Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1926 - Feb 1927)

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45 All You Hear stars are what is known as "upstage," through personal association with these tales that he, like you, had heard. H. McKegg His bungalow on the United lot was fit for any one to live in. My second morning there found me seated at Rudy's own desk in his elaborately furnished drawing-room. I like running risks, and had brought with me a book to read in case I got fed up with my work. It was Dante's "Inferno," and I was so absorbed in the tragic love story of Francesca and Paolo, that I really had dropped work for a while and was reading. A little before eleven o'clock, I was learning by heart Francesca's poignant reply to Virgil. Rudy's secretary was in her own office across the hallway, so I felt secure from detection. I was repeating "Nessun maggior dolore" half aloud when Valentino himself entered. Oh, inferno! Besides sitting at the gentleman's own desk, I was reading instead of doing the work I was supposed to be doing. "Stay there — don't let me disturb you," Rudy remarked, as I guiltily started up. He saw what I had been reading. "Ah, good old Dante ! The first college I went to was called Dante Alighieri. Don't you find parts of the 'Inferno' rather depressing?" "On the contrary," I replied. "Such reading stimulates me. It banishes all bete noires from my mind. Take another dose of the ailment that ails you — that philosophy has Jpta name that I forget." "Indeed," smiled the Sheik. "Cure a dead man by shooting him — is that the idea? I don't comprehend." But his friend Mario Carillo entered just then and interrupted further explanations. He drove away with Valentino in the latter's glittering IsottoFranchini. To-day I speak thus of the great lover "What? Valentino upstage? Bosh! Why, Ronald Colman is quiet about the studios, and so was falsely accused of being "high hat." b' Because Jetta Goudal was reserved and kept to herself, she was criticized. I did some work for him once and I know. Why, he is politeness personified, and a perfect gentleman." I first met Jetta Goudal when she came from New York to play in "Open All Night." I was, at that time, a comparative nonentity. There •3 was no reason why Goudal " should be pleasant to me. But she was, when many were not ! One day I bewailed to her the false impression you create if you are inclined to he reserved. "Yes, that is so," she said. "I go along my own little way and mind my own business. Yet if you do keep to yourself, you get talked about for doing so. Therefore," she laughed, "what must you do?" The studio costumers, I think, are to blame for attaching temperament to Goudal's name. They are wrong. Frances Marion, that clever, understanding Continued on page 98