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AY,  ROMANTIC  NOVELETTE:  "THE  BRIDE  CAME  C.O.D." 

O-STARRING,  FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME,  BETTE  DAVIS  AND  JAMES  CAGNEY 


UR  LOVE  AFFAIR!  BY  ALAN  CURTIS  AND  IIONA  MAKFY 


COLOR  NEWS 

Created  to  go  with  fashion's  newest 
Dura-Gloss  Pink  Lady 
Dura-Gloss  Indian  Red 


wilt  ma/?e  yam  flkgmiai&  mo  te 

Be  coy,  coquette !  But  let  the  incandescent  beauty  of  your  fingernails 
blaze  out  the  story  of  your  allure,  your  exquisite,  fastidious  charm! 
Give  your  fingernails  this  boon— the  flashing  loveliness  of  gem-like 
lustrous  color— give  your  fingernails  the  boon  of  Dura-Gloss,  the 
easy-onflow,  durable,  longer-lasting  nail  polish  ;<;r;eated  for  the  most 
beautiful  fingernails  in  the  world!  Dura-Gloss  costs  only  ten  cents, 
a  thrifty  dime,  yet  it  is  as  perfect  a  polish  as  can  possibly  be  made! 
See  for  yourself— try,  buy  Dura-Gloss  today! 

Protect  your  nails  — make  them  more  beautiful  with 

DURA- GLOSS 

It's  good  for  Your  Nails 


/ 


THE  DIFFERENCE 
between  NAIL  POLISHES 

Other  polishes  put  color  on  your 
nails,  but  DURA-GLOSS  imparts  to 
them  a  gleam  of  brilliance  —  a  LIFE 
and  LUSTER  — that  you  get  only 
from  DURA-GLOSS'  new  nail  polish 
jormula.  Never  before  have  you  been 
able  to  get  such  remarkable,  jewel- 
like brilliance  in  any  nail  polish. 
You,  too,  can  have  the  most  beautiful 
fingernails  in  the  world.  Don't  be 
satisfied  with  less — don't  delay.  Get 
DURA-GLOSS.  Use  it.  It  makes 
your  nails  more  beautiful ! 


They  begged  for  introductions 
but  no  one  took  her  home! 


Yet  Ellen  could  be  popular,  if  she'd  remember.. .  Mum  Every  Day  Guards  Charm! 


THE  MUSIC  was  sparkling  — the  man 
adorable — the  evening  started  out  di- 
vinely. Ellen  at  the  start  was  ringed  with 
admirers,  she  had  the  stag  line  at  her  beck 
and  call.  "Who  is  this  lovely  girl?"  they 
asked  and  begged  for  introductions.  But 
one  by  one  her  partners  drifted  away- 
drifted  and  never  came  back 

Long  before  the  last  strains  of  the  last 
waltz  Ellen  went  home  in  tears— alone.  One 
simple,  unforgivable  fault  can  ruin  a  girl's 
evening— yes,  and  even  romance. 

At  a  dance  or  in  business,  on  her  job  or 
her  dates,  no  girl  can  afford  to  risk  under- 
arm odor.  That's  why  smart  girls  play  safe 
with  Mum— why  they  make  daily  Mum 
the  quick,  dependable  safeguard  of  their 
charm 

A  touch  of  Mum  under  your  arms- 
after  your  bath  or  before  you  dress— keeps 
your  bath  freshness  lingering  all  day  or 
all  evening  long.-  Remember  your  bath 
only  cares  for  past  perspiration  but  Mum 
prevents  risk  of  odor  to  come.  And  Mum  is 
so  gende,  so  safe  and  so  sure  that  more 


women  use  it  than  any  other  deodorant. 

MUM  IS  QUICK!  Just  smooth  Mum  on  . . . 
it  takes  only  3  0  seconds  and  you're  through, 
and  you  have  Mum's  lasting  protection  for 
hours  to  come. 

MUM  IS  SAFE!  For  you  and  for  your 
clothes.  Mum  won't  irritate  even  sensitive 
skins.  It  won't  injure  fine  fabrics.  Mum's 
gendeness  is  approved  by  the  Seal  of  the 
American  Institute  of  Laundering. 


MUM  IS  SURE!  Hours  after  you've  used 
Mum,  underarms  are  still  fresh.  Without 
stopping  perspiration,  Mum  guards  against 
risk  of  underarm  odor  all  day  or  all  eve- 
ning long.  Get  a  jar  of  Mum  from  your 
druggist  today.  Use  it  every  day. ..always! 

•  •  • 

FOR  SANITARY  NAPKINS -Thousands  of 
■women  use  Mum  on  Sanitary  Napkins  because  it 
is  so  gentle,  so  dependable  . . .  a  deodorant  that 
helps  prevent  embarrassment. 


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The  lion  roars  "See 'Men  of  Boystown'!" 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

It  will  be  money  properly  spent. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

It  will  blend  the  golden  laughter  and 
tears  of  April,  as  in  William  Watson's 
P°em-  *  ★  ★  ★ 
In  September,  1938,  Metro-Goldwyn- 
Mayer — conversationally  called  M-G-M 
—decided  that  the  world  should  know 
more  about  Father  Flanagan  and  his 
famous  home  for  homeless  boys  of  all 
faiths.  Result— "Boystown". 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

It  was  one  of  the  five  most  successful 
pictures  ever  produced.  There  were 
letters  from  the  public.  There  was  a 
demand  for  more. 


And  so  with  time  and  care  a  new  great 
hit  was  created — a  worthy  sequel — a 
successful  successor. 

★  *■*■★ 

Spencer  Tracy  and  Mickey  Rooney  are 
together  again. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Spencer  Tracy  and  Mickey  Rooney  are 
Father  Flanagan  and  Whitey  Marsh 
again!       *     *     *  * 

Spencer  Tracy  and  Mickey  Rooney  are 
wonderful  again  in"Men  of  Boystown"! 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

The  original  screen  play  by  James  K. 
McGuinness  was  directed  by  Norman 
Taurog,  produced  by  John  Considine. 

Time  is  the  master  critic  and  Time  has 
awarded  every  medal  and  trophy  to 
M-G-M,  the  master  of  entertainment. 

Sorry.  We  were  told  not  to  blow  our 
.  own  horn. 


Advertisement  for  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  Pictures- 


Smart   Screen  Magazine 


Delight  Evans,  Editor 

Marion  Martone,  Assistant  Editor 
Elizabeth  Wilson,  Western  Representative      Frank  J.  Carroll,  Art  Director 


May,  1941  Vol.  XLIII,  No.  I 

EVERY  STORY  A  FEATURE 

The  Editor's  Page  Delight  Evans  21 

Hollywood  Whirl   Len  Weissman  22 

Our  Love  Affair.  Nona  Mossey  and  Alan  Curtis  Jerry  Asher  24 

Letters  from  England!  Ida  Lupino  Gladys  Hall  26 

Hollywood's  Gayest  Bachelors!.  John  R.  Franchey  28 

Burgess  Meredith  and  Franchot  Tone 
"The  Bride  Came  CCD."  Complete  Fictionization. 

Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  30 
What  I've  Learned  About  Men  From  Working 

With  Men.  Joan  Crawford  as  told  to...  Elizabeth  Wilson  32 

The  Surprising  Mr.  Stephenson  Eugene  Schrott  34 

Chaney  the  Second  Charles  Darnton  51 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 

Ray  Milland's  Romantic  Real  Life  Story.  Part  II  Ida  Zeitlin  54 

Humphrey  Bogart's  Warning  to  Hollywood  Actors.  .  .  .S.  R.  Mook  56 

He  Gets  Away  With  Murder!  Jack  Oakie  Ida  Zeitlin  60 

SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

Gene  Tierney,  Bob  Hope,  Betty  Grable,  Mary  Taylor,  Peggy  Diggins, 
Joan  Leslie,  Marjorie  Woodworth,  Cesar  Romero,  Maureen  O'Hara, 
Stirling  Hayden  with  his  friends,  Frances  Dee,  John  Wayne,  David 
Bruce,  Brenda  Marshall,  Kay  Francis,  Brian  Aherne,  George  Brent, 
Martha  Scott,  Robert  Young,  Greer  Garson,  The  Most  Stunning  Still 
of  the  Month. 


DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot  from  Hollywood   6 

Stars:  Medium  to  Well-Done  Malcolm  H.  Oettinger  10 

Fans'  Forum    12 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes.  Patricia  Morison  Betty  Boone  14 

Tagging  the  Talkies   16 

Honor  Page    18 

Screenland's  Crossword  Puzzle  Alma  Talley  19 

South  of  the  Border.  Maria  Montez  Courtenay  Marvin  58 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  62 

Yours  for  Loveliness  :   69 

Cover  Portrait  of  LINDA  DARNELL 


V.  G.  Heimbucher,  President     Paul  C.  Hunter,  Vice  President  and  Publisher     D.  H.  Lapham,  Secretary  and  Treasurer 

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Copyright  1941  by  Screenland  Magazine,  Inc. 
Member  Audit  Bureau  of  Circulations. 


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Screenland 


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MICKEY 


BOBS  WATSON  •  DARRYL  HICKMAN  ■  MARY  NASH 
LARRY  NUNN  •  HENRY  O'NEILL  •  LEE  J.COBB 

Original  Screen  Play  by 
James  Kevin  McGuinness 
Directed  by  Norman  Taurog  a 
Produced  by  JOHN  W.  CONSIDINE,  JR. 


SCREENL AND 


from 

HOLLYWOMi 


Luscious  Is  the  word  for 
Rita  Hayworth  in  this  tan- 
talizing pose.  What  a  torso 
What  an  actress!  No  won- 
der she's  the  hottest  thing 
in  Hollywood.  The  silhou- 
ette, right,  seems  to  be 
pleased  with  the  whole 
idea.  Who  isn't?  But  wait 
until  you  see  Rita's  latest, 
"Affectionately  Yours." 


IF  you're  interested  in  the  rise  of  Kathrvn 
Grayson,  "discovered"  in  "Andy  Hardy's 
Private  Secretary,"  know  that  Kathryn 
isn't  at  all  new  to  Hollywood!  She  has 
been  insignificantly  hanging  on  the  edge  of 
our  vast  myriad  of  other  unknowns  these 
many  months.  Anyone  curious  enough  to  in- 
quire could  have  been  asking  about  her  for 
over  a  year  now.  Her  studio,  M-G-M,  has 
had  this  surprise  package  in  the  throes  of  ex- 
tensive training  for  that  long.  She  has  been 
assiduously  preparing  for  her  debut  that,  as 
you  know,  was  given  not  one  particle  of 
ballyhoo.  That,  too,  was  planned.  Her 
studio  wanted  you  to  discover  her  yourself, 
although  to  them  she  has  been  a  "cinch" 
from  the  moment  they  first  saw  her.  Never 
before  has  an  18-year-old  girl  been  given 
such  a  thorough  taking  apart  and  conscien- 
tious putting  together  again.  The  last  four- 
teen months  of  her  life  have  been  a  constant 
round  of  the  most  exacting  elocution,  sing- 
ing, acting  and  dancing  instruction.  She 
has  worked  constantly  with  body  builders, 
masseurs,  make-up  artists,  hairdressers  and 
clothes  designers.  A  modern  Galatea,  surely. 


WHEN  Martha  Scott  first  came  to  Hol- 
lywood, producer  Sol  Lesser,  who 
brought  her  out  for  "Our  Town,"  took  one 
look  at  her  and  told  her  it  had  been  his 
mistake  and  she  had  better  go  back  to  New 
York.  But  Martha  earnestly  appealed  to 
him  to  let  her  have  at  least  one  adequate 
test  before  a  camera.  Mr.  Lesser  was  set 
against  letting  her  play  the  role  she  had 
created  on  the  stage  because  she  had  had  no 
experience  in  Hollywood.  That  seemed 
down-right  silly  to  Martha.  So  she  insisted 
that,  in  a  way,  she  did  have  Hollywood  ex- 
perience. She  told  Mr.  Lesser  that  when  she 
played  Shakespeare  at  the  World's  Fair  in 
Chicago,  right  next  door  to  Robert  Ripley's 
Odditorium,  she  used  to  eat  lunch  every  day 
with  the  exhibits  from  that  show.  "I'm  posi- 
tive, Mr.  Lesser,"  Martha  smiled,  "that 
after  that,  I'd  get  along  very  well  in  Holly- 
wood." Martha  got  the  job.  as  you  know, 
and  she  has  really  come  to  understand  Hol- 
lywood as  well  as  she  predicted  she  would. 
In  fact,  Martha  is  now  being  kidded  mer- 
cilessly because  she's  gone  a  bit  Hollywood 
herself.  One  night  not  long  ago  she  combed 


the  Hollywood  hills  until  dawn  in  a  squad 
car  with  two  policemen  in  search  of  a 
burglar  who  had  ransacked  her  neighbor's 
home.  She  confesses  shamelessly  that,  to 
her,  her  cops  and  robbers  complex  doesn't 
seem  at  all  eccentric.  And,  truthfully,  play- 
ing detective  is  her  only  consuming  screwy 
passion.  She  spends  all  the  rest  of  her  time 
winning  acting  awards. 

IT  IS  still  Ciro's,  of  an  evening-  for  the 
I  bored  sophisticates,  but  for  the  livelier 
young  bloods,  the  place  to  meet  these  warm 
spring  nights  is  that  new,  more  than  smart, 
ice  cream  parlor  out  on  Santa  Monica 
Boulevard.  With  a  decor  you'd  only  find  in 
Hollywood,  this  den  of  hot  fudge  and  the 
richest  of  cream  concoctions  has  every 
youthful  figure  (the  only  ones  that  can 
"take  it)  beating  a  path  "to  its  door.  You 
can't  get  into  the  place  without  bumping 
into  Rita  Hayworth  or  Susan  Hayward 
and  their  gangs.  Even  Garbo,  it's  hinted, 
has  an  appalling  weakness  for  this  shop's 
delicacy — a  double-rich  ice  cream  flavored 
with  strong  black  cofree. 


LAUGHING,  FIGHTING,  LOVING 
their  way  into  your  heart! 

William  A.  Wellman,  Producer  of  "Beau  Geste,"  brings 
you  three  modern  musketeers  in  a  rousing,  rollicking 
romance  that  hits  straight  at  the  heart  with  a  wallop! 


JOEL  McCRE} 
ELLEN  DREW 


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Is  a  charmer  of^  soft 
rayon-and  Lastex  with 
intriguing  ribbon  bows. 
Fits  like  a  dream  under^ 
the  new  dressmaker 
fashions.  New!  .  .59c 


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FLRRIKinS 

A  carefree  pantie  al- 
lows freedom  of  action 
but  keeps  you  slim  as 
a  reed.  Celanese'rayon 
. . .  won't  run,  shrink  or 
sag  59c 


moLoiKins 

Blue  Swan's  newest 
evening  wear  creation. 
Fits  as  if  it  were  part  of 
you.  Laton*and  rayon. 

Si  .00 


AS  you'll  notice,  in  "One  Night  In  Lis- 
bon," there  is  a  scene  in  which  Made- 
leine Carroll  very  smoothly  slips  out  of  her 
military  uniform  and,  before  your  very  eyes, 
changes  into  mufti.  Usually  this  sort  of 
un-dress  scene  is  flatly  given  the  go-by  by 
big  feminine  stars.  It's  very  difficult  to 
keep  the  masculine  members  of  an  audience 
from  giving  vent  to  a  few  shrill  whistles  (o 
la  burlesque)  when  they  see  a  big  star  do  a 
strip  tease  on  the  screen.  Dignified  Miss 
Carroll  wanted  none  of  that.  However, 
Madeleine  was  persuaded  by  her  director 
and  her  bosses  that  the  scene  was  essential 
and  had  to  be  done  according  to  the  script. 
Madeleine  consented,  but  in  trepidation 
wondered  whether  she  could  be  screened, 
somehow,  from  all  the  onlookers  and  the 
members  of  the  crew.  Director  Edward 
Griffith  assured  her  that  that  precaution 
would  be  taken.  Hesitatingly,  Madeleine 
prepared  for  the  scene  and  was  very  ner- 
vous just  as  the  cameras  were  to  turn  to 
find  that  she  was  in  no  way  screened.  She 
was  to  step  into  the  scene  from  another 
room  and  of  course  the  gag  was  timed  so 
as  to  take  her  by  complete  surprise.  When 
"action"  was  finally  called,  she  walked  in 
to  find  that  every  person  on  the  set  from 
director  down  to  prop  boy  had  been  fitted 
out  with  a  pair  of  dark  glasses. 


Bette  Davis  was  ai. 
honored  guest  at  the 
annual  Motion  Picture 
Arts  and  Sciences 
Award  dinner  in  Holly- 
wood— and  stepped  up  | 
to  the  microphone  to 
thank  President  Roose- 
velt for  his  talk  from 
Washington  to  the  as- 
sembled film  industry 
leaders.  At  bottom  of 
page,  Bob  Hope  is 
shown  accepting  a  spe- 
cial award  for  his  serv- 
ice to  and  cooperation 
with  Hollywood,  with 
emphasis  on  the  many 
charity  benefits  he  has 
played,  from  producer 
Walter  Wanger.  Pro- 
ceedings were  broad- 
cast over  NBC. 

-\~BC  photos 


Hot  from 
Hollywood 

Continued  from 
page  6 


OH,  what  a  blossoming-out  there'll  be 
for  17-year-old  Linda  Darnell  one  of 
these  spring  days !  Watch  for  Linda  to  go 
actressy  up  to  the  hilt.  Until  now,  for  over 
a  year  and  a  half,  Linda  has  had  the  average 
beginner's  contract  with  her  studio.  Her 
salary  was  trifling,  as  movie  salaries  go. 
and  the  Darnell  family  being  the  modes: 
untheatrical  people  they  are,  there  were 
dramatic  indigencies  for  Linda,  wheth 
she  was  getting  to  be  a  big-time  actress 
not  From  the  start,  she  has  had  billing  th; 
other  actresses  work  up  to  only  after  years 
of  plugging,  but  her  salary  stayed  in  the 
beginner's  class.  Now  Linda  has  made  a  nc 
contract  deal  with  her  studio  and  her  boo: 
in  pay  will  be  more  than  hefty.  As  an 
other  newcomer,  she  has  always  had  a  yen 
to  be  as  flashy  as  any  other  young  actrei 
making  a  name  for  herself,  but  her  sensib 
and  thrifty  family  kept  their  foot  dow: 
Linda  has  never  had  her  own  car,  st 
doesn't  own  a  home,  she  doesn't  even  have 
her  own  fur  coat.  But  now,  with  the  salary 
boost,  watch  for  things  to  happen.  Believ 
it  or  not,  I  think  Linda  has  always  had 
yen  to  be  as  flashy  and  as  elemental  as  Lana 
Turner,  and  you  can  bet  that  now  she  will 
take  a  try  at  it.  I  hope  she  doesn't  go 
far  as  whizzing  up  and  down  the  boulevar 
in  an  open  scarlet-red  racer. 


tragic  accidents,  and  experience  thrills  that 
we  will  probably  never  know  otherwise. 
We  can  attend  races  of  every  description. 
We  can  learn  the  customs  of  people  of 
other  lands  and  modern-day  problems.  We 
can  see  criminal  life  re-enacted  and  for  a 
would-be  criminal  there  isn't  anything  that 
will  impress  upon  his  mind  that  crime  does 
not  pay  as  to  see  the  lives  of  great  crimi- 
nals— how  they  lived  in  fear,  robbed,  mur- 
dered, turned  traitor  to  one  another  and 
finally  ended  with  a  horrible  death  either 
by  his  own  hands  or  those  of  the  law. 

Since  the  draft  bill  and  the  American 
Defence  Program  there  is  hardly  another 
public  service  that  has  set  the  hearts  stir- 
ring of  every  normal  American  citizen  as 
the  movies. 

"Ever  onward  with  the  'Movies'  for  a 
better  and  happier  world." 

Henry  N.  Thomas,  Athens,  Ga. 


Will  someone  in  the  movie  business 
please  tell  me  why  the  wheels  on  wagons 
and  buggies  give  the  effect  of  turning  in 
the  opposite  direction  from  which  the  ve- 
hicle is  going?  I  have  noticed  this  in  a 
number  of  pictures.  In  one  picture,  I  re- 
member, even  the  wheels  on  the  hearse 
were  turning  backward.  Imagine !  So  won't 
you  please  do  something  about  your  back- 
ward wheels? 

Fayc  M.  Han-op,  Zanesville,  Ohio 


In  the  last  year  or  so  I  have  read  count- 
less accusations  against,  and  complaints 
about,  "double  features."  Now,  I  would 
like  to  know  why.  if  these  people  object 
to  them  so  heartily,  they  don't  plan  to  go 
into  the  theater  in  time  to  see  the  one 
picture  they  are  interested  in,  instead  of 
complaining  about  it. 


I  for  one  like  double  features  because 
quite  frequently  the  class  "B"  picture  is 
the  best  one  on  the  program. 

So,  please  if  some  people  enjoy,  and  wish 
to  see  the  double  features,  let  them  do  so, 
and  say  nothing,  for  people  are  not  com- 
pelled to  see  more  pictures  than  they  wish 
to. 

Ruth  L.  Scott,  Springfield,  Mass. 


This  is  especially  for  you,  Leo !  Your 
roar  has  been  the  preface  of  hundreds  of 
the  best  pictures,  but  please  won't  you 
give  one  little  squeal  for  that  charming 
actor.  Ian  Hunter. 

In  pleading  his  case  we  must  reminisce 
a  little.  Surely,  you  haven't  forgotten  that 
Christlike  figure  he  portrayed  in  "Strange 
Cargo?"  It  was  more  than  one  person's 
opinion  that  he  walked  away  with  all 
acting  honors.  But  shame,  did  you  do  any- 
thing about  it?  No,  nothing  but  cast  him 
in  some  more  of  those  crack  pot  comedies 
where  only  half  the  time  does  he  get  the 
girl.  If  you'd  rather  not  see  us  women 
swoon  at  his  romancing,  we  would  gladly 
settle  for  a  nice  big  priest  role.  If  you'll 
let  out  a  squeal  in  his  honor,  we'll  do 
the  roaring! 

Doris  Templeman,  Bell,  Calif. 


My !  but  I'm  getting  tired  of  seeing  these 
war  movies.  The  majority  of  the  film  out- 
put is  based  on  the  European  crisis  or  on 
some  fictitious  conflict. 

Don't  we  read  enough  about  it  in  the 
daily  papers,  hear  it  in  the  stores  and  on 
the  street,  without  having  to  see  it  on  the 
screen? 

When  I'm  in  the  mood  to  see  a  movie, 
it  is  finally  disclosed  to  me — and  to  my  dis- 


appointment— that  either  "Four  Sons"  or 
"Escape"  are  playing.  Docs  that  get  my 
goat! 

Why  can't  we  have  more  films  like : 
"They  Knew  What  They  Wanted,"  "All 
This  and  Heaven,  Too,"  "Mr.  Smith 
Goes  to  Washington"  and  "Our  Town  ?" 
(only  to  mention  a  few!; 

I'm  sure  that  most  of  the  theater-goers 
would  be  pleased  if  the  picture  companies 
would  produce  less  war  films. 

Geo.  Stupakis,  Monessen,  Pa. 


I  have  two  pet  peeves.  One  is  directed 
at  the  people  who  complain  about  double- 
feature  movies.  If  they  want  only  one 
picture  why  don't  they  get  up  and  go  home 
and  let  the  rest  of  us  have  our  two  pic- 
tures. 

My  second  peeve  is  at  the  studios  because 
they  won't  put  the  cast  of  characters  at 
the  end  of  a  picture,  as  well  as  at  the 
beginning  and  also,  ieave  them  on  long 
enough  to  read  them.  They  leave  the  art 
directors,  stylists,  etc.,  on  much  longer 
than  necessary. 

A.  V.  Tigner,  Des  Moines,  Iowa 


There's  an  actress  in  Hollywood  who 
has  recently  been  seen  in  three  wonderful 
motion  pictures :  "The  Mortal  Storm," 
"So  Ends  Our  Night"  and  "Back  Street." 
Her  name  is  Margaret  Sullavan,  and  I 
believe  she  is  the  screen's  finest  actress. 

All  the  reviews  of  her  pictures  that  I 
have  read  highly  praise  her.  When  are 
those  men  who  hand  out  the  "Oscars" 
going  to  come  to  their  senses?  Sullavan 
is  good :  why  not  admit  it  and  give  her 
some  well-deserved  recognition? 

Gloria  J.  Frank,  Chicago.  III. 


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City  :  ;   SL-5-41 


For  a  merry 
May  luncheon, 
let  Patricia 
Morison  enter- 
tain you  in  her 
charming  mod- 
ernistic home 


j"\ ATRICIA  MORISON 
\J  has  luscious  curves  and 
I  long  hair,  the  dignity  and 
languorous  beauty  that  seems 
to  belong  to  the  romantic 
past.  But  she  lives  in  a  mod- 
ernistic house  designed  by 
Frank  Lloyd  Wright — all 
sunshine  and  windows,  plenty 
of  air  and  absolutely  no  pri- 
vacy. "Simply  marvelous  for 
a  person  alone,"  commented 
Patricia,  "but  for  a  big  fam- 
ily, not  too  'cosy''  as  my 
mother  complains !" 

The  elder  Morisons  don't 
really  complain;  they  say 
tolerantly  that  it  is  rather 
interesting  to  live  in  a  gold- 
fish bowl  for  a  year  or  two. 
Pat,  they  infer,  will  probably 
give  in  by  that  time  to  one 
of  her  persistent  suitors'  and 
they  can  return  to  their  own 
English  type  of  house. 

Pat's  brother  solves  his 
problem  by  occupying  a  tiny 
house  three  levels  below,  ad- 
joining the  badminton  courts. 


14 


SCREENLAND 


Pat's  young  cousins,  Ursula  and  Dennis 
Skeate,  who  are  over  here  "for  the  dura- 
tion," think  the  outdoorsiness  quite  "jolly." 
You  can't  live  outside  all  year  at  home. 

So  there  is  the  Morison  house,  looking 
like  a  succession  of  glass  boxes  set  on  a 
green  hillside.  The  three  levels  are  carpeted 
in  blossoming  iceplant,  shaded  with  young 
trees ;  there  are  small  ponds  on  first  and 
third,  and  a  grove  of  fruiting  oranges  and 
lemons. 

"We  have  goldfish  in  the  upper  pond  and 
frogs  in  the  lower  one/'  Pat  pointed  out. 
"I  love  to  hear  frogs  croaking  at  night. 
This  really  is  a  divine  spot  then — I  throw 


Designed  by  the  famous  architect,  Frank 
Lloyd  Wright,  Patricia  Morison's  home,  where 
she  lives  with  her  parents,  is  all  sunshine  and 
windows.  Facing  page  shows  Pat  presiding 
over  her  gay  luncheon  table.  Above,  other 
views   of   our   hostess   in    her   unusual  home. 


open  the  huge  windows,  and  listen  to  my 
frogs,  smell  my  lemon  blossoms  and  watch 
the  stars.  I  don't  know  whether  the  stars 
actually  are  brighter  here — but  they  seem 
so." 

The  sun  pours  down  on  the  upper  patio, 
where  the  Morisons  and  their  guests  like 


to  bask  in  colorful  armchairs  or  inviting 
canvas  covered  lounges.  There  are  flag- 
stones set  into  the  hillside  leading  down  to 
the  badminton  courts  and  the  two  lower 
levels.  "So  good  for  the  hips,  all  this 
climbing  about,"  said  my  hostess.  "I  drop 
a  few  ounces  every  time  I  show  the  place 
off!" 

Even  the  living  room  is  on  two  levels — 
one  end,  with  the  piano  and  Capehart, 
music  and  record  chests,  takes  on  the  air 
of  a  music  room  and  seems  more  spacious 
than  it  is  because  what  slim  wall  space  the 
windows  permit  is  set  with  mirrors.  The 
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Delight  Evans'  Reviews  on  Pages  52-53 


Andy  Hardy's  Private  Secretary  M-G-M 

Mickey  Rooney  has  reached  man's  estate 
—almost.  He  takes  unto  himself  a  private 
secretary  and,  during  the  natural  course 
of  events,  gums  up  Judge  Hardy's  plans 
for  the  girl's  poor  family.  Kathryn  Land 
(Kathryn  Grayson),  Andy's  stenographer, 
is  the  surprise  of  this  latest  Hardy  series. 
Her  singing  is  indescribably  beautiful  and 
she  is  cute  enough  to  make  Ann  Ruther- 
ford suffer  symptoms  of  the  green-eyed 
monster.   Don't   miss   this   Hardy  film. 


A  Girl,  a  i^uy  and  a  Gob — RKO 

This  delightful  film  was  made  for  two 
primary  purposes — laughs  and  more 
laughs !  George  Murphy,  Lucille  Ball  and 
Edmond  O'Brien  are  a  happy  triumvirate. 
When  O'Brien  sheds  his  dignity  and  his 
stuffy  fiancee,  the  love  plot  thickens.  Cof- 
fee Cup  (George  Murphy)  is  engaged  to 
Dot  Duncan  (Lucille  Ball).  His  emotions 
are  torn  between  the  sea  and  his  sweetie. 
When  he  learns  Dofs  boss  loves  her  too, 
Coffee  Cup  comes  to  a  quick  decision. 


You're  the  One — Paramount 

She's  a  dark-eyed,  dimpled  darling  and 
loves  Orrin  Tucker.  Of  course  we  mean 
Bonnie  Baker  loves  O.  T.  And  he  cares 
for  our  "Oh,  Johnny,  Oh"  girl,  but  not  as 
a  blonde  menace.  Bonnie's  agent  changes 
her  personality  in  order  to  win  a  singing 
contract  with  Albert  Dekker's  band.  Sand- 
wiched in  between  a  pretty  thin  plot,  pops 
Jerry  Colonna.  Well,  O.  T— he  leads  a 
band  too,  you  know — wants  Bonnie  to  sing 
for    him,    and   after    awhile    she  does. 


The  Trial  of  Mary  Dugan — M-G-M 

Laraine  Day  realistically  portrays  the 
role  of  Mary  Dugan,  adding  new  laurels 
to  her  acting  crown.  Mary's  efforts  to  hide 
her  prison  background  is  studded  with 
suspense.  It  holds  while  Jimmie  Blake 
(Robert  Young),  her  lawyer-sweetheart, 
ignorant  of  her  past  until  she  is  on  trial 
for  murder,  cleverly  proves  her  innocence 
to  the  jury.  At  the  right  moments,  the 
inimitable  Marjorie  Main  relieves  the  ten- 
sion   with    bright    touches    of  comedy. 


Adam   Had  Four  Sons — Columbia 

Adam  Stoddard  (Warner  Baxter)  is 
proud  of  his  heritage.  His  four  sons  also 
revere  the  Stoddard  traditions.  Adam's 
wife  dies,  leaving  the  burden  of  their  rear- 
ing to  Ingrid  Bergman,  their  gentle  gover- 
ness. The  1907  panic  bankrupts  Adam  and 
he  is  forced  to  sell  his  house.  The  war 
years  find  him  prospering  again  ;  the  boys 
volunteer  for  service.  The  household  is 
disrupted  when  David  brings  his  war 
bride  (Susan  Hayward)  home  for  a  spell. 


16 


SCREENLAND 


*  *w        ON  A 

BIG  PICTURE 


Footsteps  in  the  Doric— Warners 

Murder  becomes  merry  with  Er- 
rol  Flynn  cast  as  author-amateur 
sleuth.  "Flynn  leads  a  double  life — 
triple,  to  be  numerically  correct. 
He's  a  broker  catering  to  a  lofty 
clientele:  a  loving  husband  to 
Brenda  Marshall  and,  in  between 
times,  a  writer-sleuth.  It  is  in  the 
latter  role  he  faces  trouble.  His 
wife  sets  a  private  detective  on  his 
trail  after  a  friend,  with  fiendish 
delight,  phones  her  her  husband  is 
out  dancing  with  a  blonde.  Fine  fun. 


The    Hard-Boiled   Canary— Paramount 

It's  hard  to  think  of  Susanna  Fos- 
ter as  hard-boiled,  especially  when 
she  opens  her  gifted  mouth  to  sing. 
As  T oodles  La  Verne,  she  becomes 
a  member  of  the  Interlochen  Na- 
tional Music  Camp  which  houses  out- 
standing youthful  artists.  She  is 
shunned  by  her  mates  at  first  but 
later,  with  the  help  of  Allan  Jones, 
endears  herself  to  them.  Complica- 
tions rise  when  her  past  is  uncov- 
ered. Happily,  all  ends  well.  This 
is  a  treat  for  serious  music  lovers. 


Back  Street — Universal 

Fannie  Hurst's  novel"  comes  to 
life  on  the  screen,  featuring  two 
celebrated  artists.  The  film  moves 
with  force  and  feeling  with  Mar- 
garet Sullavan  and  Charles  Boyer 
cast  as  the  ill-fated  lovers.  By  a 
cruel  twist  of  fate  Miss  Sullavan 
misses  the  boat  on  which  Boyer  is 
waiting  with  a  preacher.  They  meet 
again  five  years  later ;  Boyer  is 
married.  They  resume  their  broken 
romance  in  a  furtive  manner.  Sacri- 
fice and  heartache  is  the  theme. 


Topper   Returns — Roach 

Joan  Blondell  is  mistakenly  mur- 
dered and  returns  to  this  earthly 
earth  to  find  out  how  come  she  was 
done  in.  Also,  she's  out  to  snare  her 
assassin  and  find  her  body.  To  do 
this,  Joan's  astral  self  plagues 
Roland  Young  until  he  agrees  to 
help  her.  Eddie  (Rochester)  An- 
derson dodges  in  and  out  of  spooky 
situations.  Billie  Burke  is  as  giddy 
as  ever  as  Topper's  wife,  and  Carole 
Landis  looks  becomingly  scared. 
There  are  laughs  galore  in  this. 


The  Great  Train  Robbery — Republic 

Duke  Logan  (Milburn  Stone) 
runs  a  cafe  with  crime  as  a  side- 
line. Tom  Logan  (Bob  Steele),  his 
brother,  is  a  railroad  detective, 
honest,  fearless.  It  is  his  duty  to 
guard  the  Comanche,  a  crack  train 
carrying  a  shipment  of  gold.  Tom 
knows  his  brother  is  planning  to 
hold  up  the  train,  and  is  helpless  to 
prevent  the  deed.  However,  Tom, 
virtually  single-handed,  tracks  the 
ruthless  mob  and  manages  to  save 
the  shipment.   Bob  Steele's  good. 


Adventures  of  Capt.  Marvel — Republic 

Far  inland,  in  the  jungles  of  the 
Malayan  Peninsula,  are  the  ruins 
of  the  ancient  "Scorpion  Dynasty." 
Natives  guard  the  mysteries  of  the 
sacred  temple.  Unwelcome,  the 
Malcolm  Scientific  Expedition  ar- 
rives, seeks  to  penetrate  its  secrets. 
Billy  Batson  (Frank  Coghlan,  Jr.) 
refuses  to  invade  the  imperial  room  : 
for  this  he  is  rewarded  with  power 
to  transform  himself  into  a  super- 
man, "Captain  Marvel."  A  super 
thriller  serial  for  adventure  lovers. 


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"SIS  HOPKINS"  is  a-comin'  to 
TOWN  !  And  who  but 
JUDY  CANOVA,  the  beloved 
"JENNY  LIND  of  the  Ozarks" 
COULD  be  the  Sis  Hopkins  of  1941  ? 
IT'LL  be  the  screamiest  thing  on 
CELLULOID,  since  Mabel  Normand 
DID  IT  y'ars  ago  In  the  "Silents." 
THIS  famous  stage  classic  comes 
TO  TOWN  rip-roarin'  with  laughter 
AND  ZIP  as  Judy  streamlines  it 
FOR  you  with  new  fits  and  fittin's... 
BRINGING  joy  to  your  heart  and 
LAUGHTER  to  your  ribs  will  be 
BOB  CROSBY  and  his  orchestra 


WITH  the  Bobcats, 
CHARLEY  Butterworth 
JERRY  Colonna 
KATHERINE  Alexander 
SUSAN  Haywood. 
YOUR  local  theatre  manager 
WILL  let  you  roll  in  the  aisles 
ENTIRELY  unmolested  and  medical 
TREATMENT  will  be  provided 
WITHOUT  charge  for  patrons 
DEVELOPING  uncontrollable 
HYSTERIA.  It  is  your  big  chance 
TO  GET  troubles  off  your  mind 
AND  giggle-bees  in  your  bonnet. 
WATCH  your  local  paper  for 
THE  OPENING  date  of 
"SIS  HOPKINS"  starring  funny 
JUDY  CANOVA.  It's... 


A  REPUBLIC  PICTURE 


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Screenland  Honor  Page 


HEARTY 
WELCOME 
TO  AN 
ENCHANTING 
NEWCOMER! 


Take  a  bow,  Kathryn  Grayson, 
for  giving  jaded  movie-goers  a 
refreshing  eye  and  ear  tonic. 
Your  debut  in  "Andy  Hardy's 
Secretary"  with  Mickey  Rooney 
(scene  below)  was  delightful, 
indeed.  Please,  Katie,  stay  as 
sweet  as  you  are!  We  are  glad 
M-G-M  didn't  build  you  up 
with  a  lot  of  "phony  glitter" 
because,  first  of  all,  that  com- 
modity is  a  drug  on  the  mar- 
ket. Secondly,  your  wholesome- 
ness,  golden  voice  and  charm- 
ing manners  are  qualities  we 
prefer  to  see  stressed.  Good 
!uck,     enchanting  newcomer! 


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SCREENLAND  S 

Crossword  Puzzle 

By  Alma  Talley 


1 

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14 

17 

21 

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32 

33 

40 

4-1 

4-5 

50 

55 

ACROSS 

He  plays  horror  roles 

Mrs.  Dudley  in  "The  Lady  with 

Red  Hair" 

He's  married  to  Frances  Dee 
Heating  chamber 
The  famous  ice-skating  star 
On  the  ocean 

Her  new  one  is  "Nice  Girl" 
Printers'  measure 

"Three  Girls,"  Dur- 

bin's  first  film 

The  Dead  -  -  -  Kids 

Before 

"It's  A  -  -  -  -,"  a  Deanna  D'ur- 
bin  picture 
Biblical  pronoun 
Outer  coverings  of  nuts 
Tip  of  a  crescent  moon 
"Come  Live  With  -  -"  (James 
Stewart  film) 
Short  verse 

Scarlett  O'Hara's  beloved  home 

Strange 

To  shelter 

Seed  spreader 

Grief 

Lock  of  hair 
Religious  fear 
Yonder 

Wing  of  a  house 

Irrational 

Dry 

Kind  of  grain 
One  who  goes 
Rodent 

Steamship  (abbrev.) 

Lowest  point  on  a  thermometer 

She's  featured  in  "Ziegfeld 

Girl" 

Printed  notice  (abbrev.) 
Co-star  of  "The  Road  to  Zanzi- 
bar" 

"Tin  -  -  -  Alley,'"~with  Alice 
Faye 

A   federal   republic   of  North 
America  (abbrev.) 
To  recover  with  turf 
Famous  "Mammy"  singer 


77.  Co-star  of  "Bitter  Sweet" 

79.  A  tribe 

80.  Co-star  of  "Victory" 

82.  Gumbo-like  vegetable 

83.  Co-star  of  "Comrade  X" 

84.  An  assumed  name 

85.  Employs 

DOWN 

1.  Foretell 

2.  Level 

3.  Principal  roles  in  movies 

4.  She's  Maisie 

5.  Star  of  "The  Great  Dictator 

6.  Note  of  the  scale 

7.  Compass  point  (abbrev.) 

8.  "Gone  With  the  " 

9.  Compass  point  (abbrev.) 

10.  Co-star  of  "Srrawberry  Blonde 

11.  She's  featured  in 
"Honeymoon  for 
Three' ' 

12.  Weird,  uncanny 

13.  Tardy 
18.  Necessity 

20.  He's  featured  in  "The 

Bride  Came  C.O.D." 
23.  He's  famous  for  Swede 

comic  roles 
25.  Land  measure 

28.  Gardening  implements 

29.  Co-star  of  "The  Phila- 
delphia Story" 

31.  Star  of  "The  Mark  of 
Zorro' ' 

32.  Measuring  device 

33.  Premature,  soon 
36.  Chief  seaport  of  Arabia, 

a  British  possession 

38.  Alrr.  Cooper  in  "The 
Letter' ' 

39.  "Mr.  Goes  to 

Town,"  famous  film 

41.  Her  new  one  is  "Six 
Lessons  From  Madame 
La  Zonga" 
43.  Facility,  leisure 
46.  She's  featured  in  "Dark 
Streets  of  Cairo" 


49.  To  detest 

52.  Mid-day 

53.  Commissions  to  be  performed 

58.  "  of  Green  Gables" 

61.  Hard,  dark  wood 

63.  Upwards 

64.  Type  of  hard  bread  (plural) 

65.  Sly 

66.  To  delete 

68.  Clare   Pendleton   in  "Gallant 
Sons" 

71.  Tender,  inflamed 

72.  Collections  of  related  things 
74.  Depressed 

76.  Hawaiian  wreath 
78.  One  of  comedy  team  in  "Buck 
Privates" 

80.  Note  of  the  scale 

81.  Note  of  the  scale 


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SCREENLAND 


Winner  of  the  Academy  Award  for  best  performance  by  an  actress  in  1940  (for 
her  work  in  "Kitty  Foyle")  Ginger  Rogers  burst  into  happy  tears  as  she  re- 
ceived her  "Oscar."  Left,  with  her  mother;  below,  with  male  winner  James 
Stewart,  whose    1938  film  with  Ginger,  "Vivacious  Lady,"  is  being  reiisued. 


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EAR  MISS  ROGERS: 
You  cried. 


When  they  gave  you  your  "Oscar"  f 
the  best  performance  of  1940 — in  "Kitty  Foyle"- 
you  broke  down  and  cried  like  a  kid.  And  I  lS 
you  better  for  that.  It  makes  you  as  truly  hv9" 
as  you  have  always  seemed  to  be  on  the  scre< 

You  probably  haven't  noticed,  but  I've 
rooting  for  you  to  win  the  Award  for  a  long 
When  I  reviewed  "Kitty  Foyle"  two  months 
I  said:  "When  are  people  going  to  wake  up  a 
give  this  actress  the  praise  she  deserves — say 
Oscar  or  two?"  Well,  it  was  a  great  fight  and 
won.  I  mean  we  the  people  who  have  been  pulli 
for  you;  I  mean  the  fans  and  members  of  the  pr 
like  myself  who  have  been  boosting  you  in  the  f 
of  what  seemed  to  be  supreme  indifference  on  yo 
part. 

Genuine  shyness;  an  inferiority  complex;  ho 
est  modesty — these  were  some  of  the  kinder  reasor 
assigned  for  your  aloofness.  The  public — and  th 
member  among  others  of  the  much  maligned  pre 


OUR 


AFFAIR 


This  Is  How 

She  Feels 
About  Him! 


Lovely  llona  Massey  tells  the  true  story  of 
her  romance  with  Alan  Curtis — and,  facing 
page,  Alan  replies.  Right  below,  scene  from 
"New  Wine"  with  Curtis  as  composer  Franz 
Schubert  and  llona  as  his  co-star.  Far  right 
on     opposite     page,     an     informal  picture. 


FELT  that  love  was  just  not  for  me.  Alan  helped  me 
to  believe.  He  gave  me  the  desire  to  be  ambitious. 
Real  people  are  those  who  have  been  through  things. 
They  understand.  He  has  great  understanding.  And  ten- 
derness. I  have  never  known  anyone  like  him  before.  All 
my  dreams  are  alive  again. 

"Alan  brought  a  precious  gift  into  my  life.  He  taught 
me  how  to  laugh.  I  have  always  been  much  too  serious 
about  things.  I  had  lost  faith  in  most  people.  Especially 
men.  I  was  very  lonesome  during  my  first  few  years  in 
Hollywood.  Most  of  the  eligible  men  were  so  spoiled. 
He  is  just  the  opposite.  He  is  quite  unselfish.  Quite  un- 
aware of  his  good  looks. 

"Though  he  tries  hard  not  to  show  it,  Alan  is  a  senti- 
mentalist. Many  times  when  he  called  for  me,  he  arrived 
with  his  arms  filled  with  flowers.  They  were  from  his 
own  garden — picked  by  himself.  He  knew  I  liked  tiger 
lilies,  lilac,  lilies  of  the  valley.  They  grew  on  a  farm  in  the 
Netherlands  where  I  worked  as  a  child.  He  tried  to  grow 
them  in  his  own  yard. 

"For  several  years  Alan  and  I  passed  each  other  on  the 
M-G-M  lot.  Once  we  were  casually  introduced  in  front 
of  the  commissary.  But  we  never  spoke  again.  When  I 
saw  him  in  'Mannequin'  he  was  so  'bad'  I  was  sure  he 
must  be  exactly  like  that  fellow  he  was  playing!  I  ex- 
pected him  to  be  quite  conceited  and  self-centered.  I  had 
no  desire  to  meet  him  at  all.  To  my  surprise,  when  we 
talked  together  the  first  time,  I  discovered  he  was  a  nice, 
normal  human  being.  'You  worry  too  much'  he  told  me, 
as  if  he  had  known  me  for  many  years.  From  that  day  on 
Alan  began  helping  me  to  live  more  for  today.  Because  of 


those  early  days  of  poverty  and  sickness  in  Europe,  I  grew 
up  with  the  fear  of  tomorrow  hanging  over  my  head  like 
a  sword.  That  fear  is  gone.  He  knows  now,  instantly,  the 
minute  anything  is  bothering  me.  I  had  to  promise  that  I 
would  never  try  to  spare  him  if  a  problem  comes  along. 

"In  'New  Wine,'  our  first  picture  together,  Alan  is 
going  to  surprise  everyone.  They've  always  associated 
him  with  gangsters  and  similar  characters.  He  has  so 
much  real  feeling.  But  he  has  (Please  turn  to  page  93) 


24 


This  Is  How 

He  Feels 
About  Her! 

FROM  now  on  I  won't  be  beating  my  head  looking 
for  happiness !  Everything  that  is  a  good  influence, 
Ilona  brought  into  my  life. 
"Perhaps  I  never  had  the  capacity  for  love  before. 
Maybe  I  never  really  loved.  I  know  I  was  always  more 
or  less  indifferent.  Ilona  has  changed  all  that.  We  have 
been  together  every  day  since  we  met.  Just  once  I  went 
to  a  Turkish  bath.  I  counted  the  moments  until  I  could 
get  back  to  her  again.  I  feel  I  have  lost  something  when 
I  am  away  from  her.  I  think  this  is  the  way  a  man  should 
feel  about  the  woman  he  loves. 

"I  know  how  lucky  I  am.  Ilona  is  so  glamorous-look- 
ing. So  beautiful.  But  she  isn't  glamorous  in  a  Hollywood 
way.  She  is  practical.  And  serious.  She  believes  that 
marriage  should  be  a  partnership.  She  wants  to  share 
even-thing,  not  just  take  and  give  little  in  return.  She  is 
the  most  appreciative  person  I  have  ever  known. 

'"Before  I  ever  knew  her  I  imagined  she  would  be 
egocentric  and  aloof.  She  is  sure  of  herself  in  a  way.  But 
she  hasn't  the  singer's  ego  that  usually  comes  with  a 
beautiful  voice.  She  doesn't  baby  herself.  But  neither  does 
she  subordinate  herself.  She  just  handles  herself  as  a 
woman — intelligently. 

"Because  she  has  so  much  confidence  in  me,  Ilona  has 
given  me  confidence  in  myself.  She  has  a  million  ideas 
to  help  me  improve.  With  her  (Please  turn  to  page  93) 


AndJte/te 

Is  How 
They  Got 
That  Way! 

How  two  disillusioned  peo- 
ple discovered  it  was  possi- 
ble to  live  and  love  again 

By  Jerry  Asher 

SOMEWHERE  in  the  stars  it  was  written  that  these 
two  should  meet.  Not  astrology,  not  Hymen  (the 
God  of  Marriage)  not  even  the  Gods  of  Fate  had 
anything  to  do  with  it  happening  in  Boise,  Idaho.  It  was 
merely  Metro-Goldwyn  and  Mr.  Mayer. 

Ilona  Masse}- — heartwarming  Hungarian — eyes  of 
cornflower  blue — pale  taffy  hair  sprinkled  with  cham- 
pagne. Alan  Curtis — amorous  American — tall — -dark — 
and  rugged.  At  the  request  of  L.  B.  Mayer,  their  studio 
had  sent  them  to  attend  the  Governors'  luncheon  in 
Boise.  Ilona  sang  the  state  song  and  scored  her  usual  hit. 
Alan  bowed  from  his  handsome  hips.  He  smiled  and 
showed  his  teeth.  It  was  all  pretty  much  one  of  those 
routined  publicity  things.  Once  before  they  had  met 
briefly  in  front  of  their  studio  commissary.  Xever  had 
the}'  talked.  Or  cared  less  if  they  ever  did. 

On  the  day  of  their  return  to  Hollywood,  someone 
suggested  that  Ilona  invite  (Please  turn  to  page  94) 


25 


7T£RS 


From  embattled  Brit- 
ain to  hectic,  hard- 
working Hollywood, 
Stanley  Lupino,  noted 
actor  of  more  peace- 
ful days,  sends  his 
daughter  Ida  his  war- 
time impressions.  Cen- 
ter above  is  Ida's  only 
photograph  of  her 
dad.  At  right,  Miss 
Lupino  in  her  latest 
film,  "The  Sea  Wolf." 
Facing  page  includes 
a  scene  in  vivid  con- 
trast: Ida  and  her 
husband,  Louis  Hay- 
ward,  in  their  cheery 
Hollywood  home. 


As  read  to 
Gladys  Hall 


WE  SAT  at  tea  in  the  panelled  play-room  of 
Ida's  low,  white  rambling  house,  field  grass 
and  pepper  trees  blowing  in  the  twilight 
winds  outside  the  casement  windows,  stretch  of  sea 
beyond  the  fields  and  trees.  The  fireflight  flickered, 
the  dogs  snuffled  peacefully,  Ida's  hands  moved 
among  the  tea  things. 

"A  cup  of  tea,"  she  said,  "it's  keeping  them  alive, 
over  there,  you  know,  a  cup  of  tea." 

On  the  table  in  front  of  her,  close  by  the  tea  tray, 
lay  a  letter ;  across  it,  like  a  tape  holding  together  the 
edges  of  a  wound,  the  tape  which  read  "OPENED 
BY  EXAMINER  4789." 

"I've  had  six  letters  from  my  father,  Stanley  Lu- 
pino," Ida  told  me.  "I  have  had  only  six  letters  from 
him  since  the  outbreak  of  the  war — the  boats  went 
down,  you  see.  And  not  one  of  my  letters  has  reached 
him.  Because  I  forgot  and  didn't  send  them  by  clip- 
per. Only  a  packet  of  post-cards,  they  reached  him." 

Ida  raised  her  tea-cup  then,  looked  into  it.  as  if 
finding  in  the  cosy  comfort  of  the  tea  something  of 
the  comfort  they  are  finding — over  there. 

"It  must  seem  odd,"  she  said,  "how  often  he  speaks 
of  a  cup  of  tea — with  the  air  raid  warning  screaming, 
when  the  All  Clear  sounds,  when  they  are  going  out 
to  face  death,  when  they  come  back  again,  having 
eluded  him  once  more — always,  it's  a  cup  of  tea.  But 
it  isn't  odd  to  an  Englishman  or  woman,  it's  sort  of 
'Forever  England,'  that  cup  of  tea — bless  it !"  said 
Ida.  "Would  you  like  to  hear  some  of  his  letters?" 
"Please,"  I  said. 

Ida  went  into  another  room,  returned  with  the 
somewhat  thin,  little  collection  in  her  hands.  "They 
are  rather  fragmentary,  you  know,"  she  explained, 
"he  breaks  off,  every  now  and  then,  when  the  Warn- 
ing sounds  or  he  has  to  go  and  look  for  a  delayed- 
action  bomb,  when  he  is  called  to  give  First  Aid — 
a  few  of  them  begin,  neatly,  in  ink,  and  end,  scrawled 
in  pencil.  But  the  things  they  say,  in  spite  of  being 
fragmentary,  a  little  disconnected,  give  a  picture  of 
a  very  great  Whole,  I  think.  For  the  most  part,  they 
are  undated  and  all  of  them  are  without  address.  Only 
because  I  know  he  is  at  home,  our  home  which  is 
near  the  Croydon  Airport  and  so  is  near  a  First  Aid 
Station,  is  a  place  for  billetting  and  a  place  of  great 
danger,  only  because  he  is  there  do  I  know  where  he 
is — this  one  was  the  first  one  I  got  from  him,  some 
time  after  the  outbreak  of  the  War." 

Dear  Ida:  The  air-raid  shelter  in  the  middle  of 
our  garden  is  long  since  completed.  If  you  received 
my  first  letter,  you  will  know  that  I  was  the  first 
one,  the  first  man  in  Eng-(  Please  turn  to  page  82) 


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Straight  from  the  soul  of  war- 
torn  Britain  come  these  poign- 
ant letters  from  Stanley  Lupino 
to  his  star-daughter  in  Holly- 
wood. We  are  proud  to  present 
them  as  a  stirring  human  doc- 
ument of  our  troubled  times 


27 


PHOTOGRAPH  OF  BURGESS 
MEREDITH   BY  JOHN  SWOPE 


"MENTAL 
BUT  NICE": 
BURGESS 
MEREDITH 


PAL  IN 
"PANDEMONIUM": 
FRANCHOT 
TONE 


FOR  a  while  there,  the  place  was  called  Heartbreak 
House.  Some  wag  had  invented  the  name  to  sym- 
bolize all  the  little  squashed  dreams  and  hopes  that 
were  buried  in  it  when  a  California  court  parted  Bubbles 
Schinasi  and  Wayne  Morris. 

There  were,  of  course,  repercussions.  Sentimental 
spinsters  who  wish  young  love  nothing  but  the  best 
would  get  choked  up  right  to  their  eyelashes  when  non- 
chalant guides  or  blase  Hollywood  relatives  pointed  it 
out.  The  real  estate  people  were  especially  glum.  With 
one  eye  on  the  tragic  history  of  famous  lovers  from 
Adam  and  Eve  up  and  the  other  on  the  ten  percent  com- 
mission, they  began  to  despair  of  their  luck.  What  sane 


man  would  hope  to  inveigle  a  young  married  couple  into 
leasing,  say,  Wuthering  Heights?, 

But  tenants  did,  finally,  show  up.  Not  a  young  married 
couple  with  stars  in  their  eyes.  Nor  a  brooding  poet  and 
his  spectral  spouse.  Not  even  a  retired  nut-and-bolt 
manufacturer  and  his  fifth  (and  sloe-eyed)  young  bride, 
with  a  hidden  yen  for  Stanford  halfbacks.  The  lessees,  of 
all  people,  turned  out  to  be  Burgess  Meredith  and  Fran- 
chot  Tone,  as  gay  a  brace  of  bachelors  as  ever  haunted 
the  sleep  of  the  countless  impressionable  co-eds  through- 
out our  wonderful  democracy. 

You  could  have  capsized  Victor  McLaglen  with  a 
toasted  marshmallow  when  the  news  hit  the  town.  "It's 


Hollywood's  Gamst 


PHOTOGRAPH  BELOW  BY  JOHN  SWOPE 


"Heartbreak  House"  as 
it  was  called  after 
Wayne  and  Bubbles 
moved  out,  becomes 
"Pandemonium"  now  that 
Burgess  Meredith  and 
Franchot  Tone  have 
moved  in.  At  left,  that 
"surrealistic  masterpiece" 
which  might  have  been 
designed  by  Dali — other- 
wise the  living  room.  Be- 
ow,  Meredith's  bedroom, 
done  in  a  raspberry  pat- 
tern which  intrigued  the 
actor  from  the  beginning. 


28 


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phantasmagoric !"  the  eloquent  Jimmy 
Durante  observed,  rising  to  the  occa- 
sion. "Those  guys  and  that  house — 
what  have  they  got  in  common?"  For 
some  months  now  the  tenants  of  the 
house  have  been  struggling  to  discover 
an  answer  to  Mir.  Durante's  dilemma. 
So  far  it  has  eluded  them. 

It  all  began  like  this :  When  Burgess 
Meredith  checked  into  Hollywood  last 
August  to  settle  down  for  a  solid  year 
of  picture  making,  he  piled  into  a  cab 
and  was  driven  out  to  Jimmy  Stewart's 
house.  Jimmy  had  an  extra  room  going 
to  waste,  didn't  he?  O.K.  Out  of  sweet 
friendship,  Meredith  would  be  glad  to 
move  in.  He  was  all  unpacked  when 
Stewart  got  home  from  a  day's  work 
on  the  set  of  "The  Philadelphia  Story.'' 
In  fact,  he  was  putting  on  one  of 
Jimmy's  ties  when  he  caught  a  glimpse 
of  Stewart  in  the  mirror.  "I'm  here  for 
the  duration."  Meredith  served  notice. 
Jimmy  grinned. 

Everything  would  have  been  ducky 
if  John  Swope,  another  Stewart  crony, 
hadn't  arrived  on  the  scene  and  taken 
up  lodgings.  After  that,  there  was  no 
doubt  about  it.  Villa  Stewart  was  the 
most  chummy  little  house  in  Santa 
Monica.  Also,  considering  the  activ- 
ities of  all  concerned,  very  crowded. 

It  was  Meredith  who  had  the  in- 
spiration. Maybe  if  he  moved  out  there 
would  be  more  room  for  Stewart  and 
Swope  who,  come  to  think  of  it,  had 


What  happened  when  two  dash- 
ing actors  took  over  the  former 
honeymoon  home  of  the  Wayne 
Morrises  makes  hilarious  reading! 

By  John  R.  Franchey 


been  joint  occupants  of  the  house  before  he  had  moved 
in  during  one  of  Swope's  frequent  trips  out  of  town. 
A  little  skirmishing  around  and  Meredith  found  the  ideal 
solution  in  the  form  of  a  little  beach  house,  formerly 
occupied  by  Paulette  Goddard's  mother.  It  had  two 
advantages :  A.  The  rent,  especially  during  the  winter 
months,  was  dirt  cheap ;  B.  It  was  close  to  the  Stewart- 
Swope  headquarters.  That  the  house  was  falling  apart 
and  needed  paint  aplenty  did  not  trouble  Meredith  one 
jot.  He  hurried  over  to  break  the  good  news  to  the  boys. 

Jimmy  didn't  like  the  idea.  It  would  bring  bad  luck 
all  around,  he  figured.  Swope  did,  too.  At  which  point 
Meredith  had  another  inspiration.  The  Meredith  new 
acquisition  would  be  regarded  as  an  annex — merely 
sleeping  quarters.  And  he  would  continue  to  spend  most 
of  his  conscious  hours  at  the  Big  House  with  Stewart 
and  Swope.  It  seemed  a  good  enough  idea.  In  fact,  all 
three  drank  on  it. 

The  beach  house  had  just  about  been  made  shipshape 
when  who  should  arrive  in  town  but  Franchot  Tone,  also 
hell-bent  on  doing  a  batch  of  pictures.  Tone  lost  no  time 
in  moving  in  on  Meredith.  After  all.  didn't  they  room  to- 
gether all  last  winter  in  Xew  York  when  Tone  was  star- 
ring on  Broadway  in  "The  Fifth  Column"  and  Meredith 
in  "Liliom?"  In  much  more  ample  quarters  than  the  little 
dinky  beach  house,  to  be  sure.  (Please  turn  to  page  SS) 


29 


Decorations  by 
Leonard  Frank 


STEVE  COLLINS  had  a  way  with  planes  and  a  way 
with  girls,  but  he  didn't  stand  a  chance  against  a 
finance  company.  "Airflights,  Inc."  read  the  sign  over 
his  flying  field  and  it  looked  pretty  imposing  too.  But  when 
you  came  right  down  to  it  "Airflights  Inc."  consisted  of 
one  pilot,  that  was  Steve  himself,  one  mechanic,  that  was 
Peewee,  and  one  plane  that  wouldn't  be  there  by  midnight 
if  he  didn't  raise  the  eleven  hundred  and  twelve  dollars 
and  twenty-seven  cents  still  owing  on  it. 

He  zoomed  the  plane  down  over  the  field  and  the  girl 
beside  him  gasped  her  admiration  as  he  made  a  perfect 
three  point  landing.  Steve  grinned  at  her,  but  his  heart 
wasn't  in  it.  She  was  small  and  pretty  and  gaga  in  her 
admiration  of  him  but  she  was  cut- 
out of  the  same  pattern  as  the 
rest  of  the  girls  who  took  flying 
lessons  from  him.  They  came  a 
dime  a  dozen,  girls  like  that. 
"Two  more  lessons  and  I'll  let 


you  fly  solo,"  he  said. 

"Oh,  no,"  the  girl  smiled  at  him 
pertly.  "None  of  that  solo  business! 
The  only  reason  I  took  up  flying  was 
so  I  could  be  with  you."  She  looked 
at  him  reproachfully  and  then  sud- 
denly leaned  over  and  kissed  him  hard,  right  on  the 
mouth,  and  Steve  returned  it  just  as  thoroughly.  A  little 
diversion  never  hurt  a  man  yet. 

"And  you  have  a  wife  and  two  kids !"  she  sighed. 
"I  was  so  young."  There  was  just  the  right  amount  of 
apology  mixed  with  just  the  right  amount  of  regret  in 
Steve's  voice.  He  could  handle  a  phrase  as  neatly  as  he 
could  a  plane.  He  dug  into  his  pocket  and  came  up  with 
a  snap-shot  a  bit  torn  at  the  edges,  a  bit  oil-stained,  a  bit 
tired  of  having  been  used  so  much.  The  girl  looked  resent- 
fully at  the  small  boy  grinning  at  her  from  the  photograph 
and  frowned  at  the  little  girl  with  the  yellow  curls,  but 
Steve  smiled  at  them  fatuously.  (Please  turn  to  page  64) 


30 


Laugh  your  troubles  away  with 
this  grand,  gay  fiction  story  of 
the  surprising  new  film  co-starring 
Bette  Davis  and  James  Cagney — 
what  a  team,  and  what  a  picture! 

Fief  ionized  by 
Elizabeth  B. 
Petersen 


nil  ■■■  ny  iib  y  ■ 


31 


RAWFORD 


MES  BACK 


SCOOP!  We  show  you  first  pic- 
tures of  "A  Woman's  Face," 
Joan's  startiing  new  picture  in 
which  she  is  first  gruesome,  then 
glamorous — playing  a  girl  with  a 
horrible  scar  until  Melvyn  Doug- 
las, as  a  plastic  surgeon,  saves 
both  her  beauty  and  her  soul 


FOREWORD  :  Now  that  I  am  just  about  to  divorce  my 
typewriter — purely  on  grounds  of  incompatability — I 
have  to  sneak  around  snaring  innocent  people  into  writ- 
ing for  me.  If  I  say  with  sort  of  a  quaint  old  world  lisp : 
how  the  hell  am  I  going  to  pay  my  rent  next  month- 
why  invariably  some  poor  unsuspecting  darling  offers  to 
whip  up  a  thing  for  me.  Joan  Crawford  was  so  easy  it 
wasn't  even  sporting.  Joan  has  just  about  the  biggest 
heart  in  Hollywood,  and  thinks  nothing  of  knocking  her- 
self out  daily  to  do  a  good  deed.  When  she  said  she'd 
drag  out  some  adjectives  for  me  I  fairly  broke  my  leg 
leaping  to  Stage  26  where  she's  making  a  picture  with 
Melvyn  Douglas  called  "A  Woman's  Face." 

This  is  the  picture,  by  the  way,  in  which  Joan  becomes 
the  first  lady  Lon  Chaney  in  the  history  of  the  Holly- 
wood cinema.  She  wears  a  scar,  a  horrible  something  by 
make-up  artist  Jack  Dawn,  that  stretches  from  eye  to 
mouth  on  the  left  side  of  her  face — -a  regular  killer-diller 
of  a  scar.  Of  course  Dr.  Melvyn  Douglas,  the  plastic 
surgeon,  comes  along  after  a  few  reels,  and  pretties 
everything  up,  thank  goodness,  including  Joan's  soul.  A 
swell  plot.  Regarding  the  scar  Joan  said,  "If  it  weren't 
for  the  scar  there  wouldn't  be  any  story.  And  my  main 
interest  is  to  get  a  good  story.  So  I'm  not  worrying  about 
the  disfigurement.  There  are  too  many  pretty  women  in 
pictures,  anyway." 

Well,  the  day  I  arrived  on  the  Crawford  set,  my  heart 
pumping  merrily  with  the  pure  joy  of  getting  something 
for  nothing,  I  found  it  cluttered  up  with  Marian  Ander- 
son (in  Los  Angeles  on  a  concert  tour),  a  goodly  per- 


centage of  the  English  colony,  and  a  large  batch  of 
visiting  firemen.  Now  I  am  the  first  to  scream  out  in  out- 
raged indignation  when  a  star  closes  her  set,  but  I  must 
say  Joan  rather  overdoes  the  come-one-come-all  stuff. 
With  everyone  crowding  around  her,  wanting  to  shake 
hands  with  her,  wanting  her  autograph,  etc.,  how  could  I 
ever  get  her  working  for  me !  And  then  Director  George 
Cukor  had  to  give  me  competition  too.  "Camera"  he 
called  and  Joan  and  some  extras  went  through  one  of 
those  folksy  folk  dance  routines.  At  the  end  of  the  "take" 
George  said,  and  very  naughtily,  "Once  more,  Joan.  And 
this  time  give  it  more  of  la  vie  and  not  quite  so  much  of 
la  fanny.  Like  this."  (George  is  always  very  accommodat- 
ing about  showing  his  actors  how  to  act.)  Now  I  know 
many  a  Glamor  Girl  whose  great  big  beautiful  blue  eyes 
would  swim  in  great  big  bad  tears  after  a  bit  of  criticism 
like  that — but  not  Crawford.  You  can  kid  with  her.  She 
watched  George  with  a  make-believe  sneer  on  her  face, 
and  said,  "Now  George,  I  can't  possibly  ham  it  up  as 
badly  as  you  have."  On  a  Crawford  picture,  George 
Cukor,  wit  deluxe,  getteth  as  good  as  he  giveth. 

I  finally  lured  Joan  into  her  dressing  room,  with  a  cup 
of  tea  and  a  piece  of  cake  with  chocolate  goo  on  it  an  inch 
thick.  (How  she  keeps  that  figure  I'll  never  know.)  I 
stuck  a  pencil  in  her  hand  and  said,  "Write."  But  it  was 
not  to  be  my  lucky  day.  Into  the  dressing  room  popped 
Ingrid  Bergman  from  the  "Dr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde" 
set  next  door. 

"I  want  to  thank  you  for  being  so  kind  to  me.  Miss 
Crawford,"  she  said.  "One  feels  {Please  turn  to  page  90) 


32 


What  I've  Learned  about  Men 


From  Working  With  Men 


By 


As  told  to 

Elizabeth  Wilson 


GOODNESS  knows  I  am  not  an  authority  on  men. 
I  like  them  exceedingly  well,  as  what  woman 
doesn't,  but  don't  think  for  a  moment  that  I  would 
ever  hope  to  floor  you  with  my  knowledge — which,  I  might 
as  well  face  it,  is  certainly  nothing  to  brag  about.  Women 
have  always  found  the  subject  of  men  fascinating,  very 
fascinating  indeed.  And  I'm  like  all  other  women. 

The  best  way  to  learn  about  men,  perhaps,  is  to  work 
with  them.  They  haven't  got  on  their  party  manners  then. 
No  pretty  little  compliments,  no  neat  little  gallantries. 
They're  as  informal  and  natural  as  a  haystack.  I  have 
worked  with  men,  and  some  very  attractive  ones  too, 
under  the  most  trying  circumstances  (there's  nothing  like 
a  studio  at  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning  to  bring  out  the 
worst  in  a  man)  for  twelve  years  now — and  I've  learned 
a  few  things  about  men. 

The  most  important  thing  I've  learned,  I  believe,  is 
that  every  successful  actor,  or  director,  has  a  terrific 
sense  of  humor.  He  certainly  needs  it  in  the  movie 
business  as  nothing  can  be  quite  so  nerve-wracking.  If  an 
actor,  or  director,  takes  himself  and  his  "Art"  so  seriously 
that  he  can't  laugh  with  the  (Please  turn  to  page  90) 

Crawford   goes  glamorous  after  the  first  few  reels  of  her 
come-back  movie,  "A  Woman's  Face."  At  right,  a  typical 
Crawford    glamor-pose.    Below,    discussing    the    script  with 
director  George  Cukor  in  her  dressing-room. 


