Screenland (May–Oct 1925)

70 SCREENLAND The Stage Coach {Continued from page 59) out. Unless, maybe, it was the moustache. Now, you know we've always wondered how we would look in a moustache. At any rate, Shirley, in spite of her mother's protests, goes right ahead until her father apparently falls for a flapper friend of hers. And then Shirley, realizing how her poor, dear mother will be wounded, begins to see the error of her ways. At the end of the show, she is apparently beginning to like the patient Bruce Armstrong, who is unmoustached. (On second thoughts, we will get along without the moustache.) Well, that, in a nutshell, is the story. Norman Trevor is in the cast, so the women folk may like it. Trevor is pretty good, as always, but we had a vision of the Trevor who played with Maude Adams in "A Kiss for Cinderella." Meanwhile, if we just had to see a show, see "They Knew What They Wanted." rv ' Milton Sills pulls a real he-man fight in "The Knock-Out." This is mild compared with what comes later on. "A LUCKY BREAK" SIMPLE and unpretentious is "A Luc\y Brea\." It endeavors to solve no weighty problems, and that warmed us toward it and let us enjoy it perhaps a lot more than it deserved. It is written by Zelda Sears, who has done some fair theatrical things, and the audience seemed to enjoy it. It's the story of a multimillionaire whom everybody is pestering for favors. He pretends to go broke and finds the whole world warming up to him and glad to help him out. Not exactly a new plot, as you can see. George MacFarlane, well-known in vaudeville, plays the leading role and sings several songs, all of which the audience seemed to enjoy, though it must be confessed that he took too many encores to suit us. ((June Marlowe heads the cast in port of the dog wonder Kin-Tin in "The Clash of Wolves." sup-Tin The Parties of Picture People — continued from page 30 of others were present. Priscilla Dean, of course, had her two aviators with her — life just isn't worth living to Priscilla without an aviator or two around. "An aviator a day keeps dull care away," commented Patsy, "and," she went on, "her motto seems to be, 'Bigger and better aviators!' Know who those two men are?" John and I confessed ignorance. ''Why, they are the world flyers, Lieuts. Smith and Arnold!" Priscilla wasn't a bit stingy with her aviators, either — brought them over and introduced them to us, and we had a very interesting chat with them. Mae Murray and Robert Leonard were both there, but at separate tables. However, they are great friends, and Bobby moved his ginger ale bottle over to Mae's table before the evening was over. I hear that since Mae came home from Paris and found Bobby so nice and thin, she is almost sorry she divorced him! You see she objected to his being fat. "I asked Mae the other day if she were going to marry Bobby all over again," said Patsy, "and she answered, 'Honestly, I don't know!' " Alice Calhoun is blooming these days. She was there with Carlo Schipa, brother of the famous tenor, Tito Schipa. Carlo is quite mad about Alice. He met her up at the Hollywood Bowl, the outdoor concert place, when she was planting a palm on Tree Planting Day, and fell so in love with her, clad as she was in a pink gingham dress and wide straw hat, that they say he hasn't been able to think of anybody else since. Young Doug Fairbanks and Betty Branson were present, too. Young Doug wears Betty's slave bracelet. He was very ingenuous about showing the "B." "Oh," he said, "I didn't mean to show that side of the tag!" He told us he is going to have to grow a moustache for his next picture. "Can you?" Patsy demanded impudently. "Sure I can!" said Doug. "Why, I gr;w one a couple of weeks ago, but nobody noticed it so I shaved it off!" Just then we caught a glimpse of Constance Talmadge and Buster Collier dancing. They had been having a little tiff earlier in the evening — but now Buster was kissing Constance's blond hair as they danced! "Who are that couple?" asked Patsy, pointing to a pair that had been dancing together all evening. "Pauline Garon and Ben Lyon," I said. "They are becoming awfully interested in each other, I think." "Oh, and over there at the corner table is Pauline's Spaniard, who followed her all the way from Monte Carlo," declared Patsy. "He's just looking at them like a meataxe!" Anita Stewart came in with that awfully handsome millionaire admirer of hers from •San Francisco. We noticed him, as a matter of fact, first. "Who is he?" demanded Patsy quite breathlessly. "Yes," exclaimed Priscilla Dean, "who is that handsome heart-breaker?" Then we noticed Anita for the first time. "Why, he's with Anita Stewart!" remarked Pat. Anita came over to our table and when we told her she was playing second fiddle she laughed at the joke on herself. "You know very well I simply won't have anything but a Mr. Anita Stewart!", she said. Suddenly the wedding march sounded.