Glittering, Fascinating Junk: March 1-15, 1922

John Davidson and Mildred Harris in Fool’s Paradise

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley wrote a scathing review of a film by Cecil B. DeMille, a director whom she usually admired. Nevertheless, she thought Fool’s Paradise was so bad that even she had to pan it. She began her piece by explaining her admiration of the original source, Leonard Merrick’s short story “Laurels and the Lady:”

There’s no situation more pitiful in all of literature, it seems to me, than that of those two exiles, the befooled poet lover, a failure in his art, living in his fool’s paradise with the woman of the streets whom he believes to be the great singer of grand opera.

As long as the movie stuck to that story she thought it was fine, but:

Beyond that point it is mere glittering junk. Fascinating junk, to be sure, but paste as compared to the gem of purest ray serene* beside which it is set.

The blind lover, instead of dreaming to the end of his days the pitiful but merciful dream that the cook book is really his book of poems, accepted and published, has his sight restored, and pursues a lady, who has been changed by DeMille’s writers from a grand opera singer to a French dancer. His characters chase over the face of the earth in an unreal sequence, arriving at a spot designated with the convenient generality as “the ends of the earth” but which looks a little like the pictures of Burma we see in the travelogues [it was supposed to be Thailand].

There the dancer is studying the sacred dances of Buddha. Here we plainly see the writers pause with a hand on brow, up a stump. What next? “Ah, I know,” says one. “Crocodiles! Crocodiles have never been used! We can throw both the dancer’s lovers into the pit with them!”

DeMille directing Conrad Nagel and some crocodiles

She had a point: large reptiles are usually found in serials, not serious drama.  Then she wrote a bit that must have really hurt: she compared it unfavorably to DeMille’s brother’s recent film:

Do you remember the subject of Miss Lulu Bett, and what William de Mille did with it? Why could not Leonard Merrick’s story have been treated in the same intensive human way? It has a more striking central situation and just as much action. Ah, but then they couldn’t have put in all those glittering scenes, all those exotic dancers, all the beautiful emptiness! And I don’t suppose it would have run the six weeks which Fool’s Paradise is certain to.

Kingsley was nearly right: it played for four weeks in Los Angeles. Plainly her review didn’t keep anyone away. According to the Cecil B. DeMille website, it cost $291,367.56 and grossed $906,937.79. It’s interesting that she didn’t seem to be worried that he would get mad at her, and she’d lose access to him.

Her opinion wasn’t unusual. For example, Laurence Reid in Motion Picture News (December 24, 1921) wrote about the film’s move to the Far East, “these scenes are lavish in the extreme, but they serve no purpose in advancing the story. They merely dazzle the eye. The simple structure of the earlier sequence is lost in a maze of Oriental trappings.” However, he also recognized that the scenes had “box office value.”

Fool’s Paradise has been preserved at the Library of Congress, and DeMille biographer Robert Birchard called it “highly entertaining.” It recently played in Pordenone.

John Davidson

Kingsley had done her part to help publicize the movie. On its opening day, her interview with actor John Davidson, who played the dancer’s royal lover, appeared in the Times. He told her all about the crocodile scene: when DeMille offered him the part, he warned him about it, and said he’d have to be courageous. But he wasn’t completely prepared for how frightening it would be:

But, as they had been starved for some time they were fairly snappy, and the longest moments of my life were those I spent in the pit with the slimy creatures surrounding me, while I pretended to be unconscious and had my eyes closed. We had to do the scene three or four times, too, before Mr. DeMille got what he wanted.

Since he was playing a foreign king, she also asked him “why the women are all going crazy over you dashing, dark devils.” His reply wasn’t bad. He said they were more graceful and natural lovers, and more expressive:

Actors of the American school grit their teeth and clench their fists and that goes for everything, Women like more than one expression in their heroes. Then there is the mystery about foreign men, too—and women are proverbially curious. But the American woman’s common sense usually saves her. But don’t worry about the American woman’s worship of the foreign actor. Her good sense, as well as her sense of humor, will keep her straight. But I think he’s in for a long vogue.

He got that right: Valentino and similar actors were popular for the next few years. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to take advantage of it. John Davidson was born in Petrograd, Russia on December 25, 1886 and by the time he signed up for the 1917 draft, he’d become a naturalized American citizen. He told Kingsley that theatrical producer Charles Frohman was a family friend, and that he told him to attend the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City. He said he studied there for two years, then he was hired for a bit part in Lady Frederick with Ethel Barrymore. He got promoted to the juvenile role and toured with the production. He then went on to tour in several Frohman productions (I didn’t find any independent confirmation of any of this). He made his Broadway debut in 1911 in the comedy Excuse Me!, and in 1915 he made his film debut in The Alien, a George Beban film, and he went on to work in both movies and on the stage.

When Kingsley interviewed him in 1922 it was the high point of his film career. DeMille told reporters that he was going to train him to be a director, and he was in DeMille’s next film, Saturday Night, but they didn’t work together after that. He continued to work for Paramount Studios in both Los Angeles and New York, and in December 1923 he was back on Broadway, appearing in The Business Widow. He was a working actor for the next five decades. In the early 1930’s, Kingsley often mentioned seeing the handsome John Davidson at the Hollywood parties she reported on. He went to work for Republic Studios, playing villains in their Charlie Chan, Dick Tracey and Captain Marvel serials.  His career lasted so long that he worked in television, too. He retired in 1963 and died of heart failure on January 16, 1968.

*This is from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray. In 1922 she could assume movie review readers knew that!

Knowing When to Quit: February 16-28, 1922

Helen Ferguson

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley interviewed actress Helen Ferguson, ”a beautiful young woman with brains and a sense of humor that never misses a tick,” and learned all about shooting Westerns in out-of-the-way places in California. Ferguson let fans know that it really wasn’t glamorous:

When Miss Ferguson went recently to Big Bear to make a picture with William Russell, she was ill at the time with tonsillitis. “They kidded me into working,” she said. “I had to do some horseback stunts. Bill had to chase me around a tree on a horse. We had an awful time getting those scenes, because Bill’s horse was wild. Either I wouldn’t run around the right tree or Bill’s horse wouldn’t. I thought I should never get through those scenes.

Horses had caused her trouble for quite a while. She had learned to ride one on the first movie she made with Russell, Shod with Fire, in 1920. After her initial ride, of course she was sore. Her co-workers told her to walk five miles from the location to cure it, but that didn’t help. So Russell told her to come to a dance that evening, and she managed to dance a little with another limping actor, but she hurt more than ever. She told Kingsley, “The company said, ”Well, if you ride again tonight, you won’t be stiff.” That was the last straw. “When won’t I be stiff?” I demanded sarcastically.”

Of course, filmmaking wasn’t all working when you didn’t feel well. The crew sometimes made their own fun on horseback, but her story also showed why civilians should never let anyone film in their town:

Up at Pleasanton, where Miss Ferguson went with ‘Buck’ Jones, the company got started on a wild game of “Follow the Leader,” went right through the theater and onto the stage where a picture was showing. But the natives were good-natured, and received them with applause, made the players do stunts, and then ‘Buck’ treated everybody, audience and all, to ice cream cones.

She didn’t report what the theater owner had to say about the horses inside his theater. She also told Kingsley about another drawback to location shoots: if there was only one girl in the company, the men won’t pay any attention to her.

“For fear,” explains Miss Ferguson, “that the other men will think he is trying to steal her away from the others. So it’s not nearly as much fun as it sounds, being the only girl in the company. There’s a sort of sense of chivalry which binds the men together to protect the girl, but not to pay her too much attention.”

Helen Ferguson, 1917

Now she’s nearly forgotten, but Helen Ferguson had a pretty good career. She was born July 23, 1901, in Decatur, Illinois. * In her first interview in 1917 with Motography she told how she left high school and broke into films in 1915:

I visited the Essanay studio every day it was open for four months. They wouldn’t even give me a chance until one day, in a court-room scene, they had one vacant chair. They had pressed into service stage hands and everyone else obtainable to fill other seats and finally, in desperation, the director grabbed me for the last chair. That was the beginning. I made good as a court-room spectator, so I got extra work from time to time until finally I was a regular.

Her first credited role was as a pretty girl that Max Linder winks at in Max Wants a Divorce, a short comedy released in March 1917. She had a leading part in the feature Fools for Luck with Taylor Holmes which was released in October 1917, however Essanay soon closed their Chicago studio, so she first tried her luck on the East Coast, then moved to Los Angeles where she signed a contract with Fox. She was speaking to Kingsley because she’d gotten a new contract with Goldwyn in 1921. Her career was about to take off. She replaced the poor hopeful Ethel Kay in Hungry Hearts, and her good reviews for that helped her get the lead in dramas like The Flaming Hour (1922) and comedies like Racing Luck (1924).

William Russell and Helen Ferguson

She married her former co-star William Russell in 1925, but he died of pneumonia in 1929. She then married Richard L. Hargreaves, president of the Beverly Hills First National Bank, in 1930. She left film and became a stage actress, then retired from that in 1933. After Hargreaves died in 1941, she went on to a truly impressive second act: she became one of the top publicity agents in Hollywood, working with clients that included Henry Fonda, Barbara Stanwyek, Loretta Young, Pat O’Brien, Robert Taylor and Jeanette MacDonald. She retired from that in 1967 and died on March 14, 1977 in Clearwater, Florida.

