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Over the Teacups
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next fall? They'll be juniors in high school then — think of having to go back to being just a schoolgirl after being in a Griffith picture !
"They've discovered that making pictures isn't all applause, for one day they had to dance the minuet in funny little high-heeled slippers all day from seven-thirty in the morning until after nine at night, when some fireworks scenes were taken. It turned terribly cold, but of course they couldn't put wraps on over their costumes. One of them said that she'd often felt sorry for the poor shopgirls, who have to stand up all day, but that in the future she'd reserve her pity for motion-picture players.
"Late in the afternoon some one told Lillian that it was my birthday, so she rushed in to the studio restaurant and arranged an impromptu dinner party to celebrate the occasion. And Dick Barthelmess' mother was one of the guests. She's just as lovely as Dick is. After dinner we all sat out on the lawn, watching the beautiful scene and the fireworks and the path
Martha Mansfield and Crane Wilbur have ffone into vaudeville tosether and another partnership for them is rumored.
Photo by Freulich
Fans found the interval between Carmel Myers ' feature-pictures too long, so Vitagraph persuaded her to make a serial.
of silver that the moonlight made across the Sound, and I wished that all the fans in the country might have been there. It was so cold when I started home that Lillian rushed up to her room to get me a wrap — and guess what it was! It was Anna Moore's cape, from ''Way Down East.' It was heartbreaking to send it back to her."
"You're just as bad as the fans who write letters asking the stars to give them their old clothes," I scolded her. "You're worse, in fact, because they need them and you just want them because of their associations."
"Yes," Fanny admitted. "If I were a Camp Fire girl and was about to be awarded a bead for some good deed I 'd done, I'd insist on having one of the Queen of S helm's beads."
"Probably lots of Camp Fire girls feel that way," I averred. "Why don't you suggest to the Fox Company that they donate the Shcba costumes to the Camp Fire girls, to be distributed among the first eighty-two girls who deserve a reward of merit?"
Fanny dodged the issue partly, carrying off all the honors of the con"Were there that many?" As usual, the Algonquin was crowded with film celebrities. In the scraps of conversation that we overheard as people passed us, instead of the usual "And he said to me," that most gatherings echo and echo again, there was repeated mention of millions of dollars, close-ups, and thinning and fattening treatments.
"Almost the only plaver I know," Fanny observed, after a silence enforced by
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