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Miss Dressier hopes that you have enjoyed reading her own story as much as she enjoyed writing it for you! Beginning in the March 1931 issue of SCREENLAND, Marie's story continued in the April and May numbers, and now concludes with this latest chapter in her fascinating career.
Below, the most beloved star in Hollywood rests by her own fireside after a hard day's work at the studio. Her new film is all about a lady politician — it's her funniest .
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IN order to live, then, I am up every morning at six-thirty A. M., and while this will be a jolt to those who think of movie stars as dozing until afternoon in thousand dollar negligees on leopard skin rugs, my hours are no better than, if as good, those of clock punchers anywhere. Mamie brings me tea and toast — not champagne, as you would like to believe — and I am off to the lot before nine.
In the old days, boys used to talk about "the lot" as the place where they chopped or sawed wood and they never loved it much, except afterward — when they became presidential timber ! The same can be said of Culver City. Our lot is a work-place. Indeed, the folks who haven't been to Hollywood and think of it as the Devil's Hop Yard would discover that it's not unlike Fall River or any other mill town. You'll hate me
Concluding "The Girl Stood on the Burning Deck," the real-life story of our greatest trouper
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for saying this because you want to believe what you want to believe and I have no business to destroy the illusion of the talkies, but the truth can be so irritating that it's fun to use it once in a great, great while !
Yes. when a pretty girl is seen smiling into the face of her lover on the screen, the audiences drinking in her avid glances have no idea that she has been through so much that she could bite nails. She doesn't bite the hero for fear she might get ptomaine, for the hero, too, is in a poisonous temper. Even a milkman couldn't get romantic so early in the morning !
When a picture finally flickers off to orchestral accompaniment of Hearts and Flozvcrs in the splendid setting of our palatial movie houses, it all seems spontaneous, but there has been plenty of combustion before. Believe me, the glare of the klieg lights is ruinous to the
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