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Cathay. Alas, alack! It is the irony of fate that he is the
lawyer called to defend her when she is arrested. Now,
don't get excited. This is a different "trial" scene. Ian
Keith plays the difficult role of Cathay, while Otto Matiesen
and Bela Lugosi also have important roles. Ferenc Molnar's
play becomes effective screen entertainment and Corinne
Griffith is quite adorable. Part Talkie.


Sound or Silent, You Will Find the



All Talkie

the black

All Talkie

WITHOUT George Bancroft and Josef von Sternberg, this
would have been just another gangster yarn. But Ban-
croft gives it realism; von Sternberg artistry. A best-of-the-
month, but crowded over here by six other good films. Fay
Wray sheds the crinolines, and the silence, and steps out as
a very fast young lady with a lovely voice. She and Richard
Arlen, who is e.xcellent, .supply the romance.

HOW Captain King saved India from the mad hordes across
the Himalayas. Tretty extravagant and unconsciously
hilarious when the brusque captain (Victor McLaglen) makes
love to the goddess of the Khyber Pass hillmen (Myrna Loy).
McLaglen is not fitted for this sort of role. The film has two
superb opening reels, showing the Black Watch entraining in
London. Miss Loy is good as Yasmani, the mountain girl leader.


All Talkie




All Talkie

TAKE off those drooping moustaches, Warner Oland, we
know you. And you too, Jean Arthur, even if you do walk
around in a hypnotic state. And that big curtain with the
blood-stained dragon — why, it's onh- a prop. Yessir, this is one
of those mystery yarns that don't carry conviction. As the
title would lead you to believe, this concerns an old Chinese
badie with the most ripping methods of committing murder.

RUTH CHATTERTON, who has done such tense, dramatic
work in her recent pictures, has an opportunity for some
delightful shadings in the picture version of Maugham's " Mar-
riage Holiday." Clive Brook is excellent as the physician-hus-
band who plays a little with his wife's best friend, the beautiful
Mary Nolan. Bill Powell gives his usual suave performance
— this time as the ''other man." Delightful entertainment.





All Talkie

DON'T be skeptical. Lon Chaney actually drives that en-
gine and, if you don't believe it, he'll show you his honorary
membership in the brotherhood. His only disguise is grey hair
and moustache. As usual, he turns in a sturdy performance.
And, this is your last chance to see Phyllis Haver on the screen.
She retired, you know, when she became Mrs. William Seaman.
Snow storms, train wrecks and floods. Good entertainment.


A TAWDRY tale which, if done smartly, would have devel-
oped into a good satirical comedy. Here it is just hokum
written around a theme song. A shrewd showgirl with brains
takes the snooty Philadelphia Faircbilds down the line and
makes 'em like it. They oppose her marriage to Jack Fairchild
until she delves into their private life. Dolores Costello needs
better material and direction than she gets here.

First and Best Screen Reviews Here


First National

All Talkie


All Talkie

A FRENCH magistrate in a small town in Cochin-China
finds himself unable to secure promotion, regardless of
ability. He is married to a beautiful woman, but she doesn't
have the inside dope on how to promote a husband's "career."
Her attempts to practice the usual method brings disaster.
Billie Dove radiates beauty; Carmel Myers sings a lovely song;
Antonio Moreno makes love nicely. Fairly good suspense.

THIS romance of a British officer and his colonel's wife out
in India is a bit disappointing. The picture lacks the work-
manlike touch which has lately identified several outstanding
Paramount productions. It is Esther Ralston's first all talkie,
and she's very beautiful. Richard Dix plays with dignified re-
straint. O. P. Heggie, whose performance in "The Letter" was
so fine, is splendid as Colonel Daiigan. Expertly synchronized.


All Talkie




All Talkie

THE Marx Brothers are photographed and sounded in their
Broadway musical comedy of this title. The thing has been
screened in tola, painted back drops and all. This shows signs
of hurried production, but Groucho Marx is funny in his rapid
fire wise-cracking and there are hilarious moments. His
brothers lend assistance. Mary Eaton and Oscar Shaw are
present but buried beneath the ^larx antics. Fairly good.

