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An American Gentleman
Tony Moreno, born a Spaniard, has become, in every sense, a United States citizen.
By Margaret Reid
HE was born in Algeciras — pronounced quite differently — a tiny hill town in the south of Spain, was reared to be a priest, and grew into an excellent movie actor. He now has a charming wife and many pesetas, and has hoisted the Stars and Stripes on a mansion to which Hollywood points with pride — his home.
If, at some unfortunate dinner, Antonio Moreno were to be cursed with one of those garrulous hostesses we all shudder away from, she would love to present him in some such manner as the foregoing, for seldom are guests so accommodating in the matter of biography. If, however, she were as endowed with charm as is his aforementioned wife, she would probably whisper to the breathless lady guests, "He is handsome and utterly delightful, but I beg of you not to let it be seen that you think so, for that would terrorize him." While I know his host would say, "You must meet this Moreno. He's a prince." All of which definitely excludes him from the sheik class, and makes him that admirable thing— a good scout.
Perhaps it will hurt to know that our choicest fiery Spaniard is more interested in American business than in American women — other than the twice-mentioned wife — • prefers horses to cafes, and progress to passion. I have a gnawing belief that he can't even play a guitar.
"Spain," he says, "is still dear to me, of course. It is the country of my birth, and is bound up in memories and in beauty — for you've no idea how beautiful a country it is. My mother is there, and as long as she lives, part of me still remains in Algeciras. But, for the rest
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Moreno's long absence abroad, during the making of Rex Ingram's "Mare Nostrum," has kept him from appearing in many new productions of late. Hs will soon be seen, as he appears above, in the Rex Ingram film, and also, as shown in the picture on the left, in "Beverly of Graustark," with Marion Davies.
— America is my own land. I adore it ! I love its ideas and ideals. I love the bustle, the business, the feeling of continually going forward. I am not a Spaniard in temperament. Their ways are slow and soft and dreamy, while I go crazy without always something to do — something to be accomplished — no matter how little."
We were talking in the dim blue light on the edge of the set where he was working opposite Marion Davies in "Beverly of Graustark" — his first picture since the European filming of "Mare Nostrum." In his trim, green uniform, his close mustache topping a flashingsmile, he assured me, with the most Latin vehemence, that he was a real Yankee — he looked as thoroughly American as a still-life study of King Victor Emanuel's crown on the Spanish flag. But. one does not say so when a pair of very superior black eyes insist on one's assent.
Moreno's is the enduring handsomeness of regular, rugged features, and a candid gaze. He has a quick, contagious laugh that will forever brand him foreign. Have you noticed the sort of laugh — usually in people Continued on page 96