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Over the Teacups
Photo by Melhourne Spurr
Lois Wilson's greatest joy is making old friends say, "I'm surprised ac you." And they certainly are when they see her do the Charleston.
three men got into fights with people who jostled them. There were lots of sunlight arcs, motion-picture cameras catching views of the celebrities as they arrived, and news photographers perched on ledges snapping photos. And after the picture a man with all the aplomb of a ringmaster introduced Millard Webb, the director, as a spotlight was flashed on him.
"It was awfully interesting to sit next to May and see how many girls came up to speak to her and congratulate her on her work. She was sweet and gracious to all of them, though it did make her feel awfully conspicuous. One of the ushers at Warner's simply adores May and it was she who tipped every one off to where she was sitting.
"That gave May a taste of what Irene Rich suffered when she was here. Irene was such a martyr to the cause of satisfy
Photo by Maillard Kessiere
ing the public's curiosity that she made personal appearances in connection with 'Lady Windermere's Fan.' She even stood in the foyer of the theater and shook hands with hundreds of people, and all but got smothered in the rush. After two weeks of it she had a nervous breakdown and had to be sent back to Hollywood in the care of a nurse.
"Monte Blue was brought on to fill the rest of her personal-appearance engagements. He is a big, strong man and should be able to stand anything, but I noticed that he flinched when the crowd descended on him and all but tore him limb from limb.
"Something amusing happened one afternoon when Irene was appearing at the theater. Something tragic, too, but I'll tell the pleasant part first. As Irene walked out to the foyer to start the daily hand shaking, I noticed a stunning girl in the back of the crowd, applauding vociferously. The crowd pushed and shoved her and never noticed that it was Alice Joyce. 'Never mind, little girl,' I consoled her, 'I'll see that you don't go home without some memento of the occasion.' Then I dived through the crowd, grabbed a colored photograph of Irene — probably from the resisting hands of some nice old lady — and presented it to Alice.
"The oddest part of that was that later when I told Irene about it she exclaimed, 'Alice Joyce standing by while people made a fuss over me! And she has got almost every part that
I really wanted to play in the last six months !' That's irony for you."
"But what was the tragic episode ?" I reminded her, always a glutton for suffering when people are well paid for it.
"Oh, that; in her speech from the stage Irene asked the audience to tell her what sort of parts they preferred to have her play — the usual crying, neglected wife or sirens like Mrs. Erlynne, who are anything but neglected. She really gave them their cue by (saying that she enjoyed doing the latter much more. And then they went and told her that they preferred the door-mat type. And since Irene had promised them she would abide by their
A martyr to personal appearances these many months, little Ann Dale is at last coming back to making pictures.