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———-———E_ELlrmrss—s Plays and Playere—East and West OMMENTING on the recent attempt to vilify everyone in the motion picture business, Douglas Fairbanks remarked: “Gosh, it isn’t safe to admit you know anyone in Hollywood except Jackie Coogan." ONY MORENO is not one of those actors who are too exclusive to associ- ate with any but members of the Thespian profession. He bas lively interests and many friends in other lines of work Recently when he had nothing to do he asked a surgeon, a friend of us, if he might eo to the hospital and study the methods employed in operating. “Certainly,” said the doctor, “Fine, [ll be your assistant,” cricd the enthusiastic Spaniard. And so he went. They permitted him to hold the sponge or bandage or whatever is needed after an incision is made. Tony admits he was scared ashen when the surgeon made a gesture with a knife over the inert form of the patient. “T expected blood to squirt all over the place,’ he said. “But it didn’t,” It was nothing at all compared to a gory bullfight, so Tony averred in relating the incident at the studio, The studio publicity forces were on the job at once, preparing to send out a story about Tony’s surgical activities, when they got a frantic telephone call from Tony. “Say, you birds!” cried the flery Cas- tillian. “Don’t you use what I told you for publicity. The doctor says that if you do it will ruin the reputation of the hos- pital, Nobody want to come if they know I’m there.” No, indeed, not after seeing Tony's reck- lecsness with life in the s¢rials. HE Talmadge family is in the east again, and the east and the Talmadges are glad. They have to bury themselves in the western studios for two-thirds of the year, but they Vo you ace the resemblance? Joseph Schildkraut. the Chevalier of "Orphana of the Storm.” and Priscilla FR hery herowme of the thrill-dramas, might be twins. Or maybe hie white wig and her chapeau have something to do with st will come east to shop, see plays, and waca- tion, declare Mama, Norma, and Constance, to say nothing of business-manager-husband, son and brother-in-law Joseph Schenck. Norma and Joe are domiciled in a huge suite at the Ritz; Mama and Connie are at the Ambassader, New York’s newest and gorgeous hostelry, With the family is a retinue of maids and valets and secretaries. With them also is Frances Marion and her husband, Fred Thomson. (Frances i5 to receive a munificent sum for the scenario of “East Is West,” the pop- ular stage play which Schenck has purchased for Constance, he having just finished Ner- ma’s latest film, “The Duchess de Langlais,” said to be the best thing the elder Talmadge has done in years.) Teas and theaters and dances have occu- pied the stellar sisters. Norma has acquired a magnificent new diamond solitaire and tons of new cdothes. She & still, however, the unspoiled kid sht was in Vitagraph days. \ SS \ A pastoral, performed by Frank and Dagmar Mayo in their front yard in California. The daughter of Leopold Godowsky and her film star-husband have a reputation for matrimonial devotion which is not at all difficult for them to live up to 74 We saw her the other day lunching at the Ritz. Simply gowned, she strolled in, obliv- ious to admiring glances, ordered a healthy lunch and ate it with evident enjoyment, She went to a fashion opening at Frances’, in an old suit andl hat, and reliched the dis- appointment of the other ladies, who have always looked to Norma for the latest in fashions. And—wonder of wonders !—this paragon-star leit for Palm Beach for a rest on the afternoon of the opening of her pic- ture, “Smilin’ Through,” at the Ritz. We don’t know of another star who would skip out of town on the eve of such an event, Not in these days of frantic premiers and personal appearances. Constanee, before she teft California, was ecorted about by Maurice, the famous dancer, Connie likes to dance and there’s no one more accomplished than Maurice, UBYE DE REMER is such good copy she should really have a stenographer to follow her around the house to take down her bright sayings—the way they wed to do with Wil Rogers, The other day Rubye was posing for the fashion pic- tures you will see on Carolyn Van Wyck’s pages in thie issue of PHotornay, Between poses she found time to scatter a little sun- shine as follows: “It things don’t begin to break soon in the film business I'll have to put my dog In pictures and retire, I got him in Ger- many—his name is Lux; no advertisement; it’s a German name. He speaks three lan- guages—I wish I'd had his education. “Oh, yes, we were in Italy, too. In Venice, my dears, in Venice. More than anything in the world I'd longed to see Venice and a singing gondolier, Well, we swam all over town trying to find one, We finally landed a boy who looked like a Ger- man butcher. Ne said he could sing, When he got through I was willing to do a kel- Jerman from the Bridge of Sighs. Kind fricnds stopped me, but I now prefer silent gondolicrs.” HE following amazing yarn, which only goes to show just how far rumors about screen celebrities are sometimes carried, came to the alleged hero of it, Conrad Nagel, via a letter to Lois Wilson from an intimate friend in her home town, Birmingham, Alabama. This friend was on a street car when a group of high school girls got on. They had just been to see William de Mille's “Midsummer Madness.” The following con- versation took place: “Wasn't Jack Holt wonderful?” “T never thought Lois could act <o well. She was fine.” “Well,” said one girl, with a blush, “E just adore Conrad Navel, He's so refined looking.” "T gucts you wouldn’t adore him if you knew all about him. He's got cork legs, you know, Doesn't he handle them won- derfully 2" “JT don't believe mirer. “Oh, but my dear, I know. My sister caw him when the accident occurred. He wis tun over by a truck in New York iast year, But I think it’s great the way he gets around with those cork ones.” Conrad declares he can prove to anybody in the world that his iegs aren't cork. They're ordinary flesh and blood legs. But the positiveness with which such yarns are told is something that no star is proof against and that does a great deal of injury to innocent people. ‘Comicbooks co it," said Conrad’s ad-