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band (No. 3), Townsend Netcher, on the
front porch overlooking the old Pacific

THE beauteous Ina Claire is still finding new slants on how
it feels to be married to John Gilbert, the Heart of the

You remember that she was a little upset when Happy
Jack stole all the headlines at the time of the wedding. Old
Cal tried to tell her that when they passed through New York
on their way to Europe, she would get more than her share of
the big type. But it wasn't to be. The reporters spent most
of their time badgering Gilbert with questions about Garbo—
which were about as tactful and welcome as so many cases of

•"pHEN Paris! Jack didn't stick his head outside the hotel
-L door without fifty women leaping at him, on adoration
bent, and it seemed to Ina that she was just "among those
present." No cinch to be wedded to a heart interest like John'
But when her picture "The Awful Truth" is shown aU
over the country, there'll be a break for her. She photographs
like a million in gold, and the picture itself is grand.

M-G-M's latest acquisition is the New York Weather IMan!
It was the night of the Broadway opening of "The
HoUywood Revue of 1929," and Times Square was jammed
with thousands gaping up at the famous Living Billboard
above the .Astor Theater.

On it stood a score of pretty chorus girls in tights. Spot-
lights played on them, and cameras ground. Traffic was at
a standstill. Led by a loudspeaker, the young ladies began
singing the hit song, "Singing in the Rain."

And they hadn't finished one chorus before, upon the girls
and the billboard and the great crowd, a gentle downpour
began falling!

That's what Cal calls fi.xing it up!

"JT wasn't any 18-day diet that gave her that figure,"
declared Sue Carol as a tall sylph-like girl passed us at

our table at the Montmartre
with a Scotchman."

"She's been going around


npHERE are a lot of newcomers in Hollywood these days.
X Francis X. Bushman and Ethel Clayton are playing' in
"Painted Faces" for Pickwick Pictures. '


Another happy couple from the sunkist studios.
Little Marian Nixon and the new husband, Edward
Hillman, Jr., prettily posed just before they sailed
for Europe for a honeymoon. The studios gave
Marian a nice, long holiday, and Hillman doesn't
worry about time off

Monroe Salisbur>' is playing a role in "The Mississippi

Ben Turpin is in Warner Brothers' "Show of Shows " So
is Ruth Clifford.

.A.lice Lake, Conway Tearle, George Walsh and \'era Rey-
nolds are all acting here and there.

What! You've heard of them before?

BACK to our gold-filled shores swept the glittering Pola
Negri, not long ago.

But it was a different Polish Rose. There was no princeling
in her train — she showed none of the mingled fear and hauteur
that hurt her standing in earlier days.

She laid herself out to be charming and gracious to the
press when she stopped in New York, and made a grand im-
pression on everybody.

POL.\ just finished a picture in England. She was on a
short visit to Hollywood to settle up the last of her affairs
there. She still distrusted the talkies. She was going to make
more pictures in Europe! .\nd all through the inter\dew she
was pleasant, sweet, affable, kindly, and the reporters went
out glowing.

Pola's learned something! She seems to have found the
value o/ gentleness, and a smile!

WH.\T a flock of weddings!
Here's the list of recent weeks.

Carol Dempster, Griffith's slim mystery girl, to Edwin S.
Larsen, investment banker, in New York. The couple im-
mediately sailed away on the Leviathan for an European honey-

Alarian Ni.xon, long a popular leading woman, to Edward
Hillman, Jr., of Chicago. Marian's first husband was Joe
Benjamin, the boxer. This happy couple went abroad on the
lie de France.

.\lma Bennett, the dark menace of many a picture, to
Harry Spingler, her manager. It was the second matrimonial
try for both.

Last but not least, Ruth Elder, the flying actress or
acting flyer, to Walter Camp, son of the late king of foot-
ball. Ruth gave her age as 25, Camp his as 38. It is Ruth's
third try.

Which means that Hoot Gibson now rides solo, singing
"Bury me not on the lone prair-eeee!"

IN September, their production of "The Taming of the
Shrew" safely in the can, the Royal Fairbankses sailed away
for one of their triumphal tours of the old world.
They're to be gone two months.
"It isn't vacation," said Mary, before she sailed. "We

Don't get your Boyds mixed, or, killing two Boyds
with one photograph. Left, the well known movie
William Boyd, hero of many films. Right, the
William Boyd famous on the stage, creator of Ser-
geant Ouirt in "What Price Glory." He's in a new
film, "The Locked Door"

go to Europe to ,'tune up.' Now we're going abroad to get
ready for the ne.xt job."

