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SEPTEMBER 1925
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fans and newspaper write-up-mongers idolise so madly, in this world are those who are just " human."
" Regal, imperious and amazingly
lovely, 1 found her .at breakfast," the journalist wrote, "resplendent in a gown of some rich oriental material that showed up to perfection the wonder of hair black as the raven's wing. A string of pearls were clasped around her milk-white throat, matching the creamy pallor of her skin, enhancing the beauty of eyes soft as the southern night. Her slim white hands toyed idly with a grapefruit seeming to impart even to that simple action an air of royal splendour." That same girl served until a few years ago as a waitress in a second-rate eating house, while the " Moods " so happily alluded to as proof of an artistic temperament are the despair of those compelled to work with her.
Cnglish papers are usually more *-J rational in their description of public favourites, though actors and actresses — specially the movie ones come in for a goodly share of hero (or heroine) worship even on this side of the herring pond, and most of us still regard Hollywood— that magic land of make believe, as a sort of Paradise on earth where famous people cf amazing wealth live in luxury and happiness greater even than that enjoyed by the principals in the fairv stories which so delighted us as children.
Beloic : Valentino, who makes many
pulses throb to the tune of his movie love
making. Right : Barbara La Marr.
Occasionally somebody gets his licence suspended for being drunk in charge of a car, or a divorce suit comes along to convince us that the idols we have worshipped ;irc in reality common clay, but the next time Rudolph Valentino makes our pulses throb madly to the tune of his lovemaking, ■ or sweet Norma Talmadgc tugs at our heartstrings as a pretty Victorian maiden or an old woman cherishing Love all the more dearly because of the greater understanding sorrow has irr>
Pola Negri