Ever  since  his  success 
in  "The  Letter."  with 
Bette  Davis,  you've 
been  asking  us  to  tell 
you  all  about  James 
Stephenson — so  here 
is  a  first-hand,  exclu- 
sive interview  from 
Hollywood's  newest 
important  actor 


By 
Eugene 
Schrott 


I  SING 
MR. 

ENSON 


ENGLISHMEN,  as  a  rule,  are  rather  calm  and  un- 
ruffled people.  There  is  usually  that  perfect  poise -and 
air  of  self-control.  But  this  was  not  true  in  the  case  of 
James  Stephenson.  He  was  probably  the  first  Englishman 
I  ever  met  who  was  as  excited  as  an  enthusiastic  young- 
ster at  his  first  big  football  game.  Not  that  he  showed  it. 
But  beneath  the  smooth,  unperturbed  surface  was  visible 
the  undercurrent  of  suppressed  happiness.  Any  minute, 
I  expected  it  to  break  loose.  Any  minute,  I  expected  to 
see  him  turn  handsprings  or  burst  out  into  song.  Perhaps 
he  did — after  I  left  the  charming  little  cottage  nestled 
high  on  the  Pacific  Palisades  overlooking  the  ocean. 

The  affable  young  man  in  his  correct,  casual  flannels 
and  open  shirt  who  sat  opposite  me  in  that  well  appointed 
living  room  was  as  full  of  vibrancy  and  eagerness  as  a 
teen-aged  adolescent  who  had  just  accomplished  a  re- 
markable feat.  And  James  Stephenson  had  done  that  very 
thing.  For  anyone  who  can  steal  a  picture  from  Bette 
Davis  is  doing  what  is  considered  the  impossible. 

A  few  weeks  before  "The  Letter"  was  previewed, 
Stephenson  was  just  another  player  on  the  Warner  lot. 
Hardly  more  than  a  mere  handful  of  people  had  ever 
heard  of  him.  For  three  years,  he  had  been  hanging 
around  playing  one  minor  role  after  another.  The  studio 
officials  were  convinced  there  was  nothing  much  they 
could  do  with  him.  And  Stephenson  himself  was  pretty 


well  fed  up  with  being  shunted  around  from  one  bit  part 
to  the  next.  Whenever  a  sizable  role  came  along,  some- 
one else  always  got  it. 

"I  was  getting  good  and  disgusted,"  he  told  me.  "And 
when  my  option  came  up,  I  suggested  to  my  wife  that  I 
pull  out  and  try  my  luck  elsewhere.  This  was  around 
June.  But  Lorna  advised  me  to  finish  out  the  year.  Maybe 
it  was  a  hunch  she  had.  Maybe  it  was  her  sense  of 
feminine  intuition.  But  she  believed  in  starting  the  new 
year  with  a  clean  slate.  I  took  her  advice.  I  decided  to 
stick  it  out  for  the  remainder, of  the  year." 

What  Jimmy  Stephenson  did  not  know  was  that 
Warners  were  all  set  to  let  him  go.  They  couldn't  do 
very  much  with  him.  There  were  so  many  affable  young 
men  hanging  around  but  few  of  them  had  anything  much 
to  offer.  They  didn't  know  that  beneath  the  calm  exterior 
of  this  young  man  was  the  stuff  of  which  Paul  Munis  and 
Spencer  Tracys  are  made.  They  didn't  know  because  they 
never  had  given  him  the  chance  to  prove  it. 

Some  years  ago  Warners  imported  him  from  England 
because  he  had  been  attracting  considerable  attention  on 
the  British  stage  and  screen.  He  was  uprooted  from  his 
native  soil  because  the  studio  saw  in  him  a  capable  suc- 
cessor to  the  swashbuckling,  torso-revealing  Errol  Flynn. 
But  the  plan  never  materialized.  Instead,  he  was  meted 
out  a  minor  role  in  "White  Ban-  (Please  turn  to  page  96) 


34 


FOR  PLAY-DAYS 


More  of  Gene  Tierney's  own  clothes  collection: 
below,  her  pet  play-suit,  all  of  snowy  white, 
with  the  new  full  skirt  instead  of  shorts;  at  right, 
play-pajamas,  1941  style,  with  wide,  wide  trousers. 


A  girl's  Summer 
won't  be  perfect  un- 
less she  owns  a 
bright-co  lored 
flower  print  for  fes- 
tive evening  occa- 
sions (facing  page). 


BOY 
ABOUT 


mam 


Since  "Tall,  Dark 
and  Handsome," 
Hollywood  heroines 
are  hoping  for  a  date 
with  Cesar  Romero 
—  at  Giro's  or  in 
cinema.  It's  Mary 
Beth  Hughes  who 
shares  his  closeups  in 
"Ride  On,  Vaquero" 


WITH  A  DATE 


Maureen  O'Hara  is 
not  only  all  dressed 
up  but  she  is  going 
places  —  especially 
now  that  she  has 
made  a  real  hit  in 
"They  Met  in  Argen- 
tina," her  most  cap- 
tivating screen  ap- 
pearance to  date 


Ernest  A.  Bachrach,  RKO-Radio 


"HOME 

is  the 


One  hero  with  honor  in  his  home- 
coming is  Stirling  Hayden,  who  re- 
visited New  England  after  his  big 
Hollywood  hit  in  "Virginia"  and 
found  a  hearty  welcome  from  sea- 
faring friends not  because  he  is  now 
a  movie  star  but  because  they've  liked 
the  Hayden  lad  up  Gloucester,  Mass., 
way  ever  since  he  was  skipper  of 
the  good  ship  Qertrude  L.  Thebaud 


What  did  Hayden  do  once  he  was  assured  of  his 
future  in  Hollywood  with  the  promise  of  stellar 
roles  to  come  in  "Botany  Bay"  and  "Dildo  Cay?" 
Buy  a  Beverly  Hills  mansion,  make  a  round  of  the 
nightclubs?  No!  He  hurried  up  to  Gloucester  to 
see  his  old  friends,  who  as  our  exclusive  pictures 
here  will  testify,  gave  him  a  big  hand.  Below, 
Hayden  with  his  old  boss,  Capt.  Ben  Pine,  owner 
of  the  Gertrude  L.  Thebaud,  famous  in  the  Inter- 
national Fishermen's  Races.  Left  below,  reunion 
with  Larry  O'Toole  as  they  look  at  the  model  of 
their  boat  which  once  took  them  to  the  South 
Seas.  Lower  left,  autographs  for  all.    Sailing  on. 


Hayden  visited  the  pilot  boat  Northern  Light — not  as  a 
movie  actor  but  as  the  sailor  he  still  is  at  heart.  The 
reason  he  isn't  wearing  a  hat  is — he  never  wears  one, 
when  he  can  help  it — though  he  has  been  accused  of 
"going  Hollywood"  because  of  this.  Biggest  kick  of  all 
was  had  by  the  two  sailors,  right  above,  the  pilots,  below, 
and  ship's  cook  when  the  photographer  included  them 
in  the  pictures.  Hayden  is  back  in  Hollywood  now, 
where  he  is  looking  around  for — you  guessed  it — a  boat. 


Photographs  by  Ed.  Sullivan,  Para- 
mount Pictures,  exclusive  to  Scbeenland. 


THE  MOST  STUNNING  STILL  OF  THE  MONTH 


-J  ^e  ^ve  y°u'  here,  the  most  "stunning"  rather  than  the  "Most 

LOi  lO.  Beautiful  Still  of  the  Month,"  since  it's  only  fair  to  give  the 

'  _  _. .  -*  rugged  he-men  of  picturesque  outdoor  dramas  a  chance  to  pose, 

JL^JLO.  as  we^  as  tne  delicate,  dreamy  beauties!  Bob  Taylor,  as  the 

robust  killer  who  rode  the  ranges  during  the  Southwestern 
cattle  wars  of  the  1870's,  is  pictured  on  location  for  the  film. 


A CAREENING  go-cart  struck  a  corner  lamp-post, 
its  catapulted  infant  hit  a  vagrant  heer-bottle. 
^  And  from  that  day  to  this,  anyhow  up  to  yester- 
day, that  rough-and-tumble  kid  has  had  some  pretty  hard 
knocks  of  one  kind  or  another.  Oh  well,  Lon  Chaney.  Jr., 
is  probably  all  the  better  for  them.  Certainly  he's  a  better 
actor  than  he  would  have  been  if  coddled  in  cotton-wool 
at  the  beginning,  then  eased  over  the  bumps  of  life  in  a 
cushy  limousine.  Of  course,  he's  built  to  take  it,  indeed 
did  no  less  than  that  as  a  human  punching-bag  before 
dutifully  stopping  the  hand  of  that  sadistic  palooka  in 
"Of  Mice  and  Men"  only  to  crush  it  as  if  it  were  a  mis- 
guided cream-puff. 

Now,  a  bemused  stranger  doesn't  approach  this  sort 
of  modern  Samson  indifferently.  Frankly,  as  a  great 
admirer  of  his  famed  and  beloved  father — who  wasn't? 
— I  was  greatly  interested  in  meeting  the  son.  All  the 
same,  it  wasn't  without  misgivings.  Perhaps,  like  others 
born  to  a  renowned  name,  this  actor  might  take  himself 
for  granted.  Maybe  he  woidd  regard  his  inherent  talent 


Despite  a  famous 
father,  he  had  to 
take  the  rough  road. 
He  was  a  plumber,  a 
butcher,  a  boiler- 
maker,  a  fruit-pick- 
er, a  movie  stunt  man 
— before  he  finally 
won  his  chance  to  be 
an  actor.  Read  the 
strange  r-than-fic- 
tion   story   of  — 


CHANEY 


the  Second 

By 

Charles  Darn  tors 


Lon  Chaney,  Jr.,  found  it  a  handicap  rather  than  a 
help  to  be  the  son  of  the  great  screen  character  star, 
still  remembered  by  mature  movie-goers  for  his  re- 
markable and  uncanny  make-ups  and  portrayals  in 
"Hunchback  of  Notre  Dame"  (silent  version),  "The 
Unholy  Three,"  and  many  other  films  of  yesteryear. 
But  after  years  of  struggle,  Chaney  the  second  came 
into  his  own  in  "Of  Mice  and  Men" — now  he's  stalk- 
ing in  his  father's  footsteps  in  "Man-Made  Monster" — 
see  scene  at  right — in  which  he  plays  one  of  those 
split-personality  roles  opposite  Anne  Nagel.  Upper 
right,   Chaney  as   himself,   chatting   with   his  co-star. 


as  something  to  be  accepted.  Even  worse,  assume  a 
superior  attitude.  To  be  quite  honest,  1  was  afraid  he'd 
upstage  me.  But,  as  the  last  of  the  Chaneys  yanked  him- 
self up  out  of  his  chair,  six  foot  three  of  heavyweight 
brawn  in  leather  jacket  and  workaday  slacks,  my  one 
fear  was  that  he  would  bump  his  hair-tossed  head  against 
the  ceiling.  No  two  ways  about  it,  this  young  husky  was 
all  there.  But  I  couldn't  help  wondering  where  he'd  been 
the  rest  of  his  life,  obviously  not,  as  might  be  expected, 
steadily  growing  up  in  the  movies. 

"I  was  brought  up  kind  of  old-fashioned,"  was  his 
simple  way  of  putting  it.  "When  the  old  man  said  one 
movie  actor  in  the  family  was  enough,  there  was  no  argu- 
ment. He  was  the  boss.  Dad  didn't  want  me  to  be  an 
actor  because  he  had  taken  too  many  bumps  himself.  So. 
among  other  things,  I  was  a  plumber,  a  butcher,  a  boiler- 
maker,  and  a  fruit-picker.  That  was  all  right  with  me. 
But  I  must  have  just  been  marking  time  without  knowing 
it,  because  acting  now  is  the  all-important  thing." 

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antee yourself  good  entertainment 
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"S  WANTED  WINGS 


STRAWBERRY 
BLONDE" 


"ROAD  TO  ZANZIBAR 

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ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
THRILLS! 

^  samara 

no+  at  all  Incidentally  to  de 
op  their  characters  m  the 
process.  Oh  yes-you  also  get 

PRODUCTION:  The  best-with 
the  finest  flight  scenes  ever 
Smed-not  only  daring s^un  s 
but  fascinating  views  of  big 

the  feeling,  thanks  to ,  s  p 
photography    and  M.tchel 
Lisen's  always  intelligent ■ 
recfion,    that    you  re  really 
learning      something  about 
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the  real  thing,  not  the  Holly- 

t„„c  is  the  teaming  ot  Kay 

as  the  cadets  around  whom 
apot  revolves.  Ifs  a  toss-up 
Uether  Milland's  suave  assur- 
ance or  Holden's  homespun 
charm  will  bring  most  fan 
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PRODUCTION:  FaithfuMo  *e 

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ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
LAUGHS! 

AppEAL:  Unlirnitedl Thatjs.- 
less  you  cant  laugh  "T  . 
Hope  or  croon  w.th  Orosoy 
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makes  Bing  Crosby  play  sec- 

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ACTING: 
Mr.  R 
charm, 
faire! 
WhiU 
in  pi 
most 
ans  lo 


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"TOBACCOROAD"     \         nNlCE  GIRL? 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
°  DIFFERENT! 

APPEAL-  Crave  a  change  from 
current  film  tare  . 
__and  you  may  be  glad  to  set 
+|e  for  the  aid  stuff. 
PLOT:    The    ploy,  TobaCrC° 
Road"  has  been  running  for 
Lven  years  or  so,  for  obvious 
easo-  The  picture  won  t  run 
that  long-because  i  w ;  sen 
ous  rather  than  sensational. 
PRODUCTION:  John  Ford,  great 
Erector  of  "The   Grapes .  of 


Wrat."  "as  made  here  what 
amounts  to  a  "documentary 

Le  fer  family  from  outrageous 
escrows  Jnto  almost  humon 

beings,  although  he  ha  r 
mH+pd    too    many  nokum 
tchts  which  weaken  his  case. 

Result  is  that  "Tobacco  Road 
is  neither  great  documentary 
nor   good   entertainment,  al- 
Lugh  it  attains  moments  of 
rare  artistry,  and  a  few  highs 

in  hilarity.  m.„rU« 
ACTING:  Triumph  for ■  Cha res 
Grapewin,    within    his  roles 
Citations,  as  Jeeter,  a  mem 

m  CenWo*    (Cont.  on  pages.) 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
CH4RMING! 

APPEAL-    Especially    to  those 
^D'urtin  fan's   who   may  have 
been  disappointed  in  bpr.ng 
Parade'-here's  your  g.rl  at 
her  best  again.  , 
PLOT- Dependable  eldest  dough- 

9  ,  niro  wav.  you  know, 

n  a  very  nice  way,  y 
A  handsome  stranger  solves 
Cer  problem  and  before  she  is 
hrough  she  has  sip  pec  cham- 
pagne and  alienated  her  best 
Keau— but  don't  worry,  she  s 
beau  cwpe+  Deanna 

still  the  same  sweet 
for  the  fadeout. 

bin  to  dance  in— |UST  n« 
home-town    atmosphere  and 
feable,  too-onW  .labor- 
a+e  background 
Fourth  of  July  party  w.tb  Jr^ 

Tinging  o6fO/d  Folks  at  Home 
__a  real  treat. 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
GAY  I 

APPEAL-  If  you  like  a  lusty,  lav- 
A-sh  musical  show-you  have  it 

here.  ,        \  \ 

PLOT-  Now  you  ve  got  me. 
know   Don   Ameche   plays  « 
dual  r6le-an  American  night- 
club   enterta.ner  in ,  Rio -  de 
Janeiro,  and  a  wealthy  Ba  on 
that  Carmen   Miranda  plays 
the  former's  sweetheart,  and 
AKce  Foye  the  latter  s  w|fe 
and-see  what  I  mean?  P  at. 
PRODUCTION:  All-Technicolor, 
glamor  galore,  stunning  ma- 
Lai    numbers    replete  wrth 
lovely  ladies,  it's  what  is  know" 
°nVcrHical  circles  as  an  eye- 
ing entertainment.  In  fact  it 
will  positively  dazzle  you  be- 
tween two  Don  Ameches,  doz- 

and  Chica,  Ch.ca, 
ch]c   will   leave  you 


Noife, 
Boom, 

ACTING:  Ameche  is  really  good 
as  the  identical  gentlemen 
with  complications  in  love  and 
finance.  It  isn't  an  easy  as- 
signment and  a  less  resource- 
ful actor  might  have  muffed  . t 
__so  no  more  cracks,  please 
Oth  Century-Fox    (Cont.  on  page 


53 


Ray 

Milland's 
Romantic 


By  Ida  Zeitlin 

PART  II. 

RAY  MILLAND  approved  of  Holly- 
wood from  the  first.  It  had  sunshine, 
pretty  girls  and  a  carnival  spirit.  It  had 
studios,  one  of  which  paid  him  a  hundred 
and  fifty  a  week  to  do  not  very  much.  Those 
who  were  for  him  called  his  acting  non- 
chalant. Others  called  it  lousy.  He  called  it 
a  way  to  earn  a  living.  He  entertained  no 
farfetched  notions  about  bettering  his  tech- 
nique. To  labor  at  his  job  would  have 
meant  cutting  into  his  playtime.  When 
Metro  raised  him  to  a  hundred  and  seventy- 
five,  he  beheld  his  line  of  action  triumphant. 

A  friend  with  whom  he'd  been  riding  one 
Sunday  morning  took  him  to  Muriel  Web- 
ber's house  for  lunch.  Till  then  he'd  kept  a 
fond  clutch  on  bachelorhood.  Freedom  from 
ties  meant  more  to  him  than  any  woman 
he'd  met.  He  was  persuaded  he'd  never 
marry.  But  something  about  the  delicate 
sweetness  of  Mai's  face,  the  simplicity  of 
her  manner  moved  him  as  nothing  had  be- 
fore. His  approach  could  hardly  be  de- 
scribed as  subtle.  "Got  a  boy  friend?"  he 
demanded,  as  she  walked  with  them  to  the 
car.  Mai  said  she  hadn't.  "Let's  go  to  a 
movie  tonight." 

What  he  didn't  know  was  that  Mai's 
father,  through  long  experience  as  an 
actors'  agent,  had  conceived  a  distaste  for 
actors.  When  he  called  for  her  that  night, 
she  inquired  brightly  if  he'd  mind  having 
her  brother  and  a  friend  go  along.  "Uh-uh," 
said  Ray's  alter  ego,  while  Ray  assured  her 
that  he'd  be  delighted.  It  took  a  good  six 
weeks  to  ingratiate  himself  to  the  point 
where  he  was  allowed  to  take  her  out  alone. 

They  were  dancing  at  the  Cocoanut 
Grove  on  New  Year's  Eve — her  birthday — 
when  he  proposed.  Mai  laughed — "laughed 


All  through  the  story  of  Milland's  life  runs  the  bright 
thread  of  reckless  adventure — and  sometimes  it  tied 
him  up  in  knots!  But  the  lovely  lady  at  left  has  woven 
a  tapestry  of  gay  contentment  against  which  the 
dash  and  daring  of  her  famous  husband  can  still  find 
complete  expression.  You'll  find  pleasure  and  inspira- 
tion in  this  most  recent  chapter  of  Milland's  own  story 


Below,  the  lucky  lord  of  Milland  Manor  at  ease.  Facing 
page  shows  you  the  comfortable  home,  Ray's  bedroom,  and 
the  hospitable  fireplace.  You'll  see  more  home  pictures  on 
Page  70,  including  the  latest  of  the  Milland  son  and  heir. 


like  hell,"  says  Ray,  still  wryly.  It  took  him  another  six 
months  to  convince  her  that  it  wasn't  funny.  And  then 
they  were  married. 

They  rented  a  little  apartment  and  had  a  lot  of  fun. 
They  moved  about  more  freely  than  is  possible  today. 
Xobody  knew  or  cared  who  Milland  was.  They  could  go 
window-shopping  and  bargaining  for  antiques  without 
being  surrounded.  They  could  hop  down  to  Ensenada. 
stroll  in  the  sunshine  and  dance  at  the  hotel  without  being 
highlighted  by  a  publicity-minded  master  of  ceremonies. 
They  could  drive  to  Pomona  Fair  and  throw  balls  at  things 
and  win  prizes.  Mai  won  an  electric  plate,  used  nowadays 
to  heat  the  baby's  milk.  They  bought  a  willow-pattern 
breakfast  set  for  a  dollar  ninety-eight.  Ray  comforts  his 
nostalgia  for  those  days  by  eating  his  breakfast  still  from 
the  willow  dishes.  '"They're  beginning  to  have  character 
now.''  he  says  lovingly,  " — showing  little  brown  streaks." 

They  could  ask  whom  they  liked  to  dinner,  ''without 
having  to  ask  somebody  else,"  growls  Ray,  ''becaase  their 
feelings  might  get  hurt."  Then,  with  an  abrupt  change  of 
mood,  "I'm  not  kicking,"  he  warns  you.  "Don't  make  me 
sound  like  the  kind  of  heel  who  beefs  because  he's  had 
more  luck  than  he  deserves.  I'm  merely  pointing  out  that 
obscurity  has  its  compensations  and  prominence  its  draw- 
backs." 

He  presently  began  to  discover  that  loafing  on  the  job 
has  its  drawbacks  too.  Partly  it  was  the  fault  of  the 
Hollywood  "typing"  vice.  They  melted  him  down,  poured 
him  into  the  mould  of  the  world-weary  playboy  and  cast 
him  that  way.  He  drew  his  salary  and  never  tried  to  break 
out.  After  a  while  the  playboy  market  dried  up.  Metro 
kissed  him  goodby  and  nobody  else  beckoned.  When 
you're  drawing  nothing  a  week,  even  a  merry-go-round 
stops  looking  merry. 

There's  not  much  fun  in  following  the  Millands,  step 
by  woeful  step,  to  the  conclusion  he  and  Mai  reached  to- 
gether. The  electric  plate  and  willow  breakfast  set  were 
sent  with  other  treasures  to  storage.  Mai  went  to  stay 
with  her  parents.  Ray  sailed  for  England.  There  wasn't 
enough  money  to  take  them  both.  As  soon  as  he  struck 
pa}-  dirt,  she  was  to  join  him. 

He  reached  London  with  a  hundred  and  seventy  dollars 
and  modest  hopes.  Both  dribbled  inexorably  away.  'When 
he  did  manage  to  squeeze  through  an  agent's  door,  the 
guy  would  look  out  the  window  while  Ray  cajoled.  Connie 
— an  agent  who  functioned  under  that  name  only — finally 
took  him  on — "why  I  don't  kndw,"  she  told  him  testily. 
She  did  get  him  one  job  that  paid  two  hundred  dollars,  of 
which  he  had  to  turn  back  seventy-five,  having  hocked  his 
camera  with  her  for  that  sum.  He  lived  in  a  dreary  pen- 
sion, where  he  ate  dreary  meals.  Otherwise  his  budget 
extended  only  to  threepence  a  day  for  tramfare.  His  co- 
pensioners  were  eleven  old  ladies.  Anguish  still  glazes  his 
eye  at  the  memory.  Eleven  old  ladies,  "all  with  black 
velvet  bands  round  their  throats,  all  with  accents,  all  bent 


on  looking  after  me  till  I  was  damn  near  strangled  in 
black  velvet  bands."  He  had  to  get  some  money. 

It  was  then  he  bethought  himself  of  another  talent.  He 
owned  an  amateur  license  for  steeplechasing.  To  become  a 
professional,  you  had  to  have  two  sponsors.  Swallowing 
his  dignity  with  no  ill  effects  save  a  bitter  taste  in  the 
mouth,  he  applied  to  a  couple  of  men  he  knew,  who  agreed 
to  sponsor  him.  He  won  two  races.  Then  he  lost  several  in 
a  row.  For  the  Kempton  Ground  three-mile  race,  with 
twenty-eight  jumps,  he  drew  a  pretty  good  mount  whose 
sole  failing  was  that  he'd  never  run  a  three-miler  before. 

Ray  felt,  if  they  could  get  and  stay  out  front,  they'd 
stand  a  fairly  good  chance.  The  first  time  round,  he  belted 
the  horse  ahead  and  kept  him  there  till  they  were  three 
jumps  from  home.  Then  he  felt  the  animal's  skin  go  cold 
to  his  touch,  sure  sign  he  was  finished.  By  some  miracle 
they  got  over  two  more  jumps  and  went  down  on  the  last, 
seven  horses  and  jockeys  on  top  of  them.  Ray  was  carted 
home,  a  leg-muscle  torn  from  knee  to  groin.  For  weeks  he 
lay  pinioned  to  his  bed,  surrounded  by  happy  old  ladies 
who  fed  him  soup  and  read  him  to  sleep  in  assorted  ac- 
cents. Some  recording  angel  has  {Please  turn  to  page  70) 


55 


Bogart  is  as  far 
above  most  movie 
actors  in  screen 
artistry  as  his 
home,  perched  on 
a  hill  over  Holly- 
wood, towers  over 
other  movie  man- 
sions. Below,  with 
his  pretty  wife, 
Mayo,  and  the 
family  pets.  At  the 
bottom  of  the 
page,  Bogart  sur- 
veys his  sky  to  p. 
Facing  page  shows 
him  in  one  of  the- 
menacing  roles  in 
which  he  excels. 


ALMOST  every  actor  in  Hollywood  is  always  pop- 
AA  ping  off  about  something  and  usually  it's  amus- 
/  \  ing  to  listen  to  them  airing  their  petty  little 
grievances.  Recently,  however,  I  was  having  lunch  with 
Humphrey  Bogart  and  he  started  talking.  He  has  always 
been  something  of  an  iconoclast,  without  being  obnoxious 
about  it,  and  I  get  a  kick  out  of  him.  He  is  a  "conscien- 
tious objector"  to  the  established  order  of  things — but 
not  to  the  point  of  scrapping  with  the  front  office,  which 
is  a  relief. 

"Y'know,"  I  heard  him  saying,  "if  there  is  one  thing 
under  the  sun  that  gets  my  goat  it  is  these  blankety- 
blank  actors  'with  a  message.'  To  listen  to  them  you 
would  think  each  one  a  Messiah,  come  to  earth  to  lead, 
not  only  his  brother  actors  out  of  the  wilderness,  but  the 
populace  of  the  country  as  well.  Just  because  an  actor's 
face  is  well  known  and  he  achieves  a  measure  of  promi- 
nence why  should  he  have  the  privilege  of  sounding  off 
and  influencing  or  moulding  the  opinions  of  hundreds  or 
thousands  of  people  when  ninety-nine  times  out  of  a  hun- 
dred he  doesn't  know  what  the  deuce  he's  talking  about?" 

"Go  on,"  I  goaded  him.  "You're  doing  swell." 

"All  right,"  he  agreed.  "I  will  go  on  but  I  won't  name 
any  names."  He  paused  and  grinned.  "Any  similarity  be- 
tween these  anonymous  people  I'm  talking  about  and  any 
characters  you  think  my  descriptions  fit  is  purely  coin- 
cidental. Get  me  ?  Well,  then,  in  the  first  place,  you  know 
as  well  as  I  that  the  weight  an  actor's  or  producer's 
opinion  carries  is  governed  by  the  size  of  his  salary 
check.  That  being  so,  why  shouldn't  Miss  Shirley  Temple 
and  Mickey  Rooney  be  the  first  to  be  consulted  on  vital 
affairs?  And  why  should  dear  Hollywood  only  listen  to 
people  whose  salary  checks  run  into  four  or  five  figures  ? 

"William  Holden  is  definitely  NOT  guilty  of  popping 
off  so  I  can  use  him  as  an  example.  Last  year,  before  he 
made  'Golden  Boy'  he  was  probably  drawing  about  $50 
or  $75  a  week.  If  he  had  been  in  a  gathering  where  some 
vital  or  political  issue  came  up  and  he  had  started  ex- 
pressing himself,  people  would  have  laughed  at  him  or 
called  him  a  fresh  kid  and  told  him  to  shut  up.  But  Bill 
has  had  quite  a  few  pictures  that  were  smash  hits  and  I 
imagine  he's  pulling  down  close  to  $1,000  a  week  now. 
So,  today,  if  he  expressed  an  opinion  it  would  be  quoted 
around  town:  'But  Bill  Holden  says — '  etc.,  etc. 

"I'm  glad  to  say  Bill  hasn't  concerned  himself  with 
things  about  which  he  knows  nothing  and  he's  still  a 
nice  kid  who  minds  his  own  business.  But  the  point  I'm 
driving  at  is  this:  if  his  opinion  is  worth  anything  at  all 
is  it  worth  any  more  this  year  because  he  gets  a  big 
salary  than  it  was  last  year  when  he  was  getting  a  very 
small  one  ?  Or,  because  an  actor  draws  a  big  salary,  does 
that  mean  he's  necessarily  a  student  of  economics,  poli- 
tics, world  affairs?  I  think  because  an  actor  happens  to 
have  a  photogenic  face  and  achieves  prominence  he  has  no 
right  to  try  to  influence  that  part  of  the  public  that 
happens  to  like  him. 

"An  actor's  job  is  to  entertain,  and  it  is  not  entertain- 
ment when  he  goes  sticking  his  nose  into  things  about 
which  he  knows  absolutely  nothing.  Most  of  them  just  do 
it  to  get  some  cheap  publicity.  Bette  Davis  said  once,  'If 
I  didn't  have  to  live  and  work  in  Hollywood  there  is 
nothing  I  would  love  better  than  to  write  an  article — or 
a  book,  probably — on  'What  I  think  of  Actors  in  Poli- 
tics.' And  she  certainly  has  something  there. 

"I  think  actors  have  as  much  business  serving  on 
political  committees  as  a  bull  has  in  a  china  shop.  What 
right  has  an  actor  who  has  achieved  popularity  on  the 
strength  of  his  screen  portrayals  to  try  to  foist  his  per- 
sonal opinions  on  the  public — and  I'm  not  just  talking 
about  political  views  now.  Delve  into  it  a  little  and  you'll 
find  that  all  these  'arty'  actors  who  want  pictures  or  plays 
with  'messages'  are  always  taking  trips  between  pictures. 
When  do  they  have  time  to  {Please  turn  to  page  80) 


56 


/ 


Humphrey  Bogart's 

To  Hollywood  Actors 


"Lei's  stop  kidding 
ourselves!"  says  the 
movies'  Bogey-Ma 
The  job  of  us  a 
tors  is  to  entertain, 
not  to  try  to  in- 
fluence his  pubKc." 
Do  you  ogre  e  ? 


Making  yourself  pleasing  to 
others  is  a  true  art,  thinks 
our  senorita,  Maria  Montez, 
as  she  turns  the  searchlight 
of  keen  observation  on  us. 
She  reveals  some  of  our 
weaknesses,  some  of  our 
great  appeal.  Her  red-gold 
hair,  shimmering  under  a 
black  lace  mantilla,  gets 
good  daily  care,  as  you  will 
see  across  the  page.  There, 
you  also  see  Marie  in  the 
soap-and-water  act.  Maria  is 
versatile.  Formerly,  she  was 
a  model;  now  she  holds  a 
movie  contract.  She  speaks 
several  languages;  rides, 
swims,  plays  the  piano  and 
ikes  to  pose  her  own  photo- 
graphs. She  lives  generally 
with  spirit  and  gusto,  and 
she  is  one  of  a  family  of  ten. 


South  of  the 

Border 


W 


Maria  Montez  looks  south- 
ward, then  homeward,  with 
some  vital  conclusions  on 
the  American  fern  me  fatale 

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Couriers  cay 


rvsn 


rON'T  you  have  coffee?"  Maria 
Montez  asked  me  from  behind  her 
breakfast  tray.  Her  voice  had  a 
distinctly  persuasive  quality.  "Do  have  cof- 
fee," she  repeated,  and  coffee  I  had.  I  had  it 
before  I  made  up  my  mind.  Maria  Montez 
made  it  up  for  me.  Here,  I  decided,  sat  a 
young  lady,  and  a  very  beautiful  one,  who 
might  have  been  a  very  successful  lawyer,  a 
suave  diplomat,  and  who  probably  will  be  a 
very  good  actress  when  the  bud  blooms.  By 
those  few  words  anent  that  coffee  I  saw  that 
I  might  easily  become  putty  before  that  sin- 
cere and  convincing  and  joyous  voice.  It  was 
real  and  there  was  nothing  false  or  affected, 
but  I  knew  it  combined  the  rich  background 
of  study,  thought  and  effort.  It  wasn't  just 
an  accident.  It  was  an  asset  very  definitely 
developed. 

Lightly  she  leaped  ahead  in  conversation. 


Everything  she  said  glowed  with  life  and 
color,  but  only  because  she  said  it.  I  caught 
the  spirit,  too,  and  marveled  that  coffee  alone 
could  bring  it  forth.  Talk  turned  to  things 
Spanish,  because  Maria  is  of  Spanish  de- 
scent, born  in  the  Dominican  Republic,  on  a 
June  6th.  Her  hair  is  a  deep  red-gold;  her 
eyes  are  very  brown,  and  brows  and  lashes 
are  naturally  dark.  Her  skin  is  very  smooth 
with  a  faint  golden  cast.  She  is  tall  and  .dim. 
She  does  not  look  like  anyone  else,  and  I 
do  not  think  her  face  would  be  easily  for- 
gotten. 

I  gathered  that  she  is  enthusiastic  about 
just  being  alive.  I  gathered,  too,  that  being 
a  woman,  she  believes  that  there  is  no  greater 
art  than  being  a  real  one.  real  in  the  sense  of 
being  completely  feminine.  So  comparison 
began  between  the  true  American  girl  of  to- 
day type  and  the  still  sheltered  and  seques- 
tered sisters  south  of  the  border.  Since  we 
said  good-bye  to  Paris  as  our  fashion  back- 
ground, we  have  wisely  turned  our  faces 
homeward  and  discovered  that  Latin-Amer- 
ica and  our  own  Indians  are  a  colorful  source 
of  inspiration  not  only  for  fashions  in  clothes 
but  for  fashions  in  faces. 

"I  admire  the  American  girl.  I  like  her 
freedom  and  casual-  {Please  turn  to  page  76) 


Mascara  will  improve  all  lashes,  says 
Maria,  deftly  accenting  her  own,  which 
are  nice  and  dark  and  long.  She  uses 
black  because  her  eyes  are  a  deep  brown. 


Powder  profusely  but  take  most  of  it  off, 
advises  Maria.  A  powder  brush  is  the 
thing,  but  lacking  this,  you  will  get  good 
results  from  a  fluff  of  soft,  clean  cotton. 


A  touch  of  oil  or  cream  gives  a  luminous 
quality  to  the  lids  and  space  between 
brows  and  eyes,  especially  when  they  are 
wide,   like    Maria's.  This   is  for  glamor! 


5S 


OAKIE  poised  a  couple  of  fingers  on  his  chest, 
lifted  his  head  and  carolled.  The  tune  was  Mack 
Gordon's,  the  words  his  own.  "What  the  heck, 
I'm  a  tenor — ■"  he  bellowed  with  operatic  nourishes — 
"Mi-mi-mi-moo-moo-moo — I'm  Zanuck's  Elsie  the  Cow 
— I've  made  a  lot  of  pictures  and  I  mention  them  from 
time  to  time — be  with  you  in  a  minute,  honey,"  he  sang, 
catching  sight  of  me  in  the  doorway — "Oakie's  on  the 
screen  and  he's  making  faces — who  gives  a  hoot  about 
anything  else — moooo — moohooooooo — "  He  held  the 
last  note,  tapering  it  off  between  thumb  and  finger.  Then 
he  turned  to  Archie  Mayo.  "See  what  I  mean,  boss?" 

Mayo,  directing  "The  Great  American  Broadcast," 
had  dropped  into  Jack's  dressing-room  to  discuss  a  scene. 
Jack  was  showing  him  how  it  ought  to  be  done.  Jack  will 
show  anyone,  including  Chaplin,  how  any  scene  ought  to 
be  done.  Nobody  minds.  First,  because  few  have  a 
shrewder  comic  sense  than  Mr.  Oakie.  Second,  because 
there's  something  Olympian  about  his  impudence.  Like 
anything  sublime,  it  takes  your  breath  away.  It  has  a 
quality  of  serenity  shared  only  by  the  nobler  aspects  of 
art  and  nature.  It's  as  free  from  malice  as  a  cloud  that 
drops  rain  on  you,  and  equally  unconscious  of  giving 
offense.  Also,  you've  got  as  good  a  chance  of  stopping 
one  as  the  other. 

"I'm  not  vicious,"  he  explains,  "unless  it's  with  some- 
one I  truly  despise,  then  look  out  for  the  son-of-a-gun." 
(Bowdlerized.  Ed.)  To  give  him  his  due,  there  can't  be 
many  whom  he  truly  despises.  A  boisterous  benevolence 
is  the  keynote  of  the  Oakie  makeup.  He  never  forgets  a 
name  or  a  face  or  which  goes  with  which.  His  progress 
through  life  and  across  a  studio  lot  is  marked  by  a  rapid 
fire  of  ribald  greetings  and  cheerful  insults.  If  he  calls 
you  anything  more  complimentary  than  horse-thief,  it's 
because  he  doesn't  like  you.  He  will  undoubtedly  die  with 
a  wisecrack  on  his  tongue.  They  well  up  from  an  ever- 
bubbling  source  and  he  rarely  repeats.  "Seen  Shirley 
Temple  lately?"  he'll  boom  at  Zanuck,  or,  "I  mostly  don't 
talk  to  the  help." 

In  the  interests  of  gaiety  anything  goes,  and  he's 
genuinely  bewildered  if  one  of  his  sallies  misfires.  His 
moon-face  crumples  like  a  baby's  in  distress.  "It  was  only 
a  gag,  honey,"  he'll  plead.  "C'mon,  spit  in  my  eye."  Honey 
is  anyone  from  a  glamor  girl  up  and  down.  Jack's  the 
great  leveller.  After  a  minute  or  two,  he'd  be  calling 
Queen  Elizabeth  your  Majesty,  honey. 

To  illustrate  his  method,  take  the  case  of  Oakie  vs.  Gene 
Towne.  The  reputation  of  Towne  and  Baker  as  a  brilliant 
writing  team  had  been  exceeded  only  by  their  still  loftier 
fame  as  Hollywood's  most  spectacular  pair  of  clowns. 
Then  they  turned  producers.  Producers  have  no  time  for 


Noted  for  scene-stealing,  Oakie  deals  gently  with  lovely 
lady  stars  like  Alice  Faye — he  just  steals  every  other 
scene   from    her    in    "The    Great   American  Broadcast." 


He 

Gets  Away 
with 
Murder! 

Two  years  ago,  his  agent  couldn't  give 
Jack  Oakie  away  with  a  set  of  dishes. 
Today,  the  beloved  ex-Bad  Boy  of  Holly- 
wood gets  around  seventy-five  hun- 
dred a  week.  Not  dishes.  Smackers! 

By  Ida  Zeitlin 


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clowning.  Oakie  had  been  hired  for  their  production  of 
"Little  Men,"  and  Oakie  had  been  reported  late  on  the 
set.  In  the  midst  of  production,  a  boy  handed  a  severe 
note  from  Mr.  Towne  to  Mr.  Oakie. 

It's  not  that  Jack  minds  being  reprimanded  for  cause. 
It  was  the  method  that  grieved  his  democratic  soul.  "I'm 
right  downstairs,  he  could've  sent  for  me,  he  could've 
caught  me  in  the  lunchroom.  But  no,  he's  a  producer 
now.  He  s  got  a  big  office  with  buttons,  with  secretaries. 
In  the  middle  of  the  picture,  he's  got  nothing  else  to  do, 
he  says,  'Secretary,  take  a  letter.'  " 

Oakie  took  action.  "Hold  the  cameras!  Hold  every- 
thing!" He  flapped  a  paper  under  the  director's 
astounded  nose.  "I  gotta  see  Mr.  Towne.  I  gotta  letter.'' 
He  entered  the  big  office  and  faced  his  producer  across 
the  desk  with  buttons.  Mournful-eyed,  he  laid  down  the 
note,  and  when  he  spoke,  his  tones  rang  hollow.  "Know 
what  this  mistake  is  liable  to  cost  you,  Towne  ? — Quarter 
of  a  million. — You  didn't  know  it,  but  I'm  allergic  to 
notes.  They  hit  me  like  time-bombs.  My  voice  is  gone, 
my  mind's  a  blank.  I  might  even  get  drunk.  If  I  go  on  a 
jag,  Towne,  it'll  be  for  two  weeks.  Imagine  what  that'll 
do  to  the  budget,  Towne."  As  he  started  backward,  his 
voice  fell  between  a  croak  and  a  whisper.  "You're  a  pro- 
ducer now,  Towne.  Lemme  give  you  a  tip.  A  smart 
producer  waits.  He  waits  till  the  picture's  over,  then  he 
sends  notes."  Out  in  the  hall,  he  stuck  his  head  back 
round  the  edge  of  the  doorway.  "Too  bad  you  ain't  a 
smart  producer,  Towne,"  he  yelled,  and  ducked  just  in 
time  to  avoid  mayhem. 

It's  not  so  long  since  Jack  would  have  walked  off  a  set 
for  no  better  reason  than  because  he  felt  like  it.  A  bit- 
terly helpless  notice  would  appear  on  the  board :  "Call 
for  nine  o'clock,  Oakie  permitting."  You  will  ask,  as  I 


did,  how  he  got  away  with  it.  First,  because  the  public 
screamed  for  Oakie.  Then,  because  the  pictures  for  which 
he  was  under  contract,  had  been  sold  in  advance  and  had 
to  be  delivered.  As  for  Jack,  he  couldn't  be  bothered.  Life 
with  its  pleasant  vistas  of  wine,  woman  and  song 
stretched  endlessly  ahead.  A  good  comic  could  always 
find  a  job.  If  the  picture  turned  out  okay,  okay.  If  not, 
here's  mud  in  your  eye,  boys,  and  the  hell  with  it. 

Oakie,  rip  and  roisterer,  hasn't  had  a  drink  in  two 
years.  "Here  comes  the  apostle,"  yell  his  erstwhile 
cronies.  He  sits  down  with  them  and  guzzles  fruit  juice. 
He  takes  out  a  little  bronze  box  and  ostentatiously  pops 
into  his  mouth  a  Vitamin  B  pill.  "My  narcotics,"  he 
explains. 

What  made  him  quit  drinking?  "A  set  of  dishes,"  he'll 
tell  you.  The  reference  is  to  an  item  in  Louella  Parsons' 
column.  "Two  years  ago."  she  wrote,  "they  couldn't  give 
Oakie  away  with  a  set  of  dishes."  Jack  read  the  item  and 
picked  up  the  phone.  "What  kind  of  dishes,  Lolly?"  he 
cooed,  bland  as  a  Raphael  cherub. 

He  prefers  to  milk  the  experience  for  laughs — his 
natural  idiom.  If  you  pin  him  down,  though,  he'll  give 
it  to  you  straight.  "I  think  my  mother's  death  had  more 
to  do  with  it  than  anything  else.  When  people  close  to 
you  die,  mean  to  say  you  don't  think?  Life  shortens  up 
for  you.  One  day  makes  you  older  than  the  ten  years 
before  it.  You  start  asking  yourself,  what's  it  all  about, 
what've  you  had  out  of  life,  what've  you  given,  what 
do  you  want?  To  drink  up  all  the  booze  in  the  world? 
Make  yourself  fuehrer  of  the  alcoholic  ward  ? 

"Everything  happened  at  once."  (His  wife  left  him, 
for  one  thing,  but  Jack  won't  talk  about  that.  They're 
together  again,  and  happy).  "I  was  getting  in  the  B  rut 
over  there  at  RKO,  making  those  lousy  Annabels.  So  I 
went  to  Europe.  When  I  came  back,  my  name  was 
Bingo." 

Even  his  agent  showed  a  certain  lack  of  sympathy. 
"Never  did  I  think  I'd  have  to  sit  in  an  executive's  office, 
with  my  hat  in  my  hand,  begging  a  spot  for  you.  AXD 
XOT  GETTING  IT!!" 

"What's  the  matter?''  roared  his  indignant  client.  "I've 
pioneered  in  this  business.  How  can  it  stop  all  of  a  sud- 
den? I  haven't  aged.  I  haven't  lost  my  cunning.  I'm  still 
a  good  comic,  high,  medium  or  low.  They  don't  grow  on 
trees.  You  can't  press  a  button  and  make  a  guy  funny. 
They  still  need  comics — " 

The  answer  came  with  more  candor  than  kindness. 
"Did  you  ever  hear  of  comics  not  named  Jack  Oakie? 
Who  don't  hold  up  production?  Who  don't  hanker  to  set 
themselves  up  as  kingpins  of  the  booze  trade?" 

"Hah!"  said  Jack.  {Please  turn  to  page  92) 


Example  of  Jack  Oakie's  amazing  technique,  below:  handsome 
hero  John  Payne  hasn't  a  chance  when  Oakie  chooses  to 
turn   on   one   of   his   inimitable   grimaces,   as   he   does  here. 


No  wonder  these  lucky,  lucky  gals  smile  as  they  fondle  their  sore 
tootsies.  They're  close  enough  to  James  Stewart  to  touch  him. 
And  that's  somethin' — what  with  Jimmy  toting  an  "Oscar"  for  his 
work  in  "Philadelphia  Story"  with  him  into  Uncle  Sam's  army. 
The   scene   below   is  from  James   Roosevelt's   "Pot  O'  Gold." 


GOSSIPY 
GLIMPSES 
OF  THE 
ELITE 
OF 
CINEMA 
STREET 


MICKEY  ROONEY  isn't  slipping  in  his 
ability  to  think  up  calamitous  prac- 
tical jokes  on  his  friends.  He  still  has  the 
ability  and  the  inclination,  but  it's  hinted 
that  Mickey  has  toned  down  his  activity  be- 
cause a  couple  of  awfully  big-looking  fel- 
lows have  become  awfully  annoyed  with 
some  of  pint-sized  Mickey's  antics.  So  now, 
Mickey  resorts  to  innocuous  little  gags  of 
this  caliber.  On  the  set  of  his  last  picture, 


By 

Weston 
East 


a  group  of  visitors  were  plying  him  with  all 
sorts  of  staggering  praise  and  Mickey  was 
lightly  tossing  it  all  away  by  insisting  that 
if  they  thought  he  was  so  good  they  should 
know  more  about  his  director,  Norman 
Taurog.  "You  know,"  Mickey  went  on,  "he 
does  all  these  wonderful  directing  jobs  and 
he  can't  even  read  or  write."  The  tourists' 
mouths  fell  agape.  Incredulous  !  "Yes,"  Mic- 
key insisted,  "you  just  watch,  when  he  goes 


These  cuties  will  flash  be- 
fore your  eyes  in  "Pot  O' 
Gold."  Jean  O'Donnell,  left, 
and  Millie  ("Legs")  Morris. 


into  the  next  scene  he'll  have  to  have  some- 
one read  it  for  him."  Sure  enough,  soon  the 
script  girl  was  meticulously  giving  her  di- 
rector every  word  of  dialogue  and  direction 
from  the  script.  The  amazed  visitors  slowly 
shook  their  puzzled  heads.  Mickey  never 
told  them,  of  course,  that  the  ritual  was  just 
a  directorial  habit  that  Taurog  always  used 
as  a  last  minute  check  for  securing 
authenticity. 


62 


BECAUSE  of  the  failure  of  anyone  in 
Hollywood  to  ferret  out  anything  new 
and  really  astounding  about  Bette  Davis' 
new  husband,  every  meager  wisp  of  in- 
formation on  him  is  being  turned  over  and 
over  again  here  by  the  more  curious 
tongues.  What  such  a  man  could  ever  pos- 
sibly find  in  Hollywood  to  interest  him  is 
an  exclamation  most  frequently  heard  after 
people  meet  him  for  the  first  time.  Fiery 
Miss  Davis,  the  idle  tongues  chatter,  has 
brought  to  Hollywood  a  husband  who  came 
from  a  strata  far  above  the  run-of-the-mill 
social  standard,  and  at  least  a  dozen 
notches  above  the  average  mental  level  of 
the  generally  accepted  motion  picture  mind. 
That,  pessimists  insist  with  a  grave  shake 
of  their  heads,  is  defiant  bravery  in  the 
truly  epic  sense.  According  to  them  no  one 
but  Davis  would  dare  to  challenge  the  ac- 
cepted routine  here  with  such  a  rank  de- 
parture from  the  pattern.  "Farny"  as  Bette 
affectionately  calls  husband  No.  2,  "will  get 
along,"  as  she  puts  it.  Bette  doesn't  attempt 
to  add  a  bit  of  information  to  everyone's 
inevitable  questioning  about  Farny.  She 
won't  allow  herself  to  talk  of  any  of  her 
new  husband's  interests  except  his  flying. 
"He's  been  doing  that  for  ten  years ;  he's 
got  his  commercial  license,  of  course,  but 
wait — ,"  she  catches  herself,  "I  think  you 
should  really  talk  to  him  about  all  that  and 
get  it  all  first  hand,  don't  you?"  Bette's  not 
going  to  be  caught  spouting  for  publication 
about  her  husband's  merits.  That  seems  to 
be  rule  number  one  in  this  new  try  of  hers 
to  live  in  Hollywood  and  stay  married. 

THAT  fortune  teller,  so  secretly  popular 
among  the  top  female  stellar  names, 
proves  feminine  psychology  down  to  the 
ground.  This  psychic  reads  only  for  women 
accompanied  by  a  confidential  friend  (con- 
sequently, it  always  turns  out  that  two 
readings  are  paid  for).  Big  stars,  as  always 
hinted,  are  really  closest  to  those  they  work 
with  every  day.  The  biggest  feminine  names 
invariably  come  for  their  vicarious  view  of 
the  future  accompanied  by  their  hair- 
dressers. 

P)  ESPITE  all  the  talk  that  has  been  float- 
L>\  ing  around  about  Mae  West's  come-back 
definitely  being  in  a  modern  story,  insiders 
insist  that  Mae  can  never  do  a  present  day 
story  because  she  needs  those  voluminous 
gay  nineties  skirts  to  hide  the  build-up 
system  that  makes  her  appear  taller. 


Tyrone  Power  looks  grimly  on  as  Linda 
Darnell's  eyes  silently  accuse  him  in  this 
dramatic  scene  from  "Blood  and  Sand," 
above.  These  attractive  stars  have  their 
biggest  roles  to  date,  the  grapevine  hints. 


Republic's  1941  version  of  "Sis  Hopkins" 
is  Judy  Canova,  right.  Mabel  Normand, 
center,  was  the  lovable  movie  "Sis"  in 
1919,  while  Rose  Melville,  left,  created  an 
unforgettable  "Sis"  on  the  stage  in  1901. 


You  will  find  laughs  and  thrills 
in  our  accompanying  novelette 
based  on  the  romantic  new  film 
which  co-stars,  for  the  first  time, 
two  of  the  screen's  greatest 
stars:  Bette  Davis  and  James 
Cagney.  The  "stills"  on  this  and 
facing  page  continue  the  pic- 
torial story  of  the  month's  out- 
standing movie. 


Continued 

from 
page  30 


"THE  BRIDE  CAME  C.O.D." 

(Warner  Bros.) 
Executive  Producer  Hal.  B.  Wallis. 
Associate  Producer  William  Cagney. 
Directed  by  William  Keighley.  Screen 
Play  by  Julius  J.  and  Philip  G.  Ep- 
stein. From  the  story  by  Kenneth  Earl 
and  M.  M.  Musselman. 

Steve  Collins  .....James  Cagney 

Joan  W 'infield  Bette  Davis 

Tommy  Keenan  Stuart  Erwin 

Lucius  K.  W infield. .  .Eugene  Pallette 

Allen  Brice  Jack  Carson 

Pcezvce  George  Tobias 

Pop  Tollivcr  Harry  Davenport 

Sheriff  McGee  William  Frawley 

H inkle  Edward  Brophy 

Judge  S abler  Harry  Holman 


tO.D 


"H'ya,  old  timer !  H'ya,  sweetheart !" 
There  was  no  mistaking  the  fatherly  pride 
or  the  affection  in  his  voice.  Maybe  a  critic 
would  have  said  it  was  just  a  shade  over- 
done. But  that  girl  wasn't  any  critic  when 
it  came  to  Steve.  No  girl  he'd  ever  met  was. 

"Well,"  she  looked  at  him  longingly  as 
she  stepped  into  her  car  and  turned  the 
ignition  key.  "I'll  be  seeing  you  next  Tues- 
day." And  she  was  off  in  a  cloud  of  dust. 

Steve  looked  briskly  businesslike  as  he 
went  into  the  office.  "Haven't  you  any  new 
pictures  of  your  kids,  Peewee?"  he  de- 
manded. "This  one  is  two  years  old.  I  like 
to  keep  them  up  to  date." 

"Listen,  Steve,"  Peewee  protested.  "I 
don't  like  the  use  you're  making  of  my  wife 
and  kids.  If  you  don't  want  to  get  married 
why  don't  you  be  honest  and  tell  the  dames 
you  don't?  And  even  so,  why  do  you  have 
to  use  my  kids?  Why  don't  you  just  make 
up  two  kids?" 

"That  would  be  deceitful,"  Steve  reproved 
him.  "It's  much  cleaner  this  way.  I'm  just 
making  sure,  Peewee,  that  no  dame  hooks 
me  till  I  have  a  whole  fleet  of  planes  of  my 
own." 

"You  ain't  got  much  time."  Peewee  shook 
his  head  regretfully,  remembering  the 
threats  the  man  from  the  finance  company 
had  thrown  around  scarcely  an  hour  before. 
"Only  a  miracle  can  save  you  now.  Hinkle's 


been  here  again  and  he  says  he's  coming 
back  at  twelve." 

It  didn't  leave  many  hours  for  a  miracle 
to  happen  in.  Nothing  happened,  not  even 
another  girl  coming  in  for  a  flying  lesson. 
Steve  was  as  down  as  a  man  could  get  when 
Peewee  turned  on  the  radio  to  cheer  him 
up.  Of  course,  it  would  have  to  be  Tommy 
Keenan  broadcasting.  Steve  had  never  met 
the  keyhole-snooper  whose  column  and 
radio  chatter  had  become  a  major  American 
Institution,  but  he  didn't  have  to,  to  hate 
him  the  way  he  did. 

"This  is  tattle-tale  Tommy  Keenan, 
bringing  you  the  latest  news  from  the  West 
Coast  capital  of  the  world,"  came  the  play- 
ful voice  over  the  air  waves.  "Tonight, 
folks,  it  is  my  pleasure  to  announce  one  of 
the  biggest  scoops  that  has  ever  come  out  of 
the  West.  As  the  culmination  of  a  whirl- 
wind four-day  courtship,  the  musical  world's 
most  eligible  bachelor,  Allen  Brice,  will  to- 
night become  a  benedict.  His  bride  will  be 
beautiful  Joan  Winfield,  daughter  of  Lucius 
K.  Winfield,  Texas  oil  tycoon.  In  a  few 
minutes  they'll  be  flying  to  Las  Vegas  to 
be  married  and  I'm  going  along  to  be  best 
man." 

Steve  frowned  as  he  shut  off  the  radio. 
He  didn't  want  to  hear  about  Allen  Brice 
or  Joan  Winfield  or  their  great,  big  won- 
derful romance.  Tommy's  column  had  been 


full  of  it  for  the  four  days  it  had  been  going 
on.  Well,  maybe  it  was  interesting  to  some 
people  to  know  that  cafe  society's  favorite 
piano  player  and  a  girl  with  more  money 
than  brains  had  fallen  in  love  with  each 
other,  but  it  wasn't  solving  his  problems. 
That  reminded  him.  He  had  things  to  do. 
Steve  felt  pretty  low  as  he  started  cleaning 
out  his  desk.  In  less  than  an  hour  he  would 
be  leaving  the  place  with  only  a  valise  full 
of  papers  and  a  couple  of  pilot  outfits  to 
show  for  ten  years  hard  work.  And  it  had 
to  happen  right  now  when  he  was  begin- 
ning to  go  places. 

A  car  drew  up  outside  and  a  girl  came 
into  the  office.  There  were  two  men  with 
her,  but  Steve  didn't  notice  them  at  first. 
The  girl  had  a  long  yellow  bob  and  eyes 
like  Dig  blue  saucers  and  she  didn't  even 
look  at  him.  Maybe  that  was  the  thing  that 
set  Steve  to  really  looking  at  her.  Then  he 
couldn't  look  at  her  any  more  for  the  phone 
rang. 

"Is  Miss  Winfield  there?"  the  oper- 
ator's voice  asked.  "Chicago  calling."  A 
man's  voice  broke  in  impatiently.  "If  she's 
there  put  her  on  in  a  hurry,  will  you?  This 
is  her  father.  I've  been  calling  every  airport 
around  Los  Angeles." 

The  girl  was  Miss  Winfield.  Steve  knew 
it  before  he  asked  her.  Joan  Winfield,  the 
little  oil  heiress,  who  thought  she  owned  the 


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world,  but  whose  voice  was  faltering  now. 
It  was  funny.  Steve  could  have  laughed  out 
loud  if  he  didn't  feel  so  lousy  about  the 
plane  and  everything  that  he  knew  he'd 
never  laugh  again.  Here  she  was  in  the 
beginning  putting  on  all  the  palaver  that 
five  years  of  being  a  rich  girl  and  going 
to  the  right  schools  had  given  her,  and  then 
getting  so  mad  she  forgot  all  the  polish  and 
went  right  back  to  being  the  little  brat 
brought  up  among  the  drillers  in  a  Texas 
oil  field. 

"I  don't  give  a  hoot  what  you  think  of 
piano  players !"  she  was  shouting  now.  "I'm 
marrying  Allen  and  we're  flying  to  Las 
Vegas  right  now,  and  you  can  put  that  in 
your  oil  well  and  pump  it !"  And  she  banged 
down  the  receiver  and  started  toward  the 
door  with  Keenan  and  Brice  trotting  after 
her.  "Get  a  plane  ready  for  us  immediately," 
she  ordered. 

The  door  slammed  and  suddenly  .  Steve 
had  an  idea.  He  dialed  the  operator  and  in 
no  time  at  all  had  called  Winfield  back  and 
was  talking  to  him.  Steve  had  to  work  fast. 
His  wrist  watch  showed  a  couple  of  min- 
utes to  twelve  but  Steve's  tongue  always 
worked  best  high  speed. 

"Listen,"  he  said.  "I  can  stop  that  wed- 
ding. I'll  deliver  your  daughter  to  you  un- 
married in  Omaha  by  eight  o'clock  tomor- 
row morning.  Take  a  plane  and  meet  me 
there.  And  since  this  is  a  very  unusual  case, 
I'll  have  to  charge  freight  rates."  He 
thought  of  the  girl  and  figured  her  at  about 


"Listen,  you,"  Joan  shouted.  "Are  you 
crazy?  You've  left  the  others  behind.  What 
do  you  think  you're  doing?" 

"Take  it  easy."  Steve  ducked  his  head  as 
the  plane  zoomed  up  towards  the  sky. 
"You're  being  kidnapped." 

The  pounding  stopped  as  suddenly  as  it 
had  started.  He  heard  the  girl  take  a  deep 
breath.  Then  her  voice  came  almost  timidly. 
"Do  you  mind  if  I  sit  down  here?"  she  asked 
and  when  he  nodded  she  edged  into  the  seat 
beside  him  and  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye 
Steve  saw  her  horrified  but  fascinated  gaze 
fixed  on  him.  "How  much  are  you  demand- 
ing for  me?"  she  asked. 

"Oh,  about  eleven  hundred  dollars." 
Steve  looked  her  over  carelessly.  "That  is, 
more  or  less." 

"Only  eleven  hundred  dollars!  For  met" 
The  girl  looked  at  him  outraged,  but  her 
voice  still  kept  its  finishing  school  polish. 
"Why,  it's  ridiculous!  It's  humiliating!  A 
girl  of  my  standing,  an  heiress.  Why,  I'm 
almost  a  national  figure.  I'm  worth  at  least 
a  hundred  thousand!" 

"To  tell  you  the  truth,  Miss  Winfield, 
you  glamor  girls  are  a  drug  on  the  market 
this  year,"  Steve  grinned.  "The  most  I 
could  possibly  ask  is  maybe  fifteen  hundred. 
But  I  made  the  bargain  with  your  father 
and  I'm  sticking  to  it.  I'm  delivering  you  to 
him  C.O.D.  in  Omaha  in  the  morning.  Un- 
married! And  you  can  dispense  with  the 
fancy  language.  I  heard  you  on  the  phone." 

She  glared  at  him.  "You're  not  good 


began  to  laugh.  "Sorry  I  can't  go  with  you 
to  Omaha,"  she  called  gaily. 

Steve  froze  as  he  turned  and  looked  at 
her.  He  had  forgotten  the  parachute  that 
was  now  strapped  around  Joan's  slim  body, 
as  she  stood  poised,  ready  to  throw  herself 
against  the  cabin  door. 

"Don't  jump,  you  little  fool.  You'll  be 
killed!"  he  shouted,  and  then  as  she  laughed 
tauntingly  he  threw  the  stick  over  hard  so 
that  the  plane  tipped  crazily  and  Joan  was 
thrown  against  one  of  the  seats.  But  he 
couldn't  discourage  that  girl.  She  scrambled 
to  her  feet  and  tried  again.  Again  the  plane- 
tilted  and  then  suddenly  the  motor  sput- 
tered and  stalled  and  the  plane  went  into  a 
spin.  Steve  did  his  best  and  it  was  good 
enough.  The  plane  came  down  on  the  desert 
with  a  bump  and  there  was  a  sickening  im- 
pact as  it  shuddered  to  a  stop  with  its  nose 
ground  into  the  earth. 

Steve  leaned  back  and  relaxed  for  just  a 
minute.  Then  he  heard  Joan  laugh  and 
turned  around  just  in  time  to  see  her  take 
a  flying  leap  through  the  door  and  land  in 
a  clump  of  cactus.  She  was  still  sitting  in  it 
when  Steve  came  over  to  her. 

"I  should  have  let  you  jump  five  minutes 
ago !"  he  laughed.  Imagine  a  dame  so  dizzy 
she  didn't  even  know  they'd  grounded. 
"Even  if  you  did  put  the  parachute  on  back- 
wards." 

She  was  whimpering  now  as  much  from 
rage  as  pain,  with  the  cactus  needles  stuck 
all  over  her.  But  this  was  one  time  when 


a  hundred  and  fifteen  pounds,  usually  his 
favorite  weight  in  a  girl.  It  was  the  only 
time  in  his  life  he  had  ever  wished  one  were 
fatter.  Personally  his  taste  ran  to  stream- 
lines. He  did  a  bit  of  mental  arithmetic  be- 
fore he  went  on.  "Ten  dollars  a  pound. 
That's  my  standard  charge."  And  he  grinned 
as  he  hung  up  the  phone  on  Winfield's 
startled  gratitude. 

It  was  almost  too  easy.  Then  as  he  started 
out  the  door  he  collided  head  on  with 
Hinkle,  the  finance  company's  most  hard- 
boiled  collector.  He  tried  to  argue  his  way 
out  of  this  new  spot,  but  Hinkle  wasn't 
having  any  more  promises.  So  there  wasn't 
anything  to  do  but  give  him  that  quick  right 
hook  to  the  jaw  and  Steve  did  it.  Then  he 
gave  Peewee  a  few  orders  and  went  out. 

The  plan  worked  with  the  same  hair- 
trigger  precision  as  his  instrument  board. 
Steve  got  into  the  plane  and  began  warming 
it  up  when  Peewee  dashed  out  of  the  office 
and  shouted  that  Keenan  was  wanted  on  the 
phone  and  a  minute  later  there  he  was  again 
saying  Keenan  wanted  to  see  Allen. 

Steve  waited  just  long  enough  to  feel  that 
Peewee's  fists  had  had  time  enough  to  see 
that  Allen  had  joined  Hinkle  and  Keenan 
in  their  deep,  if  not  too  pleasant  slumber 
before  he  gave  the  plane  the  gun  and 
shoved  off.  Suddenly  he  felt  fists  pounding 
on  his  back. 


enough  for  the  cuss  words  I  know,"  she 
said.  "A  man  who'd  come  between  two 
people  who  love  each  other  for  a  mere 
eleven  hundred  dollars!" 

It  was  time  for  the  act  again.  Steve 
sighed  as  he  reached  for  the  snap-shot.  "Do 
you  think  I  want  the  money  for  myself?" 
He  managed  to  get  a  feeling  of  hurt  in  his 
voice  as  he  showed  it  to  her. 

The  girl's  eyes  softened.  "They're  dar- 
ling. Yours?" 

Steve  looked  at  her  and  her  eyes  were  so 
candid  they  made  him  feel  like  a  heel.  "I 
like  to  think  of  them  as  their  mother's,"  he 
hedged. 

"That's  sweet !"  Joan  even  smiled  at  him. 
Then  she  thought  of  something.  "Tell  me, 
wouldn't  you  like  to  be  able  to  do  something 
big,  something  really  beautiful  for  your  wife 
and  children?"  she  asked.  "All  you  have  to 
do  is  fly  me  back  to  Los  Angeles  now.  And 
I'll  pay  you  twice  what  father  is  paying 
you.  I  haven't  that  much  cash,  but  I'll  give 
you  a  check." 

Steve  shook  his  head.  He  wasn't  taking 
any  chances  on  a  check.  Not  with  her  father 
holding  the  money  bags  in  the  Winfield 
family.  "You  better  get  some  sleep,"  he 
suggested.  "You'll  find  a  blanket  in  that 
rear  locker." 

She  saw  it  was  useless  and  went  to  the 
back  of  the  plane.  Then  a  moment  later  she 


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i 


Why,  it's  Irene  Dunne  taking  to  a  pail  as  naturally  as  a  duck 
takes  to  water.  Happily,  we  can't  say  the  effect  tends  to  de- 
glamorize  the  glamorous  Miss  Dunne.  She's  donned  this 
homey  get-up  for  her  role  in  Columbia's  "Penny  Serenade," 
opposite  Cary  Grant.  The  pair,  above,  have  wedding  bells 
in  their  eyes.  Cary  Grant  on  Night  Patrol,  opposite  page, 
left,  as  Irene  beams  her  approval.  Cute  Baby  Biffle  with  her 
reel    parents,    Irene    and    Cary,    far    right,    is  indifferent. 


the  gentleman  in  Steve  came  to  the  fore. 
He  turned  her  over  his  knees  and  began 
picking  them  out,  though  he  told  himself 
what  she  really  needed  was  a  spanking. 

The  night  didn't  look  too  promising.  Even 
the  lunch  Peewee  had  packed  into  the  plane 
didn't  help.  Joan  glared  at  him  as  they  ate 
and  sometimes  just  to  be  impartial  she 
glared  at  the  desert  too.  But  after  he'd 
given  her  one  blanket  and  taken  the  other 
one  for  himself  and  stretched  on  the  ground, 
since  no  one  who  wasn't  an  acrobat  could 
possibly  sleep  in  the  plane  in  the  vertical 
position  it  had  settled  in,  Joan  came  over  to 
him  dragging  her  blanket  after  her. 

"I'm  cold."  She  shivered.  "One  blanket 
isn't  any  use  at  all."  And  she  put  the  blanket 
on  the  top  of  his  and  crawled  in  beside  him. 

It  might  have  been  cozy  with  anyone  else, 
but  Steve  felt  he'd  settled  down  with  a  rat- 
tler. He  tried  to  sleep  but  even  in  the  dark- 
ness he  felt  her  eyes  were  fixed  on  him  as 
she  tossed  restlessly  beside  him. 

"Who'd  ever  have  thought  two  hours  ago 
that  I'd  be  lost  in  the  desert  with  a  man  I'd 
never  met,"  she  sighed. 

"Well,  now  that  you've  thought  about  it 
you'd  better  get  some  sleep."  Steve  sounded 
annoyed  as  he  turned  his  back  on  her. 

"But  I  can't  sleep !"  Joan  wailed.  "I 
haven't  any  pink  pills  and  I  never  can  get 
to  sleep  without  them.  I — I  didn't  think  I'd 
need  them  on  this  trip.  I  wish  you'd  talk  to 
me.  After  all,  you  kidnapped  me  and  that's 
the  least  you  can  do  when  I  can't  sleep." 

"Listen,"  Steve  said.  "When  I  made  that 
deal  with  your  father  there  was  nothing  in 
it  about  conversation." 

"You  needn't  feel  flattered,"  Joan  said 
crisply.  "It's  just  that  I  think  there's  some- 
thing about  your  style  of  conversation  that 
may  get  me  drowsy." 

"That  insult  didn't  get  by  me,"  Steve 
warned  her  as  he  tried  to  settle  down  again. 
"I'll  take  it  up  in  the  morning." 


