Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

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outdoor fire, and not see anybody at all. But take Lon Chaney. You'd expect him to do something very weird and wonderful in his twenty-four hours off duty, wouldn't you? You're all wrong. Sitting in the M-G-M commissary, Lon declared, with one of those far-away looks, "I'd take my family, a camping outfit and a motion picture camera, and go up to the mountains and take pictures of all the wild animal life I could find. I'd want to get as far away from civilization as possible." The sea has its charm for a great many of our celebrities. "I'd borrow a sailboat," Richard Arlen decided, 'and head for the Orient. Oh, would I have to come back in twentyfour hours too.' Well, I guess I couldn't get very far. If I came back in time, I'd go to the fights in the evening." OU might know Charlie Farrell would head for the open sea — or water, at any rate. He has a great yen for salt water and there was no doubt in his mind when he answered, firmly, with a lift of the chin and a glad light in his eye, "I would spend the time on my yawl sailing up and down the coast of California and Mexico." There is a tiny uninhabited patch of land out in the Pacific called Santa Cruz Island. Jean Arthur went there once to make a picmre, and ever since then it has been her land of dreams. "The water is clear as glass," Jean reminisces in her quiet way, "and no one lives on the island. I would swim in the Gary Cooper wants to get away from it all — jnst as far away as twenty-four hours and a good horse can take him — and do nothing but eat and sleep and think. Marjorie White has everything planned for her holiday. A nice long day's nap and she'll be all rested up for the evening-— which she expects to spend sleeping. water, and explore the caves. At night I would sleep on the ground, with nothing over me, and look up at the stars." 'What a grand day it would be for the shops on the Boulevard if some of our fair ladies were turned loose for 24 hours with not a thing to do, Mary Brian, for one, would just buy things from the minute the stores opened until they closed for the night. "And even then," she adds, "I don't know whether or not I could get caught up on my shopping. In tlie evening I'd like to ride along the Pacific in an open [Contin/ied on page 9i} 47