Monthly Archives: Oct 2018
Jean Guglielmo Valentino a nephew of the late Rudolph Valentino arrived yesterday on the Consulich liner Vulcania on his way to Hollywood to visit the scenes of the famous screen actors success. He is now 14 years old and has no stage or screen ambitions, he said. The boy speaks good English and went through an hours ordeal with the customs inspectors like a master. His travelling companion on the Vulcania was Tito Schipa, the tenor, who waited on the pier while an inspector went through Jeans many pieces of luggage. On his declaration which he made out before the ship docked, he listed several trinkets and expensive boxes of bon-bons which he is taking to relatives. Young Valentino said he was interested in chemistry and electrical engineering. He plans returning to Italy to continue his studies in the fall.
A suit to recover a ring and a stickpin she had purchased from the estate of Rudolph Valentino, motion picture actor was won by Mrs Zunilda Mancini, 255, West Thirty Third St, NYC after an all-day trial yesterday before Justice Sulzberger in Third district Municipal Court. Louis Halle of 152 West 42nd Street, attorney for the defense, said that Justice Sulzbergers decision would be appealed. Mrs Mancini, 70 years old, brought the action against Miss June Bruce of 230 West 11th Street, NYC a clerk in the customs service, who said the ring, valued at $400 and the stickpin worth $25 had been given to her by Mrs Mancini for services as secretary and for kindness extended to the plaintiff. Mrs Mancini testified that she became interested in Valentino after his death and that she had contributed $5000 to the Valentino Memorial Fund. She told of going to Hollywood and of buying various articles from the late actors estate including the jewelry in ligitation. She denied giving away the jewelry
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.