Doug and his wife spiked the rumors that they were going to
retire right away. It is understood they'll get to work on
individual starring pictures as soon as they get back to Holly-

TF you can bear it, we can.

Al Boasberg suggests a theme song for "Jungle."
He calls it "Ain't We Got Fungus !"

JOHN PRINGLE, said to have been John Gilbert's father,
J died recently at his home in Hollywood, while Jack was
honeymooning abroad.

Gilbert didn't know the old man was alive until a very
few years ago. Then the elderly Pringle, who was playing a
bit in a picture, came to Gilbert's dressing room and announced

From that time on Jack maintained the old actor in a
comfortable cottage in Hollywood, where Pringle lived with
another and later wife. Jack made his last years comfortable — •
free, at least, from the necessity of doing bits in occa-
sional films.

A T the Writers' Club the other night a chap with a
■^^flashlight kept bobbing up first in one aisle and then

"What in the world is the matter?" inquired someone.

"Nothing," he moaned. "I'm just searching for a
story for Paul Whiteman."

STEPIN FETCHIT at last has become really famous.
After marrying the woman of his choice, Dorothy Steven-
son, he was sued by a colored girl, Yvonne DeDair Butler, for
one hundred thousand dollars because her expectations were
shattered and her pride and reputation hurt.

What is stranger still, the judge awarded her a verdict of
five thousand dollars!

THERE is an elderly vagabond with a flowing white beard
who can be seen in "The Vagabond King." He answers to
the name of William H. Taylor and claims to have been about
these parts for 101 years.

Although Mr. Taylor has seen a century roll by and has done
a lot of things in his day, this is the first movie he's ever made.
And he's all for the talkies. He feels that he has found his
calling at last and that 100 years is not too long to look for a
career if, in the end, you find one that suits you.

Not to be outdone by other artists who have gone talkie,
Mr. Taylor is taking singing lessons for the first time in his

p. and A.

The best picture of Pauline Frederick
we've ever published. Pretty and trim
as ever, Polly sits on the steps of her
beach home, between pictures at War-
ners. She's an honor to the screen

HELENE COSTELLO, whose marriage to young Jack
Regan lasted about two hours and a half, unless we're
wrong, is now going about with Lowell Sherman, the former
husband of Pauline Garon.

It's all very serious. Sherman attended the funeral of Mrs.
Costello — one of a very small group of mourners — and Holly-
wood would be far from stunned if he and the Costello child
made a match of it soon.

Pauline is still a prominent figure in Hollywood life, lunchin;;
at all the best places and being squired by young Georgo
Baxter, who appears with Marion Davies in "Marianne."

BACK to the scene of her greatest joys and sorrows has come
Mary Miles INIinter, at least pleasingly plump, rumored
engaged to a gentleman outside the picture business and firmly
determined to stage a come-back.

She is having voice and photographic tests made, and makes
no bones about saying that she is going to make another suc-
cessful attack on the picture fortress. Well, at least we can
say, Cheerio, Mary! Go to it.

WHO'S home in Hollywood but the Queen of Sheba her-
self — Betty Blythe, whose pint of pearl beads and
pleasant smile made picture history almost a decade ago.
She's been in vaudeville most of the time since.
Now she's been taking voice tests at JM-G-M, and they do
say she's turned out well.

T UPE VELEZ, on leaving the studio, accidentally struck
■^a carpenter with her elbow. She quickly turned and
threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh, did I hurt you, darling?"

The carpenter, realizing that opportunity may knock
but once, quickly closed his eyes and appeared in a dead
faint whUe Lupe attended him for the next few minutes.

IN a morning's ramble down the boulevard Old Cal saw —
Lupe Velez doing everything but sitting on the steering
wheel of Gary Cooper's fancy Packard touring car.

Pauline Frederick walking into the Brown Derby for lunch,
dressed in a studio tea gown. Two lions from Gay's Lions Farm
sitting in the tonneauof an open car. [please turn to pace 76]






Little lessons in living
from the screen's un-
married men

THE words "bachelor" and "apart-
ment" are, somehow, synonymous.
When hyphenated into bachelor-
apartment the phrase is one that
shocks a Nice Girl. In the nineties any
maiden who visited a bachelor apartment
was relegated to the not-quite-decent class.

