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By Dorothy Manners
pie round about Hollywood, lightly close association with the film colony.
you can set her down as the most distinctive woman in Hollywood. The only thing' more amazing than a movie star without a motor, is a man without a country. (Not the Fox version.)
Norma.
Shearer. Not Talmadge.
Here are a few phrases about her, though there is really nothing new to say — so much has already been said of her charm, her exquisiteness, her ability. Helen Klumph said the last word when she advised the world to "call her April."
Sometimes, I think she is the best little trouper in pictures. I thought so after I saw "The Snob" and "His Secretary." Other times, she leaves me colder than a hot-water tap in a boarding house. Direction may have something to do with that. Or maybe it is Norma herself. Perhaps she is more in sympathy with certain roles than with others, and can give them more.
The other day, I called on her in her home. She had just come in, and still had her hat on. She dresses, for the street, in severe mannish things, rather startling against the feminine' background of her living room. Behind her, a bright shawl hung over a banister, and the
Unlike other movie stars, Mary Philbin has never owned a motor car.
Photo by Melbourne Spurr
Photo by Witzel
Norma Shearer is crazy to have a big opening for one of her pictures.
four o'clock sun peeked politely through draped windows.
"I am a little late," said Miss Shearer, smilingly, crisply.
"And I am a little early," I apologized.
She summoned a Filipino and ordered tea. For the second time in my life, I was a little ill at ease during an interview. I don't know why. There is nothing in Norma's manner that is consciously disconcerting. We sat down on a divan, comfortably, and I confessed my nervousness.
"Now," laughed Norma, "isn't that odd? It is I, not you, who should be nervous. That is the strangest thing. It never occurred to me that a writer might be nervous during a talk. We" — pointing to herself and embracing the entire acting profession — "are the ones to be ill at ease, because we are on exhibition."
As a matter of fact, I cannot imagine. Norma ever being at a loss in any situation. She is as poised as a princess.
While we sipped tea, she told me random things that occurred to her about New York — she had only recently returned from there. The plays, for the most part, were vulgar, each one trying to outdo the others in suggestiveness. For that reason, few of them offered suitable screen material. Certainly, there were none that she would care to do in pictures. Her plans for her next couple of films were rather vague.
I mentioned that Lubitsch had sat just behind me at