Magda Lane

This month, Kingsley ran into someone who got out of acting even earlier in her career, and she also enjoyed her new line of work:

Some people aren’t worrying a bit about the fate of pictures, even if they did formerly work in them. Take Magda Lane, for instance, who used to play leads. Miss Lane has no wolves at her door these days. She has accepted a position as private secretary to a stock broker, and is not only doing that work but is also selling stock and taking in nice little commissions now and then. Yesterday when I met her on the street she showed me a check for $200 which she had just earned as commission.

“And I’m just as happy as I can be—wouldn’t go back into pictures for anything,” said Miss Lane. “No, I’m not a bit worried about people saying that I’ve gone into trade.”

I’m always impressed by people who know when to quit and try something new. Magdalene Baur was born on May 22, 1896 in Zurich, Switzerland to Sebastian and Marie Mangold Baur.** She immigrated to the United States on November 12, 1913 and went to her sister, Suzanne Linderman, in New York City. According to a studio publicity article, she was discovered by Carl Laemmle at the home of a mutual friend. She went to work for Universal in 1918 and she appeared in over 25 short Westerns there. Her biggest role was as The Mystery Woman in an Eddie Polo serial, Do or Die (1920). Better parts didn’t follow, so she got out of acting while the getting was good. A few months after she ran into Kingsley, the L.A. Times had another article about her post-Hollywood work. They wrote that after taking a course at a Los Angeles business college, she had:

forsaken a motion picture career for plain, honest-to-goodness, brass tacks business…Yesterday it was learned that the erstwhile star of the screen has accepted a position with the Motor Service Corporation. She is the Hollywood representative of that concern with offices at 6408 Hollywood Boulevard and has five—count ‘em, five—sales people working under her direction.

Baur married fellow car salesperson Percival Edward Chamberlin on June 13, 1924 in Detroit. He continued to work in the auto industry. By 1941 she was a housewife and they were living in Millersville, Maryland, near Baltimore, when she filed her naturalization papers. In 1944 he was working in the piston ring division of the Koppers Company. He died on May 3, 1946. She survived him for several decades, and died in Santa Barbara, California on August 6, 1984.

*Helen Ferguson was 8 years old when the 1910 census was taken, so I think that other online sources that give her birth year anywhere between 1892 and 1901 aren’t accurate.

Here’s Magda Lane’s passport photo from 1920. Even pretty actresses take bad ones!

**Other online sources have been led astray by Miss Lane’s hastily filed 1920 passport application.  On December 6, 1920 she was about to travel from New Orleans to Cuba to work on Do or Die, and she quickly needed a passport. It must have been more difficult for a foreign national to do the proper paperwork, so she signed an application that said she was born in San Francisco, and they got an assistant hotel manager as well as the company’s young stuntman, Jean E. Perkins, to attest that she and her parents were American citizens. I think the naturalization papers she filed in November 1941 are correct. They’re backed up by her 1924 marriage record and a 1913 passenger list.

“New Chicago Charmer,” Motography, October 6, 1917, p. 743.

“Quits Films for Business,” Los Angeles Times, May 24, 1922.

“Universal Favorite in New Polo Serial,” Moving Picture Weekly, May 21, 1921, p. 29.

100 Years of Speculation: February 1-15, 1922

William Desmond Taylor

One hundred years ago on February 2nd, Grace Kingsley wrote a brief item that with hindsight is really sad:

If William D. Taylor ever gets another vacation, I don’t suppose he will know what to do with himself. There’s none in sight now at any rate for him to stop and play marbles. He is to begin production Monday on W. Somerset Maugham’s original story, “The Ordeal,” adapted by Beulah Marie Dix, and in which Agnes Ayers will be the star.

Taylor never did direct The Ordeal, because the night before this appeared he was murdered. The crime still has not been solved. Paul Powell stepped in to direct the picture and it came out in May. The film business didn’t stop for anyone.

Mabel Normand’s photo appeared above the fold.

The following day the Los Angeles Times began to cover the story and Kingsley’s work was on the front-page for a second time (the first was about the Arbuckle scandal; the news about the deadlocked jury in his second trial shared the front page with the Taylor murder on February 3rd). She had attended a press conference given by the last known person who saw Taylor alive, Mabel Normand, and she described the event:

“Mabel Normand, seen at her home at Seventh Street and Vermont Avenue yesterday, was much agitated over the murder of her old friend, William D. Taylor. She gave a clear and frank statement of her movements Wednesday afternoon and evening. J.A. Waldron, the Mack Sennett studio manager, was with her all day, answering phone calls and receiving messages, Miss Normand stated.”

Mabel Normand, 1923

Kingsley went on to sum up Normand’s detailed statement. She had spent the afternoon downtown dealing with income taxes and banking, then she phoned home for messages. Taylor had called to say he had a book she’d wanted, so after buying some magazines and peanuts, her chauffeur drove her to his house. He was on the phone discussing his taxes, and she went in after he finished, at about five minutes after 7. The chatted about books, the upcoming cameraman’s ball, and his servant Henry Peavey’s legal trouble that meant he had to go to court the next day. She needed to be at the studio by 7 a.m. the next day, so he walked her out and they said good-bye. She went home, had dinner and was in bed and asleep by 8 p.m.

Normand first heard of his death from Edna Purviance, Chaplin’s co-star who lived next door to Taylor. She said, “Edna Purviance called me up this morning and said ‘Have you heard the terrible news? William D. Taylor’s valet is running up and down the court screaming he is dead. They say he died of heart failure.’ Afterward I learned he was murdered.”

Just like everybody else at the time, it seems like Normand was trying to put suspicion on Taylor’s former servant, Edward Sands.  She told the press, “I hear that Mr. Taylor told Mrs. Berger [his tax preparer] he wished that he had called off the warrant that he had against Sands. I understand that he felt apprehensive of harm from him. There were, I hear, all sorts of mysterious telephone calls and all that. Sands was one of those servile human beings apparently all devotion to Mr. Taylor.”

She said the legal trouble involved theft, blackmail and check forgery. She concluded her statement by denying that she and Taylor were engaged, though he had previously asked her to marry him. They had become “just good pals.”

Even the respectable L.A. Times sounded like a tabloid for this story. (February 3, 1922)

Normand was questioned, but police didn’t consider her a suspect. Nevertheless, her proximity to the scandal didn’t do her career any favors. It was still on her mind when she died of tuberculosis on February 23, 1930; she reportedly said, “Do you think God is going to let me die and not tell me who killed Bill Taylor?”

The unsolved murder of William Desmond Taylor has fascinated people for 100 years now. Since nobody has conclusively proven who shot him, the story has become an evergreen true-crime tale. I was astonished by how many theories there are out there: the sheer volume of research and writing produced from the case is impressive.  The most through examination is on Taylorology by Bruce Long, but there have been some podcasts, several books, and countless blog posts. Theories about the perpetrator have ranged from actress Mary Miles Minter, her mother Charlotte Selby, a mysterious group of drug dealers, and even the original suspect, Edward Sands, who was never heard from again. Simon Louvish has written a helpful summary of the case on his blog, William Desmond Taylor: His Life, Work, and Murder.

However, since even after years of research, Bruce Long couldn’t figure it out, I simply don’t have anything to add. Noted film historian David Bordwell wrote: “My own hunch is that too much evidence has been destroyed to permit a plausible conclusion.” Just like Miss Normand, nobody will be telling us who killed Bill Taylor.

Already At the Very Top: January 16-31, 1922

Harold Lloyd, 1921

One hundred years ago this week, Grace Kingsley announced that Harold Lloyd had arrived as a top comedy star when she wrote up his first long interview with the L.A. Times. There was only one other to compare him to:

Harold Lloyd has a personality much like that of Charlie Chaplin, except for Charlie’s moodiness. He kids about like Charlie and has Charlie’s magnetism and charm. He is reserved and shy with strangers, just as Chaplin is, but when he knows people well, he likes to talk.

Of course, Lloyd had turned up in her columns before, like when he got a new contract in March 1919 and when he injured his hand later that year. Kingsley also occasionally mentioned his shorts when the played with features she reviewed; for instance in 1918 she said his Sic’em Towser was “a lot of laughs.” She adored his final two-reeler, Never Weaken.

Lonesome Luke, 1915

Harold Lloyd had been acting in films since 1913, when he was hired as an extra for The Old Monk’s Tale. He met another extra, Hal Roach, and in 1915 when Roach started his own company he hired Lloyd to make one-reel comedies. Like many others, they began by making shorts similar to Chaplin’s, first featuring a Little Tramp-like character called Willie Work, then a similar one called Lonesome Luke. Luke was very popular, and they made 71 one-reelers. In 1917 they got tired of him and moved on to an original character, Lloyd’s “glasses” character, a hard-working boy next door who was always on his way to success. His films kept getting better and better, and now their years of work were paying off.

Kingsley’s article began with something surprising: people didn’t recognize Lloyd without his character’s glasses! She called them “those magic specs of Harold Lloyd’s” and she told her readers:

The Harold of the pictures is a serious young man in tortoise-rimmed glasses. The Harold Lloyd of real life is a smiling youth who has a friendly grin on his face most of the time…He is, in fact, as different in looks as possible from his comedy appearance. People do not recognize him readily, meeting him for the first time. I heard him kidded unmercifully at a party one night.

“Do you think you’re Harold Lloyd?” somebody asked him. He rose to the occasion and turned the joke.

“Sh!” he exclaimed. “I’m pretending to be!”

He told her that he was able to use this to his advantage.

“At the theaters where his pictures are being shown, usually nobody recognizes Lloyd, and he talks to people about himself and many a time with a view to finding out what they think of his work—what they like and what they dislike about it. The system is a good one, judging from the results, as Lloyd is now one of the two or three at the very top comedians.

