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One of the grandest bits of natural scenery in Hollyzvood is Malcolm MacGregor in a bathing-suit. MacGregor was a member of the Yale swimming team
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A Social Survey of Hollywood's Who's Whose '
By The Tatler
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e were swapping tear-recipes at luncheon the other day, a group of stars and the Tatler. Mae Busch declared that the strains of "Home Sweet Home" could reduce her to a damp, tearful state any time. Pola Negri, somebody remarked, emoted best to Grieg's Lament. Claire Windsor declared that "Humoresque" most easily moved her to tears.
A wheezy melodion brings the tears to most of the stars, but Mae Murray, it seems, requires a six-piece orchestra. Somebody remarked cattily that Mae Murray should demand a twelve-piece orchestra and see if it wouldn't help her to act. Mae, needless to say, was not among those present. However —
The Tatler avers that the barbed-wire neck-tie undoubtedly goes to Raoul Walsh for developing the simplest method of making a star act. If we hadn't seen it ourself, we never would have believed he could do it — and with Theda Bara, of all persons !
It was down on the Fox lot, back in the old days, when Theda was vamping her way into fame and fortune. Theda was always a bit difficult to handle. She had a maddening habit of strolling in at about four p. m., and of strolling out again at about five. This particular day, she was more difficult than ever. She "didnt feel the scene," she kept saying, and she made no visible efforts to acquire the feeling.
Walsh, who was directing the picture, pleaded with her to put a little feeling into her acting. She remained listless. Then he spoke sharply to her. She answered with a pert remark. It was a hot day, and it had been a hard one. Walsh's lips tightened to a thin line. He went up to Theda, caught her by the throat and slapped her face, on both cheeks, hard! Then he threw her from him.
"Think that over tonight," said he. "And tomorrow, if you don't do exactly as I tell you, you'll get the same thing again !"
But he never needed to repeat the lesson. The next day, and every day after that while Walsh was directing, Theda was as mild as a milk shake !
Another potent tear-producer that never got into any