Screenland (May-Oct 1934)

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Naturally, the novice can't learn to play the piano in a boarding house, as he would in a conservatory under Paderewski ! Hollywood has many capable screen actors who never saw the boards. It gets right down to a matter of individualities — Hollywood or anywhere else. "To me Hollywood is just another place. You have to have some place to light on. I lighted on Hollywood. As a place it doesn't mean a darned thing to me. I'm afraid that a lot of people out there think that the thing they do and the place they are in is all-important to the rest of the world. Thank God, that our country is so big and so wide that none of us has to worry about sticking in one place forever. If you stay in one place too long, you'll probably get barnacles and lose track of outside things. That happens in time to everyone — everywhere. People have asked me: What has Hollywood done to you — or for you. And I always tell them that they might better ask, What have I done to Hollvwood — for or against? "Oh, let them talk." Mr. Barrymore lit another cigarette and gave a characteristic shrug and a smile still half sad. "They talk SCREENLAND about a lot of foolish things — about the films taking the place of the stage some day ! And they tell you that the movies are getting back to romance again. The film drama is taking more and more interest in Life, if that is what they mean. Life as it really is lived and not in some plot formula about life — like we used to get it on screen and stage. If there is more romance in life than there used to be, then count upon it, we'll have more of it in motion pictures. "Again, you hear people saying that the motion pictures are running short of good material. Why, the sources of good material are as deep and as broad and as high as the Grand Canyon. They haven't even been tapped. Literature — all the literatures in the world — haven't even been scratched. Think of the meagre supply of eight notes in music, and then of what wonderful symphonies are forever being written. Twenty-six letters in the alphabet — and look at all the stories and books and plays being annually drawn from them! "On account of the enormous amount of money involved in making a picture, however— that is on a par with building a battleship or a skyscraper from the point of expense — and it is only natural of a motion picture producer to play safe. Small blame to them ! "I don't know. I can't fathom the public. All I try to do is to gratify them — and at the same time to satisfy myself, I guess. A funny world!" And Lionel Barrymore, the brainiest perhaps of all the movie artists, confessing that he didn't know a thing, turned again to sort over his fan mail, drinking in the contents of the letters from "his public" reflectively. May Robson's Romance Continued from page 32 Jean Parker and May Robson, companion artists at the same studio, stop for a chat as they arrive to start a new day's work before the sound cameras. boy, for you see I have travelled for many, many years and am an extremely busy woman. Never too busy, though, for that daily letter that each of us came to expect many years ago. "Since I couldn't take my son with me on these tours, I placed him in a private school on Long Island, a boarding kindergarten, when he was quite young. A cultured lady with three daughters ran this school, and there he had about the same loving care and attention he would have had at home. It was at this period that I started writing him letters, and I still have the first letter he ever wrote. "I was in Baltimore when I received it, and it took me some time to decipher it. In a chubby little hand, it said, 'i like it heer. we taik turns going for the male but we dont hatter.' Misspelled as some of the words were, I had no trouble until I came to the last word. 'Hafter !' That presented a real problem, and I mulled over that puzzler for several hours, even going so far as to go into conference with the manager of the company and several of the cast. Finally, I had it ! By 'hafter,' he meant 'have to !' He was so young that he applied phonetic spelling, unconsciously, to the expression. "During the summer months, my boy and I always vacationed some place where we could rough it. Many a summer we spent along the rocky coast of Maine, wearing old clothes and not infrequently camping out. Can vou picture me sleeping in a tent? Yet, I loved it, for that sort of life appealed to my boy, and he was never so happy as when we were together in the wilds, so to speak.