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Jul 1922 – Reader Opinion

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“Even stardom doesn’t make a girl immune to loneliness” – Agnes Ayres, 1922

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Apr 1922 – Hollywood Boulevardier Chat

Alittle bit of gossip I picked up from friends say Rudolph Valentino’s new house with no bride apparent on Whitley Heights, Hollywood is the most sensatoinal and exotic piece of property in the movie colony.  Nobody knows what he is going to do with it.  Presumbly he bought it in a fit of exuberance on discovering he would not be paying alimony in connection from his divorce from Jean Acker

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9 Dec 1913 – Youthful Dreams Sails

In 1913, on this day, an 18-year-old, Rudolph Valentino, with youthful dreams and ambitions leaves familiarity behind for an unknown.  A passenger on the S.S. Cleveland, the ship will take him, and others like him to a better life in America. The S.S. Cleveland was a steam powered ship, operated by the Hamburg America Line, transporting both cargo and passenger.  In the end, he was a survivor and achieved the American Dream.

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12 Oct 1923 – Sheik Swamped by Demand for a Hair Lock

Rudolph Valentino holidaying in London, has been inundated with requests from English flappers for locks of his hair.  He would probably have been balder than Bob Fitzsimmons he had complied with every request.

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16 May 1924 – Valentino in Miami Asks Chance to Rest

It must be different if Rudolph Valentino is in it, for he said so himself to the Miami News representative Friday when interviewed Friday. “Stop right there” pleaded the Sheik “only say I have been in Florida or Miami but please don’t tell where my cottage is.  The interviewer tried to console the star with assurances the Florida Keys for which he sailed almost at dawn Saturday morning are an excellent place to get lost if he really wants to escape the maddening crowd.  Still he said he did not want his name in the paper as he is here strictly to rest. But worse, than that he had an enormous police dog and a stern physical director at his cottage and both, less than one-half hour earlier, refused to let the reporter see Mr. Valentino. “Yes, we have no publicity today”. Was the sum and substance of the P.D.’s conversation after he called off the dog.  The dog, which looks every inch a sheik of canines, however, refused to function in breaking up the interview when Valentino was caught sauntering around the old Lake Placid school grounds during the shooting of some scene’s for Betty Compton.  In fact, the interviewer found much more satisfaction to pat said dog’s strong head than to twiddle a pencil with proverbial nervousness in the presence of a celebrity. It is only one week off, which Mr. Valentino claims between the completion of Monsieur Beaucaire and the start of his next picture to be set in South America. But this brings back a starting point, for Rudolph Valentino must have things different or not at all.  At the first mention of sheiking, up went his finger and his quick, soft but positive voice was saying “Ah only once, why repeat”? Ask Mr. Valentino about the trend of modern movie pictures in theme, in setting, in cost, in acting and every time he says “it must be different” so Valentino fans need not expect to see him over and over again playing a type of role “they love to see him in.” Producers, said Mr. Valentino, are all watching for successes and then are repeating them.  “The Sheik” was a success, bad as it was, and they copied it admits the star, “and if Beaucaire is a success they will all be wearing powdered wigs. Rex Beach put a revolution into the story of Valentino’s next picture and out it had to come, and now the star says the public can look forward to something different  there in setting, theme, and action. In fact, he says  his own part is to be “very heavy” which is one alibi for the present rest, which began on his arrival Thursday and he has now taken off fishing.  When it comes to pleasing the public with something new Valentino is all for Douglas Fairbanks . There he says, is a man who can make a picture, and he calls Fairbanks instinct and ability as a director even more than his ability as an actor, the explanation of his success and Valentino’s eyes shine as he smiles with anticipation of what the public will think of the “Thief of Bagdad” as a fairytale for adults to enjoy. The question is will Valentino make a movie in Miami? Well, the next picture is of South America. The star says the interiors will be made in New York and he does not think the exteriors will be on the southern continent. Imagination at work on the statement says the exteriors will be artificial or on the islands or the only, real live groves of coconuts and royal palms in the United States will get into the movies again.  Asked if he likes Miami? Mr. Valentino’s response was “oh, very much”.  A bright yellow coat and bell-shaped trousers were the first impression that many received of the celebrity in their midst when he first appeared on the streets in  – well, in Dade County. Yet his eyes do shine. His side whiskers> Well he does not look like his imitators. Maybe the powdered wig caused it, but those famous moments are trimmed quite a peak.  He wears horn-rimmed glasses, Harold Lloyd might envy. No Mrs. Valentino was not with him. When she finishes with cutting the Beaucaire film in New York, maybe.
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17 Apr 1927 – Why Europe’s High Society Smashes Beauty’s Perfect Romance

