American married men very easy to take from wife, said Camilla Horn. I could get any husband if I want. On’y I don’ want!

Camilla is unique. Camilla is extraordinary. Camilla is unbelievable. No publicity genius speaks for Camilla. Imagine a publicity man making such a statement as that. She may indeed be said to be the enfant terrible of the United Artists lot, for off the screen Camilla cannot act or pose.

She came into the room with a rush, on the heels of the studio executive who introduced us. She was wearing an unlovely drab colored muskrat coat and her natural blonde hair was tucked under a tight little toque. I thought at first her eyes were the color of the Danube, but then she told me they were Any color you like. Maybe brown, blue—-green. They are changing eyes, black-lashed, wide and clear. She grasped my hand, smiled at me eagerly:

Ach! I t’ink maybe I have also already met you before? No? So many writers I have meet. It is a great pleasure some time. When first I come from Germany, big crowd from newspapers meet me, and I cannot speak English. So they look at me and I see on their face what they think: ‘Ach! This Camilla Horn—-she is dumb!’

I laughed, I don’t know why; and after a moment she joined in heartily. We became instant friends. Camilla put her arm around my shoulders, as if we had known each other for years and, Come, said Camilla, I will feed you.

Camilla Not Dumb

She took me to her bungalow dressing-room, where a beaming waiter who looked like von StroheimErich von Stroheim (1885-1957) was born in Austria but gained fame in Hollywood first as an actor (playing stiff, aristocratic Prussian soldier types) and then as a perfectionist director whose films, while beautiful, always came in late and far over budget. His masterpiece (1924), for example, originally came in at over seven hours, and his directing career was effectively ended when he was fired from (1929) by producer Gloria Swanson after spending $600,000 (an exorbitant amount in 1929 dollars). Eaton’s allusion is prescient, given the role von Stroheim would play when he reunited with Swanson in (1950): the aging movie star’s butler. served us a colossal meal. Camilla studied me thoughtfully. What was I thinking of her? Her fair candid brows knitted. She spoke with genuine regret upon the end of a sigh.

Everybody t’ink of me that I am—dumb! You, too? Is because I do not mix so well. I go to some party, I sit in some quiet corner, I do not make the handspring or dance the jazzy bottom. So then they say: Ach! She is no fun. She is dumb. But is not true. I am not dumb, said Camilla Horn with intense earnestness.

I suppose, said I, that like most of the foreign stars who come here, you are a countess or of some high nobility in your country.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Very simple people. Nice. Not so rich. When my father die, then I go to work. I have little brother and mother to feed . . . What did I do? She lowered her voice confidentially. There was a warm, friendly look in her now brown eyes. I will tell you what I do. I make pajamas. I design them. I sew on them. I go out to store and I sell them.

There was genuine pride in her voice, and she explained moreover that she made good pajamas. Very pretty and nice to look at and feel.

Her Big Top Day

But how did you get into the movies?

Ach! I will tell you, said Camilla, who prefaces most remarks with these words. One day Mr. Murnau F.W. Murnau (1888-1931), German director best known for his 1922 masterpiece, . Although Horn claims to have gotten her break in the 1926 Murnau production of , she apparently appeared in an earlier film, (1921), directed by Rudolf Biebrach. sees me on street. He stop and look hard. He say: You are Marguerite for my Faust. I laugh and say: Is silly. I am not lovely like Marguerite. He replies that I come to his studio next day. Still I think it a joke and I do not tell my mother, but I go. That day he signs me up on contract. Is for beeg money. Seem oh, so big to me then. I cannot breathe for t’rill. I t’ink I will buy a chateau for my family. Ach! I am so happy. Never, never will I be so happy as on that day. It is the big top day on my life. A tear came to her eyes and unashamedly she wiped them. She was homesick.

But it’s fine here, isn’t it; and you’re doing splendid work.

Not so good sometimes. I cry when I see preview of ‘The Tempest.’ Every good acting I do is cut out. Only leave me for be pretty girl. Das is all. But in new picture I am just finish with Barrymore—-ach! Is different! Mr. Lubitsch Ernst Lubitsch (1892-1947), German-born director. Horn appeared in his 1929 film, , opposite John Barrymore. She also appeared with John Barrymore in (1928). makes me every chance, and I am very wonderful. You shall see and say so, too.

You like working for Barrymore?

We-ll ye-es. I t’ink so. He is very fine to me when we come alone, but on the set—-cannot get near him. He sits and smokes cigarettes and one hundred people come around him. He is king and I am nothing.

As She Sees ‘Em

What do you think of our American stars?

Oh—-Greta Garbo marvelous—-but she does not need act. She just be Greta. Mary Pickford do some very nice acting. One picture I see, she acts with greatness. It is simple story. Her father is just a cop-man. Mary prepares a birthday party for him. She makes a little tie for his neck, and she puts by his plate a little brush-teeth. Mary’s father does not come, and her face when sees other cop-man—-it was very great acting. I never see more better. Then there is Norma Talmadge. Some people say: Her husband Joe Schenck.He make her. Not so. Anywhere she will make success because Norma is very great actress. I very much adore also Lillian Gish. Mary Philbin is so sweet, but too shy. It is pity. She must wake up.

There were other people waiting, waiting for Camilla, and I pushed back my chair.

Ach! said she, regarding mournfully our totally empty plates, You have not eat so much. I will get some more feed.

No, no. Oh, by the way—-what do you think of American men? Do you prefer them to European?

Camilla shook her head vigorously.

I will tell you. For me—-is better European, she said, the first foreign star who failed to eulogize our American men. On the contrary Camilla lowered her voice and glanced surreptitiously toward the door, as though she feared someone might be listening at the keyhole.

I will tell you. When European marries, is wife for all time. American married men very easy to take from wife. Even if got nice pretty wife and little baby. Is all same. I could get any husband if I want. So easy. Five minutes, maybe. Only I don’t want.

The Scandal Speakers

And what do you think of Hollywood?

Is nice city, maybe—-but is too much scandal speak. I will tell you: Even me they make scandal for. When first I come I am so lonely. All day I am lonely, and I t’ink all the time of my mother, who is afraid to cross ocean, and of my home in Frankfort. So I tell Mr. Schenck. I say: Maybe I will go back home, for my heart is very lonely. He replies: Don’t be silly, Camilla, I will take you out and show you things. This he do. Then soon when I go into restaurant or any place with him, I see people put heads together and go Pss! Pss! Pss! They whisper. And then I can hear scandal about me.

Camilla stamped a little foot. Her eyes were flaming now and they looked almost black. Is not true! she cried.

Well, don’t mind it. It’s just part of the Hollywood game. Besides, you wouldn’t be a star if you didn’t have love affairs.

To my surprise a deep blush spread over the girl’s fair face. Imagine a movie star blushing! I bear witness to it. She gave me a little wisp of a smile. Is not good to have love affair when one is married, said Camilla Horn. Which brought us to the detail of the husband in Germany. Camilla brought from under a blotter on her desk a thirty- or forty-page letter, very closely written.

The more I see other men, the more I better like my husband. Sometimes in this Hollywood men must scrape and cringe and bow for favors--but not my husband. He is just—-man, das is all.

She extended the letter, a small book-size manuscript. Read, she invited.

I can’t read German.

Ach! I will do so. She read: ‘How I miss you! How I wish you were not a movie star, but just my nice little wife cooking my meals in our nice little home.’