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Photoplay, New York, December 1919
„Someone plays it every day“
Editorial content. „Mildred Harris Chaplin and Her Home“
MILDRED HARRIS CHAPLIN has returned
to us – a woman. She was a fluffy-haired blonde child when
she went away, after her marriage to Charles
Spencer Chaplin attracted the attention of the whole world.
The birth of her short-lived little son gave her
an entirely new personality; it added a soft radiance
to her youthful charm, rounded the awkward
contours of eighteen-year-old girlhood, and put a shining
light in her blue eyes. You can see her, here.
Her mother, Mrs. Harris, is pictured below, on the veranda
of the Chaplin home. Above, a corner of the
drawing-room.
Her days of convalescence were spent in this Hollywood
home: this real home, to which she came as a bride.
You remember the Chaplins were married October 23, 1918.
Her motherhood was a bitter-sweet experience,
which gave her a different dignity and a more mature charm.
She spent several months winning back her health
and strength and in those months she tried to forget all about
pictures; but while she was playing she gave more
than a thought to that new career which is waiting for her.
Above – It isn‘t often we see Charles Chaplin
in such a mood – at least when there‘s a photographer
around to catch the manifestations of it; but this
smile is likely accounted for by the fact that across the page
the leading woman of his domestic drama is smiling
at him. Just below, a view of one of the sunny spacious rooms
of the Chaplin home. There is a fire-place in almost
every room, because Charlie likes them; and theres a bird
here for Mildred.
To the left, the entrance hall, with a glimpse of the
dining room at the left of the picture, and of the
breakfast room down the hall. The grey tones are carried
out here, too, and as elsewhere in the house,
an almost austere simplicity in decoration is maintained.
Charles Chaplin, personally, has the simplest
tastes and he wishes his home to be as restful and as quiet
as his studio is busy and bustling. One gets a sort
of aesthetic thrill thinking that through this hall, Charles
Chaplin goes to work and returns, and that Mildred
Harris will pass through it to make ,Old Dad‘ at the Louis B.
Mayer studios.
To the right, the living room of the very English house
designed by the screen‘s greatest comedian. Good
taste is apparent in all its furnishings, from the soft gray carpet
to the harmonizing draperies and the gray-tinted
walls to the few very good pictures hanging on them. There
is – trying to case out of the picture on the right –
a grand piano, and the remarkable thing about this grand
piano is that someone plays it every day.“
Three pages, nine photos
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