Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1928 - Feb 1929)

Advertising Section Reginald's Lament Continued from page 33 I asked how long he had been with Universal. "Too long," he replied. "Five years. No actor should remain with one company more than two or three years. He becomes a fixture. They regard him too much as 'home folks,' and give him the hash to eat. And, if an actor doesn't watch his work closely, he will fall into a rut. Circulation keeps up vitality. "The actor's motive in quarreling is good. He demands this aid not so much to promote himself and augment his own fame, as to give his best, and he can only accomplish that under good working circumstances." I have known Reg for four years. I know his aptitude for sports, particularly prize fighting. I knew him to be well read, and an interesting conversationalist, in a bright and breezy way. But I hadn't seen his den. The den taught me a lot of things about Reg that somehow you do not connect with him in professional or social meetings. It's an "Englishy" den. This nook has a very masculine air. On the walls are pictures of English hunting scenes. Three walls are covered with book shelves, well stocked. Was I interested in wood blocks? He had some ships for Hobart Bosworth — no ? Engravings ? In three very old books, which he had been running down for ages, we found the most exquisite and quaint old things, of perfect workmanship. For the next half hour the conversation went something like this : "Look at that detail — Rouen Cathedral — all by the eye, mind you — crazy about his bridges — this group of peasants, through the microscope you can see that each is doing something, working, talking." A cultured Reg — and Reg the sportsman. Besides flying, until he has the insurance companies in a panic, he has a flock of planes which he rents to the studios for air epics. He has his eye on young pugilists, whom he might some day back. The ring is his favorite sport, I believe, though he is an enthusiastic yachtsman. No, he isn't racing horses, though he might be, by to-morrow. He's building onto his mountain cabin, and designing another lodge farther up, and more inaccessible. To all of these activities he gives an objective energy. They are hobbies, but he tackles each in a constructive way. A healthy, husky fellow, idleness does not appeal to him. Every hour is filled. 105 with these delightful cleansing tissues . . so dainty, so economical T"\0 you realize it's extravagant to use JL/ towels for removing cold cream? Do you know old cloths are dangerous, because they rub dirt and germs back into the skin? As a matter of fact, towels— too— usually rub the cream in, instead of off. They aren't absorbent enough. Try Kleenex! It's the new way, the approved way to absorb cream, make-up, dirt from the surface of the skin. It comes in soft, snowywhite, tissue-thin sheets. You use it once, then discard it, with all the impurities that might mar the loveliness of your complexion. Beautiful actresses consider it the last word in make-up assets. Beauty experts use it in their shops and recommend it to patrons. Send right now for a generous trial package and discover the delights of Kleenex. Kleenex Kleenex Company, Lake-Michigan Building, Chicago, 111. Please send sample of Kleenex to P.P.-9 Name Address. City State Portrait of a Wow Continued from page 34 ducers, who happen into New York for a little clean fun. Dozens have been signed on what Hollywood naively calls long-term contracts. Dozens have tobogganed. The reasons have been many. Some girls have photographed disappointingly. Some did not have the patience to wait for the long-delayed break that might never have come anyway. Some attempted to drown their sorrows, and lost their figures instead. _^ The Crawford girl was different. She didn't pity herself when her career seemed eternally gripped by inertia. She failed to cave in, sag despondently, or despair. Regardless of the outlook, Joan kept up her confidence, insisted on putting her best foot forward, maintained appearances at any cost. When there was a dance, Joan was there in a new, dazzling creation, with an escort who would look well on the floor. When there was a first night Joan was present, not inconspicuously. At parties she was in demand — a demand she always supplied. She sold herself to the pic ture crowd before she was even seriously considered for the screen. This is not a simple system, nor is it to be recommended to the rank and file. For the average girl, it would prove an avenue lined with manifold difficulties. Instead of a short cut, it would be a detour. But Joan got away with it. She is not backward. Quotation marks have been noticeable, perhaps, by their absence. The answer is that Joan said nothing that was particularly memorable. She was feeling high. She was reasonably certain that she could make the grade, if given the chance. "I can do some real acting, if they'll let me," she said. "They've been dishing out some grand and glorious opportunities. Here's hoping the good work goes on !" Joan hasn't what the technical boys term beauty, perhaps, but she has almost everything else in their encyclopedia. Then, too, there is her car, her house in Beverly, her collection of dolls, and a waiting list of admirers, swains, and boy friends. Remove cold cream the right way