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C[ Beauty, chic and first class emoting.
GJhe TELEPHONE Girl
Q[ Wrong number!
Hello, Central — give me Herbert Brenon. Hello, Mr. Brenon? Well, well, how are you? I feel awful — I just saw your "Telephone Girl". No, Central, Em not talking about you. But really, now, Mr. Brenon, where did you dig up that story? You didn't? Folks, he says it wasn't his story at all. It was an old stage play by William deMille, entitled "The Woman": about the candidate for Governor whose past threatens to rise up and smite him at a crucial moment; yes, that one. In that case, I suppose we can't very well blame the director, can we? And come to think of it, you did squeeze some thing out of the plot, at that. You gave Madge Bellamy the best chance of her career in that one scene in which the nasty, mean old politicians are trying to force her to tell the telephone number that will gum up the whole gubernatorial campaign for Warner Baxter. And she won't, although her future happiness with Larry Gray is at stake. Three cheers for the Telephone Girls! There's no need to get huffy, Central. As I was saying, Mr. Brenon, I haven't seen Madge do much acting since her Ince days — through no fault of her own, of course. Now, after kidding us into believing that blonde flappers are her
The beans are almost spilled for Mrs. Robinson (May Allison and H oV broo\ Blinn).
C[A cruel politician tries to force the operator into telling an important number. (Madge Bellamy, Lawrence Cray and Holbroo\ Blinn).
forte, the little minx plays a plain, sensible part and causes a landslide for herself — and the Gov' ernor. She wears the same severely simple little dress in every scene, instead of the fluffy creations she has been donning; she is entirely surrounded by troupers who act, and act; yet the impression she leaves is of extreme beauty, chic, and firstclass emotion. In other words, all Madge ever needed, all those years of comparative obscurity, was — not a henna rinse or a French dress-maker — but a good old-fashioned chance. Don't you think so, Mr. Brenon? What? hel — where's my party, Central? He did not hang up on me. You cut me off you Telephone Girl, you!
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