Screenland (May-Jul 1926)

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Papa arrives, and of course everything has been all right; but father isn't taking any more chances, so he marries her off to a conceited chap whom she doesn't love at all. During the honey moon, he tries to tame her with cave man methods, but only .succeeds in disgusting her, so that when she takes a vacation in Honolulu she isn't at all averse to listening to the honeyed words of another handsome man of the world. She leaves her husband and cleaves to her Honolulu boy friend — until she finds that he is some sheik himself and that he has more than one queen in his harem. Then she goes to visit Judy, her cousin, and promptly proceeds to vamp Judy's young man away from her. But the other man finds her and when she won't come back to him, he shoots her and kills himself. Judy's friend is accused of murder and is about to be convicted . when the wounded girl leaves her bed and bares her own disgrace to .save him. Having patched up to some extent the wreck she has made of her life, she passes out upon a ray of sunlight from a thoughtfully concealed Klieg light. This teaches us, first, that jazz and some' thing on the hip are great aids to a success' ful romance; second, that cave man methods are out of date and shouldn't be used except in emergencies; third, that Honolulu is a great place to start something; and last, that former loves should be heard from but not seen and that you can't be too careful whom you're vamped by. The picture's just chock full of the grandest hints as to what to do when you're alone with a pretty girl in a mountain cabin, when you're ditto on a beach in the South Seas, and when you're cuckoo in an automobile on a dark night. As an advanced textbook on the art of modern day love making, "Sandy" is priceless and should be (and probably is) in every bachelor's library. As a motion picture, it is a swift moving, colorful and more than a little bit naughty glimpse into the life of a girl who wanted the moon and got only a cold potato. It may shock you a little, but it will entertain you exceedingly. Madge Bellamy, with bobbed hair, is a brand-new Madge — prettier than ever, and as full of life and the joy of youth as flivver is of rattles. She gives a performance that'll make you sit up and take notice. "Sandy", mainly through Madge's efforts, is easily one of the best of the jazz family. When we left the projection room, I could see a gleam of triumph in my friend's eye. At last, after thousands of feet of flickers, he had the secret. With a hasty word of thanks to me, he dived into the subway, headed for Brooklyn. His girl lives in Brooklyn. And now I'm scared to open my mail, but I'm practicing "Blest Be the Tie That Binds" on my saxophone. Claire Windsor's Happy Ever After Continued from page 45 saying goes, the way to a man's heart is by giving him pies and cakes, the way to a little man's heart is by giving him fireengines and electri ctrains. The battle was won before Billy even knew it had started. Yes, I take off my hat to Bert, because after all it wouldn't be at all out of the way if a bit of jealousy through Bill crept into his new "pal's" heart. Even Claire feels that where there's true love, is jealousy, too, and as small as Bill is, he holds an awful lot of his pretty mother's love. But with the help of fire-engines and electric trains, competition was off and Bill could love 'em both. Oh — by the way — what do you think of a wife who gives her husband flat silver for a birthday present? I guess Bert will never stop kidding his lady-fair about that! And for Claire's birthday, maybe, a smokingstand or a fine humidor, .says Bert. All three of us laughed. What difference did it make? It was all just for them — for not one, nor the other, but for them, for THEIR lome, and home was meaning more to them than even they had figured it could mean. And it wasn't such easy sledding at first. With a little baby to care for along with herself, it was no joke. Folks who have never experienced it, can't understand the teeniest, tiniest bit what it is to "buck the old game". Dreams are beautiful. They're the best things in the world to hang onto, but out in Hollywood, where dreams so often always remain only dreams, you have to hang on so hard that your hands get sore, and your heart aches, and you wonder how you're ever going to stick it out. Then you take a long look at your chit of a baby, you give him a tight hug and the softest kind of kiss, and you make the wearisome rounds again. So went Claire, with her dreams and her castles in the air. She tells me that my old friend Lou Goodstadt, now "C. B.'s" right hand man over at the DeMille Studio, gave her her first chance — a bit in a picture at the Lasky Studio. That was the first aircastle come to earth. Then Allan Dwan to the rescue; and last, and really most, Lois Weber, successful castle builder herself, brought Claire's and Billy's dream-house right down out of the clouds and into dreamy, beautiful reality. From that time on, their ship sailed thru the quiet, peaceful waters, with great white sails, and sunny days, and everything except a captain, hale and hearty! Enter Bert. He takes the helm, he sails the ship, and there I leave them, sitting side by side, beneath the rosy floor-lamp, with that saucy silly kitten cocking his head before he makes another dash across the floor. And Billy— he's sound asleep. But before he went, after he kissed his Mommy and his new-found pal 'good-night', he told me stoutly there was something else he most certainly had been promised. And only a boy would do, on account of because girls aren't much good and can't play "rough", and never like no engines nor no trains and only play with funny dolls. The Savage (Continued from page 39) fraternal warmth for the hypothetical crea' ture stirred Danny and as he discovered it, he laughed. At the same moment, the editor spoke again. "Do you know, Terry," he said, "I'd give a year of my life to show these people up with their cursed snooping around for something' that more than likely doesn't exist." "What do you mean, show them up?" "I'd lite to put over a hoax on them.