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Behind the Silver Screen
Intimate observations, along a humorous line, from the side of the movies that few of us are privileged to see.
By Jack Malone illustrated by lu; TrUgo
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HEN one of our younger actors was recentlypromoted to stardom, he immediately dolled up his dressing room with new curtains and some comfortable chairs, and had some fine old portraits hung on the walls. Jean Hersholt dropped in one day to see the transformation. He immediately spotted the portraits and, pointing to one, he said, "Gee, that picture looks like an old friend of mine."
"Zat so?" inquired the owner. "Yas," replied Jean, opening the door for a quick get-away, "only they framed him first and hung him afterward."
And the young actor is still scratching his head.
I am going to organize a club for the protection of mere males in the film industry. The ladies are branching forth in their own productions of late, and we men must band together.
June Mathis produced "A Viennese Medley ;" Frances Marion did "Simon the Jester;" Jeanie Macpherson has become
supervising director of the De Mille productions ; Mrs. Wallace Reid is still active as an independent producer ; and Lois Weber has been signed as a director by Universal.
As I said, we must band together, but in the meantime— "To the ladies !"
There are still some people who believe that motionpicture producers will soon desert California for Florida — but most of us aren't worrying. Press agents sur
round us on all sides in Hollywood — and we sniff pressagent ink on that one.
It is true that many members of the film colony have succumbed to the lure of buying land in Florida — and some of them have added considerably to their fortunes.
There is a tale told of one of our handsome heroes, wbose name we can't mention, who took a flyer in Florida real estate. He is noted for shrewd and canny and conservative investments, so we were all surprised when he suddenly left for Miami.
When he arrived, he literally fell over real-estate venders, and finally invested .five thousand dollars in a lot. He paid cash for the same, and demanded an early delivery of the title. When his certificate of title arrived, he called up the salesman and told him he wanted to take a look at his property.
When they arrived at the subdivision, the salesman enthusiastically pointed out across the water and said, "See that buoy out there — well, that's where your lot is.
"Why, you didn't tell me my lot was submerged," an.swered the actor. The salesman hastily explained that it was just temporarily submerged — that the whole section was to be filled and his lot would promptly rise high and dry. The actor became very solemn. "I won't stand for that," he said gravely. "I want my lot to stay under the water. And let me tell you one thing — this is my property, and if you put one square foot of dirt on my lot — I'll sue the company."
He was firm in his ultimatum, and two days later the company bought the lot back from him for twelve thousand dollars — and he told us the other day that he had