Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

A good look at the man lucky enough to be married to Evelyn Brent. The star and her directorhusband, Harry Edwards, talking it over while having a spot of oolong and a few of the little beaver-board cakes so popular today . \ The smallest manicure set in Hollywood, and probably in the world, according to Sally Blane. Sally allows it can be palmed in the hand, worn around the neck as a pendant, and probably carried in the shoe. Handy, she says Then, with bad advice from a gentleman friend and her own spirit of fight, the Universal trouble has come. It is now reported that things have been patched up, and that she will go back to work. Mary Nolan has been making a big mistake with these bitter scenes. She's not a big enough actress to get away with that sort of thing. She is still showing promise, and that's all. If she's smart, she'll settle down and work hard, and get in the big money. There's danger in all this temperament business. Studios won't stand it now-a-days. A little more, and the Nolan will be out before she's really in! THE book "Ex-Wife" was banned from the screen. They made it anyhow and called it "The Divorcee." The billing reads like this : "Taken from a novel by Ursula Parrott." It doesn't say what novel. And speaking of "ex's" reminds us that some old meanie has dubbed Clara Bow the "Ex-it Girl." WILL she be another Joan Lowell — expectorating figureeights in the wind and learning to box a compass before she knows how to bead her eye-lashes? That's what we're wondering about young Dolores Barrymore, the baby daughter of John and Dolores Costello. Before she was born, John, pulling hard for a son, announced that the infant would go nautical at an early age — sailing the South Seas with mamma and papa on the new Infanta. Barrymore recovered quickly from his first shock at the sex of the new Barrymore, and was very pleased. The girl weighed seven pounds, nine ounces, when she made her earthly debut, and is said to be lusty. Dolores is John's second daughter. His first, Diane, was born of his marriage to the lady whose pen name is Michael Strange, and who is now Mrs. Harrison Tweed, of New York. THE mystery that has shrouded for years the big house on the high hill is ended. Falcon Lair, the castle in the clouds of the late Rudolph Valentino, was never haunted at all. An explanation for the weird lights that flashed on and off in the deserted house, the eerie tappings and the unearthly sound of wings in the dead of night, has been found. The first tenant of Falcon Lair in four years, Harry Carey, has uncovered an amazing secret. It all came about by the discovery of a maze of electrical wire that surrounded a chimney. The wires were found back of a built-in bookcase and finally led to a bedroom below, and thence to a hitherto unknown compartment beneath the house. In this room there was a large box, the terminal of all the strange wiring, quite independent of the house current. ONE of the many caretakers in the strange history of this long deserted mansion was a spiritualist with a following. In the dead of night seances were held. During these seances the spirit of Valentino, garbed in his sheik raiment, was made to appear from a huge cabinet. The strange lights aided in the illusion. Pale blue and green lights flashed mysteriously on and off throughout the house. Another mystery was revealed when Carey found the source of the tapping and flapping of wings. One day he chanced to find a door, overgrown by dank shrubbery. When he opened it there was a rush of bats. But even now when the mysteries are revealed there is a steady stream of sightseers to Falcon Lair. Carey has been forced to keep the gates locked to keep out souvenir hunters. However, the Careys are not overly-fond of the place, even when they know it isn't haunted. When their lease expires they are moving back to their ranch. At least the mvstery house has been given a clean bill of health. ■ I