“Yes, lately I’ve been fortunate in what I have overheard about myself,” said Lloyd. “But when I was playing Lonesome Luke—well, I felt pretty lonesome sometimes on overhearing people’s remarks. I want to forget that phase of my career!”

Harold and Gaylord Lloyd

This was Kingsley’s only reference to how he did his work, other than a mention that he could be a bad dancer when he was too busy thinking up gags. Her article’s purpose was to tell about his personality, so she visited him at home where he lived with several members of his family, including his brother Gaylord, his sister-in-law Maye Belle Gates Lloyd and their newborn son Gaylord Harold. Kingsley said that his hobbies were solving puzzles and doing parlor magic, and he hated fishing, but he went along with his friends when they went. But what he really enjoyed doing was home renovation. She observed:

The Lloyd’s house is really homey to the last degree.  You might just expect this comedian to spend the last of his days there, judging from his enthusiasm about improving it, and the atmosphere of comfort it gives out.

Kingsley was premature in her predication: this house at 369 S. Hoover Street was just practice, and he didn’t start building his dream house, Greenacres, until 1926. You can read all about it on Mary Mallory’s blog.

His permanent Christmas tree

Nevertheless, Lloyd in 1922 was very much the person he continued to be. He always insisted on having a Christmas tree. “That’s partly because when he was a little fellow, the family, which had always had a tree, was too poor to purchase one. He wept himself to sleep. Ever since that time, no matter what happened, there was a Christmas tree in the house.” After he moved to Greenacres, he put up a permanent Christmas tree there. Lea Stans at Silent-ology wrote all about it.

Lloyd was able to make his real estate dream come true because he stayed at the top until sound came. His first feature, A Sailor Made Man, had opened in Los Angeles on January 1st and it set an attendance record in its seven weeks at the Symphony Theater of 78,500 ticket-buyers. The record was promptly broken in June by his second feature, Grandma’s Boy, with 85,000 attendees, and all the rest of his films were incredibly popular. To learn more about Lloyd, visit Annette D’Agostino Lloyd’s blog, Harold Lloyd dot US

“Raises his own Attendance Mark,” Los Angeles Times, June 11, 1922.

A Different English Comedian: January 1-15, 1922

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley briefly announced yet another new arrival:

Lupino Lane, the English comedian, who has been appearing in Afgar, has arrived in California. He will at once commence work as a filmer with Fox.

People just kept coming to Hollywood to try their luck, but Lane had more reason than most to think he’d be a success: his style of acrobatic comedy works well in silent film.  I think the reason Kingsley kept it so short was that Afgar didn’t play in Los Angeles, and only the most dedicated readers of New York-based papers would have heard of him. Exhibitors’ Herald gave their readers a better introduction:

With his original and screamingly funny pranks and acrobatic works he broke through the toughened shell of the blasé first-nighters and make them hold their sides in laughter…Lupino Lane was not a sudden find or a comedy genius discovered overnight. He was dedicated to his career as a funmaker at 3 years of age. In keeping with English and Continental tradition, he is descended from a long aristocracy of stage folk.  He is a member of the famous family of Lupino whose name was famous at old Covent Garden.

Lupino Lane deserves more attention now. According to Matthew Ross, who blogs at The Lost Laugh, “Lupino Lane was a unique and wonderful performer, for my money one of the most underrated silent comedians… To watch a Lupino Lane comedy is to see centuries of comedy expertise distilled with concision, into a small but perfectly formed package.”

Father and son in pantomime: Jack and Jill, 1907-8

Exhibitors’ Herald was correct that he came from a famous stage family; Henry George Lupino was born June 16, 1892 to Harry and Charlotte Lane Lupino and both sides of his family were noted actors and theater managers in Great Britain. However, he managed to wait until he was 4 years old to make his debut, not 3. He changed his name at the request of his aunt Sara Lane, who didn’t want her surname to die out. He was to work steadily in show business for the rest of his life.

By 1915 he’d become a stage star, and he realized his act would work well on film. He made several shorts independently in the U.K. for the O.G. Film Company with some theatrical friends, filming during the day and appearing on stage at night. Then Ideal Films hired him, and between 1917 and 1919 he made more shorts, sometimes co-staring his wife Violet Blythe whom he married in 1917. Picture Show magazine called his Clarence Crooks and Chivalry (1919) “frolicsome” and said, “some of the stunts in it are said to out-rival anything attempted by the great Charlie Chaplin himself.” *

In 1920, he and Blythe made their American debuts in the show Agfar, a musical comedy with a Moorish setting and gorgeous costumes. Its main draw was the first appearance in the United States of a French actress, Alice Delysia, who was hugely popular in London, but according to the review in the New York Times, Lane held his own:

Stunning Delysia, however, was obliged to share the honors of the evening with Lupino Lane, one of those Lupinos whose comedy and knockabout talents have so long provided the most amusing interludes of the London pantomimes. He is not of a style familiar on this side of the water; he is perhaps best comparable to Fred Stone. He has all of Stone’s comedy knack and a good deal of his acrobatic talent, if not his versatility. Last night his acrobatics definitely halted the show in the first act.

A representative from the Fox studio caught a performance, and William Fox gave him a contract. He arrived in Hollywood in January 1922 where he made three shorts and one feature all directed by John Blystone, who had been making two-reel comedies with stars like Chester Conklin, Clyde Cook, and Tom Mix since 1915 (now he’s most famous for co-directing Buster Keaton’s Our Hospitality (1923), plus 70 other silent and sound features).

Theodore Roberts played Little Lord Fauntleroy in the Hollywood Follies

While Lane was in Los Angeles, he had got to perform on stage with all sorts of actors in the Hollywood Follies. Put on by the Screen Writers’ Guild, the all-volunteer performance on April 22nd was just for fun, not for a noble fundraising cause. L.A. Times film editor Edwin Schallert reviewed the “good-natured burlesques on the films, the censors, California and other things” that played to a packed house and said:

The time, so the program informed us, was any day except Sunday; the place was Hollywood, and the rest you may guess if you like, but it won’t be as much fun as if you had actually seen the Writer’s Revue, which was staged under the auspices of the screen scribes by the stars of the picture firmament last night at the Philharmonic Auditorium. You missed a new thrill and a lot of entertainment if you didn’t.

The satires on current films included Dumbbell Wives and The Four Horsemen of the Apothecary. Schallert singled out Lane’s D’Artagnan in a Three Musketeers sketch as a highlight. The closing act was Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks on the Nile in a sketch called Our Movie Queen; she “was accorded a tremendous ovation.”

Lane returned to the London stage before his movies were released. They got terrific reviews. The first one, The Reporter, came out on August 20th and Laurence Reid in Motion Picture News predicted he’d be as successful as Keaton and Clyde Cook. Furthermore:

The much advertised Lupino Lane and his first comedy will be accepted as clever entertainment everywhere. The English comedian has seemingly set a high standard for himself with his initial effort…Lane has something of Doug’s ability to execute stunts. He is not only a stunt artist, but he knows something about novel and up-to-date gags. One stunt, especially, will earn a big laugh. It shows Lane plodding along with a telegraph pole tied to his back and tumbling about the ground. His effort to adjust himself by pulling one leg over the other is good for a large guffaw anywhere.

Lane has arrived.

His second short, The Pirate, impressed Moving Picture World just as much:

Lupino Lane’s unique skill as a comedian scores again in this Fox release in two reels. As a minstrel in Venice he is a ragged romanticist, realizing the narrow line between pathos and humor, that always marks the work of the most successful comedian. He submits to a generous amount of ungentle treatment and gets some very ludicrous effects by contortionist stunts…This is an exceptionally good comedy.

Reviews for his third short, My Hero, haven’t been digitized yet

He also made a five-reel feature called A Friendly Husband. The plot involved Lane setting off on vacation with his wife in a travel trailer, and he manages to stay amiable even as their vacation is ruined by an assortment of her relatives joining them. Then he saves her from a gang of bandits. The movie came out in January 1923 and Exhibitors’ Trade Review anticipated great things for it:

Here is a comedy that should get over big in any place that it is shown. There are of course many of the laugh provoking stunts that have been used but also a wealth of new fun that is bound to please.

We imagine that there will be one continuous roar of laughter from the beginning to the end when this picture is shown to the public..Lupino Lane is a comedian of real worth and his ability to do this sort of thing is well displayed in this picture. He possesses every requirement of expression, acting before camera, and he is a clever acrobat.

A Friendly Husband (1923)

Both A Friendly Husband and The Pirate have been preserved at the Museum of Modern Art, New York.

After such good reviews, there were plans for him to come back to Hollywood. In October 1922, Motion Picture News reported that he wrote from London and said he’d be back in January 1923 for more film work. Unfortunately, according to Glenn Mitchell in the booklet accompanying a Lane DVD, while they did well with test audiences, the Fox films didn’t make money so the studio didn’t renew his contract.

Despite this, Lane went on to a very successful career.  He continued to be a star on the London stage, and he signed a contract to make shorts for Educational Films in 1925 where he stayed for four years. He also appeared in several features including Ernst Lubitsch’s The Love Parade (1929). He left Hollywood for good in 1931 and made films in the U.K. throughout the 1930’s. He also co-produced two big hits on stage, Twenty to One and Me and My Girl; the latter’s success made him rich. It featured a dance number, “The Lambeth Walk,” which became a fad around the world.

 

The dance was so big that they called the 1939 film The Lambeth Walk, not Me and My Girl.

Lupino Lane died on November 10, 1959 in London.

