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Pippa Passes in the Sun
Jane Winton has borrowed from Browning's Pippa the gift of scattering* happiness wherever she passes.
By Caroline Bell
PIPPA passes — curling life into her pink palms with eager finger tips, skillfully sifting from its unpleasant chaff its golden gleanings and spilling them all about her in a shower of sunlit humor.
What a joy, to have the gift for making life a continuous holiday, for dancing alwavs in the sunlight and trailing its glow, as our Pippa does, with a scornful back turned toward the shadows of commonplace existence !
She .shouldn't have been demurely named Mary Jane, this Winton once of the "Follies" and now of the films. I have been captivated by her personality,.. as. you may realize if you read further. And with the license of one who says what she thinks because people hardly ever give a rap for her opinion anyhow, I. have privately, and herewith do so publicly, dubbed herPippa. .. . . :',
It occurs to me that she may not know who Pippa is, for she is concerned, now with the glamorous work that she adores and with such frivolities as smart gowns, dancing, and collecting odd-shaped perfume, bottles. But she may recall the tomes she pored over at Darlington Seminary, in preparation for Bryn Mawrj and Browning's Pippa may dance out of her memory to show her herself as reflected in my eyes.
A few seasons ago there was a number in the "Follies," or some such extravaganza— like my metaphors, I'm likely to get these girlygirly ' shows m i x e d — in which young buds climbed rose-garlanded ladders. So our Pippa has ascended the steps from boarding school and little, damp, ugly villages to gorgeous ballets and the beauty-garbed "Follies," always with a gay, glad laugh at life, until now she has entered moviedom.
I am writing about Jane Winton because I want to. Having seen her in only one film, I lack sufficient knowledge of her work to venture either approval or criticism. And I don't care whether she can act or not.
jane introduces a new note in a walking stick that unfolds itself into a chair, and now she can take her ease along Hollywood Boulevard.
Pink muslin and puff sleeves transform the vivacious Jane into an old-fashioned girl of the late '90s in "Across the Pacific."
I like her. She is amusing, entertaining, vivacious, with a naturalness not usual to the "Follies" girls. Besides, she differs from the average Folly who is a neatly chiseled, exquisitely and artificially posed young thing with a manner. It's hardly describable — but it is distinctive, the "Follies" manner. It's a highly polished surface applied over a rather crude gem. It includes carriage— a languid, haughty walk — a flair for wearing clothes, a studied voice which presumes to be a tone of culture. In short, the Folly flashes her goods before you and. a little bored, permits you to stare.
Not Pippa. She wrinkles an Irish nose and wails that she's got mascara in her eyes, and flirts her thoughts all about her in a retreshinglv merry spray of spirit. Continued on page 114