Screenland (Sept 1922–Feb 1923)

1 holivwooo t*i»row«i* Sfo) In Common It is a curious thought, how different men are in most of their ideas, aspirations and habits, and yet how absolutely alike in others. For example, tomorrow morning, between the hours of 6:45 and 7:30, about fifteen million men will stand before their mirrors in exactly the same postures, go through the same motions and accomplish about the same results, namely: they will cut down that jungle of ugliness which is everlastingly pushing out from a man's hide and overrunning the attractive contours of his face. With this one difference. Something over two million men will enjoy the p'ocess. The other thirteen million will thin*, thoughts they dare not express unless they are roagu and uncouth, and which I cannot even hint at i.: *his public forum. Now, let's get down to cases and be practical and factful about this inevitable process of shaving. We would all do away with it if women would let us. 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My demonstrator tube costs 10 cents by mail. {Mennen Salesman) " Th* [Yknn^n Company 357 Central Ave. Newark N.J. U.S.A. LOCATION STUFF {Continued from Page 6i.) "Well, they ain't any too good," he conceded grudgingly, but then, as if ashamed of his confession, he added sturdily: "They'll come out all right.'* She ignored this optimistic forecast. "You can bet they're none too good," she said. "The way this rancher is holding you up is a shame." "What do you know about me and the rancher?" he asked suspiciously. "Plenty," was her confident reply. "I know that he's raised the rental of his old ranch from fifty to a hundred and fifty a day. I know — •" "Maybe you know that we ain't used it at all yet," he interrupted. "You'll have to use it or pull up stakes and go somewhere else. There's something else I know. This hotel guy is going to raise the rate on you too ; and there's something else I know — " "You know too much," he declared bitterly. "If I knew as much as you I'd quit the movies and start a newspaper." "The something else I know is that they're going to overcharge you for the horses the cowboys are going to ride," she concluded, "You got a fine idea of this town, ain't you?" he asked sarcastically. "About the same as you have," she answered frankly. "The only difference is I'm not afraid to say what I think." "Julie," he groaned, "you ain't been talking, have you? I mean you ain't been talking to these stingers?" She put her hand on his knee. "I have told each and every one of them that I mink he is a petty larceny thief," she said calmly. He put his head in his hands. "Julie," he muttered in anguish, "you have certainly pushed all the cooks into the broth. Now these robbers won't let us shoot a foot not if we pay them a million dollars. Don't yoi| know better than to insult a thief by telling him he's a thief?" "When I saw the way they were '* framing to trim you I couldn't keep my mouth shut," she told him. "I just had to cut loose. All the prominent citizens have quit speaking to me, but I don't care." "I care," said Mr. Bloom, his head still averted. "Tonight Mr. Norval Chillingworth gets in here from Hollywood. Tomorrow we were going to shoot some stuff with him and you. Now I'll bet you they won't let us shoot you or him or nothing." "Jump to some other burg," she suggested hopefully. "I'm too much loser," he contended. "The best thing I can do is pay these robbers what they want and shoot my stuff here. I said I was going to give this young feller the right kind of locations to start with. These are the right kind of locations. Even if it almost breaks me I'm going to keep my word." The face that he raised to hers was haggard, but he looked her squarely in the eye. "Don't be a sucker — " she began. "I'd rather be a sucker than a quitter," he declared, and stood up. "I thought I was doing the right thing," she said defensively. "I know you did," he answered, looking down into her face, which was now as sober as his own. "I know your heart's in the right place, Tulic, but sometimes I ain't so sure about your brains." His head was bowed as he walked away. Julie Douglas, following him with her wide, innocent eyes, Was sure that if he had stayed another moment he would have cried. B III. OT Mr. Bloom was not crying an hour later when with outstretched hands he hurried down the steps of the hotel to welcome to the hospitality of Grandville young Norval Chillingworth, who, in motor coat and goggles, descended from the big, yellow racing car in which a retired professional racing driver had piloted him from Hollywood. From her observation post on the porch Julie Douglas heard Mr. Bloom say cheerily: "Where's Julie? I want Mr. Chillingworth to meet Julie." And then she heard the obnoxious Hortense Hugo reply: "Poor Julie! She was so tired that she went to bed early. She can't stand roughing it as well as she could once." {Continued on Page 6j.) 62