Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

54 Photoplay Magazine I shall never forget my wedding day. It was the turning The real break, however, came over the tobacco question, point in my life. Before, I was a carefree girl, enjoying all Like all poseurs, Joe is addicted to violet scented cigarettes, the light-hearted pleasures of a popular West Coast debutante. I ask you, what can you do with a husband like that? It Now alas, I know all the sorrows of disappointed love. wouldn't have been so bad, if he had not had the nerve to But to return to the wedding. My wedding gown was a complain of my pipe — -my favorite cob. He would make fuimy dream' in white satin. The bridal wreath of orange blossoms faces— a thing he does with great ease — when I puffed conwas delicious. In fact, before the ceremony was completed, tentedly at my favorite tobacco — Mule Hoof Brand — a tobacco I had eaten them all. Joe was equally diked out. At the time, I thought no one could look grander. Now, I suspect that he had "borrowed" the dress suit of some undersized waiter. Either that, or his tailor was a mail-order out-fitter. The best thing about Joe was his high hat, which he held after the mode popular among pall bearers to the ultrafashionable. The ceremony took place in an alcove erected for the purpose at Universal City. I was given away by Mr. Fred Fishback, who directs the pictures in which I play. Freddie wept as the knot was being tied. I expected every minute, however, to hear him shout "Cut! Retake!" Those are his pet phrases. Judge Bobby Mack, who performed the ceremony, was a dear. I could love that man. I smiled kindly at him as he pronounced the words that made me man and wife, I mean Joe Martin's wife. I believe Joe saw this and was jealous. Something must have aroused him. The end of our wedding party was rather exciting. At the conclusion of the ceremony, Judge Mack leaned over to salute me on the cheek as was his privilege. Under the circumstances, I could not object. In fact, I was rather pleased at the idea. Not so, Joe. In an instant he was roaring with rage. Only the persuasion of Mr. Fishback and others present kept my husband from taking the law into his own hands. Our honeymoon waned only too soon. The early days in our little Universal City bungalow were indeed happy. Soon, however, my better half, if you can call that brute from Borneo by such a figure of speech, began to get moody. 1 always will suspect he was jealous of me. For a long time, you see, many critics rated him as the greatest comedian at Universal City. Far be it from me to make any false claims, but my comedies are funnier than a barrel of monkeys. EDITOR'S NOTE:— It is with the best of intentions that Photoplay Magazine presents this marital argument. It is only just to Joe Martin to say that for all we know he may make the best of husbands. But to be really fair we have got to present both sides of the question; and here is Mrs. Joe's. The Martin-Tree wedding was one of the mid-winter events of the California zoological colony. Above — The wedding occurred in mid-winter, at Universal City, California. Belo-w — Mrs. Joe Martin, one of our leading dramatic actresses, here shown with Edith Roberts in "The Baby Doll Bandit." popular among sailors, and which I learned to enjoy on my way to America. One day, in my absence, he tried some of this tobacco. When I returned I found him almost overcome. Fleeing from my ridicule, he crawled from the house. I have not seen him since. I understand he has gone to the country to recuperate. As he left Universal City, however, he gave out the statement to the press intending to undermine my standing as a moving picture actress of note. Don't think that I am grieving. I have my career. After all, I found that I could not live with Joe. Why? To tell you the truth — he isn't human. At times, he's even brutal. Well, "Et tu Brute," as the doughboys say. Don't you love French? You know, I am one of the few screen actresses who don't claim to have been born in Paris, or somewhere. I come by my French quite naturally, though. You might say I was convent-bred. I was raised just outside of a convent in Madagascar. In fact, when I was induced to come to America to accept a screen contract, the only English I knew was "Fade me, white boy!" "Shoot two bits!" "Read 'em and weep!" and similar phrases I picked up from the little Madagascar darkies near my home. These phrases, I understand, have to do with Osteopathy, or the scientific manipulation of the bones. Many people have asked me why it is I generally impersonate men, rather than women, in my pictures. I will tell you, if you keep it strictly confidential. Entre nous, as it were. I was first attracted by the ease with which men make monkeys of themselves. Being of an imitative nature, I tried the reverse of this and found it exceptionally simple. In my latest releases I have proved how nearly human I can act. Well, if they will set me in a ring with this Joe Martin party, I'll soon prove who's the master mind. ''HE best way to elevate the screen would be to hang a few of the sex-play producers. n.