Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1923 - Feb 1924)

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59 dian — Not a Hero the heroic roles are not for him. But if, he expresses the humor and charm that have stage roles, he will soon take a place among players of the screen. Lusk Mr. Lunt, primly garbed as a silk salesman in a department store, airily indicated the old cook book that engrossed me with its lavish directions to soak the filets of sole in a quart of white wine, to toss into the jelhr a bottle of champagne, adding thereto : twenty nectarines, a gill of maraschino, et cetera. ... . But this. I admit, is irrelevant, though to me not unimportant. Epicurean tastes seldom are found in commonplace or unimaginative people. An indirect compliment to Mr. Lunt. understand, not the writer. While Alfred, (we'll drop the prefix right here and now) chose, for purposes explained later, to get himself up in the sedate blackand-white of a vender of ladies' dress goods, as the term goes, his manner was volatile and his mood gay. Anything in the world, you would have said, but a commonplace man or, to an interviewer, a movie hero in the sanctity of the family circle. It was engagingly informal, this family circle, the flavor of it being most apparent when Alfred bowed low and gave his weekly studio wage to his wife, Lynn Fontanne, Dulcy of the stage, with a facetious remark about dutiful husbands and good little boys. She. in turn, about to dine out, removed the dim embroidery that covered the piano and draped it over her shoulders in lieu of the traditional gorgeous evening wrap. . . . Here, I thought, are people who know the ways of pleasant living and have the uncommon gift of making a first caller feel a part of their integral scheme. "Look at the se shoes!" Alfred squeaked and grimaced in amusement, "I got them in a bargain basement. They told me they would wear a year or mor pretended to hesitate doubt, to draw out salesman. Comfortable will say that." He thrust out feet in the style that used to be called vici kid^-the joke, you see, being that in costuming him *a These pictures of him in character are from "Second Youth," in which, it is predicted, he will come into his own, on the screen. self for his part in "Second Youth," his new picture, he was mistaken ; for a department-store worker in search of -.shoes that were first of all easy to stand in for. long periods. He had just aome from the studio for a hasty dinner and was due to spend the evening in one oil j the 'big shops doing additional scenes: hence the character make-up. "We've a wonderful cast," he volunteered. "Margaret Dale, Jobyna Howland, Walter Catlett — oh, and my wife plays a small part, her first on the screen — the role of a librarian whom I meet on a bus. Just for the fun of it, you see. Weenjoyed it immensely because we \ play well together at all times." Naturallv influenced by values -, as they obtain in the theater, he had particular enthusiasm for a company that comprised artists recruited \| from, the stage. I asked him, midway in our vege_A table dinner, about his first picture.