NO MIDNIGHT SUPPERS NOW

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 412, 21 July 1928, Page 25

NO MIDNIGHT SUPPERS NOW

(Continued from Page 24). Besides, the demands made on a star’s financial sympathies are endless. “You would be amazed if you knew how often I am asked for the ‘loan’ of £SO or £100.” one once said. “People who criticise us seem to forget how utterly dependent we are upon freedom from illness and accident,” an actor told a critic the other day. “If I broke my leg in crossing the street or became cut about the face in a motor accident, it is quite possible that I should be finished for stage work. In our way we have to live as carefully as do athletes.*’ Scores of actresses —very likely hundreds —have put themselves on the fashionable diet of cutlets and pineapple in the cause of bodily slimness. There is a revue dancer in London who has an hour's complete massa %' every day. If one wants to see Miss Gertrude Laurence after lunch one has to wait till she has got her afternoon “nap” over. If you go to supper with Miss Sybil Thorndike you will find that cocoa is her staple midnight drink; if you have a meal with Delysia you will find that she will drink nothing but water or a little red Wine. “Red wine is the best thing in the world for the complexion, spirits the worst,” she says. Ginger ale is the only thing you can get Mr. William Mollison to drink when he has a new production in hand. Practically every morning of his life Mr. Tom Walls is up with the lark and out with his horses. Mr. Joseph Coyne constantly goes for long walks in the park, Miss Edna Best swims and sits for hours watching cricket. You very seldom see Mr. Frederick Lonsdale or Mr. Noel Coward at a theatrical party. Yes, the times when actors and actresses began their day at midnight have changed. If now and then they do have the zest to dance till 4 a.m. it is because they are not jaded and are in a physical condition to stand an occasional “night out.”