Screenland (Apr-Sep 1924)

85 — all the difference between just an ordinary cigarette and — FATIMA, the most skillful blend in cigarette history. (\Girls That Men Forget — From page 6 J if I do." "Try and get it," he said, taking out of the desk a box of matches. How a guy like that can be popular is beyond me. "Look here," I said nastily, "to what do you attribute success or in plain words how do you get away with it?" Putting my pack of cigarettes into his pocket and handing me his matches Mr. Dix replied, "To a heluva lot of nerve, good luck and Charlie Chaplin." "Charlie Chaplin?" "Sure, Chaplin said I would never screen well. Somebody gave the story a lot of publicity and within a week a hundred producers wanted to prove Chaplin was wrong." "Well, I suppose all these producers are now saving to Chaplin, T told you so'." "No," Mr. Dix, "that's what Chaplin's saying." " There's a matter on which some of our feminine readers want an expert opinion." I continued, "and that is, what sort of women do men forget?" "Say," protested the world's most elusive bachelor, "who do you think I am, Valentino? I don't know anything about that. My trouble is that I can't forget them. "I have an idea," he said suddenly, "let's hire a hack and drive out to Coney Island. Great place this time of the year. Or maybe you would rather go over to the club and play handball? After that we can sneak into Dinty Moore's and kill a couple of steaks. Then you can go home and write the interview. Say anything you want." "Now look here," I said determinedly, "I want your opinion. Let's get to the point. What sort of women do men forget?" "Well," answered Mr. Dix, sighing submissively, "there's the girl of only thirtyeight who bobs her hair." "Very good, excellent, in fact," I exclaimed, handing him a fresh cigarette. "And there's the plump, jolly damsel who talks baby talk and calls everybody 'honey'." "Immense," I cried, "continue." "There's the girl who won't ask you in when she's only met you once and there's her friend who imitates Ethel Barrymore by saying, 'that's all there is, there isn't any more.' And the sweet, young thing, with the girlish laughter and the dead dumb pan who can't say anything but "too cute for words' and 'just perfectly wonderful'." " And what is your ideal girl?" "Now," said Richard, "you're getting personal. But along about June that question may be definitely answered." "By the way," he said, "must you be going? Too bad. Come and see me again soon." "How about coming over to the studio Thursday?" I asked. "Fine! Great!" said Mr. Dix, "I'll be on location that day." Are iuu neaumng lur \m inuinr I will tell you Under which Zodiac Sign FTk |j* T> were you born? What are IX. J> JC* your opportunities in life, your future prospects, happiness in marriage, friends, enemies, success in all undertakings, and many other vital questions as indicated by ASTROLOGY, the most ancient and interesting science of history? Were you bom under a lucky star? I will tell you,free, the most interesting astrological interpretation of the Zodiac Sign you were born under. Simply send me the exact date of your birth in your own handwriting. To cover cost of this notice and po stage, inclose twelve cents in any form and your exact name and address. Your astrological interpretation will be written in plain language and sent to you securely sealed and postpaid. A great surprise awaits you! Do not fail to send birth date and to inclose 12c. Print correct name and address to avoid delay in mailing. Write now— TODAY— to the . ASTA STUDIO 309 Fifth Avenue Dept. CS New York