Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1926)

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34 Hollywood's Latest Adventures in Matrimony illusion, she submitted his love to an acid test. She let him call for her at the studio every da)' — and did not wait to remove her character make-up as an old woman. And no woman is at her best in the "grease" of such a make-up. They, like all of the past year's bridal couples, were married quietly, with only a few intimate friends present. They are very devoted and lead a pleasant life rather aloof from the glamour of Hollywood. I always feel at their house something secure — there is something so tangible and permanent about their marriage, it is so surely founded on realities. Not love, but admiration at first sight characterized the start of the Edmund Lowe-Lilyan Tashman romance which culminated last year in their marriage. By chance, each saw the other in New York shows and became interested. Meeting later, their friendship continued for several years and then was renewed in Hollywood. Marriage has been beneficial to both. Eddie was restless and uncertain — marriage has stabilized him, has brought a certain definition. Lilyan remains the beautiful showgirl, with the quintessence of feminine allure in her gorgeous clothes and her jewels, but there is a new sweetness in her face nowadays, a gentleness that can come only from contentment. At various times, the on-again-off-again Lefty FlynnViola Dana romance went into eclipse. And then, one day, they up and got married. They undoubtedly make the oddest couple in ill-assorted Hollywood. It is a scream to watch them dance — big Lefty with his leonine physique, and demitasse Vi. It takes four of her steps to match one of his, so he just walks around and she hangs on, her tiny feet occasionally touching the floor. On week-ends, they sally forth in his light yacht, Lefty at the helm, Vi pretending to be terribly in earnest about hauling in the sheets, and yelling, "Aye, aye, skipper!" until, of a sudden, she tires and plumps her. self into the skipper's lap, leaving the sails to flop wildly. .If those two ever start taking life seriously, there may he cause to fear for their marriage. The romance which made Claire Windsor the bride of Bert Lytell began amidst the sand hillocks and the purple nights of the Sahara Desert, where Edwin Carewe had taken them on location. No directorial impetus was necessary to awaken Bert's ardor when the script demanded a fervent love scene. Indeed, scarcely had the company settled down for work than Bert made 'it plain to all the troupe that this go-getter was out to woo and win the lovely Claire. They eloped to Mexico, and at the same time Edwin Carewe and Mary Akin, presumably accompanying them as best man and bridesmaid, were also wed, but managed to keep the fact a secret for half a year. Claire and Bert form another contrasting pair, the one delicately lovely, the other big and bronzed. He has an infectious friendliness, an unquenchable activity ; she, with her perfect . poise and serenity, acts as his leavener. He talks and she listens. I never appreciated that art of listening until I began to watch Claire. Now, I am thinking seriously of cultivating it. .Another elopement was that of Jacqueline Logan and Ralph Gillespie. Its suddenness was a surprise, for Jackie had known her nice young man only four weeks. But those Texas fellows never let any grass grow under their feet. Robert Edeson also stepped out one day and copped himself a bride — Senorita Aida de Martinez, of an old and aristocratic Buenos Aires family. "She is the most intelligent woman I've ever known," •our silver-haired Lothario, who has always been some thing of a sheik among the ladies, pays tribute to her charm. "And she sympathizes with me." Probably not long after this appears in print, Alma Rubens will become Mrs. Ricardo Cortez, as her marriage is scheduled for the spring or early summer. It took Rick five years to win his bride — five years uf dreaming over a girl he had seen just once, of struggling to a position on a par with hers. Another fair charmer to whom he was attentive evidently did not solace him, for their rumored engagement never reached the announcement stage. He first glimpsed the languorous Alma looking at a display in a shop window across the street from St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York. Though she didn't know it, and probably would have withered him with one superbly cool glance had she even seen him, he immediately presented her his heart. Her pale face, illumined with those dark eyes that are like black wells in the magnolia pallor of her skin, intrigued him, haunted him. The very thought of winning her seemed an impossible dream, but it has come true. Their love affair was an ardent one. At first, Alma was very indifferent, but at their third meeting Rick made a favorable impression on her, and soon afterward he quite swept her off her feet. Theirs is that stirring, gorgeous emotion found only in souls capable of deep feeling and its frank expression. Even before a Hollywood candid enough to scoff at times at its own apple sauce, they successfully maintain an illusion of the unusual about their romance. Dan Cupid, having engineered all these nuptial ceremonies, evidently did not consider himself entitled to a vacation, for the crop of new romances indicates that he has not had an idle moment. I fancy that the despair of his life is Marguerite de la Motte. For several years, John Bowers has wooed the charming Peggy, only to be put off with an evasive "Maybe." Like the ivy, this romance is a hardy perennial, but never seems to reach the goal toward which it gently progresses. However, he is a faithful and a tenacious young man and quite likely will have his long siege rewarded this year. Another Marguerite, of the Snow family — once the wife of Jimmy Cruze — has announced her engagement to the comedian, Neely Edwards. Though these are the only actual admissions of heart attack, certain other couples are so often seen together, and are so devoted, that Hollywood would not be at all surprised if bells soon rang out their mating. Constance Talmadge seems to have settled down to the escortship — or is it courtship? — of "Buster" Collier. May McAvov and Bobby Agnew always go to parties together, and they do make the cutest couple — so naively young, so sweet, that you want to cuddle them both to your heart, bless them, and beg them to hurry and get married so that you can present them with a wee doll's house to live in. The priestess of the Charleston. Kathleen Clifford, most likely will marry M. P. Mitch, a banker. Ethel Shannon's usual escort is Joe Jackson, publicist. Eleanor Boardman's is King Vidor, and Mae Busch almost admits her engagement to a nonprofessional. Michael Arlen has been very attentive to Bebe Daniels, leading one to muse upon a possible romance. George O'Brien, who squired Dorothy Mackaill a while ago, is now rushing the diminutive brunette, Olive Borden, while Dorothy calls Johnny Harron "the dearest boy" and seems pleased with his attentions. Of all the swains with whose names Patsy Ruth Miller's has been momentarily linked this past year — and they represent a choice selection of the scions of wealth Continued on page 100