Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1930)

134 Photoplay Magazine foe September, 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 tvould 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 yon: A wealth of intimate details of the daily lives of the screen stars on the lots and in their homes. Striking editorials that cut, without fear or favor, into the very heart of the motion picture industry. Authorized 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. PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE 919 No. Michigan Ave, CHICAGO Street Address Cilu Photoplay's "Shadow Stage" IS nationally famous. Here are reviews of all the new pictures, with the casts of all the players. PHOTO. PLAY also prints monthly a complete summary ot every pi;ture 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 SUPERB FICTION by the Foremost Writers Tatters' and he's terrible ! He's a good-looking kid and knows what to do all right — he's got all the manners — but he screens like an accident! In this business you never can tell!" In Francia's hand the chiSon handkerchief had become a crushed and crumpled nothing. Max Kurtzman's face had gradually grown a deep and deeper coral. ''Vou aren't kidding, are you?" Francia asked, her voice slightly high-pitched and strained. Victor Fleming told the whole world he wasn't kidding! 'TT'S a good thing for them they didn't -'■happen to let him do 'Panama Highway' first," he said, and whacked the cigarette on the back of his hand. "That's how sure they were. Well — that's pictures! You aren't sure of anything but today — and you aren't sure of iihu:" The orchestra was playing 'This Thing Called Lo\e" — couples crowding across the floor, drifting into the rhythm of the foxtrot; little spotlights traveling around the "ringside" picking out for one moment beautiful Xorma Shearer — those heart-breaking eyes; then Jack Dempsey dancing with the black-eyed Estelle — then Doug., Jr., and Joan. ".\11 right." Max was saying, "was it Datig said Seamore was sour in the rushes — or wJto said so? Maybe it was a lousy print and they — " "Hello. Del," Randy said. He was there, bending over her. In flushed and entirely unassumed confusion, she introduced Max and Mr. Fleming. Randy was very handsome in white flannels, dark hair, damp and curling; that quick, frank smile. It didn't seem possible any camera could have made a fiasco of such poise, such looks. But you never can tell! "Want to dance this one, dear?" he asked. "If ilr. KurLzman and Mr. Fleming will excuse us?" Mr. Kurtzman and Mr. Fleming would— and rose, as Randy drew Francia into his arms and out on the dance floor. "Gee. honey." he said boyishly, "you look marvelous tonight! I had to see you ! I don't want to break in on the party, but I had to see you !" The music carried them around the floor, back near the table where Mr. Kurtzman sat with Mr. Fleming. "Let's sit down." Francia said. "It's too hot to dance. .\nd I want to talk to Mr. Fleming. He's a big director. .And besides — Richard Dix asked Max to bring me to a party tonight — so we've got to go early." He was surprised. "Vou always said you never wanted to stop dancing." he said, "let's just finish this one. If you're going somewhere tonight, I won't see you again until tomorrow, and that's a long time!" "I don't think I can play tomorrow," she said, "if I stay at the party late tonight." "npHEX I guess you won't go to the party ■'• tonight." he laughed. lie put his lips close to her cheek. "I've got a couple of things to tell you. "This is a funny place to ask you to marry me" — he held her closer — "but will you? I broui;ht you a ring tonight. I was going to ask you at dinner. .\nd when you said you were going to be with Mr. Kurtzman — I had to come and ask you. anyway! I'm going to put the ring on while we're dancing. And I think I'll kiss you." he laughed, "right before everybody. I know you care for me, sweetheart— you've just as good as told me so." He reached his left hand into his pocket, lifted it to hers, that was on his shoulders. She felt a ring slip over her fourth finger; felt his hand close over hers. "Listen. Randy," she said, a little sharply, "di<l you get the contract at Lasky's?" They danced from one end of the room to the other before he answered. "That was the other thing I was going to In rilOTOI"l..\V IHQ.VZINE Is euarantced.