I think Lane is due for a revival, just like Charlie Bowers got a few years ago. Matthew Ross is working on a biography of him, and David Glass and David Wyatt put together a DVD with some of Lane’s Educational shorts. Here’s a trailer for it:

 

*Surprisingly, Lane wasn’t often compared to Chaplin in reviews, even though they were both from the English music hall tradition. Perhaps it was because by the early 1920’s Chaplin had moved away from acrobatic comedy. In 1915 he did perform a Charlie Chaplin number called “That Charlie Chaplin Walk” in the show Watch Your Step at the Empire, London, in which he and 20 members of the chorus were made up like the movie star. Variety reported “it scored strongly.”

 

“Delysia Resplendent,” New York Times, November 9, 1920.

“Educational Head is Here for Conference,” Los Angeles Times, July 12, 1925.

“A Friendly Husband,” Exhibitors’ Trade Review, January 20, 1923, p.425.

“Hollywood Follies Huge Local Premier,” Los Angeles Times, April 2, 1922.

“London’s Chaplin Number, Variety, September 15, 1915, p.4

“Lupino Lane Signed by Fox Film to Star in Two-Reel Special Comedies,” Exhibitors’ Herald, January 7, 1922, p. 55.

“Lupino Lane Signs with Fox,” Los Angeles Times, November 10, 1923.

“Lupino on the Screen,” The Picture Show, January 17, 1920, p. 3.

Laurence Reid, “The Reporter,” Motion Picture News, October 28, 1922, p. 2185.

Edwin Schallert, “Film Revue Real Frolic,” Los Angeles Times, April 23, 1922.

“The Pirate,” Moving Picture World, October 7, 1922, p. 509.

“Studio and Player Brevities,” Motion Picture News, October 28, 1922, p. 2206.

 

Cashing In on Notoriety: December 16-31, 1921

Fred Beauvais, Fred Bezerril and Christina McNulty in The Lonely Trail

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley reported on one man’s attempt to make some money from inconvenient and unexpected fame:

There’s been a great row on in New York between film exhibitors and the motion-picture theater owners’ chamber of commerce regarding the showing of the first film in which Fred Beauvais, Indian guide prominent in the Stillman divorce case, has appeared as a star. The picture is entitled The Lonely Trail.

The Shubert vaudeville people have taken the bit in their teeth, however, and announced yesterday that the picture will be shown at the Forty-Fourth Street Theater in New York beginning next week, in spite of the ban of the above-named organization.

Kingsley didn’t need to explain who the Stillmans were, the front section of the newspaper had been taking care of that for months. James A. Stillman had been the chairman of the National City Bank of New York, a position he’d inherited from his father, James Jewett Stillman, who when he died in 1918 was one of the richest men in America. (The movie director Whit Stillman is his great-grandson.) The younger Stillman married Anne Urquhart Potter in 1901 and they had four children. He was a philanderer, and on September 17, 1918 his mistress, show girl Florence Lawlor Leeds, gave birth to his son, Jay.

However, the tabloid-ready scandal didn’t begin until July 18, 1920 when he filed a suit against his wife, charging that their youngest son Guy had been fathered by Fred Beauvais, a man who worked at their hunting lodge in Lake Dawson, Quebec. The story really got going when she counter-sued him, accusing him of infidelity with Miss Leeds. 

This wire service photo from the film ran in many newspapers (Hanford Journal, December 31, 1921)

In the middle of the front page stories in New York’s Daily News that included evidence that he’d paid ‘attention’ to at least ten other women and a set of allegedly forged letters from the employee to Anne, Fred Beauvais decided that the newspapers shouldn’t be the only ones profiting from the situation so he made a movie. According to the New York Times, he not only starred in it but also “wrote the scenario himself, hired a camera man to shoot it and placed the completed film with a New York broker” in early November. They filmed on the Caughnawaga Reservation near Montreal, and in the woods near Trois Rivereres, Quebec, close to the hunting lodge, so the curious could see where it all allegedly happened, but the story wasn’t the Stillman story. Instead, according to the Film Daily review, the movie was about a Native American guide who “meets man who betrayed his sister but finally cannot bring himself to avenge the wrong because of his love for a white girl.”

Just as Kingsley reported, NYMPC passed The Lonely Trail on Monday, December 19th and in late December the Theater Owners Chamber of Commerce objected to it. A January 14 article in Exhibitors’ Herald clarified their position; they said the film itself “is harmless—in fact so harmless as to be almost inane. The injunction was made on the grounds that the theater owners objected to use a picture whose only value was the doubtful one of wide publicity given in the newspapers to the unsavory details of a divorce case.”

Primex Pictures bought The Lonely Trail and planned to distribute it. They managed to stay in business for one edition of the Motion Picture Studio Directory and Trade Annual, published in 1921.

Nevertheless, the film did play for a week at the 44th Street Theater on a spilt vaudeville/film bill, and the Shuberts planned to send it around their circuit.  The reviews were absolutely brutal. Film Daily titled theirs “Very crude attempt to make a motion picture” and called it “amateurish” and “feeble,” with a star who “cannot act and has no screen personality.” They also reported on the audience reaction:

Judging from the conversations overheard in a Broadway house where the picture is being shown, it would appear that curiosity will be the chief reason for the majority wanting to see the picture especially women who were overheard to remark on the star’s attractiveness or lack therof.

Fritz Tidden wrote in Moving Picture World that Beauvais’ acting was “so poor that it is ludicrous. He trotted out of the Canadian woods to go on parade, his open claim to fame being his notoriety. It is an insult to real stars of the screen…It commits the crime of killing motion picture entertainment. It is dull.” He concluded: “Back to the woods, Beauvais, and take the film with you.”

Harriette Underhill in the New York Tribune helpfully gave an example of how bad the movie was by quoting a title card: “He betrayed my sister and broke her heart, and after he bid her goodbye she learned he was a bad man who had ruined thousands.”

New York Times, January 1, 1922

‘Fred’ wrote the best summation of the film’s business prospects in Variety :

If there is enough curiosity regarding ‘the Indian guide,’ the picture will pull in money, which it evidently did at the Shubert 44th Street Monday (holiday) afternoon, but it will not entertain. As a picture it is one of the saddest bit of screen production shown anywhere near Broadway in a long, long time.

He also mentioned how they were selling the show:

A ballyhoo of Indians was used in front of the house, but Broadway Indians are not as impervious to the cold as those of the North Woods. It wasn’t long before they were in the lobby hugging a couple of steam radiators.

Poor Broadway Indians! During the film’s run, Variety reported that New York censors did order all references to the Stillman case to be removed from advertising of The Lonely Trail. William A. Brady, president of the Motion Picture Association said,

If Clara Harmon and Roscoe Arbuckle are barred by popular sentiment from appearing on the screen the same holds good in the case of Fred Beauvais…If one can become famous through murder, divorce or scandal, then encouragement only goes to spread the present wave of crime.

Between the bad reviews and the limit on advertising, the film didn’t make as much money as they’d hoped. In mid-February Exhibitors’ Herald reported:

One week of it seemed to satisfy the Shuberts and The Lonely Trail ended right there, so far as the Shuberts were concerned. Now the Primex Pictures Corporation is suing for $4800 for breach of contract, the plaintiff company alleging it was guaranteed twelve weeks’ booking on Shubert time.

On March 3rd Variety said that the judge granted a motion to dismiss the case, because the complaint was faultily drawn. It looks like they never filed an amended complaint.

The Lonely Trail did play for one night in a few random theaters, including at the Bijou in Hammond, Indiana on February 18, 1922 and the Ingomar in Alexandria, Virginia on June 1, 1922.

Eventually the scandal wrapped up. In September 1922 the court found that there was no justification of adultery against Anne Stillman, and Guy was James Stillman’s legitimate child and could not be disinherited. His divorce suit was denied; she later withdrew hers and they tried to reconcile. They were both dropped from the social register. In 1926, after Florence Leeds brought a suit against James Stillman, he was forced to acknowledged Jay Ward Leeds was his son and he agreed to child support.

In 1931, Anna Stillman finally got her divorce on the grounds of infidelity. On the same day it was granted, she married Fowler McCormick. He was the heir to the International Harvester millions, 21 years younger than she was, and a family friend who had served as her son’s best man at his wedding. A pretty good novel could be based on her eventful life.

Fred Beauvais went on to sue James Stillman in 1926 for $500,00 for “libel, slander, and defamation of character.” He said that the bad publicity he’d gotten made people refuse to hire him as a guide. The 1940 Voters List said that Fred K. Beauvais lived in Saint Lawrence, Quebec, and his job was listed as “gentleman,” so perhaps they settled out of court. The 1965 Voters List placed him on the Indian Reserve of Caughnawaga and he was working as a night watchman. He died on December 20, 1971, age 78.

News readers still follow the twists and turns in modern celebrity divorces. But once they’re done, the scandals aren’t remembered like the ones involving murder. It seems like people only want fresh divorce dramas, not recycled ones.

“Between You and Me,” Moving Picture World, January 28, 1922, p. 403.

“Beauvais’ Film Suit,” Variety, February 3, 1922, p.3.

“Beauvais Suit,” Variety, March 3, 1922, p.15.

“Beauvais to be Seen on Screen,” Los Angeles Times, December 19, 1921.

“Beauvais to Star in Broadway Movie,” New York Times, December 22, 1921.

“Board Bar Reference to Stillman Divorce in Beauvais Feature Ads,” Exhibitors’ Herald, January 14, 1922, p. 33.

‘Fred.,’ “The Lonely Trail,” Variety, January 6, 1922, p.43.

‘Fred.,’ “New Shows This Week: 44th St.,” Variety, January 6, 1922, p.21.

