Miss Tomboy

Dresden Doll, or Gotham Girl?
Infection grin and golden curls
Mixed, a blend of tough and sweet -
Perfection born of Brooklyn streets.
Leading lady of a series,
Even teamed with Bunny's fame,
Stars like yours should be remembered.

(Now can you guess her secret name?)

Lillian Walker

A Yankee Princess

Just a precious little thing,
Under Mr Griffith's wing
Another "baby star" would start
Next to Fairbanks, Stone and Hart.
Ingénue or flapper, she
Triumphed with skill and fresh beauty;
And truly, there will never be

another
        Bessie
               Love.

Bessie Love

King of the Movies

Knighthood suited him well -
Ivanhoe, sure-hearted and true;
Nitrate formed his sword, the
Glow from the projector his armor.

Before he appeared, all others toiled
Anonymously, unknown faces; but the
Game was changed by him - too handsome, too
Gifted to not be named. Second
Only to Lawrence, the IMP Girl, he was
The Most Photographed Man in the World.

King Baggot

Yes, Virginia

Four foot eleven, a sparkler, an imp,
Leaving critics enchanted whilst on the bill,
Until the pictures stole you away-
Girls like you weren't made to sit still.
Randy and pert with a dangerous smile,
Any sadness that touched you quickly dispersed,
That beautiful face hid a spirit of iron,
Hardy, unbreakable, never coerced.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Viola Dana 

Also, thank you to Lolita of Lolita's Classics for giving me the Over the Top Blog Award! 

A Thousand Faces

Who better for Halloween week?

Lurking, just beneath the surface, an
Explosive rush of raw and human power
"Oriental", gangster, villain, or his specialty -
Nightmarish monsters from life's darkest hour;
In truth, when the makeup masterfully applied
Dissolved, a gentle visage was revealed -
A man of hard work, innate talent, grace,
Strength of character like no one in his field.



Lon Chaney

The "It" Girl

Coney Island Rose would wait on line for hours,
Lay down her nickel and her dime;
All of your flickers held strange, magnetic powers -
Rough-House Rosie, naturally, her favorite at the time.
Afterwards, her dreams both day and night would
Burst with visions of how sweet your life must be;
Only you would trade it with her if you could,
Wanting nothing more than love's security.



Clara Bow