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JANUARY 1924
Picture s and Picture poer
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love was dan< ing I itudied for • years in New York, and al on< I was one "t tin "Three Ru Dancers " m Vaudeville. The other two were r< al Russians, but as I i
, none discos ered that I was only
Russian by adoption. I wenl in for
ius act ing after that ; in stock first.
'That's line training, yon know. I try
to put in a little time in sto< now and again because I think for me. in Los thei i n1 Little
Theatre. Everybody who can appears there in between movies, and
it's real good I'nn. The pay isn't inneh, just 100 dollars weekly, but you couldn't name a movie star who hasn't played there one time or another." She reeled off a list that made me gasp and inquire the price of a ticket to Los, instanter.
The Actors' strike of a few years back knocked Betty into pictures willynilly. {Continued on page 60.) Left: Her latest " Sowar a" photoarabh
Betty Ross Clarke.
Bonny Betty Ross Clarke blew into my office like a jolly little zephyr the other morning. Very bright and breezy indeed was Betty, very well content with the world in general, and London in particular. She has been playing for Bertram Phillips in Why} and will most likely be starred in a medieval Chinese play " The Flame of Love," next April, at a London Theatre.
" I am a near-Canadian," she observed, in that demure, yet vivacious way of hers, " For I was born at Langdon, North Dakota, just seven miles over the British border. Of course, I don't remember much about it, but it must have been a primitive kind of place then, plenty of Indians about, and very few settlers. 1 recollect mother telling me how, when I was about three days old, a great Indian stalked into the shack and harangued her for ever so long. The brave stayed and stayed and stayed. It transpired later that he wanted to buy tobacco. My name is Betty, not Betsy, and so the lady of the history-books isn't any relation of mine. But my Grandad was a General in the Civil War (North), and we're awfully proud of him."
Above : With Earle Williams in " The Jade Elephant."
" Have you come to stay?" I queried.
" I guess so," replied Betty. " You see my husband works here, and we don't like to be separated."
Said husband is one Arthur Collins, ex-airman and engineer ; a name not unknown in English stageland, as I promptly informed my visitor.
" But he's not related to Sir Arthur Collins," she assured me, her deep-grey eyes sparkling with mirth. " It seems a pity, doesn't it? But it's the sad, sad truth."
Betty doesn't look old enough to have a husband. She is only twenty-three, though she's had an interesting career and made very good use of her years.
" My mother always wished to go on the stage," she declared, " But it wasn't possible, and so I realised her ambition instead. Mother's always been most interested in my work; she lives in Los Angeles now. I spent my childhood in Minneapolis, the city of five thousand lakes. It has wonderful pine forests too, acres and acres of them. My first
A tense moment in " Lucky Carson?'