Evening Star Newspaper, April 29, 1930, Page 29

COMING TO HIM. THE KID WHO HAD TO LEARN HIS BALL N THE STREET MOVIES AND MOVIE PEOPLE BY MOLLIE MERRICK. HOLLYWOQD, April 20 (NAN.A).~ A1l quiet on this celluloic front. lue Monday, and the colony wearily return- ing to the round of the week's work. Fresh sunburn, stale jokes, and one of those sudden slumps in gossip which Lanlnlly prove to be forerunners of a ndslide. Mary Pickford starting te shoot her picture, and Harold Lloyd about to ave Hollywood with a company of 50 en route to the Hawailan gro here his new comedy will have some scenes. Lila Lee, leading lady for Lon Chaney, about to get that divorce which the colony has heard so much about it had eompletely forgotten it was not an ac- eomplished fact. Teaming stars is not such an easy iness as one might think. Teams almost make themselves. There is a rapport between personalities which in- evitably finds its way to the audience. Kay PFrancis and Bill Powell seem to enjoy playing opposite each other, so the public enjoys seeing them. They are moderns, sophisticates to a certain extent, intelligent and good looking. ‘They both excel in the smart sort of thing, although Powell has been detec~ tivized of late. 1f the two go on as they have Inrhm. there is every reason to believe that here would be one of the most popular teams cinema. There was an en- deavor to make a pair of ‘“glorious young lovers” out of Fay Wray and Gary Cooper once upon a time. It was » glorious flop. The -oys and girls, who are the final arbiters of such things, could not see it that way. So several hundreds of thousands of dollars of fllhflclcy and previous plans had to go to the limbo of forgotten things. Kay Francis is one of the tallest girls in pictures. She is also one of the most striking. She maintains that per- fect figure which so many sigh over without troubling to forego even such delights as ice cream as a daily feature of luncheon. Her shining, dark hair is severely done. Her green eyes have the added charm of intelligence as a background to their amazing beauty. She has lure 8. Lessens. 0. Dowa with: French. gm deity of Norse Pantheon. dress. Flutter. . Part of skeleton. 18, Norwegian. B9, Genus of tallless amphibians, 80, Watchful, $3. Prince of devils, Pranchise. . Prench plural article. 3. & seometricas Are 83. A geom: 3 86. Made & speech. $7. Oty of West Nevada. 89. The coral of lobster. Alsskan city. . Most arid. , Leaves of species of cassis. . Those wutmv of choice. . A 3 3 oomumel: archaic. 65, Exactness in form. CEIE] o8] 1 St MN[D V2D ECIO} gtflflflflfla 3C] to her lips and flawless teeth. Her one ambition is to play in the cinema the sort of thing Katherine Cornell has made popular on the stage. Come to | think of it, there is a striking resem- blance between the two—Katherine Cornell, an unconventional face which creates somehow the illusion of beauty, and Kay Francis, conventionally beau- tiful, who releases some poignant sense of sparkling adventure. Bill Powell is that amazing paradox, a sophisticate from the Middle West. Born in Kansas City, he has a Conti- | ental flair. His English is meticulously correct, his clothes ditto, his sense of humor would do credit to any world- ling, and his keen analysis of the hu- man situation is a revelation to one accustomed to chatting with handsome genties who are devils before the cam- era but duds at a luncheon table. Now that the Charles MacArthurs of the earth are beginning to write our Hollywood dialogue, some lines are creeping in which may give Will Hays s few gray hairs and some anxious mo- ments, ey bring an adult touch te what for many years was really an infant art. It is too late to turn the clock back. but it does provide material for men of the Bill Powell type who have voices and inflections and brains to do such lines justice. When Edmund Lowe made his five- minute talk via the talking screen for the benefit of the N, V. A. Sunday two ladies on my left held the following lluminating discussion: First Lady—There, that's Jack Gil- bert. Isn't he marvelous? And all this talk about his voice is nonsense. That’s & marvelous voice! Buch personality! dispute you, but that's Jack Barrymore. He was famous in Shakespearean roles, you know, before he ever came to movies, Pirst Lady—You're wrong. I shall ask these girls, Pardon me, who is that please? “Edmund Lowe. Pirst Lady—It's Edmund Lowe, a big producer. Well, I knew it was some on with an air of authority, anyway. (Copyright, 1630.) . Soft velvet fabrie. . Land held in absolute independence. . Seeular instructor. 69. Compound ether. . An official paper. . Fling. . Coast. . Understood. Down. . 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