Picture Show (May-Oct 1920)

Picture Show, August 21st, 1920. JANE NOVAK The Wonderful Ocreen rcss Who Is Also a Home Woman. JANE NOVAK has boon described as one of the most beautiful actresses on the screen. And quite rightly, too, for who has seen her on tho film and not admired her wonderful beauty ? She has played wonderful roles with Hobart Bosworth, Wat. S. Hurt, Earlo Williams, and others, to say nothing Of leading in the all-star cast of " Eyes of the World." Miss Novak was born in St. Louis, and received her education at the Notre Dame convent near her birthplace. From the time she was twelve years old she has been making public appearances in various branches of the amusement world, but always with the silent drama as her ult imate goal. Now she is one of the best-loved characters in the film world. But the Jane of the screen cannot compare with the Jane Novak of home life. She is a real homo woman. For although she is still very young she is a wife, and the mother of a wonderful baby — Virginia Rita Newberg. Her main interest is her borne, her side line — a picture star. Jane lives in Hollywood, in a lovely bungalow that is snow-white both within and without Jane bag the bluest of eyes and blonde hair, and is exactly 5 ft. 7 in. in height. Here yon see her as she appears in " Road? of Destiny." <> charming study of Jbne with her delightful baby girl, Virginia Rita Newberg. In a scene in " The Temple of Dusk," in which JANE NOVAE stars with SESSUE HAYAEAWA. 21 FILM FUN. The Cause, WHAT havo 1 done ? " demands tho scrcon hero. ' What havo 1 done to offend you ? " " Nothing," she answers in a strange voice. ' Then, why this audden change Last night I loft you with my kisses warm upon your lips and your eyes dim with tears at our parting. And now — good heavens ! — now you greet mo as an utter stranger, with distant glance and formal words. What does it mean 1 " Alas, I cannot tell you ! " But you must — you shall ! Such a passion ns mine is not to be trifled with. Ah, I have it ! There is but one explanation of your conduct — you love another ! '• How cruel you are ! " she sobs. " Have you no more feeling than to talk to me like this ?" " She does not deny it ! " he shouts in a frenzy of jealousy. " She cannot deny it ! " " Alonzo ! I swear to you " " Bah ! "■ — he snaps his fingers — " that for your oath. Tell me who he is that I may grind him to a powder ! " But suddenly her aspect changes. Tears givo way to wounded pride. She rises to her feet and points to the door. " Go ! " she exclaims with dignity. I; You have insulted me enough." Without a word he leaves her. Left alone, the woman's feelings once more overcome her, and she tlirows herself down in a torrent of grief. "He is gone!" she sobs, " gon? for ever! Bitterly am I punished for my moments' weakness. But never, never again, as long as I live, will I eat onions ! " — — Studio Gossip. She : " She told me you told her that secret I told you not to tell her." He : " The mean thing ! I told her not to tell you I had told her." She : " I promised I wouldn't tell you she told me, so don't tell her I did." Blaming the Glass. " ■ ■ 'HEY don't make mirrors as good as they 1 used to," remarked the faded picture actress, as she observed a pair of sunken eyes, wrinkled face, and livid complexion a9 she looked into the glass. The Difference. Studio Manager : " My goodness, your face does look bad ! " Disfigured Screen Hero : " Yes, my wife threw some roses at me yesterday." Studio Manager : " But roses didn't do that ? " Disfigured Screen Hero : " No, but the vase they were in, did ! " He Turned Pale. Film Artiste : " Harold, I want to see that letter ! " Husband : " What letter, dear ? " Film Artiste : ''That one you just opened. I know by the handwriting it is from a woman, and you turned pale when you read it. Hand it to me, please." Husband : " Here it is, dear. It is from your dressmaker." — *♦ — Cutting. " My love, we must get rid of that cook," said the producer. " Did you ever see a Worse' looking chop than the one I've just put on my plate ? " " Yes, dear," replied his sweet wife ; " the one you've just put on mine ! " Her Way. He : " Have you made up your mind to stay in i" She : " No ; I've made up my face to go out." — ♦-♦ — Artful. Pretty Star : " No, I can never be your wife." The Man : " What ? Am I never to be known as the husband of the beautiful Mrs. Smith ? " She succumbed.