Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1926 - Feb 1927)

The Sketchbook 3L friends that she was going away for a few weeks. What she really did, was to get a specialist to fix up her profile, and now you ought to see it. Not that I'm trying to dig up business for the facial artists, but Duane's nose is really a beautiful job. And is she proud of it? Just write her a fan letter. Estelle Settles Some Questions. I asked Estelle Taylor, "Is it true that you don't want Jack to fight any more ?" and, being a clever girl, she caught on right away that I referred to her husband, Jack Dempsey, and answered, "No. I'm awfully glad you brought that up. It gives me a chance to explain my real feeling. I have been misquoted so much. You see, several people who didn't like it when I married Jack started the report that I was going to force him to give up the ring. Which is the last thing in the world I would ask of him. I have my career, so why shouldn't he have his ? What I did say was, that I wouldn't want to watch Jack fight. I couldn't stand that. I'll be in the town where he fights on Labor Day, boosting him all I can, but I won't be at the ring side." So, in case you are one of those who thought Estelle didn't want Jack to fight, that ought to clear that up. Estelle had invited me to the Montmartre to luncheon, and there we sat, dallying over green salads and iced drinks. Estelle wore red. I mean red. All red. With her black hair and white skin in mind, you can imagine what I mean to say. The waiters had to cough twice at any of the men patrons in the place whenever they wanted to get their attention. "Another thing that has been annoying," went on Estelle, who is as candid as she is beautiful, "is the idea some people have that I want to make capital, in a publicity way, of my marriage. I'm so sincere about that, that I won't allow my press agent to take any more pictures of Jack and me together. Before I married, I was Estelle Taylor, with a little bit of standing of my own, and then, when I married Jack, I seemed to be swallowed up in his reflected glory. Several producers wanted to bill me in their casts as fMrs. Dempsey.' I wouldn't stand for that. So I didn't work for a while." But Estelle casts too enchanting a shadow on the screen to remain long away, and John Barrymore, who doesn't need Dempsey's name to bolster his films, drafted her for his "Don Juan" cast. The advance notices on that film gave her honors with the star, one writer even going so far as to say it was really her personal triumph. After "Don Juan" is released, Estelle need have no fear of being labeled "Mrs. Dempsey." Producers will be only too glad to get Miss Taylor's signature to a contract. Jobyna Steps Forth. Jobyna Ralston was hostess at the Montmartre recently, and presented the dancing trophy to Harold Lloyd's sister-in-law, which is certainly keeping things in the official family. Speaking of Jobyna, she gets lovelier every day, and every one is predicting a very rosy future for her, now that she is on the verge of free-lancing. Her salary has jumped to four figures, and William K. Howard, who directed her in "Gigolo," with Rod La Rocque, says Photo by Hartsook Duane Thompson has a new nose — see above — though no one had noticed anything wrong with her old one. she has the brightest future of any two girls on the screen. Considering that Mr. Howard isn't usually given to such extravagant praise, that's a mighty nice compliment ! Hints to Housewives. The things that make the players' homes distinctive and out of the ordinary are not the things that cost the most money. The secret lies in little personal touches. For a few outstanding examples : Norma Shearer throws a bright shawl over the grilled railing of the stairs. Eleanor Boardman has a parchment lamp shade made of an old English will that she found in an art store. Lilyan Tashman's library table features odd-shaped, vivid boxes of exotic candies. In place of one silver frame on a table, Kathleen Clifford uses eight or ten, the frames graduating in size. Each little fad bespeaks the individuality of the owner. "All God's Chillun Got Shoes." King Vidor sings negro spirituals in a manner that would make Roland Hayes look carefully to his tenor Cs. The Texas Mr. Vidor, who is leading the parade of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's big directors, has a wonderfully sweet tone. His voice is uncultivated, but as smooth and unstrained as a professional's. [Continued on page 112]