"Take  it  up  now,"  Joan  whispered  coax- 
ingly. 

Steve  sat  up  at  that.  "Listen,  lady."  He 
was  really  annoyed  now.  "I  know  this  is  a 
romantic  setting  and  I  know  how  you  feel. 
But  please  leave  me  alone." 

"Don't  you  get  me  wrong!"  Joan  sput- 
tered indignantly.  "All  you  are  to  me  is  a 
pink  pill.  Come  on,  now.  Talk  me  to  sleep. 
Tell  me  how  you  met  your  wife." 

"Clara?"  Steve  grinned  in  the  darkness. 
"Well,  it  was  at  a  strawberry  festival  and 
I  took  her  home  and  asked  if  I  could  see  her 
the  next  Thursday  night.  She  said  yes  and 
I  saw  her  the  next  Thursday  night.  After 
about  six  months  I  made  it  twice  a  week, 
Thursdays  and  Saturdays  with  an  occasional 
Sunday  afternoon.  After  that  there  was 
nothing  to  do  but  get  married,  so  we — " 

He  stopped  as  he  heard  Joan's  gentle, 
rhythmic  breathing  and  knew  she  was 
asleep.  Suddenly  he  felt  outraged.  "Hey!" 
He  nudged  her  furiously.  "Now  /  can't 
sleep !" 

"Try  a  pink  pill,"  Joan  whispered  drow- 
sily and  closed  her  eyes  again. 

"How  about  the  story  of  your  life?" 
Steve  asked. 

"Too  exciting,"  Joan  yawned  exasperat- 
ingly.  "It  would  keep  you  awake  all  night." 
And  she  turned  over  and  went  complacently 
back  to  sleep  again. 

Steve  woke  the  next  morning  feeling  as 
if  he  had  been  caught  in  a  cyclone.  But  it 
was  only  the  girl  shaking  him. 

"Look!"  She  was  pointing  out  a  group 
of  weather-beaten  buildings  not  more  than 
three  hundred  yards  or  so  away  from  them. 
"Don't  tell  me  you  didn't  know  that  town 
was  there !  And  it  looks  like  the  sort  of 
town  that  would  have  a  two  hundred  and 
fifty  pound  sheriff.  But  I'll  do  all  I  can  to 
protect  you  from  mob  violence,"  she  prom- 
ised tauntingly.  "Because  I  think  you  can 
do  an  awful  lot  to  brighten  up  a  Federal 


penitentiary."   Her   smile   was  enigmatic. 

Steve's  heart  sank  as  he  ran  after  her. 
There  went  the  eleven  hundred  and  some- 
thing dollars  and  there  went  the  plane  too. 
The  game  was  up.  But  as  they  came  into 
the  town  Steve's  spirits  soared  again.  No 
one  could  possibly  be  living  in  that  place.  It 
looked  as  if  it  had  been  deserted  for  years 
with  its  wooden  houses  sagging  so  pre- 
cariously, the  broken  windows  looking 
bleakly  out  at  desolation  and  ruin.  Then 
just  as  he  was  congratulating  himself  that 
it  was  a  ghost  town  he  saw  a  brood  of 
chickens  running  down  the  street  and  in 
almost  the  same  moment  saw  the  smoke 
coming  out  of  the  biggest  house  in  the  place. 

They  went  inside,  and  Steve  saw  it  had 
once  been  a  hotel.  Swinging  doors  led  to 
the  old  bar-room  that  looked  as  if  it  hadn't 
been  used  for  years.  The  brass  rail  was 
tarnished,  the  mirrors  dusty  and  fly-specked, 
but  as  they  stood  there  they  smelled  the  un- 
mistakable aroma  of  coffee  being  made. 
Without  a  word  Steve  pushed  on  into  the 
kitchen  with  Joan  quick  at  his  heels  and 
then  he  saw  the  percolator  on  the  stove,  the 
breakfast  table  set  for  one  and  the  radio 
playing  soft  dance  music.  A  trap  door  in 
the  floor  stood  open  and  Steve  walked  over 
to  it  and  looked  down  in  the  cellar  at  the 
old  man  who  stood  at  a  chopping  block  cut- 
ting a  slice  of  bacon.  He  glanced  up  and 
grinned  as  if  he'd  known  them  all  his  life. 
Here  was  a  man  not  easily  phazed. 

"Hello !  What'll  you  have  with  your 
eggs,  ham  or  bacon?"  he  asked.  But  as 
Joan  said  "ham"  he  shook  his  head.  "You'll 
take  bacon.  I  don't  feel  like  cutting  into  a 
new  ham." 

"That's  quite  a  pantry  you've  got,"  said 
Steve. 

"Finest  cold  cellar  in  the  world,"  the  old 
man  agreed.  "It's  an  old  mine  tunnel,  miles 
of  'em  under  here.  This  place  is  the  Palace 
Hotel  and  my  name's  Tolliver.  Pop  is  the 


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only  first  name  I  remember.  How  do  you 
want  your  eggs,  up  or  over?" 

"Up,"  Steve  said,  and  Joan  tossing  her 
head  a  little  said  "over." 

"You'll  take  yours  up,  too."  Pop  came  up 
into  the  kitchen.  "I  don't  want  no  confusion. 
Have  a  seat."  He  looked  at  Steve.  "You  sit 
down  too.  I  like  everything  neat  and 
orderly.  Guess  you  wonder  at  me  being  all 
alone  in  town  like  this,  but  I  stayed  on 
waiting  for  another  boom  after  everybody 
skidooed  when  the  mines  closed  down. 
About  1914  that  was.  Say,  how  did  you  two 
get  here  anyway?  Nearest  town's  sixty 
miles  back  and  nobody  could  walk  it  with- 
out having  the  buzzards  pickin'  at  their 
bones." 

"Plane,"  Steve  said  laconically.  "Forced 
down.  But  I'll  have  the  crate  fixed  soon. 
We'll  get  out." 

"You  two  headin'  for  Las  Vegas  to  get 
married?"  Pop  asked  with  elaborate  casual- 
ness. 

"Certainly  not!"  Joan  sputtered  indig- 
nantly but  Steve  winked  knowingly  at  Pop. 
"We  had  a  little  lovers'  quarrel,"  he  ex- 
plained. 

Pop  paid  no  attention  to  Joan's  furious 
denial.  "Now's  the  time  to  have  those  spats, 
before  you're  married,"  he  said.  "Took  me 
three  wives  to  learn." 

"You're  right,  Pop,"  Steve  laughed  and 
went  over  to  Joan.  "Don't  you  think  so  too, 
Sweet?"  To  impress  Pop  he  drew  her  to- 
ward him  with  a  little  chuckle  and  kissed 
her.  Joan  wrenched  herself  away  and  flung 
up  her  hand  and  slapped  his  face.  For  a 
minute  Steve  only  glared  at  her.  Then  he 
came  right  back  at  her  and  slapped  her  face. 
"They  say  that's  the  way  Eskimos  kiss," 
he  explained  to  Pop.  And  he  whistled  as  he 
strode  out  of  the  door. 

He  felt  he  had  the  situation  well  in  hand 
when  he  went  to  look  at  the  plane.  The 
damage  wasn't  as  bad  as  he  expected  and 
he  threw  off  his  coat  and  went  to  work  on 
it.  The  sun  was  high  in  the  sky  before  he 
stopped  at  last,  feeling  as  if  he  could  eat 
every  last  one  of  Pop's  chickens.  He  called 
out  gaily  as  he  came  back  to  the  hotel  but 
no  one  answered.  Then  he  heard  hammer- 
ing coming  from  the  stable  next  door  and 
went  there.  .  . 

"Hey !"  He  opened  the  door.  "Not  so 
much  noise.  The  roosters  had  a  hard  night." 

It  was  then  he  saw  the  old  jaloppy  which 
must  have  been  one  of  the  first  cars  ever  to 
sputter  down  any  Main  Street  and  Joan 


standing  beside  it  hammering  on  a  tire  rim. 
But  he  didn't  see  Pop  slowly  crawling  out 
from  under  it  or  the  six  shooter  he  picked 
up  as  he  came  towards  him. 

"Put  up  your  hands!"  Pop  barked.  "I 
ain't  takin'  no  chances  with  a  kidnapper. 
You  had  me  fooled  so  I  didn't  even  believe 
this  poor  girl  when  she  told  me,  but  then  I 
heard  it  on  the  radio.  So  grab  that  pump 
and  start  workin'.  We're  goin'  to  have  this 
car  fixed  so  we  can  go  for  help." 

"Sorry,  Pop."  Steve  grinned  engagingly. 
"I've  still  got  some  work  to  do  on  my 
plane."  He  turned  on  his  heel  and  walked 
toward  the  door.  But  he  stopped  dead  in  his 
tracks  as  the  old  six-shooter  roared  and  a 
bullet  whizzed  past  his  head  and  shattered 
a  pane  of  glass  behind  him.  There  wasn't 
a  thing  to  do  except  the  one  he  did,  whirl 
around  and  raise  his  hands  submissively. 

"I'd  as  soon  shoot  a  varmint  like  you  as 
not,"  Pop  said  grimly.  "Now  start  pumpin' 
that  tire." 

"Yes,  sir!"  Steve  said  in  his  best  service 
station  manner.  "And  may  I  get  your  wind- 
shield for  you,  sir?"  he  asked,  grinning  at 
the  empty  space  yawning  in  front  of  the 
driver's  seat.  The  six-shooter  kept  him  in 
line  though,  making  him  repair  the  old  car 
but  he  balked  when  Pop  marched  him  to  the 
plane  at  the  point  of  the  gun  and  demanded 
gasoline. 

"Why  waste  my  gas?"  Steve  demanded. 
"This  is  aviation  fuel."  And  then  at  Joan's 
skeptical  grin :  "It  won't  work  in  that 
museum  piece,"  he  explained. 

They  wouldn't  believe  him,  either  one  of 
them,  and  they  laughed  triumphantly  as  they 
got  in  the  car.  Then  Joan  let  in  the  clutch 
and  the  car  shuddered  and  the  blast  came. 
It  was  like  the  sound  of  a  machine  gun  in 
action  and  the  spark  plugs  tore  jagged 
holes  in  the  hood  as  they  exploded  out  of 
their  sockets  and  there  was  just  that  crazy 
moment  with  the  two  of  them  hanging  on 
to  their  seats  before  the  whole  thing  blew 
up  and  they  were  thrown  out  and  Joan 
landed  in  another  cactus.  She  didn't  knew 
what  she  hated  most,  the  cactus  or  Steve's 
exultant  laugh. 

Both  Pop  and  Joan  ignored  Steve  that 
evening.  But  Steve  pretended  not  to  mind, 
laughing  heartily  at  the  jokes  coming  over 
the  radio.  Then  he  tensed  as  the  program 
was  interrupted  for  a  special  news  bulletin 
and  the  announcer  said  an  army  plane  had 
sighted  what  they  believed  to  be  Steve's 
plane  near  the  California-Nevada  border. 


"Miss  Winfield  was  first  believed  to  be 
kidnapped,"  the  announcer  went  on.  "But 
later  it  was  learned  that  her  wealthy  father 
had  authorized  her  abduction  in  order  to 
prevent  her  elopement." 

Pop  glared  at  Joan.  Then  suddenly  his 
face  froze  as  he  looked  at  Steve.  "Remem- 
ber that  bullet  I  whizzed  past  your  head?" 
he  asked  shakily. 

"Yeah."  Steve  rubbed  his  forehead  rue- 
fully. "I  thought  for  a  minute  you  were  try- 
ing to  hit  me." 

"I  was,"  Pop  gasped  weakly.  "Still  can't 
understan'  how  I  missed  you.  Me,  the  best 
marksman  in  the  Spanish-American  Y\  ar." 

"Guess  we  were  pretty  lucky  to  win  that 
war,"  Steve  said  as  he  walked  over  to  the 
radio  and  turned  it  on  louder. 

"No  attempt  will  be  made  to  rescue  the 
heiress  and  her  companion  tonight."  the 
announcer  was  saying.  "But  at  the  crack  of 
dawn  newspapermen  and  a  deputy  sheriff 
will  leave  Los  Angeles  to  bring  them  back. 
Steve  Collins  is  wanted  for  stealing  his  own 
plane  from  a  finance  company  as  well  as  for 
assault  and  battery.  The  girl's  father,  who 
is  still  in  Omaha,  will  speed  West  in  a 
chartered  plane  as  soon  as  weather  condi- 
tions permit.  And  her  fiance  Allen  Brice 
and  Tommy  Keenan  are  also  all  set  to — " 

Steve  got  up  and  shut  the  radio  off.  He 
would  have  to  do  something  and  do  it  fast. 
Without  a  word  he  walked  out  of  the  room 
and  taking  a  lantern  went  to  the  plane  and 
set  to  work.  Just  before  dawn  he  climbed 
into  the  plane  at  last  and  tested  the  motor. 
The  starter  whined  and  rose  to  a  shrill 
crescendo  and  then  settled  down  to  a  power- 
ful roar.  He  grinned  triumphantly.  Now  all 
he'd  have  to  do  would  be  to  get  the  girl  and 
deliver  her  before  the  others  got  there. 

But  Joan  had  heard  that  motor  too  and 
knew  what  it  meant.  She  was  running  out 
of  the  house,  her  fur  coat  thrown  over  her 
negligee  when  he  got  there.  He  ran  after 
her  but  she  saw  the  entrance  into  the  mine 
tunnel  and  ducked  into  it  with  Steve  almost 
at  her  heels.  It  was  dark  in  the  mine  and 
Joan  was  frantic  as  she  heard  Steve  coming 
nearer  and  ran  faster.  She  went  in  circles, 
running  against  the  posts  which  blocked  her 
way  and  knocking  them  down  in  her  frantic 
effort  to  get  away.  Suddenly  there  was  a 
cracking  sound  and  an  avalanche  of  earth 
and  rocks  blocked  the  entrance. 

"What  happened?"  she  asked  weakly  as 
she  saw  Steve's  lantern  focussed  on  her. 

"You  just  knocked  down  the  posts  that 


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kept  the  tunnel  from  caving  in,  that's  all," 
Steve  said  with  elaborate  sarcasm.  "I'll  take 
a  look  and  see  if  there's  another  exit." 

It  wasn't  only  one  tunnel.  It  was  a  maze 
of  them,  but  Joan  kept  close  behind  him  as 
he  searched,  in  spite  of  the  hostile  silence 
between  them.  Then  Steve  heard  her  teeth 
chattering  as  she  pulled  her  fur  coat  closer 
around  her  and  stopped  abruptly.  He  built 
a  fire  from  some  of  the  broken  pieces  of  old 
wood  lying  around,  sloshing  some  of  the 
kerosene  from  the  lantern  over  it  to  make 
it  burn. 

"You  better  stay  here  and  dry  out  while 
I  take  a  look  at  this  next  tunnel,"  he  said. 

"You  mean  the  last  one?"  Joan  asked, 
and  then  she  found  she  couldn't  hold  back 
her  tears  any  longer. 

Steve  looked  at  her  coldly.  "I  had  you 
pegged.  I  made  a  bet  with  myself  that  you'd 
be  boo-hooing  into  your  hankie  within  an 
hour.  Come  on  now,  you  must  have  been  up 
against  this  sort  of  thing  before.  There 
must  have  been  some  crisis  at  the  Stork 
Club  when  the  waiter  brought  you  the 
wrong  wine.  I  bet  you  squared  your  shoul- 
ders and  faced  it  then." 

"Why  must  you  bring  up  the  past?"  Joan 
sobbed,  and  Steve  looked  at  her  grimly. 

"Because  I  don't  think  our  future  is  worth 
talking  about,"  he  said. 

She  was  still  crying  when  he  made  his 
way  into  the  last  tunnel.  Steve  was  about 
to  give  up  when  he  saw  a  wooden  partition 
with  a  hole  in  it  and  climbed  through  it. 
Then  he  blinked.  He  was  standing  in  Pop's 
pantry  and  as  he  started  to  laugh  he  heard 
the  trap  door  open  and  saw  Pop  peering 
down  on  him. 

Pop  climbed  down  into  the  cellar  and  cau- 
tioning Steve  to  silence,  whispered  that  the 
sheriff  and  two  reporters  had  come  and 
were  searching  the  ruined  buildings  of  the 
town  for  them. 

"But  you're  not  licked  yet,"  Pop  grinned. 
"All  you  got  to  do  is  go  back  and  keep  her 
in  the  mine.  It's  a  cinch  her  pop'll  come 
hotfooting  it  here  and  when  he  does  1  11  let 
you  know  and  you  can  hand  her  over  and 
collect  the  money.  Wait !  I'll  fix  you  some 
breakfast  before  you  go  back.  How  do  you 
want  your  eggs?" 

"If  I  wanted  them  fried,  you'd  scramble 
them,"  Steve  said.  "So  I'll  take  'em 
scrambled." 

"Okay,  I'll  fry  'em,"  Pop  said  cheerfully, 
disappearing  up  into  the  kitchen.  But  a  mo- 
ment later  he  was  back  with  a  sandwich  in 
his  hand.  "Quick,"  he  said  giving  it  to 
Steve.  "Another  plane  just  landed.  You  bet- 
ter go  back  till  I  make  sure  who  it  is." 

The  sandwich  was  good,  ham  with  just 
enough  mustard  to  make  it  interesting. 
Steve  munched  it  as  he  made  his  way  back 
to  Joan,  feeling  guilty  as  he  ate  it.  Besides, 
he  hated  to  have  Joan  miss  a  meal.  Every 
pound  she  might  lose  would  mean  ten  dol- 
lars out  of  his  pocket.  But  he  couldn't  bring 
Joan  food  without  her  knowing  there  was 
a  way  out  of  the  tunnel.  And  when  she  tried 
to  smile  as  he  came  up  to  her,  he  felt 
guiltier  than  ever.  Joan  fighting  mad  was 
one  thing.  Joan  the  way  she  was  now,  soft- 
eyed  and  frightened,  was  another.  Steve 
was  amazed  at  the  feeling  that  swept  over 
him.  He  wanted  to  take  her  in  his  arms  and 
hold  her  there  and  kiss  the  traces  of  the 
tears  away  from  her  eyes.  He'd  never 
known  he  could  feel  this  way  about  any  girl. 

"You'll  be  all  right,"  he  said.  "You  may- 
miss  a  couple  of  meals  before  you  get  out 
of  here,  but  that's  all.  Somebody'll  dig  us 
out." 

"It's  kind  of  you  to  try  to  shield  me," 
Joan  said  quietly.  "But  it  isn't  necessary. 
I've  always  wondered  what  it  would  be  like 
to  face  death.  Now  I  know.  And  who'll 
there  be  to  mourn  for  me?  Just  my  father 
and  a  couple  of  headwaiters.  Gosh !" 

"How  about  this  Brice  fellow?"  Steve 
asked. 

"I'm  not  so  sure  about  him,"  Joan  said 


uncertainly,  realizing  she  hadn't  thought  of 
him  once,  even  with  death  staring  her  in 
the  face.  "I  guess  that  was  just  silly  and 
useless  and  impulsive  like  all  the  things  I've 
done.  I  really  haven't  got  a  thing  to  show 
for  my  twenty-three  years.  At  least  you've 
got  something,  a  wife  and  two  children." 
She  looked  at  him  wistfully.  "Have  you 
got  a  picture  of  your  wife?" 

"No,  I  haven't."  Steve  wished  he  never 
had  shown  her  that  snap-shot.  "Clara  takes 
an  awful  picture." 

"You  know,"  Joan  said,  "you  don't  seem 
like  a  married  man  with  two  children  at 
all."  She  waited  for  him  to  say  something 
and  when  he  didn't  went  on  hesitantly :  "At 
a  time  like  this  it  seems, wrong  to  harbor  ill 
feelings  or  grudges.  I  want  you  to  know  I 
forgive  you  for  everything."  She  held  out 
her  hand  and  Steve  took  it  and  now  her 
voice  was  so  low  he  could  hardly  hear  it. 
"And  I'm  sorry  /  didn't  meet  you  before 
Clara." 

"Joan,"  Steve's  voice  rose  exultantly  as 
he  pulled  her  towards  him.  "I'm  not  mar- 
ried and  I  haven't  any  children.  That  was 
only  a  tactic  I  used  to  keep  from  getting 
roped  in.  And  I'm  glad  I  used  it  too,  be- 
cause now  I'm  free  and  ripe  and  ready  to 
be  roped  in." 

She  laughed  and  it  wasn't  like  the  other 
times  she  had  laughed,  but  gentle  and  sweet 
and  tender.  "You're  a  cheap  and  vile  and 
deceitful  liar,"  she  said  happily,  and  then 
to  show  she  didn't  mean  a  word  of  it  she 
lifted  her  lips  to  be  kissed.  And  funny  the 
way  it  was  with  Steve  when  he  kissed  her, 
as  if  it  was  the  first  time  he'd  ever  kissed 
any  girl. 

She  drew  away  from  him  then,  her  eyes 
blazing.  "Mustard!"  she  cried.  "You've  been 
eating.  You  know  a  way  out  of  here.  You've 
known  from  the  beginning!"  And  she  began 
running  into  the  other  tunnel  and  saw  the 
opening  leading  into  the  pantry.  Steve 
didn't  catch  up  with  her  until  she  had  run 
up  the  steps  into  the  kitchen  and  was  eating 
one  of  the  sandwiches  Pop  had  left  on  the 
table. 

"Joan,"  he  begged.  "Are  you  going  to  let 
a  little  food  come  between  us  ?  I  wasn't 
trying  to  starve  you.  Honest.  I  was  only 
trying  to  keep  from  being  arrested.  It  was 
my  liberty  against  your  appetite." 

He  stopped  as  the  door  opened  and  Allen 
came  in.  Joan  looked  at  him  for  a  startled 
moment,  then  ran  into  his  arms.  In  a  mo- 
ment the  room  was  full  of  people.  The  re- 
porters and  Pop  and  Tommy  Keenan  and 
a  man  Allen  told  Joan  he  had  brought  along 
to  marry  them,  a  Justice  of  the  Peace  from 
Las  Vegas.  Then  another  man  came  in,  a 
big  burly  man  who  didn't  need  the  star  on 
his  vest  to  show  he  was  a  sheriff  and  who 
held  out  a  pair  of  handcuffs  as  he  walked 
menacingly  toward  Steve. 

"Hold  on,  Sheriff,"  Pop  said  then.  "You 
can't  arrest  this  man.  You've  got  a  Cali- 
fornia warrant  and  this  is  Nevada!" 

Another  reporter  came  dashing  into  the 
room.  "Just  heard  a  flash  on  the  radio,"  he 
shouted.  "Old  man  Winfield  left  Las  Vegas 
half  an  hour  ago.  That  means  he'll  be  here 
any  minute." 

For  just  a  moment  hope  rose  high  again 
in  Steve's  heart.  Then  it  was  shattered  as 
Allen  turned  to  Joan.  "If  this  is  Nevada,  the 
Justice  can  marry  us  right  away." 

Steve  felt  as  if  the  bottom  had  dropped 
out  of  his  heart.  "This  girl  isn't  in  any 
mood  to  get  married,"  he  protested.  "She's 
just  been  through  a  horrible  experience." 
Then  when  Allen's  only  answer  was  that 
triumphant  smirk,  Steve  turned  to  Joan. 
"You  can't  marry  him,"  he  pleaded.  "You've 
only  known  him  four  days.  Why,  you've 
known  headwaiters  longer." 

Joan  hesitated  and  was  lost.  "I — I  think 
I'd  rather  be  married  in  Las  Vegas,  Allen," 
she  faltered. 

Steve  felt  he  had  won  that  round  anyway. 
Then  he  wondered,  when  he  saw  Pop  look- 


From  pothooks  to  movie  parts  is  the  saga 
of  Patti  McCarty,  above,  Dorothy  Lamour's 
ex-secretary.  Her  first  film,   "Under  Age." 

ing  at  him,  shaking  his  head  and  making 
gestures  that  he  wanted  to  talk  to  him.  As 
soon  as  he  could  Steve  followed  him  into 
the  other  room. 

"This  isn't  Nevada,"  Pop  whispered.  "I 
just  told  the  sheriff  that  to  keep  him  from 
arresting  you.  This  is  California.  Look!" 
He  showed  him  a  sofa  pillow  elaborately 
embroidered  with  the  inscription  "Palace 
Hotel,  Bonanza,  California"  to  prove  it. 
"You  go  right  back  in  there  before  they  fly 
off  to  Las  Vegas,  and  make  them  get  mar- 
ried here  where  it  won't  be  legal,"  he  said. 
"Maybe  by  that  time  her  father  will  be  here 
and  you  can  collect  your  money." 

But  Steve  wasn't  thinking  of  the  money 
then,  or  even  the  plane.  He  was  only  think- 
ing of  Joan.  He  had  to  keep  her  from  flying 
to  Las  Vegas. 

"Allen,  my  boy,"  he  laughed  as  he  went 
back  to  the  others,  "there's  nothing  I  want 
more  right  now  than  to  see  you  two  get 
married.  And  I  want  to  thank  you  for  sav- 
ing me  from  something  I  would  have  re- 
gretted all  my  life.  When  I  think  how  close 
I  came  to  falling  for  that  girl,  it  makes  me 
dizzy."  He  turned  to  Joan  and  pretended 
to  mop  his  forehead.  "I  admit  I  went  a  little 
soft  in  the  tunnel,  but  out  here  in  the  cold, 
clear  light  I've  come  to  my  senses.  My  only 
regret  is  that  I  can't  be  at  Las  Vegas  for 
the  ceremony  and  be  your  best  man." 

"What  a  story !"  Tommy  Keenan  broke 
in  suddenly.  "The  man  who  abducts  the 
girl  turns  out  to  be  best  man  at  the  wedding. 
But  I  suppose  the  sheriff  wouldn't  let  you 
get  away."  Suddenly  he  turned  to  Joan. 
"Say,  why  don't  you  get  married  here?"  he 
asked. 

Joan  glared  and  shook  her  head  and 
Steve  laughed  easily. 

"Leave  the  poor  girl  alone,"  he  said. 
"Perhaps  she  can't  bear  to  see  me  at  the 
wedding.  Perhaps  she  doesn't  trust  her- 
self—" 

Joan  couldn't  take  that.  "Of  all  the  con- 
ceited, insufferable  cads,"  she  blazed.  "Me 
afraid?  Why,  I'll  get  married  here,  any 
time,  with  fifty  of  you  around.  Me  afraid!" 
And  she  was  still  sputtering  even  when  she 
whispered  "I  do." 


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But  Steve  had  congratulated  himself  too 
soon,  for  no  sooner  was  the  ceremony  over 
than  Allen  ordered  his  pilot  to  get  the  plane 
ready  for  the  return  trip  to  Los  Angeles. 
Steve  hadn't  thought  of  that.  It  would  have 
been  hard  enough  to  see  Joan  going  off  on 
her  honeymoon  with  her  bridegroom,  but  it 
was  worse  seeing  her  get  ready  to  go  off  on 
one  with  a  man  she  wasn't  even  married  to. 
He  tried  to  tell  her  the  marriage  wasn't 
legal,  but  Joan  only  laughed  at  him.  She 
had  had  enough  of  his  tricks  to  last  her  a 
lifetime.  And  she  wouldn't  listen  to  Pop, 
either.  He  had  given  her  enough  proof  of 
the  way  men  stick  together. 

It  was  only  when  they  had  gone  to  the 
plane  that  Steve  remembered  the  soft  cush- 
ion and  running  after  them  just  managed  to 
throw  it  into  the  cabin  before  Joan  slammed 
the  door. 

Steve  stared  despondently  after  the  plane 
as  it  zoomed  skywards.  Then  it  was  almost 
as  if  fate  were  rubbing  it  into  him,  for  he 
heard  the  drone  of  another  motor  and  there 
was  a  plane  circling  above  him  getting  ready 
to  land.  Joan's  father  now,  when  it  was  too 
late.  Steve  didn't  give  a  hoot  if  the  plane 
ever  landed. 

But  it  did,  and  Steve  braced  himself  to 
meet  Joan's  father  who  was  running  toward 
him  as  hard  as  his  fifty-odd  years  and  two 
hundred-odd  pounds  would  allow,  when 
Steve  heard  a  scream  floating  down  from 
the  clouds.  Joan's  voice,  and  then  he  saw 
her  billowing  down  toward  the  desert  in  a 
parachute.  He  started  running  then  and  so 
he  reached  the  cactus  almost  the  same  mo- 
ment she  did. 

"This  time  I  put  it  on  right,"  Joan 
wailed,  tugging  at  the  parachute.  "Oh, 
Steve,  I  saw  the  name  on  the  pillow,  but 
Allen  wouldn't  take  me  back  and  so — " 

Steve  wasn't  laughing  now  as  he  pulled 
her  up  and  lifted  her  in  his  arms.  Then  the 
old  grin  came  again.  "About  one  hundred 
and  eighteen  pounds  I  should  say,"  he  called 
to  her  father  over  his  shoulder.  "At  ten 
dollars  a  pound  that's  eleven  hundred  and 
eighty  dollars  you  owe  me!" 

And  never  let  it  be  said  that  old  man 
Winfield  didn't  know  true  love  when  he  saw 
it.  "Okay,  son,"  he  said  approvingly. 


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dry  and  comfortable  in  spite  of  all.  They  have  a  gir- 
dle fit,  are  true  foot  insurance  against  wet  pavements, 
so  light,  so  smart,  you'll  like  wearing  them.  Treasures ! 

Soft  and  Sweet 

FROM  the  hard  water  areas  of  this  country,  and 
there  are  plenty,  this  department  gets  many  re- 
quests for  a  good  water  softener.  And  so  we  give 
you  plenty — actually  five  pounds !  This  is  Wrisley's 
nice,  big  bag  (five  pounds,  we  remind  you)  of 
Perfumed  Bath  Crystals  and  Water  Softener.  This 
is  for  your  tub  when  you  want  to  relax,  to  make 
your  skin  feel  soft  and  smooth  as  well  as  cleanse  it, 
when  a  delicate  perfume  will  soothe  your  senses  and 
sweetly  scent  your  skin.  Here,  indeed,  is  more  than 
your  money's  worth.  This  bath  luxury  comes  in 
apple  blossom,  gardenia,  carnation,  lilac,  lavender, 
bouquet  and  pine ;  and  you'll  find  other  Wrisley 
companions  in  fine  soaps  and  bath  accessories  to 
furnish  your  bathroom  with  a  complete  ensemble. 


"Sweet  Moments" 

IN  snooping  about,  this  department  came 
•  upon  something  new,  cute  and  very 
come  hither.  It's  Irresistible's  new  per- 
fume. Sweet  Moments,  in  a  container 
resembling  an  old-fashioned  lamp.  For 
those  who  love  cunning  gadgets,  with 
something  good  to  show  besides — for  the 
perfume  has  a  very  special  appeal — go 
right  out  and  find  yourself  Sweet  Mo- 
ments. It  will  make  a  little  conversation 
piece,  and  the  lamp  base  comes  in  differ- 
ent pastels,  so  you  can  do  both  yourself 
and  your  dressing-table  a  nice  turn  for 
spring.  These  little  lamps  will  serve 
charmingly  for  small  favors  at  a  luncheon 
or  bridge.  Will  win  raves  from  your  chums. 


Sheer  Loveliness 

HOUBIGANT  has  applied  the  idea  of 
"sheer"  to  its  Translucid  make-up,  and 
the  result  is  a  subtle,  unobtrusive  quality 
that  does  perfectly  beautiful  things  on  your 
skin.  If  the  quest  for  make-up  that  doesn't 
make  you  look  too  made-up  is  one  of  your 
problems,  then  we  unhesitatingly  refer  you 
to  the  Translucid  subtleties.  There  is  a 
foundation  lotion  in  skin  tones,  a  silken- 
sheer  face  powder  in  smart  shades,  a 
feathery-fine  rouge  and  a  lipstick  designed 
to  be  indelible  for  lasting  wear.  The  powder 
is  designated  by  the  familiar  "Basket  of 
Roses"  on  the  box.  Very  beautiful,  very 
natural,  and  very  delicate  is  this  make-up. 
At  least,  just  look,  when  next  shopping. 


"Follow  Me" 

SUIVEZ  MOI  (follow  me)  proved  such  a  success 
as  a  perfume  that  now  it  has  a  sister,  Suivez 
Moi  Eau  de  Toilette,  with  atomizer.  The  two  will 
certainly  put  you  high  in  heaven  if  you  like  seduc- 
tive scents.  And  they  are  quite  within  reach  of  your 
pretty  little  purse.  The  simulated  pearl  bottle  of 
perfume,  snuggling  in  that  miniature  hat  box,  would 
make  an  unusual  bridge  prize.  I  am  not  quite  able 
to  describe  the  scent — it  is  just  too,  too  .  .  .  My 
observation,  however,  is  that  it  literally  makes  ad- 
mirers want  to  follow  you!  It  is  a  very  vital  re- 
minder of  fascination,  of  being  awake  and  on  your 
toes,  and  that,  to  me,  is  a  splendid  way  to  feel. 


Leslie  Howard,  now  in  England,  produces, 
directs,  and  stars  in  "Pimpernel  Smith." 
With  him  is  Mary  Morris,  his  leading  lady. 


A  Trick  or  Two  in  This  Brush 

THE  use  of  mascara  is  growing.  And  next  to 
I  lipstick,  its  use  can  certainly  do  more  for  the 
human  face  than  any  other  beauty  touch.  You  will 
find  many  good  mascaras,  but  Modern  Eyes  is  the 
only  one  I  know  with  a  spiral  brush.  This  little 
brush  has  a  special  trick  or  two.  It  reaches  between 
your  lashes  and  colors  all  sides  of  each  lash,  which, 
naturally,  makes  even  an  extra  lash  or  two  a  real 
contribution  to  your  eye  beauty.  It  also  curls  lashes 
upward.  It  is  attached  to  the  container  top.  which 
means  that  the  case  remains  neat.  The  mascara  is 
in  cake  form,  in  black,  brown  or  dark  blue,  the 
color  being  shown  on  the  container  top.  C.  M. 


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Continued  from  page  55 


reckoned  it  to  his  credit  that  he  murdered 
none  of  them. 

One  morning  a  desperate  voice  reached 
Connie  over  the  phone.  "You've  got  to  get 
me  a  job  or  book  me  at  the  nearest  mad- 
house." 

She  called  him  next  day.  Gaumont  needed 
someone  to  play  an  American  juvenile.  Ray 
hobbled  down,  and  faked  the  accent  well 
enough  to  get  the  part  only  because  they 
could  find  no  one  else  to  do  it  better. 

What  followed  sounds  like  an  old  Mack 
Sennett  gag.  He  had  long  since  resolved, 
once  he  got  hold  of  some  money,  to  return 
to  America.  He  missed  the  orange  juice. 
Better  to  starve  in  California,  where  at 
least  he'd  be  warm.  Better  to  take  his  mea- 
ger chances  over  there  than  ask  Mai  to 
share  chances  equally  meager  in  London. 
The  picture  netted  him  twelve  hundred  and 
fifty  dollars.  The  day  after  it  was  finished, 
he  packed  his  trunk  and  sailed,  neglecting 
to  inform  Connie  lest  she  try  to  stop  him. 
Halfway  across  the  Atlantic,  he  received  a 
cable.  "WHERE  IN  THUNDER  ARE 
YOU  HAVE  SIGNED  YOU  WITH 
BRITISH  LINE."  "WILL  RETURN  IF 
THEY  PAY  MY  FARE  BACK,"  he  re- 
plied. "FARE  OK  PASSAGE  AR- 
RANGED ON  LACONIA  LEAVING 
NEW  YORK  MAY  13." 

He  docked  at  four  on  the  13th,  caught 
the  Laconia  at  five,  worked  for  three  weeks 
and  set  sail  again,  forgetting  that  he'd  given 
British  Lion  an  option  for  another  picture. 
A  second  cable  met  him  in  mid-Atlantic,  a 
second  time  he  turned  back  at  the  docks. 
This  time,  a  thought  chastened,  he  waited 
a  week  after  the  picture's  completion  for 
official  permission  to  depart.  He  landed  in 
New  York,  his  months  of  labor  a  delusion. 
Living  expenses  had  bitten  so  deeply  into 
his  capital  that  he  still  had  only  twelve 
hundred  and  fifty  dollars ! 

It  was  then  that  one  of  his  glittering  im- 
pulses hit  our  hero.  He'd  never  been 
through  the  Panama  Canal.  Not  to  have 
been  through  the  Panama  Canal  was  de- 
plorable. He  booked  passage  to  California 

The  pride  of  possession  must  be  great  when 
the  Ray  Millands  dine  tete-a-tete  in  their 
bright     and     cheerful     dining     room,  right. 


that  way,  stopped  off  at  Cuba  and  lost  the 
lion's  share  of  his  fortune,  arriving  in  Hol- 
lywood with  a  hundred  and  seventy  dollars 
— exactly  the  sum,  if  you  remember  that 
far  back,  which  had  stood  between  him  and 
starvation  when  he  got  to  London. 

Thus  the  full  circle  had  been  rounded. 
But  Ray  was  only  moderately  cast  down. 
True,  he  and  Mai  would  have  to  postpone 
housekeeping  arrangements,  but  that  was 
all  right,  honey,  he'd  have  a  job  snagged, 
say  in  a  week,  ten  days.  Mai  buoyed  less 
easily.  With  the  dolorous  days  of  their 
breakup  etched  in  acid  on  her  memory,  she 
suggested  that  they  ought  to  have  five  thou- 
sand dollars  to  start  with,  and  maybe  he'd 
better  give  up  the  idea  of  acting  for  stead- 
ier, if  more  pedestrian,  employment.  Ray 
agreed  to  the  first,  and  flouted  the  second 
suggestion. 

He  took  a  room  at  a  cheap  hotel,  but  the 


time  soon  came  when  a  dollar  and  a  half 
a  day  loomed  like  Everest  compared  with 
his  cash  on  hand.  So  he  rented  a  twenty- 
five  dollar  apartment.  He  fenegled  a  ja- 
loppy  out  of  a  dealer  by  pledging  a  down 
payment  of  twenty-eight  dollars.  For  lack 
of  garage  money,  he  parked  this  wreck  in 
an  empty  lot.  One  morning  he  found  the  lot 
empty  even  of  his  car.  The  dealer  had,  in 
the  genteel  phrase,  repossessed  it.  To  Ray 
this  was  money  in  the  bank,  since  he  hadn't 
made  the  down  payment.  _ 

His  powers  of  persuasion  never  showed 
more  brilliant  than  in  the  feat  of  getting 
himself  an  agent,  agents  being  coyer  than 
jobs  in  Hollywood.  The  agent  got  him  in- 
terviews, the  interviews  got  him  nowhere. 


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Fit  for  a  queen  is  this  elegant  dressing  table, 
below.  A  corner  of  the  master  bedroom  re- 
served for  beauty.  Ray  Milland,  strictly  a 
man's  man,  personally  designed  this  he-man 
den.  It's  built  for  comfort  and  style;  a  work- 
shop,  if  you'll    believe   the   evidence,  right. 


Chester  hauled  him  around.  That  wasn't 
his  name.  He  was  a  movie-mad  youth  from 
Chester,    Pennsylvania,   who'd   been  mo- 
mentarily dazed  by  the  sight  of  Milland  on 
i   a  drugstore  stool  next  to  his  own.  He  re- 
j   membered  the   face  from  a  picture  two 
years  back.   Ray's   jobless   and  penniless 
state  failed  to  dim  his  glory.  He'd  appeared 
j   on  the  screen,  hence  he  was  a  movie  star, 
'   hence  Chester  laid  himself  and  his  Ply- 
mouth at  Ray's  feet. 

By  now  Ray  was  haunting  the  Standard 
Oil  Company  as  well  as  the  studios,  trying 
to  hire  himself  out  as  a  gas  station  at- 
tendant. Standard  Oil  wasn't  too  discourag- 
;  ing.  They  promised  to  let  him  know.  Mean- 
time rent-day  rolled  around  again,  as  is  its 


way.  He  called  his  agent.  "Can  you  let  me 
have  twenty-five  dollars?'' 

;|What  for?" 

"I  have  to  pay  my  rent." 

"What  are  you  going  to  eat  with?" 

"I  haven't  figured  that  far." 

"All  right,  I'll  let  you  have  five  dollars 
to  eat  with." 

Ray  felt  it  would  have  been  unbecoming 
ill  him  to  point  out  that  five  dollars  a 
month  might  feed  a  mouse,  not  a  man.  He 
put  his  case  to  the  owner  of  the  corner 
drugstore,  where  he'd  been  eating.  The 
gentleman  was  a  gentleman.  "I  can't  give 
you  three  meals  a  day  for  nothing.  But  you 
can  have  your  dinner  on  the  cuff. — And 
coffee  for  breakfast  and  lunch."  Ray  sup- 
plemented his  breakfast  with  Wheaties.  An 
actor  living  below,  who  endorsed  them  for 
advertising  purposes,  received  a  huge  car- 
ton every  month.  Ray  poured  water  and 
sprinkled  sugar  over  them.  He  still  eats 
them  that  way.  Because  he  likes  them,  not 
because  he's  grateful. 

One  fateful  night  Chester  got  drunk  and 
failed  to  report  for  duty  in  the  morning. 
Ray  fingered  the  lone  dime  in  his  pocket. 


From  where  he  lived  it  cost  that  much  to 
get  downtown.  From  Melrose  and  Gower, 
a  couple  of  miles  away,  a  dime  was  good 
for  a  round-trip  ticket.  By  hoof  and  bus  he 
reached  the  Standard  Oil  employment  of- 
fice, and  was  told  they  might  have  an  open- 
ing in  a  few  days.  As  he  got  off  the  bus 
again  at  Melrose,  a  voice  hailed  him.  It 
was  the  voice  of  Joe  Egli,  Paramount 
casting  director.  "I  think  I've  got  a  job  for 
you,"  said  Joe. 

Ray  experienced  no  great  elevation  of 
spirit.  He'd  heard  that  one  before.  Egli 
took  him  through  the  studio  gates  out  to 
a  sound  stage,  and  left  him  standing  on  the 
outskirts  of  the  set,  while  he  conferred 
with  director  Wesley  Ruggles.  "For  a  nice 
guy,"  says  Ray,  "Ruggles  has  a  very  sour 
puss." 

He  watched  the  men  talking,  he  watched 
Ruggles  turn  to  look  at  him,  he  watched 
the  puss  stay  sour,  he  watched  Egli  walk- 
ing back,  he  added  it  up  and  got  the  an- 
swer, "That's  that." 

"Come  back  to  the  office  with  me,"  said 
Egli,  and  when  they  were  back  in  the  of- 
fice, "How  much  do  you  want?" 

Ray  jumped.  "Mean  to  say  I've  got  a 
job?" 

"Sure.  Two  weeks  guarantee.  How 
much  ?" 

"How — how  much  do  you  think?" 
"Haven't  you  got  a  price?" 
Through  a  clogged  throat,  he  croaked: 
"Three-fifty." 

"Make  it  three  hundred." 
"Done." 

Three  hundred  on  paper  didn't  put  a 
nickel  in  his  pocket.  He  couldn't  trust  his 
jittery  knees  to  carry  him  home.  He 
couldn't  bring  himself  to  ask  Egli  for  car- 
fare. He  asked  instead  whether  he  could 
use  the  phone,  and  called  Chester.  "Where 
in  blazes  were  you  this  morning?"  he 
roared  exultant.  "Meet  me  right  away  at 
the  Paramount  gate."  This  was  the  mo- 
ment Cnester  had  lived  for.  They  headed 
for  the  drugstore  and  had  themselves  a  hell 
of  a  lunch. 

So  what  happened?  Exactly  what  you 
think.  A  special  delivery  from  Standard 
Oil,  telling  him  to  report  at  six  Monday 
morning.  Paramount  expected  him  at  nine. 
A  few  months  earlier  he'd  have  said  nuts 
to  Rockefeller.   But  he'd  passed  through 

The  acme  of  good  taste  is  expressed  through- 
out the  newly-built  Milland  manse.  Another 
brief    view,    left,    of    the    master  bedroom. 


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Mr.  and  Mrs.  Pat  O'Brien,  above,  len 
Flanagan  of  Boys'  Town.  The  trio  are 

fire  since.  Suppose  the  studio  kicked  him 
out  at  the  end  of  two  weeks.  He  roused 
Chester  at  five  Monday  morning  and  rode 
down  to  Standard  Oil.  Ten  guys,  all  down 
on  their  luck,  glared  at  the  dude  in  his 
English-tailored  double-breaster,  who 
marched  right  past  them  and  into  the  office. 

"Look,"  he  told  the  boss,  "my  mother 
just  died  in  Oklahoma.  I  can't  get  back  for 
six  weeks.  Will  you  hold  the  job?" 

It  takes  a  hard  heart  to  pile  more  woe  on 
a  mother's  death.  "Well — you've  been  pretty 
persistent.  I'll  hold  it." 

He  was  glad  to  remember  that  eventually 
one  of  the  other  down-and-outers  got  his 
job.  Paramount  gave  him  a  second  small 
part.  He  overcame  Mai's  misgivings  about 
his  return  to  films  by  the  process  of  arith- 
metic. "Look — here's  my  gas  station  salary. 
Look  at  the  years  and  years  it'll  take  to  earn 
five  thousand,  let  alone  save  it. — Now  look 
here!"  He  stuck  a  check  for  three  thousand 
under  her  nose.  "That's  what  I've  saved 
from  two  pictures."  Signed  to  a  contract  a 
few  days  later,  he  and  Mai  went  together 
to  take  the  willow  dishes  out  of  storage. 

For  a  while  all  was  rosy.  Presently, 
though,  the  first  fine  rapture  of  money  in 
the  bank  began  to  wear  off,  and  through 
its  shimmering  tatters  he  perceived  that 
professionally  he  was  fast  getting  nowhere. 
Everyone  was  against  him,  he  concluded, 
till  a  couple  of  things  opened  his  eyes  to 
the  possibility  that  maybe  he  was  against 
himself — that  he  didn't  know  his  job,  may- 
be, and  was  doing  little  to  make  its  ac- 
quaintance. 

One  was  a  talk  with  Sir  Guy  Standing. 
"What  do  you  do  at  night  ?"  asked  Sir  Guy. 

"Sit  around  and  read." 

"Whom  do  you  admire  most  as  an 
actor?" 

"Freddie  March." 

"Well,  stop  reading.  Go  see  pictures. 
Freddie  March's  first,  then  the  others.  It's 
fine  to  be  a  student,  but  you'd  better  study 
acting  first." 

Following  this  advice,  Milland  grew 
aware  of  a  tension  and  self-consciousness 
before  the  cameras.  "I  used  to_  think  all  the 
grips  and  propmen  were  watching  me,  when 
they  didn't  give  a  damn."  Mitch  Leisen,  re- 
hearsing him  in  "The  Big  Broadcast  of 
1937,"  said:  "When  you  move  your  arm, 
move  it  all  the  way.  Relax." 


L,en  Weissman 
d  an  attentive  ear  to  famous  Father 
pictured  at  the  Beverly  Hills  Derby. 

That  simple  instruction  helped  him  to  an 
easier  approach,  but  it  bore  no  fruit.  For 
five  months  after  "The  Gilded  Lily,"  he 
didn't  work  at  all.  Then  he  was  asked  to 
help  test  the  girls  who  were  being  tried  out 
for  "Jungle  Princess."  Dorothy  Lamour 
once  chosen,  the  director  mused,  "Now 
whom  can  we  get  for  the  fellow?" 

Ray  felt  he  had  hit  bottom.  (He  hadn't). 
Here  he'd  been  testing  for  two  and  a  half 
months  and  emerged  as  the  invisible  man. 
"How  about  me?"  he  said  weakly. 

"Oh — you?   Well,   all   right — maybe." 

The  picture  was  a  money-maker,  so  he 
went  into  "Easy  Living"  with  Jean  Arthur 
— one  of  the  first  screwball  comedies,  a 
superduper   production   with    lavish  sets, 


which  also  proved  a  hit.  He  began  to  feel 
quite  the  actor,  and  sat  back  waiting  for 
some  more  nice  parts  that  didn't  come.  In 
desperation  he  prodded  Zeppo  Marx,  his 
agent — "a  damn  fine  agent,  God  bless  him, 
and  say  so,  will  you?" — to  arrange  for  a 
loanout. 

The  best  Zeppo  could  do  was  a  little 
quickie  over  at  Universal,  into  which  the 
moguls  were  dumping  everyone  on  the  lot 
they  wanted  to  get  rid  of.  Ray  shared  a 
dressing  room  with  three  fellow-members 
of  the  cast.  They  worked  on  a  twenty-one 
day  schedule.  The  producer  was  his  own 
prop  man,  brushed  the  actors'  coats.  His 
name  was  Joe  Pasternak.  The  picture  was 
"Three  Smart  Girls." 

Things  picked  up  a  little  after  that.  Wil- 
liam Wellman  liked  him,  wanted  him  for 
"Men  With  Wings."  "He  stinks,"  said  the 
front  office.  "He's  going  into  the  picture." 
said  Wellman  coldly.  Word  of  that  got 
around.  People  began  nodding  at  Mr.  Mil- 
land  as  he  passed  by.  Not  for  long,  how- 
ever. Only  till  it  became  apparent  that  the 
picture  was  a  frost.  Then  they  stopped  say- 
ing hello.  Ray  had  to  show  his  pass  to  get 
on  the  lot. 

The  turn  really  came  with  "Irene."  He'd 
been  interviewed  by  Herbert  Wilcox  once 
before,  in  London.  He'd  cooled  his  heels 
for  three  hours  in  an  anteroom,  his  vigil 
shared  by  a  little  blonde  unknown.  Ray  got 
in  first.  As  he  came  out.  the  little  blonde 
raised  awe-filled  eyes  at  this  man  who  had 
actually  talked  to  a  producer.  Nothing  had 
come  of  that  interview.  Now  Wilcox 
wanted  him  for  "Irene."  "Think  I  can  bor- 
row you?" 

"They'll  probably  pay  you  to  take  me  off 
their  hands,"  answered  Ray  with  the  candor 
which  sets  him  apart  from  the  bulk  of  his 
brethren.  Wilcox  featured  him  in  the  pic- 
ture. He  starred  Anna  Neagle,  the  little 
blonde. 

Zeppo  Marx  came  tearing  out  on  the  set 
one  day  with  a  script.  "Read  it,"  he  beamed. 
"Don't  say  a  word.  Just  read  it."  It  turned 
out  to  be  "The  Doctor  Takes  a  Wife," 
which  turned  out  to  be  a  laugh-riot.  When 
Columbia  released  it.  Paramount  pricked 
up  its  ears.  Edward  Griffith  put  in  a  bid  for 
Milland  to  play  a  part  in  "Virginia" — the 
part  eventually  played  by  Stirling  Hayden. 


Len  Weissman 

With  the  applause  still  ringing  in  her  ears,  Academy  Winner  Ginger  Rogers, 
above,  with  escort  Johnny  Green,  smiles  shyly  as  friends  offer  congratulations. 


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Putting  him  in 

A  LESSON  IN 

How  to  Become  Some  Man's 
Dream  Girl— for  KEEPS 


to  get  huffy  or  possessive 
when  he  smiles  at  another 
female.  You  have  to  give  a 
man  some  rope,  or  what's  he 
going  to  hang  himself  with? 


Your  romance  is  in  the  crucial  stage  where  you  may  simmer 
down  to  just  another  telephone  number  in  his  little  black 
address  book — or  you  can  give  him  such  an  acute  case  of 
Dream-Girl  Fever  that  he  spends  his  lunch  hours  pricing 
solitaires!  It's  up  to  you,  lass!  If  your  technique's  Right, 
you  win.  If  it's  Wrong— well,  make  it  Right — 


to  make  mighty  sure  that  no 
other  girl  can  make  you  look 
faded!  That's  where  your 
complexion  casts  the  decid- 
ing vote.  When  he  looks  at 
you,  let  him  see  a  complexion 
that  tadiates  the  loving  cate 
you  give  it  with  Pond's 
every  night.  The  Other 
Woman  menace  will  vanish 
into  limbo. 


to  take  him  at  his  word 
when  he  phones  for  a  last- 
minute  date  and  says, 
"Don't  fuss — come  just  as 
you  ate!"  He  may  think  he 
means  it,  but  when  he  sees 
your  face  buried  under  a 
layer  of  smudge  and  stale 
make-up,  the  disillusion 
will  be  terrific! 


to  improve  the  golden  moments 
between  his  call  and  his  arrival 
by  whisking  through  a  Pond's 
glamour  treatment.  I .  Slather 
Pond's  Cold  Cream  over  your 
face.  Pat  like  mad  with  your 
fingertips.  Wipe  off  with  Pond's 
Tissues.  Then  "rinse"  with  more 
Cold  Cream  to  dispose  of  the 
last  smitch  of  dirt  and  old  make- 
up. 2.  Over  your  immaculate 
skin,  spread  a  thick  white  mask 
of  Pond's  Vanishing  Cream.  Re- 
move after  1  full  minute.  Then 
wield  the  powder  puff  and 
you'll  glitter  with  glamour! 


to  hold  him  at  a  coy  arm's 
length  so  long  that  he  gets 
discouraged.  Love  can't 
thrive  indefinitely  on  a  star- 
vation diet! 


a  little  close-range  eye- 
making  and  such.  Extremely 
effective  unless  a  close-up  of 
your  face  reveals  clogged 
pores  and  a  network  of  squint 
lines.  Help  keep  pores,  "dry" 
lines  and  blackheads  from 
blighting  romance  by  thor- 
oughly cleansing  and  soften- 
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Fatal,  in  fact!  To  fumble 


nervously  in  your  hand- 
bag for  a  powder  compact 
when  the  poor  fellow  is 
desperately  working  him- 
self to  proposal  pitch. 
He  may  never  reach  that 
point  again! 


to  encourage  him  by  looking 
sweet  and  knowing  it!  No  dis- 
tracting worry  of  bleary  make- 
up or  glistening  nose  will  give 
you  the  fidgets,  if  you  have 
used  that  amazing  1-minute 
mask  of  Pond's  Vanishing 
Cream  before  your  date.  The 
mask  smooths  away  little  rough- 
nesses— gives  your  skin  a  glori- 
ous "mat"  finish  that  you  can 
trust  to  hold  powder  right 
thtough  the  crisis! 


being  just  terribly  brave  and 
noble  when  he  half-heartedly 
courts  you  for  7  years  with- 
out mentioning  churches 
i.z.z  ~l.-..i:c:s. 


Close  the  deal  while  it's  hot! 
Get  going  now  on  a  sweep- 
him-off-his-feet  complexion! 
Here's  a  dotted  line  to  sign  on 
— it  isn't  a  wedding  license, 
but  one  may  well  follow! 


POND'S,  Dept.  7S.  -CV£,  Clinton,  Conn. 
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SCREENLAND 


73 


A  few  months  back  Ray  would  have 
jumped  at  any  part.  But  times  had  changed. 
He  sat  with  Griffith  on  the  steps  of  the 
executive  building  and  gave  him  an  argu- 
ment which  boiled  down  to  a  private  con- 
viction that  the  role,  as  written,  didn't  suit 
him.  "Rather  than  take  it,  I'll  take  a  sus- 
pension." 

Griffith  saw  his  point.  "But  I'll  have  to 
tell  the  front  office,  Ray." 

"That's  okay  with  me." 

He  strode  off  glumly.  The  more  he  pon- 
dered it,  the  more  deeply  victimized  he  felt 
by  a  suspension  that  hadn't  yet  been  im- 
posed. Mitch  Leisen  was  sitting  on  the  curb. 
"What's  the  matter  with  you?" 

Ray  glared.  "I'm  in  no  mood  to  chat." 

"Oh  come  on,  sit  down,  let  me  tell  you  a 
story  I'm  going  to  do.  With  Joel  McCrea. 
It'll  cheer  you  up." 

Listening  to  the  story  of  "Arise,  My 
Love,"  Ray  turned  nile-green.  At  length 
endurance  snapped.  "What  good's  it  to  me, 
you  yapping  your  head  off  about  your  won- 
derful picture — ?"  He  moved  on. 

It  was  his  day  for  bumping  into  people. 
The  next  was  Arthur  Hornblow,  producer 
of  "Arise,  My  Love."  "Ran  your  Columbia 
picture  at  the  house.  Good  piece  of  work." 

"That's  fine,"  said  Ray. 

At  some  distance  he  spotted  the  figure  of 
Zeppo  Marx,  made  for  it  as  a  child  makes 
for  his  mother,  and  poured  out  his  sorrows. 
Zeppo  looked  thoughtful.  "Say — I  just 
heard  McCrea  wants  a  vacation — " 

At  which  point  another  executive  hove 
into  view.  Ray  flagged  him.  "If  McCrea 
doesn't  want  it,  why  can't  I  do  the  Leisen 
picture — ?" 

"Oh  foof,  they  wouldn't  go  for  you.  Any- 
way, Claudette  probably  wouldn't  accept 
you — " 

So  he  went  home  and  brooded.  Next 
morning  a  phone  call  summoned  him  to  the 
front  office.  He  describes  that  session  with 
quiet  relish.  "They  were  mad  at  me  before 
I  went  in.  They  said  they  were  thinking  of 
putting  me  into  the  picture.  They  made  it 
clear  that  if  I  wasn't  terrific,  I'd  be  drawn 
and  quartered.  They  treated  me  like  a  boy 
they'd  picked  up  on  the  street  to  push  the 
baby  carriage  for  fifty  cents.  And  if  any- 
thing happened  to  the  baby,  God  help  me." 

He  achieved  his  stature  as  an  actor  in 
that  picture.  Before  it  was  finished  Horn- 
blow  signed  him  for  "I  Wanted  Wings" 


NEW 

ARRIVALS- 

and  others! 

Proud  Hollywood  papa  is  handsome  hero 
John  Hubbard,  left,  holding  his  brand-new 
baby  daughter,  Lois  Maryan,  while  Mrs. 
Hubbard  looks  on.  John's  latest  movie  is 
Columbia's  "She  Knew  All  the  Answers,"  with 
Joan  Bennett  and  Franchot  Tone.  At  right,  an- 
other new  arrival  in  film-town:  Judith  Melinda, 
daughter  of  the  Richard  Collinses,  whose 
mother  is  professionally  known  as  Dorothy 
Comingore,  seen  as  the  "second  wife"  of 
Orson  Welles  in  "Citizen  Kane."  Below, 
Mickey  Rooney  arrives  in  Hawaii  on  vacation 
armed  with  the  inevitable  glass  of  the  Islands' 
famous  pineapple  juice.  Bottom  of  page  shows 
Jean  Gabin,  noted  French  actor,  arriving  in 
America  on  a  contract  to  make  movies  for 
20th    Century-Fox.   Welcome   to    our  shores. 


and  Claudette  tapped  him  as  her  leading 
man  in  "Skylark."  The  schedule  for  the 
first  ran  so  long  that  the  second  was  post- 
poned two  months.  Normally  another  actor 
would  have  been  substituted,  but  Miss  Col- 
bert refused  to  consider  another  actor.  Peo- 
ple no  longer  say  hello  as  they  pass.  They 
make  a  wide  detour  to  say  it.  The  change 
leaves  Milland  pleased,  amused  and  cynical. 
He's  sufficiently  detached  from  the  Holly- 
wood scene  to  recognize  its  value,  and 
sufficiently  human  to  enjoy  it. 

Not  quite  two  years  ago  he  started  build- 
ing the  house  of  his  dreams  in  Beverly 
Hills — a  replica,  insofar  as  he  could  manage 
it,  of  the  Sussex  home  he'd  bought  for  his 
mother.  Its  chief  ornament  is  Daniel  David, 
turned  a  year  on  March  6th.  And  Mai's 
chief  source  of  diversion  is  Ray  as  a  father. 

"At  the  hospital  he  used  to  run  out  every 
few  minutes  to  watch  the  baby  through  the 
nursery  window.  People  would  stop  to  look 
at  him  because  he's  an  actor.  He'd  turn  and 
grin,  thinking  it  was  his  marvelous  baby 
they  were  admiring. — He  takes  a  bow  on 
everything  the  baby  does.  Danny's  skin  is 
dark.  I  say  it's  sunbaths.  Jack  says  it's  the 
W elsh  in  him.  I  had  wonderful  names 
picked  out  for  him  like  Michael  and 
Anthony.  Jack  said  they  sounded  like  the 
hero  of  a  bad  English  novel.  'Daniel  David,' 
he  said,  'that's  a  good  strong  name.  I  can 
see  it  already  on  his  luggage  when  he  goes 
to  Europe— D.  D.  Milland.'  " 

Sundays  are  given  over  by  the  senior 
Milland  to  photographing  the  junior. 
There's  a  daily  ritual  too.  Ray  leaves  the 
house  at  seven  thirty,  which  is  breakfast 
time  for  Daniel.  Daniel  refuses  to  touch 
spoon  to  porridge  till  his  father  appears, 
picks  him  up,  walks  him  three  times  round 
the  room,  deposits  him  in  his  highchair 
again  and  waves  byby.  Daniel  waves  back, 
looking,  says  his  father,  like  a  man  waving 
a  salami  with  a  bunch  of  carrots  tied  on. 
He  then  proceeds  with  his  meal,  while  papa 
proceeds  to  the  studio. 

Mai  hopes  he'll  grow  up  to  look  like  Ray. 
She  thinks  it  would  be  silly  for  a  child  not 
to  look  like  a  father  who  looks  like  Ray. 
Ray  doesn't  care  what  he  looks  like,  con- 
tent that  he  is.  The  boy  who  was  always 
running  away  to  find  some  lovely  place 
beyond  the  hills  has  found  it.  Through  his 
wife  and  son,  the  escapist  has  escaped  into 
happiness.. 


74 


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Doesn't  Cary  Grant  change  wives  quickly?  But  don't  get  alarmed;  it's  only 
make-believe.  He's  scheduled  to  play  spouse  to  Joan  Fontaine  in  RKO's  "Before 
the  Fact."  Alfred  Hitchcock  will  direct  them,  so  expect  the  best  in  film  fare. 


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ness,  but  I  think  she  wastes  a  great  deal  of 
motion.  I  think  she  dissipates  her  greatest 
appeal,  because  she  has  never  studied  it. 
Few  American  girls  know  how  to  make  an 
entrance.  Few  have  really  ever  studied  the 
art  of  pleasing  others." 

Now  these  words  may  sound  rather  for- 
mal and  out  of  place  today,  until  you  stop 
and  think  about  them.  True,  how  few  of  us 
enter  a  room  well.  We  rush  in,  well,  where 
angels  may  fear  to  tread,  confident,  sure, 
wasteful  of  motion  and  energy.  There  is  the 
gentle  art,  explained  Maria,  of  letting  your- 
self be  seen  before  you  enter  a  room,  and  I 
gather  that  this  is  rather  through  slow- 
motion.  Certainly  if  you  are  all  done  up  for 
a  party,  if  you  are  really  attractive  to  look 
upon,  or  even  if  your  gown  is  if  you  are  not, 
then  it  would  be  just  as  well  to  make  your 
entrance  an  event,  instead  of  just  an  in- 
cident. And  the  wallop  this  would  give  your 
escort's  pride  in  you  is  immeasurable. 

"You  may  be  very  beautiful,"  continued 
Maria,  "but  you  may  sit,  in  a  restaurant, 
for  example,  in  such  a  manner  that  no  one 
ever  sees  you.  You,  also,  may  be  just  pass- 
able, but  you  may  sit  in  a  manner  that  places 
you  quite  apart  from  everyone  else  and 
people  will  admire  you." 

These  words  are  for  the  girls  who  have 
a  way  of  literally  hiding  themselves  under 
the  table.  They  slouch  down ;  they  disappear 
in  their  chairs ;  they  lower  their  heads  un- 
der hats  if  the  hats  are  big  enough,  and  you 
could  pass  your  best  friend  and  never  recog- 
nize her.  Then,  by  contrast,  there  are  the 
girls  who  sit  with  a  suggestion  of  being 
happy  and  proud  to  be  where  they  are  ;  they 
look  as  if  they  are  enjoying  every  minute 
of  their  companion's  presence,  whether  or 
not  they  are.  They  spread  an  atmosphere  of 
enjoyment.  They  almost  make  you  want  to 
join  their  table.  Subtle,  all  this?  Hardly. 
It's  a  matter  of  muscular  and  mind  control. 
If  you  accept  his  invitation,  no  matter  how 
boring  he  is,  if  you  try  to  make  the  evening 


a  success,  you  will  end  up  by  having  a  good 
time. 

Maria's  philosophy  is  the  result  of  long 
experience  with  men.  She  grew  up  with  five 
brothers !  And  if  you  don't  think  that's 
something !  "Learn  to  please  brothers,  or 
boy  cousins  will  do,  and  you  need  never  fear 
your  popularity,"  is  her  sage  conclusion. 
The  art  of  pleasing  develops  beautifully 
when  practiced  on  brothers.  There  is  a  spe- 
cial kind  of  ego  that  belongs  to  the  male, 
thinks  Maria,  and  it  is  so  harmless  and  so 
gratifying  to  learn  how  to  reach  it.  "Some- 
times I  would  play  the  part  of  Cupid  with 
my  brothers.  I  would  remind  one  of  them 
that  I  thought  a  certain  girl  liked  him. 
Of  course,  he  would  appear  disdainful, 
but  I  often  noticed  a  nice  little  romance  be- 
gin with  the  girl  I  had  mentioned.  It  is  so 
natural  for  people  to  want  to  be  liked.  And 
liking  certainly  makes  them  nicer  people. 
I  believe  we  should  all  take  a  little  more 
time  to  please  others  by  making  ourselves 
pleasing  to  them.'' 

In  other  words,  honey  is,  indeed,  sweeter 
than  vinegar.  And  when  you  find  yourself 
being  too  definite  with  people,  telling  them 
just  what  you  think  at  times  and  never  dis- 
guising your  feelings,  you  are  riding  for  a 
fall  and  had  just  as  well  turn  about  and  ask 
yourself  if  you  can't  achieve  your  end,  what- 
ever it  is,  with  a  gentler  weapon.  The  art 
of  pleasing  others  is  something  to  be  learned 
slowly,  for  few  are  born  with  it.  It  is  not  a 
fawning  effort  just  to  be  nice  and  make 
people  like  you;  that  is  a  thin  veneer  that 
won't  wear  long.  But  it  is  a  matter  perhaps 
of  thinking  how  you  may  do  this  or  say  that 
without  hurting  or  seeming  harsh,  if  the 
occasion  calls  for  strong  action.  This  will 
give  you  wonderful  practice  in  dealing  with 
human  nature  and  mark  a  long  mile  in  your 
effort  for  success,  no  matter  how  you  reckon 
it. 

But  back  to  our  American  girl.  Maria 
compliments  the  American  woman  on  her 
amazing  ability  to  hold  onto  youth.  And  she 
compliments  her  on  her  chic.  The  Latin  type 
shows  years  more  quickly,  and  in  spite  of 
her  rare  beauty — and  it  is  a  rare  beauty — 
she  somehow  lacks  the  American  chic.  A 
Latin  lady,  according  to  Maria,  will  look 
distinctly  like  a  lady;  if  she  is  well  dressed, 
she  will  look  distinctly  well  dressed.  But  she 


will  lack  the  casualness  of  the  American, 
which  is  the  result  of  our  great  effort  to 
look  effortless.  I  am  reminded  of  how  many 
of  us  take  hours,  foot-sore  and  weary,  to  be 
sure  that  our  accessories  are  chosen  with 
utmost  care,  whether  we  pay  a  trifle  or  a 
nice  expensive  price.  That's  the  American 
way. 

When  it  comes  to  figure,  Maria  thinks 
the  American  girl  is  far  more  fortunate 
than  her  Latin  sister.  She  admires  the  long, 
slim,  free  lines,  thinks  we  keep  them  far 
beyond  the  South  American  girls  who  early 
succumb  to  matronly  figures.  Maria  de- 
plores, however,  the  attention  and  concern 
we  lavish  on  hips  instead  of  the  bosom.  A 
beautiful  bosom,  she  points  out,  is  a  most 
important  asset,  as  the  South  American 
woman  recognizes.  Well,  on  this  point,  we 
might  truly  give  some  attention  to  good  de- 
velopment exercises,  such  as  a  strong  swim- 
ming breast  stroke,  for  the  undeveloped,  and 
a  general  reducing  regime  might  be  recom- 
mended for  the  too  heavy.  And  a  special 
brassiere,  by  all  means,  designed  for  your 
own  special  lack,  if  any.  And  clothes,  too, 
frankly  to  accent  if  this  part  of  your  figure 
is  beautiful,  to  gracefully  conceal  if  it  is 
not.  There  is  certainly  no  sense  in  calling 
attention  to  your  weakest  point. 

