Some women would envy Ann Carlin Carey. She waltzed with “the great lover” as she toured the eastern United States as a singer and dancer. Carey glided across many floors and concert halls with Rudolph Valentino who has been called the greatest romantic male star of the silent film era. After she was crowned Miss Buffalo at 21 she was one of 12 women chosen to accompany Valentino’s singing and dancing act. “He was a good dancer” said Carey. Everywhere he went Valentino was idolized. The women loved him and the men hated him but I never thought much about his popularity.
According to Beulah Livingstone, who writes publicity for a company sponsoring the revival of “Son of the Sheik” the name of Rudolph Valentino will remain a magic one as long as romance flourishes on the movie screen. “It was the late Valentino”, declares Miss Livingstone “who set the hears of the nation thumping wildly with his forthright technique of love-making, and his rugged he-man characterizations set another precedent in screen acting. Those who remember and love him for his screen contributions, as well as the newer generation who have never had the opportunity to see the great idol of filmdom, will be happy to learn that his last and greatest picture has been booked for local presentation. We have known Beulah Livingstone since back in the good old silent days, when we were young and innocent and the brain-storms that flowed so profusely from her sturdy typewriter were eagerly accepted and passed on without blue penciling to our readers. But a lot of water has shot over the Chaudière since “Son of the Sheik” was produced and released to a clamoring public, and we confess that Beulah’s effusive if well-turned, phrases anent the current revival of Rudolph Valentino productions from the dimly-passed silent days leaves us as cold as one early morning last winter when the radiator on the old bus froze stiff and we bravely ventured forth to walk the two miles to our office. For the information of those who might be interested, and just to keep the record clear, we might add that the rejuvenated “Son of the Sheik” contains sound effects and a newly arranged musical score. Acting, directing, technical effects, and camera work have come a long way, however, from the days when every other girl of teen-age sent in a quarter for her idol’s photograph and mounted it on the boudoir table.
Natacha Rambova declares that she is having spirit talks with her former husband, Rudolph Valentino. In the first place, she claims that he gave her his impressions of His own funeral, saying he disliked intensely the public’s lack of reverence. ‘It looked to much as though they were out to see a ‘show the screen star complained. Valentino also told her that he is quickly making -friends on the ‘other side.’ His first astral friendship, he said, was with.’ Caruso; whom he said he found a most likeable fellow. Life on the astral plane would appear to be very much like that of the world Valentino has left. In any event according to Natacha Rambova their demand for moving pictures for she claims Valentino gave her details of resuming his screen career in the spiritual world. Valentino still loves no other woman in his life added Natacha.
The slimy trail of New York’s white slave investigation with its wrecks of young girls and its stories of men who lived “off” the earnings of women held in virtual bondage was pointing nearer today to probable entanglement of at least one police officer in alleged bribery and extortion through which the system has been kept alive, according to evidence in the hands of District Attorney Swann. Spreading its fangs from the streets, the white slave ring reached into the circles of social climbers, of “near society” folk the latest revelations indicate. There through blackmail the plotters endeavored to collect tribute after women furnished by the ring, participated in orgies of the “new rich”. As District Attorney Swann pressed his revelations, which are declared to have followed the arrest of Rudolfo Guglielmi, self-styled “Marquis” new developments that may lead to further arrests and possible charges against the police were expected at the prosecutor’s office. Guglielmi was formerly the dancing partner of Joan Sawyer, a Broadway favorite. He was arrested in the apartment of Mrs. Georgia Thym. Before leaving the apartment of he said he wanted to call police headquarters and talk to Deputy commissioner Lord. The commissioner he said, was a friend of his. Later, he repeated this in his statement to the district attorney. Swann declared Guglielmi and Mrs. Thym showed by the story they were familiar with men and women who have practiced blackmail in near society circles. Photographs taken of prospective victims of blackmail are understood to have played an important part in the schemes of conspirators. Much valuable information is expected to come from the dancer and Mrs. Thym.
Casanova Club, on West 54th Street, is smart and fashionable. Here you can hear Ruth Etting sing and listen to Harry Rosenthal and his orchestra. Emily Vanderbilt and they do the snootier spots, of course, where the lorgnettes get in your hair. Rudy Valentino’s pet place was Texas Guinan’s, where I saw him last, a few nights before he passed away. It was at La Guinan’s 54th Street place that Rudy defended himself from the attacks of a Chicago editorial- First who poked ridicule at Valentino because he wore a slave bracelet “which is too effeminate in America.” My newspaper assigned me to ask Rudy about it. I never saw a fellow get so sore. He pounded the night- club table furiously and argued that every gentleman in Europe wore them. Rudy added: “It seems to me that almost every Yankee soldier during the war wore them too but at the time they were called identification tags!” “And.” he said, “I don’t care what anybody says about me wearing it. I wear it chiefly for the sentiment it packs. It was given to me by my first wife, Jean Acker, and I hope it’s there when I’m dead.” And it was on his lifeless wrist, at that. But it was removed before his interment and auctioned with his other effects. Speaking of Rudy reminds me that, when he died, over a million New Yorkers crowded Broadway and the funeral church to watch his cortege go by. A year after when his effects were auctioned at a Main Stem store only seven people came to buy! But his films are still going strong and they are the only films of a deceased star that seem to get over. “Monsieur Beaucaire,” for example, was a feature in New York recently. And, while the subject of Rudy has come up again, it serves as a moral to this piece on movie stars and others who Go Broadway. Rudy might have been alive today if he had heeded the counsel of physicians and others and stayed away from the sophisticated places. But Rudy, they will tell you, kept post-poning his visit to the hospital until it was too late.