A stigma always seems to hang about a
bachelor apartment. But a bachelor home
— well, my dear, that's something different.
The most well bred young lady may gladly
accept an invitation to dine, tea or lunch in a
house. A home, after all, means a fireside
and a book and all the Decent Things in

Hollywood abounds in bachelor homes.
They are, by the way, an attack upon the
time honored custom of marriage. Most
men wed for a hearthstone and good cook-
ing. But the hearths and the cooking in the
bachelor domiciles of Hollywood are enough
to make the most housewifely matron turn
a pale sea green with envy.

But a home means obligations to fulfil.
Nowadajrs a bachelor, with his luxurious
house, must return every invitation he re-
ceives, because he is equipped to do so.

William Haines, Gary Cooper, Nick
Stuart, Ronald Colman, Jimmy Hall, Grant
Withers, Matty Kemp, Charlie Farrell,
Hugh Trevor — these are but a few of the
bachelors with homes.

Buddy Rogers still lives in the one room
which he rented when he first came to
Hollywood. When his mother comes to
visit him, they move into an apartment
at the Chateau Elysee. Only a few of the
boys have apartments. Buster Collier and
Ben Lyon are among them.


At the studio —
Billy Haines,
playboy. At home,
fastidious house-
keeper and host,
art connoisseur.
The commode is
Venetian; the
portrait, a Sir
Peter Lely

So you thought all those pictures
of he-men wielding frying pans
were just so much publicity
applesauce, did you? Charlie
Farrell disproves it, by dishing
up a mouth-melting omelet




You're among the luckiest
of the lucky, if you get an
invitation to Ramon No-
varro's miniature theater,
built into his interesting
home. The seating capac-
ity is limited to sixty, but
lighting and stage equip-
ment are on a lavish scale


By Katherine Albert

Spaciousness and comfort, freedom from osten-
tation, mark Gary Cooper's home. It's the
wholesome Montana ranch influence cropping
out, of course

George O'Brien divides his time between the Athletic Club
and his beach home. He is not included here because he does
so little entertaining.

But Charlie Farrell is a real bachelor with a real bachelor
home. Before the place was finished Charlie spent all his days
on the site, counting every brick of the foundation and every
nail driven into the walls.

It is situated in Toluca Lake Park. The view from the
Hving room is one of the most charming things about it. His
back yard slopes into Toluca Lake. On it Charlie paddles
his own canoe.

THE Lake is necessary to Charlie's happiness. Born near
the water as he was, his greatest hobby is sailing.

His house reflects that ship-shape atmosphere. The drapes
in the dining room, for instance, are decorated with pictures of
vessels that resemble Charlie's own boat, "The Flying
Cloud." The chair backs are also painted with ships.

But the dining room sees very little service. Why should it
when there is an entire back porch and yard in which to eat?
And then there's the marvelous outdoor fireplace with its grill.

The day I visited Charlie (in pursuit of my duty, y'under-
stand, to ensnare the Hollywood bachelor and make him Tell
.\11) a little folding table had been set up on the porch to
command the view.

The meal — luncheon — was simple and excellent, starting with
lettuce and tomato salad and going from there into the most
delicious Iamb chops, cooked over the outdoor charcoal fire,
baked potatoes, greeh peas and hot rolls. Charlie had milk
and there were fresh peaches and cake for dessert. The
luncheon was served by Charlie's colored man of all work, Jack.

Before luncheon Charlie and I had been busy going over
the house. [ please turn to page 132 ]





THERE may be some limit to the versatility and clever-
ness of this Davies girl, but you won't find it in this
musical cinema. Marion carries a difficult French accent
through ten reels without a relapse, sings, gives imitations,
dances, glides smoothly from delicious comedy to superb
pathos, and for good measure registers one of the most
poignantly beautiful parting scenes ever filmed.

Right on top of that comes Lawrence Gray, erstwhile
indifferent screen actor, as her doughboy sweetheart, and
knocks the audience for a row of sound sequences by his
acting and singing. Ukulele Ike and Benny Rubin go
into a frenzy of comedy lines and songs and dances.

Story? ^\'eIl, would you ask Charlie Chaplin to plaj'
Shakespeare? All Talkie.

y^ KIBITZER—Paramount

THIS is your old friend, Ike Lazarus, in the flesh,
popping up to give you a tip on the stock market.
You don't remember him? He rode down on the bus with
you yesterday.