I  think  Maria  has  a  beautiful  face,  and 
the  artist,  McClelland  Barclay,  finds  in  her 
face  the  true  beauty  of  the  cosmopolitan 
woman.  Formerly  a  model,  for  a  time, 
Maria  has  some  good  slants  on  her  own 
face.  She  likes  to  scrub  it  with  soap  and 
water,  and  worked  up  nice,  big  suds  in  a 
picture  accompanying  to  prove  this.  She 
knows  that  mascara  improves  her  lashes, 
nice  and  dark  as  they  are.  Since  her  eyes 
are  colorful,  she  uses  an  oil  or  clear  cream 
to  give  the  lids  a  young,  vital  shine.  If  she 
uses  shadow,  it  is  brown.  She  likes  a  bright 
lipstick,  an  all-over  foundation,  like  that 
well-known  pan-cake  one ;  uses  rouge  subtly 
to  suggest  a  fresh  glow  over  her  face,  wears 
bright  nail  polish  and  calls  it  a  day.  She 
believes  in  the  good  old  hair  brush,  and  her 
shining  hair  shows  this ;  and  she  believes  in 
any  sensible  ruse  that  makes  you  sweeter  to 
look  upon.  She  tells  me  that  South  Amer- 
icans still  strive  for  the  small  mouth,  as  a 
mark  of  beauty,  whereas  we  like  the  more 
generous  kind.  Certainly  they  are  more  ap- 
pealing and  interesting,  but  that  is  a  matter 
of  taste.  South  Americans  still  prefer  cameo 
skins  in  contrast  to  our  liking  for  powders 
that  give  us  a  good,  outdoorsy  glow.  But 
our  sisters  below  the  border  have  our  deep 
passion  for  perfumes.  In  fact,  they  are  as 
essential  to  them  as  lovely  clothes. 

In  spite  of  these  more  practical  slants, 
Maria  still  believes  that  it  would  be  better 
to  be  homely,  to  have  a  dull  wardrobe,  but 
to  possess  real  charm.  That,  she  believes, 
outlasts  the  more  ephemeral  gifts  of  youth- 
ful beauty  and  a  matchless  wardrobe.  She 
speaks  with  the  tradition  back  of  her  of 
generations  of  Spanish  forbears,  of  ladies 
whose  role  was  distinctly  that  of  ladies.  But 
here  in  our  United  States,  Maria  has 
charmingly  adjusted  herself  to  an  ideology 
of  "economic  independence,"  and  delights  in 
being  a  working  girl,  as  well  as  an  artist. 
She  speaks  Spanish,  French  and  English, 
the  English  with  just  a  faint,  rather  fas- 
cinating prolonging  of  certain  syllables. 
That  means  you  never  miss  a  word,  which 
is  a  thought  for  those  of  us  who  race  along 
with  our  words  so  that  many  just  catch  a 
word  here  and  there.  Slower  and  lower  is  a 
good  admonition  for  many,  including  my- 
self. 

Readers,  if  you  want  to  increase  your 
popularity,  if  you  want  to  make  yourself  a 
girl  to  be  remembered,  there  is  no  better 
suggestion  than  practicing  on  your  brothers, 
if  you  have  any.  If  not,  then  another's 
brothers.  There  is  just  nothing  that  keeps 
our  feet  on  earth  like  good  fellowship  and 
association  with  the  opposite  sex. 


76 


"With  the  Magic  of  all  things  newl'^^^^^^^^ 

"A  BRAND-NEW  SKIN 

is  arriving  to  thrill  you  with  its  Loveliness!" 


You  are  going  to  get  a  Brand -New 
Skin— a  New-Born  Skin,  a  fresher, 
younger  skin!  For,  right  under  your 
skin  as  you  see  it  today,  another  skin 
is  slowly  taking  form. 

WILL  it  have  the  magic  beauty  of  all 
things  new?  Will  it  emerge  younger- 
looking,  fresher-looking— with  an  opales- 
cent clarity? 

Yes,  says  Lady  Esther,  it  can  bring  you 
a  promise  of  new  loveliness  if— if— if— if 
only  you  will  take  the  proper  care! 

For,  right  now,  as  your  New-Born  Skin 
is  unfolding,  your  older  skin,  your  pres- 
ent skin  is  flaking  away  in  tiny  invisible 
particles. 

The  minute  flakes  can  be  the  villains 
that  rob  you  of  your  good  looks— they  can 
hide  your  beauty— they  can  give  you  the 
effect  of  tiny  rough  spots. 

"My  Four-Purpose  Face  Cream,"  says 
Lady  Esther,  "gently  permeates  those 
tiny  dry  flakes  of  older  skin— it  loosens 
them,  surrounds  them,  as  it  were,  so  that 
you  can  wipe  them  away,  ever  so  gently, 
ever  so  lightly." 

Lady  Esther's  4-Purpose  Cream  helps 
your  New-Born  Skin  to  emerge  in  beauty 
—because  it  helps  you  remove  those  tiny 
invisible  flakes,  the  surface  impurities, 
and  the  grime  and  the  dust.  It  helps 
Nature  to  refine  your  pores,  to  reveal 
your  New-Born  Skin  as  a  thing  soft  and 
smooth  and  lovely. 

Ask  Your  Doctor 
About  Your  Face  Cream! 

Ask  your  doctor,  and  all  the  better  if 
he  is  a  specialist  on  the  skin.  Ask  him  if 
he  favors  feeding  the  skin  from  without? 
Ask  him  what  he  thinks  of  astringents- 
skin  foods  — heavy  powder  bases  — tissue 
creams ! 

I  am  almost  sure,  says  Lady  Esther, 


that  he  will  tell  you  that  any  cream  that 
entered  the  pore  mouths  would  tend  to  en- 
large them.  But  ask  his  opinion  on  Lady 
Esther  4-Purpose  Face  Cream.  It  is  almost 
certain  that  he'll  put  the  seal  of  approval 
on  every  word  Lady  Esther  says. 

So,  try  Lady  Esther  4-Purpose  Face 
Cream  at  my  expense.  Or  better  still,  buy 
a  55  cent  jar  for  yourself.  Use  no  other 
cream  for  one  whole  month.  Use  it  at 
least  twice  daily.  Leave  it  on  as  long  as 
you  can,  while  you  sleep,  while  you  do 
your  household  tasks! 

And  note,  too,  how  much  better  your 
powder  goes  on  with  Lady  Esther  4-Pur- 


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pose  Cream.  Use  it  particularly  before 
you  powder  and  you  will  end,  for  all  time, 
the  need  of  a  powder  base!  For  with 
Lady  Esther  Cream  your  powder  will  go 
on  evenly  — giving  your  skin  a  silken 
smoothness,  adorning  it,  flattering  it.  For 
Lady  Esther's  4-Purpose  Face  Cream 
helps  you  to  keep  your  accent  on  youth. 


SAMPLiTOBE  AT  MYEXPENSf 


Lady  Esther, 

7162  West  63th  St.,  Chicago.  111.  (67) 
Please  send  me  your  generous  sample  tube  of 
Lady  Esther  Face  Cream:  also  nine  shades  of 
Face  Powder,  free  and  postpaid. 

Name  


Address- 


FACE  CREAM 


City- 


-State- 


(//  you  live  in  Canada,  tvrite  Lady  Esther,  Toronto,  OkU) 


SCREENLAND 


What's  s'rong 
with  this  pic- 
ture? Nothing. 
Absolutely  noth- 
ing. Dorothy,  the 
languid  Lamour, 
again  teams  with 
Bob  Hope  and 
Bing  Crosby,  this 
time  taking  the 
pleasant  "Road 
to  Zanzibar." 


Chaney  the  Second 

Continued  from  page  51 


that  the  unpredictable  Chaney  really  had 
been  an  actor  right  from  the  go-cart.  When 
did  he  start?  "When  I  was  six  weeks  old! 
Yes,  'carried  on.'  Lived  backstage  in  a 
little  hammock  that  dad  made  out  of  string. 
I  was  born  in  Oklahoma  City,  but  never 
lived  anywhere  a  full  week  till  I  was 
twelve.  And  I  never  played  with  a  child. 
Just  jerked  around  the  country  with  dad 
from  one  dinky  vaudeville  house  to  another 
where  sometimes  the  dressing-rooms  were 
nothing  more  than  chicken-coops  dragged 
in  from  the  backyard.  In  our  act  together, 
when  I  was  about  two,  we  started  work 
at  ten  in  the  morning  and  didn't  stop  till 
ten  at  night.  We  didn't  mind  the  hours.  But 
there  was  something  that  always  kept  us 
worried.  If1  people  didn't  like  your  act  in 
those  days  they'd  run  you  out  of  town.  I've 
got  scars  to  prove  it."  He  pulled  up  one 
leg  of  his  slacks  and  disclosed  white  marks 
on  the  skin  just  below  the  knee.  "Got  those 
in  a  little  town  down  South,  forget  the 
name  of  it.  Dad  realized  that  the  audience 
was  sore  at  us,  so  decided  to  make  a  quick 
getaway.  Putting  me  into  my  go-cart,  he 
beat  it  for  the  railroad  station.  But  by  that 
time  a  howling  mob  from  the  theater  was 
hot  on  our  trail.  In  rounding  a  corner,  the 
go-cart  hit  a  lamp-post  and  threw  me  out 
on  to  a  beer-bottle  which  broke  and  cut  my 
leg..  Dad  grabbed  me  up,  strapped  me 
around  his  waist,  and  tore  off  again  on  a 
dead  run  for  the  train.  We  just  made  it. 
That  was  the  life !" 

He  let  out  a  merry  roar,  lunged  to  his 
feet,  kicked  out  his  slacks,  and  long-legged 


it  about  the  room,  leaving  me  to  find  the 
moral  of  his  exciting  tale.  It  was,  beyond 
quer*ion,  that  Junior  had  been  blessed  with 
the  right  sort  of  father.  "A  blessed  disad- 
vantage," he  made  a  point  of  saying,  as  he 
crashed  down  and  pushed  a  shock  of  dark 
hair  out  of  his  good-natured  eyes.  "By  this 
I  mean  the  kind  that  has  a  kickback  to  it. 
It  has  the  advantage  of  entree,  but  you 
walk  in  the  front  door  only  to  find  your- 
self faced  with  an  obstacle  you  can't  over- 
come. You  are  expected  to  have  a  talent 
which  may,  or  may  not,  have  been  born  in 
you.  You  are  also  expected  to  have  that 
twenty-five  years'  experience  in  pictures 
which  you  haven't  had.  Now,  without  even 
being  hokey  about  it,  my  father  impressed 
me  as  the  greatest  pantomimist  that  ever 
lived.  Like  him,  I  learned  the  deaf-mute 
language,  and  so  my  gestures,  or  at  least 
some  of  them,  may  be  similar  to  father's. 
Aside  from  that,  there  is  one  thing,  I  be- 
lieve, that  we  had  in  common — ability,  with 
the  right  situation,  to  make  people  cry.  But, 
because  of  my  father,  motion  picture  pro- 
ducers are  inclined  to  expect  too  much  of 
me.  For  one  thing,  they've  always  wanted 
to  find  ten  pounds  of  make-up  on  my  face 
before  I  went  to  work.  They've  been  beat- 
ing at  it  for  years  to  have  me  do  father's 
stuff.  But  if  I  did  I'd  suffer  by  comparison. 
The  effect  would  necessarily  be  disappoint- 
ing, like  that  of  a  kid  chawing  on  a  licorice 
stick,  then  growing  up  and  finding  that  he 
didn't  give  a  lick  for  it.  I  was  to  have  done 
'The  Hunchback  of  Notre  Dame'  if  Charles 
Laughton  had  not  been  allowed  to  enter  the 


country  again  because  of  income  tax  trouble. 
But  I'm  glad  I  didn't  have  to  do  it,  for  dad 
and  I  were  so  close  to  each  other  that  it 
probably  would  have-  been  impossible  for 
me  to  get  away  from  him  in  the  part. 
When  we  were  knocking  around  the  coun- 
try together  we  were  like  Charlie  Chaplin 
and  the  Kid.  I  had  a  big  coat,  and  in  an 
eating  place  dad  would  slip  me  something 
off  his  plate  to  hide  under  it  and  take  home. 
That  would  be  grub  for  the  dog.  Often,  in 
the  South  and  West,  we'd  go  broke,  then 
have  to  hoof  it." 

Restively,  he  swung  out  of  his  chair  and 
was  off  again  round  the  room.  Everything 
about  him,  I  now  became  more  than  ever 
aware,  was  on  a  big  scale — his  huge  frame, 
his  great  stride,  his  trumpeting  voice,  his 
Homeric  laughter.  Now  he  quieted  down 
with :  "All  along  father  felt  that  if  he  did 
everything  in  moderation  he  would  achieve 
his  ambition.  And  he  was  so  obsessed  with 
work  there  was  never  any  let-up.  All  his 
characterizations  were  first  done  at  home. 
There  he  worked  out  every  detail.  It  was 
up  to  him  to  create  a  character,  never  to 
depend  on  anyone  else  for  any  part  of  it. 
For  that  matter,  I  feel  it's  easier  to  use 
your  own  imagination.  When  given  the  part 
of  Lennie  in  'Of  Mice  and  Men'  I  was, 
luckily,  allowed  to  handle  him  in  my  own 
fashion.  I  played  him  differently  on  the 
screen  from  the  way  he  was  played  on  the 
stage,  giving  him  an  inner  happiness,  let- 
ting him  laugh  instead  of  being  dull  and 
just  moronic." 

There  you  have  the  secret  of  one  of  the 
most  difficult  and  extraordinary  perform- 
ances ever  given  on  the  screen.  For  my 
part,  I  can  think  of  no  other  actor  capable 
of  even  approaching  Lon  Chaney,  Jr.,  in  his 
revealingly  fine  embodiment  of  the  pitiable 
and  at  the  same  time  endearing  bindlestiff 
whose  undeveloped  mind  and  giant  body 
conspire  blindly  to  bring  about  his  inevit- 
able tragedy.  Indeed,  I  very  much  doubt 
whether  the  author  himself,  John  Stein- 
beck, ever  saw  in  his  imagination  this 
strange  creature  as  Chaney  sees  him,  wholly 
free  from  any  morbidly  sinister  taint  and 
filled  with  the  poignant  appeal  of  a  joyous 
yet  fated  child.  And  to  reach  this  place  of 
his  own  in  the  world  of  acting  the  true  son 
of  his  father  had  taken  the  rough  road. 
Perhaps  that  road  itself  had  helped  to  fit 
him  for  the  distant  goal  finally  attained. 

"Oh,"  was  his  casual  reply,  "I've  known 
Simon  Legree  straw  bosses,  have  had  some 
who  were  in  the  same  category  as  Curlcy. 
But  it  was  all  in  the  day's  work.  If  I  really 
killed  myself  I  could  make  a  dollar  a  day. 
Usually  it  was  sixty  cents.  But  I  soon  got 
my  fill  of  eating  only  apricots  and  peaches, 
and  then  it  cost  me  twenty  cents  for  grub, 
so  I  actually  made  forty  cents.  What  the 
hell !  You  could  have  a  million  dollars' 
worth  of  fun  at  night  if  you  were  able  to 
drag  yourself  around  after  you  got  through 
work.  There  were  always  girls  to  dance 
with  out  under  the,  stars  and  somebody  to 
play  a  good  tune.  Migratory  labor  is  tougher 
now  than  it  was  then.  In  those  times  you 
slept  out  under  the  trees  and  cooked  your 
own  grub — fine !  'Grapes  of  Wrath'  showed 
the  new  trend,  with  everything  mobilized. 
Actual  work  runs  about  fifty-fifty.  One 
type  of  worker,  when  he's  on  his  way  to  a 
ranch,  knows  a  job  is  there  for  him.  But 
the  other  person  is  just  a  wanderer,  with 
no  particular  line  of  his  own.  It's  tough 
enough  even  to  be  a  specialist.  But  God 
pity  the  other  kind !  Either  way,  I'm  thank- 
ful to  be  out  of  it." 

Reminded  he  hadn't  told  how  he  had  got 
into  pictures,  this  jack-of -all-trades  and 
master  of  one  was  amused  to  say :  "When 
I  was  secretary  in  a  milling  corporation  I 
wrote  a  little  song.  What  was  it  called? 
Sivcetheart  for  All  My  Days,  kind  of 
mushy.  Anyhow,  a  Hollywood  scout  heard 
somebody  sing  it  at  a  party — it  was  that 
kind  of  party — and  thought  I  might  sell  it 


78 


DO  YOU  INHALE? 

All  smokers  do — some  times.  And  inhaling 
increases  the  chance  of  smoking-irritation. 

•  Reported  by  eminent  medical  authorities  is  this  vital  dif- 
ference between  Philip  Morris  and  four  other  leading  ciga- 
rettes. On  comparison,  the  other  four  brands  averaged 
235c/c  more  irritant  than  the  strikingly  contrasted  Philip 
Morris.  Read  on: 

•  Further — the  irritant  effect  of  the  four  other  leading 
brands  was  found  to  last  more  than  five  times  as  long ! 
You  can't  see  this  difference — but  you  can  feel  it,  especially 
when  you  inhale!  That's  vital  to  all  who  smoke! 

•  Especially  if  you  inhale  —  Call  for  Philip  Morris !  Full 
smoking  pleasure,  without  worry  about  throat  irritation. 


AMERICAS  FINEST  CIGARETTE 


to  a  picture  company.  So  he  took  me  to  a 
studio,  a  small  one  that  seemed  to  have 
gone  into  a  huddle  all  by  itself.  To  get  to 
the  music  department  we  had  to  go  through 
the  casting  office,  which  wasn't  much  more 
than  a  pine  counter.  Behind  it  was  a  fel- 
low who  sang  out,  'You  ought  to  be  in  pic- 
tures!' 'You've  got  the  right  guy,'  I  told 
him.  He  said  I'd  hear  from  him.  I  waited 
six  months  to  hear  my  phone  ring.  Not  a 
tinkle.  It  was  two  years  after  my  father 
died,  when  I  was  twenty-four,  that  I 
started  in  pictures.  Then  I  went  to  RKO 
and  got  a  job  in  the  chorus  of  a  Wheeler 
and  YVoolsey  picture,  'Girl  Crazy.'  I  was 
so  embarrassed  at  being  dressed  up  as  a 
chorus  boy  that  the  director  let  me  hide  be- 
hind the  set  when  I  wasn't  fluffing  around 
in  a  scene.  Anyhow,  I  could  eat  regularly. 
After  that,  when  I  needed  money,  I  was  a 
stunt  man.  One  of  father's  rules  was  to 
work  hard  and  earn  your  own  way.  With 
that  in  mind,  I  got  into  westerns.  There 
was  nothing  that  really  meant  anything  till 
'Mice  and  Men.'  But  I  did  learn  some- 
thing in  those  westerns.  A  woman  taught 
me  the  first  thing  I  knew  about  pictures. 
That  was  Dorothy  Gulliver,  leading  lady 
in  my  first  serial,  'The  Lost  Frontier.'  She 
taught  me  camera  angles,  showed  me  how- 
to  get  in  the  camera,  how  to  handle  my 
feet.  I  owe  her  an  infinite  amount  of  ap- 
preciation. The  next  one  who  helped  me 
was  Ann  Harding  in  'The  Life  of  Virgie 
Winters.'  Miss  Harding  would  tip  me  off 
on  the  side.  She  showed  an  interest  in  me 
and  my  dog,  then  paid  me  $400  for  a  six- 
week-old  puppy — and  was  that  a  fortune ! 
I've  been  lucky  in  having  good  friends." 

He  shot  a  sharp  look  at  me  when  I 
ventured  to  ask  whether  he  had  any  long- 
ing to  be  a  romantic  actor,  then  declared : 
"I'm  paid  for  being  ugly,  and  the  uglier  I 
am  the  better  I  like  it !  My  wife  doesn't 
agree  with  me,  but  that's  her  hard  luck. 


Sometimes  I  feel  sorry  for  the  load  that 
romantic  actors  have  to  carry  just  on  their 
beauty  alone.  Well,  that's  one  thing  I  don't 
have  to  worry  about  myself.  There's  talk 
of  starring  me,  but  I  dunno.  They  say, 
hitch  your  wagon  to  a  star,  but  there  sure 
are  a  lot  of  stars.  Just  acting  suits  me, 
without  any  starring  ambitions.  Acting  is 
most  important  to  me  now,  but  I'd  hate  to 


feel  that  any  one  thing  would  be  the  end 
for  me  because  the  world  has  so  much 
scope.  There's  only  one  other  thing  I'd 
rather  do  someday,  and  that's  own  a  cattle 
ranch.  But  for  the  present  I  don't  seem  to 
be  headed  in  that  direction.  I  live  in 
Beverly  Hills."  He  grinned.  "Guess  I'm 
getting  soft." 
Not  a  chance! 


Eve,  they  say,  rempted  Adam  with  an  apple,  but  Clark  Gable  has  his  own  modern  method 
— a  bauble.  He  doesn't  need  it.  Rosalind   Russell  stars  with  Clark  in  "The  Uniform." 


SCREENLAND 


79 


HAIR  REGAINS 
ITS  NATIVE  COLOR 

after  one  shampoo  with  Halo 

THE  heartbreaking  thing  about  drab, 
colorless,  mousey  hair  is  what  it  does 
to  the  rest  of  you.  You  may  be  as  pretty 
as  a  movie  star,  but  if  your  hair-do  lacks 
Oomph,  so  do  you! 

Halo  is  not  a  soap — it  therefore  leaves 
no  dulling  film  to  hide  the  natural  luster 
and  color  of  your  hair.  And  with  Halo  you 
don't  need  a  lemon  or  vinegar  rinse. 

See  how  Halo  leaves  your  hair  radiant, 
soft  and  easy  to  curl.  How  it  gently  cleanses 
your  scalp,  and  leaves  it  fragrantly  clean. 

And  Halo,  because  of  its  new-type 
ingredient,  makes  oceans  of  lather  in 
hardest  water. 

Buy  Halo  Shampoo  in  gen- 
erous 10c  or  larger  sizes. 
Tested  and  approved  by  Good 
Housekeeping  Bureau. 


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HAPPY  RELIEF 
FROM  PAINFUL 
BACKACHE 

Many  of  those  gnawing,  nagging,  painful  backaches 
people  blame  on  colds  or  strains  are  often  caused  by 
tired  kidneys  —  and  may  be  relieved  when  treated  in 
the  right  way. 

The  kidneys  are  Nature's  chief  way  of  taking  excess 
acids  and  poisonous  waste  out  of  the  blood.  They  help 
most  people  pass  about  3  pints  a  day. 

If  the  15  miles  of  kidney  tubes  and  filters  don't 
work  well,  poisonous  waste  matter  stays  in  the  blood. 
These  poisons  may  start  nagging  backaches,  rheu- 
matic pains,  loss  of  pep  and  energy,  getting  up  nights, 
swelling,  puffiness  under  the  eyes,  headaches  and 
dizziness.  Frequent  or  scanty  passages  with  smarting 
and  burning  sometimes  shows  there  is  something 
wrong  with  your  kidneys  or  bladder. 

Don't  wait!  Ask  your  druggist  for  Doan's  Pills, 
used  successfully  by  millions  for  over  40  years.  They 
give  happy  relief  and  will  help  the  15  miles  of  kidney 
tubes  flush  out  poisonous  waste  from  the  blood.  Get 
Doan's  Pills. 


Humphrey  Bogart's  Warning  to  Hollywood  Actors 

Continued  from  page  56 


study  these  problems  in  which  they  profess 
such  vital  interest?  They're  just  going  off 
half-cocked,  that's  all.  I  know  one  young 
actor  in  Hollywood  who  was  called  into  the 
front  office  to  discuss  a  picture  they  wanted 
him  to  do.  'Does  it  have  a  message?'  was 
the  first  thing  he  asked.  One  of  the  heads 
of  the  studio  turned  to  the  producer  and 
said,  'He  wants  a  message?  Send  him  a 
telegram !' 

"I  don't  think  stars  should  ask  to  make 
big  and  expensive  pictures  in  times  like 
these,  just  to  display  their  talent  or  ver- 
satility when  they  must  know  in  their 
hearts  that  the  pictures  have  little  chance 
of  popular  success.  I'll  name  one  name  in 
this  connection  because  he  was  a  good  sport 
about  it.  Eddie  Robinson  was  crazy  to  do 
'Dr.  Ehrlich's  Magic  Bullet'  so  the  studio 
finally  consented.  The  picture  was  far  from 
being  a  box  office  smash  and  the  bosses 
went  to  Robinson  and  said,  'We  let  you 
make  that  picture  against  our  judgment. 
Now  you  give  us  a  break  and  do  one  zve've 
picked  out  for  you.'  So  Robinson  made 
'Brother  Orchid'  and  the  studio  came  out 
ahead  on  the  cost  of  the  two  pictures 
combined. 

"But  there  was  another  actor  (whose 
name  I  won't  mention)  who  liked  making 
the  same  kind  of  pictures.  He  always  got 
superlative  notices  for  his  work — but  his 
pictures  never  made  any  money.  When  the 
bosses  called  him  in  and  asked  him  to  make 
a  picture  with  popular  appeal  so  they  could 
catch  even,  he  said,  'Gentlemen,  I  haven't 
the  slightest  interest  in  whether  you  make 
money  or  whether  you  don't.' 

"Another  pet  peeve  of  mine,"  went  on 
Mr.  B.,  "is  actors  who  come  out  here  from 
New  York  and  make  more  money  than  they 
ever  dreamed  of.  But  are  they  satisfied? 
Are  they  grateful?  NO  ! ! !  They  no  sooner 
get  a  car  (which  most  of  them  have  never 
had  before)  and  a  swimming  pool  (which 
none  of  them  have  ever  had  before)  than 
they  start  yapping  about  socialism  or  com- 
munism and  returning  to  the  stage  or  mak- 


ing  'artistic'  pictures.  If  they  love  the  stage 
so  dearly  why  did  they  leave  it?  No  one 
pointed  a  gun  at  their  heads  and  said, 
'You've  got  to  go  to  Hollywood,  or  else !' 
If  they  are  so  interested  in  'artistic'  pic- 
tures why  don't  they  reduce  their  salaries 
for  those  pictures  and  give  the  producers  a 
break?  And  as  for  their  communism  and 
socialism,  they  haven't  the  remotest  idea  of 
what  either  of  those  things  are.  They're 
dabblers  in  them  because  they  think  it's 
smart  and  sophisticated.  They're  just 
parlor-pinks  ! 

"It's  nearly  always  those  same  actors, 
too,  who  have  never  before  had  two  dimes 
to  clink  together  in  their  pockets,  who  come 
out  here,  make  a  hit  in  one  picture  (or 
two,  if  they're  lucky)  and  immediately 
start  squawking  about  everything  con- 
nected with  pictures.  Sometimes  they  want 
more  money.  Sometimes  they  want  to  pick 
their  parts.  Sometimes  it's  their  casts  and 
directors  they  want  to  okay — but  always 
it's  something.  Once  in  a  great  while  they 
may  have  a  justifiable  squawk  about  the 
dough  but,  as  a  rule,  when  it  comes  to  pick- 
ing stories  or  casts  or  directors  they  know 
as  much  about  it  as  a  goat. 

"There  is  one  actor  who  came  out  from 
New  York  a  couple  of  years  ago  and  made 
a  hit.  And  he's  been  scrapping  with  his 
studio  conscientiously  and  religiously  ever 
since.  He  finally  went  back  to  New  York 
and  did  a  stage  play  that  he  had  picked  out 
and  about  which  he  had  everything  to  say. 
It  was  one  of  the  prize  flops  of  the  season! 
But  did  that  shut  him  up?  Hell,  no!  He's 
still  squawking  and  still  saying  he  won't  do 
this  or  that  picture  when  he  has  shown  how 
little  he  knows  of  story  values.  His  argu- 
ment is  that  he  is  not  interested  in  making 
successful  pictures — he  wants  to  make  'ar- 
tistic' pictures.  Does  he  think  producers 
are  in  business  to  gratify  his  personal  am- 
bitions ?  If  they  didn't  make  successful  pic- 
tures they  couldn't  pay  him  the  big  salary 
he  gets.  He  says  he  isn't  interested  in 
money  but  he  went  on  strike  for  more 


"Am  I  what  you'd  call  a  jealous  wife?"  cries  Myrna  Loy,  at  which  point  she 
proceeds  to  give  William  Powell  the  cold  shoulder.  Count  to  ten,  Bill,  before 
answering.   Better   still,   light  a   ciggy.   It's   a  scene  from   "Love  Crazy." 


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It  looks  like  love  between  Loretta 
Young  and  Robert  Preston  in  "The  Lady 
From  Cheyenne."  Like  this  new  team? 


dough  once  and  he  makes  guest  appear- 
ances on  the  radio  (at  a  big  salary)  every 
chance  he  gets.  I  often  wonder  if  he  thinks 
there  is  anything  artistic  about  the  skits  in 
which  he  appears  on  the  air?  He  has  the 
privilege  of  turning  those  down — but  he 
doesn't.  If  he  but  knew  it  he's  the  laughing 
j;   stock  of  Hollywood. 

"And  all  those  little  so-and-so's  in  the 
group  theaters  and  arty  summer  stocks ! 
They  gather  after  the  theater  at  night  and 
instead  of  discussing  their  business  and  try- 
ing to  learn  something,  they're  either  wav- 
ing a  flag  for  radicalism  or  tearing  down 
somebody  who,  by  dint  of  years  of  hard 
work,  has  finally  made  the  grade.  Suppose 
Lunt  &  Fontanne  or  Helen  Hayes  open  in 
a  new  play.  The  play  may  not  always  be 
perfect  but  their  performances  are,  and 
critics  who  have  spent  years  watching  ac- 
S  tors  and  who  can  spot  a  ham  a  mile  away, 
j  will  heap  superlatives  of  praise  on  them. 
But  these  little  upstarts  will  sit  there  as- 
suring each  other  that  those  artists  are 
really  nothing  but  a  bag  of  tricks !  And 
their  mouth-filling  phrases  !  'Free  love'  and 
'a  means  of  expression!'  Why  don't  they 
just  say  right  out  that  they  are  heartily  in 
favor  of  sex  and  let  it  go  at  that?  They're 
dirty  in  mind  as  well  as  body ! 

"And  what  right  have  this  mouse-trap 
society  crowd  out  here  in  Hollywood  to  be 
dabbling  in  politics?  I  know  a  few  women 
who  set  themselves  up  as  great  social  lead- 
ers. They  only  live  to  get  the  morning  paper 
and  see  if  they  have  been  mentioned  in 
somebody's  column.  They  give  charity 
benefits  and  all  that  sort  of  thing.  But  does 
the  fact  they  know  how  to  entertain  (since 
j  they  have  unlimited  means)  and  that  they 
do  a  lot  of  charity  work  necessarily  mean 
that  they  are  also  analysts  of  world  affairs 
and  qualified  to  tell  people  what  should  or 
should  not  be  done  ?  No !  If  they  spent  their 
time  delving  into  world  affairs,  like  Doro- 
.  thy  Thompson,  H.  R.  Knickerbocker, 
Pierre  Van  Paassen,  etc.,  then  I'd  listen  to 
them.  But  when  they  skim  lightly  over  a 
partisan  newspaper,  memorize  a  few  lines 
here  and  there  to  quote  and  then  try  to  pose 
as  profound,  I  just  think  they  are  making- 
spectacles  of  themselves  !" 

Suddenly  he  stopped  and  grinned.  "If 
you're  still  kicking  around  Hollywood  when 
I  kick  off — I  mean,  if  someone  hasn't  put 
you  out  of  the  way  before  then — there  is 
one  thing  you  can  do  for  me.  Have  carved 
on  my  tombstone :  'Here  lies  an  actor 
without  a  message !'  " 


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Letters  from  England 
To  Ida  Lupino  from  Her  Father 


Confirmed  from  page  26 


land  to  the  best  of  my  knowledge,  to 
build  a  shelter.  The  neighbors  laughed 
at  me  and  shook  their  heads — 'he's 
crackers,'  they  said.  But  many  of  us 
would  be  mince-meat  now  if  I  hadn't 
built  it.  Many  of  us  are,  in  spite  of  it. 
The  Heinkels  see  to  that.  The  shelter  is 
built  right  where  the  great  copper-beech 
in  the  center  of  the  garden  used  to  be, 
you  will  remember — 

("Yes,  Dad,  yes,  I  remember  and  I  'will 


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it  was  in  the  copper-beech 


that  my  sister  and  I  used  to  play  at  theater, 
in  the  branches  of  the  copper-beech  we 
played  the  'Swiss  Family  Robinson  and 
'Jane  Eyre'  with  me  as  a  very  apoplectic 
'Mr.  Rochester'  .  .  .  and  that  tree  was 
'Treasure  Island,'  too,  and  Ham  Peggotty's 
house  in  'David  Copperficld'  .  .  .  now  it  is 
blown  down;  blown  down  by  War  .  .  .  and 
most  of  my  childhood  is  blown  dozvn 
with  it  .  .  .") 

The  shelter  has  revolving  doors,  as  I 
wrote  you,  which  keep  on  revolving 
during  a  raid  so  that  complete  destruc- 
tion is  not  so  possible  and  much  of 
the  debris  is  whirled  awa^.  The  ceilings 
and  walls  are  of  thick  steel,  the  floor  is 
steel  and  concrete — well,  our  garden 
runs  into  the  Dairies,  as  you  know — they 
were  blown  up  the  other  day,  the  whole- 
works.  It  was  as  though  the  world  stood 
on  end.  All  of  the  men  were  killed, 
most  of  the  women.  And  all  of  the  good 
cows  and  their  little  calves.  Milking  was 
going  on  at  the  time.  You  remember, 
Ida,  how  you  used  to  love  to  go  there 
at  milking  time.  The  most  peaceful  time 
imaginable,  isn't  it,  milking  time,  with 
the  drowsy,  sweet-smelling  cows,  the  milk- 
men in  their  white  coats  and  scrubbed, 
gentled  hands,  the  milk  foaming  into 
the  bright,  scoured  tins — that  is  how 
it  was,  just  as  it  always  was  and  then, 


suddenly,  all  hell  broke  loose.  I  was  at 
the  end  of  our  garden  just  where  it  dips 
down  and  into  the  Dairy  meadows  and 
I  had  the  sensation  of  being  lifted  by 
bodiless,  powerful  hands  and  thrown 
high  into  the  air.  Which,  indeed,  I  was. 
And  knew  no  more  until  I  came  to, 
in  the  field  over  and  beyond  the  dairy. 
I  looked  down  at  my  arms  and  thought 
I  had  no  arms  left.  They  were  mashed 
and  flattened  as  thin  as  paper,  much 
like  the  old  Keystone  comedies  when  a 
steam-roller  would  pass  over  a  man  and 
leave  a  tissue-paper  doll  where  he  had 
been.  I  didn't  dare  to  take  a  second 
look.  An  armless  Venus  d:  Milo  might 
get  by,  I  thought,  but  an  armless  Stanley 
Lupino  would  be  a  poor  thing.  Imagine 
an  acrobat  without  arms! 

When  I  looked  in  other  directions,  it 
was  worse — all  I  could  see  was  smoke 
and  Things  and  bodies — strangely 
enough,  they  all  looked  rather  peaceful, 
though,  the  bodies  of  our  good  milk- 
men. I  had  the  thought  that  the  Ag- 
gressor was  cheated  of  what  he  wanted, 
the  suffering  of  his  English  victims — 
these  were  not  blown  to  bits  but  had 
gone  suddenly  to  sleep,  as  children  do. 
Even  the  animals  looked  at  peace. 

I  crawled  back  into  our  garden  to 
look  for  the  other  Air-Raid  Wardens. 
I  found  two  of  them.  I  got  them  to 
pour  hot  water  over  my  arms  and 
Scotch  into  me  and  then  we  went  out 
to  see  what  we  could  do  for  the  others — 
not  much,  so  few  "others."  If  Germany 
thinks  terror  is  the  thing  to  win  the 
war,  they  will  get  it  back,  double-fold. 
Soon,  now,  day  and  night,  hour  upon 
hour,  the  aeroplanes  of  England,  Can- 
ada, Australia,  South  Africa  and  the 
United  States  of  America  will  be  on 
their  way  to  Germany.  And  as  each 
month  passes  we  shall  pile  up  an  air 
offensive  that  will  make  the  considerable 


Mr.  Gloom  takes  a  vacation  when  such  nice  people  get  together.  You  know  'em,  but 
we'll  call  'em  off,  anyway.  Left  to  right:  Louis  Hayward,  James  Stephenson,  Gerald- 
ine  Fitzgerald,  Ida  Lupino  and  Irving  Rapper,  director  of  Warners'  "Shining  Victory." 


damage  the  R.A.F.  is  doing  now,  look 
like  peaceful  play. 

The  Germans  are  doing  their  worst 
right  now.  We  haven't  even  started. 
With  it  all,  I  am  grateful  for  one  thing 
— for  the  protection  the  United  States 
is  giving  my  little  family.  Goodbye, 
darling.  Dad. 

Dearest  Ida:  Thanks  for  the  post- 
cards .  .  . 

("This  letter  came  much  later.  I  was 
working  in  'High  Sierra'  at  the  time.  We 
were  on  Mt.  Whitney,  on  location,  on  top 
of  the  high  mountain.  I  sent  a  dozen  or 
more  post-cards  to  Dad,  pictures  of  the 
flowers  that  grow  there,  of  the  birds  and 
the  little,  tranquil  stream  .  /  showed  him 
all  the  peace  .  .  .") 

Thanks  for  the  post-cards.  What  a 
grand  and  wonderful  place  to  be.  I  wish 
I  were  there.  It  seemed  such  a  strange 
reversal  of  things — when  I  received 
them,  I  had  just  come  off  duty,  covered 
with  dust,  mud,  soot,  particles  of  glass 
in  my  hair — it  kept  driving  me  crackers, 
that  glass  in  my  hair — but  I  dare  not 
scratch  it  because  it  causes  the  head  to 
bleed.  I  found  the  post-cards  on  the 
mat,  so  I  took  them  into  the  kitchen, 
put  the  kettle  on  and  saved  them  to  read 
until  I  had  a  cup  of  tea.  I  sat  there 
and  looked  at  them  for  quite  awhile 
before  I  read  the  messages — and  got 
very  lost.  I  wanted  to  be  right  there, 
tuck  myself  into  one  of  those  huge 
mountains  and  go  to  sleep.  I  wish  there 
were  some  mountains  around  here.  I 
showed  them  to  my  mate  who  came  in 
looking  as  bad  as  I.  He  said  the  thing 
I  was  thinking,  "Oh,  Stanley,"  he  said, 
"wouldn't  it  be  nice  to  have  a  hole  in 
the  bottom  of  one  of  those  mountains 
for  a  shelter?" 

We  had  just  had  a  very,  very  bad 
raid.  Nine  houses  are  completely  de- 
molished on  our  block.  The  church  is 
blown  up  and  the  little  cinema  house 
just  down  the  road  is  no  more.  One 
wing  of  our  house  is  now  gone.  We 
have  just  taken  the  bodies  out  of  the 
post-office  which  was  also  blown  to  bits. 

You  remember  Miss  P  ?  How  she 

always  talked  about  taking  a  "long  vaca- 
tion" some  day,  how  she  wanted  to  go 
"far  away,  to  some  distant  land?"  Well, 
she  was  in  there  when  it  happened.  And 
now  she  is  getting  her  "long  vacation" 
and,  poor  darling,  I  hope  she  is  happy 
in  her  "distant  land." 

There  were  some  twenty  to  one  hun- 
dred and  fifty  of  us  Air-Raid  Wardens 
up  until  6.30  this  morning,  clearing  up 
and  searching  for  the  murdered.  That's 
what  they  are,  aren't  they,  the  mur- 
dered? I  have  to  cut  off  for  a  minute, 
have  to  go  and  look  for  a  delayed  action 
bomb.  If  we  do  not  locate  it,  if  it  goes 
off,  it  will  mean  the  deaths  of  fifteen 
mothers  who  are  expecting  their  babies 
in  the  one  wing  of  the  shattered  hos- 
pital still  left  standing. 

Back  from  looking  for  the  delayed 
action  bomb.  Found  it  and  put  it  out 
of  commission,  thus  bilking  Herr  Hitler 
of  the  blood  of  fifteen  mothers  and 
their  unborn,  or  just  born,  babes.  A  nice 
feeling.  A  good  morning's  work.  Soon 
I  must  go  out  again  and  perform  First 
Aid  for  those  who  need  it  after  the 
last  three-hour  raid.  They've  been  com- 
ing in  relays — almost  every  night,  now, 
we  have  fourteen-hour  duty.  You  see, 
so  many  of  the  Air-Raid  Wardens  have 
been  wounded  or  bowled  over,  we  have 
to  take  on  double  duty.  Do  you  know 
that  they  call  us  Air-Raid  Wardens  the 
"Good  Angels"  because  we  are  the  ones 
upon  whom  it  devolves  to  keep  up 
morale  during  the  raids — never  expected 


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your  old  Dad  to  get  billing  as  a  "Good 
Angel" — now,  did  you? 

Well,  I  was  just  parking  myself  in  a 
big  deck  chair  for  a  leisurely  reading 
of  your  post-cards  when  we  heard  the 
scream  of  the  bombs  again,  and  the 
thuds — "oh,  hell,"  I  said — so  out  I 
stumbled  and  promptly  fell  flat  on  my 
face  over  the  damn  garden  hose — funny 
how  little  things  get  you  where  big 
things  don't — that  stumble  broke  me  up 
as  no  raid  has  done — then  my  mate, 
Billy  Rose  and  I,  you  remember  Billy, 
in  the  road,  just  by  our  little  First  Aid 
Station,  we  heard  another  pack  of  Nazis 
coming  overhead.  I  felt  sure  that  this 
time  I  was  in  for  it.  I  went  down  flat 
on  my  face  and  huddled  into  a  pine 
tree — the  bomb  hit  the  earth  with  a 
terrific  impact  and  we  felt  the  whole 
garden  stand  up  on  end.  Again  (this 
is  getting  monotonous,  I  thought)  I  was 
lifted  into  the  air,  hurtled  into  a 
meadow  some  twenty-five  feet  away.  The 
bomb  dropped  on  open  ground,  making 
a  crater  some  80  feet  across.  Then  more 
and  more  came  down.  I  shouted  to  Billy, 
through  the  wet  grass  in  which  we  lay, 
"I  hope  to  God  they  keep  dropping 
them  in  the  same  place" — meaning,  of 
course,  that  I  hoped  they  would  con- 
tinue to  drop  them  in  the  crater  already 
made.  But  unfortunately,  they  did  noth- 
ing of  the  sort.  They  dropped  them 
helter-skelter  (their  aim  is  always  atro- 
cious) far  and  near — then  came  the 
shrill  cry  of  the  Wardens'  Distress  Sig- 
nals, from  all  directions,  making  us 
realize  that  this  was  no  local  matter 
but  a  blitzkrieg  of  bombings — from  then 
on  it  was  a  case  of  sweat  and  dust  and 
blood,  of  the  dead  and  the  dying  and 
the  living,  in  a  gigantic  snarl — we  have 
not  seen  our  beds  or  bathed  or  shaved 
for  four  nights — so,  darling,  when  at  last 


It  would  take 
hours  to  record 
the  generous 
contributions 
Hollywood 
spends  on  sweet 
charity.  Here  you 
see,  gathered  for 
the  Greek  War 
Benefit  Broad- 
cast,  such  stars 
as,  left  to  right, 
top,  Frank  Mor- 
gan, Bill  Morrow 
(Jack  Benny's 
writer)  and 
Charles  Laugh- 
ton.  Lower,  Sam- 
uel Goldwyn, 
Clark  Gable, 
Carole  Lombard, 
Myrna  Loy  and 
Tyrone  Power. 

NBC  photo 


the  All  Clear  sounded  and  I  clump- 
clumped  up  the  old  road  in  these  bloom- 
ing, great  sea-boots  we  wear,  I  felt  like 
doing  the  strongest  string  of  curses  you 
ever  heard. 

I  sat  on  the  door-step  for  a  minute 
and  to  find  my  door-key  and  there  were 
your  post-cards  still  awaiting  me — those 
pictures  of  the  lovely,  old  peaceful 
mountains  and  canyons — it  was  like 
having  a  mind-bath.  Here  was  a  place 
safet  sleeping  and  hidden  away  from 
hell,  death  and  disaster — it  swung  back 
the  old  clock  again,  to  when  London 
was  a  mass  of  gay  lights,  theaters  open 
and — 

("  .  .  .  but  he  has  a  theater  open,  even 
now  .  .  .  his  is  the  only  show  going  in 


London,  when  I  last  heard  .  .  .  his  Christ- 
mas Pantomime  .  .  .  he  'wrote  my  mother 
that  it  was  'a  little  late  for  a  Christmas 
pantomime'  but  that,  in  these  days,  'it  is 
never  too  late  for  Christmas  ...  if  is 
good.'  he  said,  'because  it  takes  the  chil- 
dren's minds  off  things  children's  minds 
should  }ievcr  touch — '") 

— when  the  air-raid  warnings  come,  we 
step  up  the  show,  we  sing  more  loudly, 
we  dance  more  violently,  the  orchestra 
plays  more  loudly.  And  we  have  often 
been  gratified  to  see  that  the  children 
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SCREENLAND 


S3 


"Kisses  for  Breakfast"  is  the  name  of  Den- 
nis Morgan's  and  Jane  Wyatt's  new  picture, 
but  it  seems  like  sound,  every-day  advice. 

Matthews  and  Sonny  Hale,  too,  if  pos- 
sible, right  in  the  heart  of  London.  I 
have  been  advised  against  it  but  if  we 
can  get  a  company  together,  think  we 
shall  do  it. 

("He'll  do  it  .  .  .  If  it  is  humanly,  or 
super  humanly  possible  to  do  it  .  .  .  eight 
generations  of  Lupinos  .  .  .  that  didn't 
mean  very  much  to  me  before  .  .  .  now, 
somehow,  it  does  .  .  .  eight  generations 
of  us  and  the  Show  has  ahvays  gone  on 
.  .  .  and  continues  to  go  on  .  .  .  and  tvill 
continue  to  go  on  .  .  .") 

— theaters  open,  and  I  would  get  into 
my  nice,  cosy  car  and  go  to  the  theater, 
would  see  my  name  blazing  out  at  me, 
"Stanley  Lupino  in  'So  This  Is  Love.'  " 
Jessie  Matthews  and  Stanley  Lupino  in 
"Hold  My  Hand" — the  names  of  many 
great  stars  blazing  out  at  me — would 
walk  into  the  cosy,  old  dressing  room, 
make  up,  go  out  there,  then,  after  the 
show,  to  a  little,  old  cafe  in  Soho  to 
have  supper  and  meet  all  the  gang — 
swung  me  back  across  the  sea  to  New 
York,  too,  to  the  days  when  I  played 
"Ricquette"  there,  with  Mitzi  Hajos, 
"Nightingale"  with  dear  Peggy  Wood — 
when  Ziegfeld,  dying,  called  me  and 
asked  me  if  I  would  be  his  new  co- 
median, and  I  said  I  would,  and  never 
did,  because  he  died  too  soon.  I  closed 
my  eyes  and  saw  it  all  again,  days  of 
peace,  days  of  plenty,  like  a  mirage, 
Ida,  in  days  like  these — and  then  in 
came  my  mate  and  I  just  pushed  a  cup 
of  tea  over  to  him,  and  the  post-cards, 
and  he  said,  again,  what  he  had  said 
before — and  then,  and  only  then,  did  I 
realize  what  had  been  done  to  our 
house. 

Our  house  is  gone,  Ida.  I  wish  I 
could  break  this  to  you  more  gently. 
I  don't  know  how  to  speak  gently  of 
such  ungentle  things,  I  am  afraid.  The 
house  is  gone,  nothing  left  standing, 
except — except  my  shrine  of  the  Life  of 
Christ.  The  only  thing  left  standing  in 
the  whole  house  is  the  figure  of  the 
Christ  on  the  cross  to  which  he  is  nailed 
— that  and,  in  your  little  room,  the 
sketch  I  made  of  you  when  you  were 
fifteen — that,  too,  remains  intact,  flut- 
tering like  a  gay,  little  pennant  from 
the  one  remaining  upright.  I  must  con- 
fess I  sat  down  and,  for  the  first  time 


in  ten  years,  shed  a  lot  of  tears.  Then 
I  said,  "Oh,  to  hell  with  it,"  made  my- 
■  self  another  cup  of  tea,  shared  it  with 
my  Pekingese — and  by  the  way,  I  and 
three  of  my  Warden  pals  have  been  sent 
the  Recommendation  for  Bravery.  By 
the  Government,  you  know.  I  thought 
you  might  like  to  know.  Very  decent 
of  them. 

("Our  house  is  gone — but  that  is  the 
house  we  were  brought  up  in,  as  children 
— and  Dad's  little  Shrine,  in  his  den,  his 
hobby,  that  shrine,  his  dearest  possession, 
years  went  into  collecting  that  shrine, 
which  depicts  the  whole  Life  of  Christ. 
I  used  to  help  him  with  the  shrine — / 
would  go  out  and  pick  little  evergreen 
bushes  and  plant  them  and  bring  water 
for  the  miniature  lake,  which  represented 
the  Sea  of  Galilee.  We  zvcre  like  con- 
spirators, the  two  of  us,  always  dashing 
off  to  buy  little  things  for  the  shrine  to- 
gether— once,  I  remember,  a  party  was 
being  given  for  us  in  London — zve  had 
pictures  opening  that  night,  side  by  side, 
in  adjoining  theaters;  my  'High  Finance,' 
his  'Love  Lies' — the  producers  were  giv- 
ing the  party  for  the  Press  and  we  were, 
of  course,  the  honor  guests.  That  after- 
noon Dad  came  home,  said,  'Let's  jump 
in  the  car,  Ida,  and  drive  down  Brighton 
way.  I  think  I  know  where  we  can  find 
a  charming  old  bit  of  an  Apostle's  figure 
for  the  shrine' — we  forgot  to  come  back, 
we  never  showed  up  at  our  party — what 
my  mother  said  to  us! — we  were  so  ab- 
sent-minded— poor,  little  Dad  who  dare 
not  be  absent-minded  now!) 

There  are  no  theaters  in  London  any 
more,  they  are  all  dark  excepting  for 
the  —  where  my  pantomime  is  playing. 
We  play  the  pantomime  in  the  day  time, 
of  course,  because  we  are  on  duty  all 
the  nights.  London  is  just  a  City  of 
the  Dead  now,  from  end  to  end,  except 
for  an  occasional  shadow  that  comes 
out  of  the  darkness,  always  a  Warden 
on  patrol.  We  all  look  alike  now,  us 
Air-Raid  Wardens,  like  a  band  of  little, 
tin-hatted  Charlie  Chaplins. 

("I  can  picture  him  looking  like  that, 
exactly — he  is  the  same  height  as  Chaplin 
— his  uniforms  are  all  too  big  for  him, 
he  wrote  us,  his  hats  are  all  too  small, 
his  tin  hat  stuck  to  his  head,  he  said,  and 
he  has  to  sleep  in  it  now.  I  get  aivfully  sad, 
I  get  sad  in  this  way:  not  sad  because  he 
has  to  do  it,  because  everyone  is  doing  it  and 
I  am  proud  of  him  that  he  is  doing  it 
so  well;  but  he  is  not  a  very  well,  little 
man,  never  has  been  able  to  stand  up  to 
anything  that  required  physical  stamina 
and  I  know  it  isn't  his  health  that's  keep- 
ing him  up,  it's  his  pluck,  it's  his  spirit, 
which  is  a  living  spark  struck  off  from 
the  zvhole,  great  spirit  of  England.  Super- 
human beings,  they  are,  giving  the  greatest 
show  of  courage  the  w'orld  has  ever  seen 
— he  wouldn't  want  to  be  out  of  that 
show,  not  a  trouper,  like  my  Dad  .  .  .") 

The  only  thing  that  is  making  Eng- 
land nervous  is  that  Hitler  has  NOT 
invaded  England.  We  want  him  to  in- 
vade. We  are  ready  for  him,  more  than 
ready  for  him.  There  are  4,000,000  men 
on  the  coast  lines  alone,  watching,  wait- 
ing. WE  ARE  PREPARED.  We  expect 
him  to  use  every  diabolical  weapon  of 
modern  warfare,  gas,  everything.  We 
are  not  afraid  and  cannot  be  surprised. 
We  have  a  few  little,  dainty  devices  of 
our  own.  [Here  are  some  lines  cut  hy 
the  censor.]  Now  it's  like  a  first-act 
curtain  that  is  20  minutes  delayed.  A 
hot  anger  that  he  has  not  come  is  what 
we  feel — Frenchmen,  all  de  Gaulle's 
forces,  Belgians,  Dutch,  all  of  us  wait- 
ing, side  by  side,  just  waiting,  WAITING. 


And  now,  Ida  dear  [concludes  his  last 
letter],  I  come  to  you.  Of  course  you 
know  I  love  you  very  dearly.  Be  cheer- 
ful and  contented  in  whatever  work  or 
tiny  hour  of  laughter  you  can  get;  hold 
on  to  your  lovely,  sunny  land  over  there, 
and  to  those  you  love — these  great  gifts 
can  only  be  truly  known  for  their  worth 
when  you  can  no  longer  possess  them. 
Give  every  lighted  lamp  in  the  street 
a  friendly  nod;  every  offer  of  work,  a 
thankful  consideration;  every  peaceful 
night's  rest,  a  morning  prayer  and  every 
kiss  and  caress  from  your  loved  ones, 
let  them  be  a  whole  lifetime — these  are 
words  that  come  from  my  heart  written, 
as  they  are,  in  a  dirty  coal  cellar  which 
I  have  come  to  love,  by  the  light  of 
an  oil  lamp  which  is  now  my  friend. 

These  are  grim  and  fearful  days,  Ida, 
but  somehow  my  little  altar  in  the  den 
seems  to  tell  me  that  I  shall  yet  drink 
a  toast  with  you  all  once  again — and 
I  think  it  would  be  in  silence,  for  words 
would  be  just  a  silly,  imperfect  sound. 
I've  only  one  thing  left  to  say,  darling — 
don't  worry  about  me.  I  am  sure  I  shall 
live  through  this.  The  fact  that  my 
little  figure  of  Christ  survived,  un- 
touched, seems  to  promise  what  it  has 
always  promised — continuing  life.  And 
remember  this — actors  never  die,  they 
only  fade  away.  Cheer  up,  over  there — 
and  God  bless.  Dad. 

("  'Cheer  up  over  there,'  he  says — he 
tells  US  to  cheer  up  over  here!  THAT'S 
what  I  mean,  that's  IT,  that's  why  they 
are  undefeated,  why  they  will  forever  be 
undefeated.  That's  iL'hy  there  will  always 
be  an  England — they  take  time  out,  they 
do,  to  tell  us  to  cheer  up!  Every  letter 
that  comes,  of  course,  makes  it  H'orse  .  .  . 
you  read  a  letter  and  yon  say,  'Yes,  but 
NOJV  what?  NOW  where  is  he?  NOW 
how  is  it  with  him?'  But  that's  all  you 
say.  And  you  say  that  to  yourself.  I  feel, 
you  see,  that  I  mustn't  carry  on  like  a 
ham  about  it,  mustn't  bemoan  my  father's 
fate,  whatever  it  may  be,  because — HE 
DOESN'T!") 

There  was  a  silence  in  the  dim,  firelit 
room  as  Ida  slipped  the  last  letter  into 
its  envelope,  gashed  with  the  censor's 
tape — then  she  said,  "another  cup  of 
tea?" 


Some  more  "Kisses  for  Breakfast."  How 
long  must  we  wait  for  the  real  thing,  kissing 
bugs?  The  above  isn't  even  an  imitation. 


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T.  D.  H.  Cesar  Romero  with  Mary  Beth  Hughes 
!n  "Ride  On,  Vaquerro!"  Any  objections  if 
we    gaze    awhile    before   turning   the  page? 


Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 


Continued  from  page  15 


lower  level  has  a  fireplace  with  a  jade 
green  mantel  above  the  bricked  hearth,  and 
numerous  dark  brown  chromium-outlined 
couches  and  chairs  relieved  with  tiger- 
striped  cushions. 

Pat's  own  suite  opens  off  the  living  room 
and  consists  of  bedroom,  bath  and  studio, 
the  latter  at  the  extreme  end,  where  three 
sides  are  of  glass.  The  studio  has  her 
sketching  things,  her  books  on  painting,  her 
easel — just  now  occupied  by  a  Renoir — her 
fencing  foils,  posters  from  Mexico  and  one 
of  two  friends  in  Spanish  costume  dancing. 
There  are  two  figurines  sent  her  from 
Mexico,  each  filled  with  cigars.  "Not  that 
I  smoke  cigars,"  laughed  Pat,  "but  aren't 
they  adorable?" 

Something  concocted  of  feathers  and 
roses  and  net  that  passes  for  a  hat  lay  on 
a  stand  and  Pat  tried  it  on.  "It's  a  John- 
Frederics  creation,"  she  explained,  "I  won 
it  last  night  at  the  Mocambo.  You  know 
they  have  sweepstakes  one  night  a  week 
and  I  had  a  lucky  number  or  something. 
Somebody  told  me  the  hat  makes  me  look 
like  a  spider,  but  I  love  it!" 

Pat  studies  painting,  whenever  she  can 
crowd  in  the  lessons ;  she  takes  singing- 
lessons,  too ;  she  thinks,  regretfully,  that 
it's  too  bad  she  doesn't  go  on  with  her 
fencing.  She  could,  too,  if  they'd  put  in  an 
extra  hour  in  the  twenty-four. 

The  bedroom  is  done  in  palest  peach,  ex- 
cept for  a  blue  rug  and  touches  of  blue  in 
a  lamp  trim,  a  picture  frame  or  a  book 
cover.  She  loves  contrast — and  likes  to  set 
her  200-year-old  "figure  of  St.  Francis  be- 
side the  luxuriously  wide,  peach-covered 
bed.  The  second  level  is  devoted  to  bed- 
rooms and  baths  for  the  family. 

Opening  on  the  upper  patio  is  the  dining- 
room,  mostly  walled  in  windows  or  mirrors, 
the  brief  slits  of  green  linen  between  hung 
with  Chinese  prints.  The  table  is  modern- 
istic and  so  are  the  chairs,  their  seats  alter- 
nating in  brown,  yellow  and  green  leather. 

For  the  luncheon  today  Pat  had  brought 
out  her  cherished  Doulton  figures,  old 
women  carrying  baskets  of  fruit  or  laden 
with  grapes,  and  a  tiny  Chinese  flower  bowl 
of  crystal  and  ebony;  also  her  cigarette 
box  of  Mexican  jade. 


I  wish  my  UoMa 

SF„  *ho>  «*  1  *■      ,„„  seli„»sly. 

Well,  don't  tate  It  too  outgrow  « • 

make  P  „U  tell  me  things! 

that  Kotex  sanitary      V  ^ 
rurally  less  apt  to  I  ^  feel  elf- 

Tell  her,  too   that  she  ^  baS  flat 

conscious  with  Kotex   B«*  n 
pressed  ends  that  ^  ^  ^  sheH 

away  ^  secre  •  Be  a 
confide  in  you  J 

,      •  U  my  potter  would 

..,  Ki*  «  "W<1  '  re   ,onn6  lady  ■  ■  ■ 

Yonve  got  t Tl  «lk  np  short* 

^nt  to  be  pond  of ^  ^  ffi^« 

J  .A  umn  with.  ^u       rL    ,  "qVis    will  d° 

rts,  to  Degi"  st^r.v.c'   and  an» 

fittina  Toom    ooris    *  ^  aress 

to  match!  ^Winff  questions/" 

-I^-v-^-^^V  -nt 
Mayhe  that's  your  fauh    ^    or  dan  ng 
w  criticism  about  slang,  avf&y  {rom 

Wthlame  mother,  ...SUGh  as  tening 

1  t  the  new  safety-shield  m  ^  Jumor, 
that  the  confidence.  g-ze 


,    ricrVlt  Size 

absorbencY  •  •  ve  give  you  a  r 

Regular  and  bupe 
for  each  day's  needs. 


Be  consent . . .  ^  fcote** 


SCREENLAND 


S5 


New  under- 


arm 


Cream  Deodorant 

safely 

Stops  Perspiration 


1.  Does  not  harm  dresses  —  does  not 
irritate  skin. 

2.  No  waiting  to  dry.  Can  be  used 
right  after  shaving. 

3.  Instantly  checks  perspiration  for  1 
to  3  days.  Removes  odor  from 
perspiration. 

4.  A  pure,  white,  greaseless,  stainless 
vanishing  cream. 

5.  Arrid  has  been  awarded  the 
Approval  Seal  of  the  American 
Institute  of  Laundering  for  being 
harmless  to  fabric. 


Women  use  more 
Arrid  than  any 
other  deodorant. 


ARRID 


39*  a 


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SONG  POEMS  WANTED 

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WAKE  UP  YOUR 
LIVER  BILE  - 

Without  Calomel — And  You'll  Jump  Out 
of  Bed  in  the  Morning  Rarin'  to  Go 

The  liver  should  pour  2  pints  of  bile  juice  into 
your  bowels  every  day.  If  this  bile  is  not  flowing 
freely,  your  food  may  not  digest.  It  may  just  de- 
cay in  the  bowels.  Then  gas  bloats  up  your  stom- 
ach. You  get  constipated.  You  feel  sour,  sunk  and 
the  world  looks  punk. 

It  takes  those  good,  old  Carter's  Little  Liver 
Pills  to  get  these  2  pints  of  bile  flowing  freely  to 
make  you  feel  "up  and  up."  Get  a  package  today. 
Take  as  directed.  Amazing  in  making  bile  flow  free- 
ly. Ask  for  Carter's  Little  Liver  Pills.  lOtf  and  25^. 


The  bride  came 
with  her  groom. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ar- 
thur Farnsworth, 
left,  attended  the 
gala  Warner 
Club  dinner 
dance  given  an- 
nually at  the 
Biltmore  Hotel. 
The  bride?  Bette 
Davis,  actress. 


"I  believe  my  cousins  think  I'm  more 
interested  in  how  I  decorate  a  table  than 
in  what  I  serve,"  she  smiled.  "But  only  the 
starving  Hollywood  dieters  understand.  I 
suppose  we  get  too  food-conscious  and  he- 
gin  to  look  on  any  dish  as  so  many  calories 
too  much." 

The  menu  today  was  fruit  cup,  molded 
vegetable  salad,  wheaten  biscuits  (or  Sally 
Lunns)  jam  tartlets  and  tea. 

"We  make  fruit  cup  with  Pepsi-Cola," 
volunteered  Pat,  "it's  a  little  early  in  the 
season  for  the  prettiest  cup,  but  I  love  to 
serve  iced  melon  balls — watermelon,  honey- 
dew  and  Persian  with  a  sprig  of  mint  on 
top — with  Pepsi-Cola  poured  over  them. 
You  can  use  any  sort  of  fruit  in  the  same 
way,  but  that's  the  most  attractive.  And  is 
it  good?" 

The  jam  tartlets  and  Sally  Lunns  are 
cherished  recipes  of  the  Morison  family 
which  Screen  land  readers  may  enjoy. 

JAM  TARTLETS 
Cut  the  unbaked  pastry  into  small 
circles  and  place  each  little  circle  of 
pastry  over  muffin  pan  openings ;  lift 
the  edges  of  the  pastry  and  allow  to 
sink  into  position,  then  carefully  and 
lightly  press  into  position  with  fingers, 
being  careful  to  close  any  cracks  in 
pastry  by  pressing  the  pastry  together. 
Fill  with  jam;  turn  oven  heat  regu- 
lator to  450  degrees.  Bake  until  edges 
of  pastry  are  a  rich  golden  color. 
When  cold,  lift  out  by  carefully  pass- 
ing a  small  knife  around  the  edges  and 
drawing  it  up  as  you  cut  around. 

SALLY  LUNN 
lT/2  cups  Swansdown  flour 
3  teaspoons  Royal  baking  powder 
Y\  teaspoon  salt 
3  tablespoons  sugar 

2  Pffcrc 


3  tablespoons  melted  butter  or  Crisco 
54  cup  milk 

Into  a  bowl  sift  the  flour,  baking 
powder,  sugar  and  salt ;  stir  to  mix 
thoroughly.  Separate  the  eggs  and  beat 
the  yolks  until  thick  and  lemon  colored. 
Mix  milk  with  beaten  yolks  and  then 
pour  into  flour  mixture.  Add  melted 
butter  and  mix  thoroughly.  Now  beat 
the  egg  whites  until  stiff.  Empty  the 
beaten  egg  onto  the  batter  and  cut  and 
fold  it  in  until  the  egg  white  disap- 
pears into  the  batter. 

Pour  the  mixture  into  a  greased 
round  layer  cake  pan.  Turn  oven  to 
425  degrees.  When  hot,  place  pan  near 
center  of  oven  and  bake  about  25  min- 
utes. To  test  if  baked,  press  lightly  on 
top  of  cake  with  flat  of  finger ;  if  the 
slight  dent  made  springs  back,  the  cake 
is  finished  baking.  To  serve  slit  through 
the  center  and  toast  cut  sides,  butter 
and  serve  hot. 

"Scotch  Scones  are  also  favored  in  this 
house,  but  more  especially  for  tea,"  said 
Pat.  "We're  a  great  family  for  tea.  But 
now  I'm  so  food-conscious  I  seldom  in- 
dulge." 

SCOTCH  SCONES 
2  cups  Swansdown  flour 

4  teaspoons  Royal  baking  powder 
y2  teaspoon  salt 

2  tablespoons  sugar 

1  cup  milk  (sweet  or  sour) 

Sift  the  flour,  baking  powder,  salt 
and  sugar  and  stir  the  ingredients  with 
a  knife.  Add  the  milk  and  mix  all 
together  with  the  knife.  This  makes  a 
rather  wet  dough.  Sift  plenty  of  flour 
onto  pastry  board  and  use  the  knife  to 
scrape  the  dough  out  of  the  bowl  onto 
the  center  of  the  floured  patch.  Sift 


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SCREENLAND 


flour  over  the  dough  and  roll  the  dough 
lightly  to  about  J/-inch  thickness.  Cut 
into  shapes  and  bake  in  a  350  degree 
oven  for  about  35  minutes. 

The  molded  vegetable  salad  is  a  recent 
discovery  of  Pat's,  both  different  and 
delicious. 

MOLDED  VEGETABLE  SALAD 
ll/2  tablespoons  Knox  gelatin  dissolved 

in  %  cup  water 
J4  cup  boiling  water 
1  bottle  Pepsi-Cola 
1  tablespoon  lime  juice 
Y>  cup  diced  celery 
Yz  cup  shredded  pineapple  (Dole) 
34  cup  shredded  cabbage 
14  shredded  carrots 

Dissolve  gelatin  in  cold  water,  add 
the  boiling  water,  lime  and  Pepsi-Cola. 
Mix  celery,  pineapple,  cabbage  and  car- 
rots and  add  to  thickened  gelatin.  Pour 
into  mold.  Chill  and  serve  on  lettuce. 

"This  dining  room  is  too  small  for 
formal  dinners  or  for  big  parties,  so  we 
usually  entertain  informally.  We  have  buf- 
fet suppers  or  simple  luncheons  like  this 
one.  If  the  guests  feel  like  it,  we  roll  up 
the  rugs  and  dance  or  play  records  and 
listen,  or  perhaps  someone  sings  or  plays 
or  everyone  talks.  We  have  great  discus- 
sions, sometimes  quite  heated,  going  on,  but 
I  listen  and  let  them  talk.  If  it's  a  luncheon, 
we  sit  outside  and  knit  or  sew  for  the  war 
relief,  or  run  down  to  the  courts  and  play 
badminton. 

"I'm  mad  about  Spanish  or  Mexican 
music,  so  I  always  enjoy  playing  new 
records.  Portugal  isn't  Spain  by  any  means, 
but  it's  close  enough  so  that  I  felt  right 
somehow  doing  my  latest  picture,  'One 
Night  in  Lisbon.'  You  know  the  Snanish 
invaders  landed  in  Ireland  a  few  centuries 


ago  and  girls  being  girls  the  colleens  mar- 
ried some  of  them.  Which  I  like  to  think 
accounts  for  Irish  girls  having  black  hair 
and  blue  eyes,  myself  among  them." 

