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Back Again!
A friendly little sermon on the ways of health, by Elliot Dexter who admits an obligation to Right Thinking.
By ADELA ROGERS ST. JOHNS
ELLIOT DEXTER is working again. The as yet unnamed deMille feature now taking shape beneath the magic wand of "the chief" will bring him back to the world of the silver sheet that has so sadly missed his polished artistry.
For it is almost a year since the inexorable arm of illness turned deMille's "For Better or for Worse" into an unexpected farewell performance for him.
Between the two events lies a long road and a hard one — a road of sickness, pain, shattered ambitions, uselessness — trodden cheerfully — ending at last in victory.
As soon as I saw him, standing bareheaded in the sunshine beneath an apple tree in full bloom (a "location" apple tree
it was) I began to understand the air of delighted mystery which his friends instantly assume when they talk about him. There were no crutches in sight, no canes, nothing to suggest the wheel chair that the stroke which rendered him helpless forced him to use. He looked ten years younger, doubly attractive. Perfect health sat in every line of his face and form.
But it is more than that. He gave me the impression of a photograph that has been artistically retouched.
That, I think, is why Cecil deMille himself became smilingly silent when I asked him about Dexter's return. He seemed to want me to hear it from the man's own lips.
Tommy Meighan shook his head and held up his hands when I asked him if it was true that Elliot Dexter was back at the studio, able to work, though for so long film circles had hummed with one rumor after another concerning his condition. "Go look at him," said Meighan.
Gloria, more lovely than ever in a checked gingham apron and Mary Jane pumps, looked up at me with eyes that were like bluebells under water, by reason of the swift tears that filled them. "It is so wonderful," said Gloria.
It is plain that they all marvel — -at the three men which, in the last year, they have seen inhabit the handsome, graceful figure that the cast of characters titles "Elliot Dexter." Three men — the man who was, the man who so nearly was not at all,
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