Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1927)

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27 Medley sojourning in New York, fessional and social activities. St. John-Brenon '"Somehow," he said, "if Jack had only been able to talk to me, to tell me of his sorrow, I might have helped him. But, alas, he could not speak. I'd pat him on the back occasionally, and could see that it touched him. Of late, I knew he was a trifle snappy, but I judged that, like the rest of us, his bark was worse than his bite." Jack, to those who really knew him, was really a simple fellow, and his wants were few. The public demonstrations he received meant little to him, and his most prized possession was an elaborate collar, presented to him by a nabob of Kamchatka, whither he had once worked his way on a cattle boat. No one knew where Jack had come from, and he had no ties, despite his charming way of walking right into the hearts of those who met him. There was no will, and the funeral was strictly private. The only visible sign that is left to posterity is the simple epitaph placed by a stranger in the country graveyard where he is buried : "Here lies Jack Gilbert, a pal, a regular fellow, the noblest little Scotch terrier that ever wagged a tail." Another Texan Beauty Heard From. Before Adrienne Truex left Hollywood, her mother wired her from Texas, "Remember, New York is a wicked place. Don't forget to say your prayers." Little Miss Truex laughed merrily at the thought. So did her sister, Jane, just after they arrived from California, whence Adrienne had come at Robert Kane's behest for a leading role in "Dance Magic." They laughed about the admonition for, as they explained, they had been living alone in Hollywood for three years, chaperoned only by their brother, and they felt that after being on their own for all those years, they had a pretty fair notion of taking care of themselves anywhere at any time. Probably you are wondering who under the sun is Adrienne Truex in the great motion picture scheme of things. You've never heard her name, of course, and possibly you've never even seen her, unless your eyes are sharp and have caught glimpses of her doing bits in Warner pictures during the past two years. She Mary Duncan has left the dramatic stage to join the Hollywood colony, at the insistence Of FOX. F^Vacdamm Photo by'Apeda Pauline Starke joined the free lancers most auspiciously by coming to New York to play the lead in the only picture being made there. has an interesting face, large bluegray eyes, and a winning and genuine smile. One day, in the Warner studio, Bennie Zeidman had a test taken of her; when he came East he brought it with him. That was the end of it, so far as Adrienne knew, and she went on playing bits to her heart's content. For she is one of the girls who, once they get their first job, have no difficulty in getting others. Then a wire came, bidding her pack her things and proceed Eastward the following day, prepared to act before the camera upon arrival. Sister Jane, who also dabbles in pictures, came along, too. "Or else," says Adrienne, "I never could have come at all. The loneliness would have scared me to death. But together it's the greatest fun in the world." The three Truexes had been sharing a bungalow in Hollywood since Mrs. Truex, three years ago, tucked her family under her arm and sallied forth from Texas into the land of sunshine for a holiday. When it was time to go Continued on page 111