Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1928 - Feb 1929)

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108 Advertising Section 5W The Brand of a Good Book Chelsea House Popular Copyrights The biggest and fastest selling line of cloth-covered books. Ask your druggist — your bookseller to show you any of these latest titles. There's something doing all the while in a "CH" book. These books which have never before been published were written for men who love the sweep of the great West, the mysteries of big cities, the conquest of man over his environment. THE QUICK-DRAW KID THE "GOLDEN DOLPHIN" "LOOKOUT" LARAMIE THE TUNNEL TO DOOM George Gilbert Joseph Montague Paul Bailey Roy W. Hinds THE VALLEY OF THE MONQUIS Arthur Preston THE BLACK SANDER Loring Brent GUN GENTLEMEN David Manning BLUNDELL'S LAST GUEST Albert Payson Terhune THORNTON THE WOLFER George Gilbert THE COASTS OF ADVENTURE James Graham OL' JIM BRIDGER Joseph Montague THE SLEEPING COP Isabel Ostrander and Christopher B. Booth THE BAYOU SHRINE Perley Poore Sheehan THE SILVER SKULL George C. Shedd THE TRAP AT COMANCHE BEND David Manning HIDDEN OUT Howard Fielding YOUNG LIGHTNING Charles Wesley Sanders THE GLORIOUS PIRATE James Graham SCHEMED AT SANDY BAR George Gilbert THE HOUSE OF DISAPPEARANCES Chester K. Steele ISLAND RANCH Thomas K. Holmes STRANGE TIMBER Joseph Montague THE FLYING COYOTES Raymond S. Spears THE THUNDERBOLT'S JEST Johnston McCulley THE MUSTANG HERDER David Manning MUTINY Frederick R. Bechdolt 75c Per Copy fllELSEA HOUSE «*TUBLHi0g 79-89 SEVENTH AVE. NEW YORK CITY What Price Good Nature Continued from page 67 property damage, and brought poor Colleen the knowledge that a star cannot obey her impulses in the mat•ter of making friendly visits. The people who seek to meet and talk to actors are not always motivated by mere hero worship. As often as not, they have some private ax to grind. They want to sell something, or make use of the stars' names for some purpose of their own. Perhaps they want to get into the movies. Or maybe they merely want to borrow money. Richard Dix, who has the reputation of being one of the best-natured chaps in Hollywood, is a constant target for people who are aware of his inability to say "No!" His loans to temporary, or permanent, down-andouters make serious inroads upon his income every week. But even Richard's good nature almost deserted him once, when he was asked for money twenty-seven times sin one day! Ramon Novarro made a personal appearance at some function in New York. The crowd descended upon him afterward and nearly tore his clothes from his body in their efforts to touch him, to secure a button or a scrap of his coat as souvenirs. Five men in the crowd finally rescued him by massing themselves about him, and whisking him into their car. Ramon, bruised and tattered, was grateful to his new friends, and said so. But the worst was not yet. Having rescued him and thus got the lion to themselves, the five insisted that he have dinner in the apartment of one of them. Ramon, still striving to be a good fellow, was forced to assent, and they proceeded from that apartment to another in a sort of progression of festivities, each host doubtlessly wishing to be able to tell his friends that he had entertained Ramon Novarro. Any move to go home on the part of the tired, bedraggled actor was met with protests, which threatened to become sulky. "We're your friends, old boy ! Didn't we get you out of that mob? You're not going to let us down !" So poor Ramon went on for hours and hours being a good chap and avoiding his admirers' disappointment. Eventually, however, weariness won, and Ramon, seeing no indication that things would not go on like this all night, hopped out of a window, fled down a fire escape, jumped into a taxi and made his escape. No doubt his five rescuers were very much annoyed with him. There was the time a man approached Jack Holt when he was eating in a restaurant, touched him on the shoulder and said; "I wonder if you would mind moving your table around a bit, old chap. My wife can't see what you are eating !" And the time a lady, watching Adolphe Menjou in a love scene on the set, bleated loudly to her daughter, "Wouldn't it be wonderful, my dear, if Mr. Menjou were to say sweet things like that to you?" Well! Even the perfect Menjou poise was not quite equal to that occasion. And Adolphe, after one look at the candidate for his sweet murmurings, retired to his dressing room in quite a state of nerves and blushes. And an excited admirer approached Jack Mulhall in the lobby of his hotel in San Francisco, where he was on a location trip, and presented to him a mother dog and a large litter of wriggling puppies. Jack thanked him with helpless effusion. These things may sound funny to you. But that is because they don't happen to you. The fact is, that those portions of the public who manage to meet a player, can hold his popularity over him as a sort of club. If he doesn't do what they want him to do, if he is not always gracious and obliging and cordial, they can spread unpleasant reports about him. And enough unpleasant reports tell, eventually, in the box office. A star must wear his "company manners" at all times. SUPPER'S ON THE DOT Sometimes nights when I come home Hungry as can be, I have to wait an awful time For supper, seems to me. Mother's got so much to do, Taking care of us, And doing all the housework, too. We don't dast make a fuss. But Friday nights I'm always glad When I get out of school ; I'm never late in getting home, I'd scarce be such a fool. That night we see the movie show I like that — sure — a lot. But something else I like as well : Our supper's on the dot ! — A. B. Crisman.