“Half-Breed Guide Named by Stillman in Divorce Suit,” New York Times, March 12, 1921.

“J.A. Stillman Sue for $500,00 by Guide,” New York Times, September 9, 1926.

“Mrs. J.A. Stillman Gets Divorce, Weds Fowler M’Cormick,” New York Times, June 6, 1931.

“Mrs. Stillman Film Star,” Los Angeles Times, May 25, 1921.

“News of the Films,” Variety, January 6, 1921, p.44.

“Shuberts May Adopt Spilt Program Over Entire Chain,” Exhibitors’ Herald, January 14, 1922, p. 35.

Fritz Tidden, “Newest Reviews and Commets,” Moving Picture World, January 14, 1922, p. 205.

Harriette Underhill, “On the Screen,” New York Tribune, January 4, 1922.

“Very Crude Attempt to Make a Motion Picture.” Film Daily, January 15, 1922, p. 7.

“The Week in New York,” Exhibitors’ Herald, February 18, 1922, p. 36.

A Coming Attraction: December 1-15, 1921

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley got to visit the set of The Prisoner of Zenda. She had announced the film was starting production on October 4th, when she got “a glimpse of the scenario for the picture, which has already been completed by Mary O’Hara, reveal[ing] the tremendous scale on which it will be filmed.” The studio also promised elaborate sets, fabulous costumes, big stars and enormous crowd scenes. Since early publicity had helped with the success of director Rex Ingram’s earlier Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the studio was happy to invite her to see the shoot for herself.

Alice Terry and Rex Ingram

Zenda was already such a popular story that she didn’t need to tell her readers the several-times-adapted-to-theater-and-film plot of Anthony Hope’s 1894 novel, which involves a king kidnapped by his evil brother and a look-alike tourist who steps in as a temporary substitute. She could assume they all knew who King Rudolf, Grand Duke Michael, and Mr. Rassendyll were, so she began by calling the shoot Ingram’s honeymoon, because he’d married his leading actress Alice Terry in the middle of it. In his interview, he was in his best promotion mode, saying “I believe this is the greatest love story which has ever been put on the screen.” She also reported that he felt he had discovered the secret to making a popular historical drama; he said:

“Characterization is the thing. The trouble with costume plays in the early days, and the thing that killed them with the public was that people in the were mere animated costumes.”

He went on to tell her about how much effort they were putting in to making the film realistic, even though it was set in Ruritaina, a fictional kingdom. The experts advising them included John Howell, former valet to King Edward VII; Ingram told Kingsley:

“He can tell you everything about a king’s behavior from the way he behaves when he gets up in the morning and goes into his cabinet, to the etiquette regarding calling up the family physician to cure the royal stomach-ache.”

Handsome uniforms!

He’d also hired Col. Sterrett Ford to make sure the military detail was correct, even though the “army of soldiers wearing handsome new uniforms which cost $80,000, who are used principally for decorative purposes, as there are no war scenes in the picture.”

Another new star

While hanging out on the set, Kingsley also got to chat with an up-and-coming new star Ramon Samaniegos. She wrote:

This Samoniegos is a brilliant new screen personality whom Ingram has lately discovered. He will doubtless become a star following the release of Zenda, according to Ingram, who certainly does know how to choose his players. Even as Valentino was made by The Four Horsemen, so it seems likely now that this handsome young Spaniard will become world-famous overnight. He said “Now sometimes I’m so happy I’m unhappy!”

Samoniegos was different from most of the other up-and-comers Kingsley wrote about, because after a name change to Novarro, he did become a star. His most famous role was the lead in Ben Hur (1925). Unfortunately, now he’s mostly known for his tragic death—he was murdered in 1968.

Kingsley concluded: “But the play’s the thing. And in The Prisoner of Zenda Rex Ingram and Metro have a sure-fire story.”

In February, they released a photo of Mr. Samoniegos. He changed his last name to Novarro just before Zenda came out.

It’s remarkable how much work studio publicity departments put in to ballyhooing their big films (and how accommodating the press was to all their material). Zenda wasn’t in theaters until nearly a year later, but they kept up a steady flow of information about it before then.

Exhibitors’ Herald ran photos from the film in late April

In April the company issued a press release promising an amazing spectacle that got widely quoted. Exhibitors’ Trade Review wrote about some of the film’s impressive statistics, from the salaries (“probably the most heart-breaking a task as any in the making of The Prisoner of Zenda was the writing of checks. Signing the post-office payroll is not unlike it,”) to the 23,000 people who worked on in, in one way or another. Its scenario contained 1622 pages of single-spaced typewritten material, and so many extras appeared in the big scenes that Ingram had to use a radiophone communicate with the assistant directors to direct them. The costumes for the principles in the coronation scene alone cost $105,000, and just that took two weeks to shoot. The film’s total cost came to $1,118,453.16. No expense was spared! I guess they thought that people would like to see what a million dollars looked like on the screen.

New York based L.A. Times writer Frederic James Smith got to attend the trade preview, but his response probably wasn’t what they were looking for. He wrote:

the good old Anthony Hope marshmallow adventure did not stir us overmuch. Metro apparently slathered on the dollars in making the picture and Rex has tried to escape his penchant for beautiful dramaless pictures in favor of action, but the results don’t measure up to The Four Horsemen…The much-touted Ramon Samaniegos reminds us of a successful dentist—and nothing more.

Oddly enough, Mr. S’s father was a dentist. Nevertheless, the trade papers viewed it through a different lens: they thought that Zenda would sell loads of tickets. Film Daily said:

There is enough romance, drama, adventure and love interest in The Prisoner of Zenda for several big features, but Rex Ingram kept them carefully knitted together and as a result has welded a splendid box office, sure fire picture which Metro will release for the coming season.

They also liked Samaniegos/Novarro more than Smith did, saying “he is a devilish villain, but on the whole very charming.”

Los Angeles Times, September 17, 1922

The film arrived in Los Angeles in September, and naturally Kingsley didn’t get to review it. Her editor Edwin Schallert wrote a mixed review, saying:

Mr. Ingram’s picture is an earnest effort to visualize the events of the story and something of its stimulating charm. he hasn’t caught the delicate aroma—the bouquet of the original, but he has manufactured a palatable substitute. In the main, his Zenda is zestful, and in the artistry of sets and imitations of sets, and in types it possesses great pictorial allurement, while the actual drama evinces more climax than Mr. Ingram has heretofore been able to put on screen…What seems particularly lacking in the picture are the finer semblances of reality. I don’t know that the original story showed these in any greater degree fundamentally, but we weren’t so aware that the characters were made out of pasteboard…There are flashes of ability from Ramon Navarro, the much-heralded find of Mr. Ingram, but for the most part he indulges in clownish mugging.

Nevertheless, the film was on Film Daily Yearbook’s Top Ten Best Films of 1922 list and it did sell plenty of tickets. Zenda is available on DVD now, but according to Fritzi Kramer it suffers in comparison to the 1937 version (but honestly, most movies do).

It was so popular that Lewis Selznick made a version of the novel’s sequel in 1923, but it didn’t involve anyone who worked on Zenda. It’s a lost film. It might seem odd that they didn’t do the same in 1938, but the story is much too sad: too many characters die who ought not.

“Ingram has Produced Another Real Picture in This One,” Film Daily, April 30, 1922, p. 3.

Grace Kingsley, “Flashes: Rex Ingram’s Nest,” Los Angeles Times, October 5, 1921.

Edwin Schallert, “Reviews: Myths and Fancies,” Los Angeles Times, September 18, 1922.

Frederic James Smith, “Color Film Sensation,” Los Angeles Times, April 30, 1922.

“Statistics of Prisoner of Zenda,” Exhibitors’ Trade Review, April 15, 1922, p.1390.

One Way to Sell a Screenplay: November 16-30, 1921

Louis V. Eytinge, circa 1910

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley reported on the success of an unusual first-time screenwriter:

From behind the grim doors of the State penitentiary, at Florence Ariz., has come a scenario so clever, so appealing, so full of penetrating realism, that the Universal Film Manufacturing Company has felt impelled to accept it. The scenario is by a man serving a life sentence. His name is Louis V. Eytinge, and the name of his story is “Peter Man.” Peter Man is the slang term in crookdom for a safe-blower, and naturally the hero of the story is a crook, inasmuch as Eytinge has made a special study of the men about him, of their wasted lives, their ways, their philosophies and their petty prejudices.

Just as it happens, Eytinge has had the luck to sell the first story he ever wrote, or rather the first he has submitted. He has been working for many months past at writing and is completing the fourteenth year of his life sentence.

Sixteen years ago Louis Eytinge, scion of a good family and a man of the world, was sent to the penitentiary on a charge of forgery. Never very strong, he contracted tuberculosis, and his sentence was shortened to two years. His family sent him to Arizona for his health. A year later he came across a man he had known as a pal behind the bleak walls of the Ohio prison. They revived their friendship. Then one day the body of the pal was found by a cattleman, and Eytinge was convicted on circumstantial evidence of having slain him.

Remarkably, some of the information Kingsley got from the Universal press release about Eytinge is consistent with other newspaper stories, as well as a biographical article written by Old West historian Leo W. Banks. He called him “a forger, swindler, liar and playboy, probably the most talented and cold-blooded con man early Arizona ever knew.”

