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On the other hand if he was the sort of little devil who kissed the girls and made them cry he is still kissing and they are still crying, let the mascara melt as it may. If you want a line on lovers come along to Hollywood, where they grow. There's just room for you on my Magic Carpet, if you're really rugged. Promise to curl up and sit tight and try not to take up all the room. Can't you move over a little more? What's the matter — do you think this whole Carpet belongs to you or what? Stop shoving. If you can't be nice you will just have to get out and walk — and how would you like to walk home from a Magic Carpet ride, eh? Now will you be good? Well, here we are at Hollywood, home of the Great Lovers and Rin-Tin-Tin. Doesn't it look like one great long Lovers' Lane, with mushy couples eternally strolling up and down, up and down, and occasionally tripping? But for a glimpse of most of the real Great Lovers we'll have to peek inside the match'factory — I mean the studios. Careful, there, or you'll bump your big head on a Kleig. As I live and breathe, isn't that Charles Farrell? Pinch me — not so hard; that's enough. It is Charles Farrell! The 1928 Reply to a Maiden's Supplication. Chico — Gino. A very remarkable fellow. His line is all his own. He is ardent one moment and humorous the next. And you know how women love humor. The more you humor them the better they like it. Charlie Farrell is also quaint. So is Harry Langdon. But Charlie is quaint — plus. He's the one great screen sheik who can be quaint in the love scenes and live. He is ambling and he is awkward but he's a bona-fide Don Juan. When you have seen Mr. Farrell in Seventh Heaven and Street Angel you have met the Kid himself. He's the same off. He's a nut, some say, but a lovable nut. In pictures he is exuberant, extravagant, picturesque. In real life, the same. He still drives the same dilapidated old Ford he rode around in when he was an extra. He arrives at a formal party in overalls if that's the way he happens to be feeling. He may be really naive or he may be merely clever; either way, the girls are' for him. Some men think only of the future but the kind of man that makes a permanent hit thinks of the present. It may be flowers or fiction, bracelets or bonbons. Charlie said it not so long ago — to a certain beautiful picture star — with a prize Great Dane dog. He has the grand gesture. You'd recognize it no matter where you met it. It's his line. Another of Nature's masterpieces is Charles "Buddy" Rogers. They called him Buddy back in Olathe, Kansas, and the name has stuck. Because Buddy isn't so much a nickname as it is a disposition. A boy named Buddy, for instance, would always be good to the girls. He'd begin by being kind to his mother and he'd keep on being sweet to his sweethearts until finally he was just grand to his grand-daughters. He'd be nice and chivalrous whether he was tucking a girl into a cradle or a chummy sports roadster. How could he help it, with a name like that? And the girls would always be good to him. You bet your life they would. They couldn't help it either. They would fuss over him and spoil him and call him Buddy even when he was get ting an old, old man. I don't know what he'd do with the old man but I know he'd be good to him. Buddy Rogers is Charles Rogers now — a star in all the programs. But he hasn't changed much. His line is boyish and he still swings on it. He's a sort of male Alice in Wonderland, getting a great kick out of his adventures and hungry for more. Every new picture is an event in Mr. Rogers' young life. He can still get excited about the selection of a new leading woman. The boy will grow older, but nothing can really change him. Look at all that has happened to him in two years. Two pictures in long runs on Broadway at the same time. He has made movie love to Mary Pickford, Clara Bow, and Nancy Carroll — demure Mary, exotic Clara, saucy Nancy. But Buddy never changed his technique for anybody. It's the same in Hollywood as it was back in Kansas, and just as potent. His acting has improved. He plays big scenes now like an old trouper. But the really important part of his contribution to the art of the motion picture, that will live down through the ages, is the hurt, appealing way he looks at a girl. No wonder somebody wrote a song called "My Buddy." The question is, whose Buddy are you? If you want to be popular with John Gilbert, just write him a letter and tell him he is the Great Lover of the Silver Screen. Go ahead; I dare you. Only don't sign your real name. Sooner or later, Jack would get even. A great lover is the last thing in the world he aspires to be. He wants to be known as an actor — nothing more or less. He likes to play parts as widely varied as possible. He wants to be versatile. And give him credit, when he has a chance he is. Is it his fault that no matter how well he plays a part he is always remembered as John Gilbert? Mercy, no. But it is a hard, cruel fact that when he is most lover-like he is most himself. The Jim of The Big Parade was an entirely different character from the Danilo of The Merry 'Widow — until he began to make love. Then they were brothers under the skin, all right. Dough-boy or prince, it was all the same. Both John Gilbert— fiery, forceful, victorious. Mr. Gilbert belongs to the Smouldering School. He is true to its best traditions. He looks at the fair heroine and smoulders until she succumbs. Fascinating is no word for that young man. And he is just such a fascinator in private life — if he has any. There's nothing very private about his life, when you get right down to it — and do let's. The stunning Leatrice Joy loved and married him. He's still, they say, her favorite actor. The woman was never born who can resist Mr. Gilbert's line. Don't forget that even the elusive and languorous Miss Garbo was in Love with him. Sometimes when he has just been called a Great Lover all over again, Mr. Gilbert gets good and mad and threatens to stop acting and turn to directing. I guess that would spite us! No, it wouldn't, either — we could count on the love scenes being good. Ronald Colman! Ah! Oh! Ooh! Also, Umm! Swoon if you must, but remember that Mr. Colman won't catch you when you fall. Ronald is practically indifferent to the feelings he arouses in feminine breasts. You get the idea that nothing in his life is worth getting awfully worked up about. You know how — even when he is embracing the beauteous Banky in a scene — he looks positively indifferent? Yes, he