An envied position as “Broadway Darling” a fiery romance with a brilliant young musician, contacts with continental diplomatic society and then the disillusionment of old world standards for a new world wife.  These things brought silent film star Consuelo Flowerton, beauty, violinist, artist’s model, back to America from her adopted home in Europe back to more trials and tribulations and the harsh necessity of finding again the place she had surrendered such a light heart only a few months before.  Europe, claim the gossips “high hatted”  pretty Consuelo. Europe failed to take into consideration her remarkable gifts. Europe expected her this American girl accustomed to American modes of living to become continental over night; expected her to ‘learn the language’ and become one of them without preparation or acclimation. When she was unable to meet those foreignstandards he left her husband, the brilliant young orchestra conductor Dirk Foch, already a celebrity abroad as conductor of the Vienna Concert Society, and came back home, determined to resume her lofty position among the reigning beauties of A merican stage and screen.  When Consuelo Flowerton left America she was celebrated beauty, a favourite along Broadway and those tributary rialtos in a half score cities in other parts of the country.  Her name in Electric lights above the box office brought the crowds tumbling in. Money came easy then and fame was her middle name. These she put behind her, never dreaming her romance would come to naught and that sometime the fickle public might again, be asked to applaud her before the footlights.  The plaudits Consuelo Flowerton received in the days before her marriage had not been confined to the auditorium of a theatre. A brilliant art model at a top-notch salary and a Ziegfeld follies girl. But it was the famous Navy Girl poster painted by the celebrated artist, Howard Chandler Christy, which made her face familiar to many thousands. She was on her way to the top to the place she had occupied before she fell in love with Dirk Foch.  But let Consuelo tell of her collapse of her “perfect romance” as the marriage of this brilliant young star and her talented husband had been called.  Let her give the strange reasons for their separation and the heart rending decision of the Dutch Courts, which makes it necessary for her to give up her baby for six months of each year to her husband, who has remained in Europe.  “I met Dirk Foch at a symphony concert he conducted here in New York she explains. “During the concert, I admired his work. I considered him a genius. When the concert was over and I was introduced by a mutual friend it was love at first sight and in two months we were married. Then followed a honeymoon in Java. Dirk’s father was Governor General of the Dutch East Indies and we certainly had a wonderful time.  We had wined, dined and feted in royal style with a future that seemed very rosy”. Then we started for our home in Europe.  The prospect of living in Europe thrilled me beyond words.  We traveled abroad from place to place, entertained and were entertained. Then Dirk obtained a conductor position of the Vienna Concert Society, one of the most celebrated of European musical organizations. It was a rare for so young a conductor to be selected.  It was in Vienna that our marital troubles began.  The principal cause was our lack of a home.  We had to move from place to place. Always we were unsettled and generally broke.  We had a positon to maintain that was out of proportion to Dirk’s income. Because of Dirk’s fathers position, people we associated with naturally assumed we had plenty of money.  In reality we had very little.  In spite of this we had to keep up the pretense, dining at expensive places associating with rich people like Fritz Kreisler the violinist, Maria Jeritz the blonde soprano. They entertained lavishly and we were naturally expected to do the same.  When Winter came it found us high and dry financially. We moved from furnished flat to furnished flat and in desperation I decided to try house-keeping. That was terrible. Never had I done a thing of that kind. I was willing to learn, and certainly tried hard enough but it was impossible.  I might have learned over here, but in Vienna Never.  No woman who hasn’t kept house in Vienna can understand the difficulties had encountered.  “I couldn’t speak German, and it was a disadvantage. It became known among other shopkeepers and others I was an American and when I went shopping they took advantage of my ignorance and vented their spleen against America by charging me double prices and giving me inferior goods.  I would ask for one thing and got another.  My neighbour hampered instead of helping me, and it became unbearable. The apartments were very old and rickety.  It almost seemed as if they’d fall down on us.  We did not ride in the elevators in crowds and we didn’t dare send our trunks up on the elevators. We had to have them carried up. The lifts would have collapsed if we had put that much weight on them.  Furthermore, there was no delivery stem. If I had shopping I had to carry my own packages. When the servant shopped it seemed it cost so much more than it should I couldn’t trust her. Once in carrying packages my fingers were nearly frost bitten, and this condition remained until two months ago.  All of this might seem trivial, but when these little irritations keep piling up they seem monstrous and ultimately sent this marriage on the rocks. My husband was a genius. I cared for him deeply and still do. But he is the type of man, that should never marry or at least, he should married a woman his own age.  He needed a mother to take care of him and I couldn’t do it, because I couldn’t even take care of myself. It was during this time my little daughter Nina was born. My health was delicate and Dirk, I knew was unhappy under the yoke of this marriage. I do not say that he ever was anything but kind and considerable toward me but money problems, household worries got on his nerves and mine. Each year, for the three and a half years we were married, I decided I’d try it out a while longer.  But finally, the strain became too great and divorced in Holland. Immediately after the divorce, I came to New York and tried to get work.  I had decided to give up musical comedy and enter straight drama. After three months of walking from agency to agency, I finally landed a part in The Desperate Pilot. I was very happy, but lasted only one week.  I’m not discouraged though.  I’m going to keep right on trying. I’m happier than I’ve been in years. I feel free for the first time.  I don’t think, I’ll ever marry again. A woman should try marriage once, I think, but if she’s not successful at it, she ought to take up a career”.  She can only be happy when she’s free and independent.  Just how Consuelo Flowerton will carry on with her independence here now that she found the producers guard their doors a bit more closely than in days gone by, what with beauty contest winners and the like lurking behind every pillar and post and her own reputation has been dissipated by the unkind years, time only can tell.  Perhaps she will again turn to the movies for a contract.  She starred in one picture with no less a cinema deity than with the late Rudolph Valentino who was fascinated by her charms.
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18 Jul 1940 – Valentino Former In-law Donates Foxlair as a Fresh Air Camp

