Picture-Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1926)

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58 The Sketchbook Ph. to by Witzel Edmund Lowe takes life with a grain of salt and a sense of humor. the showing of "The Devil's Circus" at The Writers' Club, and that he had been wonderfully enthusiastic. . Norma said, "How nice. Those foreigners are so naive. They are like little children in their enthusiasms and their dislikes. Mr. Christianson, who directed .it,' is Swedish, you know. He is like a boy in his reactions. Foreigners make us seem so poised and stodgy." Returning to the subject of the picture itself, she seemed a little doubtful as to how it would be received in general. The reviews had been pro and con. But it was something different, at least. That is, for her. "I'm crazy to have a big opening for one of my. pictures — one of those searchlight, spotlight affairs, where they ballyhoo every one's name." She laughed. "That's the ambition of my life right now. It seems like every one has had an opening but me. Look at Jack Gilbert. Three of them" — with awe in her voice — "three in a row ! It doesn't seem fair. Even when I do have even just a little bit of an opening, something happens to ruin it. "They had 'The Devil's Circus' premiere at Loew's State_ on the day that I got in from New York, and they invited me to be present at the first showing. I got all excited about it, until I learned that everybody in town was going up to the Million Dollar to see Colleen Moore's premiere of 'Irene.' I actually cried. I thought, "Here I work just as hard on my picture as Miss Moore does on hers, and then everybody goes to see 'Irene.' But Til have one yet," she promised her self laughingly, "and when every one dashes up to tell me how good I am, I am going to get all conceited, and not be a bit nice and modest like jack is." There isn't really much danger of her getting conceited, though, because if Norma were going to get conceited about nice things that were said to her, it would have happened long ago, when certain broad-browed boys hailed her as the white hope of the screen. She seems quite too sane, too balanced, for anything like that. Eddie, Just Himself. When Eddie Lowe told me he was going to play Sergeant Quirt in "What Price Glory," I thought, "No, can that be?" and I hadn't any more than finished thinking it when I thought again, "Don't be a one-track mind, girlie; it not only can, but will be. And well done, into the bargain." You see, that is what comes of knowing actors personally. You get their selves all mixed up with their work, and lose your perspective. Eddie, the cleanly chiseled, the immaculate, the faultlessly groomed, in other words, the lad whom I know well — to be cast as the uncouth, unkempt Mr. Quirt of the army ! But after all, it isn't the Eddie I know who is. going to play Sergeant Quirt. It is Edmund Lowe, the actor, who has played Shakespeare on Broadway as well as stock in Los Angeles, not to mention "The Fool" and Mrs. Glyn's "Soul Mates." Too, Mr, Quirt, as I remember him, had a large ,and hefty sense of fun, and if there is any better exponent of fantastic humor than Eddie, he has slipped me. Anita Stewart entertained at luncheon at the Montmartre recently. Photo by Melbourne Spurr