THIS is another revival. The original was made seven years
ago with Milton Sills in the lead. In the Warner-Vitaphone
revival, Monte Blue plays the frightful looking gangster (it's
all done with putty and theatrical glue) whose face and soul
are re-made by plastic surgery and Alice Day, respectively. A
fair crook yarn (aren't we getting familiar with our underworld?)
with Betty Compson as scheming and beautiful as ever.










A VIVID action story of seal piracy in the Bering Sea. A
crooked young sailor plans a raid on the government seal
rookeries. He precedes his crew to St. Paul's Island, where the
natives find that he's the lost son of the founder of the island.
The determined crew lands, mutinies, and the boy fights for his
family traditions. Boy, what a fight! Short 6«/ sweet! Charles
Morton and Leila Hyams head the excellent cast.

WHEN Jaime Del Rio wrote this story, it looked like good
picture material. The final achievement, however, is
divested of value except for the intriguing title. It takes more
than modern credulity to believe a city girl would give up the
Gay White Way for a home too small to bathe in. Mary
Astor is beautiful and Bob Armstrong's smile tones down his
villainy. Mild entertainment. [ please turn TO page 110 ]


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As no solutions may be entered before the fourth set of puzzi!
pictures appears, it is suggested that contestants merely pin
their solutions together until the conclusion. This will permit
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Each cut puzzle picture is a portrait of a well-known motion
picture actor or actress.

/'"T'^ROM the little gal of Hoot Gibson's Westerns to leading woman for John Barrymore — ■
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The hair is a blonde, she has eyes of deep blue —
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The mouth has been married for two happy years
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3 AND 4
The hair's a New Yorker — and she's a brunette—
"The eyes have appeared close to love;
The mouth has been often — too often! — miscast.
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The hair is soft brown, with a light golden sheen, The hair went to school in a convent; the eyts
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The mouth is quite new to the films — and her voice The mouth posed for artists, and once on the stage-
In a talkie was recently heard! She's the loveliest star, some folks say!


Two of them are rmirrted, two of them are r\ol.

Three of them were born ir\ the East.

Two gicls went to Zteg^eld's best ,fintshtr\g school,

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One starred in a number of fine costume p/uyj.

And one shows the ftafiper with all her wild ways.

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The hair went to college — the old U- of K. — The h^ir is from England — was there on the stage;

The eyes did two parts from Van Dine. The eyes have a seven year child —

The mouth was twice married; his last romance grew The rr^outh plays the trombone (don't take it too hard-

In a picture of Russia — 'twas fine! For he's otherwise quite undefiled!)

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Arvi all are the sort for which womenfolk fall:

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/f^ sixteen, Joan Bennett ran away from school and married. At seventeen she was the mother
^^yi of a daughter. And now at eighteen, she is divorced. On the opposite page you will find
the story of a refreshingly unconventional and interesting young actress, who is determined
to live up to the traditions of a daring and fascinating stage family



Joan Bennett has no

further use for this

thing called love

By Marquis Busby

WHEN Joan Bennett was sixteen she packed her
nightie and her toothbrush and walked calmlj' away
from her boarding school in Versailles, bound for
London, a certain romantic swain, and marriage.
At seventeen "a little stranger" joined the family. Now, just
past eighteen, Joan is in Hollywood with a divorce and well on
her way to screen fame. She was Ronald Colman's leading lady
in "Bulldog Drummond," and will appear in "Three Live
Ghosts" and "Disraeli." Before these pictures she played a
small part with William Boyd in "Power."

Now, isn't that a mark for all properly ambitious girls to aim
at? Yes, she still has the baby, a beautiful little girl now at the
"faw down" stage. The baby was a constant source of embar-
rassment to the Goldwyn publicity offices during the filming of
" Bulldog Drummond." An eighteen-year-old leading lady had
no business with a healthy infant, nor even an unhealthy one,
for that matter. So baby was kept in the background. Joan
herself is intensely proud of her daughter.

It would be surprising to discover a daughter of Richard
Bennett to be lacking in at least the rudiments of practical,
everyday sophistication. Bennett plrc was shocking prim
maiden aunts fifteen years ago in Brieux's play-preachment,
"Damaged Goods," and even today, when it seems like a dull
evening, he indulges in caustic curtain talks about critics so
benighted as to disapprove of his plays.

