In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin — that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.
Please don’t remove the caption.
Happy Birthday Mary Pickford ♡
(April 8, 1892 - May 29, 1979)
Mary Pickford is a fairy! She is not of this world. She just happened down here to help rub a little of the soot off of everybody’s viewpoint and whisper to us of a place whereperchance butter and eggs are within reason, where folks never have toothaches, and where they tell legends about divorce courts…There is yet to be found a woman who is jealous of Mary Pickford…We love her curls, we love her sunshine, we love her self-forgetful little ways; and most of all we love Mary Pickford because she loves us…Mary Pickford, sweetheart, is the sweetheart of America…Now and then one hears of some one who does not like Mary Pickford, but that person is like a highbrow and is generally a full-fledged fan’s idea of the type of individual who would steal, plague the cat, and gossip about the dead.
— Clara Louise Leslie in the May 1918 issue of “Motion Picture”
↳ Spencer Tracy (April 5, 1900 – June 10, 1967)
Melvyn Douglas (April 5, 1901 – August 4, 1981)
Bette Davis (April 5, 1908 – October 6, 1989)
Gregory Peck (April 5, 1916 – June 12, 2003)
Candid shot of Fay Wray and Gary Cooper, late 1920’s or early 1930’s.
*sees good art*
*thinks I can art*
*tries to art*