Another  luncheon  menu  favored  by  Pat 
is  this : 

Tomato  Bouillon 
Sandwiches 
Sherbet 
Tea 

It's  not  plain  sherbet  but  a  tangy  con- 
coction made  like  this  : 

PINEAPPLE  SHERBET  MADE 
WITH  PEPSI-COLA 

1  bottle  Pepsi-Cola 

2  cups  shredded  pineapple  (Dole) 
1  cup  water 

1  cup  sugar 

1  tablespoon  Knox  gelatin  in  34  cup 

water 

2  tablespoons  lemon  juice 

Boil  sugar  and  water  five  minutes, 
add  dissolved  gelatin  and  other  ingre- 
dients.  Cool  and  pour  into  freezing 

tray.  - 

The  sandwiches  are  mostly  open-faced 
ones  of  cheese  (Blue  Moon),  Heinz  pea- 
nut butter,  egg,  etc.  Pat  recommends  a  spe- 
cial cheese  kind  made  of  sharp  cheese 
(Kraft),  shredded,  mixed  with  a  teaspoon- 
ful  of  Worcestershire  sauce,  butter,  -minced 
olives  or  chives.  Cut  your  bread  in  circles 
or  diamonds  and  spread ;  then  toast  lightly 
just  before  serving. 

"You  can  use  raisin  bread  spread  with 
cream  cheese  and  decorated  with  a  nut  in 
the  center.  Pimento  cheese  on  white  bread 
with  a  slice  of  stuffed  olive  is  pretty,  and 
peanut  butter  mixed  with  honey  and  deco- 
rated with  a  bit  of  green  pepper  is  good." 


Your  Guide  at  a  Glance  to  Best  Pictures 

Continued  from  pages  52-53 


"I  WANTED  WINGS" 
commander  is  no  stuffed-shirt 
but  a  real  guy,  a  grand  per- 
formance. Wayne  Morris,  who 
seems  to  be  growing  steadily 
but  surely  into  Andy  Devine's 
big  shoes,  provides  more  or 
less  comic  relief.  Constance 
Moore  is  a  pleasant  heroine — 
but  Veronica  Lake,  much- 
publicized  newcomer,  is  the 
old-time  screen  siren  for  all 
her  breathtaking  streamlined 
curves. 

"STRAWBERRY  BLONDE" 
long  time.  Rita  Hayworth  is  a 
handsome  Strawberry  Blonde, 
Jack  Carson  and  Alan  Hale 
are  excellent — but  it  is  Olivia  . 
de  Havilland,  in  her  best  role 
since  Melanie,  that  of  a 
serious-minded  but  very  sweet 
nurse,  who  will  make  the  most 
ingratiating  impression  on  you 
audiences.  Wait  until  you  see 
that  wink  of  hers — naughty  but 
nice. 

"ROAD  TO  ZANZIBAR" 
ond  fiddle — although  the  Bing 
seems  to  be  working  twice  as 
hard  when  he's  with  Bob — he 


has  to,  to  get  himself  noticed. 
The  Crosby  croon  and  the 
Lamour  coo  make  several 
songs  endurable  even  though 
they  break  up  Mr.  Hope's 
priceless  routine.  Nice  to  see 
Una  Merkel  again,  too. 

"TOBACCO  ROAD" 
orable  if  shocking  screen  por- 
trait. Gene  Tierney  as  Ellie 
May  makes  her  few  scenes 
count.  Elizabeth  Patterson  as 
Ma,  Ward  Bond  as  Lov,  Mar- 
jorie  Rambeau  as  Sister  Bessie, 
and  William  Tracy  as  Dude 
are  all  excellent. 

"NICE  GIRL?" 
Gillis     and     Anne  Gwynne, 
charm  as  her  younger  sisters. 

"THAT  NIGHT  IN  RIO" 
about  "Alexander  Graham 
Bell."  Al  ice  Faye  is  overshad- 
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tempestuous  Carmen  Miran- 
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"Take  that,  you  cad!  And  that!"  thunders  Melvyn  Douglas'  fist.  Burgess  Meredith 
winces  at  the  one-two  as  Merle  Oberon  looks  on  the  near-lethal  scene  with  horror. 
It's  "That  Uncertain  Feeling"  which  causes  the  painful  misunderstanding — B.  M.'s  pain. 


Hollywood's  Gayest  Bachelors! 

Continued  from  page  29 


For  a  third  time  there  was  an  impasse. 
And  for  the  third  time  Meredith  had  an  in- 
spiration :  there  would  be  a  second  annex — 
anything-  so  as  not  to  break  the  spell.  They 
set  out  in  separate  motorcars  to  scour  the 
town.  And  met  each  other,  amazingly 
enough,  just  as  they  climbed  out  of  their 
automobiles  in  front  of  the  house  vacated 
by  the  Morrises  short  moons  ago. 

"This  is  just  what  we  need,"  Tone  said, 
as  he  climbed  out.  "It  looks  like  a  perfect 
second  annex,"  Meredith  said.  They  called 
up  the  agent  and  signed  the  lease  that  very 
day. 

"There's  going  to  be  a  servant  problem," 
Tone  remarked  as  they  headed  back  in 
Meredith's  motor  to  tell  Jimmy  all  about  it. 
"Just  leave  that  end  of  it  to  me,"  Meredith 
said. 

When  Wood  and  Evelyn  arrived  six  days 
later  in  the  Meredith  "town  car,"  a  gone- 
to-seed  limousine  which  had  been  drydocked 
at  Meredith's  country  place  in  Nyack,  New 
York,  they  stood  there  and  blinked.  Wood 
pulled  out  the  telegram  and  looked  at  it 
again.  The  address  checked  all  right.  Yet 
somewhere,  somehow,  he  felt,  a  grim  mis- 
take had  been  perpetrated.  The  house  was 
of  Bermudian  architecture  and  painted  a 
chaste  white  with  clay  green  shutters. 
Huge  acres  of  fabulously-landscaped 
grounds  girded  the  manse.  "Genteel,  that's 
what  it  is,"  Wood  remarked  suspiciously. 
"I  don't  understand  this  at  all.  It  isn't  like 
the  master." 

"You  might  ring  the  bell,"  Evelyn  sug- 
gested. He  finally  did — very  much  against 


his  will.  It  was  Meredith  himself  who  an- 
swered the  ring,  caparisoned  in  a  checkered 
apron  and  clutching  an  egg  beater.  "You're 
just  in  time,  Wood,"  he  said.  "I  was  trying 
to  whip  up  a  little  something  for  dinner." 

"Pandemonium,"  as  a  second  wag  has 
renamed  the  place,  is  a  lordly  chateau 
perched  on  a  little  green  hill  in  Brentwood 
Heights.  The  Nelson  Eddys  occupy  the 
adjoining  house.  Anna  Sten  lives  at  the 
foot  of  the  miniature  mountain.  Hard  by 
dwell  the  Allan  Joneses.  Ditto  the  Frank 
Capras. 

It  was  Bubbles  Morris  who  had  found 
the  place.  She  was  fascinated  by  the  fan- 
tastic flora  that  covered  the  eight  and  one- 
half  acres.  Too,  she  was  impressed  by  the 
agents'  claim  that  the  house  was  bombproof 
and  earthquake-proof.  That  is  how  it  is 
during  the  springtime  of  young  love.  Any- 
how the  Morrises  took  over  prepared  to 
stay  an  eon  or  two.  Bubbles  went  to  work 
immediately.  There  were  a  few  little 
changes  to  be  made.  The  chaste  white  ex- 
terior, that  is  all  Bubbles'  doing.  And  the 
blinds,  too.  But  her  true  creative  spirit  is 
expressed  inside.  Unforgettably,  one  might 
say. 

That  first  cocktail  party  which  the 
boys  tossed  was  out-of-this-world.  There 
was  Wood,  the  major  domo,  at  the  door 
to  receive  the  callers  in  the  best  P.  G. 
Wodehouse  tradition.  Then  the  guests 
stepped  into  the  living  room.  It  might  have 
been  a  sketch  out  of  Dali's  notebook,  a  sur- 
realistic masterpiece,  this  living  room.  The 
walls  were  a  pale  blue  set  off  by  a  gray 


carpet.  Two  disconsolate  love  seats  done  in 
yellow  leather  hugged  the  fireplace,  over 
which  a  mural  by  Lee  Blair  (a  South 
American  cockfight  framed  in  blue  mirror) 
looked  down  upon  the  motley  guests.  And, 
of  course,  there  were  the  two  hosts,  Mere- 
dith gay  and  debonair  and  Tone  suave  and 
debonair,  dashing  about  quaffing  the  health 
of  the  various  ladies  and  gentlemen  present. 

"Quite  a  place,"  a  Hollywood  columnist 
confided  to  Wood,  as  he  ducked  out. 

"In  a  strictly  remote  sense,  one  might 
say,  sir,"  Wood  rejoined. 

Strictly  remote  is  right.  Take  the  sleep- 
ing quarters  now  occupied  by  Burgess 
Meredith.  Once  the  guest  room,  it  is  a 
monument  to  the  decorator's  art.  The  walls 
are  done  in  red  and  white  calculated  to  woo 
sleep.  The  floor  is  covered  with  a  sea  green 
carpet.  A  white  chintz  coverlet  with  red 
ruffles  covers  the  bed.  The  door  handles  are 
red  to  go  with  the  general  color  scheme. 
There  are  flaming  draperies.  The  red  and 
white  motif  is  done  in  a  raspberry  pattern 
which  intrigued  Meredith  from  the  start. 
"For  an  actor  it's  a  perfect  backdrop,"  he 
said  to  Tone,  "and  I  claim  it." 

The  Meredith  bedroom  is  nude  compared 
to  what  was  once  the  master  bedroom  and 
is  now  the  chamber  of  Mr.  Tone.  Against 
all  competition  it  would  stand  up  as  the 
most  sexy  and  glamorous  bedroom  in  Hol- 
lywood. To  begin  with,  it  houses  the  big- 
gest bed  in  California — a  little  number 
measuring  exactly  ten  feet  long,  ensconced 
on  a  pale  gray  rug  and  sporting  a  half- 
canopy  of  coral  fish  net.  The  walls  are 
pale  blue.  Green  curtains,  very  pale,  are  set 
off  by  greener  draperies  with  valances  of 
tufted  sea  shells.  A  chest  of  drawers  of 
bleached  mahogany  rounds  out  the  picture. 
The  lights  are  soft  and  harem-like. 

While  Tone  is  technically  the  only  oc- 
cupant of  this  magnificent  Ode  to  Mor- 
pheus, there  is  at  least  one  other  admirer 
of  the  room.  Namely  Bad  Boy,  a  colossal 
great  Dane  who  is  constantly  bolting  from 
his  kennels  and  exploring  the  bedrooms. 
By  day  Bad  Boy  loves  nothing  more  than 
to  sprawl  out  in  the  guest  room  and  sniff 
the  raspberries.  By  night,  he  paces  up  and 
down  in  the  master  bedroom  looking  grim 
and  warding  off  burglars. 

There  are  other  mementoes  of  an  un- 
happy idyll.  The  bathroom,  if  the  Hays 
office  won't  mind  the  reference,  is  a  beau- 
tiful affair  with  walls  of  pale  green  over 
which  there  are  painted  some  very  irides- 
cent bubbles.  "The  lady  who  did  it  was  a 
stickler  for  realism,"  Mr.  Tone  explains. 
"She  came  by  one  afternoon  at  the  behest 
of  Mrs.  Morris  and  blew  bubbles  for  fully 
a  half  hour  before  she  got  in  the  right 
mood."  The  scales  by  which  the  former 
mistress  of  the  mansion  kept  tabs  on  her 
calories  are  still  about  but  are  now  purely 
ornamental.  With  Tone  and  Meredith  the 
dilemma  is  how  to  put  on  a  few  pounds — 
not  how  to  keep  them  off. 

If  either  of  the  gentlemen  does  anything 
noteworthy  in  the  literary  line,  the  ex-lady 
of  the  house  will  deserve  a  good  deal  of 
the  credit.  Right  up  until  the  break-up 
occurred.  Bubbles  was  furiously  engaged 
in  carving  out  a  name  for  herself  in  writ- 
ing circles.  At  least  fifty  of  her  best  (and 
thus  far  unpublished)  short  stories  were 
typed  in  the  room  now  used  as  a  writing 
room  by  the  new  tenants.  Still  on  hand  is 
all  the  physical  equipment  that  went  into 
her  writing,  typewriter,  foolscap,  carbon 
paper,  etc.  An  empty  file,  once  jammed 
with  ideas  for  plays,  novels,  and  short 
stories  is  now  being  used  by  the  Meredith- 
Tone  secretary,  a  jaunty  young  lady  named 
Jan  Lowry,  to  house  the  torrential  fan  mail 
that  seems  to  follow  Burgess  Meredith 
whenever  he  makes  a  picture,  most  of  it 
from  college  girls  who  seem  to  find  him 
"mental  but  nice,"  to  quote  a  little  vixen 
from  Texas  University. 

Time  has,  of  course,  wrought  a  change 


or  two.  Wayiie  Morris,  being  athletic,  set 
great  store  by  the  lawn  tennis  court.  The 
masters  of  Pandemonium  who  would  rather 
read  a  good  book  are  foregoing,  mainly, 
the  thrill  that  comes  of  pommeling  a  harm- 
less red  ball  back  and  forth.  Besides,  there 
has  sprouted  up  a  veritable  wilderness  of 
crab  grass  on  which  tennis  balls  don't 
ricochet  so  well..  For  a  while  the  situation 
bothered  Meredith  until  he  decided  that 
the  huge  enclosure  would  make  an  ideal 
place  to  walk  the  dog.  In  that  way  Bad 
Boy  would  be  keeping  in  shape  and  also 
warding  off  the  malicious  gossip  that  no 
one  in  the  house  walked  a  single  extra 
step  than  he  had  to. 

Eight  and  one-half  acres,  as  they  say, 
isn't  exactly  a  child's  sand  pile.  Conse- 
quently there  were  things  about  the  hearth 
and  homestead  that  the  boys  were  learning 
right  Up  until  Thanksgiving  Day,  post- 
Roosevelt  species.  On  'that  day,  it  seems, 
Meredith  was  rummaging  around  the 
garage — a  huge,  four-car  number  which, 
oddly  enough,  was  totally  without  doors— 
when  he  discovered  a  button.  He  flicked  it 
on,  wondering  if,  beside  a  veritable  flood  of 
light,  the  button  wouldn't  set  in  operation 
a  Gilbert  and  Sullivan  operetta.  Nothing 
of  the  kind. 

Suddenly  there  was  a  rumble.  And  clown 
from  out  of  nowhere  a  massive  steel  door 
began  to  drop  slowly  toward  the  ground. 
For  a  second  or  two  he  watched  it,  fasci- 
nated, with  a  feeling  akin  to  that  of  the 
bird  on  the  branch  gazing  down  at  a  ser- 
pent. It  was  like  a  Buck  Rogers  mystery. 
He  came  to  with  a  start,  dived  under  the 
door,  and  made  it  just  in  time. 

Now  the  mystery  entered  a  second  phase: 
how  to  get  the  door  open  again.  There  were 
two  good  cars  locked  behind  that  incred- 
ible contraption.  For  two  days  they  used 
taxis  until  Wood,  the  ever-trusty,  made  a 
suggestion.  Why  not  write  the  owners  for 
the  combination?  They  did. 

The  answer  came  back  from  Bubbles, 
herself.  It  seems  that  there  was  a  button 
in  the  kitchen,  right  over  the  very  sink  in 
which  Evelyn  washed  the  dishes  and  all 
you  had  to  do  was  press  it!  But  pande- 
monium still  gaily  reigns. 


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very  lonely  in  a  strange  studio.  But  you 
have  been  so  kind  I  feel  right  at  home." 

"I  owe  your  child  a  doll,"  said  Joan.  "My 
child  broke  your  child's  doll  in  the  park 
yesterday.  The  nurse  tells  me  they  play  to- 
gether every  day.  How  old  is  your  baby?" 

Of  course  Joan  had  Christina's  latest 
pictures  right  there  in  her  dressing-table 
drawer  and  Ingrid  fished  around  in  her 
purse  and  produced  a  few  snaps  of  her 
baby,  and  there  we  were  in  the  midst  of  a 
discussion  of  diets — just  like  two  proud 
mothers  in  Long  Island,  certainly  not  like 
two  Glamor  Girls  in  Hollywood.  Well,  I 


finally  managed  to  give  Miss  Bergman  the 
brush-off  and  was  shoving  pencil  and  paper 
at  Joan  again  when — of  all  horrible  things 
— lightning  struck  the  power  plant  and  we 
were  plunged  in  the  darkest  darkness  I've 
ever  experienced.  Everything  happens  to 
me. 

Sometimes  I  think — on  days  like  this — 
that  it  might  be  easier  to  overcome  my 
allergy  to  the  typewriter  and  write  my  own 
darned  stories.  I'm  going  to  give  it  a 
thought.  Anyway,  I  at  long  last  managed  to 
pin  Joan  down.  What  do  you  think  of  her 
story  ? 


What  I've  Learned  About  Men 
From  Working  With  Men 

Continued  from  page  33 


rest  of  the  company  he  might  just  as  well 
give  up  his  profession.  He  won't  get  far. 
He  might  make  a  good  politician,  but  he'll 
never  make  a  good  actor.  Of  course  there 
are  a  few  (the  sweater  set  calls  them  "dull 
jerks")  humorless  actors  in  Hollywood 
who  have  done  rather  well,  but  they  are  the 
exception  that  proves  the  rule.  They  won't 
last  the  way  the  Gables,  the  Coopers,  and 
the  Tracys  last. 

Spencer  Tracy  and  Clark  Gable  are  one 
hundred  per  cent  when  it  comes  to  a  sense 
of  humor.  I  don't  mean  that  they  go  around 
like  merry,  irresponsible  children,  whooping 
it  up,  and  playing  gags  on  everybody.  No, 
indeed.  I've  never  known  two  men  who 
worked  harder  than  Spencer  and  Clark. 
And  I've  never  known  two  men  who  made 
as  little  fuss  about  it.  They  have  a  way  of 
assuring  you  that  nothing  is  terribly  im- 
portant, including  themselves,  and  you 
might  just  as  well  relax  and  take  things 
easy.  No  matter  what  goes  wrong  on  the 
set,  and  plenty  goes  wrong  in  every  pic- 
ture, I  have  never  seen  Spencer  or  Clark 
go  into  cheap  dramatics.  I  worked  in  a  pic- 
ture once  with  an  actor,  who  shall  be  name- 
less, who  sneered  and  griped  and  fairly 


yapped  his  head  off  every  time  he  arrived 
on  the  set  and  the  director  wasn't  ready  for 
him.  He  considered  himself  much  too  im- 
portant to  be  kept  waiting.  Waiting  is  a 
necessary  evil  of  the  movie  business.  All 
actors  simply  accept  it  as  such.  But  not  this 
one.  When  he  got  through  crabbing  then 
he'd  try  to  be  funny.  But  his  humor  was 
strictly  malicious. 

I'll  never  forget  the  day  I  arrived  on  the 
set  to  do  a  picture  with  Spencer  Tracy. 
Spencer  greeted  me  with,  "Since  you  and 
I  are  going  to  do  love  scenes  together,  I 
have  arranged  for  you  to  see  my  last  pic- 
ture with  Luise  Rainer.  I  realize  that  you 
know  very  little  about  such  things."  Similar 
kidding  went  on  all  through  the  picture  and 
never  once  did  things  get  tense  and  strained. 
Spencer  has  a  great  knack  of  kidding  you 
into  relaxation. 

Clark  Gable,  I  believe,  has  more  respect 
for  another  actor  than  anyone  I  know.  No 
matter  how  well  an  actress  knows  her  lines 
there  are  times  when  she  can't  help  but 
blow  up.  I  did  one  morning  on  the  "Strange 
Cargo"  set,  and  kept  Clark  in  a  most  un- 
comfortable position  for  what  seemed  hours. 
But  was  Clark  annoyed?  Not  the  least  bit. 


Conrad  Veidt  comes  face  to  face  with  "A  Woman's  Face,"  while  Melvyn  Douglas  scowls  hand- 
somely at  the  idea.  Can  it  be  that  joan  Crawford  is  the  bone  of  contention  between  them? 


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Jeanetfe  MacDonald  and  hubby  Gene  Raymond  made  one  Sunday  afternoon  sheer  pleasure 
when  they  took  to  the  air  with  Violinist  Albert  Spalding  and  Conductor  Andre  Kostelanetz. 


i  That  certain  nameless  actor  would  have 
sneered  me  right  out  of  the  picture. )  Clark 
very  obligingly  blew  a  couple  of  times  him- 
self, and  every  time  he  blows  he  gives  out 
with  a  razzberry,  so  pretty  soon  I  was  at 
case  again  and  things  were  going  smoothly. 
The  day  we  did  the  big  love  scene  in  the 
picture  I  confessed  to  him  that  I  had  had 
chives  on  my  salad  at  lunch.  "Don't  mind, 
babe,''  said  Clark.  "I  had  garlic."  It's  won- 
derful to  work  with  guys  like  Gable  and 
Tracy  who  are  understanding,  comfortable, 
down  to  earth,  and  above  all,  have  a  sense 
of  humor. 

Jimmy  Stewart's  humor  is  different  from 
that  of  Gable  and  Tracy.  You  don't  laugh 
right  out  with  Jimmy,  you  just  giggle.  I 
hate  women  who  giggle,  but  I  must  say 
when  I  play  in  pictures  with  Jimmy  I  sud- 
denly become  the  worst  giggler  west  of 
the  Rockies.  Jimmy  has  a  way  of  saying 
something  funny  with  a  perfect  deadpan, 
and  it  always  breaks  me  up  completely. 
There  is  nothing  taut  or  restrained  about  a 
set  when  Jimmy  Stewart  is  on  it.  Jimmy 
has  a  way  of  talking  on  and  on  in  a  some- 
what whimsical  manner. 

When  I  started  this  picture  with  Melvyn 
Douglas  several  people  said :  You  won't 
have  much  fun  with  him,  he's  strictly  on 
the  intellectual  side.  But  they're  wrong.  I 
don't  mean  they're  wrong  about  being  on 
the  intellectual  side,  but  in  addition  to  that, 
Melvyn  has  a  perfectly  grand  sense  of  hu- 
mor, though  I  admit  that  you  have  to  bring 
it  out  of  him.  He  doesn't  take  himself  any 
more  seriously  than  Spencer,  or  Clark,  or 
Jimmy.  We  were  doing  a  hospital  scene  the 
other  day  where  he's  supposed  to  wash  his 
hands,  in  the  medical  manner,  and  then 
push  back  a  cellophane  curtain  with  his 
arms.  This  being  quite  difficult  to  do  there 
was  a  prop  man  concealed  to  pull  the  cur- 
tains back  with  a  draw  string.  Every  "take" 
the  prop  man  would  pull  the  curtains  too 
soon,  then  he  pulled  them  too  hard  and 
they  fell  down,  then  the  water  ran  over, 
eventhing  had  to  happen  in  that  one  scene. 
It  was  not  Melvyn's  fault,  he  was  doing  his 
part  perfectly.  A  lot  of  actors  would  have 
gotten  impatient  along  about  the  tenth 
"take,"  and  would  have  called  down  the 
bungling  prop  man  in  rather  severe  lan- 
guage. But  the  more  things  that  happened 
the  more  hysterical  Melvyn  got.  When  the 
scene  finally  did  go  right  he  was  laughing 
so  hard  that  the  tears  were  running  down 
his  cheeks. 


That's  another  thing  I've  learned :  The 
actors  who  have  the  sense  of  humor  are 
also  the  ones  who  have  the  most  patience 
and  understanding.  The  "dull  jerks"  fly  off 
the  handle  the  minute  something  goes 
wrong. 

And  as  for  George  Cukor.  who  directs 
me  in  "A  Woman's  Face,"  (and  also  di- 
rected me  in  "The  Women"  and  "Susan 
and  God")  no  one  in  this  industry  deserves 
more  praise  than  he  does.  There  is  a  man 
who  has  the  greatest  talent  and  patience 
in  the  world,  and  certainly  the  greatest 
sense  of  humor.  It  doesn't  sound  funny  in 
writing  but  I  must  say  the  times  I  have 
spent  with  him  in  the  projection  room  look- 
ing at  the  day's  rushes  stand  out  as  a  new 
high  in  laughs.  George  will  look  at  the 
screen  and  say,  "Ah.  superb  direction.  Look 
at  that  scene.  Magnificent !  Really  mag- 
nificent direction."  "But  George."  I'll  say, 
"what  about  the  acting?"  "Well,"  says 
George,  "the  acting  is  pretty  good,  but  the 
direction  is  superb." 

One  of  the  sweetest,  easiest  young  actors 
to  work  with  is  Robert  Young.  In  "The 
Shining- Hour"  he  helped  me  over  many  a 
bad  spot.  Bob,  unlike  Spencer  and  Clark, 
gets  all  upset  when  he  forgets  his  lines,  or 
doesn't  do  a  scene  correctly.  But  it  isn't 
because  he  takes  himself  seriously,  no  in- 
deed, it's  simply  because  he  thinks  he  is 
keeping  the  other  actors  waiting. 

From  working  with  men  on  the  set  I 
have  learned  that  they  are  usually  very- 
punctual  people,  and  loathe  un-punctuality 
in  women.  They  also  hate  primping.  It  in- 
furiates them  to  have  a  Glamor  Girl  swoop 
down  upon  the  set  and  then  proceed  to  look 
at  herself  in  the  mirror  for  a  goodly  hour 
or  so,  while  they  stand  around  waiting  for 
her  to  go  through  with  the  scene.  And  I'm 
certain  that  what's  true  with  men  on  sets  is 
also  true  with  men  in  your  living  room. 

I've  also  learned  that  men  detest  women 
who  are  coy  and  just  too,  too  utterly  cute. 
We  had  one  of  those  in  a  picture  I  did  with 
Clark  Gable  once — and  you  should  have 
seen  Clark's  expression  when  she  started 
being  coy.  Men  might  like  clinging  vines 
away  from  the  studio,  but  they  run  away 
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and-coming  young  actress  and  want  to 
make  a  hit  with  the  male  stars  in  the 
business,  beware  of  the  gaga  stuff. 

And  once  more,  remember,  to  be  a  suc- 
cessful actor  in  Hollywood  you've  got  to 
have  a  sense  of  humor. 


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He  Gets  Away  with  Murder! 

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He  sat  from  February  till  October.  Then 
came  rumors  that  Chaplin  was  considering 
him  for  a  part  in  "The  Great  Dictator."  "I 
figure  he  might  want  me  for  Goering  or 
something.  When  he  sends  for  me  and  tells 
me  it's  Napoloni,  I  die.  I  wanna  kiss  him.  I 
wanna  blubber.  I  think  what  can  I  do  for 
the  guy?  My  money,  my  life,  he  doesn't 
need.  I  know — I'll  fool  him — I'll  go  on  the 
wagon." 

Kind  friends  told  Oakie  he'd  last  ten 
minutes  with  Chaplin.  They  told  Charlie 
the  same.  "Why  stick  yourself  with  him? 
There  are  plenty  of  Italians  around  who 
can  play  Mussolini." 

"What's  funny,"  asked  Charlie,  "about 
an  Italian  playing  Mussolini  ?" 

Jack  went  on  the  wagon.  A  couple  of 
weeks  of  non-Oakieish  behavior,  and 
Charlie  got  worried.  "You  haven't  had  a 
drink  on  this  picture,  have  you,  Jack? 
Don't  let  me  cramp  your  style.  Get  drunk 
if  you  want  to.  I'll  sober  you  up  one  day." 

"You  sobered  me  up  when  you  gave  me 
the  job,  hone}'.  If  it's  okay  with  you,  I'll 
stay  that  way." 

And  stay  he  did.  "From  Chaplin  I  went 
to  Shirley  Temple,"  he  explains,  "who  was 
having  a  tough  enough  time  without  me 
puffing  liquor  at  her  every  time  she  came 
up  for  air." 

He  gags  it,  but  the  truth  of  the  matter 
is  that  Jack's  a  new  man  and  enjoys  the 
sensation.  "You  go  for  six  months  without 
drinking.  A  year  passes.  The  actual  chem- 
istry of  your  body  changes.  My  nerves  are 
in  good  shape.  I  sleep  like  a  baby.  Who 
comes  in  bright-eyed  and  bouncing  every 
morning?  Venita's  Jackie.  I  used  to  float 
all  over  the  place.  Now  I  walk.  I  see  where 
I'm  going  and  I  like  what  I  see.  It's  all 
happened  since  Charlie.  Heil  Charlie !" 

A  thoroughgoing  extrovert,  Oakie's  not 
given  to  hero-worship.  Which  throws  his 
feeling  for  Chaplin  into  striking  relief.  It's 
a  reverence  that  stops  the  other  side  of 
idolatry-  He's  not  shy  about  it  either.  He 


flaunts  it,  swelling  with  visible  love  and 
pride.  "They  can  pull  the  curtain  down  now 
and  stick  the  whole  business  up  the  chute. 
I've  touched  the  heights.  I've  worked  with 
the  master."  Allowing  for  hyperbole,  the 
kernal  of  the  sentiment  is  genuine.  As  is 
the  wistfulness  with  which  he  adds :  "If 
my  poor  mother  had  lived  to  see  me  with 
Chaplin,  that  would  have  been  the  crown- 
ing glory." 

Hero-worship  or  no,  he  remains  Oakie 
of  the  freely  wagging  tongue.  On  several 
successive  scenes  one  day  he  blew  his  lines. 
"For  that  much  money?"  Charlie  hinted 
mildly. 

Jack  bided  his  time.  Acting,  writing  and 
directing,  Chaplin  had  a  number  of  things 
on  his  mind.  Yet  he  rarely  muffed.  Jack 
had  to  bide  considerable  time,  but  the 
moment  came.  "If  it's  not  too  late  to  re- 
place this  guy,"  he  bellowed,  "call  Harry 
Langdon." 

He  deplored  Charlie's  rejection  of  the 
New  York  Critics'  Award  for  "The  Great 
Dictator,"  and  hurled  himself  into  the 
diplomatic  breach.  "Dear  Bose,"  he  wired 
Bosley  Crowther,  "in  view  of  the  fact  that 
Mr.  Chaplin  has  refused  the  award  I  will 
be  hysTERically  happy  with  a  bow  to  Miss 
Hepburn"  (from  whom  he'd  borrowed  the 
locution) — "to  go  to  New  York  and  receive 
the  plaque  transportation  paid  both  ways 
by  you  know  who  and  I  don't  mean  me 
love  and  kisses." 

The  press  boys  love  him.  He  handles 
both  them  and  his  fans  with  a  considera- 
tion due  partly  to  innate  good  will,  partly 
to  gratitude,  and  the  rest  to  policy.  He 
won't  let  them  step  on  him,  though.  He 
doesn't  subscribe  to  the  theory,  held  by  a 
persecuting  minority,  that  a  ticket  at  the 
box  office  buys  you  a  lien  on  the  players  in 
addition  to  a  seat. 

"Write  something  funny,"  demanded  a 
woman,  sticking  an  autograph  book  under 
his  nose. 

He'd  already  signed  a  dozen,  and  was  try- 


A  trio  of  great  Americans  reunite  for  "The  Great  American  Broadcast."  Remember  Jack 
Oakie,  Alice  Faye  and  John  Payne  in  "Tin  Pan  Alley?"  Who  can  forget  them?  Betty 
Grable  was  in  it,  too.  Oakie  "Gets  Away  With  Murder"  in  this  issue — and  we're  glad. 


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ing  to  reach  a  broadcast  on  time.  "Tell  me 
something  funny,"  he  suggested  without 
malice,  "and  I'll  write  it  promptly  and 
with  pleasure." 

"You're  very  rude,"  his  admirer  snapped. 
"I  PAY  to  see  you." 

Oakie  thrust  his  hand  into  his  pocket. 
"Lady,"  he  offered  wearily,  "I'll  pay  you 
not  to  see  me." 

He  lives  in  the  little  valley  town  of  West 
Van  Xuys  and  what  he's  proudest  of,  next 
to  having  worked  with  Chaplin,  is  his 
titular  mayoralty  of  that  town.  For  this  he 
has  Conky  to  thank.  Conky,  who  used  to  be 
a  traffic  cop  in  the  valley,  is  described  by 
Jack  as  "one  of  these  civic  guys.  So  Conky 
decides  that  what  West  Van  Nuys  needs 
most  is  a  Civic  League  and  a  good  five- 
cent  mayor.  So  he  comes  to  me  and  he 
says,  you're  the  mayor.  I  said,  mayor- 
shmavor,  I  gotta  play  golf." 

He  went  to  the  first  meeting,  neverthe- 
less, and  emerged  a  civic  guy.  He  cam- 
paigned with  his  fellow-citizens  for  paved 
streets  and  improved  street  lighting.  His 
account  of  the  campaign  is  a  gem  of  simple 
realism. 

"You  have  to  have  so  much  money  to  fix 
the  streets.  So  you  go  to  the  councilman. 
He  twiddles  his  thumbs.  You  say,  we  gotta 
league,  we  got  five  thousand  voters.  If  you 
don't  give  us  money  to  fix  these  streets,  we 
don't  vote  for  you.  So  he  stops  twiddling 
his  thumbs,  we  get  the  money,  he  keeps  his 
job.  That's  not  blackmail.  It's  politics. 
Everybody  is  made  happy. 

"We  have  meetings  every  other  week.  I 
walk  in,  and  they  all  get  up  and  holler.  Our 
Mayor!  I  bow.  I'm  strictly  the  come-on. 
Comedy  relief.  I  give  'em  a  gag,  I  tell  'em 
a  story.  Then  I  sit  down  and  some  guy 
makes  a  speech.  That's  the  feature.  We  get 
the  school  for  free.  But  we  gotta  have 
money — for  ink,  for  erasers,  for  letterheads 
with  my  picture  on  the  front.  Our  Mayor! 
Some  woman  cooks  a  cake,  and  my  wife 
raffles  it  off,  dollar  a  slice.  That's  for  the 
treasury.  When  the  meeting's  over,  we  go 
down  to  the  corner  theater  and  see  'Tin 
Pan  Alley,'  featuring  Our  Mayor.  That's 
being  civic-minded.  Patronize  your  local 
merchants.  Circulate  the  dough.  Good  for 
Twentieth  Century-Fox  too.  Not  bad  for 
Oakie." 

As  a  concession  to  the  dignity  of  his 
office,  he  attends  these  meetings  garbed  in 
conservative  dark  blue.  Except  at  night,  his 
attire  might  provide  a  peacock  with  a 
pointer  or  two.  To  cross  from  his  dressing- 
room  to  the  commissary  on  a  balmy  Cali- 
fornia day,  he  winds  a  yellow  scarf  round 
his  throat,  hoists  himself  into  a  beige  top- 
coat with  belt,  sticks  an  Alpine-plumbed 
fedora  on  the  side  of  his  head,  and  sallies 
forth.  Catcalls  pursue  him.  "What's  it  for, 
Jack?"  queries  a  literal-minded  damsel. 
"I'm  lookin'  for  snow,  baby!" 

Under  these  wrappings,  he  wears  slack 
suits — maroon,  green  or  parti-colored. 
"Ever  see  my  red  pants,  honey?  Even  Car- 
men Miranda  blinked.  I  wear  slips  too. 
See  my  slip?"  It's  the  white  shirt  peering 
modestly  from  behind  the  skyblue  in-and- 
outer.  He  calls  these  creations  his  "first- 
thing-up-in-the-morning"  clothes.  "On  the 
set,"  he  confides,  "I  wear  Don  Ameche's 
cast-offs." 

He's  scheduled  for  a  picture  at  Warner's 
called  "Navy  Blues."  He  got  it  by  rebuffing 
them.  "I  figure,  what  do  I  wanna  make  an- 
other picture  for,  I've  got  three  here  at  Fox, 
I  can't  make  any  more  money,  so  I  rebuff 
'em.  Know  how  you  rebuff  'em,  don't  you? 
Ask  more  than  you  think  they'll  pay.  So 
they_  take  you  up. — Fascinatin'."  mused 
Oakie,  " — show  business,  but  I  love  it  like 
I  love  life." 

It  is  indeed.  Two  years  ago  his  agent 
couldn't  sell  him,  even  with  hat  in  hand. 
Rumor  puts  his  current  salary  at  seventy- 
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This  Is  How  She 
Feels  About  Him! 

Continued  from  page  24 

always  tried  to  hide  it  instead  of  exhibiting 
it.  So  much  time  has  elapsed  since  I  made 
'Balalaika.'  I  thought  I  had  lost  much  of 
my  confidence.  In  his  devotion  to  me,  he 
forgot  his  own  inhibitions.  I  feel  that  my 
work  will  be  better  too.  Someday  he  will 
do  things  like  'Lilliom'  and  'Dorian  Gray.' 
This  may  sound  strange  now.  But  you  will 
see ! 

"I  think  I  am  fortunate  that  Alan  loves 
to  be  outdoors.  I  know  farm  life  and  above 
everything  else  I  want  to  grow  things  we 
can  eat.  At  one  time  in  my  life  a  cow  was 
much  more  precious  than  the  rarest  jewel. 
Someday,  I  promised  myself,  I  would  own 
many  cows.  He  doesn't  like  night  club  life ; 
instead,  he  loves  all  kinds  of  sports.  With 
him  I  have  learned  to  ride  and  fish  and 
shoot  a  gun.  I  never  liked  these  things  be- 
fore. Maybe  because  never  before  did  I 
have  such  a  wonderful  teacher ! 

"It  has  been  said  that  people  are  never 
truly  in  love  unless  they  are  jealous  of  each 
other.  I  have  never  believed  this  until  now. 
But  for  the  first  time  I  find  I  am  behaving 
like  a  woman  in  love.  I  am  very  jealous! 
For  one  of  his  singing  lessons,  Nina 
Koshetz  gave  Alan  a  song  to  sing  from  a 
musical  comedy  called,  "Hit  the  Deck.' 
There  are  two  lines  that  read,  Sometimes  I 
love  you — Sometimes  I  hate  you.  When  he 
sang  those  words  they  were  so  painful  to 
me,  I  begged  him  never  to  repeat  them. 
'They  shouldn't  write  words  like  that,'  is 
all  I  could  explain.  I  guess  this  sounds 
pretty  foolish,  doesn't  it?  But  people  in 
love  will  understand!" 


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Feels  About  Her! 

Continued  from  page  25 

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,a  tenseness  in  my  nature,  she  suggested 
that  I  try  to  sing.  When  she  heard  my 
voice  she  took  me  to  Nina  Koshetz,  her 
own  teacher.  I'm  getting  a  great  kick  out 
of  trying.  It's  helping  my  self-conscious- 
ness. It's  also  a  wonderful  emotional  outlet. 

"Ilona  is  thoughtful,  especially  in  little 
things  that  are  important  to  me.  Some 
mornings  before  I  went  to  work,  she  sent 
over  Viennese  cakes  she  had  baked.  A  card 
carried  this  message,  Good  morning  Alan 
dear.  One  night  at  a  party,  I  lost  a  stud  out 
of  my  dress  shirt.  The  next  day  Ilona 
shopped  for  another.  She  wisely  pointed  out 
she  had  bought  a  cheap  one — in  case  I  lost 
it  again  !  When  I  want  to  buy  something 
for  her,  she  invariably  says,  'But  I  don't 
need  anything.' 

"Our  plans  for  the  future  are  bright.  I 
love  boats.  Ilona  dreams  of  having  a  farm 
like  the  one  she  once  knew  in  the  Nether- 
lands. When  she  heard  I  would  like  to  go 
into  the  fishing  business,  she  never  told  me 
the  sea  makes  her  very  ill.  Instead,  she 
made  up  her  mind  to  overcome  her  fear. 
She  ate  lemons  on  every  trip.  I'm  sure  she 
even  prayed.  But  she  overcame  her  fear. 
Now  she  is  very  enthused  about  the  fishing 
business.  In  our  spare  time  we  are  also 
looking  for  a  farm. 

"It's  a  second  marriage  for  both  of  us. 
Because  we  have  had  disappointments  and 
heartaches,  I  think  we  are  in  a  position 
doubly  to  appreciate  our  happiness.  With  a 
woman  as  staple  as  Ilona,  how  could  I 
lose?  But  the  course  of  true  love  is  never 
smooth.  Even  in  our  case,  which  we  feel  is 
very  special.  For  example,  there's  that  little 
experience  we  had  when  Ilona  sang  at  a 
Red  Cross  benefit  in  Pasadena.  All  the  way 
driving  over  I  kept  telling  her  not  to  be 
nervous.  I  reminded  her  of  the  sensational 
success  she  made  when  we  did  that  per- 
sonal appearance  tour  with  Louella  Par- 
sons. I  reassured  her  again  and  again. 
Begged  her  to  be  calm  and  collected.  I 
promised  I  would  stand  right  in  the  wings 
where  she  could  see  me  all  the  time. 

"Ilona  is  usually  nervous  before  she  goes 
on.  But  once  she  gets  out  there,  she  soars 
like  an  eagle.  She  was  in  great  voice.  They 
applauded  and  applauded  and  wouldn't  let 
her  go.  During  her  numbers  she  kept  glanc- 
ing toward  the  wings,  expecting  to  see  me 
there.  Instead,  I  was  outside  in  the  alley. 
I  was  so  sick  and  nervous  for  her — I  prac- 
tically missed  the  entire  concert!" 


This  Is  How  They 
Cot  That  Way 

Continued  from  page  25 


Alan  to  breakfast  at  her  table.  Alan  was 
told  that  it  might  be  the  charming  thing  to 
accept.  She  said  that  a  "conceited"  break- 
fast guest  didn't  particularly  appeal  to  her. 
He  decided  his  food  would  taste  better  if  he 
ate  with  someone  who  was  "friendly"  and 
"real." 

Their  return  trip  home  started  out  this 
way.  Alan  and  Ilona  rode  part  way  with 
the  Governor  and  his  wife.  The  other  cars 
followed.  The  road  was  narrow  and  slip- 
pery from  recent  rains.  Just  outside  of 
McCall  a  car  suddenly  loomed  out  of  no- 
where. Too  late  to  avoid  a  crash  !  There 
was  a  sickening  thud.  Shrieking  brakes. 
Flying  glass.  Everyone  was  badly  shaken 
up.  The  Governor's  wife  alone  was  bleed- 
ing profusely. 

Alan  tore  off  his  coat  and  converted  it 
into  a  pillow.  His  handkerchief  he  made 
into  a  bandage.  He  worked  swiftly,  capa- 
bly and  calmly.  Ilona  played  the  role  of 
nurse.  They  were  so  concerned  they  didn't 
notice  their  own  clothes  were  soaked  and 
ruined.  But  they  did  begin  to  notice  each 
other.  The  other  car  went  on  ahead.  They 
promised  they  would  rejoin  them  after 
they  had  driven  back  to  the  nearest  hospital. 

After  the  Governor's  wife  was  made  com- 
fortable, they  decided  to  remain  over  until 
she  was  out  of  danger.  In  fresh  clothes  they 
went  out  to  dinner.  They  talked  until  dawn. 
Somehow  it  seemed  as  though  they  had 
always  been  waiting  for  this  moment.  There 
were  so  many  things  to  be  said  together. 
He  seemed  so  eager  to  understand.  She 
didn't  have  to  explain  "her  dreams."  Her 
eyes  shone.  She  nodded  knowingly  when 
he  spoke  tenderly  of  things  close  to  his 
heart. 

Two  radiant  people  bade  the  Governor 
and  his  lady  goodbye.  Alan  and  Ilona  were 
deeply,  ecstatically  in  love.  From  that 
moment  on,  their  hearts  started  beating  as 
one.  Ilona  Massey,  born  Ilona  Ha j massy,  a 
poor  peasant  girl  in  Budapest,  and  Alan 


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Curtis,  born  Harry  Uberroth,  a  former 
Chicago  advertising  model — brought  to- 
gether by  those  invisible  forces  of  life. 
Over  and  over  again  they  told  each  other, 
'"Our  love  was  meant  to  be." 

Despite  the  fact  that  Alan  and  Ilona  have 
never  wanted  for  the  usual  attentions 
(especially  from  the  opposite  sex)  they 
found  each  other  when  they  needed  each 
other  the  most.  A  marriage  in  Vienna  that 
ended  disastrously  convinced  llona  that 
happiness  was  not  for  her.  Adversity  had 
always  been  a  challenge.  Work  was  to  be 
her  life.  Music  her  one  true  love.  Only  last 
year  a  divorce  for  Alan  was  the  solution 
to  his  problems.  He  and  his  young  actress 
wife  tried  to  make  a  go  of  it.  But  some- 
how they  couldn't  agree.  Alan  and  Ilona 
were  two  of  the  loneliest  people  in  Holly- 
wood when  they  were  saved  by  love. 

Ever  since  she  has  been  in  Hollywood, 
Ilona  has  worked  and  waited  for  the  re- 
wards that  are  now  coming  her  way.  She 
thought  her  prayers  were  answered  when 
M-G-M  officials  visited  Vienna.  They  saw 
her  photographs  and  decided  to  put  her  in 
the  movies.  Being  born  in  the  squalor  of  a 
tenement,  being  cold  and  hungry  and  miser- 
able, she  had  always  dreamed  of  becoming 
an  actress.  The  discovery  of  music — a  bat- 
tered victrola  owned  by  a  man  in  their 
crowded  dwelling — convinced  her  that 
music  was  food  and  sunshine  and  cleanli- 
ness. It  gave  her  the  will,  the  abiding  faith 
to  make  her  dreams  come  true. 

Much,  much  stranger  than  fiction  is 
Ilona*s  flight  to  fame.  Men  have  fought 
duels  over  her  in  Vienna.  All  along  the  way 
her  beauty  has  dazzled.  From  farm  girl  to 
a  dressmakers'  apprentice.  From  full- 
fledged  seamstress  to  musical  student. 
Voung  concert  singer.  Grand  opera.  But 
when  she  arrived  in  Hollywood,  it  all 
seemed  to  have  been  in  vain. 

She  was  plump  and  must  reduce  at  once. 
She  and  the  sister  who  came  over  with  her 
could  no  longer  indulge  in  the  baskets  of 
baloney  and  cheese  packed  by  the  loving 
hands  of  her  mother.  Her  clothes  were 
wrong  and  caused  amusement  at  her  first 
Hollywood  party.  Where  had  she  found 
those  square-toed  shoes?  Her  sister  went 
back.  The  studio  decided  she  should  share 
a  small  place  with  an  unknown  girl  named 
Hedy    Lamarr.    But    Ilona    didn't  like 


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parties.  She  didn't  like  going  out.  Soon  she 
was  living  in  a  small  home  in  Beverly  Hills 
with  an  aunt  who  served  as  secretary  and 
housekeeper. 

Except  for  a  brief  appearance  in  "Rose 
Marie,"  two  whole  years  passed  before 
Ilona  made  "Balalaika."  Sometimes  she 
got  so  desperate  she  was  afraid  for  her 
own  life.  She  wanted  a  career  above  all 
else.  Every  day  she'd  come  to  the  lot  and 
work  on  her  English.  At  night  she'd  go  to 
the  movies.  Some  pictures  she  saw  four  or 
five  times.  Occasionally  she  went  out  with 
Michael  Whalen.  A  mutual  friend  had  in- 
troduced them.  But  Ilona  was  lonely  and 
miserable.  "Balalaika"  had  clicked  with  the 
critics.  Fan  mail  began  to  pour  in.  Yet  it 
was  one  of  those  unexplainable  things  that 
can  only  happen  in  Hollywood.  Ilona  was 
lost  in  the  crowd. 

Alan  Curtis,  being  a  soldier  of  fortune, 
the  kind  of  a  guy  who  can  laugh  in  the  face 
of  misfortune,  never  took  Hollywood  seri- 
ously when  he  first  came  out.  In  Ch'cago 
and  New  York,  he  was  making  a  comfort- 
able living  as  a  professional  model.  Holly- 
wood held  no  illusions  for  him.  Still,  when 
RKO  offered  him  such  excellent  money  for 
"doing  nothing."  he  hadn't  the  heart  to  re- 
fuse. Directors  tore  their  hair  over  his  act- 
ing. Alan  got  a  tremendous  kick  out  of  it. 
He  didn't  ask  to  be  an  actor  he  told  them. 
Why  didn't  they  send  him  back? 

Then  came  the  day  they  were  searching 
for  an  actor  to  play  opposite  Joan  Craw- 
ford in  "Mannequin."  It  was  the  kind  of 
part  that  would  bring  overnight  success  to 
an  unknown.  Oblivion  to  an  established 
hero.  The  role  demanded  a  man  who  was 
so  wickedly  irresistible,  the  girl  loved  him 
for  making  her  life  a  hell.  Alan's  test  was 
better  than  all  the  rest  He  got  the  part 
and  settled  down  this  time  seriously.  Spen- 
cer Tracy  and  Joan  Crawford  helped  and 
encouraged  him.  And  he  all  but  took  the 
picture. 

It  was  during  this  period  at  M-G-M  that 
Alan  took  his  eventful  trip  to  Boise,  Idaho, 
and  met  Ilona  Massey.  Soon  after  they 
started  going  together  both  were  dropped 
from  the  contract  list.  It  was  purely  coin- 
cidence that  it  happened  this  way.  Alan 
wasn't  satisfied  with  his  roles.  When  20th- 
century  offered  to  buy  his  contract,  M-G- 
M  pleased  him  by  letting  him  go.  Ilona  did 
nothing  until  she  and  Alan  co-starred  in 
their  latest  picture.  "New  Wine."  He  plays 
Franz  Schubert  and  she  plays  a  young 
peasant  girl  who  starts  the  great  composer 
on  the  road  to  fame. 

Working  together  was  one  of  the  happi- 
est experiences  of  their  lives.  As  this  is 
being  written,  the  picture  is  finished.  Plans 
for  their  wedding  are  under  way.  Unless 
there  were  last  minute  changes,  around  the 
twentieth  of  March  Alan  and  Ilona  became 
man  and  wife.  His  family  is  in  Chicago. 
The  wedding  was  planned  to  take  place 
there.  Ilona's  aunt  went  along,  of  course. 
There  was  to  be  no  fuss.  A  simple  ceremony 
with  a  plain  old-fashioned  wedding  band. 
Right  after  the  ceremony  the  happy  pair 
were  off  to  New  York.  On  April  first  (ac- 
cording to  plans  at  this  writing)  they  sail 
for  Rio.  Ilona  will  sing  at  the  famous  Urea 
Night  Club.  Alan  will  make  personal 
appearances. 

Right  now  they  have  their  eye  on  a  small 
house  in  Brentwood.  Also  a  ranch  in  the 
deep  South.  There  they  hope  to  spend  their 
days  and  live  off  the  land  when  Hollywood 
is  but  a  memory.  Great  happiness  has  come 
at  last  to  the  peasant  girl  who  has  never 
forgotten  she  is  a  peasant :  who  has  never 
forgotten  the  pain  of  her  yesterdays  and  is 
grateful  for  the  blessings  of  today.  Always 
there  will  be  a  place  in  her  life  for  good 
music.  But  love,  not  a  career,  comes  first. 
Alan  and  Ilona  love  each  other.  May  it  be 
a  "New  Wine"  in  their  lives  that  will 
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A  study  in  gracious  living:  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Stephenson,  above.  Stephenson's  sudden  and 
spectacular  rise  to  fame  in  "The  Letter"  has  not  halted  this  important  tea-time  twosome. 


The  Surprising  Mr.  Stephenson 


Continued  from  page  34 


ners."  The  big  break  promised  him  didn't 
come  through.  And  when  apologies  were 
offered,  Stephenson  exhibited  his  unflurried 
calm.  "Oh,  that's  quite  all  right,"  he  said. 
"You  know,  Hollywood  is  one  of  the  few 
places  in  the  world  I  haven't  visited.  I'm 
rather  glad  you  brought  me  here." 

Expecting  a  burst  of  the  usual  tempera- 
ment, the  studio  officials  were  stunned  into 
speechlessness  by  such  a  casual,  off-hand 
reply.  Any  other  player  would  have  raved  to 
the  high  heavens  and  invoked  every  possible 
clause  in  his  contract  if  he  were  brought  six 
thousand  miles  and  then  thrown  a  mere 
crumb  of  a  part.  But  not  James  Stephenson. 
And  that's  what  makes  him  such  a  sur- 


prising young  man  in  this  city  where  tem- 
pers are  always  on  edge. 

He  resigned  himself  to  playing  one  small 
part  after  another.  "I  must  have  done  about 
twenty  pictures,  all  told,"  he  said.  "But  al- 
though the  studio  said  they  were  seeking 
some  important  role  for  me,  when  one  did 
come  along,  they  ended  up  by  giving  it  to 
Errol  Flynn  or  George  Brent  or  Gary 
Cooper." 

Jimmy  Stephenson  wasn't  familiar  with  the 
old  Hollywood  habit  of  giving  people  the  well 
known  runaround.  He  was  naive  as  far  as 
the  customs  and  habits  of  the  film  colony 
were  concerned.  He  was  gullible  and  trust- 
ing. It  never  occurred  to  him  that  the  studio 


James  Stephenson  pauses  on  the  spacious  grounds  of  his  newly-built  domicile  in  San  Fer- 
nando Valley.  He  is  within  walking  distance  to  his  studio,  which  is  keeping  him  pretty  busy. 

SCREENLAND 


AN  AMAZING  BARGAIN? 

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ONLY    FOR  ALL 
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James  Stephenson  using  the  "hunt  and  find"  system  on  his  shiny  portable.  This  attractive 
combination  living  room-den  would  even  be  an  inspiration  to  the  most  tardy  letter-writer. 


was  gently  trying  to  shove  him  out.  But 
even  a  passive  Englishman  can  stand  so 
much  and  no  more.  One  morning,  he  hurried 
down  to  see  his  agent.  "If  I  don't  get  some 
better  roles,"  he  demanded  in  a  determined 
voice,  "I'm  going  to  get  myself  another 
agent !" 

It  was  an  irrevocable  edict.  But  it  worked ! 
At  that  time  the  casting  for  "The  Letter'' 
had  already  begun.  It  was  Bette  Davis'  pic- 
ture. She  was  to  star  with  Herbert  Mar- 
shall supporting  her.  'William  Wyler  was  to 
direct.  The  agent  knew  Wyler.  He  rushed 
over  to  see  him  about  giving  the  third  im- 
portant role  of  the  picture  to  Stephenson. 
He  must  have  been  a  darned  good  agent. 
For  even  though  Wyler  had  to  wage  a  bit- 
ter battle  against  the  studio  executives  who 
insisted  on  a  name  actor  for  the  part, 
Stephenson  was  given  a  break. 

"By  this  time,"  Stephenson  confided,  as 
he  crossed  his  long  legs  and  lit  a  fresh 
cigarette,  "I  had  been  thoroughly  fed  up. 
I.  too,  knew  they  were  looking  for  someone 
to  play  the  role  of  Howard  Joyce,  the  law- 
yer. I  couldn't  see  the  sense  of  hiring  an 
outside  player  tor  the  part  when  they  had 
me  under  contract.  And  what  was  even 
more — I  wanted  to  do  that  role  very  badly. 
If  you  know  how  we  Englishmen  feel  about 
Somerset  Maugham  and  his  works,  you  can 
understand  my  anxiety." 

The  first  time  I  saw  Stephenson  was  af- 
ter the  preview  of  "The  Letter."  He  was 
acclaimed  on  all  sides  by  those  very  people 
who  had  recently  ignored  him.  But  there 
wasn't  the  slightest  trace  of  bitterness  in 
his  voice.  There  wasn't  even  evidenced  the 
nuance  of  triumph  or  cockiness  that  the 
average  actor  would  show  at  having  won  a 
point  over  his  studio. 

"Never  did  I  dream  of  the  results  it  would 
bring."  he  told  me  in  his  pleasant,  close- 
clipped  manner.  "All  this  is  very  surpris- 
ing." But  there  was  a  merry  twinkle  in  his 
eyes — and  even  though  he  is  supposed  to  be 
a  combination  of  Errol  Flynn,  Gary  Cooper 
and  Fred  Perry,  the  tennis  player,  James 
Stephenson  reminded  me  more  strongly  of 
Ronald  Colman.  And  like  Colman,  he' has 
the  same  suave,  smooth  man-of-the-world 
manner.  There  is  breeding  and  charm  about 
him.  There  is  an  unpretentious  sophistica- 
tion. Yet  beneath  it  all  lies  a  zestful  en- 
thusiasm for  life  and  an  interest  in  every- 
thing about  him. 

For  a  long  time.  Hollywood  didn't  think 
he  looked  like  a  film  hero.  And  when  he  was 


told  this,  he  asked.  "What  docs  an  actor 
look  like?"  In  this  single,  terse  sentence,  he 
stumped  all  of  his  would-be  critics.  But  a 
few  months  later,  he  had  a  chance  to  find 
the  answer  for  himself.  We  were  waiting  in 
the  lobby  of  the  theater  for  the  preview  of 
"Flight  from  Destiny."  The  print  was  late  in 
arriving.  But  it  gave  us  some  fifteen  or 
twenty  minutes  in  which  to  talk. 

"How  quickly  things  change,"  he  said.  "A 
few  weeks  ago,  I  could  go  anywhere  with- 
out getting  a  second  glance  from  people. 
But  now,  if  I  want  to  go  shopping  I  have 
to  go  on  days  when  the  stores  are  crowded 
so  that  people  will  overlook  me  in  the 
throngs.  And  even  if  they  do  recognize  me, 
thev  insist  on  calling  me  'the  man  from  The 
Letter.' " 

Among  Jimmy's  most  ardent  boosters  is 
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batch  of  newspaper  clippings  to  him.  "Here, 
Jimmy,"  she  said,  "these  should  interest  you 
more  than  they  do  me.  I'm  just  the  woman 
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day's  work  on  "Shining  Victory,"  Bette 
borrowed  a  nurse's  uniform  from  the  ward- 
robe department.  Unobserved  either  by 
Stephenson  or  by  Irving  Rapper  whose  first 
directorial  assignment  this  was,  Bette  waited 
until  it  was  the  nurse's  turn  to  go  on.  There 
was  a  twinkle  of  merriment  in  everyone's 
eye.  But  both  Stephenson  and  Rapper  were 
too  engrossed  in  the  scene  to  understand  the 
reason  for  all  the  surreptitious  giggling 
around  them.  Bette  was  going  through  her 
little  ruse  completely  unobserved.  Suddenly 
both  actor  and  director  were  aware  that 
something  unscheduled  was  happening.  They 
scrutinized  the  nurse  more  closely — and  then 
burst  out  laughing.  Bette  kissed  them  both 
and  wished  them  luck.  For  she  was  deeply 
interested  in  their  individual  successes. 

James  Stephenson  is  definitely  no  glamor 
guy.  He  doesn't  want  to  be  one.  But  still 
there  is  about  him  that  quality  which  causes 
a  feminine  fluttering  of  pulses  whenever  a 
woman  gives  him  one  of  her  inventorial 
glances.  A  bit  over  six  feet  tall,  lanky  and 
hard-muscled,  with  a  thin,  typically  British 
face,  he  is  very  much  the  matinee  idol.  But 
he  himself  doesn't  think  so.  Even  today  he 
scarcely  thinks  of  himself  as  an  actor.  For 
despite  the  fact  that  he  is  thirty-seven, 
Stephenson  didn't  set  foot  on  the  stage  until 
seven  years  ago. 

Born  in  the  village  of  Selby  in  Yorkshire, 
he  had  a  completely  different  sort  of  hero- 
worship — his  particular  idol  being,  of  all 
things,  the  town's  dentist !  Nothing  else  in- 
terested him.  He,  too,  was  determined  to 
devote  his  life  prying  around  ailing  bicus- 
pids and  molars.  However,  he  soon  learned 
there  wasn't  enough  money  in  it  to  justify 

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the  long  training  and  the  work  involved. 
At  the  time,  he  decided  to  "go  toddling 
about"  the  jungles  of  India  and  the  upper 
Sudan  in  Africa.  Soon  he  was  attracting  at- 
tention as  a  big  game  hunter  and  a  naturalist. 

"I  still  can't  figure  out  how  I  ever  be- 
came an  actor,"  he  candidly  confessed.  "I 
never  studied  for  a  career  on  the  stage. 
Never  even  gave  it  a  second  thought.  I'd 
been  in  the  cotton  business  for  years  and  I 
was  quite  satisfied  with  my  prospects.  I  had 
to  do  considerable  traveling  and  I  even  lived 
in  Shanghai  for  a  year.  So  you  see,  it  wasn't 
wanderlust.  I  had  been  a  captain  with  the 
East  Lancashire  regiment,  66th  Division,  in 
service  in  France  during  the  war,  so  it 
wasn't  excitement  or  a  quest  for  thrills  that 
led  me  into  acting.  It  was  simply  an  accident. 

"One  day  a  friend  asked  me  to  help  him 
out  by  taking  a  part  with  the  Burnley 
Drama  Guild.  I  told  him  I  couldn't  act — 
that  I  had  never  done  anything  like  it  in  all 
my  life.  But  he  insisted.  And  I  took  the  role 
of  John  Tanner  in  Shaw's  'Man  and  Super- 
man,' and  if  you  recall,  it's  one  of  the  long- 
est parts  in  any  modern  play.  When  it  was 
over,  I  thought  my  career  as  an  actor  would 
end  then  and  there.  But  no.  The  play  was  a 
success.  And  to  my  surprise  so  was  my  role. 
That  was  the  beginning." 

It  wasn't  that  the  acting  bug  actually  took 
hold  of  Jimmy  after  his  first  taste  of  suc- 
cess. Nor  was  it  his  ideals  about  art  and  the 
theater  either.  It  was  simply  that  acting- 
paid  better  money  than  the  cotton  business. 
From  three  pounds  a  week,  he  skyrocketed 
to  fifty.  And  being  a  clear-headed,  practical 
person,  he  realized  it  was  mighty  difficult  to 
make  that  kind  of  money  in  any  other  field. 


So  during  the  next  four  years,  he  kept  close 
to  the  theater. 

While  honeymooning  in  London,  he  re- 
ceived an  offer  to  appear  in  "Storm  in  a 
Teacup."  By  that  time,  he  was  known 
throughout  England.  Warners  sent  for  him 
to  play  in  "The  Perfect  Crime"  and  he  re- 
mained at  their  British  studios  to  do  four 
other  films. 

"So  you  see,"  he  concluded  with  a  shrug 
of  his  shoulder,  "that's  what  I  meant  when 
I  said  I  was  an  actor  only  by  accident.  I 
never  spent  years  of  struggling  and  study- 
ing and  slaving  to  achieve  it.  It  simply  just 
happened.  That's  all." 

Today,  none  of  the  Hollywood  directors 
call  this  six-foot,  brown-eyed,  resonant 
voiced  Englishman  an  "accidental  actor." 
Anyone  who  can  even  threaten  to  steal  a 
picture  from  Bette  Davis  or  Thomas  Mit- 
chell must  be  gifted  with  an  amount  of 
talent  equal  to  that  of  this  outstanding  pair. 

Even  after  three  years  of  wandering  about 
the  Warner  studio  here  in  Hollywood  doing 
infinitesimal  parts  and  never  once  voicing  an 
objection,  Stephenson  is  still  naive  and  un- 
schooled in  the  ways  of  the  film  colony.  The 
other  day,  Director  Irving  Rapper  noted 
that  between  scenes  in  "Shining  Victory," 
Stephenson  continued  to  look  grim  and  sour. 
Several  other  people  on  the  set  also  noticed 
it  and  said — "Just  like  Muni — he  doesn't 
,  relax  between  scenes."  And  they  were 
greatly  impressed.  But  Rapper  wasn't  satis- 
fied. At  last  he  asked  about  it.  Stephenson 
broke  into  a  painful  grin.  "I'm  glad  you 
asked  about  it,"  he  said.  "I'd  made  up  my 
mind  not  to  complain.  But  the  reason  I'm  so 
sour  and  glum  is  that  the  starched  collar 
on  this  doctor's  gown  is  too  small  and  cut- 
ting my  neck.  It  hurts  quite  badly!" 

Simple  little  incidents  such  as  these  have 
gone  a  long  way  in  endearing  this  droll,  un- 
affected Englishman  to  everyone  who  meets 
him.  They  still  cannot  understand  his  utter 
simplicity  and  his  refusal  to  make  a  fuss 
over  anything.  And  by  degrees,  his  modest 
manner  and  naive  actions  are  becoming 
legendary  not  only  at  his  own  studio  but 
throughout  entire  Hollywood.  He  is  getting 
to  be  just  as  incredible  to  the  movie  colony 
as  the  movie  colony  is  to  him.  Even  after 
being  proclaimed  in  "The  Letter,"  Jimmy 
didn't  want  to  just  sit  around  and  wait. 
Breaking  all  precedents,  this  handsome  smil- 
ing Britisher  graciously  accepted  a  one-day 
acting  job  in  "South  of  Suez,"  and  a  two- 
day  part  in  "Trial  and  Error."  Nowhere 
else  in  Hollywood,  nor  on  the  recent  re- 
cords, has  a  star  like  Jimmy  asked  for  and 
been  given  some  bit  parts  to  play  while 
waiting  for  his  next  assignment  to  come 
along. 

"In  'Shining  Victory,'"  he  told  me,  "I'm 
a  doctor  again.  But  this  time,  a  research 
doctor.  It's  from  the  A.  J.  Cronin  play,  you 
know,  'Jupiter  Laughs.'  "  Before  he  realized 
what  he  was  doing,  he  had  given  me  a 
private  performance  of  the  entire  thing. 
Judging  by  that  little  preview,  even  the  con- 
densed one-man  interpretation  is  equal  to 
his  performance  in  "The  Letter." 

Meanwhile,  James  Stephenson  wanders 
around  his  little  Palisade  cottage  wondering 
what  has  really  happened  to  him  within  the 
past  few  months.  Whenever  the  haze  rises 
up  out  of  the  Pacific  and  rests  languidly 
on  the  mountain  tops,  he  relaxes  a  trifle. 

"When  I  see  that,"  he  explained,  "I  really 
am  convinced  that  I'm  walking  around  in  a 
fog.  After  all,  it  seems  only  yesterday  I  was 
in  the  cotton  goods  business.  It's  hard  to 
believe  what  can  happen  to  one  in  a  short 
time.  And  it's  even  a  trifle  harder  to  get 
accustomed  to  such  a  change." 

Even  the  family  maid  has  had  her  routine 
completely  disrupted.  Talking  to  Mrs. 
Stephenson  the  other  day,  she  said,  "You 
know,  ma'am,  now  that  the  Mister  is  im- 
portant, and  so  many  people  always  callin" 
him,  he  done  better  leave  messages  wherever 
he's  goin'." 


PRINTED  IN  THE  U.S.A.  BY  THE  CUNEO  PRESS,  INC. 


YOU  HAVE  THE  LOVELIEST  EYES  ! 


"Why  let  other 
girls  get  all  the 
thrilling  compli- 
ments," said  a 
smart  young  wo- 
man   we  know. 
"I've  proved  for 
jyself  that  Maybelline  does  make  a 
iference.  Now,  men  often  say  nice 
jings  about  my  eyes". 
Maybelline  Eye  Make-up  is  truly 
jorifying,  because  it's  natural-looking. 
;our  lashes  are  perfectly  lovely  with 
aybelline  Mascara,  created  for  real- 
i;:ic  effect  —  never  stiff  or  gummy, 
ou  know,  Nature  fades  out  all  eye- 
jjshes  at  the  ends.  Darkened  to  the 
tery  tips,  they  appear  much  longer 
,jid  more  luxuriant!  Then  see  how 
impressive  your  brows  are,  when 
j|early  defined  and  tapered  gracefully 
ith  the  Maybelline  smooth-marking 
vebrow  Pencil.  And  there's  a  soft 
ieen  for  eyelids... 

flattering  back- 
round  for  eyes, 
1  a  touch  of  subtle 
ye  Shadow.  Make 
jour  eyes  irresist- 
)ly  enchanting 
pday — with  genu- 
le  Maybelline 
!ye  Beauty  Aids, 
landy  purse  sizes 
t  all  10c  counters. 


WORLD'S       LARGEST-SELLING       EYE      BEAUTY  AIDS 


IF  IT'S  LOVE  you're  after — and  when 
you  come  right  down  to  it  who  isn't 
— remember  this  Number  1  rule:  Don't 
be  careless  about  your  breath. 

Without  an  agreeable  breath,  your 
charm,  personality,  good  looks,  and  at- 
tractive clothes  count  for  little.  Just  ask 
yourself:  Could  you  be  interested  for 
long  in  a  man  whose  breath  would  knock 
you  down?  Of  course  you  couldn't!  Nor 
could  you  expect  a  man  to  be  interested 
in  you  if  your  breath  were  off-color. 

Guard  Against  It 

Don't  take  foolish  risks  in  friendships, 
romance,  and  popularity.  It's  often  so 


easy  to  put  your  breath 
on  the  more  agreeable 
side  with  Listerine.  And 
the  precaution  is  as 
easy  as  it  is  delightful. 