The short version of the story is that Louis Victor Eytinge was born in Dayton, Ohio in 1878 to Harry Eytinge, an actor, and Ida Seebohm Eytinge, his much younger drama student wife. Louis didn’t join the family business, instead he became a criminal and he served five years for forgery in Ohio. He did contract tuberculosis, and after he was released in 1907, he went to Phoenix, Arizona. Soon after he arrived, he went on a picnic in the desert with John Leicht, who didn’t return. After the decomposing body was found, Eytinge claimed he’d died by suicide. The murder trial fascinated Arizona newspapers. He was convicted on June 4, 1907 and sentenced to life in prison. He spent 16 years locked up, first in Yuma then in Florence. There he built a thriving mail-order business for prisoner-produced goods, as well as a direct-mail advertising business. He also wrote articles for magazines, often about prison reform.

Exhibitors’ Herald, April 22, 1922, p. 60

His next world to conquer was the movies (apparently, everybody who writes has to try that at some point). So he enrolled in the Palmer scriptwriting course by mail. After his screenplay sold, the company didn’t mind having their name associated with a convicted murderer; instead Fredrick Palmer gave Moving Picture World a letter in which Eytinge gave all credit to that method for his success. He wrote:

My early experience with the Palmer Course was exhilarating. You sent me my first rejection slip, and that served to reduce the egoism that infected Eytinge…The critical comments on my returned scripts were clear, concise and based upon a ripened experience. More than this the Palmer experts did not stop at pointing out defects in my work, for they prescribed remedies and offered serviceable suggestions. It has been a peculiar pleasure to have relations with all the Palmer people and a joy to tackle the task of re-writing and rebuilding, until at last, the reward is here and success in sight.

Gee, he really was good at writing advertising copy! Universal assigned Tod Browning to direct the film and Herbert Rawlinson to star in it, and they quickly completed it. The studio changed the title, because according to Moving Picture Weekly “no one but crooks and detectives understand the meaning of the title “Peterman” and unfortunately these two classes of individuals constitute a very small proportion of those who see moving pictures.” Called The Man Under Cover, the movie told the story of two criminals who are interrupted in a nighttime bank robbery by finding the manager dead by suicide. They learn that he killed himself because he lost the bank’s money to con men selling shares in a fake oil well so the crooks decide to go straight, beat the con men at their own game, and return the money to the townspeople.

Grace Kingsley really enjoyed the finished film, which has been preserved at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. She wrote:

Down in Florence Penitentiary Louis Victor Eytinge gazes wistfully out of the window. That is, when they let him. He’s a lifer. So he couldn’t hear the laughter nor fell the thrills that ran through the audience yesterday at the Superba when his picture story, The Man Under Cover, unrolled itself on the screen. The story is not tragedy. It is comedy—bright, sparkling, human, entirely engaging comedy.

Tod Browning and the author have given a new tang to their clever play by holding back revelations and making you use your brains a bit. The subtitles are full of snap and wise cracks. Together with the swift and original action, they keep the house laughing and on the qui vive.

The Man Under Cover is sure to be a great success.

Other critics liked it, but nobody else thought it was a comedy. Maybe it’s because they went to trade screenings in New York instead of seeing it with a regular audience. Exhibitors’ Herald said, “if you are in the market for a refreshingly original crook play, hop out and get this one…It has everything the showman wants in the way of plot, sentiment and good swift action.” Mary Kelly in Moving Picture World wrote:

 With its big dramatic punch, consisting of a scene in which a promoter plays a spectacular hoax on the public to get even with a swindler, this feature has an appeal similar to the Wallingford pictures. It has the thrill of an uncertain business venture, and although not entirely new, is as unhackneyed enough to be popular with many.

Louis V. Eytinge, undated

The Man Under Cover was Eytinge’s only screenplay credit. He got paroled in December 1922, and according to the New York Times, he’d been offered a well-paid job at an advertising firm. Apparently that didn’t work out, because he went back to forgery and conning women out of their savings. Eventually in 1933 he was convicted in Los Angeles of grand theft after he stole money from a nurse. He was released in 1938 and he died in Pennsylvania on December 17, 1938, probably from heart failure.

“Convicts to Select Title for Film,” Moving Picture Weekly, March 4, 1922, p. 17.

Mary Kelly, “The Man Under Cover,” Moving Picture World, April 15, 1922,  p. 760.

Grace Kingsley, “Convict Pens Play that is Sparkling,” Los Angeles Times, May 1, 1922.

“Man Under Cover,” Exhibitors’ Herald, April 29, 1922, p.58.

“Murderer is Freed to be Advertiser,” New York Times, December 31, 1922.

“Palmer Photoplay Sells Big Scenario to Universal Company,” Moving Picture World, December 10, 1921, p.668.

“Rawlinson has an Interesting Crook Story for Latest Vehicle,” Film Daily, April 9, 1922, p.15.

Unable to Move with the Times: November 1-15, 1921

They visited the Penrod set (Exhibitors’ Herald, December 3, 1921, p.36.)

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley reported on the Hollywood arrival of an authentic film pioneer and his favorite actress:

Modestly disclaiming her title of the English Mary Pickford, yet occupying in the heart of the English public very much the place which Mary Pickford occupies in ours, Alma Taylor, British screen star, arrived in Los Angeles and is registered at the Alexandria. She may decide to make pictures here, she says.

Miss Taylor, who is a beautiful young girl of demiblond type, is accompanied by her mother and by her director, Cecil Hepworth, of Hepworth Pictures Corporation, of England. Her director, having faith that the young lady will become as popular throughout the world as any American star, declares that he and Miss Taylor are here looking over the ground with a view possibly to returning this winter and producing pictures. During their present stay they will remain only a week, returning to New York, and thence to England.

“I want not only to make pictures for England, but for the world,” said Miss Taylor earnestly. “And,” she continued modestly, “one must travel to California and see American methods at their best in order to learn those things which shall make us able to compete with Americans.” During the coming week Miss Taylor will visit various studios with her director.

It’s interesting to learn that the most English of all early directors had ambitions to crack the American market! That didn’t work out for him, but he was still important to film history without it.

Cecil Milton Hepworth was “perhaps the leading figure in British silent cinema,” according to film historian Luke McKernan. Born in 1874 in London, England, his father, Thomas Hepworth, was a traveling magic lantern lecturer. The younger Hepworth got his start in moving pictures in 1896 as an assistant to camera inventor/filmmaker Birt Acres. In 1898 he moved to producer Charles Urban’s company. After he got fired in 1899, he and his cousin Monty Wicks started their own production company, Hepwix, later renamed the Hepworth Manufacturing Company, and it became the biggest British film production company before the first world war. In 1905 they had a huge international hit with Rescued by Rover – it was so successful that he had to re-shoot the film twice because they wore out the negatives making prints.

After the war he continued to make features like Alf’s Button (1920) that sold lots of tickets in the United Kingdom, but not in the United States. So it’s no wonder he wanted to see if he could change that. Hepworth, Taylor, her mother Kate, and William Reed, a Hepworth company executive, arrived in New York in late October 1921. Hepworth told Motion Picture News that “it was his intention to produce for a broader market and that this was largely the purpose of his trip.” From there they traveled to Montreal, then to Los Angeles where they visited studios and attended some parties.* In his 1951 autobiography Came the Dawn, Hepworth didn’t have a lot to say about his trip to America. He mentioned that Charlie Chaplin traveled on the same boat to New York as they did, and they saw him at his studio in Los Angeles “and had many most interesting talks with him on his production and allied subjects.” They took the train back to New York and left for London on January 17, 1922.

Before he left, Hepworth arranged for a press screening of Alf’s Button and the response from a Film Daily writer explains why the story of a solider who finds a wish-granting button couldn’t even get distribution: it was just too slow for American audiences. Although it had reportedly made the Prince of Wales laugh, it had “poor direction” and a “badly constructed script,” therefore “just how American audiences can be expected to find the picture amusing when there are such fun makers as Lloyd, Chaplin, Keaton and a few others capable of drawing continuous laughs is hard to say.”

Hepworth responded to this criticism with a somewhat confusing essay in Motion Picture News. It shows that he wasn’t interested in learning new things on his trip, he just became more confirmed in his own opinions. He thought that one of the biggest troubles with the films of 1922 was “their gradual divorcement from reality” for

the aim of every good director is to build up gradually, on the sure foundation of reality and experience, a towering structure of beauty, interest and entertainment peopled with living, breathing human creatures living such lives as real people live and doing such things as human beings do or may be believed to do. But there are many directors who have left that sure foundation far, far below them.

He hated the current trend of quick editing and what he thought was the excessive use of close-ups, then he praised himself for using fades between scenes instead of cuts (he thought they were too distracting). Furthermore, make-up on actors was “the greatest destroyer of illusion that we suffer from today.” He wanted the rest of the film industry to be different because he certainly wasn’t going to change.

Hepworth didn’t return to Los Angeles in the winter of 1922 to make movies, as he told Kingsley he might. Instead he tried to get funding for a new company, Hepworth Picture Plays. He launched it in 1922, but in his autobiography he said, “it was almost still-born for it was very badly undersubscribed…I alone am to blame for the unhappy result.”

However, he did manage to make Comin’ Thro’ the Rye (1923). It was a box office failure in U.K. and was never distributed in the U.S. The American fan magazine Photoplay reviewed it in 1925 and said, “in picture production it is about thirty years behind American films. The story is poor, the settings are poor, the costumes are poor, the acting is worse and the whole thing just gives one a desire to shoot everybody that had a hand in its making.” Now in academic film circles it’s greatly respected and considered an important part of the formation of the British national cinema.

