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She Likes to Take
Edith Johnson is quite con week," and doesn't long to be
By Barbara
Photo by Abbe
Probably it's as a blonde that you 've always thought of her.
ND her hair turned yellow with fright !" Doesn't sound quite right, does it ? A heroine's crown of glory can turn white with horror, but yellow — oh, never ! Edith Johnson's did, though, which, of course, goes to show that in the movies anything can happen. Not only did it turn yellow, but it stayed that color for several years, and only recently went back to brown.
"You know how it is ; leading men almost always want a blond leading lady," she explained to me, when I settled down in a corner of the Vitagraph lot with her between perils of "The Silent Avenger."
"So I put a blond wig over my own hair — it's brown, you know — and made all my serials wearing it. That was way back in the beginning, when I was with Lubin. And then I came to Vitagraph, and they liked me as a blonde, so I went on that way till Mr. Duncan and I began 'The Silent Avenger.' He thought my own hair more becoming than the wig, so we tried me with that, and — well, now I'm a brunette for good, I guess.".
She's rather a quaint girl, is Edith Johnson ; rather staid and sedate, and not at all the wild, adventurous person you'd expect a serial queen to be. • She's quite likely to settle down with a bit of sewing when she's off the set — and from the mere fact that she can hemstitch between being bound and
gagged and threatened with death, and tied to a bumper, and having a runaway engine sent toward her — well, if that doesn't give you an idea of how great are the calm depths of her character, nothing can.
"Do you know, I've seen you somewhere before — and I can't remember where?" I told her. "I know it's not from seeing you in all those Lubin and Universal serials you did before you were with Vitagraph, yet I can't tell where it was."
So we compared notes. We'd gone to the same college, but not at the same time. She was born and brought up in Rochester, New York, and I've never been there. It looked hopeless. And then, by some twist of memory, I recalled my first kodak, a little Brownie, and the fun I had when I bought and used it during a Mardi Gras celebration down in New Orleans some years ago. I remembered standing before a poster, studying it, while the kodak was wrapped. And simultaneously we ex-, claimed :
"The 'kodak girl' pictures!"
She laughed as we patched together my recognition of her.
"That was my introduction to pictures," she told me. "The kodak people wanted a girl to photograph for their ads, and I lived in Rochester, where their plant is, and so just happened into being the girl." You see, she's as modest as she is daring. "So my picture was used in magazines everywhere, and I wasn't exactly a stranger to the public when I went into motion pictures."
"And how about all this harrowing stuff you do on the screen ; doesn't it get
Maybe the thrills are less horrible because Bill Duncan is always there to rescue her