No matter if it is Harry Green, comedian of the legiti-
mate stage that impersonates him, Ike can't fool me.
Ike is in the tobacco business now, but he still has aspira-
tions to dip into high finance and show those Rockefellers
a thing or two.

By a crazy fluke of luck, he hits Wall Street with a yip.
If you have been discouraged about anything, see this and
take heart. You may have to buy a new vest from laughing,
but it will be money well spent, for Harry Green's grand
comedy can't be heard and seen every day. All Talkie.



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A Review of the New Pictures




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FOR the wiseacres who said that a musical comedy could
not be transplanted successfully to the screen, "Rio
Rita," Ziegfeld's great hit, comes as a bolt from the blue.

In practically ever)' respect it is the finest of the screen
musicals, and yet it is more like the stage than the cinema,
from the overture to the opera bouffe finale. The plot is an
evasive sort of thing, yet it ties the situations satisfactorily.
Comedy, singing, dancing and romance are interwoven.

The "Rio Rita" music is ingratiating, warm and vivid.
There are numerous examples of Ziegfeld pageantry in the
Mexican fiesta scene, and again on the pirate's barge.
Joseph Urban never conceived more fabulously lavish set-
tings. Technicolor is glorious at times.

Despite very strong competition Bebe Daniels, in the
name role, is the most glowing personality. Her voice, un-
trained as it is, has a rich quality which an experienced
prima donna might well envy. Her performance is colorful
and she appears lovelier than she has for years. " Rio Rita"
will revive Bebe's one-time great popularity. John Boles'
glorious tenor voice is heard to advantage; he is a romantic,
dashing Texas ranger. Comedy is of the sure-fire, riotous type.
Robert Woolsey and Bert Wheeler are principal funmakers.
Wheeler's inebriate characterization is a classic. George
Renavent, Don Alvarado and Dorothy Lee are also out-
standing. The entire cast performs with tremendous pep.

Luther Reed's direction of a difficult assignment is most
commendable. "Rio Rita" is elaborate extravaganza and
well worth vour while. All Talkie.


The Best Pictures of the Month




The Best Performances of the Month

Bebe Daniels in "Rio Rita"

Bert Wheeler in "Rio Rita"

Douglas Fairbanks in "Taming of the Shrew"

Marion Davies in "Marianne"

Lawrence Gray in "Marianne"

Harry Green in "Kibitzer"

Ann Harding in "Her Private Affair"

Louise Dresser in "This Mad World"

Margaret Wycherly in "The Thirteenth Chair"

Casts of all photoplays reviewed will be found on page 140


^ TAMING OF THE SHREW— United Artists

MARY PICKFORD and Douglas Fairbanks had
scarcely arrived at the majestic Pickfair after a
preview of "Taming of the Shrew" when they heard chains
rattling in the halls. A bearded, wrathful ghost charged
upon the king and queen of the cinema. It was Bill
Shakespeare, late resident of Stratford-on-.\von. "That you
have wronged me doth appear in this," he proclaimed.
"Mebbe so," chuckled Doug. "But it's bo.x office."

Poor Bill trailed dejectedly back to the tomb. He never
did understand box office.

Here is the long anticipated co-starring appearance of
Mary and Doug. It has been hailed as the event of the
decade. Splendidly acted, picturesquely mounted, it is a
lot of fun in addition. Doctor Mack Sennett couldn't
have done a better job. Laugh? You'll die when
Petnuhio smacks his man Friday, Grumio, with an Eliza-
bethan custard. And Mar^- falls off her horse into a pig wallow.

"The Taming of the Shrew" tells how an aristocratic
wop made a bad tempered dame say "Uncle," and like it.
It is the granddaddy of a million and one screen romances.
Everyone will like it excepting perhaps ardent admirers
of the Bard. But it is also quite true that if they had liked
it the rest of the world would not. Smart Doug and Mary!

Mary is a lovely, storming Katherine. Somehow she
made us recall the hoyden in "Tess of the Storm Country.''
Doug is a boisterous woman tamer in the best manner of
Delsarte. His line delivery is e.xcellent.

But it isn't Shakespeare. Who cares? All Talkie.


IF your reaction is like ours when j-ou come out of the
theater after seeing this picture, you won't be discussing
whether Vera Kessler should have killed Arnold Hartman
or not. You will be willing to have it remain "Her Private
.\ffair." Your only thought will be, "What a glorious
creature this Ann Harding is!" Harry Bannister and Ann
Harding are husband and wife in real life, as in this picture.
This is Bannister's first screen appearance.

