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JANUARY 1924
Kin&s jeehs
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Snow Films . . . We've always loved them; they've been with us since the beginning. There's such a glamour about them, such a sense of mystery and awe, such a chance for clean, gripping drama. Not very original, perhaps ; cast somewhat in the same heroic mould ; but then we don't want them too original, we should just hate it if they were to depart from the Great Outdoors Tradition.
All we want is snow — and plenty of it — teams of handsome malemutes dashing along the frozen trails, befurred heroines, pursued heroes, and villains with lonely cabins among the pines — just the same glorious old thrills that have been since the beginning, when the first producer coined the first subtitle about the Great Open Spaces Where Men Are Men. . .
Somehow we can't imagine that the Royal N. W. Mounted will ever cease to " get their man," (and woman too!), or that the trapper's daughter will cease to crouch, stormbound, in the deserted cabin where she waits for the inevitable hero to overcome the inevitable villain and
achieve the inevitable rescue in the nick of time !
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Above : Ruth
Roland in " The
Timber Queen." Circle :
Buck Jones and Dorothy
Manners in " Snowdrift."
doie-mvards : A beautiful
on in "Where the North Begins."
rt and the heroine of " Brazen
rth," and Jane Xovak in " The
Snowshoe Trail" passes and tastes change, ay come and Sheiks may go, now Kings and Queens go on
And the stars seem to know this — or perhaps it is that they know the fascination of the furred head-dress and snowshoes, and a dog-team to pull them across the snows. Every star in Hollywood has felt at some time the magnetic pull, and has responded to the call of the wild. To one or two it seems irresistible. There's Jane Novak, tor instance, and Lewis Stone . . . They must feel chilly out of their furs, and sort of strange in the Californian sun. The North has got them, sure enough. And there's Strongheart. the wonderdog, who can do everything but talk — and they say that in Brazen of the North, he really did that too ! He is a real King of the Snows, and a star in his own right. And there's Xanook. Don't forget him. please.
The funny thing about this passion for snow-stuff is that the stars seem to like it in the face of all sons of very real difficulties and dangers, and come back to it time and again of their own free will.
It isn't all beer and skittles being a Monarch of the Snows. Ask Edith Roberts, for instance. 1 Hiring the shooting of The Son of the Wolf they had to go to the Vosemite Valley where there were over 30 feet oi snow on the ground. To get into their rooms at the hotel they bad to climb through a second-storey window bccaus< the first floor was entirely buried beneath a blanket oi snow. Fun? Maybe, but not so funny when the} : -limb
clear to the top of Glacier i'^i'iit for some blizzard scenes. Thc\ started at three in the afternoon, and -'.Ain't get there till nine the next morning. They were almost fro/en stiff, and only the thought fulness of the director mi bringing some extra blankets left Edith alive to tell the tale.