Pictures and the Picturegoer (Jan-Dec 1924)

100 Pictures end Pichuretyver DECEMBER 1924 Fans All (tverywhere). — Just to show what a forgiving nature I have, here's wishing you a very Happy Xmas — even the most inquisitive of you. Sally (Ireland). — Glad to make your acquaintance, Sally. (1) Send letters to stars c/o these offices in plain stamped envelopes. (2) Try First National, 37-39, Oxford Street, W.l. for photo of Barbara La Marr — or why not ask the lady herself? Doris (Hurlingham). — (1) Letter forwarded. Best luck ! Gladys (Grahamstown). — Friends are always welcome — so come under the mistletoe Gladys and let's seal the acquaintance in a seasonable way ! (1) Most film stars send photos to their admirers, so I don't see why your favourites should differ from the rest. If they don't answer soon write again. (2) Mary Pickford born April 8th, 1893, at Toronto, Canada. Helen MacGregor (Edinburgh). — Greetings, little one. Your lamentable curiosity seems to have been miraculously cured, just lately. Congratulations to us both! Query (Nottingham).— (1) Try W. & F. Film Service for The Dancer on the Nile stills. (2) Gloria Swanson was born 1899 and Betty Blythe in 1894. (2) Betty is married. D. T. (Hurlingham).— (1) I've forwarded your letter. (2) Same to you and many of 'em ! Natascha (Sydenham). — Thanks for your questionless letter. It's a Xmas present worth having! Expectant (Forfar). — My Sunday Halo has unfortunately been mislaid, so you'll have to lie content with me unadorned. (1) Ivor Novello's plans are at present unrevealed. He will make the film version of The Rat only after the stage play has finished its long run. (2) He doesn't intend re-visiting America just yet. I can't undertake to go on my knees to the Editor for that art plate — my trousers are made of less durable stuff than my patience ! The Sparring Partners (Castleford). — Yes, I often get bored — but I'm very tact tui. (1) Alice Terry is of Welsh origin, but an American citizen. (2) Lewis Stone is an American, born Worcester, Mass. (3) Ramon Novarro is an Italian, born in Mexico. Betty (Shrewsbury). — There's only one of me, Betty, and it's a Human Encyclopaedia, not an Editor. (1) I think you ought to get those signed photos. (2) Ramon Novarro is at work on Ben Hur in which he plays the title role. Peggy (Leigh-on-Sea). — Apologies returned unused. That's what I'm here for ! I've forwarded your letters. Another t Rudy Raver (Winchmore Hill).— (1) Send to our Publishing Dept., Arne St., for back numbers of PICTUREGOER. (2) I think Rudolph would send you a " squish " photo of himself if you ask nicely. Send an international coupon for postage. (3) Clyde Fillmore took the lead in Tlie Devil's Passkey. As it's Xmas I'll forgive you for raving — but it's hard ! Beeswing (Ilford). — (1) Letter forwarded. (2) Art plate of James Kirkwood in October 1924 issue. I pass on your admiration to Eric Von Stroheim — may he treasure it long ! Toni (Harrogate). — (1) Stewart Rome's next film will be The Salving of the Derelict. Pamela (Felixstowe). — Letter forwarded to Lon Chaney. Thanks for yours, which was short and sweet. Poppy. — (1) Norma Talmadgc born May 2nd 1897. Phyllis (Barnet). — Send to the " Picturegoer Salon," 88, Long Acre, for our latest postcard list. I think it's a splendid idea to give your tan friends photos of their favourites as Xmas presents. Madeline (Wallasey). — (1) Have forwarded the letter, likewise the blessing, to Tony Moreno, and hope he duly appreciates both. Pat (Eastbourne). — Likes "awfully simple films." Unfortunately some producers seem to prefer "simply awful" ones. O. M. J. G. (South Africa).— (1) Write to Jack Hoxie, c/o Universal Studios, Universal City, California. I certainly think be would let you have a photo. THE THIEF OF BAGDAD (Continued from page 38). opened her eyes and sat up. " I claim the Princess," said the Mongol Prince. " Mine is the rarest gift, for it restored her to life." " I claim the Princess," said the Persian Prince, " for without my magic carpet you could not have been here to do so. It is the rarest gift." " / claim the Princess," snapped the Hindu Prince. " Without my crystal none of us would have known of the Princess's death." And so they wrangled, but across the pale features of the Mongol Prince a sly smile now crept. " I claim the Princess," he said, " because she is mine to claim. All Bagdad is mine. My troops occupy it. I am its Prince." " Is this true?" demanded the Caliph. " True indeed," replied the Mongol. But the Mongol spoke in ignorance. For at that very moment before the gates of the Palace (but knowing not of the treachery) the Thief of Bagdad stood alone. " Open the gates !" he cried. And as a spectacle he looked so lonely and almost pathetic that the guard had perforce to burst into laughter before he could reply : " Never again to thee shall the gates of Bagdad be opened. See my face ! To-morrow the Princess of Bagdad is to marry our Prince." Dut to the guard's dismay alarm did not appear upon the Thief's face. The latter fell back a pace and opened his Magic Casket and took out a handful of small pellets. He cast the handful of pellets upon the ground, and where each pellet fell a thin column of smoke arose, and from each, column of smoke a warrior stepped forth fully armed. Handful after handful the Thief scattered on the barren ground, and in a few seconds /he astounded guard saw ten times 'ten thousand men created. " To save your own skin," cried the Thief, " throw open the gates now." Great gladness filled the Palace at the city's deliverance and nowhere could the Princess and her lover, the Thief, step but that they were overwhelmed with congratulations and good wishes. " Where, oh where can I take thee that I may love thee in peace?" the Thief demanded. And she approached and whispered to him. And they stepped upon the Magic Carpet and bade it take them to the Land of Love. With the cheers of happy thousands echoing in their ears they flew through the great windows of the palace out across the heads of the populace, thrice round the square and then across the highest minaret. A few moments later they were lost to sight, flying eastwards above the highest cloud.