Screenland (Apr–Sept 1923)

from Hollywood 71 you know ! It's really quite smart ! Park Benjamin II— you can tell he comes from a really good family by his number; only ordinary people call their sons Junior now — has just passed up a banking career without a tear, in favor of the movies. Young Benjamin has a pedigree as long as his airedale dog's; he is the cousin of Mrs. Enrico Caruso, the brother of Baroness de Sain Seigene and the nephew of William Evart Benjamin. In spite of it — or could it be because of it? — young Benjamin has a nice little part in the Cosmopolitan picture, Under the Red Robe. Then there is Mrs. James Vail Converse, twin sister of Gloria Morgan (Mrs. Reginald Vanderbilt). Mrs. Converse is seeking fame in the films. So is Aileen Pringle, the daughter-in-law of Sir Charles Pringle, of Jamaica, one of the largest land-owners in the world. Oh, there's no getting around it, Lady Diana Manners has a lot to answer for besides The Glorious Adventure. Marjorie Daw Marries M arjorie Daw, the cutest little trick in Hollywood, is now Mrs. Edward Sutherland. The wedding took place at "Pickfair," the beautiful home of Douglas Fairbanks and Mrs. Fairbanks, sometimes known as Mary Pickford, before a carefully hand-picked audience. Sutherland was in the Paramount stock company for some time, but recently decided that directing was more in his line. He is now on the Chaplin directorial staff. Eddie was long a suitor of little May McAvoy's, but it was a case of too much mama spoiling the matrimonial broth, we hear. He'd Seen Mary Tatler loves this. It happened at the recent benefit performance for the National Vaudeville Association, staged at the Ambassador. Katherine MacDonald, gorgeous in a gold brocade gown, was one of the cinema lights present. Frisco, the eccentric dancer with the cigar, was a master of ceremonies. He led the erstwhile American Beauty forward and introduced her as Norma Talmadge ! Calm and undaunted, Katherine came back with," "I'm not Norma Talmadge, I'm Mary Pickford!" Whereupon Frisco backed off and replied, "Oh, no, you ain't. I've seen her!" Said *the Spider to the Fly -A. scenario editor encountered the Tatler at the Writer's Club one day. "How's everything?" queried the scribe. "I don't know everything," was the caustic response of the scenario editor. "I'm not a director !" Where Syd Comes In he world and his wife wants to know whether Charlie Chaplin is really going to marry Pola Negri or not. And everybody tries to get the information from Syd Chaplin, Charlie's brother. But Syd won't say. "I wish I knew myself," said Syd the other day. "Charlie ever takes me into his confidence until his romance is shattered and he wants me to fix things up for him." Somebody remarked that he must have had enough of that sort of thing with Mildred Harris, the first Mrs. haplin. "I hope to say so," declared Syd piously, "But when I'd o around to see Mildred, she was wise. She'd call downtairs, T don't want to see you. I know why you're here, 'ou just want to see how cheap you can get me to settle.' " Paul Swan for Ben Hurt IP aul Swan, the super-beautiful classic dancer, is the latest rumored candidate for the role of Ben Hur. He might play the Hur part, but never the Ben. Maybe they'll cast him for the role of Ben Hur's sister. Must be a Centipede ^h/L aking pictures is an expensive business. Especially when you insist on having everything solid mahogany around you, with platinum trimmings. When the Selznick brothers were rolling up their tents to silently steal away from Hollywood a few weeks ago, leaving Rupert of Hentzau and The Common Law in pawn to the bankers who backed 'em last, someone observed sympathetically, "I hear Selznick is on its last legs." "What, again?" queried a publicity purveyor. "Selznick has been on its last legs so often, the company must be a centipede." Paris' Most Beautiful Tootsies (3 nce upon a time, and not so long ago at that, a company started to film Trilby. And the heroine of Trilby must have small, beautifully formed feet. So the company, wise to the vogue for foreign heroines, brought to America Andree Lafayette, owner of "the most beautiful feet in all Paris". The dainty tootsies were photographed at all angles, semi-draped and au naturel. To the four corners of the globe went the photographs of Trilby and her dainty little feet. And then — come closer, so they won't hear us giggle — came the word, whispered around among the wise ones, that they were using a double for the most beautiful feet in Paris ! Yes, honest, they are! You see, Andree's feet are undoubtedly lovely, well-formed and all that. But Andree is a tall girl, and her feet are in proportion to her size, and so. . . . Betty Roher, a little extra girl, is furnishing the feet that get the close-ups of Trilby. One Mad Whirl of Gaiety Out on a still hunt for gossip, preferably of the lurid variety, the Tatler wended her way to the Montmartre, Hollywood's newest dinner-and-dance place. On the surface, all seemed decorous. Barbara and her latest husband, Jack Daugherty, partook of spaghetti at a prominent table. There was nothing spectacular about them, except the expert way that Barbara wrapped her spaghetti around her fork, yards and yards to the piece. Never could we do that trick without stubbing our toe. Bert Lytell, with a well-fed look, passed from table to table, smiling his most engaging smile. What shall it profit a star to lunch in an expensive cafe if people do not know he is present ? His peroxided locks are getting dark again, we noticed. Adolph Menjou bowed low over a flattered blonde's hand. A table of tourists from Kankakee stared and whispered. No scandal anywhere. And then, just when we had lapsed into a disappointed survey of the cold turkey with the dull shellac finish, who should enter but a dizzy blonde, beautiful to behold, and towing in her wake Bryant Washburn and Elliot Dexter ! Aha! Here was news at last. For both Bryant and Elliot are wed, but neither of their wives are blondes! Bryant was particularly devoted. She smiled sweetly into his eyes. A romance, surely ! We hailed a waiter. "Who is that female?" we asked. He did not know. We hailed {Continued on page 101)