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THE NEW MASCARA THAT IS
Photoplay Magazine for October, 1933
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While we were lunching, a bus-load of autograph hunters was unloaded outside. The Universal commissary is the only one open to the public, and has a sign outside inviting the rubbernecks to "eat with the stars." The visitors swarmed into the cafe. This day Paul Lukas was seated at one table, John Boles at another, Gloria Stuart at a third and Margaret herself at a fourth.
Seeing Margaret in make-up, and not having the faintest idea who she was — they couldn't have had because she hasn't yet made a single picture— the signature shooters came swarming over.
Margaret scribbled obligingly on their cards and in their books. But what she scribbled was: "Farina." You'll remember Farina as the little colored star of Our Gang several years ago.
"They couldn't possibly know the difference," Margaret explained, "and I'm sure they'd prefer Farina's autograph to mine."
"COR that first ten days in Hollywood Mar* garet's life was just one mad whirl. Tests — tests — tests; but, reversing the usual procedure of ten or twenty girls before one camera
man to see which of them registered best, in Margaret's case Universal tried out over a dozen of Hollywood's crack cameramen to see which of them could photograph her best. Then there were wardrobe fittings, hairdressers, everything that a studio throws behind a girl they're out to make a star of Margaret stood it — and stood it.
"I hate Hollywood!" she stormed. "I hate the movies! I hate the whole place and everything in it!"
""THE picture began. Drive, drive. Stahl, •* always a thorough, painstaking director, made each scene over and over, it seemed to Margaret, innumerable times. She was in almost every shot. She was hungry, hot and tired — so tired.
"I hate Hollywood!" she said again at luncheon. "I hate the movies! I hate it all! I wish I hadn't stayed!"
She sighed.
But she added a moment later, "perhaps if I could have just three days rest I'd probably love it all!"
And that's how Hollywood and a screen career affects the girl who won't be beautified.
It's a Woozy World, says Woolsey
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should have been reported to the S.P.C.A.
"Nope, I've learned a thing or two from that costly trip. I've learned that every country has its styles in women just like it has its styles in clothes!
"And I've learned that it's sometimes worse to be too popular than not to be popular at all!
"Imagine if you can," he continued dramatically, "being chased up and down Asia for three solid months — from Batavia to Singapore, from Mandalay to Calcutta, from Calcutta to Cairo, from Cairo to Bagdad. Chased by mobs of frenzied followers who grabbed for my cigar or my specs, and if they couldn't get away with those, they'd snatch the buttons off my coat, or take a scrap of my trousers as a memento.
"Gosh, it was ten times worse than being chased through an African jungle by that lunatic, Wheeler.
"By the time we reached Singapore I was feeling pretty shaky. What with having the clothes torn off my back, and my wife in a state because of the way we'd treated her in China and Japan, I was what you'd call slightly the worse for wear.
"To make matters more desperate, we hadn't any money. What I hadn't spent on cigars, we'd lost in the exchange. Remember that ghastly week when the dollar kept sinking and sinking?
"Well, it hit the low on our second day in Singapore. We were stranded!
"That memorable morning I held my coin purse up to Wheeler's ear. 'Hear that,' I said, giving it a violent shake.
"All we heard was the faint jingle of two lonely Japanese yen. 'That,' said I, 'is the death rattle.'
"So we had to borrow enough money from a man who wanted our autographs to cable for cash to move on. Jumping Jupiter, a fugitive from an autograph-hunting gang has got to keep moving! Just to escape his own gags!"
MARTYR Woolsey shuddered. "Yes ma'am, and I guess my weirdest autograph experience was a written request from someone in Scotland, which read: ' Please sir, send me an old shoe-string or something with your name on it.'
"Tt took me a week of powerful concentrating to figure out how I'd get my name on a shoe string without embroidering it for the
guy. But Bob Woolsey never fails his public!" The man who "never fails his public" pirouetted around the room and displayed a few invisible muscles.
"Just look at me, look at me now," he said sadly. The man who once had won the Ignoble Prize squeezed the place where those muscles might once have been. Tears blurred the lenses of his specs.
"Believe it or not, I was forced to eat my way around the world! Me — aesthetic Bob Woolsey — with a stomach so delicate that the missus lies awake nights trying to concoct menus to tempt my peckish appetite — me, forced to surrender himself to those native banquets.
" (^H, the horror of those snakes au gratia —
^^the nightmare of those tender sharks' fins
en casserole — the deluge of those birds' nest
soups — and the grittiness of those betel nuts!
"That wasn't the worst of it, either. If we were allowed to stop eating — it was only to take time off to drink to someone's health. I drank so many healths, I ruined my own for life.
"By the time we arrived in Ireland, where we were to be entertained by President De Yalera, I'd drunk so many healths, I'd run smack out of toasts.
"And I had a terrible premonition that T wasn't going to stand up under this health drinking much longer.
"Well, I was right. We arrived in Dublin. Our car wTas stopped in the main street, and the crowd roared for ten minutes. Thinking I ought to acknowledge such an ovation. I tried to step out of the car. But the strain of those three months had been too great. I couldn't stand up under it. I missed the curb, and fell flat on my schnozzle. And would you 1 idieve it — they thought I was being funny on purpose. And cheered for another half hour!
"When we were finally presented to President De Yalera. I took it upon myself to tell him how much we appreciated even," little thing that had been done for us. Says 1, ' You've made a couple of little Americans very happy. <ir.' 'Indeed. I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Woolsey,' he answered. 'But begorra, you amaze me. You're the first American I've ever met who referred to himself as little"
" \nd 1 should say." concluded the worldweary diplomaniac, "that that remark wasn't halt bad for an amateur."