Joan, the youngest of the Bennett daughters three, is no blot
on the family 'scutcheon. She is a poised young woman of the
world with amazing chameleon gray-green eyes, and a manner
as cool as a cucumber — at once a protection to the lady and a
challenge to all up and coming young men.

" Father was furious when I married," Joan explained to me.
"He thought that I was too young, and would live to rue the
day, so to speak. I never have and I never shall. Every girl,
I suppose, has thoughts of marriage and babies. It's one of
those experiences one has to have. Well, I've had it, and it's
all over with. I don't think I shall marry again. I'm glad I
tried it while I was young. Of course, being the youngest of

Joan Bennett, in-
spiration of all
the mysterious
adventure in
"Bulldog Drum-
mond," is eigh-

the Bennett sisters, I would be the first to make father a grand-

With every opportunity to follow a stage career, this golden-
haired, svelte Joan grew up without any burning desire to bear
the flaming torch of histrionics to new heights. During her
boarding school days in Waterbury, Conn., she was always
taking part in amateur theatricals but her favorite studies were
languages and music. She was quite sure that her career was to
become the wife of some nice young man and settle down in a
cottage covered with roses and mortgages.

" My decision to go on the stage was a rather sudden affair,"
Joan smiled, and those smiles are all to the good. "Father gave
me a role in the play in which he is now appearing, 'Jarnegan.'
I played a bad girl who died in the second act. There was
another bad girl who died in the first act. I thought I might as
well spend as much of the evening as possible. On the last night
of 'Jarnegan' in New York, John Considine was in the audience
and offered me the leading role with Ronald Cohnan in 'Bull-
dog Drummond.' "

SINCE Joan came to Hollywood she has been joined by her
two sisters, although each of the girls maintains her own sepa-
rate establishment. Constance Bennett, well known in Para-
moimt pictures four years ago and who, at that time, had no love
for the fair and sunny Hollywood, will make pictures for Pathe.
Barbara Bennett, dancing partner of the late Maurice and now
married to Morton Downey, the tenor, will appear in RKO
productions. It is the first time in several years that the girls
have been together in the same city.

Joan's sophisticated bearing and her splendid speaking voice,
are undoubtedly the result of years of association with stage
people, and the polishing-off process of European schooling.

"When we girls were very young father used to engage a
governess and take us about with him on road tours. I can
remember being taken on the stage by father when he made
curtain bows at the close of 'Damaged Goods.' I was three
then. I have always been about [ ple.i^se turn to page 119 ]


H-jow They Manage

Joan Crawford planned her house as
the setting for a perpetual honeymoon



Wells' "Outline of History," Lud-
wig's "Life of Napoleon." "Yes, I
am really reading them," says Joan,
smilingly. "Doug is crazy about
Napoleon just now — "

The dining room, guiltless of rugs,
is pure Spanish — large, antique table,
twelve chairs, sideboard, chinacloset,
all matching. A tall, painted screen
guards the door from the pantry.
Green drapes shroud the tall French
windows leading out to the patio.

The sun porch has windows on
three sides, and is furnished with a
gay rug, comfortable chairs, little
tables — and shelves galore, all within
reaching distance.

These shelves are the home of
Joan's toys. You never saw such a
wonderful collection of toys, outside
of a department store at Christmas
time. One precious doll, with lovely
long hair, used to belong to Joan's
grandmother — but most of the toys
are modern, diabolically clever,

A gay rug, colorful pillows and drapes, lamps and
comfortable chairs and settees make Joan's sun-
porch an attractive place at any hour. The shelves
hold her collection of dolls and toyland animals

JOAN CRAWFORD'S charming ten-room house at Brent-
wood Park was prepared for its master many weeks —
perhaps many months — before Joan and Douglas Fair-
banks, Jr., as bride and groom, returned from New York.
They were quietly married in that city on June 3rd, as all
the world now knows.

One approaches the house over rustic stepping-stones, across
a broad, velvety lawn, and through a Spanish patio to the front
door. The bright brass knocker on this door represents two
heads, male and female, lips pressed in a long kiss.

Joan herself is quite liable to answer the door, with home-like
informality. If it is daytime, she will probably be wearing a
little sleeveless sport dress and a gay sweater.

