Picture-Play Magazine (Sep 1921 - Feb 1922)

A Girl's Adventures in Movieland 33 mountains. There were views from every angle, and all were magnificent; the one of the interior was in keeping with the grandeur of the outside. It is the realization of the kind of house you picture you would live in if you were a rich movie star. "Do you know, I hate to have photographs taken of myself," Miss Stewart announced while I was feasting my eyes on them. "Isn't that funny ? I detest posing for them. I always want to be moving, from force of habit, I suppose. Most all movie players feel that way." I'm sure if they all took such good likenesses of themselves as Anita Stewart, I don't understand why they dislike it. The picture she gave me for myself was one of the originals of the pose that was in the gallery of the "Screen Beauties" in the July issue of PicturePlay. Only it was about twice the size of the magazine — almost life-size of just the head, you know. I was thinking what a stunning addition that would make to my much-treasured personally collected photos of stars I have met. I couldn't help commenting on the nice leading man I noticed in some of the stills of her forthcoming picture. It Out in the summerhoiise overlooking the bay, I just ^ave myself up so to marveling at the surroundings and listening to Anita Steivart that 1 forgot most of the things I had wanted to asic her. seemed sort of funny to think of the love scenes being snapped by her own husband, especially as the public is so fond of imagining that stars and their opposites are in love with each other. "But it's silly to think that," Anita said. "They seldom are." That reminded me of the time almost every fan considered Anita Stewart and Earle Williams were in love with each other just because they were such splendid opposites. _ In town it had been quite hot ; it wasn't the least bit here, with the cool breeze blowing in from the water and rustling all the leaves which almost completely cover the house. It was three stories high on one end — the house, I mean — and two stories, witli a large roof garden, on the other end. A boathouse, with a narrow platform around it that extended out into the water, and two stone summerhouses, grown over with vines like that on the house, bordered the inlet of water. There was a picturesque, arched stone bridge spanning it where it entered into the bay. The butler brought some chairs and we sat on the platform of the boathouse and gave ourselves up to enjoying the view and atmosphere. We watched the two small boys in the boat on the opposite shore of the inlet catch eels and crabs, and Anita's two dogs, Casey and Dub, frisked around in the water. The sun bath made us lazy, and we talked idly of the movies — in much the same manner as Fanny the Fan and the Bystander chatter — flitting from one subject to the other. I was so thoroughly contented with my companion and surroundings — what fan wouldn't be? — that I forgot half of the things I wanted to ask Miss Stewart, and just gave myself up to listening eagerly to anything she had to say. She was telling me about California — about the climate and the studios out there. "The studios out there are hardly anything more than sheds," she said, to my surprise. "As a rule they are merely big spaces of flooring with roofs over them — nothing like the large studios here. "Out there, when you go out at night, you just about see everybody in the movies. You see, there aren't so many places to go to as there are in New York. There are only a few cabarets and big hotels, so when you go to the Ambassador or any of those places you meet Charlie Chaplin and Gloria Swanson and just every one — except Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks. You ha.'dly ever see them, because they go out very seldom." Anita Stewart likes Alice Joyce. She told me, "Alice is the kind of person I admire — quiet and serious and studious. 1 like to be quiet and by myself — not altogether alone, l)ut not leading a wild life. Mr. Cameron likes to go about quite a bit, though, so while we're here we occasionally attend dinners, play golf or tennis with friends, and once in a while we have bathing parties on moonlight nights. Of course some players have much wilder, gayer times, but when I'm twenty-eight or so I want to look that age or younger — and you can't if you dissipate." I don't think Miss Stewart need worry about aging — she is far from that yet. She is very girlish looking and very bright and sparkling — nothing blase about her at all. "You know some ]3eople are under the impression Continued on page 89