Screenland (May–Oct 1925)

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of sky-scrapers and thrillingly deranged where baby Eskimos on advertising signs mush sledloads of ginger ale to the relief of Nome. ■ It was the end of a rushing-day when Doris blew in, as fresh as the proverbial daisy, with not one stain of four hours at the studio, and four more at a pro' fessional photographer's, upon her face. Honestly, she glowed. Eyes, hair and skin. Not a hint of fatigue mv til she dropped in a lounge and said "Phew" with much relief behind it. The first secret was ice. "And lots of it," said Doris. "All that the icebox carries. It's far better than massaging when I'm fagged or feel out of sorts. First I bathe my skin in warm water, which opens the pores. They breathe. And then the ice. Isn't that simple enough?" Yes. And girls, what a hero that makes of the stubbly Italian who yells up the dumbwaiter, "How much this morning, missus?" Miss K e n y o n walks and works in beauty. Naturally there are tricks of the trade. Well, "tricks" is scarcely the word. Let's stick to "Art" ■ — an art requiring a dual finesse of the painter's brush, since the lens and the public eye see two entirely different things. Even roles need distinc tive treatment (Continued on page 78) 'Doris Kenyon The charm of beauty is worth an effort; any effort, as every woman \nows. 27