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Photo by Eugene Robert Richee.
Alyce Mills came East to play opposite Richard Dix in his next picture.
FANNY was so engrossed in studying some little papercovered booklets that she didn't even look up when I came into the Colony and slid along beside her on the divan. One was a catalogue of a sale of chain armor; another, of a sportinggoods firm advertising shin guards, head protectors, and all the padded paraphernalia the goal keeper of a hockey team wears.
"And what, if anything, does this mean ?" I asked, when I could restrain my curiosity no longer. I figured that she might be studying up on armor so as to impress some one who was about to make a period picture — but why be so extravagant and uncommercial? As for the hockey outfit, I could see no reason for that unless she had an insane idea of trying to get Lois Wilson to appear in costume on the night when she was to drop the puck to open the final hockey games at Madison Square Garden. My guesses were wrong.
"Something drastic will have to
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be done before the next big picture opening," she began. "I don't intend to get killed in the rush to the Pickford picture. After all that happened on the night 'The Black Pirate' opened, any one who braves another crowd like that without protective armor deserves to get mauled."
"Was it as bad as all that?" I urged her on, as she leaned back and sighed reflectively. And while she held the pose of one who looks as though she thought she looked as though she were thinking, I quietly took all the marrons off the little plate of cakes in front of her. She shouldn't eat them ; they're fattening.
"It was the most appalling crowd I have ever seen," Fanny proclaimed dramatically. "All Forty-second Street was jammed, from Broadway half way to Eighth Avenue. At least two thirds of the people couldn't see anything over the heads of the crowd, and anyway, most of the stars went in a back door. But some one up front would holler, 'There goes Richard Dix,' and a lot of people would cheer, and by the time the word was passed along to the people in the rear, they would have an idea they were cheering for Adolphe Menjou.
"This star worship is an amazing thing. Imagine standing for hours with no hope of seeing
anything. They seem to get a thrill out of just being on the same street with celebrities.
"A lot of little boys were shrewd enough to go around to the stage door on Forty-third Street to wait, and when Douglas Fairbanks appeared, they gave him a clamorous welcome. A few hundred people had eluded the police guards and crowded into the lobby, and what early in the evening was a beautiful floral offering in the shape of a boat soon looked like the end of a rough night at sea.
"While the crowd outside resembled a fivealarm riot, inside all was comparatively as peaceful and gracious as a bargainday sale. Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks — I claim the distinction of being the
Marion Davies lent a note of brilliance to first nights and balls during a brief visit to New York.
Photo by Clarence S. Bull