Before  business  and 
social  engagements,  just  rinse  the  mouth 
with  Listerine  Antiseptic.  Almost  im- 
mediately your  breath  becomes  fresher, 
sweeter,  less  likely  to  offend. 

Halts,  Fermentation  Quick 

Although  sometimes  systemic,  the 
major  cause  of  breath  odors,  according 
to  some  authorities,  is  the  fermentation 
of  tiny  food  •particles   in  the  mouth. 


Listerine  Antiseptic  halts  this  fermen- 
tation and  then  overcomes  the  odors 
themselves. 

Don't  forget  this  easy,  pleasant,  invig- 
orating Listerine  Antiseptic  precaution. 
It  may  mean  the  difference  between  an 
evening  that's  a  wonder  and  one  that's  a 
washout ...  a  boyfriend  who's  for  you  in- 
stead of  against  you.  If  you've  got  a  date 
tonight,  remember  Listerine  Antiseptic. 


LISTERINE   FOR    HALITOSIS    (bad  breath) 


DEI  If 

GRABLE 

and 
GEORGE 

RAFT- 
ON  FIRE! 


I  Still  Prefer  BING! '  By  Dixie  Lee  CROSBY 

OSCAR  LEVANT:  SOURPUSS  TO  SWEETIE-PIE 
RMEN  Ml 


WESTMORE'S 


WINS  A  MM  FOR  MARY! 


Ellen  Drew,  Starring  in  the  Paramount  Picture,  "Reach- 
Ing  for  the  Sun,    with  make-up  by  Wally  Westmore 


I  had  a  date  with  Bob  to  go  to 
the  movies  . .  his  attentions  had 
been  sort  of  half  hearted  so  it 
worried  me  when  I  noticed  that 
my  complexion  was  having  one 
of  its  "dull"  days. 


I  remembered  what  an  ad  said 
about  Westmore  Foundation 
Cream  and  Powder  .  .  .  how  it 
covered  up  that  sallow,  spotty 
look,  those  tired  shadows,  with 
a  flattering  "film  of  beauty." 


I  decided  to  try  it . . .  found  there 
were  four  skin  tones  in  the 
Foundation  Cream,  and  eight 
blending  tones  in  the  Face  Pow- 
der to  choose  from.  I  took  the 
shades  most  flattering  to  me. 


Honestly,  it  was  remarkable  what 
a  difference  it  made  in  my  looks 
. . .  smooth,  fresh,  glowing — "star- 
lovely"!  I  really  felt  glamorous 
when  Bob  came  for  me!  And  the 
look  in  his  eyes  told  me  lots! 


We  went  to  see  Ellen  Drew  in  the 
Paramount  picture,  "Reaching 
for  the  Sun" — and  there  on  the 
screen  I  saw  the  film  credit, 
"Make-up  by  Westmore."  The 
same  make-up  I  was  using! 


It  was  a  wonderful  evening.  Bob 
held  my  hand  when  the  picture 
made  me  cry  a  little.  But  the  tears 
didn't  hurt  my  make-up  I  found, 
when  I  glanced  in  my  mirror.  It 
was  fresh  and  lovely  as  ever! 


Afterwards  Bob  told  me  I  looked 
beautiful.  I  thought  (but  didn't 
say),  "Why  shouldn't  I ...  using 
the  same  make- up  as  Ellen  Drew?" 
I  used  Westmore  rouge,  lipstick 
and  eye  make-up,  too! 


I  honestly  believe,  as  Westmore 
says,  that  using  the  combination 
of  Westmore  Foundation  Cream 
and  Powder  will  makeanjonflook 
lovelier. They're  only  500  each  . . . 
Smaller  sizes  at  variety  stores,  250! 


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"A  LOVELY  SMILE  IS  YOUR  MOST 
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say  well-known  beauty  editors  of 
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In  a  recent  poll  made  among  the  beauty 
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of  these  beauty  experts  agreed  that  a  lovely 
smile  is  a  woman's  most  precious  asset. They 
went  on  to  say  that  "Even  a  plain  girl  has 
charm  and  personality  if  she  keeps  her 
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Smiles  gain  sparkle  when  gums 
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YOU  CAN  HAVE  dates  and  dances- 
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she  keeps  her  smile  at  its  sparkling  best. 

Make  your  smile  the  real,  attractive 
YOU.  But  remember,  bright  teeth  and 
sparkling  smiles  depend  largely  upon 
healthy  gums.  So  help  keep  your  gums 
firm  and  your  smile  more  attractive  with 
the  aid  of  Ipana  and  massage. 

If  you  ever  see  "pink "  on  your  tooth 


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many  dentists.he  may  suggest  "the  health- 
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For  Ipana  Tooth  Paste  not  only  cleans 
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time  you  clean  your  teeth. 

That  special  invigorating  "tang" 
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In  with  the  Mayflowers  comes  a  truly 
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June,  1941  Vol.  XLIII,  No.  2 

EVERY  STORY  A  FEATURE 

The  Editor's  Page  Delight  Evans  19 

Hollywood  Whirl  Len  Weissman  20 

George  Raft  and  Betty  Grable  on  Fire!  Liza  24 

Oscar  Levant:  Sourpuss  to  Sweetie-Pie!  „  .  .Ida  Zeitlin  26 

First  Winner  of  the  6-Star  Contest 

As  selected  by  Jeanette  MacDonald  28 

"The  Cowboy  and  the  Blonde"  Complete  Fictioniza+ion 

Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  30 

"I  Still  Prefer  Bing!"  Dixie  Lee  Crosby  32 

Shall  I  Marry  an  Actress?  Glenn  Ford  Maude  Cheatham  34 

Confessions  of  a  Fatalist  Walter  Pidgeon 

As  told  to  Gladys  Hall  51 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 

Carmen  Miranda  Turns  On  Love!  Hot  and  Cold!  Charles  Darnton  54 

SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

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Lewis,  Bette  Davis,  Gary  Cooper,  Joan  Leslie  and  her  sister,  Mary 
Brodel,  Veronica  Lake,  Philip  Dorn,  Ann  Sothern,  The  Most  Beautiful 
Still  of  the  Month. 

DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot  from  Hollywood   6 

Screenland's  Crossword  Puzzle  Alma  Talley  8 

Tagging  the  Talkies   10 

Fans'  Forum   12 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes  Gene  Tierney  Betty  Boone  14 

Honor  Page  '.   16 

Flying  Colors  for  Summer — Fashions   56 

"The  Bride  Wore  White"  Courtenay  Marvin  61 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  62 

Yours  for  Loveliness   82 

Cover  Portrait  of  CAROLE  LANDIS 


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SCREENLAND 


It's  annoying  when  your  partner  trumps  your  ace 


but  not  half  so 
annoying  as 


infectious 


dandruff 


At  the  fast  sign  of  trouble 


LISTERINE 


WHAT  makes  the  infectious  type  of  dandruff 
so  annoying,  so  distressing,  are  those  trou- 
blesome flakes  on  collar  or  dress  .  .  .  and  the 
scalp  irritation  and  itching  .  .  .  that  so  often 
accompany  the  condition. 

If  you've  got  the  slightest  evidence  of  this 
common  form  of  dandruff,  act  now  before  it 
gets  worse. 

Has  Helped  Thousands 

Start  right  in  with  Listerine  Antiseptic  and 
massage.  This  is  the  medical  treatment  that 
has  shown  such  amazing  results  in  a  substantial 
majority  of  clinical  test  cases  .  .  .  the  treatment 
that  has  also  helped  thousands  of  other  people. 

You,  too,  may  find  it  as  helpful  as  it  is  delight- 
ful. Listerine  is  so  easy,  so  simple  to  use,  and 
so  stimulating!  You  simply  douse  it  on  the  scalp 
morning  and  night  and  follow  with  vigorous 
and  persistent  massage. 

Thousands  of  users  have  marvelled  at  how 
flakes  and  scales  begin  to  disappear,  how  much 
cleaner  and  healthier  their  scalps  appear.  And 
remember: 

Kills  "Botile  Bacillus" 

Listerine  Antiseptic  kills  millions  of  germs 
on  scalp  and  hair,  including  Pityrosporum 
Ovale,  the  strange  "Bottle  Bacillus"  recognized 
by  outstanding  dandruff  specialists  as  a  causa- 
tive agent  of  infectious  dandruff. 

This  germ-killing  action,  we  believe,  helps  to 
explain  why,  in  a  clinical  test,  76%  of  dandruff 
patients  showed  either  complete  disappearance 
of  or  marked  improvement  in  the  symptoms  of 
dandruff  within  a  month. 

Lambert  Pharmacal  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 

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5 


THAT  great  guy  Gable  undoubtedly  holds 
a  consuming  fascination  for  the  opposite 
sex  and  there  is  no  denying  he  has  a  great 
way  with  the  ladies.  But  even  heart-throb 
Gable  has  weaknesses  that  all  his  feminine 
fans  know  nothing  about.  No  one  ever 
brags  about  Gable's  prowess  at  tripping 
the  light  fantastic.  In  "The  Uniform,"  his 
dancing  scene  with  Rosalind  Russell  had 
necessarily  to  be  done  without  any  music. 
So  Clarence  Brown,  the  director,  sat  out 
of  camera  range  and  waved  his  arms  in 
frantic,  exaggerated  motions  to  simulate 
the  beat  of  the  orchestra.  Clark  tried  again 
and  again  to  walk  over,  take  Rosalind  in 
his  arms,  and  start  dancing  on  the  right 
beat.  Mr.  Brown  was  very  patient  but 
finally  Clark,  himself,  shouted,  "Holy 
smokes,  if  you  expect  me  to  get  this  right 
will  you  hum  or  something,  so  I  know  what 
I'm  doing!"  So,  with  Clarence  Brown 
humming,  and  his  sophisticated  helpmate, 
Roz,  giving  him  a  knowing  and  forceful 
helping  hand,  great  guy  Gable  was  prodded 
through  a  simple  dancing  scene  that '  was 
a  great  ordeal  for  him.  Imagine,  with 
Rosalind  Russell  as  his  partner,  too.  Well, 
it  goes  to  show  you,  you  can't  have  every- 
thing !  Gable  finally  pranced  with  polished 
finesse. 


YOU'LL  see  a  different  Sonja  Henie  in 
"Sun  Valley,"  her  first  movie  since  she 
became  Mrs.  Dan  Topping.  In  person  she 
appears  much  thinner,  and  is,  by  almost 
eight  pounds.  Her  hair,  inexplainably, 
seems  much  lighter.  When  we  were  ushered 
onto  the  special  ice  rink  stage  that  20th 
Century  paid  very  nearly  $50,000  to  rig  up 
for  her  pictures,  she  was  practicing  over 
and  over  again  the  routines  she  already  had 
down  pat  for  her  new  numbers.  She  was 
dressed,  not  in  her  usual  outfit  resembling 
a  ballet  skirt,  but  in  an  abbreviated,  close- 
fitting  costume  like  a  bathing  suit.  She 
looked  more  than  ever  like  a  blonde,  dimpled 
kewpie.  If  you  thought  Sonja's  spins  in 
her  other  pictures  were  fast,  wait  till  you 
see  her  in  her  streamlined  version.  You 
will,  too,  because  she'll  try  out  her  dis- 
covery in  "Sun  Valley."  "I've  found," 
Sonja  said,  "that  wearing  this  tight-fitting 
costume  gives  me  much  more  facility.  In 
one  number  I  have  almost  doubled  the 
speed  of  my  spins  by  shedding  the  resist- 
ance that  full  skirts  give  me.  Watch !"  she 
warned.  With  that,  she  swirled  away  in  an 
effortless  glide,  slowly  gained  speed,  and 
then  suddenly  went  into  a  fantastic  spin 
that  melted  her  figure  into  a  blur.  You'll 
see  her  do  it  in  "Sun  Valley." 


THE  seemingly  superior  attitudes  of  Orson 
I  Welles  still  make  Hollywood  gasp  in 
misunderstanding  and  despair.  The  boy 
wonder's  proven  versatility  keeps  a  lot  of 
his  supposed  admirers  here  in  the  throes 
of  deepest  envy.  All  through  the  many 
weeks  of  legal  lambasting  promised  him  it 
he  didn't  change  his  "Citizen  Kane"  to  be 
less  revealing,  Orson  busily  consummated 
more  diverse  artistic  endeavors  than  any 
other  four  chosen  Hollywood  big  names. 
Between  the  numerous  threats  of  doom  to 
his  artistic  life,  and  his  stubborn  determina- 
tion to  do  as  he  pleased,  the  wonderful  Mr. 
Welles  carried  on  as  if  nothing  at  all  was 
out  of  the  ordinary.  The  only  annoying 
thing  about  the  complications  arising  over 
whether  he  could,  or  could  not,  show  his 
first  picture  was  that  the  threatened  legal 
actions  tied  him  up,  for  many  tedious  hours 
at  a  time,  in  lawyers'  offices.  But  he  man- 
aged, on  the  side,  to  direct  the  stage  version 
of  "Native  Son,"  he  startlingly  sandwiched 
in  an  amazing  lecture  tour  and,  when  he 
felt  like  it,  he  gave  the  air  waves  more 
astonishing  examples  of  his  bent  for  ether 
dramatics.  He  did  a  little  writing  on  the 
side.  He  finally  shot  the  retakes  that  would 
make  the  showing  of  his  picture  possible, 
and  what's  more,  he  kept  languid  Dolores 
Del  Rio  on  the  emotional  qui  viz'c. 

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Bob  Hope  is  "Caught  in  the  Draft" — and  seems  to 
like  it!  We  don't  wonder  why,  if  it  includes  an  armful 
of  Dorothy  Lamour — and  hi-jinks  with  film  teammates 
Eddie  Bracken  and  Lynne  Overman,  above.  Every 
movie  fan,  boys  in  service,  will  be  watching  for  this. 


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STUART  ERWIN  •  EUGENE  PALLETTE  •  JACK  CARSON  •  GEORGE  TOBIAS  •  HARRY  DAVENPORT  •  Directed  by  WILLIAM  KEIGHLEY 

Screen  Flay  by  Julius  J.  and  Philip  G.  Epstein  •  From  the  Story  by  Kenneth  Earl  and  M.  M.  Musselman 


Delight  Evans'  Reviews  on  Pages  52-53 


3 


KIDS 


m (itched  ma  ke  -  up 

You'll  look  lovely  in  Irresistible's  enchanting  new  lip- 
stick .  . .  for  "Pink  Rose"  is  a  rich,  rosy  red  .  . .  the  sea- 
son's smartest,  most  flattering  shade.  Blends  brilliantly 
with  all  the  new  fashionable  clothes  colors.  It's  a 
creamy-soft,  non-drying  lipstick  that  goes  on  easily 
ajid  stays  on  longer,  because  it's  Whip-Text,  the  secret 
Irresistible  way!  Try  other  Irresistible  favorites ...  the 
ever-popular  Candy  Stripe,  a  true  red...  or,  vibrant 
School  House  Red,  the  brightest  red  of  them  all. 
Matching  Rouge.  Powder  and  Foundation. 

STAYS  LOGGER... 
SMOOTHER 


10C  AT  ALL 
5  &  10<  STORES 


Mother's  Day  PERFUME  SURPRISE! 

New!  The  bonnie  bonnet  box 
with  Irresistible's  gay  be- 
witching perfume!  A  tribute 
to  Mother's  youthful  spirit... 
a  compliment  to  her  charm. 

IRRESISTIBLE  PERFUME  10* 


The  Sea  Wolf— Warners 

Tack  London  was  noted  for  his  grim 
and  gripping  tales  of  the :  sea His  char- 
acters come  to  life  with  Edward  G.  Robin- 
son as  the  brutal  captain  of  the  Chost 
John  Garfield  as  the  convict  who  sought 
anonymity  on  this  hell  ship  and  Ida 
So,  the  reformatory  girl  rescued 
Trom  a  ferry  disaster.  Alexander  Knox 
Says  the  role  of  the  writer  in  a  manner 
London  himself  would  have  liked  Finedy 
acted.  Nature— man  and  sea— m  the  raw. 


The  Lady  from  Cheyenne—  Universal 

Some  wit,  male  of  course,  once  said 
"all  female  children  should  be  drowned 
at  birth  "  We  hope  Loretta  Young's  engag- 
ino-  performance  as  leader  of  a  woman  s 
suffrage  group  changes  his  cynical  mind 
a  mite  We  think  it  will.  Edward  Arnold 
is  tops  in  his  meanie  role.  His  unscrupu- 
lous tactics  transforms  Annie  (Loretta) 
from  a  naive  schoolmarm  into  a  spirited, 
flirtatious  lobbyist.  Robert  Preston,  Frank 
Craven  and  many  others,  excellently  cast. 


Las  Vegas  Nights— Paramount 

Virtually  plotless,  you'll  agree  it  doesn't 
matter.  Gags  galore,  some  old,  some  new. 
Tommy  Dorsey's  in  it  too.  Norma  (Con- 
stance Moore),  her  two  sisters  and 
brother-in-law  Bert  Wheeler,  go  to  Las 
Vegas  to  claim  an  inheritance.  Hank 
Ladd  tries  to  chisel  them  out  of  their  full 
share.  Bill  (Phil  Regan)  falls  in  love 
with  Norma  and,  even  though  his  father 
■  is  behind  Hank's  deal,  outwits  the  pair. 
m   Silly  but  pleasant.  Hank's  worth  watching. 


Man  Made  Monster— Universal 

For  those  who  like  "electric"  thrills 
traipsing  along  their  spine,  this  film 
obliges.  It's  about  a  man,  Lon  Chaney, 
Jr  who  is  immune  to  death  when  elec- 
tricity is  bolted  through  his  body.  Samuel 
S  Hinds  electro-biologist,  becomes  in- 
terested in  Chaney.  Lionel  Atwill,  a  mad 
o-enius,  experiments  on  the  subject.  Chaney, 
super-charged,  becomes  a  monster  and 
kills  Hinds.  Good,  provided  horror  stutt 
ao-rees   with  vour  high  blood  pressure. 


Rage  in  Heaven — M-G-M 

Philip  Monrell  (Robert  Montgomery) 
is  insanely  jealous  of  his  friend  Ward 
(George  Sanders),  and  plans  to  kill  him 
because  he  believes  his  wife  Stella  ( Ingrid 
Bergman),  is  having  an  affair  with  him. 
Frustrated  in  this,  Philip  commits  suicide 
in  a  manner  that  points  to  murder.  Ward 
is  sentenced  to  death  but  is  saved  by  a 
matter  of  minutes.  A  tense,  somber  drama 
beautifully,  portrayed  by  polished  artists. 
Femmes  will  adore  Sanders  as  a  hero. 


10 


SCREENLAND 


A  Man  Betrayed— Republic 

"Crime  does  not  pay,"  is  the  mes- 
sage. There's  the  all-powerful  po- 
litical boss;  the  honest  small-town 
lawyer ;  the  boss'  fetching  daughter 
and  the  inevitable  denouement  when 
the  corrupt  machine  is  exposed. 
John  Wayne  is  suspicious  of  the 
circumstances  surrounding  his 
friend's  demise.  Edward  Ellis  balks 
his  investigation,  announces  the 
case  closed.  Lovely  Frances  Dee  is 
torn  between  loyalty  to  her  parent 
and  love  for  clean-cut  John  Wayne. 


The  Penalty — M-G-M 

Roosty  (Gene  Reynolds)  idolizes 
his  father,  Stuff  Nelson  (Edward 
Arnold),  killer-bank  robber.  Stuff 
teaches  his  son  the  "fine  art"  of 
crime.  G-Men  pursue  the  pair  and 
Stuff's  paramour,  Julie  (Veda  Ann 
Borg).  An  exciting  highlight  oc- 
curs when  police  surround  their 
hideaway.  Lionel  Barrymore  plays 
a  small  but  effective  part  as  the 
old  farmer  who  helps  rehabilitate 
Roosty.  Young  Reynolds  and  Arn- 
old lend  credibility  to  their  roles. 


Back  in  the  Saddle— Republic 

Gene  Autry,  Republic's  pride  and 
joy,  is  foreman  of  a  large  ranch. 
Trouble  brews  when  cattle  die  in 
droves  from  a  polluted  stream.  Sur- 
rounding ranchmen  select  Gene  to 
put  an  end  to  the  situation.  Tom 
Bennett  (Edward  Norris)  organ- 
izes a  party  to  shoot  it  out  with  the 
culprits.  Plenty  of  gun  action  fol- 
lows. Smiley  Burnette,  cute  Mary 
Lee  and  Jacqueline  Wells  head  the 
cast.  Autry's  in  the  saddle,  singing 
and  shooting.  Who  can  ask  for  more  ? 


Even  a  Mask  can't  disguise 
the  Girl  who  needs  Mum! 


Guard  underarms  a 
Use  Mum  every  day 

JUNE  isn't  fooling  anyone!  Behind  that 
mask  there  are  tears— under  the  mas- 
querade there  is  heartache!  June  wants 
the  admiration  other  girls  rate  — a  rush 
from  the  stag  line,  popularity  and  a  man 
to  call  her  own!  But  underarm  odor  is 
no  help  to  popularity. 

The  sad  part  of  it  is  a  girl  can  offend 
and  never  even  suspect  she's  at  fault.  She 
trusts  her  bath  alone,  but  a  bath  can  fail 
her.  A  bath  only  takes  care  of  past  per- 
spiration—smart girls  depend  on  Mum 
to  prevent  risk  of  odor  to  come.  Just  one 
quick  dab  of  Mum  under  each  arm- 
takes  only  30  seconds  — and  your  bath 


gainst  telltale  odor. 
— before  every  date! 

freshness  lasts  all  day  or  all  evening  long. 

Every  single  day  — and  before  every 
date— play  safe  with  easy,  sure  Mum. 

QUICK!  A  dab  under  each  arm  — and 
you're  through.  Takes  only  30  seconds- 
can  be  used  even  after  you're  dressed. 

SAFE!  Mum  has  the  American  Institute 
of  Laundering  Seal  as  being  harmless  to 
any  kind  of  fabric.  So  safe  it  can  be  used 
even  after  underarm  shaving! 

SURE!  If  you  want  to  be  popular— get 
Mum  today.  Long  after  your  bath  has 
ceased  to  be  effective,  Mum  will  go  righc 
on  guarding  your  charm! 


For  Sanitary  Napkins 

More  women  use  Mum  for 
Sanitary  Napkins  than  any 
other  deodorant.  Mum  is 
safe  . . .  guards  against  un- 
pleasantness. 


TAKES  THE  ODOR  OUT  OF  PERSPIRATION 


SCREENLAND 


FIRST  PRIZE  LETTER 
$10.00 

My  father  used  to  say  that  when  he  put 
his  arm  around  a  girl,  he  wanted  to  know 
she  was  there.  In  other  words,  dad  liked  to 
see  a  good,  strong,  healthy,  plump  girl. 

He  would  have  had  small  temptation 
among  the  ladies  of  Hollywood.  I  have 
never  seen  a  more  emaciated,  hollow- 
cheeked,  slab-sided  lot  of  females  in  my 
life.  They  have  dieted  not  only  the  flesh 
from  their  bones,  but  the  sparkle  from  their 
eyes,  the  spring  from  their  walk,  and  the 
lire  from  their  acting.  Their  thin,  pipestem 
legs  carry  them  languidly  from  one  scene 
to  the  next,  and  their  skinny  arms  around 
the  hero's  neck  remind  one  of  the  love- 
making  of  a  wraith  rapidly  running  out  of 
ectoplasm. 

We  hear  on  all  sides  the  old  cry  that  the 
camera  adds  ten  pounds  to  any  actress' 
weight.  Well,  what  of  it?  This  country 
needs  more  girls  who  aren't  ashamed  or 
afraid  to  weigh  what  a  woman  should 
weigh.  It  needs  girls  who  look  womanly. 
It  needs  girls  whose  ambition  is  more  to  a 
healthy  future  than  toward  size  twelves. 

Give  us  back  our  WOMEN! 
CHRISTOPHER  BOWEN,  Columbus,  Ohio 

SECOND  PRIZE  LETTER 
$5.00 

I  am  an  elderly  man  and  not  a  great 
movie-goer;  I  prefer  quiet  evenings  at 
home  playing  chess.  However,  last  week 
my  wife  and  daughter  kept  after  me  to  see 
some  movie  that  had  come  to  town — 
"Strawberry  Blonde,"  they  called  it;  said 
it  would  bring  back  memories,  and  so  on  ; 
to  keep  the  family  peace,  I  put  on  my  hat 
and  went  to  see  it. 

Well,  I  recognized  the  costumes  and  the 
manners,  the  slang  and  the  songs  as  the 
ones  in  favor  when  I  first  came  to  America. 
I  remember;  especially  the  one  about  St. 
Louis,  Louie.  I  lived  in  Brooklyn  then  and 
the  hurdy-gurdy  men  played  it  at  every 
corner. 

Frankly,  the  names  of  actors  and  ac- 
tresses never  stay  in  my  mind  very  long; 
however,  the  little  girl  who  played  Amy — 
the  one  with  the  cutest  wink  I  ever  saw, 
the  kind  of  wink  nobody  had  forty  years 
ago — I'll  remember  her.  Her  nanje  is  Olivia 
de  Havilland.  (  1  won't  forget  it — that's  the 
kind  of  a  hairpin  I  am.) 

ISRAEL  KATZ,  Brockton,  Mass. 

FIVE  PRIZE  LETTERS 
$1.00  Each 

Bern?  a  widow  with  a  slim  budget  and 
three  children  of  school  age,  keeps  me  busy 


trying  to  keep  our  heads  above  water. 

Dimes  up  to  two  bits  for  movies  are  not 
very  plentiful  but  we  still  find  a  few  for 
that  necessary  purpose.  Of  course,  the  chil- 
dren get  the  lion's  share  of  our  movie- 
going,  but  that  doesn't  mean  that  their 
mother  is  left  out.  The  children  cooperate, 
and  all  of  us  saving,  lay  aside  the  price  of 
an  occasional  movie  for  mother,  too. 

To  me,  the  movies  are  always  an  intensely 
interesting  interval  away  from  my  busy 
and,  oftentimes,  anxious  life.  I've  never  had 
the  opportunity  to  see  so  many  of  them  that 
my  keen  enjoyment  of  them  is  dulled. 
Every  time  I  get  to  see  one  it  is  a  real 
occasion  to  me. 

To  many,  my  way  of  living  would  be 
very  unsatisfactory.  If  they  couldn't  see  at 
least  one  movie  a  day,  they  would  prob- 
ably feel  cheated,  while  if  I  get  to  see  one 
a  week,  I  feel  I've  been  particularly  fa- 
vored. I've  found,  too,  that  even  one  movie 
a  week  often  means  the  difference  between 
merely  existing  and  enjoyable  living.  Some 
day — and  I  hope  it  isn't  too  far  away — I 
hope  I'll  be  privileged  to  enjoy  more  of  the 
interesting  and  economical  entertainment 
and  recreation  offered  by  the  movies.  Until 
that  time,  I'll  continue  to  enjoy  and  ap- 
preciate the  few  I  now  get  to  see. 

RUTH  C.  WESLEY,  Zanesville,  Ohio 


Did  you  hear  me  scream  last  Saturday 
around  ten-fifteen  C.S.T.?  No?  It's  a  won- 
der because  I  had  just  seen  "Blondie  Plays 
Cupid,"  and,  boy,  did  I  boil !  There  was 
Glenn  Ford,  the  reason  I  went  to  see  the 
movie,  practically  bound  and  gagged.  They 
just  stuck  him  in  the  corner  and  forgot 
about  him.  For  the  love  of  Pete,  why  Glenn 
Ford?  I  thought  the  corner  was  the  ex- 
clusive property  of  Baby  Dumpling. 

But  you  just  stop,  look,  and  listen.  You 
just  wait  and  watch  the  Ford  boy  shoot 
skyward.  He's  talented  with  the  looks  and 
personality  of  the  "boy  around  the  corner," 
the  one  we  all  know  and  like.  T'll  bet  "So 
Ends  Our  Night"  will  prove  my  prediction 
to  be  correct ;  so  mark  my  words. 

IRENE  McMANUS,  Omaha,  Nebr. 


Last  night  I  saw  "Come  Live  With  Me" 
and  noted  the  disheartening  fact  that  Hedy 
Lamarr  is  still  kicking  with  her  usual  lack 
of  animation.  Considering  that  fans  and 
critics  have  been  practically  unanimous  in 
lamenting  her  lack  of  histrionic  ability, 
why,  oh  why  do  the  producers  insist  upon 
thrusting  that  beautiful  morsel  down  our 
throats  ?  For  the  entire  length  of  the  pic- 
ture she  stood  about  looking  soulful.  Not 


RIGHT  OR  WRONG— WRITE! 

Don't  tell  it  to  Sweeney,  fans,  tell  it 
to  Screenland.  What  you  have  to 
say,  be  it  for  or  agin',  means  much  to 
movie  makers — and  to  us.  A  "back  to 
the  feminine  curves"  movement  is  a 
happy  suggestion.  Men  don't  like  girls 
who  have  to  stand  twice  in  one  place 
to  cast  a  shadow,  or  whose  bones  rat- 
tle when  they  walk.  See  what  we  mean  ? 
What's  right  or  wrong  with  the  mov- 
ies? With  Screenland?  We  can  take 
it.  Don't  include  the  ills  of  the  world ; 
tell  that  to  Sweeney.  Cash  in  on  your 
views.  Monthly  prizes  of  $10.00,  $5.00 
and  five  of  $1.00  each.  Closing  date, 
25th  of  the  month. 

Please  address  your  letters  to 
Screenland's  Fans'  Forum,  45  West 
45th  Street,  New  York,  N.  Y 


once  did  she  come  alive. 

But  not  even  an  inanimate  heroine  can 
cramp  Jimmy  Stewart's  style.  How  I  adore 
the  droll  way  he  goes  around  peering 
through  his  eyebrows !  He's  good  because 
he's  a  natural.  Take  the  boy  next  door  and 
a  measure  of  genius ;  mix  well,  and  you 
have — Jimmy  Stewart.  And  may  I  add  a 
word  of  commendation  for  Adeline  De  Walt 
Reynolds?  As  the  adorable  old  grand- 
mother, she  was  superb. 

Yes,  the  picture  was  a  success  in  spite  of 
Hedy's  persisting  in  getting  beautifully  in 
the  way.  But  really — if,  as  is  evident,  her 
sole  talent  lies  in  looking  decorative,  then 
why  not  hang  her  on  the  wall  where  pretty 
pictures  belong  and  let  the  real  actors  go 
on  with  the  show  ? 

EILEEN  WARREN,  Fairfield,  Wash. 


The  motion  picture  theaters-  take  in  well 
over  $600,000,000  a  year  from  us  Amer- 
icans. That  means  many  people  attend  the 
movies.  Like  most  people,  I  enjoy  good  pic- 
tures, but  the  reason  for  my  writing  this 
letter  on  my  twenty-third  birthday  is  that 
I  think  something  should  be  done  about  the 
popcorn  problem  in  movie  houses.  The 
other  night  I  had  to  move  three  times,  un- 
til I  got  to  feel  like  a  fugitive  from  noisy 
bags  of  popcorn. 

LEON  ARNOLD  MULLER,  Chicago,  111. 


What  is  this  myopia  that  afflicts  the  film 
producers?  Why  can't  they  recognize  a 
unique  personality  when  they  have  it  under 
contract?  They  unearth  their  starlets  in 
beauty  parlors,  on  college  campuses,  in 
night  clubs ;  set  the  Westmores  to  work  on 
them,  tog  them  out  in  five  hundred  dollars' 
worth  of  clothes,  pay  their  publicity  agents 
to  dream  up  titles  like  "ping  girls." 
"oomphatic  girls"  (though  in  some  cases 
"lymphatic"  would  be  more  apt),  and  when 
these  manufactured  marvels  are  loosed  on 
the  public  and  received  with  apathy,  "the 
public  doesn't  know  what  it  wants." 

My  particular  peeve  is  the  mishandling 
and  neglect  of  Priscilla  Lane.  The  casting 
of  this  little  girl  as  an  insipid  ingenue  or 
an  unhappy  wife  and  tragic  mother  is  the 
grossest  waste  in  pictures.  Her  bright 
youth,  her  tininess  and  daintiness,  her  won- 
derful childlike  charm  should  be  given 
scope  in  roles  such  as  the  late  Marguerite 
Clark  played  so  believably. 

Rescue  our  Priscilla  before  she  drops 
into  the  oblivion  which  awaits  the  per- 
petually-miscast player.  Give  her  a  chance 
to  display  her  talents  and  her  matchless 
personality.  And  watch  her  become  the 
most  popular  star  on  the  screen. 

E.  M.  HILL,  Pittsburgh,  Pa. 


12 


HONORABLE  MENTION 

I  don't  like  knockers,  except  on  doors, 
and  then  only  when  used  with  discretion. 
Mr.  Mook  dishes  out  "Medals  and  Birds" 
with  a  high  hand,  so  I'm  sure  he  won't 
mind  if  I  take  a  few  pen  shots  at  some  of 
his  clay  pigeons. 

For  instance,  that  nasty  little  bird  he 
sent  to  Nelson  Eddy  is  returning  with  his 
tail  feathers  plucked.  He  talked  too  much 
for  a  bird.  And  the  one  to  Ricardo  Cortez 
is  being  held  for  observation.  I  think  he's 
nuts.  And  John  Barrymore,  well,  he  may 
be  a  clown  in  private  life,  but  I  still  think 
he's  a  great  actor.  So  if  you'll  just  send 
him  an  eagle  (a  young  eagle  please,  he  likes 
'era-  young)  I  won't  take  a  shot  at  him. 
And  Pat  Lane — Pat  is  young,  Mr.  Mook, 
she'll  learn.  Look  at  Katy  Hepburn,  she's 
almost  human  now.  Just  send  Pat  a  dove, 
will  you? 

LOUISE  MERRILL,  Asheville,  N.  C. 


What  to  do  !  What  to  do !  My  youngster's 
favorite  actor  is  Humphrey  Bogart,  that 
grand  actor  whose  undeniable  talent  is  be- 
ing wasted  on  gangster  roles.  Every  pic- 
ture shows  him  either  "going  in"  or  "com- 
ing out"  of  the  hoosegow.  Gosh,  he's  so 
realistic  I  unconsciously  look  around  for 
my  purse  when  he  comes  on  the  screen — 
which  is  GOOD  ACTING  but  bad  policy. 

There's  no  good  excuse  for  feeding  the 
minds  of  children  such  harmful  dope. 
Wrong  notions  imbibed  early  can  do  serious 
harm,  I  believe.  Bogart,  a  finished  actor, 
would  fit  into  many  "good"  roles ;  so 
Humphrey — why  not  stage  a  one-man 
revolution  ? 

MRS.  RUTH  QUATTROCCHI, 

Hannibal,  Mo. 


A  salute  to  "Arizona!"  At  last  a  picture 
with  an  Indian  fight  in  which  no  horses 
were  tripped.  So  often  I  have  gasped  and 
shuddered  when  witnessing  the  so-called 
"thrilling"  spills  the  horses  are  forced  to 
take  in  big  riding  scenes.  Recently  I  have 
read  an  article  on  how  the  horses  are  pur- 
posely tripped  and  how  often  they  suffer 
broken  legs  and  necks  to  provide  these 
thrills.  So  it  really  was  a  relief  for  me  to 
see  a  picture  whose  director  didn't  think  it 
necessary  to  be  cruel  to  dumb  animals  and 
still  pack  his  picture  with  thrills  ! 

MRS.  FREDA  KRIEGER,  Oak  Park,  111. 


First,  I  want  to  extend  my  thanks  to 
Warner  Brothers  for  giving  us  such  a  won- 
derful picture  as  "The  Sea  Wolf."  I  haven't 
seen  such  an  excellent  sea-adventure  pic- 
ture for  a  long  time. 

Secondly,  I  wish  to  congratulate  Alex- 
ander Knox  for  such  a  superb  performance 
of  Van  Weydcn  in  this  film.  When  I  en- 
tered the  theater,  he  was  unknown  to  me, 
but  I  left  with  the  realization  that  I  had 
seen  a  magnificent  actor.  .  .  .  Alexander 
Knox  proved  to  me  that  an  unknown  name 
can  be  as  great  as  better  known  names. 

Congratulations,  Alexander  Knox,  and 
may  we  see  much  more  of  you  in  the  future. 
MARJORIE  MILLER,  Albany,  N.  Y. 


Remember  the  big  clean-up  crusade  of  a 
few  years  ago,  when  the  churches  and 
women's  clubs  launched  a  stormy  blitzkrieg 
against  the  movies  for  their  general  slack- 
ness in  morals  ?  The  bombs  burst  in  air 
over  Hollywood  glamor  factories  for  many 
a  month,  causing  magnates  to  quake  in  their 
gilded  boots,  and  promise  solemnly  that, 
if  the  shooting  would  stop,  they  would  be 


good  boys  and  serve  the  public  only  a  spot- 
less product  thereafter. 

They  adhered  to  their  word,  too — for  a 
while.  Quite  a  lengthy  while.  And  then  lit- 
tle by  little  promises  were  forgotten,  and 
rules  were  relaxed,  until  lately — well,  lately 
there  doesn't  seem  to  be  any  rules.  Any- 
thing goes.  Plots  skid  on  thin  ice,  cos- 
tumes are  becoming  increasingly  revealing, 
dialogue  is  heavy  with  double  meaning  and 
love  scenes  are  rising  in  temperature. 

Careful,  Hollywood!  Hadn't  you  better 
haul  up,  and  return  to  the  straight  and  nar- 
row before  you  are  jerked  back  again  by 
main  force?  Maybe  it's  fun  being  daring, 
but  perhaps  it  is  better  business  in  the  long 
run  to  conform  to  the  prescribed  conven- 
tions. Remember  it  was  conclusively  proven 
that  the  public  prefers  good  taste  to  sensa- 
tionalism. 

DEE  CHAPMAN,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


Valentine's  Day  I  attended  a  concert 
given  by  Jeanette  MacDonald  in  Beaumont, 
Texas.  To  see  and  hear  Jeanette,  my  fa- 
vorite, in  person,  was  something  I  had 
often  dreamed  of  but  never  realized  would 
actually  happen.  But  it  did.  And  was  I 
happy  and  Jeanette  beautiful!!!  So  beau- 
tiful that  she  could  have  just  silently  stood 
there  on  the  stage.  But  she  had  more  to 
give.  She  used  her  golden  voice  with  ex- 
pressiveness and,  at  times,  with  bewitching 
coquetry.  There  were  numerous  encores 
and  even  after  the  final  song  the  audience- 
was  still  reluctant  to  go  home.  Never  will 
I  forget  that  night  when  Jeanette,  a  dream 
singing,  proved  how  nicely  she  can  get 
along  without  microphones,  etc. 

How  nice  it  would  be  to  see  Jeanette  and 
Gene  Raymond  in  a  picture  together. 

.  HELEN  PODRASKY,  Lake  Charles,  La. 


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NOT  A  RUN 
IN  SIGHT! 

Moral:  Wash  your 
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13 


The  Wolf  metLittle  Red  Riding 
Hood  going  to  Grandma's  with 
a  basket  of  food  and  a  package 
of  Dentyne  (that  delicious 
chewy  gum  that  helps  keep 
teeth  bright). 

The  Wolf  could  have  gobbled 
up  R.  R.  H.  right  then  but  he 
thought  he  could  eat  Grandma 
first.  So  when  R.  R.  H.  arrived, 
there  was  the  Wolf  pretending 
to  be  Grandma  herself. 
"Hello, Grandma!"  said  R.  R.H., 
pretending  she  didn't  recognize 
him.  "How  do  you  keep  your 
teeth  so  bright  and  sparkling?" 
"By  eating  raw  meat!"  snarled 
the  Wolf. 

"How  old-fashioned!  You 
should  chew  Dentyne.  Its  extra 
firmness  helps  your  teeth  keep 
healthy  and  lustrous  white.  And 
that  spicy  flavor — mm!"  And  she 
offered  the  Wolf  someDentyne. 
"My!  My!  How  delicious!" 
purred  the  Wolf.  "From  now 
on  I  exercise  my  teeth  only  on 
Dentyne ! " 

{Moral:  Help  your  teeth  keep 
bright  and  sparkling  this  pleas- 
ant way — chew  Dentyne!  You'll 
enjoy  its  smart  flat  package,  too.) 


6  INDIVIDUALLY  WRAPPED 
STICKS  IN  EVERY  PACKAGE 


Beauty  and  the 
Barbecue!  Smart 
starlet  Gene 
Tierney  turns  an 
outdoor  feast 
with  spareribs 
and  trimmings 
into  a  glamorous 
and  gay  occasion 


I  HE  Tierney  apartment,  to  my  way  of 
I  thinking,  is  the  answer  to  any  apart- 
I  ment  dweller's  dream,  but  the  thing 
that  had  attracted  Gene  and  her  mother 
was  the  walled-in  patio.  It's  a  flagstone- 
floored,  sunfilled  patio  with  a  wall  of  white- 
washed brick ;  there's  cactus  in  bloom, 
acacia  trees  and  even  a  little  low  hedge. 
The  barbecue  and  fireplace  are  set  in  one 
corner  and  Gene  has  installed  a  soda  foun- 
tain in  another.  Then  there's  a  pingpong 
table,  lots  of  comfortable,  weather-resistant 
rustic  furniture,  and  what  an  invitation  to 
joy! 

"In  California,  there's  no  sense  in  being 
indoors  if  you  can  possibly  help  it,"  Gene 
pointed  out,  as  she  hovered  over  her  choice 


spareribs,  just  hot  from  the  barbecue,  "so 
whenever  I  entertain,  I  do  it  out  here.  I'm 
no  cook,  but  I  can  turn  out  spareribs  and  a 
barbecue  sauce  that  amounts  to  art !  We 
usually  serve  beans  and  brown  bread  with 
this,  and  some  interesting  salad  and  dessert." 

BARBECUED  PORK  SPARERIBS 
Buy  young  pork  spareribs  with  plenty 
of  meat  on  them.  Run  cold  water  over 
them  for  fifteen  minutes,  then  dry.  Rub 
in  some  olive  oil,  plenty  of  freshly 
ground  black  pepper,  paprika  and  salt. 
Put  on  barbecue  grill  over  fire  so  low 
that  it's  reduced  almost  to  embers, 
and  cook  fifteen  minutes  on  each  side. 
You  can  get  practically  the  same  flavor 


SCREENLAND 


HELPS  KEEP  TEETH  WHITE...  MOUTH  HEALTHY 


indoors  by  putting  the  spareribs  under 
a  very  slow  broiler  and  cooking  fifteen 
minutes  on  each  side. 

BARBECUE  SAUCE 
Chop  1  large  onion,  1  small  bell  pep- 
per, y}  clove  of  garlic,  J/3  cup  olive  oil. 
Cook  until  mixture  is  light  brown  in 
color.  Add  3  cups  Heinz  tomato  cat- 
sup, 3  cups  Heinz  chili  sauce,  cup 
Gebhart's  chili  powder,  '/3  quart  Hor- 
mel  chicken  broth.  Simmer  for  two 
hours  on  slow  fire  and  strain.  This  can 
be  served  hot  or  cold. 

"One  of  the   salads   I   serve   is  called 


The  piquant  Zanuck  discovery  demonstrates, 
on  facing  page,  that  there  can  be  glamor 
even  in  spareribs!  She  admits  she's  no  cook, 
but  she  can  and  does  prepare  spareribs  and 
a  special  barbecue  sauce  that  amount  to  art. 
Left  above,  with  her  mother.  Special  word  to 
the  wise:  the  spareribs  taste  twice  as  good 
when    eaten    with    the    fingers!    It's    a  fact. 


Tierncy  salad  by  my  friends,  because  they 
say  you  never  know  what's  coming  next!" 
confided  Gene. 

TIERNEY  SALAD 
Place  in  a  cold  bowl  that  has  been 


rubbed  with  a  clove  of  crushed  garlic. 
2  cups  cold  young  string  beans 
(cooked)  cut  in  inch  lengths,  adrl  1 
cup  cold  cooked  celery  root  cut  in  thin 
slices,  three  peeled  chilled  tomatoes  cut 
in  cubes  and  drained,  1  cup  cold  cooked 
green  peas  and  enough  Best  Foods 
French  dressing  to  mix  well.  Arrange 
on  six  lettuce-covered  plates  and  gar- 
nish with  strips  of  pimento  and  green 
pepper. 

"If  it's  a  warm  day,  ice  cream,  sherbet 
or  water  ice  make  welcome  desserts.  Do 
you  know  about  water  ice  ?  You  take  2  cups 
of  water,  1  cup  (Please  turn  to  page  86) 


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Great  beauty  is  im- 
mortal! As  long  as 
celluloid  lasts,  Vi- 
vien Leigh's  glow- 
ing portrait  of 
Emma  Hamilton  in 
Korda's  big  film  will 
five  as  a  tribute  to 
a  most  gallant  and 
gorgeous  woman 


Romney  painted  her — and  fell 
in  love  with  her  beauty.  From 
obscure  and  sordid  beginnings 
she  rose,  by  reason  of  her  high 
spirit,  intelligence,  and  fascina- 
tion to  be  the  beloved  of  the 
great  naval  hero,  Lord  Nelson. 
Her  story  is  stirringly  realized 
in  Alexander  Korda's  lavish  new 
motion  picture — with  interest- 
ing implications  historically  and 
even  more  exciting  romanti- 
cally, for  who  can  resist  the 
screen  reunion  of  those  real- 
life  lovers  of  today,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Laurence  Olivier! 


"That  Hamilton 
Woman"  reveals 
the  artistry  of  Vi- 
vien Leigh  and  Lau- 
rence Olivier  as 
they  portray  those 
fabulous  lovers 
whose  romance  is 
a  colorful  chapter 
in  England's  history 


16 


Meet 
MacDonald 
Carey! 


Continued 
■from 
page  6 


Latest  Broadway  stage  actor  to  be  snatched  by  Hollywood  is  Macdonald  Carey. 
Called  "a  cross  between  Tyrone  Power  and  Franchot  Tone,"  he  made  his  legit, 
hit  in  the  leading  man's  role  opposite  the  fabulous  Gertrude  Lawrence  in  the 
smash  play,  "Lady  in  the  Dark."  Paramount  saw  him,  signed  him  to  a  long-term 
contract.  A  fine  actor,  he  is  also  a  most  ingratiating  personality.  But  don't  crowd, 
girls — he's  taking  a  bride  with  him  to  Hollywood,  none  other  than  decorative 
Betty  Heckscher  of  the  Philadelphia  Heckschers.  Above,  a  portrait.  At  right,  in  a 
scene  with  Miss  Lawrence  from  the  Moss  Hart  play  which  brought  Carey  to  stage 
and  screen   prominence.  We'll   be  telling  you  of  his  Hollywood  progress  soon. 


THERE  never  was  a  more  bewildered  or 
embarrassed  young  man  than  Bill  Holden 
after  he  had  promised  to  enroll  Brenda 
Marshall's  small  daughter,  Ginger,  in  a 
private  kindergarten.  The  teacher  imme- 
diately jumped  to  the  conclusion  that  the 
child  was  Bill's  own  and  began  plying  her 
with  questions  about  her  "daddy."  When 
the  strangeness  of  the  situation  got  to  be 
too  much  for  little  Ginger  she  burst  into 
tears  and  Bill,  never  having  seen  her  cry 
before,  was  doubly  upset.  The  too  efficient 
teacher  never  gave  him  a  chance  to  get  a 
word  in  edgewise  by  way  of  explanation. 
She  coaxed  the  little  girl  to  stop  crying  by 
assuring  her  that  her  "daddy"  wasn't  going 
to  leave  her  there  if  she  didn't  want  to 
stay,  and  that  her  "daddy  would  give  her 
a  nice  big  lollypop  if  she  stopped  crying." 
Finally,  Bill  got  around  to  an  explanation 
and  then,  Ginger  who  never  called  him 
anything  but  Bill,  seeing  him  start  to  leave, 
very  unexpectedly  bellowed,  "Don't  leave 
me,  Daddy!"  as  loud  as  she  could  and  got 
a  strangle-hold  on  Bill's  coat  tail.  That 
teacher  is  still  puzzling  the  whole  situation. 
And  incidentally,  Ginger  is  still  not  enrolled 
in  school. 


THE  whisperings  have  it  that  the  discord 
I  repeatedly  hinted  at  as  going  on  between 
Carole  Landis  in  her  new  studio  connection 
at  20th  Century-Fox,  is,  finally,  all  ironed 
out.  That  very  restrictive  clause  in  up-to- 
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tives a  say-so  on  star's  contemplated  mar- 
riages could  have,  in  a  pinch,  decidedly 
cramped  Carole's  plans.  She  politely  and 
firmly  told  her  bosses  so  and  this  hotly 
contested  point  stood  like  a  sore  thumb 
right  in  the  middle  of  their  eventual  get- 
together.  Miss  L.  also  has  seen  to  it  that, 
now,  her  contract  specifically  states  that 
she  can  date  whom  she  pleases,  when  she 
pleases,  and  no  questions  asked.  "Because," 
as  Carole  puts  it,  "love  is  that  certain  some- 
thing that  happens  to  two  people  and  surely- 
business  should  never  enter  into  it."  How- 
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one  of  Carole's  weak  points.  In  "Miami," 
her  first  picture  for  20th  Century-Fox,  she 
manages  to  appear  in  four  (count  'em) 
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SCREENLAND 


An  Open  Letter 
to  Private  James  Stewart 


Above,  James  Stewart  and  other  men 
taking  the  U.  S.  Army  oath  of  service. 
Below,  find  Private  Stewart  eating  his 
first  Army  issue  meal  at  the  Fort 
MacArthur,  Calif.,  draftee  reception 
center.  Stewart  has  since  been  trans- 
ferred to  aviation.  Last  job  was  with 
Paulette  Goddard  in  "Pot  o'  Gold." 


DEAR  PVT.  STEWART: 
From  $13,000  a  month  to  $21  is  quite  a  jump, 
but  you've  made  it,  and  landed  on  both  feet.  From 
Academy  Award  Winner-movie  star  to  buck  private 
— it's  a  new  role  calling  for  all  your  talent  and  so  far 
you're  giving  your  greatest  performance.  Best  part  of 
it  is,  you're  not  acting  at  all. 

That  first  day  in  Uncle  Sam's  Army  must  have  been 
the  hardest.  You  were  a  Symbol — as  somebody  said — 
of  America's  Young  Manhood  at  its  Finest.  Now,  that's 
even  a  harder  title  to  live  up  to  than  your  Oscar — 
and  it's  to  your  everlasting  credit  that  you  didn't  try. 
You  didn't  attempt  to  look  or  act  like  a  Symbol,  but 
just  like  any  other  young  man  being  inducted  into  the 
Army.  The  lad  whose  latest  movie  job  was  making  love 
to  Paulette  Goddard  suddenly  had  to  face  a  barrage 
of  publicity  never  before  aimed  at  anybody,  and  you 
came  through  with  flying  colors.  I  like  the  story  about 
your  first  Hollywood  visitors,  hurrying  forward  to 
greet  you  with  outstretched  hands.  You  gave  'em  a 


salute  instead — and  there  were  no  cameras  present. 

From  Ciro's  to  K.  P.  can't  be  easy;  and  even  a  studio 
call  for  6  A.  M.  was  luxury  compared  to  being  routed 
out  at  5.30.  The  erroneous  report  that  your  film  studio 
would  keep  you  on  the  payroll  at  $1,000  a  week  must 
have  hurt.  After  all,  James  Maitland  Stewart  from 
Indiana,  Pa.,  of  good  American  stock,  whose  father 
was  a  Captain  in  the  AEF,  who  just  happened  to  be- 
come a  high-paid  movie  star  instead  of  helping  his  dad 
run  the  family  hardware  store — that  James  Stewart 
is  only  doing  what  he,  and  a  lot  of  other  American 
boys,  see  as  a  job  to  be  done.  Good  luck. 


19 


Father  Flanagan's  magnificent  work  in  behalf  of  under-priv- 
ileged boys  is  screen  history.  The  revered  Priest,  above 
with  Spencer  Tracy,  smiles  in  amusement  at  Mickey's  tale. 


The  Cocoanut  Grove  was  the  scene  of  this  gathering.  David 
O.  Selznick  applauds  Bette  Davis  upon  receiving  award  for 
dramatic  distinction   from    Maude  Adams.  Three  geniuses! 


Spencer  "Father  Flanagan"  Tracy  table-chats  with  John 
Considine,  Jr.,  producer  of  "Men  of  Boys  Town,"  and  Roz 
Russell,  in  the  M-G-M  commissary.  The  Priest  was  honored. 


Raven-tressed  Joan  Bennett,  above,  beams  congratulations 
at  deeply-moved  Bette  Davis.  The  memorable  event  of 
Bette's  latest  exciting  award  took  place  at  the  "Grove." 


20 


FOUR  GLORIOUS 
PICTURE  PAGES 
OF  HOLLYWOOD 
HEADLINERS! 


Len  Weissmcm's  camera  does 
everything  but  talk,  so  we'll 
supply  the  dialogue  and  tell  you 
who's  doing  what  and  where 


Always  conservative,  we  call  a  photo-finish  as  to  whom  can 
out-talk  who.  Rosalind  Russell  and  Cary  Grant,  above, 
use  their  own  sound  effects  at  Screen  Guild  Radio  Show. 


Who  says  pop  eyes  have  no  oomph?  Oh,  yeah!  Well,  look 
at  the  expression  on  the  face  of  Arthur  Farnsworth  as  he 
gazes  at  his  bride,  Bette  Davis,  at  Mitch  Leisen's  Revue. 


A  gay  crowd  welcomed  Mitch  Leisen's  new  revue.  The  younger 
set  was  well  represented.  Above,  Dave  Rose,  Judy  Gar- 
land and  hand-holders  Bonita  Granville  and  Jackie  Cooper. 


Len  Weissman  has  a  Mary's  little  lamb  complex,  'twould 
seem,  as  he  follows  Bette  Davis  around.  Claire  Trevor, 
above,    pinch-hit    for    Bette    during    a    radio  rehearsal. 


Age  has  not  dimmed  their  youth  (not  you,  Auer!).  William 
Farnum,  George  Barbier,  May  Robson,  Hobart  Bosworth 
and    Mischa    toast    Farnum's    50    years    in    show  business. 


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Ciro's  also  attracts  the  glittering  stars  at  night.  Witness  the 
above  happy  foursome:  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stu  Irwin;  Jack  Oakie 
and   Alice    Faye.   Mrs.   Irwin   is  the  former  June  Collyer. 


Sonja  Henie,  like  a  dream  in  Snow  White,  with  her  social- 
ite husband  Dan  Topping,  above,  at  the  premiere  of  "That 
Hamilton    Woman!"    Celebrities    galore    attended  affair. 


It's  no  case  of  "Here's  your  hat,  what's  your  hurry?"  Edward 
Arnold  passes  the  President's  campaign  topper  for  War  relief. 
Above,    Eddie    Robinson,    Melvyn    Douglas,    Jean  Hersholt. 


There  can  be  no  dispute  as  to  the  handsomest  romancers 
in  town.  Lana  Turner  and  Tony  Martin,  above,  win  unques- 
tionably, hands  down.  Their  latest  is  "The  Ziegfeld  Girl." 


Mary  Parker,  star  of  Mitch  Leisen's  Revue  at  the  Grove,  plays 
"Patty  Cake"  with  Tony  Martin,  above,  much  to  the  amuse- 
ment of  Lana  Turner.  Mary  and   Billy  Daniel  made  a  hit. 


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Ann  Sothern,  all  "banged"  up  (ouch!)  leans  'forward  so  as 
not  to  miss  a  word  Mrs.  George  Murphy  is  saying.  It  seems  as 
though  Jimmy  Cagney  has  heard  the  story  before.  Eh,  Jim? 


It  seems  only  yesterday  that  Jane  Withers  and  Freddie  Bar- 
tholomew were  cutting  childish  capers  on  the  screen.  But 
here's  proof  aplenty  that  time  dances  on,  and  on  and  on. 


Roger  Pryor,  resplendent  in  tweeds,  rehearsing  Irene  Dunne 
and  Robert  Montgomery,  above,  for  the  popular  Screen 
Guild  Radio  Show.  Charity,  you  know,  reaps  all  the  benefits. 


A  hard  taskmaster  is  Roger  Pryor  as  he  coaches  his  stars  at 
the  Screen  Guild  radio  rehearsals.  Olivia  DeHavilland  and 
Robert  Young   listen   attentively  to  the   "Master's  voice." 


Cocoanut  Grove  simply  oozed  with  Hollywood  Headliners 
when  our  roving  reporter  made  his  nightly  round.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Robert    Montgomery   lend   an   ear  to   Ann's    Roger  pryor. 


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By  Liza 


All  Hollywood  holds  its  breath 
when  Betty  and  George  get  up  to 
do  their  rumba!  Read  what  screen 
cafe-society's  most  exciting  cou- 
ple  really   think   of  each  other 


THE  night  I  first  saw  Betty  Grable  and  George  Raft 
dancing  together  at  the  Mocambo,  Hollywood's 
smart  night  club,  I  decided  then  and  there  that  I 
would  never  dance  again,  much  to  the  evident  relief  of 
my  escort.  "You're  no  George  Raft,"  I  said  to  him  re- 
gretfully, as  completely  fascinated  I  watched  their  grace- 
ful bodies  sway  to  the  slow  intoxicating  rhythm  of  the 
tango.  "And  you're  no  Betty  Grable,"  was  his  retort  dis- 
courteous. And  I  think  he  had  something  there. 

"If  I  ever  saw  two  people  who  were  meant  for  each 
other,"  said  Joan  Blondell  across  the  table,  "they're  Betty 
and  George.  They  ought  to  get  married  and  have  chil- 
dren. Oh,  there's  a  rumba !  Come  on,  Daddy,"  she  said  to 
Dick  Powell,  "let's  give  them  our  quiet  Arersion  of  the 
rumba.  Nobody  will  look  at  us  anyway  with  Grable  and 
Raft  on  the  floor." 

Joan  was  so  right.  I  mean  about  Betty  and  George  be- 
ing meant  for  each  other.  People  are  always  getting  mis- 
mated  in  this  town.  I  think  it's  the  climate  that  has 


something  to  do  with  it,  and  it's  so  nice  for  a  change  to 
have  two  people  fall  in  love  who  have  something  in 
common. 

Norma  Shearer  was  not  for  George  Raft.  They  both 
found  that  out  more  sooner  than  later.  Norma  is  a  grand 
person,  but  after  all  she  is — and  has  been  for  a  long  time 
— the  First  Lady  of  the  Screen.  A  great  dignity  goes  with 
that,  and  also  a  lot  of  artificiality.  "The  First  Lady  of  the 
Screen"  is  a  definite  strain  on  any  guy,  it's  hard  to  live 
up  to,  and  especially  on  a  quiet,  modest  guy  like  George 
who  has  no  more  affectation  about  him  than  a  platter  of 
ham  and  eggs.  The  trouble  with  Norma  and  her  set  is 
that  they  have  completely  lost  touch  with  "the  little  peo- 
ple." George  never  has.  He  probably  knows  personally 
every  John  Doe  in  Hollywood.  As  a  matter  of  fact  he  has 
probably  slipped  rent  money,  doctors'  bills,  funeral  bills, 
etc.,  to  a  goodly  percentage  of  them.  I  know  dozens  of 
cases  just  around  the  studios  where,  thanks  to  George, 
life  has  been  made  easier  for  unfortunate  mugs. 

"George  is  the  most  generous  man  I've  ever  known," 
Betty  Grable  said  to  me.  "I  can  count  on  one  hand  the 
number  of  nights  we've  been  out  that  someone  hasn't 
asked  him  for  a  loan.  Why,  one  night  he  shelled  out  five 
hundred  dollars,  without  batting  an  eye.  I  told  him  he'd 
probably  never  get  it  back,  and  he  said  he  didn't  care." 

Betty  has  that  same  warm,  human  quality  that  George 
has.  It's  no  strain  to  go  with  Betty.  She's  frank  and 
honest  and  fun-loving,  without  the  slightest  sham.  When 
she  was  in  New  York  last  year,  appearing  in  "DuBarry 


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Esquire-GloVe  photo. 

Was  a  Lady,"  the  rich  young  men  about  town,  including 
a  Prince  and  wealthy  Alexis  Thompson,  simply  went 
mad  about  her  and  fairly  smothered  her  in  orchids. 
(She's  allergic  to  orchids.)  After  the  show  every  night 
they  would  take  her  to  supper  at  New  York's  smartest, 
and  most  expensive,  night  clubs.  What  they  didn't  realize, 
poor  dopes,  is  that  Betty  hasn't  got  expensive  tastes. 
She'd  just  as  soon  had  a  chocolate  soda  at  the  corner 
drugstore.  Swank  and  ostentation  and  pretense,  which 
mean  so  much  to  Xew  York  and  Hollywood,  don't  mean 
a  thing  to  Betty  and  George.  They  simply  aren't  im- 
pressed. No  wonder  that  as  soon  as  the}-  met  each  other 
the}-  fell  in  love. 

George  first  mentioned  Betty  to  me  out  at  the  Santa 
Anita  track.  George  gave  me  a, tip.  I  ventured  two  bucks 
on  it,  the  horse  galloped  in,  and  I  collected.  George  was 
sitting  in  the  bar  with  his  pal  Mack  Gray  and  a  coca-cola 
(George  never  drinks)  when  I  stopped  by  to  thank  him. 
"'Don't  thank  me,"  he  said,  "thank  Betty.  I've  never  seen 
anything  like  the  way  she  can  pick  the  winners.  I've  made 
a  thorough  study  of  horses.  I  know  everything  about 
them,  but  can  I  pick  a  winner?  Xo.  But  Betty  doesn't 
know  a  thing  about  them.  She  barely  knows  the  head 
from  the  tail.  But  she  can  take  the  morning  paper,  read 
over  the  names,  and  pick  a  winner  in  every  race.  It's  un- 
canny." And  then  George,  fearful  that  I  might  think  that 
he  only  liked  Betty  because  she  picked  horses  for  him, 
went  into  a  big  to-do  about  her — from  which  I  gathered 
that  the  old  love  bug  had  (Please  turn  to  page  S4) 


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WHEN  the  terrible  infant  of  "Information, 
Please"  showed  up  in  Hollywood  for  his  second 
picture,  the  event  was  noted  by  a  columnist 
thus :  "A  lot  of  happy  faces  turned  sour  yesterday.  Oscar 
Levant  arrived  at  Paramount." 

Oscar  blinked,  less  at  the  jab  than  its  source.  In  a 
spirit  of  scientific  inquiry,  he  approached  the  lady.  "I 
thought  you  were  a  friend  of  mine." 

"Who  says  I'm  not?  That  was  good  publicity  I  gave 
you." 

Levant  offers  the  story  without  prejudice.  "Maybe 
she's  right.  How  do  I  know  what's  good  publicity?  I 
never  had  a  press  agent." 

Good  or  bad,  the  statement  was  built  on  more  than 
shifting  sands.  During  Oscar's  first  tenure  at  Paramount, 
strong  men  swore  and  weak  women  wept.  Stung  by  his 


barbs,  they  paused  not  to  consider  but  fled.  If  they'd 
taken  a  good  look,  they  might  have  discovered  that  what 
they  had  to  deal  with  was  no  sadistic  man-hater  but  a 
terrified  porcupine  at  bay. 

Proof  lies  in  the  pudding.  A  publicity  man,  new  since 
the  first  picture,  was  assigned  to  the  second.  His  mates 
wrung  his  hand  and  promised  to  have  a  stretcher  wait- 
ing against  his  return  from  the  opening  bout.  He  re- 
turned grinning,  and  grinned  for  the  duration  of  Levant's 
stay.  A  girl  in  the  same  department,  old  memories 
smarting,  skirted  Oscar  on  her  first  trip  to  the  set  of 
"Kiss  The  Boys  Goodbye."  He  hailed  her.  Witnesses 
say  she  kept  her  fingers  crossed  as  she  wavered  toward 
him.  An  hour  later  she  emerged,  squealing:  "I  must  have 
been  cra-zy  !  He's  a  pussy  caX  V 

Why  Pussycat  Levant  clawed  through  his  first  picture 


and  purred  through  his  second  makes  an  illu- 
minating tale.  Let  me  say  in  passing  that  you 
who  prefer  him  unregenerate  don't  have  to 
worry.  A  sniff  of  treacle  sets  his  tongue  on 
edge,  and  his  natural  habitat  will  always  be  an 
atmosphere  of  well-turned  insult.  It's  not  the 
insult  but  the  spirit  behind  it  -  that  counts. 
Oscar's  grows  mellower.  He  views  the  change 
with  detachment.  "I  don't  think  I'm  so  fresh 
lately.  I  get  this  feeling  I'm  solicitous,  kind, 
and  slightly  eager.  Maybe  it's  because  I  don't 
know  as  much  as  the  others,  so  I  have  to  over- 
compensate." 

It  didn't  work  that  way  last  time,  so  maybe 
it's  because  his  nerves  are  less  jittery.  "Three 
years  ago,"  he  says,  "I  spent  my  life  in  the 
corner  of  a  restaurant.  Everybody  else  was 
going  to  bat.  I  made  the  cracks.  It's  very  at- 
tractive, this  ivory  tower  you  impose  on  your- 
self— you  can  crawl   inside   and  moan"  that 
nobody  understands  you.  Suddenly  I  found 
myself  outside — wide  open  for  cracks  to  be 
heaved  at  me.  Sure  I  know  the  answer.  I  could 
dish  it  out,  why  couldn't  I  take  it?  In  my  own 
racket,  I  could.  But  this  was 
something  I  had  no  equip- 
ment   for — like    walking  a 
plank.  I'm  pretty  vulnerable. 
I  knew  I  had  a  good  chance 
of  being  lousy.  So  I  got  hys- 
terical." 

After  a  concert  with  the 
San  Francisco  Symphony 
last  spring,  he  came  down  to 
Hoi-  (Please  turn  to  page  76) 


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Exploding  the  legend  of  Ogre 
Oscar  Levant  and  present- 
ing the  brilliant  and  regu- 
lar guy  behind  the  grimace 

By 

Ida  Zeitlin 


The  scowling  fellow  on  the  opposite  page  is  just  the  mask  for  the 
real  Oscar  Levant,  who  is  exposed  in  our  exclusive  interview. 
These  pictures  help  to  prove  that  the  famous  Sourpuss  is  a 
Sweetie-Pie  at  heart!  Top,  duet  with  his  pretty  wife.  Above, 
accompanying  Mary  Martin  in  a  song  for  "Kiss  The  Boys  Good- 
bye," their  new  film.  Panel  at  left  shows  Levant  as  a  proud 
papa,  with  Don  Ameche  in  a  scene  from  the  film,  and — solo. 


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 '^T^ACDON A L D  S| E ^ C T $N , 

AnVlte  w  Tiift  t^mg^ 


JANE  GIBSON  TO  JEANETTE  MacDONALD: 
"Do  you  think  f  should  take  a  chance  on  a 
theatrical  career  or  should  I  teach  or  marry, 
casting  my  life's  ambition  aside  as  a  foolish 
dream?" 

READ  JEANETTE'S  FRANK.  SINCERE  AN- 
SWER IN  HER  OWN  WORDS!  EVERY  AMBI- 
TIOUS GIRL  WILL  BENEFIT  BY  THE  STAR  S 
SANE,  SENSIBLE  ADVICE  TOLD  FREELY  HERE 


Miss  M  a  c  - 
Donald  poses 
with  the  love- 
ly costume 
jewelry  which 
is  her  per- 
sonal gift  to 
Miss  Gibson, 
the  winner. 


V 


M  WRITING  this  letter  to  all  the  Jane  Gib- 
sons because  the  answer  is  the  same  to  all 
girls  who  want  to  act.  So — 
Dear  Jane : 

You  say,  "Miss  MacDonald,  what  shall  I  do  ?" 

I  want  you  to  walk  into  your  room,  shut  your 
door,  stand  in  front  of  your  mirror — and  face 
yourself.  I  ask  you  to  stand  there  and  analyze 
your  entire  situation  objectively.  Please,  for 
these  honest  moments,  give  earnest  considera- 
tion to  your  family's  thought  that  you  are 
merely  stage-struck.  It  is  possible  that  you  are, 
you  know.  There  is  the  chance  that  you  are 
basing  your  dreams  and  ambitions  upon  a 
desire  to  experience  glamor,  the  applause  and 
the  excitement  of  a  successful  theatrical  life. 

If  your  honest  answer  to  this  suspicion  is 
conclusively  no,  then  I  have  another  quiz  box 
for  you  on  the  subject  which  is  foremost  in 
your  mind.  First,  (Please  turn  to  page  74) 


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fl 


****** 


****** 


A  CAREER  MEANS 

INTERVIEWS! 

