Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1927 - Feb 1928)

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57 Life is so short," says Connie. "We must all dance and Laugh while ive can, because presently we shan't be able to do it any more." For To-morrow We Die Constance Talmadge, gay and laughing, lives life to its very fullest, squeezing all the joy she can out of each fleeting moment, for she realizes in her heart of hearts how quickly youth and romance pass, and looks almost with fear into the uncertain future. By Helen Louise Walker CONSTANCE TALMADGE'S apartment was a litter of trunks and bags and boxes. Fluffy dresses, sheer lingerie, little satin shoes, were piled and scattered about the room. For Connie was going to Europe. T stepped over things and around things and arrived at a large chair in the exact center of the confusion. I sat down. There was a startled, plaintive wail from underneath, and I got up hastily to discover that I had plumped myself on one of those weird, twisted dolls, all gold lace and taffeta, with long, sinuous legs and a knowing smile. She — or it — had voiced annoyance in a most human-sounding squeak. Connie came in as I picked up the gangling, absurd