Hepworth didn’t stop trying. In 1923 he signed a deal with Burr Nickle, a small states rights distributor, to distribute eight of his features in the U.S. Nickle opened an office in Los Angeles and previewed three of them at the Ambassador Theater in January: Sunken Rocks, Tansy, and Bargains. Nothing came of it and according to Film Daily, they terminated their agreement at some point before February 1924. Hepworth made one more feature, The House of Marney (1927). But as Luke McKernan observed, “he followed the typical pattern of an innovator unable to move with the times.” After Hepworth Picture Plays went bankrupt, he directed trailers and lectured on film history. He died on February 9, 1953.

Alma Taylor in 1921

Alma Taylor also didn’t return to Hollywood. Alma Louise Taylor was born January 3, 1895 in London to John and Kate Taylor. Her father was a metal broker. She started acting in Hepworth’s films in 1907, when she was 12. She appeared in over 150 shorts and features for the Hepworth Company, usually playing girls and girlish women. In a 1915 poll by Pictures and the Picturegoer fan magazine, she was the most popular British-born star (Chaplin came in second).

Alma Taylor in The Shadow of Egypt—she played an artist’s wife who was not at all like a Hepworth heroine.

After Hepworth’s company went bankrupt, she starred in her first film away from him, The Shadow of Egypt (1924). Shot on location, she wrote an essay about it and wearing make-up for the first time for P&P and said, “despite the terrific heat and the attacks of mosquitos, Egypt impressed me very much indeed.” She continued to act in films and on stage, moving on to smaller, more matronly parts. Her final film was A Night to Remember (1958).

In 1935 she helped to demonstrate television transmission at the Crystal Palace in London. She spent nine months working for John Baird, who invented the first working color TV system (The Journal of the Association of Cine-Technicians, August 1935, p.25.) She didn’t just move with the times, she was ahead of them!

She married Leonard Avery in June 1936. Leonard Avery Grimes was born on May 31, 1869 in Queensland, Australia. He enrolled in Wadham College, Oxford, in 1889. He became a physician and was a house surgeon at St. George’s Hospital in London. Taylor was his second wife; he was married to Helen Mary Reeves in 1899, and they had three children: John, Philip and Cynthia. At some point between 1899 and 1901, they changed their last name to Avery. When he married Taylor he was working for Horlicks (the malted milk powder company) as a medical advisor.

They traveled to Australia in June 1937 and stayed a few years. She was in the newspapers several times (hooray for Trove!) including this photo in the The Sun (Sydney), January 12, 1939.

Leonard Avery died in 1953, and Alma Taylor died in 1974.

If you’d like more information about Cecil Hepworth, visit Cecil Hepworth: Cinema’s Forgotten Pioneer, an online exhibit from the Elmbridge Museum.

Other critics loved it too.

The actual Mary Pickford had a premier this month, and even though its subject was as old-fashioned as a Hepworth film, Kingsley really enjoyed it:

Not since Stella Maris has Mary Pickford shown her acting ability as she does in Little Lord Fauntleroy, which opened at the Mission yesterday. And I say this despite the fact that a mother crying with her hand over her mid-Victorian bodice because her small son is going to have his curls cut off, is a bit out of date. Also in spite of the fact that the normal tendency among human beings is to want to kill a boy who is as sweet as Lord Fauntleroy.

But Little Lord Fauntleroy is a great picture. It is great largely because Mary Pickford is great. The double roles of the tender young mother and the quaint, friendly little Cedric shows the wide range of this star’s amazing talent.

However, even super-Pickford fan Kingsley had to admit:

 Infinitely absorbing, charming and appealing as is Little Lord Fauntleroy, but it has one big fault. It is too lengthy and seems to drag in spots. Many shots could be cut out, and many scenes could be cut down without impairing the clarity or the charm of the story and this would not only render it unique, as it is now, but indeed quite perfect.

I suspect that one big fault is what’s keeping modern reviewers away from it, even though it’s available on DVD. Fauntleroy is nearly two hours long, and there are too many other, more zippy Pickford movies to write about.

 

* Years later Taylor told an Australian journalist about seeing Chaplin at a Hollywood party: “Even when he was entertaining his friends at a big party, and making them convulsive with laughter with his acting I always was conscious of a terrible undercurrent of sadness and tragedy…Being the great man of Hollywood is no fun for Chaplin. He is more or less always surrounded by a body guard because people have done the most ridiculous things, even to throwing themselves under his car to get in touch with him and then play on his sympathies so that he would help them. I remember in Hollywood when we went to parties there would always be a man sitting in the front of the car with a revolver on his lap, just in case of trouble.” What a change from the days when Grace Kingsley could run into him coming out of a theater and have a chat.

 

“Actress Who Televised Duchess of Kent,” Daily Telegraph (Sydney), June 25, 1937.

“Alf’s Button,” Film Daily, February 19, 1922, p. 10.

“Burr Nickle to Release Here,” Los Angeles Times, January 8, 1923.

“A Film Pioneer,” West Australian (Perth), June 1, 1937.

Hepworth, Cecil M. Came the Dawn: Memories of a Film Pioneer. London: Phoenix House Ltd., 1951.

Hepworth, Cecil M. “Director Points Out Defects in Production,” Motion Picture News, November 25, 1922, p.2647.

“Hepworth and Alma Taylor Here,” Exhibitors’ Trade Review, October 29, 1921, p.1503.

“Hepworth, Noted British Producer, Here,” Motion Picture News, October 29, 1921, p.2276.

“Hepworth Prod. Formed,” Film Daily, February 6, 1924.

“Historical Production is Novelty,” Los Angeles Times, November 5, 1922,

“The Most Interesting Man I Ever Met—Charlie Chaplin,” The Sun (Sydney), July 28, 1938.

“Personal Pages, The Herald (Melbourne), June 18, 1937.

“Sailing Tomorrow,” Film Daily, January 16, 1922, p.1.

“The Shadow Stage,” Photoplay, March 1925, p.104.

 Taylor, Alma. “The Land of Mystery,” Pictures and the Picturegoer, January 1925, p.58.

A Trip Through Wonderland: October 16-31, 1921

One hundred years ago this month, Grace Kingsley reported on yet another new arrival. For a change, she wasn’t an actress:

Ethel Sands, who has been writing a series of articles for Picture-Play Magazine, arrived in Los Angeles a day or two ago, and will be a guest of the Studio Club for the next few weeks while she gathers material in our studios for another series of “Adventures in Movieland.”

Miss Sands is not a professional writer, except by chance. She is just a fan who has worshiped the stars from afar since the early days of motion pictures. Many a motion-picture star has answered her request for an autographed photograph with a personal letter, because her letters are always so interesting and so full of genuine enthusiasm.

It was, indeed, her letters to the editor of Picture-Play that led to her present visit. They were so entertaining that he decided to have her write for his readers.

There followed many adventures for Ethel Sands. She made a test picture with Corinne Griffith; she appeared as an extra in a picture with Bert Lytell; she went shopping with Elsie Ferguson for the many wonderful gowns in Footlights; and the one and only D.W. Griffith invited her to Mamaroneck, N.Y. and showed her his studio. All these adventures she has already written of in Picture-Play, and now she has come to California to get some fresh thrills.

Ethel Sands did indeed get those fresh thrills, and her thoughts about them were published from March 1922 to March 1923 among other long-running series like “The Revelations of a Star’s Wife” and Kingsley’s own “Romances of Famous Film Folk.” * In the May 1922 issue of Picture-Play the editors said why they had commissioned it: they wanted their readers to feel that the magazine belonged to them, and Sands’ adventures were “a veritable trip through the wonderland seen as you would see it.”

Bebe Daniels’ mother accompanied her to a location shoot, and they had a pleasant chat.

However, a cynical modern person like me notices that her description of the film industry and its inner workings was incredibly wholesome and innocent at a time when the Arbuckle and William Desmond Taylor scandals were raging. The Hollywood she wrote about was a place where star’s mothers cooked cozy dinners for their quiet parties, a big day out was a trip to the beach boardwalk, and everybody worked very hard. There wasn’t one cocktail or sex pest in sight!

A wild Hollywood party with Helen Ferguson. Noted stills photographer Donald Biddle Keyes took pictures of her adventures. Mary Mallory wrote a biographical article about him for her blog. 

Ethel Sands really was an ordinary movie fan. Her parents Paul and Louise Rodriguez named her Ethel Pauline when she was born in Manhattan, New York on March 10, 1901. Her father was a steam fitter. By 1910 her father had died and she was living in Queens where her mother was a live-in housekeeper for widower Clarence Miller (he was then a railroad flag man and later a house painter) and his four children. On April 2, 1912 her mother married Miller and by 1915 they’d moved to Plainfield, New Jersey.

In her first Picture-Play article (February 1921) Sands told how she got the job:

It’s funny how things will just be going on in a drab sort of fashion, and then all of a sudden something wonderful will happen that simply changes your whole life. That was the way with me; I’d been going to school and reading library books and spending my allowance on tickets to the movies—and then right out of a clear sky came a letter from the editor of Picture-Play, saying that he’d been interested in the letters I’d written to the magazine, and that he’d decided that I was a typical fan. And he went on to say that he’d like to have me come to New York and go to different studios, meeting the stars, seeing how pictures are made—all that sort of thing—and then write down my impressions of what I saw for Picture-Play. Well, you can imagine how excited I was.

Already, some of this wasn’t true. According to the census, by early 1920 she was 19 years old, had already finished her schooling, and was working as a saleslady in a department store. Perhaps they wanted her to seem younger than she was. I also don’t know why the editors didn’t want to use her real last name (she signed the one published letter I found “Ethel Rodriguez”), but I suspect that they thought their readers were prejudiced against Spanish and Mexican people.

