Picture Play Magazine (Jul - Dec 1929)

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73 M uses all around us, including self-effacement, it is not selves as embodiments of latter-day goddesses. June Marlowe, right, her pretty head fairly bursting with zigzags, says she is the soul of electricity, that she just radiates magnetism. Be that as it may, let's give her a hand for not injuring herself with all those tinny things. Mary Philbin, right, dangling a few yards of film from her waist and shoulders, asks you to accepc her as the muse of the movies, the goddess of the cinema, or what have you? Well, it's a big responsibility, and Mary has a lot to answer for right now. Kathryn Crawford, left, shows by her carefree attitude and the symbols she flaunts, that she doesn't give a whoop for art. Why should she? For she is commercialism, the muse who trips .the light fantastic through all the studios and brings dreaming stars to their senses by whispering "Remember the box office." Merna Kennedy, right, her saxophone poised for a blast that shall drown every symphony ever written, fittingly portrays the modern muse of jazz whose cry is, "Down with Beethoven, L i z s t , Chopin, and all those guys l"