Facing  eager, 
inquisitive  throng 
of  young  writers. 


A  CAREER  MEANS 

A  CROWN! 

She  and  Ty  Power 
chosen  screen's 
Queen  fir  King,  1939. 


****** 


A  CAREER  MEANS 
HANDSHAKING* 

Greeting  Cold- 
Star  mothers  as 
they  visit  studio. 


A  CAREER  MEANS 

AUTOGRAPHS/ 

At  Hollywood  movie 
premiere  she  gets 
writer's  cramp. 


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What  happens  when  a  handsome 
he-man  meets  a  frivolous  Holly- 
wood beauty?  Fireworks!  You'll 
find  fun  and  romance  in  this  rollick- 
ing fiction  story  based  on  the  film 
co-starring  two  sensational  new- 
comers,gorgeous  Mary  Beth  Hughes 
and  stalwart  George  Montgomery 


COPYRIGHT 
1941  BY  TWEN- 
TIETH CENTURY- 
FOX  FILM  COR- 
PORA T  I  O  N  . 
COMPLETE  CAST 
AND  ALL  CRED- 
ITS ON  PAGE  66. 


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Fictionized  by 
Elizabeth  B.  Petersen 


WHEX  Lank  joined  up  with  the  Rodeo  I  just 
naturally  up  and  went  along  with  him.  For  all 
that  Lank's  so  big,  six  foot  four  if  he's  an  inch, 
he  sorta  needs  someone  around  to  look  after  him,  and  I 
didn't  want  him  traipsin'  all  over  the  country  and  maybe 
gettin  himself  in  trouble,  what  with  him  having  the  sort 
of  good  looks  that  make  women  go  plumb  loco  over  him. 
And  I'd  heard  plenty  about  them  Rodeo  girls. 

Lank  was  the  headliner  of  the  show.  You've  never 
seen  a  surer  hand  at  lassoing  a  wild  steer  or  showing  a 
bronco  his  place.  Besides  it  was  the  way  he  looked  doing 
them.  Even  me  who's  known  him  since  he  was  knee-hisrh 


to  a  grasshopper  can  see  he's  an  eyeful  of  cowboy. 

So  when  the  picture  magazine  people  came  out  to 
take  shots  of  the  show,  they  made  the  most  of  Lank  and 
it  was  his  picture  they  put  on  the  cover  too,  grinning  in 
that  way  only  Lank  can  grin,  as  if  he  and  the  world  are 
pals  and  everything's  clover.  That's  what  began  all  the 
trouble,  for  no  sooner  was  the  magazine  on  the  stands 
than  some  man  in  Hollywood  wrote  to  Lank  and  here  we 
were  on  our  way  to  be  in  the  movies. 

Lank  didn't  like  the  idea  at  all.  but  I  took  charge  of 
the  situ;  tion.  If  ever  a  boy  needed  a  manager  it  was 
Lank,  and  who  was  better  fitted  to  be  it  than  me  who 
was  his  pal?  So  before  he  had  a  chance  to  say  no  I'd 
gotten  him  in  the  car,  with  our  horses  in  the  trailer,  and 
we  were  off. 

"Hollywood !"  I  says  to  him  as  we  turned  into  Sunset 
Boulevard  at  last,  giving  him  the  old  pep  talk  because  I 
could  see  his  heart  wasn't  in  it  even  now.  "It's  just  like 
I  pictured  it.  Lookit,  there's  Earl  Carroll's.  That's  a  hot 
spot.  Lots  of  girls.  I  seen  pictures.  Boy.  you  can  tell 
you're  in  a  new  world !  It  even  smells  like  movies !" 

"I  don't  know."  Lank  says,  not  caring  at  all.  "I  never 
smelled  a  movie."  (Please  turn  to  page  66) 


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For  the  Safest  iowdown  on  The  Crooner, 
read  this  closeup  by  the  one  person 
who  knows  him  best — none  other  than 
his  beauteous  blonde  wife!  Exclusive 
family  pictures  by  Mrs.  Crosby  herself 


One  little,  two  little, 
three  little,  jour  lit- 
tle Crosbys,  below — 
on  vacation  with  Dad 
at  Sun  Valley.  Lower, 
Bing  falls — but  hard! 
— for  winter  sports — 
by  the  way,  Holly- 
wood stars  enjoy  the 
Idaho  resort  at  any 
season  of  the  year. 


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Because  Bing  is  allergic  to  most  inter- 
viewers, his  pretty  wife  consented  to  talk 
about  him  for  us,  in  the  very  human, 
intimate  story  you'll  be  reading  here. 
Snapshots  are  all  by  Dixie,  except  the 
center  picture  below — that's  by  Bing,  of 
Mrs.  Crosby  and  their  eldest  son,  Gary. 


EVERY  five  years  the  Editor  calls  on  me  to  sit  down 
to  the  typewriter  and  "Tell  All"  about  my  illustrious 
spouse.  And  it  seems  as  though  I  have  barely  fin- 
ished telling  everything  when  five  more  years  have  passed 
and  it's  time  to  do  it  all  over  again ! 

Two  thousand  words  seems  hardly  enough  to  "Tell 
All"  about  a  person  like  Bing,  who  is  a  mass  of  con- 
tradictions and  changeable  as  April  weather  in  his  moods. 


On  the  other  hand,  five  hundred  words  would  more 
than  suffice  for  what  I  have  to  add  to  the  things  I  have 
already  told  about  him. 

Basically  Bing  doesn't  change.  Despite  publicity  put 
out  by  the  studio  (propagated  by  Bing,  himself,  I  dare- 
say) he  would  still  appear  well  up  on  any  knowing  per- 
son's list  of  the  world's  ten  worst  dressed  gentlemen. 
Caps  are  still  his  favorite  (Please  turn  to  page  79) 


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w 


Glenn's  "best  girl"  is  pretty  Patti  McCarty, 
Dorothy  Lamour's  former  secretary  who  has  her 
first    break    as    an    actress    in    "Under  Age. 


Shall  I 
Marry 

an  Actress? 


Glenn  Ford, 
best  of  the 
new  boys  in 
Hollywood, 
soys  he's  old- 
fashioned 
when  it  comes 
to  girls — he 
likes  the  sim- 
ple, small-town 
model.  Line 
forms  at  left! 


'HAT  about  romance?"  I  asked  Glenn  Ford. 
With  a  grin,  he  countered,  '"What  about  it?  Tf 
you  mean,  am  I  in  love,  I  can  answer,  no!  Not 
with  any  one  girl — I  like  'em  all.  But  this  I  will  say, 
when  I  do  fall  in  love  I  shall  marry,  for  I'll  never  let 
anything  stand  in  the  way.  There  are  two  things  a  man 
desires :  success,  and  a  happy  romance.  I  want  them  both. 
But  at  present,  my  career  is  a  full-time  job.  Romance  is, 
too.  So  I  hope  love  won't  bump  into  me  too  soon." 

Since  Glenn  Ford  scored  sensationally  in  the  picture 
''So  Ends  Our  Night,"  as  the  lonely  refugee  without  a 
passport,  he's  been  acclaimed  one  of  the  brightest  of  the 
recent  discoveries.  His  success  seems  one  of  those  amaz- 
ing over-night  triumphs  that  frequently  hit  Hollywood, 
but  he  says  it  isn't  sudden,  at  all.  He's  worked  at  it  for 
years,  following  his  pet  theory  that  if  you  want  some- 
thing very  much,  and  prepare  yourself,  opportunity  will 
come.  And  it  did  for  him.  But  only  after  many  defeats, 
many  disappointments. 

An  only  child,  Glenn  was  born  in  the  little  town  of 
Glenford,  Quebec,  twenty-three  years  ago.  For  several 
generations  the  family  have  (Please  turn  to  page  90) 


By 
Maude 
Cheatham 


34 


MODEL  QIRLJ 


Universalis  starlet  poses  for 
her  artist-father,  Earl  Moran 


The  "Rebecca"  Girl  is  back!  Joan 
Fontaine  co-stars  with  Cary  Grant  in 
Alfred  Hitchcock's  new  mystery  romance, 
''Before  The  Fact" — in  which  her  acting 
see  ugly  duckling  pose,  left — and  her 
beauty — see  above — are  in  full  bloom 


Grant  goes  from  one  rich  role  right  into 
!  Having  completed  "Penny  Ser- 
enade" with  Irene  Dunne,  he  rushed  into 
the  Hitchcock  movie  and  between  scenes 
dodged  reporters  on  the  trail  of  his  oft- 
rumored    marriage    to   Barbara  Hutton 


LADY  in  the  LIMELIGHT 


You  can't  keep  Bette  Davis  out  of  the  news! 
And  who  wants  to,  when  every  performance 
she  gives  is  a  masterpiece,  her  marriage  is  a 
romantic  idyll,  and  the  girl  herself  is  such  a 
great  and  genuine  personality?  Her  latest 
films:  "The  Great  Lie"  with  George  Brent; 
"The  Bride  Came  C.O.D."  with  Cagney 


No,  Bette  isn't  in  a 
picture  with  Gary 
Cooper,  but  they  have 
been  working  at  the 
same  studio,  so  tall 
Coop  conies  over  to 
visit  Miss  Bette  on  her 
set — and  is  put  to  work! 


HEBY'S  n 
HUSBAND ! 


But  only  on  the  screen,  in  "Ziegfeld  Girl," 
does  Philip  Dorn  have  that  enviable  title 
of  "Mr.  Hedy  Lamarr."  Dorn,  young  Dutch 
actor  who  leaped  to  film  fame  in  Holly- 
wood with  his  first  fine  performance  in 
"Escape,"  repeats  his  success  as  the  musi- 
cian-husband of  the  gorgeous  Hedy  in 
M-G-M's  musical  extravaganza 

ncrence  8.  Bull,  il-G-M 


All  gowyis  and  hats  by  I.  Magnin  and 
Co.  Photographs  by  Carpenter,  M-Q--M. 


Nothing  smarter  this  Spring  than  beige  gabardine.  Ann  adds  stunning 
cape  of  lynx,  left.  Below,  Hattie  Carnegie  sports  ensemble  in  navy 
and  white  checkered  wool,  with  white  silk  shirt,  sleeveless  navy  blue 
sweater.  Above,  you  must  have  at  least  one  "pompadour  hat"  like 
Ann's.  Facing  page:  left,  dinner  dress  with  definite  sarong  effect  in  gay 
tropical  print;  right,  dream  dress  of  chiffon  in  green,  blue,  and  yellow. 


LADY 
Be  Smart! 


Ann  Sothern,  star  of  "Lady  Be  Good," 
assembles  this  wonderful  wardrobe  as 
a  chic  change  from  her  M.aisie  clothes 


Mac  Julian.  Warner  Bros. 

THE  MOST  BEAUTIFUL  STILL  OF  THE  MONTH 
Gary  Cooper  in  "Sergeant  York" 


onfessions  of  a  Fatalist 


Professional  secrets, 
straight  from  the 
broad  shoulder  of 
a  most  successful 
cinema  actor 


Surrounded  by  such  femmes  fatale  as 
Pidgeon  is,  above,  who  wouldn't  be  a 
fatclist?  At  right,  our  hero  in  a  closeup 
from  his  latest  film,  "Blossoms  in  the 
Dust,"  which  stars  lovely  Greer  Garson. 


As  told  to  Gladys  Hall 


"I'VE  never  been  a  Failure,"  said  Mr.  Pidgeon,  dis- 
I  appointingly,  "nor  even  a  near-Failure."  He  added, 
|  "because  there's  no  such  thing." 
That's  how  it  began  and  that's  how,  I  thought,  it 
would  end.  Because  I  was  lunching  with  "Pidge,"  as  the 
home-folks  call  him  (his  directors  call  him  "a  sweet- 
heart" and  everyone  else  in  his  world  calls  on  him  when 
they  want  favors  done)  in  the  M-G-M  commissar)'  for  the 
express  purpose  of  asking  him  to  give  us  his  Confessions 
of  a  Near-Failure.  That's  the  story  I  was  after.  And  why 
not? — because,  he  had  failed,  hadn't  he?  When,  along 
around  1929,  musicals  did  a  mass  floppola,  when  he  left 
the  Warner  Brothers  Studios,  his  option  about  as  much 
good  as  a  wisp  of  papyrus  out'n  Tut's  Tomb ;  when  he 
couldn't  get  a  job  singing  because  there  weren't  any  sing- 
ing jobs  ;  when  one  of  his  pictures  was  billed,  "WALTER 
PIDGEON  WILL  ONLY  SING  ONCE  IN  THIS 
PICTURE !"  and  a  pal  cracked  "maybe  that's  too  much, 
Pidge,  eh,  what?";  when  the  sales  force  at  the  studio 
sent  a  memo  to  the  Front  Office,  pleading  "DON'T 
GIVE  US  PIDGEON  !"— well,  that's  being  in  the  neigh- 
borhood of  failure,  isn't  it  ? 

Most  men,  I  thought,  and  still  think,  would  consider 
themselves  near-failures  if  they'd  cooled  their  heels  in 
Hollywood,  unsinging  and  unsung ;  if  they'd  had  to  pack 
up  and  go  away  without  one  dissenting  voice  crying 
"Stay!" — but  if  Mr.  Pidge  wouldn't  admit  to 


having 


been  a  near-Failure,  then  I  was  stopped  in  my  story- 
tracks — but  wait ! 

"You  see."  Pidge  was  saying,  then,  "I  am  a  Fatalist. 
Not  a  word-of-mouth  Fatalist,  a  practicing  one.  The 
dictionary  defines  Fatalism  as:  Doctrine  that  all  events 
arc  subject  to  Fate  and  happen  by  inavoidable  necessity. 
That's  what  I  believe.  And  it's  by  that  doctrine  that  I,  not 
run  my  life,  but  run  with  it.  There's  a  difference. 

"I  believe  that  we  go  through  cycles,  some  good,  some 
bad,  some  productive,  some  non-productive,  but  every- 
body goes  through  them  and  we  can't  do  anything  about 
them.  Nor  should  we  even  try  to  buck  the  tide.  Because 
these  cycles  are  similar  to  the  tides  which  come  in  and  go 
out,  operating  impersonally  and  by  the  cosmic  law  under 
which  we  are  helpless.  We  can't  bid  the  tides  to  come  in 
or  order  them  to  go  out.  It's  the  same  with  the  cycles  in 
our  lives  which  are  the  tides  in  the  affairs  of  men.  If  you 
try  to  buck  the  tide,  you  know,  it  tires  you,  fatigues  you. 
So  that  when  the  tide  comes  in  again,  you're  too  tired  to 
come  in  tvith  it. 

"I  want  to  make  myself  very  clear  about  this,  however. 
I  wouldn't  want  people,  especially  young  people,  to  get 
the  idea  that  I  think  we  should  just  sit  down  and  let  Life 
carry  us,  doing  nothing  about  it  ourselves.  I  don't  mean 
anything  of  the  sort.  When  I  said  I  do  not  'run  my  life. 
I  run  with  it,'  that's  precisely  what  I  mean.  Each  one  of 
us  must  pick  a  point  of  destina-  {Please  turn  to  page  93) 


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SELECTED 


Pick  your  pictures  here  and  guar- 
antee yourself  good  entertainment 
without  loss  of  time  and  money 


■MEET  JOHN  DOE8 


"POT  O'  GOLD' 


THE  DEVIL  AND  MISS 
JONES" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
SPLENDID! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

|t  is  Director  Frank  Copra's 
and  Writer  Robert  Risk.n  s  finest 
pcture,  packing  a  moral  lesson 
with  a  wallop  and  one  badly 
needed  right  now. 

H  preaches  the  doctrine  of 
neighborly  love  without  bathos 
Land  besides,  it's  always  good 
entertainment. 

Its   plot  concerns   the.  trans- 
formation of  a  hobo  into  a  celeb- 
rity and  a  symbol  of  good,  so 
•s  still  the  good  old  American 
Success  Story  with  a  I  the  tr,m- 
;ings  even  while  it  «  stand,  g 
up  for  ideals  and  all  that.  It  II 
be  an  inspiration  to  you,  pa.n- 

,eS;lY  oTlfbary   Cooper  his 
Qreatest   role,    which   he  days 
with   all  his   usual  superb  non- 
chalance-and  a  littb  more  It 
aives  veteran  James  Gleason  h.s 
long-deserved  chance  for  a  mag- 
nificent acting  comeback  as  a 
supposedly  hardbo.led  guy  who  s 
eaSy  soft  inside.  It  has  Barbara 
Stanwyck  in  one  of  he.  typically 
believable  forthright  roles-and 
Walter  Brennan  and  Edward 
Arnold  at  their  best. 

Warner  Bros.   


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 

GAYl 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

It  is   James   Kooseven  » 
effort  as  a  Hollywood  producer 
and  while  frankly  light-weight  it 
Should  Please,  particularly  young- 

StTt'is  refreshing  because  it  is  so 
unpretentious,  never  aspiring  to 
moPre   than   its   just  c  a,m  of 
CrltTpP»oMCo"  efforts 
of'a'muicL'minded  boy  and 
all  to  put  over  a  swing  band 
de  p  te  opposition  from  the  boy 
riband  business-like  sourpuss  of 
an  uncle-and  you  need  be  jo 
soothsayer  to  9«ess  wh.d h  s.de 
i+'c  foir  fun  while  it  iosts. 
W*  |  '  q  ves  grand  Charles  Win- 
ni  aer  a  riproaring  opportunity 
^  amuse  you  as  the  crusty  uncle 
He's    good    for   many  laughs 
You'll  enioy  James  Stewart  and 
his  lanky-lazy  technique  as  the 
bov    though  you   may  wonder 
why  he  we'nt  to  all  that  trouble 
fo/paulette  Goddard  whose .  ap- 
peal seems  so  superficial  he  re. 
Horace  Heidt  and  his  band  help. 
Heidt  photographs  handsomely 
though  he's  no  actor— but  he 
and  his  boys  put  on  a  sparkling 
show. 

United  Artists   . 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
FUN! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

It's  the  gay,  original,  and  un- 
inhibited first  production  effort 
of  writer  Norman  Krasna  and 
Jean  Arthur's  husband,  Frank 
Ross. 

It  presents  a  fresh  idea  un- 
hampered by  stodgy  conW.on 
—and,  amazingly,  as  fresh  in 
dialogue  and  direction  as  in 
theme. 

Its  plot  imagines  the  h«morous 
plight  of  a  rich  man  who  takes 
L  incognito  job  as  shoe  clerk  m 
his  own  store  to  uncover  the  ring- 
leader, of  a  union  who  have 
been  holding  h.m  "P0^0^ 
Employer  Example  No.  I.  Result 
of  it  all  is:  he  ends  up  in  the 
picket  line  himself. 

It's  a  field  day  for  Charles 
Coburn  as  the  rich  man-|ust  the 
fat  part  this  fine  and  versatile 
actor  has  been  working  up  to. 
And  how  he  plays  it!  Jean  Arthur 
Colds  her  own  as  the  salesg.r 
who  befriends  him,  and  she  s  as 
personable  and  appealing  as  al- 
ways. Robert  Cummings,  because 
of  unfortunate  direction  or  h.s 
own  exuberance,  over-acts. 

RKO-Radio 


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■■THE  GREAT  LIE"  ..MFN  OF  BOYS  TOWN" 


THAT  HAMILTON 
WOMAN!" 


£'CV\-~*-  -  

ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 

GOOD! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

1+  dives  Bette  Davis  a  chance 

again,  with  tewer  sob  scenes 

man,   *  th  _  ^  h 

career.  Complicates:  a  Boby 

as*  £; » J 

again,  and  welcome-she  ,s  ** 

S^STT Us  some  of  those 

9  Georqe  Brent  is  hand- 

3v  p3e  as  the  .ought- 
after  gent.  Mary  Astor.  though 
S  ctive  end  interesting  as  a 
high-powered  woman  p.on.st  .s 
scarcely  convincing  competition 
Tor  theYaPPealing  NAiss  Dav,s. 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
FINE! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

UUthe  sequel  to  the  success- 
It  is  +ne  !fM   ..  nr  +w0  years 
ful  "Boys  Town     ot  two  y 

,:+U  +hp  same  stars, 
ago   w.th  the  sa  Rooney. 

same  movie   ■«  , 
wholesome  ^  "Tthe  sag"  at 
'*  TpW„COttn  £  work  2  the 

?r  toP  oty  out  the  Priest's 

teachings.  ,  ,    -  nCj 

I*  it  +he  team  ot  .ra<~y 

mannensms  as  he  g  ^  d 

-:;f'KrtTyolan,in3 
in  supporting  roles. 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
IMPRESSIVE! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

H  unites  the  f^lTut 

p;aductioynP-big,  lavish,  often  ex 
Sting  and  always  seem.ng  «n 

Ptsanp^— ell,   you  know,  as 
who  does  not.  the  romantic  ap- 
i    i  +Up  beauty  who  was  the 
Pe     ill  o "  her  time,  playing 
ner5  own  P^uonJ  part  in  British 

aood  or  bad,  on  the  great 
glorious  Horatio  Nelson.  It  s 

9^arste  perfection  as  you'd 
hope    Vivien  Leigh's  Emma  w.H 

tewHch  you,  a  PJT^^ 
+ure  of  mood  and  .mpube.  tomed 
i  ,   lv  her   devotion  to  tng 
T  d's  hero  of  Trafalgar.  She's 

not  quite  real.  Sara  Allgood  s  a 
delight  as  f^ma's  garrulous 
Ser;  Alan  Mowbray  excellent 
as  Sir  William  Hamilton. 

United  Artt*** 


53 


South  American  siren  speaks 
her  mind  about  North  Ameri- 
can men.  Boys,  take  a  bow! 


By  Charles  Darnton 


CUPID  seemed  to  be  skirmishing  around  the  rim 
of  her  plate,  shooting  his  little  darts  from  one 
angle  then  another  and  always — ping  ! — scoring 
a  direct  hit  on  his  heart-shaped  target.  So  it  happened 
that  lunching  with  Carmen  Miranda  proved  to  be  both 
a  social  pleasure  and  a  liberal  education  in  the  tender 
art.  For,  in  the  course  of  it,  she  turned  on  love — hot  and 
cold.  As  to  her  own  temperature,  it  came  out,  revealing 
the  real  Miranda,  her  true  quality,  with  passing,  of  all 
things,  the  pepper ! 

"No,  thank  you,"  sizzled  the  Brazilian  Bombshell. 
"Pepper  from  the  outside  I  don't  use  it  because  always 
I  have  it  on  the  inside!" 

That  spilled  it.  Curbing  an  impulse  to  throw  salt  over 
my  left  shoulder,  I  made  contrite  apology.  After  all, 
carrying  coals  to  Newcastle  would  have  been  a  highly 
intelligent  procedure  compared  to  offering  a  little  warm 
seasoning  to  a  lady  fully  equipped  with  her  own  central 
heating.  But,  rather  than  the  slow,  steady  kind,  hers  was 
an  explosive  heat.  She  fairly  popped  with  it.  Vital  sta- 
tistics to  the  contrary,  I  felt  sure  Carmen  Miranda  had 
been  born  in  a  fireworks  factory. 

"But  I  am  not  the  beeg  bombshell,"  she  flashed  with 
a  blinding  smile,  "I  am  just  the  leetle  bombshell — no 
strong.  It  is  only  when  they  geeve  me  many  lines  to 
speak  in  'That  Night  in  Rio'  that  my  head  it  is  beeg  like 
this,"  and  she  made  a  gesture  of  balloon  proportions. 

Bound  about  that  head  was  a  flaming  scarf  that  gave 
her  electric  face,  vivid  in  its  lightning  changes,  a  gypsy  tal 

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defiance,  a  wild  flavor.  Challenging,  provocative,  she  was 
heady  as  sun-drenched  wine  of  mellowed  years.  (If  this 
doesn't  sound  reasonable,  neither  is  she.)^As  for  her 
own  years,  they  apparently  were  on  the  knowing  side  of 
twenty-five — that  is,  one  over.  And  hers,  if  I'm  any  good 
at  guessing,  was  a  woman's  knowledge  calculated  to  put 
Mona  Lisa's  in  the  kindergarten  class. 

Big  or  little,  as  bombshells  go  these  days,  the  one  and 
only  Miranda — there's  no  one  like  her  in  the  whole 
amusement  world — certainly  could  let  loose  her  "Souse 
American"  songs  with  a  bang.  This  she  first  did  in  what 
she,  like  New  York's  scholarly  Al  Smith,  pronounces 
"raddio."  Then,  after  a  night  club  sortie  in  Rio  de 
Janeiro,  she  took  a  shot  at  the  New  York  stage  and 
made  a  killing.  There,  in  turn,  too  few  of  her  songs  were 
"shot"  for  the  picture,  "Down  Argentine  Way."  And 
now  here  she  was  a  Hollywood  star  of  first  magnitude 
in  "That  Night  in  Rio"  and  running  away  with  the  whole 
picture  without  turning  a  hair  of  her  turbaned  head.  It 
was  her  songs,  or  rather  her  sexy  way  of  singing  them, 
that  won  her  sensational  film  distinction.  This  being  the 
case,  I  wondered  if  there  were  much  sex  down  her  way. 

"Ah,  sex!"  she  glowed.  "In  my  home  the  people  they 
like  it  more  as  anything !  Other  peoples,  too.  That  first 
time  in  Noo  York  I  am  a  leetle  afraid,  but  it  comes  out 
good.  Right  away  they  know  what  I  mean,  so  it  make  no 
diff'rance  they  don't  understand  the  words.  They  like 
when  I  sing  of  love,  songs  more  funny  and  no  sentimen- 
tal, with  a  leetle  bit  of  slang  and — vou  know?" 


COLD ! 


Carramba!  Could  she  doubt 
my  knowing  she  sang  of  the 
land  where,  she  had  lived  and 
laughed  and"  loved,  just  to 
mention  a  few  details? 

"A'right,"  she  agreed.  "Now 
I  ask  you   something."'  Her 
face  grew  serious  with  import. 
'"Is  it  not  from  sex  that  comes 
from  love  that  comes  life — yes?" 

There  was  the  answer  as  well  as  the  ques- 
tion. Let  dry  philosophers  write  weighty 
tomes  on  the  subject  that  the  juicy  Mir- 
anda could  put  into  a  mouthful.  "But  the 
love  it  must  be  warm  like  the  heart,"  she 
insisted,  clapping  a  hand  on  the  general 
region  of  that  organ.  "The  cold  love  it  is 
no  good  around  the  house  if  the  people 
they  get  married,  no.  It  is  just  part  of  the 
furnishure,  something  what  you  buy  in  the 
store  and  push  in  the  room.  Per'aps  I  ex- 
plain it  to  you  more  if  I  say  it  is  like  the 
icebox.  That  is  a'right  in  the  kitchen,  but 
not  okay  in  other  rooms.  When  this  happen 
then  the  husband  and  the  wife  they  also  are 
just  furnishure.  That  is  because  sometimes 
the  husband  he  buy  the  wife  and  vichy  ver- 
sus. What  they  have  in  their  hearts  is 
money,  not  love,  (Please  turn  to  page  88) 


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Flying  Colors 
for  Summer 


Rita  Hayworth,  radiant  star  of  "Af- 
fectionately Yours,"  illustrates  her 
conception  of  a  typical  Young  Amer- 
ican Summer  wardrobe.  For  where 
to  buy  these  fashions,  see  Page  92 


C  Ascending  a  long,  golden  stair,  Rita's  dark  beauty 
is  accentuated  by  a  classical  gown  of  white  Jersenese 
by  Celanese.  The  beautifully  draped  bodice  is  achieved 
by  bias,  braided  bands  of  the  fabric  and  the  tiny 
draped  sleeves  add  just  enough  restraint  for  that  "one 
gown  to  go  everywhere."  The  gown  has  no  dated  de- 
tails. You  may  wear  it  the  year-around.  White  is  perfect 
for  your  one  formal  gown;  pastels,  also.  Under  $20. 


C  For  that  one  after-dark  gown  to  go  on  vacation, 
Rita's  choice  in  brilliant  tri-colors  is  excellent.  For  she 
chooses  a  shirtwaist  model  in  Jersenese  by  Celanese. 
The  demure  shirtwaist  is  white  with  short  sleeves  and 
the  cummerbund  and  flowing  skirt  are  brilliant  red. 
A  tiny  wool  jersey  bolero  in  deep  blue  accompanies. 
That  cape  Rita  is  wearing  is  not  part  of  the  costume. 
Very  packable  and  very  picturesque;  and  under  $20. 


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C  Don't  face  warm  day-  without  at  lea-t  one 
jacket  costume.  Rita'-  favorite  i-  a  tailored 
frock  with  -oftly  fitted  jacket  in  cocoa  Tropic 
Sky.  a  Celanese  washable  rayon  crepe.  \  ou 
can  tra\el  in  thi-  outfit:  you  can  so  to  busi- 

ne-?.  to  luncheon,  to  cocktail-  everywhere. 

The  jacket  give*  a  formal  touch.  ^  ithout. 
you  ha\e  a  cool  little  tailored  frock.  Douse 
it  in  gentle  ?ud-  when  it  need-  refreshing. 
Top  it  with  your  best  white  breton  or  -ailor. 
add  your  white  gloves,  or  dress  it  up  with 
darker  accents.  It  will  see  you  through  so 
many  needs  that  you'll  live  in  it  and  lo\  e  it.  In 
lovely  color?,  and  happily  priced  at  about 


C  Tor  less  formality,  here  is  a  three-way 
frock,  with  great  possibilities.  Rita  likes  this 
in  a  muted,  cool  green,  but  it  comes  in  other 
fresh  solid  tones  as  well  as  a  white  polka 
dot  on  a  variety  of  backgrounds.  This  dress 
has  three  lives.  It  is  a  two-piecer.  so  you  may 
fit  the  blouse  with  its  tie  belt  to  another 
skirt :  you  may  use  the  skirt  with  another 
blouse,  or  you  may  wear  these  good  partners 
together,  li  is  made  of  Carlisle,  a  Celanese 
rayon  washable  crepe,  and  is  carefully  made 
to  fit  and  keep  its  original  good  lines  in  spite 
of  washings.  The  blouse  has  back  fullness 
and  the  skirt  a  good  Aim.  swing  for  free- 
dom. A  little  Summer  treasure,  at  about  SS. 


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PLAY 

PANORAMA 


C  For  the  play  scene,  choose  a  play  suit  with  its  own 
skirt.  This  will  see  double  duty.  In  the  suit,  you  are 
ready  for  the  great  outdoors  and  the  country  ver- 
andah. Add  the  skirt,  and  you  can  go  'most  any  place. 
Right,  we  have  Rita  in  a  pageant  of  color — raspberry 
for  the  suit  with  white  sleeves  and  yoke ;  panels  of 
raspberry,  soft  blue,  and  white  for  the  skirt.  For 
the  flattery  of  color  and  more  color,  here  is  your  play 
suit.  Made  of  soft,  cool  rayon  jersey  by  Celanese ; 
priced  at  about  $12.  Another  play  suit  to  hold  at- 
tention is  the  one  below.  This  is  also  made  of  Cel- 
anese rayon  jersey,  white  with  a  warm  South  Ameri- 
can red  for  the  collar  and  pocket  of  the  suit  and  the 
gay  skirt.  The  suit  buttons  with  little  gold-colored 
stars  which  also  brighten  the  convenient  pockets  of  the 
skirt.  You'll  look  as  gay  as  a  geranium  on  the  veran- 
dah in  this.  Priced  at  about  $10.  Both  suits  are  tail- 
ored with  care,  with  comfortable  details  for  freedom, 
and    smartness,    above    all!    Other   colors  available. 


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C  A  light  summer  suit  is  not  extravagance  when 
you  choose  a  well  tailored  model  to  -<•<-  you 
through  se\eral  season*.  \  classical,  three-hut- 
ton  model  with  a  front  kick  pleat  -kin  has  a 
life  as  long  as  that  of  the  proverbial  cat.  Rita's 
suit  comes  in  Wingstrut,  a  Celanese  rayon 
sharkskin,  woven  for  a  porous  coolness  hut  with 
a  body  to  retain  tailored  lines.  The  suit  is  hap- 
pily priced  at  about  $12.95.  Rita  adds  a  casual 
felt,  bright  gloves  and  'kerchief  and  carries  .1 
fabric  bag  featuring  one  of  the  Briti-b  Ameri- 
can Ambulance  Corps  Textile-,  in  special  design. 

C  When  you  buy  wearing  apparel  or  acces- 
sories featuring  these  fabrics,  10%  on  all 
original  fabric  sales  goes  toward  the  purchase 
of  more   ambulances   for   the    British  cause. 


C  If  you  like  the  crisp 
freshness  of  sharkskin  fab- 
rics, then  Rita  is  wearing 
your  suit.  This  comes  in 
Cellbreeze,  a  lightweight 
rayon  sharkskin  by  Celan- 
ese, to  take  washing  after 
washing.  The  fabric  seems, 
too,  to  resist  the  usual 
crumpling  of  leisure  loung- 
ing and  retains  its  pristine 
whiteness  through  much 
suds.  In  the  small  picture, 
you  see  the  rayon  print 
skirt  that  accompanies  the 
suit.  Rita  chose  the  skirt 
in  a  lemon  yellow  with 
white  and  brown  in  a  big 
tropical  print.  The  skirt 
comes  in  other  colors, 
priced  about  $8.  The 
fashions  in  these  pages 
have  the  approval  of  Rita 
Hayworth  for  their  beauty, 
their  style  and  their  all- 
around  adaptability  for 
the  needs  of  young  Miss 
America  on  vacation  or  at 
home,  in  town  or  countrv. 


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If  you  like  those  smart  acces- 
sories, beret,  bag  and  ring- 
let bow,  that  Priscilla  Lane 
wears  with  her  trim  suit,  you 
can  make  them  at  little  effort 
and  cost,  of  Royal  Swan  gros- 
grain  ribbon  in  alternating 
stripes  of  a  rich  red  and  navy. 
Add  your  favorite  emblem  for 
a  military  note.  Easy  to  do, 
so  new  and  very  inexpensive. 


For  your  sweetheart, 
far,  far  away  in 
camp !  Begin  your 
knitting  now.  Mili- 
tary set,  knitted  of 
Botany  No-Dye-Lot 
yarn,  in  easy  stand- 
ard knitting  stitch. 
Any  or  all  will  make 
truly  appreciated 
gifts  and  will  add 
much  to  his  soldiery 
comfort  and  dash. 


Brand  New  Ideas  for 
Those  Who  Sew  and  Knit 


Instructions  for  making  the  beret,  bag 
and  ringlet  bow  trio,  and  for  knitting 
the  man's  set  will  be  sent  free  on  re- 
quest to  Courtenay  Marvin,  Screenland 


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In  this  case,  the  blonde  bride  wore  white  lace,  and 
she  is  Anna  Neagle,  as  you  will  shortly  see  her  in 
"Sunny."  With  pompadours  and  pompadour  effects 
so  much  in  vogue,  the  bridal  veil  or  cap  should  add 
great  beauty  to  the  blonde,  brunette  or  red  heads. 
There  is  a  trend,  too,  toward  unconventional  flowers 
for  the  bridal  bouquet,  but  the  orange  blossom  still 
holds  traditional  honor  with  other  wedding  sentiments. 


By 

Courtenay  Marvin 


THOUSANDS  upon  thousands  of  times  each  year 
that  line.  "The  bride  wore  white — "  appears  in 
newspapers  throughout  the  country.  In  spite  of  some 
tendency  toward  soft  pastels  for  the  formal  wedding 
gown,  the  brides  predominantly  still  wear  white.  White 
for  this  gown  seems  as  much  a  tradition  of  romance  as 
the  Declaration  of  Independence  does  of  our  nation,  and 
is  much,  much  older. 

Perhaps  no  other  material  point  of  any  wedding  re- 
ceives and  deserves  as  much  consideration  as  the  wedding 
gown.  Later,  it  will  be  treasured  in  a  chest,  cherished  in 
memory,  and  for  those  in  any  doubt,  white  is  advised. 
\  ou  may  wear  a  white  bridal  gown  but  once  in  your  life. 
Opportunity  does  not  knock  twice  in  this  instance.  If 
you  remarry,  it  may  be  in  whatever  color  you  choose 


but  never  again  in  the  white  of  that  first  young  love. 

A  wedding  gown  need  not  be  costly  or  an  heirloom  to 
be  beautiful;  At  this  point,  many  Deanna  Durbin  ad- 
mirers have  enjoyed  the  vicarious  romantic  thrill  of  her 
beautiful  engagement  diamond.  When  you  read  these 
words,  you  will  probably  know  exactly  what  Deanna 
wore,  probably  something  simple  and  beautiful  in  keep- 
ing with  her  youth.  If  you  are  young  and  romantic  and 
Father's  life  will  not  be  marred  by  a  financial  splurge, 
then  remember  the  poetic  gown  [Madeleine  Carroll  wore 
in  "Virginia,"  an  idea  easily  adaptable  and  distinctly  in 
the  currently  popular  Early  American  trend.  Or.  if  you 
have  an  eye  toward  beauty  but  not  cost,  Ann  Rutherford 
in  "Keeping  Company"  offered  a  happy  inspiration.  She 
wore  a  lovely  decollete  gown  (Please  turn  to  page  82) 


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HERE'S  HOLLYWOOD 


MADAME  OUSPENSKAYA  is  as  fa- 
mous a  teacher  of  the  drama,  as  she  is 
an  actress.  The  latest  giggle  here  over  her 
dramatic  antics  concerns  her  methods  of  in- 
structing her  students.  The  story  is  told  about 
an  actress  you  all  know  very  well  on  the 
screen  who  enrolled  with  Ouspenskaya  for 
some  brushing  up.  "Ah,  yes,"  said  the  fiery 
Russian,  "we  will  start  immediately !  Show 
me  how  you  walk.  Let  me  see  you  cross  the 
room.  I  want  you  to  walk  as  though  you 
were  carrying  on  your  head  a  pitcher,  one- 
quarter  filled  with  thick  cream."  The  ac- 
tress was  amazed  but  a  good  sport.  She 
walked — and  beautifully  !  However,  Mad- 
ame was  far  from  pleased.  She  found  fault, 
she  asked  for  repeats,  and  finally  the  great 
Ouspenskaya  cried  in  desperation,  "That  is 
not  right !  I  told  you  the  pitcher  was  one- 
quarter  filled,  not  half  full!"  But  did  this 
bit  of  subtlety  floor  the  ambitious  actress? 
No !  She  tried  again  and  yet  again. 


A CERTAIN  florist  in  town  has  just  re- 
cently confided  to  a  certain  writer  that 
his  shop  has  for  the  past  month  had  a 
standing  order  to  deliver  to  Miss  G.  Garbo, 
one  lonely  yellow  rose  each  and  every  day 
until  _  further  notice.  If  some  deluded  ro- 
mantic is  thinking  that  such  a  gesture  will 
pique  the  melancholy  Swede's  fancy,  he's 
mistaken.  Miss  G.  has,  for  years,  taken 
truck  loads  of  anonymous  flowers  in  her 
silent  stride  and  has  never  as  much  as 
raised  an  inquisitive  eyebrow.  Can't  help 
wondering  what  she  does  with  these.  .  .  . 

"Rookies  on  Parade,"  gay  new 
film,  features  Bob  Crosby, 
Ruth  Terry,  and  Marie  Wilson 
(below).  At  right,  Gene  Autry 
with  his  new  and  elegant  hero- 
ine, Virginia  Dale,  "borrowed" 
from  Paramount  for  lead  role 
with  Gene  in  "Singing  Hills." 


THOSE  in  the  know  are  whispering  that 
I  the  often  hinted  at  enmity  between  George 
Raft  and  that  so-famous  actress,  didn't  get 
any  nearer  an  open  feud  during  their  work- 
ing together  in  that  Warner  picture  because 
neither  one  gave  the  other  the  chance  to  be 
anything  but  distantly  and  formally  polite. 
.  .  .  The  day  after  Katharine  DeMille  suf- 
fered the  tragic  loss  of  her  son  by  drown- 
ing, Joan  Crawford  had  a  score  of  work- 
men employed  building  a  fence  completely 
around  her  beautiful  pool  for  the  utmost 
protection  of  little  Christine. 


MANY  people  insist  that  the  new  women's 
short  hair  vogue  that  is  being  affected 
throughout  Hollywood  will  eventually 
sweep  the  country  and  cause  an  unprece- 
dented hairdressers'  boom,  and  most  likely 
numberless  mass  male  suicide  pacts  as  a 
last-resort  protest.  Feeling  has  already  risen 
to  an  alarming  pitch  of  pro  and  con  over 
this  silly  to-do  concerning  your  favorite 
femme's  crowning  glory.  There  are  those 
who  insist  that  Janet  Gaynor's  (the  short- 
est in  town)  drastically  diminished  curls 
are  "too  cute,"  and  others  who  think  she 
looks  exactly  like  little  Willie,  freshly 
shaved  and  shorn  for  a  cool  summer's 
cavorting  in  the  ol'  swimming  hole.  How- 
ever, everybody  is  positive  that  Janet's 
ulterior  motive  in  sporting  that  amazing 
freshly  plucked  look,  is  that  she  is  flaunt- 
ing her  one-woman  decision  that  she  is  the 
only  actress  in  Hollywood  minx}^  enough  to 
play  Maria  in  Hemingway's  "For  Whom  the 
Bell  Tolls."  That,  Hollywood  figures,  is" 
the  reason  behind  the  whole  new  fad.  If 
there  soon  isn't  some  kind  of  curb  on  our 
actresses  shearing  their  hair,  I  wish  they 
could  all  manage  to  look  as  well  as  Mary 
Astor  does  with  her  cropped  head.  Men 
would  go  for  that  kind  of  cut,  I  know. 
Mary's  coiffure,  you'll  agree,  is  outstand- 
ingly stunning  in  "The  Great  Lie." 


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NOW,  at  last,  Hollywood  has  gotten 
around  to  giving  some  share  of  its  at- 
tention to  Ingrid  Bergman,  and  the  most 
amazing  tales  have  begun  to  be  gossiped 
about  this  Swedish  sensation.  As  the  stor- 
ies go,  Ingrid  is  the  only  actress  in  Holly- 
wood who  isn't  ashamed  to  admit  that  she 
cooks  and  washes  for  her  husband  and  child 
and,  what's  more,  thinks  it  the  most  natural 
thing  in  the  world  to  do.  On  the  other 
hand,  because  of  her  overwhelming  shyness 
she  registered  under  an  assumed  name  at  a 
local  dance  studio  for  instruction  on  how  to 
step  off  the  simplest  fox  trot  and  waltz 
rhythms.  She  admits  she  doesn't  know  how 
to  dance,  and  that  she's  much  more  at  home 
and  happy  in  her  own  kitchen  than  she  is 
on  a  sound  stage.  Her  household  gets  along 
beautifully  without  a  single  butler,  chauf- 
feur, secretary,  cook  or  even  maid.  Ingrid 
thinks  the  real  reason  Hollywood  is  so  suc- 
cessful, is  unquestionably  due  to  the  thou- 


Ray  Milland  and  Claudette  Col- 
bert co-star  again  in  "Skylark." 
Watch  for  complete  fictionization 
of  film  in  early  issue  of  Screenland. 


HOLLYWOOD 
SUCCESS  STORY 
OF  THE  MONTH 

Meet  "Tillie  the  Toiler" — in  real  life 
newcomer   Kay   Harris,  "discovered" 
by  producer  Robert  Sparks  of  Colum- 
bia    Pictures    in    Cincinnati,  Ohio, 
where  Kay  was  working  as  secretary 
in  a  radio  station.  Sparks,  who  had 
tested  hundreds  of  girls  for  the  star- 
ring role  of  Tillie  in  the  movie  ver- 
sion of  Russ  Westover's  famed  comic 
strip,  took  one  look  at  Kay 
and  arranged  a  Hollywood 
contract.  Result,  there's  a 
cute  new  kid  on  the  road 
to  stardom!  Nice  angle  on 
this  success  story   is  that 
producer   Sparks  was  hon- 
eymooning with  Penny  Sin- 
gleton, famous  Blondic  of 
his    other    popular  series, 
when  he  discovered  Kay — 
and  bride  Penny  approved 
the    choice    with  alacrity. 


sands  of  perfectly  trained  technicians  and 
little  people  here  who  work  the  whole  fan- 
tastic show,  unseen,  from  behind.  Do  you 
wonder  the  raves  are  being  shouted  in 
praise  of  Ingrid  Bergman  from  every  de- 
partment in  the  industry  ? 

DID  you  know  that  Charles  Boyer  still 
does  all  his  counting  and  mental  arith- 
metic in  French  and  many  times  restau- 
rant waiters  have  to  be  very  patient  while 
M'sieu  tries  to  check  and  double-check  the 
column  of  figures  first  in  English  and  then 


reverts  to  his  native  tongue  to  be  sure  that 
everything  is  right?  .  .  .  Those  startling 
turbans  that  the  Brazilian  bombshell,  Car- 
men Miranda,  flaunts  with  such  dash,  are 
not,  as  envious  Hollywood  women  have 
been  led  to  believe.  John  Fredricks  or  Lilly 
Dache  creations.  Miranda  whips  them  up 
herself  in  inspirational  moments  from  odds 
and  ends  of  brilliant  material  to  add  an 
extra  eye-flash  or  two  in  her  direction.  .  .  . 


By 

Weston 
East 


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BLACK  CAT  BRINGS  LUCK! 

"Pretty  Pussy!"  says  Anne  Gwynne,  and  with  good 
reason — Anne  gets  her  best  role  to  date  in  "The 
Black  Cat,"  in  which  she  is  the  ingenue  lead — 
with  such  sterling  thespians  as  Basil  Rathbone  and 
Gale  Sondergaard,  below,  supplying  the  menace. 


INFORMATIVE  miniature  interviews: 
'  says  James  Stephenson,  the  critic's  pride, 
and  the  despair  of  Hollywood's  more 
patronizing  hostesses  since  his  first  virile 
appearance  on  the  screen :  "I've  never  been 
in  such  overwhelming  social  demand  be- 
fore in  my  life !  It's  much  too  fantastic  to 
believe.  Nevertheless,  I  cannot  accept  din- 
ner invitations  from  these  total  strangers 
simply  on  the  strength  of  my  performance 
in  'The  Letter.'  "...  Rita  Hay  worth,  whose 
sleek  and  luscious  lines  have  put  a  per- 
manent dent  in  the  egos  of  a  few  stars  who 
visibly  fade  beside  her  startling  chic, 
throws  a  bountiful  bouquet  straight  at  her 
husband.  "Why  should  I  deny  it?"  says 
Rita,  "I'm  terribly  proud !  My  husband 
does  choose  most  of  my  clothes  for  my 
personal  wardrobe.  If  there  is  any  credit 
due,  it  goes  to  him."  .  .  .  Ann  Sothern,  the 
frankest  girl  in  town  says,  "Yes,  Roger 
and  I  have  had  a  misunderstanding,  what 
normal  marriage  doesn't  have  its  ups  and 
downs  ?  Yes,  it  could  have  been  serious.  But 
everything  is  just  as  it  should  be  again.  It's 
time  to  call  off  the  rumor  hounds.  We  arc 
not  getting  a  divorce !" 

SOMEHOW  you  never  expect  Ronald 
Colman  to  be  a  hail-fellow-well-met, 
practical- joking  kind  of  person,  but  he  does 
possess  a  lively  sense  of  humor,  even  if  a 
little  on  the  incredible  side.  A  friend  and 
Ronnie  were  exchanging  crisp,  British 
pleasantries  on  the  set  of  his  new  picture, 
"My  Life  With  Caroline."  The  setting  was 
a  replica  of  one  of  our  famous  Western 
ski  resorts.  Ronnie  begged  his  guest  a 
moment's  interruption.  Alight  lie  introduce 
a  charming  young  girl?  Colman  pointed, 


"She's  on  the  other  side  of  the  set,  I'll 
bring  her  over  here."  As  the  friend  watched, 
Ronnie  crossed  the  great  hall  like  a  figure 
in  a  fantastic  dream.  The  farther  he  moved 
away  the  larger  he  appeared  to  grow.  At 
the  other  side  of  the  room  he  actually 
loomed  to  awful  proportions.  Other  people 
were  dwarfed  beside  him.  Then  still  more 
fantastic,  reticent  Mr.  Colman  politely  put 
his  arm  about  the  waist  of  a  smartly 
dressed  miniature  girl  in  ski  togs  and 
swung  her  to  a  sitting  position  on  his  right 
shoulder  and  started  back  across  the  room. 
With  a  grin,  Ronnie  introduced  the  young 
girl,  a  midget,  and  explained  the  whole 
gag.  The  setting,  something  new  in  Holly- 
wood, is  all  an  optical  illusion.  It's  built 
in  perspective  to  appear  huge  and  is,  in 
reality,  less  than  ordinary  size.  Consequent- 
ly the  background  has  to  be  peopled  with 
diminutive  extras  to  keep  the  whole  thing 
on  the  same  scale.  The  perfect  illusion  got 
the  better  of  Ronnie's  pixy  sense  of  humor. 

THERE  never  were  greener  looks  of  envy 
ever  cast  in  anyone's  direction  than  are 
right  now  being  rather  coldly  tossed  at 
Barbara  Stanwyck  by  every  other  fighting- 
for-the-top  female  in  Hollywood.  Barbara 
is  smack  on  the  pinnacle  of  the  heap  what 
with  her  hits  in  "The  Lady  Eve"  and 
"Meet  John  Doe,"  and  that's  a  bad  place 
to  be  if  you're  not  ready  and  able  to  fight 
tooth  and  toenail  to  keep  yourself  there. 
There  is  no  inference  intended  that  Bar- 
bara can't  fight  her  own  battles,  because 
fight  is  the  best  thing  that  red-headed  Ruby 
Stevens  from  Brooklyn  has  ever  been  able 
to  do.  She's  been  punching  along  for  her- 
self ever  since  she  was  fourteen  years  old. 


On  her  own  admission  she  fought  like  fury 
with  every  studio  she  ever  was  under  con- 
tract to.  That's  why  she's  free-lancing  now. 
That's  how  it  happened  that  she  made  her 
own  deal  with  Frank  Capra.  And  that's 
how,  rumor  has  it,  it  was  arranged  that 
she  made  that  picture  for  not  one  cent  of 
salary,  but  for  a  better  deal  than  any  other 
woman  in  Hollywood  ever  arranged  for 
herself — a  percentage  of  the  picture's  entire 
box  office  take.  And  that's  how  it  happens, 
also,  that  all  the  other  actresses  in  town  are 
giving  her  that  gimlet  eye.  But  Barbara 
Stanwyck's  one  gal  who  can  take  the  gim- 
let eye  from  all  and  sundry. 

EACH  member  of  the  fabulous  family  of 
the  Lane  sisters  has  alwa3's  mercilessly 
kidded  all  of  the  other  members  of  the 
clan  in  a  little  game  they've  played  be- 
tween themselves  for  years.  There  is  no 
more  to  the  gag  than  simply  poking  all 
matter  of  fun  at  the  other's  boy  friends, 
particularly  when  these  swains  are  new  to 
the  family  or  when  they  are  too  ga-ga  in 
their  attentions.  All  the  girls  have  at  one 
time  or  other  taken  the  count  with  a  royal 
roasting,  but  Rosemary,  right  now,  is  get- 
ting the  worst  ribbing  in  the  family's  his- 
tory. The  whole  group  happened  to  be 
present  the  other  night  at  a  smart  cafe 
where  they  were  celebrating  a  kind  of  re- 
union. All  the  members  of  the  party  had 
ordered  and  Rosemary  happened  to  be  the 
last  to  tell  the  maitre  d'hotel  what  she  had 
chosen.  She  gave  her  order  but  the  fellow 
just  remained  standing  there  mooning  deep- 
ly into  her  eyes.  Suddenly  he  took  a  deep 
breath.  "Miss  Lane,"  he  pleaded,  "will  you 
do  me  a  great  favor?"  Rosemary  smiled 
and  answered,  "Of  course,  what  is  it?"  The 
waiter  hesitated,  sighed  and  then  whispered 
tenderly,  "Call  me  Andre!"  Those  ^  three 
words  have  become  the  Lane  family's  cue 
for  a  hilarious  laugh  at  Rosemary's  ex- 
pense. 


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DID  you  know  that  Ingrid  Bergman  has 
never  let  a  Hollywood  make-up  man 
ever  apply  the  standardized  glamor  mask 
to  her  features?  Very  few  actresses  here 
would  venture  before  a  camera  without  that 
accepted,  flattering  make-up.  For  this 
rugged  individualism  of  Ingrid's  we  have 
been  rewarded  with  the  fresh  naturalness 
of  her  beauty  and  a  curious  kind  of  reality 
in  all  she  does  that  is  rarely  seen  on  the 
screen.  .  .  .  The  one  thing  that  any  visitor 
leaving  the  Don  Ameche  home  is  always 
most  warmly  and  deeply  impressed  over,  is 
the  beautiful  private  shrine  installed  there 
for  the  at-home  worship  of  his  devout  family. 
The  Ameches  have  the  special  permission 
of  authorities  to  perform  church  rituals 
there.  .  .  .  Xo  wonder  Sabu  has  all  the 
young  girls  in  town  looking  daggers  at 
each  other  over  each  one's  insistence  that 
the  young  Hindu  has  given  them  that  cer- 
tain sly  insistence  of  the  eye.  Sabu  makes 
a  sight  that  isn't  readily  forgettable  when 
he  rides  down  the  boulevard  in  his  brilliant, 
new.  bright  yellow  station  wagon  casting 
those  friendly  knowing  looks  most  gener- 
ously. Every'  girl  is  positive  they  are  meant 
for  her  exclusively. 

CAX'T  you  just  visualize  how  fittingly 
this  whole  incident  was  acted  out  with 
Merle  Oberon  lending  her  very  own  charm- 
ing brand  of  British  hauteur  to  set  the 
pace?  She  was  skimming  along  a  beautiful 
stretch  of  California  countryside  on  her 
wav  to  an  earlv  morning  studio  call.  Soon 


Mama-and-papa-to-be,  Lili  Damita  and 
Errol  Flynn,  reunited  when  Errol  returns 
■from  Hawaii,  where  he  purchased  the 
estate  which  will  be  the  future  home  of 
the    Flynn  family,    between   film  chores. 


her  limousine  slowed  to  a  halt  and  our 
cool-eyed  actress,  as  is  her  British  wont, 
slipped  out  of  her  car  and  set  off  down  the 
road  for  a  brisk  walk.  Her  chauffeur,  who 
was  not  in  uniform,  followed  slowly  in  the 
limousine.  Miss  Oberon  rapturously  inhaled 
the  spring  morning  beauty  of  that  acacia- 
bordered  lane.  But  soon  there  was  an  in- 
trusion in  this  private  ritual.  An  impertinent 
little  roadster  had  joined  the  slow  proces- 
sion and  our  heroine  sensed  rather  than 
saw  that  both  machines  stopped  and  she 
began  to  hear  voices  being  raised  and  then 
she  barely  caught  the  challenge  of  the  in- 
truder threatening,  ''Just  because  you  drive 
a  big  shiny  car  don't  think  you  can  follow- 
that  girl!"  Merle  whirled  around  and  got 
between  the  two  men  just  in  time  and 
charmingly  explained  the  situation  to  the 
fiery  young  Lochinvar.  He  was  so  em- 
barrassed he  didn't  utter  a  word,  but  crim- 
soned to  the  ears,  raced  to  his  car  and 
hurriedly  headed  in  the  opposite  direction. 
In  an  amused  and  flattered  frame  of  mind. 
Merle  drove  on  to  her  studio. 

NOW  that  Hollywood  has  at  last  had  the 
opportunity  of  closely  focusing  its  pry- 
ing eyes  into  Sonja  Henie's  marriage  on  a 
real  closeup  view,  the  I-told-you-so  conclu- 
sion arrived  at  is  that  Sonja  is  every  bit  the 
major-domo  in  self-managing  that  happy 
union  that  know-it-alls  predicted  she'd  be. 


A  GIRL  AND  TWO  GUYS! 

But  as  usual,  only  one  lucky  man  can  win,  and  in  this 
case  he  is  Jeffrey  Lynn,  caught  giving  Priscilla  Lane  the 
kiss  of  triumph,  below,  for  "Million  Dollar  Baby."  Good- 
natured  loser  is  Ronald  Reagan,  at  right  with  Pat  and  Jeff. 


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"THE  COWBOY 
AND  THE  BLONDE" 

Copyright  1941  by  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury-Fox Film  Corp.  Directed  by  Ray 
McCarey.  Associate  producers,  Ralph 
Dietrich  and  Walter  Morosco.  Screen- 
play by  Walter  Bullock  from  original 
story  by  Walter  Bullock  and  William 
Brent. 


Cowboy  meets  Blonde!  George  Montgomery  and  Mary  Beth  Hughes,  in  title  roles  of 
our  colorful  fictionization,  discover  each  other  against  a  beautiful  backdrop  of  the 
outdoors.  At  right,  the  movie  blonde  shows  temperament,  and  the  cowboy  is  amused. 


Continued  f 

I  decided  to  ignore  that.  No  sense  in 
gettin'  into  an  argument  and  maybe  havin' 
Lank  turn  around  and  mosey  back  to  New 
Mexico  and  the  ranch. 

"And  pretty  soon  you'll  be  part  of  it  all," 
I  says,  slapping  him  on  the  back.  "Maybe 
a  big  star." 

"Movies  are  not  for  me."  Lank  shook  his 
head.  "I  keep  tellin'  you  that,  Skeeter." 

"Well,  stop  tellin'  me!"  I  said.  "They's 
money  in  movies,  big  money.  And  you  got 
as  good  a  chance  as  any.  Make  a  lot  of 
dough  quick-like.  Think  of  the  stock  that'll 
buy  for  the  ranch." 

"You  sure  do  a  lot  of  plannin' !"  Lank 
shook  his  head,  but  I  could  see  that  the  idea 
of  doing  things  for  the  ranch  got  him.  That 
ranch  of  his  near  the  Gila  River  comes 
second  in  Lank's  heart.  Ethyl  comes  first, 
of  course. 

"If  you  won't  think  of  yourself,  Lank," 
I  said  then,  "think  of  Ethyl.  Ethyl's  got  to 
have  her  chance.  And  they  go  for  blondes 
out  here.  She'll  be  famous  right  along  with 
you." 

And  Fll  be  a  son  of  a  gun  if  Ethyl  didn't 
hear  me  away  back  there  in  the  trailer 
where  she  was  riding,  for  she  let  out  a 
whinny  you  coulda  heard  clear  back  to 
New  Mexico.  Lank  grinned  at  that  and 
leaned  out  of  the  window  to  look  back  at 
her,  and  Ethyl  began  stamping  those  legs 
of  hers  that  are  as  good  as  Marlene  Die- 
trich's in  their  own  way.  All  palomino 
horses  are  easy  to  look  at,  but  I  never  seen 
as  pretty  a  one  as  Ethyl. 

"Take  it  easy,  girl,"  Lank  said.  "We'll 
be  goin'  home  soon." 

"Don't  talk  like  that,  Lank,"  I  told  him. 
"Not  till  we  get  that  money,  anyway." 


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But  I  knew  having  a  movie  star  on  my 
hands  wasn't  going  to  be  any  cinch  when  I 
saw  Lank  beginning  to  get  that  restless 
look  in  his  eyes  when  we  saw  the  World 
Wide  Studio  ahead  of  us.  And  when  we 
sailed  through  the  gates  and  the  man  in 
uniform  came  running  after  us  and  jumped 
on  the  running  board  I  figured  Fd  better 
handle  the  thing. 

"Where  do  you  think  you're  going?"  he 
asked  as  Lank  put  on  the  brakes. 

"We're  Lank  Garrett,"  I  told  him,  "and 
we're  here  to  have  a  test  made.  Mr.  John- 
son sent  for  us.  Mr.  Phineas  Johnson." 

Well, .  I  could  see  Mr.  Johnson  musFbe 
the  boss  of  the  outfit  the  way  he  took  that 
and  just  motioned  us  to  go  in  when  I 
showed  him  the  letter  he'd  sent  Lank. 

We'd  been  told  to  report  to  the  casting 
office  and  we  were  just  wondering  where  it 
would  be  when  we  saw  the  girl.  She  was 
coming  out  of  one  of  the  buildings  marked 
"Star  Dressing  Rooms"  and  for  all  that  she 
looked  like  she  was  in  a  temper  about 
something,  she  was  the  most  beautiful  girl 
Fve  ever  laid  eyes  on.  Blonde,  and  with  a 
figure  that  was  made  to  fit  into  a  man's 
arms,  she  made  even  me  who  never  had 
much  use  for  girls  want  to  take  my  heart 
out  and  send  it  to  her  all  tied  up  with  pink 
ribbon  bows. 

That's  what  worried  me,  thinking  what 
Lank  might  be  feeling,  I  mean,  for  I  didn't 
want  him  getting  all  mixed  up  with  these 
Hollywood  girls  any  more  than  I  had  with 
the'  Rodeo  ones.  When  the  time  came  for 
Lank  to  be  getting  back  to  that  ranch  with 
all  the  money  for  the  stock  and  everything, 
it  would  be  soon  enough  for  him  to  be 
thinking  of  some  nice  ranch  girl  who'd 


make  him  a  good  wife.  You  know  what  I 
mean,  a  square-shooting  sort  of  girl,  a  real 
girl  who'd  want  a  home  and  kids.  For  to 
my  way  of  thinking,  only  the  best  is  good 
enough  for  Lank.  But  this  girl  looked  like 
trouble  the  minute  I  saw  her. 

"Pardon  me,  palomino,"  Lank  said  to 
her,  and  that  sort  of  got  me  nervous  too, 
seeing  that  he  noticed  that  blonde  hair  of 
hers  was  just  about  the  same  color  as 
Ethyl's.  "Could  you  tell  me  where  the  cast- 
ing office  is?" 

She  drew  herself  up  and  glared  at  him. 
"Just  who  do  you  think  you're  address- 
ing?" she  said.  "And  what  was  that  you 
called  me?" 

"Palomino,  Ma'am,"  Lank  said.  "That's 
a  kind  of  a  horse." 

"A  horse!"  she  cried,  and  for  the  life  of 
me  I  couldn't  see  how  that  little  mouth  of 
hers  could  make  so  much  noise.  "Well,  of 

all  the   "  And  she  was  gone  so  fast  I 

never  did  hear  what  she  was  going  to  say. 

Well,  we  finally  located  the  casting  of- 
fice and  met  Mr.  Gregory  who  was  in 
charge  of  it  and  Air.  Gilbert  who  was  a 
producer,  and  from  the  way  they  acted  I 
figured  they  weren't  any  more  set  on  hav- 
ing; Lank  than  Lank  was  on  being  there. 

"World  Wide  Studios  don't  make  horse 
operas,"  I  heard  Gilbert  whisper  to  Gregory. 
"Why  should  we  test  a  cowboy?" 

"We  don't  have  to  use  him  as  a  cow- 
boy," Gilbert  whispered  back.  "Hollywood 
needs  some  new  blood.  Besides,  don't  for- 
get who  discovered  him.  The  great  Phineas 
himself." 

I  could  see  Phineas  Johnson  was  im- 
portant, but  I  didn't  know  then  just  how 
important  he  was.   It  was  afterwards  I 


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THE  CAST: 

Crystal  Wayne. . .  .Mary  Beth  Hughes 
Lank  Garrett. ...  George  Montgomery 

Phincas  Johnson  Alan  Mowbray 

Skeeter  Fuzzy  Knight 


found  out  he  was  the  president  of  the  bank 
that  had  control  of  the  studios,  and  for  all 
the  others  blustered  and  complained,  they 
had  to  do  what  he  wanted. 

Another  man  they  called  the  talent  coach 
came  in  then  and  started  looking  Lank 
over  too.  Lank  didn't  care  for  it  and  I 
can't  say  I  blamed  him  much,  for  the  three 
of  them  acted  like  the  judges  at  the  cattle 
show  back  home.  I  was  expecting  them  to 
force  open  Lank's  mouth  and  look  at  his 
teeth  any  minute. 

"He  looks  all  right."  the  coach  said  then. 
"If  he  can  talk.  "We'll  have  to  hear  him 
read." 

"He  can  talk,"  I  told  them.  "Say  some- 
thing. Lank." 

And  Lank  was  real  obliging.  "Hello,"  he 
said. 

That  sort  of  set  them  back  a  bit.  but  not 
for  long.  They  began  talking  Lank  over  as 
if  he  wasn't  there  at  all.  saying  how  his 
hair  would  photograph  well  and  that  he 
ought  to  be  able  to  wear  clothes  with  a 
figure  like  that.  As  if  Lank  would  have 
listened  to  not  wearing  any ! 

"Do  you  have  evening  clothes,  pal?" 
Gregory-  asked,  and  when  Lank  stared  at 
him  not  knowing  what  he  meant  he  went 
on :  "You  know,  clothes  you  wear  at  night." 

"Gosh,  I'm  afraid  not."  Lank  said,  look- 
ing pretty  embarrassed.  "I  always  sleep 
'raw.' " 

That  was  too  much  for  me.  After  all.  I 
had  Lank's  interests  to  heart.  "You  ain't 
goin'  to  test  him  like  that,  are  you?"  I  de- 
manded. 

"It  might  be  our  best  bet."  Gilbert 
laughed.  Then  he  said  he'd  see  about  get- 
ting some  things  for  Lank  to  wear  in  the 


George  Montgomery  is  latest  threat  to  Robert  Taylor,  Tyrone  Power,  and  other 
Hollywood  glamor  lads.  He's  tall,  rugged,  handsome — and  in  his  first  big  role  he 
proves  he's  also  an  actor.  At  left,  Alan  Mowbray  as  the  producer  advises  his  star. 


test  and  told  us  to  meet  him  in  the  ward- 
robe department  after  lunch. 

Well,  you  could  have  knocked  me  over 
with  a  cyclone  when  he  told  us  we  could 
have  lunch  right  there  at  the  studio,  so 
Lank  and  I  went  to  the  place  he  told  us 
about.  It  was  crowded  when  we  got  there 
and  gosh  darn,  if  there  wasn't  the  palomino 
girl  sittin'  at  a  table  all  by  herself  while 
all  the  others  were  crowded,  so  we  moseyed 
over  to  her. 

"Mind  if  we  sit  here.  Ma'am?"  Lank 
asked,  and  though  he  was  as  nice  as  could 
be  about  it,  she  looked  mad. 

"Don't  call  me  Ma'am!"  she  said.  "Don't 
you  know  who  I  am?" 

"Well,"'  Lank  said,  looking  mighty  un- 
comfortable. "I  guess  you're  a  movie  star." 

"You  guess !"  The  girl  looked  as  if  she 
was  going  to  hit  him.  "I  am  Crystal 
Wayne!" 

As  soon  as  she  said  it  I  knew  who  she 
was.  I'd  never  seen  any  of  her  pictures. 
The  only  ones  Lank  and  I  see  are  the 
Westerns  because  they  strike  us  so  dog- 
goned  funny.  But  I'd  heard  she  was  one  of 
the  biggest  Hollywood  stars  and  I  thought 
I'd  better  stop  Lank  from  making  her  any 
madder.  It  might  interfere  with  his  career. 

"Well.  Lank."  I  said,  hoping  he'd  take 
the  hint  and  make  up  to  her  a  bit.  "You  and 
the  little  palomino  don't  seem  to  be  hittin' 
it  off  so  good." 

You  can't  never  tell  about  girls.  She 
acted  as  if  I  hadn't  been  trying  to  fix  things 
for  her  at  all.  "This  is  too  much !"  she 
yelled,  getting  up  so  fast  she  almost  knocked 
over  her  glass  of  water.  "Get  out  of  my 
way,  you  cowhand!"  And  she  sailed  past 
us  out  of  the  room  and  from  the  way  the 
other  people  laughed  after  she  was  gone,  I 
figured  they  didn't  like  her  very  much. 

And  afterwards  I  found  out  I  was  right 
about  that,  for  it  seemed  she  was  the  gen- 
eral headache  at  the  studio.  She  was  always 
fighting  with  the  director  and  the  publicity 
department  and  her  leading  man  and  com- 
plaining about  the  clothes  they  wanted  her 
to  wear  and  tearing  them  in  pieces  after 
people  had  been  sittin'  up  nights  making 
them  for  her.  There  wasn't  anything  any- 
one could  do  about  it  either,  for  it  seemed 
her  pictures  were  the  only  ones  making 
money  for  the  studio  and  they  had  to  take 
whatever  she  wanted  to  give  them,  good  or 
bad.  Onlv  it  was  all  bad. 


