Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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^34 M. H., Germantown, Pa.— If you really want to use both sides of the paper as badly as all that, go ahead. You'll probably ask. enough questions on one side to keep me busy. Bebe Daniels is only nineteen; she left the Harold Lloyd comedy company for DeMille-Lasky, and she has a good part in "Why Change Your Wife?" Betty Compson is leading woman of the George Loane Tucker Company; she lives and works in Hollywood. Questions and Answers ( Concluded) character man. He has played good as a parts very well for Lasky — and he is always turning up to make a good bit better. Oliver was an old Selig player. M. W., New Y'ork. — I think you will find, if you look hard enough, a story about House Peters in this very issue. Having made you happy, do I get that divine divinity? E. U., Schenectady.— Is it actually a relief to tell your troubles to me? Why, because you think I am only a sort of kindly paternal old safety-valve, and wouldn't understand anyway? People just love to blow to me, if that's what you mean. You want a story about Bert Lytell? Mary MacLaren isn't m-inied. Miss Jimmie, Pasadena. — Yes, arguments may be the spice of conversation, but we sometimes want them settled. Carlyle Blackwell was Mary Pickford's leading man in "Such a Little Queen" one of her old Famous Players pictures. Carlyle became a film eminence when he was with Kalem, opposite Sweet Alice Joyce — remember their western pictures? He was with World and latest report is that he has formed his own company. Elsie Ferguson was "Such a Little Queen" on the stage. Z. P., Hollywood. — I'll listen to your plaints with positive pleasure. But it's hard to believe that a girl with a handwriting like that would have to advertise in the matrimonial news. Having heard that Dick Barthelmess is not married, to Constance Talmadge, Clarine Seymour, Lillian or Dorothy Gish, do you feel more spry? Elsie C, Montana.— Quite, quite true. Mary's real name is Gladys Mary Moore. Her maiden name was Smith. She married Owen Moore when she was seventeen. Chicago's fine — how's Montana? I. T., London. — I'm sure I don't know why you put the salutation "Gentlemen(?)" at the top of your letter. I am singular, and I am no lady. Cleo Madison is in a Universal serial now, with Eileen Sedgwick, called "The Great Radium Mystery." For a long time it was the Great Madison Mystery — I thought Cleo never was coming back, didn't you? B. B., Bloomfield. — Enid Bennett is an Austrialienne but it's a safe bet that her knowledge of bushmen and kangaroos conies from the same source as ours — school-books. She is married to Fred Niblo; in her twenties somewhere. Mildred G., Caieo.— A good many of you people have written in to ask me what became of the girl who fell in the well in Mary Pickford's "Daddy LongLegs." Don't worry about her; she got a good many simolfon bucks for it, as they say in burlesque. However, it was a cruel thing to do, to leave the young lady in the old oaken bucket but you'd better ask Mickey Neilan about it. Lena S., Stockton. — You hope I'll like you sooner or later. Well, Miss Washburn-Crosby, I'll answer your questions now. O'Brien and Miss Talmadge will not play together again — at least it begins to look that way. When a popular leading man is advanced to stardom and gets along as well as Monsieur Eugene, it isn't often that he returns to supporting roles — unless, of course, he's married. The gentleman in question isn't. vA^/ The P. A/s Revenge J. Leopold Turenne, St. Pierre. — The French know how to enjoy life. They sip their joys slowly — and appreciate them. Blanch Sweet may be addressed care the Hampton studios, Hollywood, California ; or in care of the Pathe E.xchange, New York City. O" NCE upon a time there was a Pressagent. He was an honest hard working man. Night after night he stood for hours with his arm crooked over the soda counter thinking up yarns to write about the Beautiful Star for whom he worked. He had succeeded in bulling the Public into believing that she was possessed of Royal blood and other things and so often did he write yarns about her early childhood in faraway Hungary that he began to believe it himself. She did believe it and she displayed a Royal crest on her motor car and stationery without a qualm of conscience. But one day she developed a streak of temperament and fired her Pressagent. He was in desperate circumstances and his little children were crying for Bread and Shoes. As a last resort he threatened to expose her to the Public. He told her he would tell the Public that she had once been a Burlesque Queen. She did not believe he could do it because she had forgotten the good old days, having lived in the rarified atmosphere of Royalty for two years. He searched around and found some Photographs of her when she wore — Tights. When she saw the Photographs she begged him on her Knees to destroy the Evidence. Now he is reinstated as her Pressagent and she will never dare to fire him again. Moral: No matter how lo'wly your position in life may be, ne-ver -write a letter or be photograpbetl because it may be used against you. Elizabeth George, New York. — No one has told me that Chaplin is leaving the screen and I think I should be one of the first to know. Francis X. Bushman opened his play in the west — "The Master Thief." I heard that Miss Bayne was very good in her stage debut. Flora Finch has a young daughter — a grown-up young daughter. Miss Finch is on the stage now, I believe. M. C, Frisco.— The stars have to make-up for the screen whether they are pretty or not. Make-up is absolutely essential although of course it varies according to complexions. Some actresses use very little. They don't put any rouge on their cheeks; except for their lips their face is very white. Shirley H. P., Manhattan, Kansas. — You say this is your first letter to me, even though you are a member of my family because your picture appears every month with mine at the head of the department. Ah — you are a letter carrier, I presume? Florence Turner is making two-reel comedies for Universal, out west. Maurice Costello is playing heavies for Vitagraph in Brooklyn; ft'ith Corinne Griffith in "The Tower of Jewels." Lottie Briscoe hasn't been playing for ages. Mary Barbara, Fredericton, N. B. — You may request me to publish you as Dolly Dimples but I'd much rather not. Your own name is much prettier. Nice, charming placid girls almost always wish to be hoydens. Mahlon Hamilton with Mary in "Daddy Long-Legs." M. E. S., Cleveland. — For inconsistency you remind me of the director who in the deathbed scene yelled to the actor, "Come on — put more life in your dying!" "The Mender of Nets" was an old Biograph with Mary Pickford. M. K. U., Louisville. — Your letter was a real inspiration. The white paper rested my weary optics and your soothing style eased my seething brain. In otner words you may write often and never hear serious complaints from me. Mildred Harris Chaplin has never played in her husband's pictures. Owen Moore's new ptctnre is "Piccadilly Jim." Edna Purviance is Chaplin's leading woman. Thank still Mr you for your interest. G. G., Buffalo. — I would be classified in think Guy Oliver a studio directory J. Y., Detroit. — I like most film men. But I'll be hornswaggled if I'll ever go to see Jack Kerrigan again after reading your bilious panegyric on him. Of course he's good-looking; yes, he can act — and he's nice to his motjier; but I know lots of bookkeepers who keep dogs and don't stay out nights. Kerrigan's new one is "The Lord Loves the Irish." Roberta C, Mass. — It certainly is awful the way prices and things stay up. But, my dear Bobbette, men are not such fools as you, and women like you — for there are some women like you — seem to think. You say my smattering of intelligence is just enough to hifle my lack of brains. But it does hide —And oh yes, Bobbette ! You make me feel like a raarfied man. Men are all idiots — but a ^'ngJy blessed one such as I is not reminded of the fact so often. I knew you|d desert Monte Blue and come back to Bill Hart and Me.