The floor of the hall, and of the dining room leading directly
from it, is of terra-cotta tiles. A precious old carved Italian
chest forms a seat in the hall.

The living room is carpeted in soft green, with rich, brocaded
silk drapes hanging from ceiling to floor at the French windows.
The center of the room is bare, giving an impression of space.
Two settees, upholstered in the same gold fabric used for the
curtains, form a nook at the fireplace; a low, round table, laden
with smoking paraphernalia, is between them. Other golden
chairs, a green divan, and tiny Italian occasional tables, are
arranged in confidential mood near the walls — and a grand
piano, covered with a rich Burmese drape, supports a large
picture of Joan and young Doug together, near a huge vase of

A few books in this room, on low tables near cosy chairs — •



-«>-, t^^m wm^l^Vm wtlff'v^.fSmi



These gates separate the living and dining rooms
in modern fashion. And, as you'll agree, the grill
work isn't the only thing decorating the archway


Their IiQ^.es

Alma Whitaker

irresistibly funny. A life-size hen
that cackles and lays an egg! A
life-size baby pig, that walks and
grunts! Teddy bears of every
shape and size — with provocative
expressions. Rag dogs, rag dolls,
gorgeous lady dolls, clowns that
sing — and, at the end of the porch,
a little table about two feet high,
with four chairs, and four funny
dolls seated in them — with the
table laid for dinner. This last
outfit was the gift of Doug, Jr.,
last Christmas. A monster elec-
tric railroad, with complete equip-
ment — Joan's Christmas gift to
Doug, Jr.

The mistress and the new master of the house stop
to admire the beauty of the informal patio garden,
abounding with shrubs and bright flowers. A foun-
tain, in the image of a lovely dryad, malies tinkling
music here

"We play with them for hours and hours," confesses

A second patio garden lies outside of this porch, with a
fountain in the middle, and flowers and shrubbery galore.
" I'm going to plant some high shrubbery beyond, to shut
out the vacant lot next door," explains Joan.

Next the tiny breakfast room — with a pair of twitter-
ing love-birds in the window, flirting away in a gilded

Joan has quite a household of pets. Beside the birds,
there is "Coquette," the Chow pug, named after Mary
Pickford's picture — Mary, [ please turn to page 84 ]

The little stairway, decorated with
colored tiles, that leads to the entrance
hall. Oddly shaped windows and door-
ways, beamed ceilings and tiled floors add
much to the beauty of this house

Exquisitely wrought laces, dainty painted
furniture, closets that are models of
orderliness. These make Joan's bedroom
a charming place. She is an industrious
housewife as well as a successful actress



Wherein a twenty-minute egg

discovers that not all movie

stars have marshmallow heads

and muscles


R. Van Buren

'Tug" Monahan

THE mellow chimes of a gilt-edged Parisian clock sounded midnight
as a man and a woman entered the magnificent pavilion and paused
for a moment, as though dazzled by the cascade of light that streamed
like honey from the lofty crystal chandeliers.

Then, without speaking, they began their fateful pilgrimage down the
thick, claret colored rug, watched by careless eyes from the triple tier of
marble balconies spaced by Moorish arches. On they went, unheeding the
richly tasselled hangings of blue and olive, the uniformed sentries, the gal-
leries of regal paintings, the patrician outline of satin covered furniture.

The girl walked with the remoteness of a French aristocrat, her rather
plain face transfigured by a rapt idealism; the man plodded beside her with
head bowed in thought, enormous hands clenched, until a sound like hushed
thunder warned him that a multitude was pouring through the doors behind

He had barely grasped the girl's arm before the mob was barking at their
heels, sweeping them helplessly forward, not to a guillotine, but into the
crisp gloom of an autumn evening in Detroit, for the show was over.

A biting wind hurried them along Bagley Avenue, but although INIiss
Sadie Allen's legs were protected by only the sheerest chiffon, she showed no
sign of returning to normalcy until Grand Circus Park was reached.

Once there she allowed her dreamy brown eyes to wander casually over
her hulking escort; then, wincing at this mundane spectacle, they vaulted
once more to the heavens and a long, luxurious sigh escaped from her gen-
erous mouth.

"Gee," she murmured, "but he certainly is swell!"

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