The year was 1919, Christmas was a time spent with family, friends your nearest and dearest. However, this year, Rudolph Valentino did not have anyone to spend Christmas Day with. Silent actress Viola Dane invited her good friend Rudy over for dinner with her family and friendsBand even had him dress up as Santa Claus. For him it was a memorable day he treasured for the rest of his life.
Monthly Archives: December 2015
I hope that every fan that reads this will write to me. Also, every Rudy Valentino Fan. I am asking all the “Rudy” fans to send me any articles, write-ups, or poems They have written in Rudy’s honor. I am writing a book called “The Fans Own Book About Rudolph Valentino”.
Rumors of a forthcoming marriage of Natacha Rambova and Dr. Daniel C. Goodman, Film Producer are
circulated by a tabloid. Goodman is the divorced husband of Alma Rubens.
It seems odd that a modern young woman like Natacha Rambova or as the parentheses have it Mrs. Rudolph Valentino, should have chosen a Laura Jean Libby plot for her debut on the screen. The story is aged. It is about a young wife who helps her husband to succeed, only to find that he has grown away from her. And then, of course, she wins him back. Called “When Love Grows Cold” this is the poorest picture of the month or of almost any month for That matter. The interiors are bad, the costumes atrocious. Miss Rambova is not well-dressed nor does she film well, in the slightest degree. Is this worth spending hard earned money watching? The answer is no.
It was the morning of 9 Dec 1913, that I finally embarked on a boat of the Hamburg-American Line and I arrived in New York on 23rd Dec. Just then the city was making ready for Christmas. I think it was that as much as anything that so stabbed me with homesickness and a regret even for the small town that I had said so stifled me and, incidentally, on the way over something occurred to me that probably gave me my first sense of personal gratitude to America and to Americans. An American saved my life on board ship. I was standing high up in the bow, foolishly during a raging storm. I was supporting myself I thought by grasping one of the ropes. All at once, I felt a heavy impact on my shoulders and a moment later a wave leaped over the bow so monumental and so ferocious that it would have swept me from my moorings quicker than it takes to tell. In an instant I would have been snuffed out, extinguished in the forgetful seas. The heavy impact that I felt was the hands of an American who had seen the wave coming and had immediately recognized my predicament and had as immediately acted. This small-great thing caused the latent gratitude I felt to rise up in me and in that I was I am no different from my fellow Italians and gratitude towards those that do a kindness we never forget. So as Christmases come and go I reflect on the memory of the kindness of a stranger who saved my life which I will remember always.
Rudolph Valentino, the motion picture actor, who was charged with having committed bigamy, by marrying Winifred Hudnut, the daughter of a rich American perfumer, before his final divorce decree was granted from Jean Acker, another picture artist, who was his first wife, have been set free. The evidence was found to be insufficient.