Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1926)

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The Princess of Pep Her real name is Constance Talmadge, and in living up to the foregoing title, she is without a rival in Hollywood. SK Hollywood for a vertical word of six letters meaning pep, and in variably the answer is, "Connie." For Constance Talmadge is the champion goer of the picture colony. One sees her everywhere, and always as a splash of color. From the top of her yellow bob to the tips of her restless feet, she vibrates the color of youth, of perennial youth and effervescence. Her spontaneity, the keynote of her personality, makes her perhaps the most popular girl in Hollywood. She runs on high voltage, as though animated by an invisible dynamo. Her endurance never seems strained nor suggests effort. She doesn't search for fun ; rather, she carries it with her, and it trails her. Unlike other bottles of pep that have entertained Hollywood, she has not become tired and blase — her freshness blooms ever new. Her voice, like spun crystal, is always gay with raillery ; her life seems perpetually shot with sunlight, because that is what she gives to it. Seeking to pry into the machinery, to discover the secret oiling of the gears that keeps them from rusting, one is disconcerted. "How do I keep up my pep?" she laughs. "I don't. My pep keeps me up." There's her secret : she has an energy born within her which is seemingly inexhaustible. As long as she can remember, she has been conspicuously peppy. Possessing a healthy body, an inquisitive mind, and )-outh's willingness to be thrilled, her difficulty lies in utilizing the energetic force with which nature has endowed her. Whether on the bridle path, the golf links, the tennis court, behind the wheel of her low-slung roadster, in the gym, surf, pool, or at parties, she isn't ready for action. She is ahead of it, waiting for it to catch up. She "rests" by taking long hikes. Putting her whole heart and soul into whatever she is at the moment doing, she gives her complete attention to it. No sightseeing tour of life is Connie's ; no time has she for rambles and quiet contemplation ; with gears locked into The photographer must high, she voyages have had a hard time the road blithely, keeping Constance still routing the cops lonS enough to take of weariness and this picture. By Caroline Bell