Before she arrived in Los Angeles she had written a multi-part series about meeting East coast based film stars that Kingsley mentioned, and according to the fan letters the magazine published it was popular. Cora May Brentner of Cairo, Illinois wrote:

 When you started running the story of Ethel Sands’ adventures in the motion-picture studios, I just thought to myself that some reporter was going to try to be funny. I had a terrible suspicion that the whole thing was a fake! But before I had read very far in her first article, I knew she was real. In fact, she was the realest writer I had ever read, because she found out just the sort of things I’d like to if I were in her place.

Betty Phillips from London, England agreed: “Miss Sands tells us just what we really want to know about the movie folk and makes them seem very real people indeed.”

She had “simple, wholesome fun” with Harold Lloyd

Sands continued to seem real, and really enthusiastic, in her reports from Hollywood. She wrote “My, but it’s exciting—meeting one famous person right after another!” That’s exactly what she did during her many adventures, which included:

  • A surprise airplane ride with Betty Compson when they were supposed to be having tea (“It was a glorious sensation—I felt like a skyrocket!”);
  • Five visits to location shoots, including Buster Keaton’s in Chatsworth Park for The Paleface and Bebe Daniels’ on the water near San Pedro for A Game Chicken (“On a location trip everyone in the company seems to feel as though they’re out on a picnic, and you can get acquainted much better than in a studio.”);
  • Looking at the star’s homes with Lila Lee and Theodore Roberts (“They seem to be fond of having everything foreign…The streets are lined with palm, pepper, and eucalyptus trees—the strange types of houses all colors of the rainbow—seem so unfamiliar we almost forget we’re in the U.S.”);
  • Having dinner at Colleen Moore’s house (“the most enthusiastic person I have ever met in or out of pictures”) with her mother and grandmother, then a trip to the circus;
  • Visiting Santa Monica and Venice Beaches with Harold Lloyd and Mildred Davis, where they bought balloons, ate hot dogs and cotton candy, and rode roller coasters, bumper cars, and flying boats. (“No one can ever tell me movie stars, no matter how famous they are, can’t enjoy simple, wholesome fun.”);
  • Attending a dinner party with Helen Ferguson at her mother’s house where they played parlor games and ate ice cream after dinner (“Parties are one of the main features of life in Hollywood, you know…It might have been any informal gathering back in my own town, except that the movie folks seem to get more fun out of things.”).
Sands had her hair done exactly like Gloria Swanson’s by Hattie Wilson, the stylist at Lasky Studio. To learn more about Wilson, visit Donna Hill’s blog

She noted every detail, down to what was in the box lunch served on the Bebe Daniels’ shoot: “a pint bottle of milk, two different kinds of meat sandwiches, a piece of cake or pastry, a bag of potato chips, some crackers, and an apple.”

She got to work as an extra in a bazaar scene of an Alice Lake film, Kisses. She appeared in a beautiful black gown with full hair and make-up, and she could even be seen in the finished film. She reported that they had to do the scenes several times and everybody but her was tired–she speculated that they were worried about their next jobs–and the director, Maxwell Karger, was yelling and tearing his hair out.

Her name was on the cover when her Valentino article appeared

However, her biggest thrill was meeting Rudolph Valentino on the set of Moran of the Lady Letty.  It was quite an experience:

He speaks in a low, deep, steady voice with just the slightest trace of an accent which makes it all the more alluring. I don’t know just what it was he said at first, because all I could do was just stare as if I was hypnotized. Then I looked at Dorothy Dalton [his co-star] to see if she was being affected that way too, but she didn’t seem a bit dazed, strange as it may seem, and was arguing about what was the hardest part of learning to ride horseback.

Then a publicist decided that Valentino should teach her how to ride. The studio’s wardrobe department loaned her riding clothes and a few days later they went to the Beverly Hills Riding Academy. The lesson didn’t go very well; he was quite patient, but she barely managed to stay on her horse. However, she was able to tell the fans exactly what they wanted to know:

When he looks at you his gaze is steady and inscrutable. In real life his eyes are more enigmatic than expressive, I think. He rarely changes his expression, it being nearly always a calm, rather somber look which keeps you puzzled and wondering just what are his real thoughts and feelings—except when he suddenly flashes a smile and coming unexpectedly as it does, you are more or less dazzled.

He revealed that he didn’t really like his role in Moran, and she mentioned that he smoked a great deal. He drove her back to the Studio Club and told her “it was a great pleasure.” She said she remained dazed for days after.

She finished up her series with an article called “What My Movie Adventures Taught Me.” She felt that her trip was a “post-graduate course,” and summed up her new knowledge:

I had an idea that life in Hollywood must be exactly like a Cecil De Mille picture…Perhaps it’s because his pictures overflow with riches and extravagance, and to the uninitiated the film business seems to be one of wealth and extravagance galore with its million-dollar productions and thousand-dollar-a-week salaries…It’s so hard to realize that film players are just regular human beings. The screen gives them such and illusive quality that they seem a people apart, just as most of Mr. De Mille’s characters, for example, are so different from any people we know. But my first ride through Hollywood dispelled my preconceived ideas about it. It looks like such a nice, new, little town you’d wonder how you could have ever thought such wild things about it.

She hadn’t realized how much people worried about the success of their pictures, but she wasn’t disillusioned about the industry: “to know the truth about the movies helps you to a clearer understanding of the business, to appreciate the best in pictures and players, to discriminate and lavish your admiration on that which is worthy.”

Ethel Sands seems like a nice young lady with plenty of enthusiasm. I think her articles presented what people wanted to believe the movie industry was like, and I’m glad that she had the opportunity to see and do so much. I’m sure it was a change from the department store.

Valentino in 1924

She returned to the pages of Picture-Play a few more times with articles from a fan’s point of view. In the June 1924 issue she reported on her visit to the set of Valentino’s Monsieur Beauclaire on Long Island to find out if he had changed. She wrote, “he seems older and not so boyishly handsome as he was two years ago but his smile has the same dazzeling effect.” Nevertheless, he was “the same unassuming and fascinating young man that he was before.” In August 1925 they published her interviews with up-and-coming actresses Mary Brian and Esther Ralston. Her final article appeared in the December 1925 issue. Entitled “A Fan Returns to Movieland,” she visited the set of A Kiss for Cinderella at the Lasky Studio in New York and she was still thrilled to be reporting on movie making.

In early 1926 Sands married Andrew John Krog, who was a public health inspector for Plainfield, New Jersey. In 1930 she was working as a trimmer in a hat factory. She had a daughter, Sandra Joan, in the mid-1930s. Ethel Krog died in Houston, Texas on January 3, 1977, where she had moved to in 1973 to be near her daughter and two grandsons. Her obituary mentioned that she “had been a writer for Picture-Play magazine and had met and interviewed many famous stars of the silent period.”

Charlie Chaplin’s house in 1921

Sands didn’t get to meet all of the famous people: she only got to see the outside of the house belonging to the star of Kingsley’s most glowing review this month. Charlie Chaplin lived in:

the most fascinating little place, at the summit of a hill all by itself, with little turrets and towers—it looks just right for the king of the movies to live in. To me it seems for all the world like a little castle in Spain.

Kingsley loved The Idle Class, and so did the audience:

It’s quite impossible on seeing Chaplin in his latest picture not to make the old rubber-stamp remark. “There’s only one Charlie Chaplin!” His comicality impresses you afresh, his sure touch of humor is clean-cut as ever, the deft, crisp way of landing comedy points so that they never miss fire tickle your ribs just the same as though seen for the first time. Its sparkling spontaneity never could happen in a comedian’s first picture; its clean-cut humor wasn’t born of a brain groping its way in an initial venture. In other words, it’s a work of art.

Crowds who roared with joy greeted the picture yesterday, the Kinema echoing with laughter at Chaplin.

Surprisingly, The Idle Class played for only two weeks when Harold Lloyd’s Never Weaken ran for seven at a rival theater. During its first week the main feature sounds like it wouldn’t have hurt ticket sales; Kingsley enjoyed Bing Bang Boom with David Butler, a “Charles Ray type.” It told the story of a young man who buys a run-down hotel, then makes a fortune by converting it to a weight-loss spa –“which tale sounds commonplace, but is delightfully told with just a strong enough thread of suspense to hold you, and with a score of fresh twists in the unfolding.” However, during the second week the added feature was The Seranade, a melodrama of the mission days that “had been pieced together from the good old dramatic hokum barrel, and I think they used up all the hokum there was, too.” Nevertheless, Kingsley reminded her readers that even though The Idle Class didn’t have the drawing power of Shoulder Arms or The Kid, “from any other comedian it would be considered a knockout.” Chaplin would make only two more shorts, Payday (1922) and The Pilgrim (1923), before he switched permanently to features.

 

* Kingsley wasn’t the only one moonlighting, her boss Edwin Schallert worked there too and he later became the editor.

 

Unfortunately, the March, October, and November 1922 issues of Picture-Play aren’t yet in the Media Digital History Database. Among the missing adventures are a trip to Wallace Reid’s house and interviews with the Talmadge sisters.

“Mrs. Ethel Sands Krog,” Courier-News, January 15, 1977, p.5.

Ethel Sands, “A Fan Returns to Movieland,” Picture-Play, December 1925, pp.50-53, 98.

Ethel Sands, “Has Valentino Changed?” Picture-Play, June 1924, pp.21-23, 114.

Ethel Sands, “Representing the Younger Set,” Picture-Play, August 1925, pp.24, 100, 109.

“To Whom Does a Magazine Belong?” Picture-Play, May 1922, p.6.

“What the Fans Think,” Picture-Play, July 1921, p.72.

“What the Fans Think,” Picture-Play, September 1921, p.72.