Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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Almost immediately the hairs dissolve completely and you wipe them right off, leaving not a trace of hair growth. No redness, no smarting, no irritation wliatever. No matter how thick or bristly the hairs were, there isn't a sign of them left. The price of FRESCA Hair Remover is One Dollar. Any druggii can get it for you — but , some of them are nc yet supplied. If you wish just ' send the coupon and receive FRESCA direct by mail. Fred W. Scarff Co.. 586 Thompson Bldg., Chicago, V IlUnoU Please send me, postuKe j>ai<l. a boMle of Presca Hair Kemover— for whirh I enclose One Dollur. Name Address Town : State The Pickford — Fairbanks Wooing (Continued) a true companionship. And once more she Fairbanks obtained a divorce from Douglas. saw the hope of a ray of moonlight in her lile. One day there was an accident on the Lasky lot. Miss Pickford was suspended high in the air at a rope's end. It began to spin and twist. There was grave danger that she would be injured. Fairbanks, acting on instinct, climbed to her rescue. He carried her to safety and her arms went about his neck. The story of the rescue and the tableau that finished it was made public. The eager tongue of the gossip began to wag. The friendship of Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks was given a sinister significance. That the gossip might be downed, it seemed wiser that their friendship be abandoned. But it had been too strong. Both were too hungry for the comradeship and sympathy they found in each other. Then there came a supper party at the Algonquin in New York, By this time mutual business had drawn the two closer together. Miss Pickford gave a party for Fairbanks. That capped the climax as far as the gossips were concerned. Stories flew about that Moore had vowed to challenge Fairbanks to a duel. It was reported he had armed himself and was looking for Fairbanks. Moore is known as a very handy man in a rough-and-tumble affray. Fairbanks, the athlete, was not reckoned as averse to this test of strength with the love of the film star as its inspiration. Half a dozen times friends intervened and stopped a desp>erate meeting between the husband and the man he looked upon as his greatest enemy. These stories, of course, went to Miss Pickford. Each time she was put to the torture of suspense and fear. The moonlight she had hoped for seemed a vain promise. The strain began to tell on her. Fairbanks became worried. It was at this time that the world came close to losing its chosen stars. That their love might unfold its wings, Fairbanks and Miss Pickford had almost decided to leave the world behind, abandon their careers, disappear from the screen and begin life anew in the Orient. About this time there spread the story that Fairbanks and Moore had met in a hotel lobby and that Moore had drawn a gun on his rival. In the struggle, the story said, Fairbanks was shot in the hand. One of the first versions was that Fairbanks had been killed. The tragic course of her romance almost caused Mary's complete collapse. She went nowhere unless she was heavily veiled. She chose for her companion Margery Daw. At the time she made bitter accusations against "a certain woman." The name was not mentioned in the newspapers, but the gossips looked after that. By this time Mary Pickford had stopped weeping. She could only call upon her love of her art to rescue her from her melancholy. At other times they would find her sitting in her room, staring blindly with unseeing eyes. Mary Pickford was fighting her greatest battle — with herself. She was facing the whole troubled situation once and for all. She was nerving tierself for the final ordeal — the move upon which she staked her future, her fame and her fortune. The world learned of her decision on the day she obtained her divorce from Owen Moore in Nevada, and the world smiled a bit when it read that Miss Pickford appeared in somber clothes and heavily veiled. They saw in this an affectation and a pose, but it wasn't either. The black of Miss Pickford's garments matched the black sorrow in her heart. Not even the cynical world, had it seen within her heart, would have suspected glycerine in the film favorite's tears. The gossips were not through with her yet. She was hounded and harassed. If she appeared on the same lot with Fairbanks, which her work required her to do, there was a fresh outburst of rumors. Into the situation came another distressing point. That was her relation to the church whose faith she had professed when she married Moore. What her plans were at the time of her divorce from Moore cannot be flatly stated. It may be recalled that shortly afterward a story circulated that she would be excommunicated if she married again. "Then I shall never be excommunicated," said Miss Pickford. "Only today I received a beautiful letter from the priest who knows me best. In the eyes of the church my divorce is not illegal. It sanctions such an act but would not sanction my second marriage, although recognizes my legal separation from Mr. Moore." She was asked if she intended to marry Fairljanks. "liiat rumor is absurd," she declared. "My divorce does not signify that. I just wanted to be free — free as I have wanted to be for years." As has been stated, it is impossible to judge whether she meant what she said. But there can be no doubt that she was aware of what her move meant on the day she consented to marry Fairbanks. There can be no doubt that she realized she must Margery was usually with her when Mary consider herself no longer a communicant of met Fairbanks during discussions made the church. necessary by their business affiliation. It meant something more, too. Among "The Big Four" of the motion picture her millions of admirers are many of the world — Griffith, Pickford, Fairbanks and Catholic faith. In leaving the church, Miss Chaplin — had been formed. It is moving Pickford realized that she might be risking picture history that on the night that com their friendship and their support. bination was discussed, friends prevailed upon Fairbanks to leave the dining room of the hotel in which he was stopping to avoid a scene with Moore. But there never has been a clash. Owen Moore still cared for his wife and did nothing to cause her added trouble. Fairbanks, on his side, did his best to avoid an unpleasant encounter that might bring more pitiless publicity and add to Mary's burden. She knew, too, that her second marriage in any event would start the tongues wagging again. She would be made a symbol of the popular version of faithlessness on the stage. All these things must have been placed in the balance agiinst the yearning of her woman's heart — the longing for the lijht of the moon. But Mary made her choice. That is why it was written in the be "My whole life is ruined," Mary told ginning of this narrative that there is a real Miss Daw, shortly afterward. "Just at a love story behind the most famous wedding time when I should be at the height of my of the century. career I am surrounded by misery and sorrow. I can't stand the worry and strain much longer." From an unexpected quarter there came a new promise of the moonlight. Mrs. From the studios comes word that Mary P'ckford already is a changed woman, infecting everyone on the lot with her buoyancy. At Bp»'°rtv Fills they are busily (Continued on page T13) Evtiry advertisement in rnOTOPLAT MAGAZINE is guaranteed.