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Ill repose Alice Brady is serious to the point of sadness, emotionless to the point of boredom.
Alice— Not Ben Bolt
The star daughter of the famous Bill Brady is not of the clingingvine variety, nor is she sweet. Toppling over established ideas about motion-picture stars is one of the best things she does, and you will enjoy the way she does it.
By Malcolm H. Oettinger
AFTER contemplating the ultra-modish Alice Brady on the screen in such pictures as "The New York Idea" and "The Fear Market," one might expect to find her a beautiful cloak model or a super-blase hothotise plant basking in the rays of a diamond pendant or two. The impression she gives to the screen wiseacres would appear to be one of rarified social shades — a pastel in mauves and candlelight.
The appropriate . place to interview Alice Brady, proceeding along the lines of such a thesis, wotild be the Astor Roof at midnight or over a cup of Turkish at the Black Cat, where the cognoscenti congregate to point out how art should be improved. Consequently I was a bit taken al)ack when it was arranged that I should meet her at high noon, in broadest of daylight — Broadway's breakfast hour, in fact. But by ten mintites past twelve I There is nothing was completely reassured. Daylight is the time to trans demure about Alice, act business, and Alice Brady is a business woman. nothing faintly sug
Before I met her I thought of "Sweet Alice, Ben Bolt" gesting the coy as a possible motif — all good interviews have motifs ! — country maiden.
for this story. It took less than ten minutes to shatter that illusion, too. You know how that old relic went:
"Oh, Donchoo re-mem-ber sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Aaal-lice with ha-air so brow-hown."
At least that's the floor plan of how it used to sound when rendered by the Eclectic Quartet. Well, Alice Brady doesn't fit the lyrics a-tall. She may be clever, alert, intellectual, witty ; she may be all these things and more, ljut she is not sweet. And I imagine she will thank me for so deposing. ]\Iary Miles Minter is a sweet girl; ditto Wanda Hawley ; repeat on Bessie Love. But tinder no conditions cottld Mr. Brady's favorite daughter class with these Ben Bolters.
"The first charm of the screen," she told me with delicious candor, "lies in the fabulous gold that awaits those lucky enough :) 'screen' well, whatever that means. I was lured by the salary offered me, and I stay for the simple reason that it is paid me at beautifully regular intervals. In addition, I enjoy creating for the celluloids. At present I'm doing characters, and if I am permitted to continue doing them I shall be as happy as Pollyanna herself."
During the past season Miss Brady adorned "Anna Ascends" with much gusto. It was a foreign affair and allowed Alice to wear a shawl
and she liked it. And next season she hopes to do another costume-anddialect speakie.
"Really," she said, with a crooked little smile that savored of ennui, "really there isn't anything new that I can tell you about this Brady woman. I've told everything I , know about her so many times — and lots I never knew. I am at a loss to understand just why the public should care about me. About any actress. Lawyers aren't pestered for interviews. Dentists don't spend two thous a n d a
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