but when you picked my wife, you went one girl too far!" The sheik's knees sounded like a riveting machine. " But I want to make this interesting," continued Dempsey, rolling up his sleeves. "1 could flatten you against the wall with one wallop, you know, but that wouldn't be any fun. I'll give you a sporting chance. I'll stand here, and give you the key to that door . . ." He pointed to the door outside which, unbeknownst to the Lothario, all the other guests had quietly assembled and were hearing every word of the scene in the room. ". . . and if you can get there and unlock it before I reach you, you've got a chance to run for it ! " Dempsey flung him the key. The great lover, ashen with terror, dove at the door, unlocked it and yanked it open — and there stood the rest of the guests. In an instant, he realized that the humiliation was even greater than any licking from Dempsey. He collapsed in a dead faint. The next day he took a train for New York. N( ■a-' s There's one in Hollywood, or to be strictly truthful, in the waters off Hollywood. On John Barrymore's new yacht, quite appropriately called "The Infanta," is a complete nursery with all those 86 The fair Jeanette MacDonald, who came to fame in "The Love Parade," wearing one of the big picture hats that seem set for great popularity this spring. And how she wears it! TOTE on the tender pas I sion : Did you know that young Joel McCrea, that big handsome brute who works in Radio Pictures, is all that way over our Dorothy Mackaill? A CHARACTER actor was needed to play the role of a motion picture producer in one of the new phonoplays. The casting director finally got around to Snitz Edwards, the funny man with the funny, funny face. [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE SS ] "