This picture deals with the problems of a young wife of
high social standing in Vienna, who kills a man who is
attempting blackmail. Did she do it deliberately or did
she think the gun was not loaded? Find out! If you leave
before the finish we hope you slip on a banana peel on the
wav out. All Talkie.

•y^ BIG TIME— Fox

THE market is flooded with pictures about small-time
hoofers with Big Time aspirations. It's a new type
of hero — but it's in danger of being done to death.

Having spoken our piece, we will break down and admit
that "Big Time," although rather more than first cousin to
"Burlesque," is darned good. Dialogue is bright and natural,
background realistic, and the players are so spontaneous
they manage to make the stor\' convincing.

Hats off and a deep bow to Lee Tracy. The boy who
clicked in the stage productions of "Broadway" and "Front
Page" takes to the movies like an actor to a spotlight.
He's great. Mae Clarke, as the little woman, brings a new
kind of charm to the screen. Stepin Fetchit and Daphne
PoUard contribute some hilarious amusement. All Talkie.


Sound or Silent, You Will Find the


— Warners

All Talkie



All Talkie

TWO things stand out about this gay picture. One is the
startling beauty of its all-Technicolor treatment. The other
is the fact that it has two catchy tunes. The picture people are
Conway Tearle and Lilyan Tashman, while Ann Pennington,
Winnie Lightner and Nancy Welford, from the stage, have the
fattest parts. A lavish story of life among the chorus girls of

TF you have not already shivered over this on the stage
-1-and if you found no fault with Bayard Veiller for bringing
"Man,' Dugan" to the screen verbatim from the play, then
you'll be absorbed. And you'll admit that Margaret Wycher-
ley, who created the role, gives a sincere performance, as the
fake medium. If you don't thrill over this, try reading
"Dracula" in a graveyard at midnight.

United Artists

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All Talkie

TALMADGE fans won't be disappointed in Norma's voice
in her first talkie. None of her charm is gone when she
speaks, but the story, which concerns a cheap comedienne and
her drunkard song-writer husband, is full of hokum. Gilbert
Roland, by the way, manages to speak without an accent, but
the big performance is given by John Wray, as the gangster.
Advised for Talmadge admirers.

NANCY CARROLL is excellent, but Buddy Rogers as a
man about town is not that Soiuiy Boy type so beloved by
the fans. He may prove disappointing to the girls. Buddy,
as a magician who crashes society, is said by the other charac-
ters to be clever, but not a single line proves it. And if you
can discover what Kay Francis is supposed to be we'll mail
you a prize. Interesting in spots.




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First National

All Talkie

IMAGINE a mystery play without a murder, a Hindu servant,
or an adequate solution! This serio-farce is interesting, with
cleverly turned situations. The cast sparkles with names,
although most of the participants have been allowed to take it
big. Madge Bellamy and Vera Reynolds return with pleasant
results. Robert Ellis is the philandering husband. Margaret
Livingston, George Lewis and Mary Doran are eflfective.


THE theme song in this one had to be coaxed in with a lump
of sugar. They really didn't need to make the effort. Re-
member Corinne GrifSth's excellent silent film "Classified"?
This is it, revived as a talkie for Dorothy Mackaill. The actors
wait between lines for laughs. The joke's on them, there aren't
any laughs, except those contributed by Jack Oakie and his
funny pan.

First and Best Screen Reviews Here



All Talkie




AH Talkie

LENORE ULRIC makes her talkie bow in this big and
exciting story of life among the Eskimos and dance halls
of the Far North in the 'nineties. Some of the studio ice is
hard to take, but the scenes in the dance halls and barrooms
of Nome are grand. Life sure was vivid in those gold rush
days! Hot melodrama, with Ulric as the half breed heroine
and Louis Wolheim excellent.

THEY must quit kicking Evelyn Brent around! She has
been photographed badly and is miscast. The honors
belong to Jack Oakie as the conceited small town baseball star
who makes good with the Yankees. It is adapted from Ring
Lardner's play, " Elmer the Great," and. amuses with bright
lines. Richard Gallagher and Gwen Lee score in supporting

United Artists

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All Talkie

THE moral of this play seems to be that if you're balmy you
may kidnap the baby and somebody else will be accused.
Only occasionally does the picture, which deals with three war

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