Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1926)

20 Virginia Lee Corbin is quite excited over being cofeatured with Edward Everett Horton in his first picture under his new contract with Universal. % ¥ The Vignettes of players around Holly lady of the screen, who is one of of the chroniclers of the say By Dorothy Instead of knocking me over with a feather, which would have been a feat quite possible, Virginia's press agent assisted me to the soft cushions of the car, where I sank down perfectly speechless, and I was revived only in time to partake of luncheon at the Athletic Club, wherein Virginia holds a membership. She is an awfully sweet little girl — unaffected. She is sixteen and, except for the fact that she is prettier than the average girl and that her clothes are smarter, she might be the young daughter of any one you know. Virginia was quite "hepped" over the idea that she was to be cofeatured with Edward Everett Horton in his first picture under his new contract with Universal. She was looking forward to the engagement with high glee, although she wasn't yet acquainted with the details of her role. She hoped it wouldn't be another flapper part. Although she had played dozens of them, she felt that flappers weren't quite her sort of thing. Now, in Raymond Griffith's picture, "Hands Up," she had worn feminine, flouncy things and had acted the way one does act when one wears feminine, flouncy things. That had been much nicer. But no matter what you played, contracts were a thrill in themselves. "When we signed for Mr. Horton's picture the other day," Virginia related, "an awfully funny thing happened. You know, my mother has to sign my contracts for me, and so Mr. Z , out at the studio, said, 'Virginia, I don't believe you can write. Let's see you sign your name.' And he wouldn't believe I could until I did. I felt so silly signing my name, like a THIS pleasant industry of art, nee the movies, is youth's business. From the chair holders in ex* ecutive offices down to Coogan, it is a profession of junior attainments. Irving Thalberg, that young capitalistic genius out at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, is twentysix years old, with six years of active leadership behind him. Baby Peggy, at four, drew a weekly stipend that would have staggered a bank officer, and at the age of seven, finds herself in a position to retire for life on her own earnings. But all these things considered and admitted, I must confess that I was a bit taken back when a Cunningham limousine drove up before my house the other clay and the lady who owned it leaned out to greet me. It wasn't the Cunningham limousine that startled me. You couldn't exactly say that I personally was used to Cunningham limousines, but I do recognize them as part of the natural equipment of certain other persons. The shock was the jcune fille who owned the floatingpalace. She smiled and, believe it or not, she was such a kid that she wore braces on her teeth. It was Virginia Lee Corbin. Her teeth, Virginia told me slightly apologetically, were being straightened. little kid, on a separate piece of paper." Virginia laughed. Her laugh, like a child's, comes suddenly and rather startlingly. It is short — ■ a mere appreciation for the wit of the moment. I know how that man out at Universal felt about it, though. I felt the same way when, a half hour later, Virginia-with-the-braces-on-her-teeth drove off to her appointment with the dentist. She turned and smiled shyly through the back of that gorgeous car. She's an awfully nice little girl. Teeth braces and Cunningham motors ! Allah ! It is the movies. Chatter Along the Boulevard. Peggy Hopkins Joyce has again shaken the dust of Hollywood from her chic boots. Peggy came out to make a picture, but something went wrong somewhere and the enterprise was abandoned — at least, for the time being. During her visit here, she attended a tea given by Mildred Davis Lloyd. A little nonprofessional friend of Mildred's was sitting next to me when Peggy entered the room with Adela Rogers St. Johns. Mildred's little friend didn't recognize the celebrated beauty and inquired about her. I told her it was Peggy Hopkins Joyce. "Oh, dear !" she cried. "What's the matter?"