There was 166 New York City youngers arriving Tuesday night at Grand Central Station after spending 25 days as guests of the Police Athletic League at Fox Lair, the Police Athletic League Camp. Part of the inner city Fresh Air Camp which gets kids from low income families time to spend outside of the city to enjoy time hunting, fishing, and other holesome activities during summer months.  The camp surroundied by the Adirondack State Park consists of a 1200 acre estate given to the Police Athletic League for Fresh Air Camps by Mrs. Winifred Hudnut, widow of Richard Hudnut.  The entire expense of these vacations including transportation is borne by Police Athletic League and a generous donation by Mrs. Hudnut.

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10 Jul 1935 – From Tasmania Not forgotten

Although he has been dead for nearly nine years, the glamour of Rudolph Valentino, the film star, still persists.Through the Valentino Association, which is composed mostly of women “fans” all over the world, his birthday is punctiliously observed. This year, it fell on Jubilee Day and in remembrance of those days when Valentino was himself a “down-and-out” the association, through the Good Companions and Centre at Goldington Street near Mornington Crescent founded a bed which will always be available for a homeless man, states “the people”. The Valentino Association has already founded a roof garden and a children’s ward at the Italian Hospital, London in memory of the dead film star, as well as re-equipped a children’s ward at St George Hospital. Valentino, son of a Italian Calvary officer, found himself in New York penniless. Faced with starvation because, not being a naturalized citizen, he could get no work, he walked the streets of the city for three days and three nights without a bite of food. This was his comment: “I’ve reached the city centre by the crooked path o hell; starvation’s been my mentor and has taught her lesson well.” A few years later his success as a screen lover of the “silent” films had brought glamour and romance to millions of women all over the world. A Berlin firm, receiving an order to construct a broadcasting station in Bulgaria, has found it expedient to take payment in Bulgarian tobacco and also that Palestine, needing to sell innumerable Taffa oranges, has exchanged about 100,000 cases of oranges for 70,000 tons of coal front South Wales.
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2 De 1026 – Publicity Buzzards

And now they are hearing from the ghosts of Harry Houdini and Rudolph Valentino! The world and his wife tried to get a reflected publicity by herding around Valentino’s bier while he was still above ground. Now they won’t let him or Houdini rest in peace but must

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1 Dec 1926 – Voice from Beyond Fake

Dr. Crandon well known spiritualist says spirit messages from Houdini the magician and Valentino the actor are fakes. “A person must be dead four or five years before he can communicate with us. We learn this from spirits with whom we have been in touch”.  Physicists wonder where those spirits are when they talk. It they are on one of the distant stars, light with travels 186,000 miles a second would take a million years to get here; and sound, as we know travels more slowly than light, 331 meters a second against 186.000 miles a second. If Houdini and Valentino, on some distant star, began talking loud enough for their voices to reach us, their words wouldn’t reach the earth in time to be heard by our descendants 500,000,000 years from now.

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