Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-09-07
CONFESSIONS
OF 4 STAR
As Told to
INEZ KLUMPH
THE STORY BEGINS

| THE SIUhh DDusf'c
vith the early days in the old Fine
Arts studio in California, tohen COT
leen Moore, the Gish girls, Bessie
Loue and a host OF ethors toere not
much more than extra girfs. Didnd
Chepne relates the tale; she 6egins
,cih the ddy in the studio Uten. she
and Isabel Heath, not stars then as
they arc ,no,o, tcere sitting on he
stairs then q strange man came into
the studio aud looked at them. 1ho
caperamar called them dozen to
meet him, and IL proved the turn
ino point in Isabers lite. He tcds
Phil Cronev, q famous director from
the eastern studios, and he fdu0hf
Isabel TO be the first of the screens
"babp camps" and engaged her for
such, a part in q photopldp he 'ods
producing.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIV
I'D BEEN married several times in
pictures, once in beautiful gown and
veil, and six awfully pretty extras as
maids of honor, and a set built from
parts of a real church. I'd thought
then that. when I was really married
I'd have a wedding somewhat like that
When I dressed to be married to
Keith Gorham remembered that. I'd
thought I'd be adjusting floating,
gauzy veil to my head on my wedding
day, instead Of running wet comb
through my hair, pulling out the little
tendrils that curlcd down around my
face, and putting on soft white hat
that wouldn't blow off in the wind on
the way to San Juan Capistrano. /
did remember all the little supersti-
tions, though; my something new"
was the white serge suit I put on; I'D
had it made for a picture, and then at
and didn't have to wear it. Some
thing old" was the rest Of my clothes.
Something borrowed was the little
pearl crescent pin which Colleen Moore
had lent me n few days before, when
the top button came off my blouse, and
something blue" was the georgette
scarf that was wound about the crown
Of my hat.
We had decided not to say anything
to anybody about it till it was over,
because we were perfectly certain that
his aunt and mine would object. Keith
was still in college, and my aunt had
never realized that | was grown up.
So we thought it would be better Just
to go ahead and be married, and then
tell them afterward.
1t was n glorious morning, clear,
sparkling, golden. We slipped through
the towns traffic without seeing any
one we knew, and before long were out
on the road to Capistrano-that road
that follows where the monks feet trod
so long ago. 1t was heavenly, skim
ming along through the country,
through the hills so covered with yellow
poppies that they looked as if some
giant god had tippled great cornucopia
and spilled them out.
Keith laid one arm across the back
Of the seat, and l slipped down low
and leaned my head back against it.
Glancing up at him, a sudden thrill of
happiness went through me. Even
when he looked down at me and I met
his eyes, had no longer felt the old.
sensation. as if my heart
were bird that was trying to fly away |
l had always loved the old mission
at San Juan Capistrano, and wanted
to be married there. We were to get /
our license in the town, and get a |
Justice a the Peace there to go with
rs up to the mission. There was n
grassy space, outside the crumbling
'ray walls, where the ceremony would
,e said.
And then we would go skimming on
llong the white highway. past more
,reat hills with their golden poppies
down to the sea, to Coronado.
from there We could send the neces-
ary kilograms back to Los Angeles:
here we could pour over steamship
booklets, planning the 10y
'us wanderings that would be our
We came TO the mission at last.
parked the car and picked OUT way
lcross the grass to the place where had
to be married.
Here it is, Keith" / exclaimed