But  things  wasn't  all  bad  about  the 
studio.  One  part  of  it  was  like  home.  When 
Lank  asked  where  we  could  put  up  our 
horses  Gregory  suggested  there  might  be 
a  place  on  the  back  lot  and  had  one  of  the 
studio  policemen  take  us  out  there.  There 
was  all  sorts  of  things  on  that  back  lot, 
darned  if  there  wasn't  even  some  kind  of 
a  lake  with  a  wharf  on  it  and  a  boat  tied 
up  to  it  that  the  policeman  told  us  was  a 
part  of  Xew  York  Harbor,  and  there  was 
a  bit  of  Chinatown  right  out  of  San  Fran- 
cisco and  all  sorts  of  other  places  he  told 
us  the}-  used  for  sets  in  pictures.  But  the 
one  Lank  and  me  liked  best  was  a  real  oid 
ranch  house  made  out  of  adobe  and  tim- 
bers and  to  make  it  seem  even  more  like 
home  there  was  cactus  growing  around  it, 
and  behind  it  was  the  neatest  corral  I  ever 
laid  eyes  on.  And  say,  did  those  horses  act 
like  they  had  come  home  when  we  put 
diem  in  it. 

We  felt  like  we  had  come  home  too  when 
we  went  inside  the  ranch  house  and  saw 
that  it  was  all  fixed  up  as  if  it  had  been 
waiting  for  us,  and  when  we  asked  the 
policeman  if  anyone  lived  there  and  he  said 
no,  we  decided  to  stay  there,  what  with  it 
being  so  homelike  and  all  and  yet  being 
right  in  the  middle  of  things  too,  with  a 
part  of  Xew  York  Harbor  right  in  our 
backyard  and  Chinatown  just  a  few7  steps 
away. 

But  Lank  was  sort  of  quiet,  and  when  he 
took  out  his  guitar  and  started  singing  I 
was  nervous.  Then  I  knew  I  was  right  and 
he  was  thinking  of  the  girl.  "Wonder  why 
that  Crystal  Wayne's  mad  at  me,"  he  said. 
"She's  kind  of  pretty  and  there's  something 
sort  of  special  about  her.  Maybe  it  was  my 
fault.  I  sure  wish  I  could  make  it  up  with 
her." 

"Y\  ell,  you  know  where  she  lives."  I  told 
him.  remembering  the  house  we'd  seen  her 
coming  out  of  that  morning.  At  first  Lank 
acted  kind  of  shy  about  going  there  but 
after  a  while  he  decided  to  go  and  so  I 
thought  it  was  just  as  well  if  I  went  along 
with  him  and  kept  my  eyes  on  the  situation. 

Pretty  soon  a  car  drove  up  in  front  of 
the  building  and  then  after  a  while  Crystal 
came  out  followed  by  a  girl  who  turned  out 
to  be  her  maid.  And  when  Lank  went  over 
to  her  and  smiled  in  that  way  he  has  and 
said  he  was  sorry  she  didn't  look  so  mad 
when  she  turned  around.  "Mavbe  vou  can 


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Mischa  Auer  appears  to  be  quite  overcome  with  the  heat  or  something  while  dancing  with 
"The  Flame  of  New  Orleans.''  The  place  was  Ciro's  and  the  cause  a  worthy  one — Charity. 


explain  why  you  found  it  necessary  to  call, 
me  a  horse,"  she  said  then.  "A — a — what- 
ever it  was  you  called  it." 

"A  palomino,"  Lank  said  it  for  her.  "But 
gee,  Ma'am,  Miss  Wayne,  that  was  meant 
for  a  compliment.  Horses  to  me  are  beau- 
tiful and  a  palomino's  just  about  the  most 
beautiful  horse  there  is,  so  when  I  see  a 
girl  as  beautiful  as  you,  all  blonde  and 
everything,  why  palomino  just  seems  like 
the  only  name  for  you." 

"Well,"  she  said,  and  then  she  smiled  and 
it  was  just  like  the  sun  coming  up  over 
the  desert.  "That  sounds  kind  of  pretty." 
And  when  Lank  grinned  and  asked  if  she 
wasn't  mad  at  him  any  more,  she  smiled 
some  more.  "Of  course  not.  I  never  was, 
really,  you  beautiful  dope!" 

"Dope?"  Lank  asked  in  a  stunned  kind 
of  way,  and  then  she  laughed. 

"Yes,  dope !  All  men  to  me  are  beautiful, 
you  see,  but  the  most  beautiful  of  all  are 
the  dopes.  So  when  I  see  you  I  just  naturally 
think,  dope!"  And  if  she  wasn't  smiling  so 
sweetly,  I'd  have  been  sure  she  was  joshing 
him.  But  I  knew  she  couldn't  have  been 
when  she  drove  us  home  to  the  back  lot  in 
her  car. 

Things  were  different  after  that.  Lank 
and  Crystal  went  riding  together  and  some- 
times at  night  she  used  to  come  to  our 
ranch  house  on  the  back  lot  and  Lank 
would  get  out  his  guitar  and  sing.  It  wor- 
ried me  for  I  could  see  Lank  was  getting 
in  deep  and  I  felt  no  good  could  come  out 
of  his  loving  Crystal.  Of  course,  I  could 
see  how  easy  it  would  be  to  feel  that  way 
about  her  for  she  was  as  gentle  as  a  broken 
colt  these  days. 

The  studio  didn't  know  what  to  make  of 
it  at  first.  Here  she  was  with  smiles  for 
everybody  and  never  complaining  about 
anything  any  more.  But  it  took  them  a  long 
time  to  get  hep  to  what  made  the  differ- 
ence. I  could've  told  them  right  along  but 
nobody  asked  me. 

Me  and  Lank  had  been  hanging  around 
the  studio  for  a  couple  of  weeks  now  and 
nothing  had  happened  about  a  contract.  Of 
course,  they  took  tests  of  Lank  every  day 
but  they  all  just  sort  of  groaned  when  they 
looked  at  Lank  emoting,  as  they  called  it, 
and  told  him  to  come  the  next  day  for  an- 
other one.  I  guess  they'd' ve  let  him  go  if  it 
wasn't  for  this  Phineas  Johnson  who  kept 
telling  them  they  had  a  good  thing  in  Lank. 

It  was  making  me  kind  of  nervous  think- 
ing how  maybe  me  and  Lank  would  be  go- 
ing away  without  any  of  that  nice  Hollywood 
money  for  the  ranch.  So  one  day  I  went  to 
see  Gilbert  to  ask  how  about  it.  His  office 
was  right  next  door  to  Gregory's  and  as  I 


sat  waiting  I  suddenly  heard  them  talking 
in  there. 

"I've  just  put  two  and  two  together," 
Gilbert  was  saying.  "Listen:  valuable  blonde 
star,  temperamental,  hard  to  handle,  has 
tantrums,  holds  up  production,  costs  studio 
plenty.  Blonde  star  meets  big,  handsome 
cowboy,  cowboy  makes  her  happy,  she  be- 
haves on  sets,  production  speeds  up,  saves 
studio  thousands  of  dollars,  everybody's 
happy.  Now,  wouldn't  you  say  the  cowboy 
was  worth  something  to  the  studio,  say  a 
contract  of  one  hundred  or  so  a  week?" 

I  did  some  quick  arithmetic  and  saw  that 
a  hundred  a  week  for  a  few  months  could 
buy  plenty  of  stock  for  the  ranch.  But  I 
couldn't  ever  tell  Lank  what  I'd  heard. 
He'd  pack  up  and  go  home  and  there 
wouldn't  be  any  arguments  to  stop  him.  So 
I  knew  that  for  once  in  my  life  I'd  just 
have  to  keep  a  secret  from  Lank  and  make 
him  think  it  was  all  regular  and  over  the 
board. 

Then  just  when  I  was  figuring  some  way- 
to  get  out  without  anyone  knowing  I'd  been 
listening,  I  heard  Phineas  Johnson  come 
into  the  office  next  door  and  start  raising 
ructions  about  Lank's  last  test  and  saying 
he'd  been  mistaken  about  Lank's  being 
movie  material  and  that  he  was  letting  him 


go.  And-  say,  you'd  have  laughed  to  hear 
Gilbert  and  Gregory  jumping  in,  both 
speaking  at  once  and  insisting  they  keep 
Lank  on  because  they  were  sure  he  had 
something,  though  they'd  been  all  for  let- 
ting him  go  before. 

"I  don't  know  about  that,"  Johnson  said. 
"I  ran  off  all  his  tests  for  the  studio  ste- 
nographers to  get  their  reaction  and  what 
do  you  think  they  said?  'He's  cute.'  All 
this  trouble  we've  gone  to  and  all  they  say 
is,  he's  cute!" 

"Well,  that's  not  so  bad,"  Gilbert  said. 
"If  we  can  get  fifty  million  American 
women  to  say  the  same  thing,  we've  got  a 
new  star." 

That  must  have  made  sense  to  Johnson, 
for  he  took  hold  as  if  it  had  been  his  idea 
from  the  beginning.  "I've  got  it,  gentle- 
men !"  he  says.  "It's  those  tests,  those  con- 
tract players  they've  been  testing  him  with. 
Garrett  might  do  better  with  somebody  to 
stir  him  up.  I've  got  it,  gentlemen,  what 
about  Crystal  Wayne?  If  anyone  can  get 
something  out  of  that  cowboy,  she  can.  I'll 
ask  her  this  afternoon.  She'll  do  it  for  me." 

He  went  out  then  and  I  was  going  to 
make  my  own  getaway  when  I  heard 
something  else  the  others  were  saying.  I 
wish  I  hadn't,  for  it  was  about  Crystal 
being  Johnson's  girl.  And  I  knew  that  was 
something  else  I  couldn't  tell  Lank  if  I 
didn't  want  our  friendship  smashed  up  and 
I  sure  didn't  want  that.  I  kept  thinking  of 
it  that  night  when  Crystal  came  over  to  the 
ranch  house  after  dinner.  At  night  with  the 
moonlight  shining  down  and  the  sky  thick 
with  stars,  it  wasn't  .any  different  from 
New  Mexico.  Lank  had  his  guitar  and  I 
was  playing  my  harmonica  and  then  Lank 
began  singing  a  song  we  used  to  sing  back 
home,  all  about  a  cowboy  who  loved  a  girl 
until  he  found  she  had  another  sweetheart. 

It  was  then  I  knew  it  was  true  what  I'd 
heard  that  afternoon  about  Crystal  and 
Johnson,  for  she  looked  as  if  there  was 
something  on  her  conscience  that  was  both- 
ering her,  and  when  she  spoke  it  was  just 
as  if  tears  had  gotten  all  mixed  up  with 
her  voice.  "Lank,"  she  said  very  softly.  "Do 
cowboys  feel  that  way  about  their  women, 
the  way  that  song  tells  it?  Do  they  really 
never  forgive  the  girl  who  does  'em  wrong?" 

"I  don't  know,"  Lank  said.  "I  didn't 
write  the  song." 

"But  you  sang  it  so  lovely,  Lank,"  she 
whispered.  "As  if  you  meant  every  word 
of  it."  And  then  suddenly  there  she  was 
moving  closer  to  Lank  and  the  first  thing 
I  knew  he  had  his  arm  around  her  and  was 
kissing  her,  and  so  I  put  my  harmonica  in 


Universale  huge  staff  of  entertainers  turned 
Producer  Joe  Pasternak,  star  maker,  dances 


out  en  masse  for  the  charity  show  at  Ciro's. 
with  pretty  starlet  Dorothy  Darrell,  above. 


68 


TH  ESE  3  WOM  EN  have  as  Beautiful  Complexions 


as  I  have  ever  seen^x^^^^^J^^W^^^^/7/ 


HURRELL,  who  has  photographcl  man)  ol  the  most  glamor- 
ous women  in  America,  says  he  was  tremendously  impressed 
by  the  lovely  complexions  of  these  three  society  beauties. 
The  striking  charm  of  their  skin  is  not  a  matter  of  chance. 
Naturally  beautiful,  their  skin  is  made  even  lovelier  by  their 
faithful  following  of  the  Pond's  Beauty  Ritual. 


MRS.  FRANKLIN  D.  ROOSEVELT,  Jr. 

looks  like  a  lovely  Dresden-china 
figurine.  Since  she  was  in  boarding 
school,  she  has  used  Pond's  at  least 
twice  every  day — and  her  skin  is 
damask  fine — soft,  smooth. 


MRS.  WHITNEY  BOURNE 

has  the  poised  beauty  of 
an  orchid.  Her  pink  and 
cream  skin  is  dazzling — 
rich,  vibrant.  She  has  used 
Pond's  since  her  deb  days. 


A  BEAUTIFYING  «"«^^£^ 

Pond's  Cold  Cr  ^;j^-eitoffwit, 
time  cleansings.You.  smooth  t  on     P  ^ 

P°nd'S  TTl^P^nd-/CoVcream  again,  spank 
make-up.  APpV>  Vona  ~ ui 

soft,  supple.  kin  ti,  le  a„d 

,  *  .TS'^ii^W's  cooling,  astringent 
f°leS.  .ai«  «».,- omness,  too. 

the  1-mmute  ^7*?^  2  full  minute.  You 
ishing  Creaxn-  Wipenffaft^  i/  keratolvt 

will  havdK  ^^^geam  has  taken  oft 
action  of  Pond  s  \  anum  rougnened 
countless  tmy  bit,  ot  drieo  s  looks 

"""•'^SEND  TODAY  FOR  NEW  BEAUTY  R.TUAL 

itINW       w  «  rlintoii,  Conn.  „...,„veii 


POIS  p  s 


,    -*.CVF,   Clinton,  Conn.  Roosevelt, 

For  the  5»cl«!^lanW  *»od  Kil"  <-",aml„ng  sk  „  Freshener, 

Pond  s  Special  Beam?    ,     0f,,.ning  — 3      ' ,  i. 

CoW  t  ^-T^^^rcVeSnT-Vor  .he  1-mJnn.e  Mask. 
Tissues  and  \anishing 


SCREENLAND 


69 


my  pocket  and  tiptoed  away. 

It  was  the  next  morning  Lank  was  going 
to  make  his  new  test  with  Crystal.  John- 
son introduced  them  just  as  if  they  hadn't 
met  at  all  and  Lank  looked  puzzled  when 
Crystal  acted  as  if  she  hadn't  ever  seen  him 
before.  But  he  didn't  have  a  chance  to  say 
anything,  for  the  director  started  them  out 
on  the  scene  they  were  going  to  do.  Lank 
looked  more  like  himself  now,  wearing  his 
own  cowboy  clothes,  and  I  guess  he  felt 
more  at  home  too  since  they  were  taking 
it  out  on  our  ranch,  the  one  on  the  back  lot 
I  mean.  But  they'd  just  started  the  scene 
when  a  couple  of  airplanes  flew  over  the 
lot  and  the  engines  made  so  much  noise  the 
director  motioned  to  them  to  stop. 

"If  it  isn't  bad  actors,  it's  noisy  planes," 
he  said,  but  "nobody  paid  any  attention  to 
him.  For  Crystal  and  Lank  were  standing 


there  talking  to  each  other  and  everybody 
else  was  looking  up  at  the  planes.  Then 
when  they  were  gone  they  started  the  scene 
all  over  again  and  the  camera  man  gave 
his  assistant  a  bawling  out,  for  it  seemed 
he'd  been  letting  the  camera  run  all  the 
time. 

They  were  going  to  run  the  test  the  next 
day  and  I  got  to  the  projection  room  early, 
for  I  wanted  to  see  if  Crystal  had  improved 
Lank's  acting  any.  Lank  had  given  up  see- 
ing his  tests  but  I  felt  it  was  part  of  a 
manager's  job  to  keep  watch  on  everything. 
But  as  early  as  I  got  there'  Gilbert  and  the 
director  and  Johnson  were  there  before  me. 

If  it  had  been  anybody  but  Lank  I  could 
have  laughed  at  the  fool  way  he  looked 
standing  there  on  the  screen  making  love 
to  Crystal.  Maybe  it  was  the  things  he  had 
to  say  to  her,  maybe  it  was  because  he  was 
just  naturally  shy,  or  maybe  it  was  just 
because  he  wasn't  no  actor  at  all.  But  even 
I  could  see  he  was  gosh  darn  awful,  though 
I'd  have  biffed  any  one  else  who  said  it  on 
the  jaw. 

"It's  going  to  be  hard,"  he  was  saying  up 
there  on  the  screen,  looking  at  Crystal  as  if 
he  thought  she  was  going  to  bite  him, 
"leaving  all  this,  the  clean  blue  of  that 
heaven,  the  smell  of  that  dust  and  the  sage. 
I'll  miss  it  all." 

"And  me?"  Crystal  asked  in  that  sweet 
voice  of  hers.  "How  about  me,  Slim?  Won't 
you  miss  me  a  little?" 

"You,"  he  said,  looking  more  scared  than 
ever  and  his  voice  sounding  like  he  was 
juggling  pebbles  in  his  mouth.  "You  most 
of  all.  You  are  the  blue  heaven.  You  are 
the  dust  and  the  sage  and  the  beauty  and 


the  wonder  of  it  all.  .  .  ." 

_  Then  all  of  a  sudden  there  was  a  whir- 
ring sound  and  Crystal  and  Lank  looked  up 
and  the  film  wobbled  a  little. 

"This  is  the  wrong  take,"  the  director 
said.  "This  is  where  the  plane  comes  in. 
How  in  blazes  did  this  come  through?" 

But  in  just  a  second  the  picture  went  on 
and  it  wasn't  the  scene  at  all,  just  Lank 
and  Crystal  standing  there  talking,  with 
the  camera  running  and  the  sound  track 
still  on. 

"Never  mind,"  Johnson  said  then.  "We'll ' 
look  at  this  too.  Might  as  well  see  them 
all." 

"Just  now  you  acted  as  if  you  had  never 
seen  me  before,"  Lank  said,  as  the  test 
Went  on.  "What  was  the  reason  for  that?" 

"It  seemed  the  wisest  thing  to  do,"  Crys- 
tal   hesitated    just    a    little.  "Somebody 


might  wonder  about  us,  I  mean." 

"Don't  you  want  nobody  to  know?" 
Lank  asked. 

"Not  everybody,"  Crystal  said.  "Not  yet." 

Lank  sort  of  gulped  then.  "Maybe  you 
don't  feel  about  me  the  way  I  do  about 
you.  I  mean  enough  that  you  don't  care 
who  knows  it." 

"I  do — really — inside,"  Crystal  said 
softly. 

"But  you're  so  beautiful  and  important 
and  all  that,"  Lank  said  as  if  he  couldn't 
get  over  his  good  luck.  "You  must  be  used 
to  having  men  at  your  feet  all  the  time." 

"I  don't  want  men  at  my  feet,"  Crystal 
whispered.  "I  want  to  look  up  at  my  man, 
like  this."  And  she  moved  closer  to  him 
and  for  a  minute  I  thought  she  was  going 
to  kiss  him. 

I  heard  Gilbert  gasp  at  that  and  the  di- 
rector coughed,  but  Johnson  just  sat  there 
thinking  it  was  a  part  of  the  test. 

"This  is  great !"  he  said.  "Better  than  I 
expected.  Crystal  certainly  gets  what  we 
want  out  of  him." 

"Maybe  I'm  wrong,"  Lank  said  then. 
"But  it  seemed  to  me  you  didn't  want  Mr. 
Johnson  to  know  that  you  knew  me,  that 
you  were  afraid — " 

"I  do  believe  you're  jealous  of  Mr.  John- 
son," Crystal  said  then.  "But  that's  so  silly, 
Lank." 

Then  suddenly  you  couldn't  hear  what 
they  were  saying  any  more,  not  with  John- 
son getting  up  and  letting  out  a  roar  like  a 
steer  that  had  just  been  thrown  and  rush- 
ing out  of  the  room. 

He'd  no  sooner  gone  than  I  went  too. 
For  I  couldn't  keep  quiet  any  longer.  I  had 


to  warn  Lank.  But  when  I  found  him  he 
was  on  his  way  to  Crystal's  dressing  room. 

"I  got  to  find  out  about  something,"  he 
said.  "I  heard  some  of  the  girls  talking  and 
they  said  Crystal  was  Mr.  Johnson's  girl 
friend  and  I  was  just  being  kept  around 
and  paid  that  money  every  week  to  keep 
her  happy.  I  got  to  see  Crystal  and  find 
out  if  it's  true." 

I  could  see  he  was  still  hoping  that  it 
wasn't,  but  when  we  got  to  Crystal's  dress- 
ing room  we  heard  Johnson  inside  talking 
to  her. 

"But  you  told  me  to  play  up  to  him  in 
the  test,"  Crystal  was  saying.  "What  did 
you  expect?  Can  I  help  it  if  I'm  such  a 
good  actress?" 

"Can  you  help  it  if  you're  a  double-cross- 
ing little  cheat,  you  mean,"  Johnson  shouted. 
"What  could  you  possibly  see  in  that  cow- 
boy?" 

"What  could  I  see  in  him?"  Crystal 
shrieked.  "What  did  you  see  in  him?  It 
was  you  who  were  so  hopped  up  to  have 
him  make  good.  I  was  only  doing  you  a 
favor.  'Do  it  for  me!'  you  said.  'Do  it  for 
old  Phinny.'"  She  started  to  laugh  then. 
"It's  funny,  isn't  it?" 

"I'm  not  laughing,"  Johnson  said. 

"I  am!"  Crystal  sounded  as  if  she  was 
having  hysterics,  laughing  and  crying  like 
that  at  the  same  time.  "You  thought  we 
could  take  that  greenhorn  cowboy  and 
make  a  ham  actor  out  of  him.  Well,  let  me 
tell  you  what  /  made  out  of  him.  Let  me 
tell  you,  my  sweet,  precious  Phinny !" 

But  he  didn't  hear  that,  for  Lank  backed 
away  from  that  door  as  if  he'd  stepped  into 
a  nest  of  rattlers.  I  know  better  than  to  try 
to  talk  to  Lank  when  he  looks  like  that  and 
besides,  I  wouldn't  have  tried  to  argue 
with  him  even  if  I  could.  Lank  had  been 
right  about  Hollywood  in  the  first  place. 
It  wasn't  for  the  kind  of  man  he  is,  and  I 
should  have  known  it. 

I'd  been  right  about  Crystal  too,  but  it 
didn't  make  me  happy  knowing  that.  There 
are  some  things  a  man'd  rather  not  be 
right  about._  It  didn't  take  much  to  see 
Lank  couldn't  get  her  out  of  his  mind  after 
we  got  back  to  New  Mexico,  even  if  he 
never  as  much  as  mentioned  her  name.  And 
when  he  spoke  _  about  going  back  to  the 
Rodeo  I  knew  it  was  because  that  ranch 
house  of  his  reminded  him  of  that  other 
ranch  on  the  back  lot  and  he'd  be  remem- 
bering how  Crystal  used  to  come  out  to 
see  him  and  how  happy  he'd  been. 

So  that  day  I  rode  into  town  and  saw 
the  headlines  on  all  the  papers  saying  Cry- 
stal had  disappeared  from  Hollywood,  I 
didn't  even  tell  Lank  about  it,  hating  to 
bring  up  anything  that  would  remind  him  > 
even  more  than  he  was  being  reminded  al- 
ready. But  I  had  to  keep  a  harness  on  my 
mouth  to  keep  from  doing  it.  Then  the  i 
next  morning  I'll  be  a  coyote's  uncle  if  a 
car  didn't  come  right  up  to  our  porch  and 
Crystal  and  her  maid  got  out  of  it. 

Crystal  didn't  say  a  word  at  first,  just 
ran  to  Lank  and  put  her  arms  around  him 
as  if  she  never  wanted  to  let  go  of  him 
again,  but  he  looked  at  her  and  his  eyes 
were  colder  than  a  desert  night  as  he 
pulled  her  arms  away  and  stood  holding 
her  away  from  him. 

"Is  that  any  way  to  act  with  a  girl  who's 
just  walked  out  on  her  whole  career  to  be 
with  the  man  she  loves?"  Crystal  asked 
then.  "What  happened,  Lank?" 

"You're  asking  me  what  happened?" 
Lank  said.  "That's  kind  of  funny."  And  he 
turned  on  his  heels  and  left  her. 

I  went  along  with  him,  for  there  was 
some  fences  that  needed  mending.  But  we'd 
no  sooner  started  than  there  was  Crystal 
coming  over  to  us  and  looking  as  if  she'd 
been  crying  her  eyes  out. 

"Why  won't  you  listen  to  me,  Lank?" 
she  said. 

"I  listened  to  you  once,"  Lank  said. 
"That  time  you  were  telling  Mr.  Johnson 
what  you  saw  in  me.  You  said  I  was  a 
greenhorn  cowboy." 


Brenda  Marshall  and  William  Lundigan  smile  thusly  for  their  roles  in  Warner  Brothers' 
"Highway  West."  There's  nothing  more  satisfactory  than  to  see  that  "They  Lived  Happily 
Ever  After"  look  in  the  eyes  of  such  attractive  people.  Olympe  Bradna's  in  the  cast,  too. 


70 


she  has  a  Beauty  Tip  for  YOU 


TRY  ACTIVE-LATHER  FACIALS 
for  30  days.  Give  your  skin, 
right  in  your  own  home,  the  gentle 
care  that  protects  Hollywood's 
million-dollar  complexions.  Lux 
Toilet  Soap's  ACTIVE  lather  re- 
moves dust,  dirt,  stale  cosmetics 
thoroughly  —  leaves  skin  smooth 
and  soft.  You'll  find  these  facials  a 
wonderful  beauty  aid — a  great  help 
in  keeping  skin  lovely. 


9  out  of  10  Hollywood  Screen  Stars  use  Lux  Toilet  Soap 


SCREENLAND 


"1 


"Oh,"  she  said,  and  then  she  smiled,  and 
with  her  eyes  shining  like  that  I  knew  she 
was  telling  the  truth.  "The  trouble  is  you 
didn't  listen  long  enough,  Lank.  If  you  had 
you  would  have  heard  me  say  what  I  really 
thought  of  you,  that  you  were  the  grandest, 
realest  person  I  ever  knew  and  that  I  was 
in  love  for  the  first  time  in  my  nasty,  ill- 
tempered  life  and  that  if  you  wanted  me  I 
was  going  with  you  and  Phineas  and  the 
whole  World  Wide  Studios  could  go  and 
jump  in  the  Los  Angeles  River.  I  admit 
that  in  the  beginning  I  was  kidding  you 
because  I  thought  it  was  fun.  But  that 
didn't  last  long— the  kidding,  I  mean." 

She  waited  for  Lank  to  say  something 
and  when  he  didn't  she  just  sort  of  gulped 
a  bit  before  she  went  on.  "I've  told  you 
everything  now,"  she  said  pleadingly.  "And 
I  know  that  there's  a  lot  I  ought  not  to 
even  ask  to  be  forgiven  for.  But  you  never 
know  how  things  will  turn  out.  You  never 
know  just  meeting  someone  that  some  day 
that  someone  will  be  the  only  thing  in  the 
world  that  matters.  If  you  did,  you'd  plan 
things  differently.  You'd  be  honest  and 
clean  and  clear  right  from  the  start.  You 
ought  to  be  able  to  see  that,  Lank.  You 
would,  if  you  really  loved  me." 

"What  do  you  think  I  ran  away  for?" 
Lank  said  then. 

"And  what  do  you  think  I  came  after 
you  for?"  Crystal  asked.  "To — to — to  watch 
you  mend  fences?"  And  she  took  his  pliers 
and  threw  them  away  and  the  way  they 
stood  there  looking  at  each  other  I  knew  it 
was  about  time  I  should  be  leaving  them 
alone.  But  then  I  saw  it  wouldn't  make  any 
difference  if  I  went,  not  with  all  those  cars 
turning  into  the  ranch,  not  with  Johnson 
getting  out  of  one  of  them  and  coming 
over  toward  us. 

"Well,  well,"  he  said.  "Nice  work,  Cry- 
stal, finding  him  for  us.  Lank,  you  ran  off 
at  the  wrong  time,  just  when  I  had  a  con- 
tract all  ready  for  you.  But  it'll  be  all 
right  now.  I've  brought  photographers  with 
me,  both  newsreels  and  still  men.  It'll  be 
the  greatest  publicity  stunt  in  years.  The 
whole  country  looking  for  Crystal  Wayne, 
and  they  find  her  in  the  arms  of  her  lover. 
You're  a  cinch,  cowboy,  for  the  greatest 
romantic  team  on  the  screen!" 

Crystal  was  staring  at  him  as  if  she 
didn't  believe  her  own  eyes.  "Phinny,  what 
are  you  raving  about?"  she  demanded. 

"It's  plain  enough,"  Lank  said  then.  "I 


get  it.  Don't  let  on  like  you  don't  under- 
stand. I've  got  to  hand  it  to  you  two.  You 
work  as  well  together  as  you  do  separately." 

"Lank,  you  don't  know  what  you're  say- 
ing," Crystal  said,  and  she  seemed  to  droop 
right  there  before  our  eyes.  "I  didn't  have 
anything  to  do  with  this.  Tell  him  that, 
Phinny." 

"Do  you  think  he  would  believe  me?" 
Johnson  asked  grinning. 

Lank  turned  on  him  then.  "At  least 
you've  got  good  sense.  You  know  when  to 
stop  acting.  Now,  if  you'll  get  out  of  here 
I'll  be  much  obliged.  Come  on,  you,  all  of 
you!  Get  off  this  ranch!" 

He  turned  and  started  toward  the  house 
and  Crystal  ran  after  him.  "Lank,"  she 
called.  "You've  got  to  listen  to  me.  I  didn't 
do  this.  You've  got  to  believe  me.  You've 
got  to  listen!" 

"I  don't  have  to  listen  and  you  don't 
have  to  talk,"  Lank  said  without  even  turn- 
ing around.  "I  want  you  and  this  whole 
outfit  out  of  here  in  fifteen  minutes.  Un- 
derstand?" 

For  all  Lank's  so  shy  at  times  and  so 
easy  and  everything,  when  he  talks  like 
that  people  usually  do  what  he  tells  them 
to.  And  in  half  an  hour  that  ranch  was  the 
lonesomest  place  in  New  Mexico.  Lank  felt 
it  was,  too,  you  could  see  that  the  way  he 
wandered  around.  But  this  time  I  wasn't 
going  to  hold  my  tongue.  There  was  some- 
thing about  the  way  Crystal  looked  when 
she  got  in  her  car  at  last  that  made  me 
know  she  was  telling  the  truth.  But  the 
more  I  said  the  more  Lank  shut  up,  and 
even  the  time  I  saw  that  paragraph  in  the 
paper  saying  Crystal  was  getting  out  of 
pictures,  he  wouldn't  say  much  at  first. 

We'd  been  packing  up  to  go  back  to  the 
Rodeo  when  I  found  it,  and  for  a  minute 
after  I'd  read  it  to  him  Lank  kept  right  on. 

"You  see,  you  were  wrong  about  that 
girl."  I  said  after  a  while. 

"Well,  it's  too  late  now,  even  if  I  was," 
Lank  said. 

"We  could  go  to  Hollywood,"  I  sug- 
gested, and  for  a  minute  I  thought  he  was 
going  to  take  me  up  on  it.  But  he  shook 
his  head. 

"And  miss  the  Rodeo  at  Albuquerque?" 
he  asked.  "We're  all  signed  up  for  that." 

"There'll  be  other  Rodeos,"  I  told  him. 
"There's  only  one  Crystal." 

"Don't  talk  like  a  romantic  old  squaw!" 


As  soon  as  Olympe  Bradna  completes  "High- 
way West"  she  will  wed  Douglas  Wilhoit, 
above.  May  your  smiles  always  be  radiant! 

he  said  then.  "She  probably  even  wouldn't 
see  me.  I'll  stick  to  Rodeos.  I  can  handle 
them.  Blondes  are  too  much  for  me." 

But  even  the  Rodeo  couldn't  take  his 
mind  off  Crystal.  I  saw  that  the  day  we 
were  opening,  for  nothing  made  any  differ- 
ence to  Lank,  the  big  posters  all  over  town 
with  his  name  in  letters  a  foot  high  and  the 
kids  following  him  around  and  the  Rodeo 
girls  clustering  around  him,  or  anything. 
Even  when  the  crowd  cheered  as  he  came 
riding  in  on  Ethyl  it  was  just  like  he  didn't 
hear  them  at  all  and  he  didn't  even  smile 
or  throw  his  sombrero  in  the  air  the  way 
he  always  used  to. 

He  didn't  even  look  at  me  sitting  in  the 
grandstand  the  way  he  always  did,  and  I 
was  feeling  as  low  as  he  was  when  I  heard 
someone  call  my  name  and  when  I  turned 
around  there  was  Crystal  getting  into  the 
seat  next  to  me. 

"I  was  on  my  way  to  New  York,"  she 
said.  "And  I  got  off  the  plane  at  Albuquer- 
que just  to  walk  a  little  and  then  I  saw 
Lank's  poster  and  I  couldn't  go  on.  I  had 
to  see  him  again,  Skeeter,  even  if  he  does 
hate  me." 

But  hate  was  the  wrong  word,  even  if 
poets  do  say  it's  the  next  thing  to  love.  For 
just  then  Lank  looked  up  and  saw  her  and 
if  you  could  have  seen  his  eyes  and  the 
way  he  smiled !  But  it  was  too  much  for 
him,  seeing  her  suddenly  like  that.  And  the 
next  think  you  know,  Lank'  had  fallen  off 
his  horse.  Lank,  the  champion  rider  of  the 
world,  the  man  no  bronco  had  ever  thrown! 

Crystal  caught  her  breath  in  that  quick 
sob  and  then  she  was  running  right  out  of 
the  grandstand  and  over  to  Lank.  And  this 
time  he  didn't  even  try  to  get  away  when 
she  knelt  down  beside  him  and  put  her 
arms  around  him. 

"Oh,  Lank,  you  stubborn  dope,"  she  said. 

Lank  grinned.  "That's  what  you  called 
me  that  first  day,"  he  said. 

"Am  I  still  a  palomino?"  she  asked  then, 
and  when  he  grinned  again  it  didn't  make 
any  difference  that  flashlights  were  popping 
and  photographers  were  running  over  to 
take  their  picture.  For  3'ou'd  have  thought 
they  were  alone,  with  not  even  me  there, 
the  way  they  kissed  each  other.  That's  how 
it  come  about  Lank's  photograph  was  on 
the  cover  of  that  picture  magazine  again, 
only  this  time  Crystal  was  there  right 
along  with  him,  although  you  wouldn't 
have  recognized  either  one  of  them  with 
their  faces  just  melting  into  each  other's 
like  that.  It  made  me  wonder  how  I'd  ever 
thought  Lank  was  bashful. 


Robert  Taylor,  visiting  the  "Lady  Be  Good"  set,  Eleanor  Powell  and  Red  Skelton,  produced 
these  scrumptious  smiles  when  Red  Skelton  told  a  joke.  It  isn't  every  comedian  who  can 
laugh   at  his  own  jokes.  If  the  cast  is  any  indication,   "Lady  Be  Good"  will   be  great. 


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It  clings  to  you  and  Flatters  you... 
THRU  ALL  THESE  4  EXCITING  HOURS! 


AT  8  O'CLOCK,  when  you  and  your  big  mo- 
ment step  forth— you  in  your  best  frock  and 
in  your  lucky  shade  of  Lady  Esther  Powder, 
you  step  forth  in  confidence,  confidence  in 
yourself,  in  your  frock,  in  your  Face  Powder. 


AND  AT  10  O'CLOCK,  yes,  even  at  11  o"clock 
you  can  dance  on  happy  in  knowing  that  your 
Lady  Esther  Face  Powder  is  still  clinging 
smoothly,  perfectly. 


AND  WHEN  THE  MOMENT  of  good  night  comes— yes,  even  if  it  is  midnight, 
you  will  have  never  a  sign  of  vanishing  Face  Powder.  For  your  Lady  Esther 
Powder  is  still  faithful  to  your  beauty,  still  flatters  you  with  the  glamor 
it  gives  your  skin.  Yes,  Lady  Esther  Powder  does  cling,  and  cling,  and  cling! 


Thank  you,  Lady  Esther,  for  4  thrilling  hours  of  Lasting  Loveliness! 


THE  HOURS  OF  8  to  midnight  are  the 
hours  of  parties,  fun,  romance.  Can 
you  stay  lovely  to  look  at  from  8  to  12  ? 

Your  nicest  evening  can  be  spoiled  if 
you  have  to  play7  a  guessing  game  with 
your  Face  Powder,  if  you  constantly 
wonder  "Is  it  on,  is  it  off?"— For  can  any 
girl  be  lovely  if  her  powder  won't  cling? 

Lad}-  Esther  Face  Powder  clings  and 
clings,  for  my  exclusive  Twin  Hurricane 
method  of  blending  gives  it  a  smoothness 
—and  an  even  texture  that  enables  it  to 
cling  for  4  lovely  and  exciting  hours. 

Undreamed-of  Beauty 

from  8  P.  M.  to  Midnight 

Of  course,  you  look  lovely  as  you  leave 
your  dressing  table  — but  with  Lady 


Esther  Face  Powder  you  look  just  as 
lovely  two  hours  later— at  10  o'clock— 
and  at  11  o'clock.  Yes,  and  you  still  look 
lovely  at  midnight.  For  y7our  Lady  Esther 
Powder  will  still  be  flattering  y7ou— still 
making  you  lovely  and  glamorous. 

Find  your  Lucky  Shade 
at  My  Expense 

I  want  my  powder  to  bring  you  luck  in 
loveliness,  says  Lady  Esther.  So  find  the 
right  shade,  the  exact  shade  that  can 
bring  vibrant,  radiant  beauty  to  y7ou  and 
\  our  complexion. 

As  harsh  light  can  age  j  our  skin . . .  and 
soft  light  flatter  it,  so  your  one  lucky 
shade  in  my  face  powder  can  make  you 
look  younger  .  .  .  look  lovelier! 


The  only  way  to  find  which  shade  is 
best  for  you,  which  lovely  tint  is  su- 
premely becoming  to  your  own  coloring 
...  is  to  try7  them  all  right  on  your  own 
skin.  So  I  invite  yrou  to  try7  all  seven  Lady7 
Esther  Face  Powder  shades  at  my7  ex- 
pense. L'se  the  coupon  below. 

When  you  have  found  your  lucky- 
shade,  wear  it  by  day7  or  by  night  with 
the  confidence  that  it  will  flatter  you  .  . . 
giving  y7ou  an  undreamed-of  glamor,  as 
if  your  beautv  came  from  within. 


SEVEN  SHADES  FREE! 


[You  can  paste  this  on  a  penny  postcard) 

Lady  Esther, 

7162  West  65th  Street,  Chicago,  111.  (68) 
Plense  send  me  FREE  AND  POSTPAID  your  7  new 
-hades  of  face  powder,  also  a  rube  of  your  Four 
Purpose  Face  Cream. 


If  you  li~e  in  Canada.  w\u  Lady  Esther,  Toronto,  Ont. 


SCREENLAND 


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Letter 
in  our 
Jeanette 
MacDonald 
Contest! 


First  Winner  of  the 
6-Star  Contest! 

Continued  from  page  28 

what  have  you  to  offer  the  theater  or  the 
screen?  What  makes  you  feel  down  deep 
within  you  that  you  are  capable  of  making 
a  niche  in  the  field  where  ninety  percent  of 
aspirants  fail  each  year?  What  is  it  inside 
of  you  which  urges  you  to  follow  this 
ambition?  Is  it  a  deep,  burning  sureness 
that  makes  you  know  that  regardless  of 
everything,  and  everyone,  and  every  sacri- 
fice and  disappointment,  you  still  want  to 
act? 

If  it  is  that  kind  of  ambition,  I  feel  you 
won't  need  me  or  anyone  else  to  advise  you. 
For  if  that  is  the  kind  of  ambition  you  have 
it  will  be  accompanied  by  a  determination 
which  will  sustain  and  encourage  you  and 
drive  you  upward.  You  will  find  a  way  to 
go  to  dramatic  school.  Nothing  ever  diverts 
the  person  who  is  sure  of  his  or  her  objec- 
tive. But  do  not  underestimate  that  word 
"sure."  It  is  the  dynamo,  the  motor  which 
forces  progress. 

I  wish  you  to  be  honest  enough  to  admit 
that  your  indifferent  decision  that  you  can 
teach  school,  marry,  isn't  any  assurance 
that  you  would  succeed  in  either  field. 
You'd  hardly  be  fair  to  your  pupils  or  your 
husband  if  you  promise  yourself  in  advance 
that  you  would  be  discontented.  You  must 
bring  all  this  confusion  and  repression  out 
of  your  mind  into  the  open  and  analyze  it. 
If  teaching  is  your  alternate  choice  of 
work,  what  are  your  qualifications  for  teach- 
ing? Can  you,  would  you,  direct  the  minds 
of  children  into  constructive  channels?  Are 
you  patient,  understanding,  compassionate? 
What  gives  you  assurance  that  you  would 
be  a  good  school  teacher,  or  a  good  wife, 
or  a  good  mother? 

The  world  is  full  of  people  who  have 
taken  the  easier  road  of  second  choice.  I 


265  Prospect  Street 
Morgantown,  W.  Va. 

Dear  MI-ss  MacDonald: 

From  childhood  I  have  had  one  goal 
— one  ambition — in  my  life  and  that  is  a 
theatrical  career. 

When  I  graduated  from  high  school, 
I  begged  my  parents  to  send  me  to  dra- 
matic school.  Believing  me  "stage  struck," 
they  would  not  listen  to  my  pleas. 

I  am  a  senior  in  college,  twenty-one, 
and  have  participated  extensively  in  col- 
lege plays.  My  dramatic  teachers  say  I 
am  talented  and  that  I  should  continue 
my  theatrical  training. 

I  am  prepared  to  teach  school  which 
I  shall  thoroughly  despise.  If  I  should  go 
to  dramatic  school  and  try  to  advance 
toward  a  theatrical  career,  it  would  take 
possibly  ten  years  before  I  would  ever 
receive  recognition.  Ten  years  of  hard 
work  would  mean  nothing  if  I  knew  that 
I  would  be  successful.  Unfortunately  I 
have  no  assurance  of  a  successful  ca- 
reer. 

Do  you  think  that  I  should  take  a 
chance  on  a  theatrical  career  or  should 
I  teach  or  marry,  casting  my  life's  am- 
bition aside  as  a  foolish  dream?  If  I  do 
the  latter,  I'm  afraid  I  can  never  be 
contented  because  I  shall  always  feel, 
within  me,  that  my  life  has  been  wasted. 
Miss  MacDonald,  what  shall  I  do? 
Sincerely, 

Margaret  Gibson 
(Jane  Gibson) 
P.S.  I  put  Jane  in  parenthesis  because 
I  am  called  Jane  and  never  Margaret. 


feel  sorry  for  the  husbands  of  girls  whose 
acting  ambitions  were  too  frail  for  them 
to  sacrifice  the  security  offered  by  the 
man's  proposal,  but  were  yet  too  strong  to 
be  forgotten  when  they  took  their  marriage 
vows.  Yes  indeed,  I  feel  sorry  for  such 
husbands.  They  aren't  getting  a  square 
deal.  Such  girls  cheat  themselves  and  they 
cheat  their  husbands.  They  carry  a  torch  of 
frustration  throughout  their  lives.  They 
make  no  one  happy.  Not  themselves,  their 
husbands,  or  their  children.  And  what  is 
worse,  they're  pretty  certain  to  deter  their 
husband  from  his  own  deserving  success. 
Few  unhappy  husbands  reach  their  goal  in 
life. 

In  my  experience  I  have  met  numerous 
wives  who  have  confided  to  me  that  they 
had  great  talent  in  their  youth  and  "never 
had  the  chance  to  express  it."  I  have  vi- 
sions of  what  it  must  be  every  time  this 
type  of  woman  has  a  dispute  with  her  hus- 
band !  I  can  hear  her  shrilling,  "If  I 
hadn't  married  you  I  could  have  become 
a  great  actress,"  etc.,  etc.,  ad  infinitum.  I'll 
guarantee  none  of  these  women  ever  really 
deprived  the  stage  of  anything.  They  simply 
did  not  have  the  self-discipline  and  intelli- 
gence to  clarify  their  ambition.  And  today 
they  place  the  penalty  for  their  lack  on 
others. 

No  one  has  ever  made  a  success  in  any 
line  of  endeavor  by  taking  the  easiest 
route.  I  know  that  every  great  pianist, 
singer,  painter,  and  actress  has  had  to  fight 
through  the  maze  of  confusing  advice  from 
"best  friends"  and  "good  enemies."  Their 
determination  has  had  to  be  like  a  clear 
white  light,  leading  them  through  all  the 
darknesses  of  opposition  and  delay. 

That  is  why  I  say  to  you  in  answering 
your  question,  ask  yourself  if  you  really 
want  to  act.  Find  out  if  there  is  that  some- 
thing within  you  that  won't  even  count  the 
cost — in  money  or  personal  sacrifices — or 
even  care  too  much  for  success.  If  that 
something  is  there,  you  won't  need  my  ad- 
vice, or  the  advice  of  anyone  else.  You  zvill 


be  an  actress!  Nothing  can  stop  you. 

You'll  go  to  a  good  dramatic  school  for 
a  while,  then  get  a  job  in  some  obscure 
stock  company.  You'll  work  toward  Broad- 
way— and  on  the  way  you  may  have  to 
work  in  musty,  dusty  playhouses  for 
"cakes,"  but  you'll  love  it.  You'll  give  your 
family  the  credit  they  deserve  for  insisting 
upon  your  college  education.  You'll  find 
you  can  use  it.  There  is  no  job  in  the  world 
where  education  can  be  more  advantageous 
— though,  of  course,  it  is  true  that  in  the 
acting  profession  many  have  become  suc- 
cessful without  it.  However,  if  made  the 
most  of,  a  college  education  will  immeas- 
urably hasten  your  progress.  It  should  give 
you  understanding  and  adaptability.  It 
should  be  an  important  asset  in  being  pre- 
pared for  your  opportunity  when  it  comes 
along.  I  do  not  believe  in  the  adage  that 
"opportunity  only  knocks  once."  I  know 
opportunities  are  always  coming  along.  We 
think  it  only  knocks  once  because  we  only  i 
hear  it,  recognize  it,  when  we're  ready  for 
it.  We're  ready  for  it  only  once! 

To  expect  assurance  that  you  will  be  ; 
successful  in  an  acting  career,  is  to  ask  ; 
something   which  no  one  can   give  you.  j 
Something  no  one  can  give  in  anything.  ; 
What  assurance  has  anyone  of  anything?  | 
But  I  promise  you  this :  If  you  have  de- 
termination  and   courage,   you   have  the 
greatest  assurance  possible.  That  is  all  that  ' 
Lincoln  had,  all  that  Curie  and  Paderewski  i 
and  Duse  had.  All  that  Columbus  and  Car- 
negie and  Washington  had.  It  ought  to  be 
enough.  It's  got  to  be  enough — because  it 
is  all  there  is !  Oh,  there  are  pats  on  the  I 
back  as  one  goes  along.  That's  as  close  as  | 
you  come  to  assurance — and  that  is  as  tem-  ; 
porary  as  the  pat,  because  assurance  is  like 
tomorrow,  ahead  of  you  always. 

That  is  why  I  say,  Jane,  that  the  first  • 
step   toward   considering   your  ambitious 
undertaking  is  just:  know  yourself  thor- 
oughly. Make  up  your  own  mind.  No  per- 
son should  ever  take  the  responsibility  of 
making  a  decision  for  another  person.  But,  I 
unhesitatingly,   I  am  telling  you  exactly 
what  you  must  do  when  I  send  you  into 
the  recesses  of  your  own  conscience  for 
your  decision.  Unless  it's  a  means  to  an 
end.  You  can  tolerate  what  you  dislike  if  it  I 
is  the  means  to  an  end.  As  a  youngster  I 


Kiss  the  boy  hello!  After  her  final  concert 
of  current  season  Jeanette  MacDonald  is 
reunited  with  fond  husband  Gene  Ray- 
mond. Her  new  film  will  be  "Smilin'  Thru." 


74 


Lollipop  and  Butterscotch 

Tfew  Tkug 7SA^ed  CUTEX 


Like  a  tinzling  splash  of 
salt  spray  is  the  new  Cutex 
Butterscotch — it  has  such 
dash  and  gleam  and 
gorgeous  stimulation. 
Stunninz  with  suntan! 


Luscious  Lollipop,  looking  for  all  the 
world  like  iced  claret  cup!  Slither  it  onto 
kose  fun-faring  fingertips  and  watch 
e  lads  "come  about"! 


*  Frothy  frills  or  cling- 
ing crepes  do  more 
for  you.  sweetened  up 
with  Cutex  Lollipop 
or  Butterscotch!  And 
does  HE  love  it! 


Utterly  delicious — these  two  new  Cutex 
summer  shades!  ear  that  mouth-water- 
ing Lollipop — like  ripe  raspberries! — with 
vour  pinks,  blues,  beiges,  and  see  the  lift 
it  gives  them.  For  yellows,  greens  and  tans, 
change  to  Butterscotch — its  burnt-siigar 
cast  is  positively  delectable! 

Other  hot-weather  Cutex  confections 
include  Riot.  Rumpus.  Cedarwood.  Tulip. 
Old  Rose.  Laurel.  Clover.  Cameo.  And  all 
nearlv  twice  as  porous  as  anv  other  lead- 
ing polish  in  the  same  price  range.  Start 
using  porous  Cutex  regularlv  and  see  if 
your  nails  don  t  grow  longer  and  more 
beautiful  this  summer!  Cutex  is  only  10c 
in  U.  S.  A.  (20c  in  Canada) . 


a 


Northam  Warren,  New  York,  Montreal.  London 


S  C  R  E  E  X  L  A  X  D 


MAKE   UP  YOUR 


MIND  TO 


Take  this  silent  marriage  vow  — that 
you'll  always  Be  Yourself,  Be  Natural. 
When  you  make-up,  wear  Tangee  natural 
. . .  the  lipstick  that  enhances  your  own 
individual  lip  beauty. 

As  you  apply  Tangee  natural  . . .  see 
how  it  changes  from  orange  in  the  stick 
until  your  most  flattering  shade  of  tempt- 
ing blush  rose  is  produced.  Then,  complete 
your  make-up  with  Tangee's  matching 
Rouge  and  Face  Powder. 

Made  with  a  pure  cream  base,  Tangee 
natural  helps  end  that  dry,  "drawn"  feel- 
ing and  helps  prevent  chapping.  Wear  this 
famous  lipstick  for  soft  and  youthfully  beau- 
tiful lips  that  stay  fresh  for  hours  on  end. 


Tangee 


"WORLD'S  MOST  FAMOUS  LIPSTICK" 

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made  my  living  dancing.  I  never  liked 
dancing.  But  I  danced,  because  it  was  the 
only  means  I  had  of  earning  the  money  I 
needed  for  my  voice  study.  If  teaching 
school  is  your  only  means  of  financing  your 
dramatic  training,  then  surely  you  will  find 
that  you  do  not  despise  it  too  much. 

You  ask,  "Shall  I  cast  my  ambition  aside 
as  a  foolish  dream?"  Certainly  not.  Make 
a  decision,  and  stick  to  it.  There's  hap- 
piness in  decisive  thinking.  I  had  the  luck 
of  early  deciding.  From  the  time  I  was  a 
little'  girl  my  decision  was  to  become  a  con- 
cert singer.  I  never  considered  any  work 
which  couldn't  help  me  in  that  direction. 
But  ot\\y  in  the  last  three  years  has  that 
decision  become  a  reality.  You,  however, 
are  considering  an  alternative  course.  If 
you  take  your  second  choice,  dramatize  it 
to  first  place  in  your  desire  for  success. 
Give  yourself  a  break,  Jane !  Don't  sentence 
yourself  to  discontent. 

I  am  fully  aware  of  the  reaction  which  a 
great  many  ambitious  young  persons  will 
have  after  reading  these  opinions  of  mine. 
It's  perfectly  human  for  those  who  aspire 
to  stage  and  screen  fame  to  feel  that  when- 
ever an  actress  has  an  opportunity  she  de- 
liberately discourages  all  newcomers.  They 
believe  this  is  because  she  is  afraid  of  her 
own  throne  toppling.  They're  wrong,  of 
course.  Any  successful  actress  knows  that 
she  didn't  heed  such  discouragements,  that 
if  a  person  has  what  it  takes,  then  discour- 
agements haven't  a  beggar's  chance  of  get- 
ting any  attention. 

Cautioning,  suggestions  are  just  tests 
that  the  aspirant  has  to  pass — sort  of  "ca- 
reer algebra,"  I  guess !  The  world's  most 
successful  people  have  received  their  great- 
est impetus  from  what  discouraged  little 
people.  Of  course,  it  is  the  bitter  test.  If 
you  have  what  it  takes  to  overcome  it,  why 
you  have  what  it  takes,  that's  all.  You'll 
make  the  grade. 

But  all  of  the  way  it's  up  to  you.  Just 
you.  And  the  first  step  is  making  your  own 
decision.  And  remember,  don't  belittle  the 
glory  of  teaching.  Great  teachers  are  so 
vital  to  democracy  and  civilization.  An 
actress'  success,  no  matter  how  great,  can 
endure  only  in  memory.  A  teacher  can  send 
her  fine  work  into  the  future,  into  the 
hearts  of  generations  to  come. 

And  don't  belittle  marriage!  It's  woman's 
greatest  happiness — actress  or  teacher. 
Make  your  choice,  Jane,  but  don't  ever 
have  second  choice  in  your  mind  when 
thinking  of  marriage.  Think  over  what  I've 
said,  Jane,  and  good  luck! 


Maris  Wrixon  has  an  intriguing  name  and  a 
most  intriguing  face  to  go  with  it.  She'll 
charm  you  in  Warners'   "Santa   Fe  Trail." 


Oscar  Levant: 
Sourpuss  to 
Sweetie-Pie! 

Continued  from  page  26 


lywood  for  a  Bing  Crosby  broadcast.  Crosby 
was  about  to  do  "Rhythm  on  the  River." 
Oscar  doesn't  know,  never  having  asked, 
but  has  a  feeling  it  may  have  been  Bing 
who  catapulted  him  into  his  film  career. 
Back  in  New  York,  a  Mr.  Salisbury  of 
Paramount  phoned  and  offered  him  the 
part.  He  said  no.  Saying  no  is  an  impulse 
with  him,  frequently  indulged  in.  Then  he 
told  his  wife.  "My  old  lady  talked  me  into 
it,"  he  explains.  "She's  known  me  a  lot  of 
years  and  she's  very  good  on  decisions  for 
me.  So  I  thought,  all  right,  if  I'm  lousy, 
I'll  blame  it  on  her." 

He  made  his  acceptance  subject  to  one 
condition.  "You've  got  to  wire  whoever's 
directing  it,"  he  told  Mr.  Salisbury,  "that 
I  can't  act,  and  it's  unpredictable  if  I  can 
even  make  a  gesture  to  get  away  with  mur- 
der." The  west  coast  .was  delighted  with 
such  diffidence.  Had  Oscar  searched  for  a 
formula  that  would  cinch  the  deal,  he  could 
have  done  no  better. 

He  arrived  quaking,  so  overconscious  of 
his  own  ineptitude  for  the  job  that  to  say 
he  was  frantic  with  fear  is  putting  it  mod- 
erately. When  the  time  came  to  speak  his 
first  line,  he  lost  his  voice.  He  also  arrived 
with  a  chip  on  each  shoulder — in  the  lan- 
guage of  psychoanalysis,  a  defense  mechan- 
ism. On  the  strength  of  his  reputation  for 
the  acid  comeback,  the  press  had  built  up  a 
similar  front.  Quivering  in  anticipation  of 
the  knife-thrust,  they  tried  to  beat  him  to 
it.  From  such  encounters,  each  side  with- 
drew snarling.  "What  do  I  want  to  be  in- 
terviewed for?"  roared  Oscar.  "I'm  not  an 
actor."  And,  "You  can't  photograph  me. 
I've  got  a  sourpuss."  With  his  conclusions 
at  least,  the  press  found  itself  in  fervent  ac- 
cord. 

The  picture  was  finished  and  released.  A 
couple  of  Oscar's  close  friends  attended  it 
with  him  and,  in  the  open-hearted  way  of 
their  circle,  told  him  he  stank.  "Which  dis- 
pelled any  tendency  I  might  have  felt 
toward  a  cute  reaction.  Anyway,  I  agreed 
with  them.  It  wasn't  my  face  that  shocked 
me.  I'm  used  to  that.  But  I  felt  the  effort 
behind  the  wisecracking  was  tiresome.  As  I 
watched  I'd  think,  I  hope  I  don't  make  an- 
other try,  and  damned  if  I  didn't.  So  when 
we  got  home,  my  wife  gave  me  a  pep  talk. 
So  I  went  to  bed." 

The  public  disagreed  with  Levant  and  his 
cronies,  bearing  out  Oscar's  theory  that  his 
wife  is  good  on  decisions  for  him.  Para- 
mount left  him  in  no  doubt  of  their  find- 
ings. They  invited  him  back  for  a  second 
picture.  Between  the  first  and  second,  Oscar 
acquired  a  perspective.  It  was  plain  that  he 
hadn't  been  as  bad  as  he  might  have  been. 
Having  passed  through  the  first  ordeal,  he 
was  by  so  much  better  armed  for  the  sec- 
ond. And  even  though  he  flopped,  the  world 
wouldn't  topple  to  gehenna.  His  tight  nerves 
eased,  and  with  them  his  truculence.  For 
suspicion  that  every  man's  hand  was  against 
him,  he  substituted  an  open  mind. 

"The  press  doesn't  like  me,"  he  told  the 
aforementioned  publicity  man.  "I  didn't  in- 
tend to  antagonize  anyone,  but  neither  did 
I  expect  to  be  put  on  show  as  this  freak 
wisecracker.  It's  not  the  ultimate  achieve- 
ment to  make  wisecracks.  There's  always 
some  other  frustrated  exhibitionist  coming 
up  to  provide  the  next  one — he  or  his  press 
agent.  All  right,  so  I've  made  some  cracks 
over  a  period  of  years.  If  you  count  them, 
there  aren't  so  many.  What  there  were 
came  out  of  functional  circumstances,  not 


76 


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Larry  "Baby  Dumpling"  Simms  is  in  the  Navy 
now — almost.  He  visited  Uncle  Sam's  sai- 
lormen   during  a  "Screen  Snapshot"  Timing. 


just  sitting  around.  Last  time  I  was  here, 
they  surrounded  me  and  said  in  effect,  be 
funny.  I  said  the  hell  with  it.  I  may  be  a 
show-off,  but  I've  got  to  show  off  my  own 
way,  I  can't  custom-tailor  it." 

This  reasonable  analysis  provided  com- 
mon ground  for  understanding.  As  he  ob- 
served, Oscar's  no  freak.  Like  the  rest  of 
us,  he  prefers  friendliness  to  hostility.  The 
change  in  his  own  mood  was  reflected  in 
those  around  him.  "They're  very  nice  to  me 
now."  he  says,  then  lest  that  smack  of 
preening,  he  adds  quickly,  "Nice  to  the 
point  of  indifference."  Which,  needless  to 
say,  isn't  true.  Among  the  emotions  he 
stirs,  indifference  is  absent. 

Vying  with  each  other  to  make  him  feel 
at  home,  another  columnist  welcomed  him 
back  with  the  pious  hope  that  he'd  be  bet- 
ter in  his  second  picture.  "I  won't  be,"  said 
Oscar.  "I  gave  my  all  to  the  first."  Victor 
Schertzinger,  director  of  both  films,  says 
he'll  be  incomparably  better. 

Levant  was  lucky  in  Schertzinger  on  two 
counts.  They  share  the  bond  of  music. 
Schertzinger  revels  in  Levant's  tartness, 
and  remains  unfazed  by  it.  Oscar's  a  chain 
coffee-drinker.  "Give  him  his  opiate,  so  we 
can  get  to  work,"  Schertzinger  would  bawl. 
Or.  in  a  scene  between  Levant  and  a  girl, 
"None  of  that  morbid  business  of  looking 
her  up  and  down." 

"Yeah,  but  how  about  the  drool  on  my 
upper  lip?  That's  attractive,  isn't  it?" 

"He's  so  selfconscious  before  the  camera," 
Schertzinger  says,  "that  the  only  way  to 
get  spontaneity  is  to  let  him  play  the  clown. 
He  complained  that  he  never  got  a  look  at 
the  script.  He  didn't  want  to  look  at  it.  It 
was  more  fun  composing  his  own  lines  and 
everybody  else's.  His  favorite  crack  was, 
'It's  in  the  script,  I  don't  like  it.'  So  he'd 
dream  up  another,  which  was  often  a  lemon. 
But  when  it  was  good,  it  was  worth  wait- 
ing for. 

"In  the  first  picture,  he  and  I  were  new 
to  each  other.  This  time  I  realized  what  I 
was  up  against  and  let  him  have  his  head. 
He's  the  kind  of  guy  whose  best  scenes 
you've  got  to  extract  with  a  tweezer.  I'd  let 
h«n  ramble  along  for  seventy-five  hundred 
feet,  most  of  which  might  be  nonsense,  but 
somewhere  you'd  get  a  brilliant  flash  that 
repaid  all  the  effort.  It  was  that  flash  we 
worked  for  and  that  "flash  alone  which  we 
used." 

Levant's  script  suggestion,  duds  or  no. 
popped  at  the  rate  of  one  a  minute.  He  was 
at  the  piano  in  a  scene  with  Virginia  Dale 
—he  the  composer  of  a  show,  she  trying 
out  for  a  part.  She  capered  as  she  sang, 


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of  the  morning. 

Once  upon  a  time  he  was  an  ardent 
husband.  But  now  ...  in  spite  of  her 
beauty  and  charm  and  her  perfect  score 
as  a  mother  and  housekeeper  .  .  .  she  is 
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77 


Stirling  Hayden 
reads  about  him- 
self in  his — and 
yo  u  r  —  f  a  vo  rite 
screen  magazine. 
We  gather,  from 
the  blond  adonis' 
expression,  that 
he  is  "thrilled  be- 
yond words"  over 
the  nice  things 
we  said  of  him  in 
our  April  "Honor 
Page."  We  meant 
'em,  Stirling.  Still 
do. 


throwing  her  body  about  in  an  excess  of 
animation.  "When  she  does  that,"  said  Os- 
car, "I  could  say,  ''Watch  your  ulcer.'  " 
Schertzinger  ignored  it.  "All  right,"  he 
persisted,  unabashed,  "how  about  'get  thee 
to  a  rookery.'  " 

The  air  quickened  when  Levant  appeared 
on  the  set.  His  personality  sticks  out  so, 
that  they  had  to  change  his  character  name 
from  Dick  to  Oscar  Rayburn,  because 
Alary  Martin  and  Ameche  couldn't  break 
themselves  of  calling  him  Oscar.  A  cigarette 
in  one  hand,  a  carton  of  coffee  in  the  other, 
he'd  prowl  nervously,  talking  his  head  off 
most  of  the  time.  He  and  Ameche  got  off 
in  corners.  When  they'd  finished  tearing 
last  Friday's  prizefight  apart,  they'd  start 
on  next  Friday's. 

That  the  hardboiled  studio  gang  liked 
him  was  obvious.  Earl,  the  sound-mixer, 
was  all  but  paternal.  A  coffee-toper  him- 
self, he  and  Oscar  kept  each  other  supplied. 
With  Hal  Walker,  the  assistant  director, 
Levant  maintained  a  running  feud.  Walker, 
a  sardonic  man,  played  variations  on  the 
theme  that  Oscar  was  a  ham,  not  quite 
bright  enough  to  remember  his  lines.  Oscar 
howled  to  high  heaven  that  he  was  a  vic- 
tim of  prejudice,  commandeered  on  the  set 
at  nine  when  he  didn't  have  to  work  until 
after  lunch.  But  even  he  can  be  sentimental 
behind  his  own  back.  Before  cutting  and 
running  back  east,  he  autographed  a  copy 
of  "Smattering  of  Ignorance" :  "To  Hal 
Walker.  You  hate  me  but  I  love  you.  Can't 
we  bridge  the  gap?" 

He  relaxed  only  when  he  sat  down  at  the 
Steinway  or  harpsichord.  The  harpsichord, 
incidentally,  insured  for  ten  thousand  dol- 
lars, belongs  to  Jose  Iturbi,  who  agreed  to 
rent  it  on  condition  that  only  Levant  would 
play  it.  As  his  fingers  touch  the  keys,  the 
company  relaxes  too.  "We  get  this  free," 
Jerome  Cowan  sighed.  "He  never  finishes 
anything,  but  he's  started  some  gorgeous 
concertos." 

There  was  one  choice  half  hour  when 
the  sound  equipment  went  on  the  fritz,  and 
the  company  idled  while  the  engineers 
worked.  Levant,  at  the  piano,  said :  "All  of 


Donizetti  sounds  the  same  to  me.  Here's 
how  it  sounds."  It  sounded  like  hell.  Mary 
Martin,  infected,  began  trilling  the  bell 
song  from  "Lakme,"  gagging  it,  missing 
the  high  notes,  singing  off-key,  weaving  a 
burlesque  ballet  round  the  pianist  who 
joined  his  tenor  or  whatever  it  is  to  her 
soprano.  "Tibbett!"  he'd,  yell,  and  throw 
in  a  phrase  from  "Figaro."  "Pinza!"  and 
Mary  would  lean  her  cheek  soulfully  to  his 
while  they  bawled  in  discord.  Before  it  was 
over,  they  had  the  audience  whimpering 
for  respite.  Had  the  cameras  been  rolling, 
Paramount  could  have  shown  a  nice  profit. 
But  when  a  newspaper  man  asked  Oscar  to 
play,  he  declined.  He  can't  custom-tailor  it. 

More  than  anything  else,  he  used  to  dread 
posing  for  stills.  "At  least  I've  got  some- 
thing to  do  when  the  cameras  are  on  me. 
All  I  can  do  for  you  is  look  like  a  gar- 
goyle." Now  he  considers  Johnny  Eng- 
stead,  the  still  photographer,  a  genius. 
Johnny  gave  him  the  hey  !  routine.  _  "Yell 
hey!  at  the  top  of  your  lungs.  As  if  you 
were  calling  to.  someone  across  the  street. 
That'll  give  you  animation." 

It  worked  wonders.  He  got  Mary  and 
Don  doing  it  too.  Singly  and  together,  they 
went  heying  all  over  the  place,  with  Oscar 
embroidering  the  formula.  "Hey !  I  can't 
stop  it,  hey!  Want  a  pretty  picture?  Hey! 
Get  me  a  mask  of  Dracula.  Hey !"  pulling 
up  his  trouser  leg,  "Like  to  take  my  torn 
cartilage?  hey!"  with  his  head  on  Mary's 
shoulder,  "Wake  me  up  at  Philadelphia, 
hey !  I'm  hiring  out  as  a  Powers  model, 
hey,  hey!" 

As  important  as  anything  that's  happened 
to  Levant  is  Marsha  Ann,  six  months  old. 
There  he's  really  vulnerable,  frankly  wor- 
shipful and  glorying  in  his  worship.  He's 
sure  life  offers  no  emotion  comparable  to 
that  of  parenthood.  He  thought  he  wanted 
a  boy.  Through  his  agonized  vigil  at  the 
hospital,  he  didn't  care  what  he  got,  for  his 
wife  was  having  a  tough  time.  Samuel 
Grafton,  the  Post  columnist,  was  waiting 
for  his  baby  at  the  same  time.  It  was  he 
who  brought  Oscar  the  news.  "You  have  a 
girl." 


Out  of  his  daze,  Levant  spoke.  "What's 
her  name?"  For  that  crack,  he's  got  to  take 
Grafton's  word.  He  remembers  none  of  it.  , 

He  now  produces  a  theory  to  demon-  | 
strate  that  the  parents  of  girls  have  it  all  i 
over  those  of  boys.  "Suppose  she's  a  lousy 
pianist,  who  cares?  Suppose  she  sings 
badly,  nobody  gives  a  damn."  He  has  a 
feeling  she  doesn't  like  music,  but  is  vague 
as  to  how  he  arrived  at  it.  She  likes  him. 
though,  which  leaves  him  in  a  state  of  high 
content.  "She  doublecrossed  me,"  he'll  tell 
you,  to  cover  the  glow  in  his  eyes.  "She 
smiles  all  the  time.  Funny  for  me  to  have  a 
baby  that  smiles  all  the  time.  Maybe  she 
knows  she  couldn't  have  a  better  father.  I 
can  safely  say  I'll  be  a  papa  like  the  papa 
in  'Barretts  of  Wimpole  Street' — I  won't 
let  her  out  of  my  sight." 

Levant,  the  tameless,  has  been  roped  and 
loves  it.  Levant,  the  homeless,  lives  in  an 
apartment  now,  "which,  when  I  got  mar- 
ried, was  out.  We  were  going  to  live  in  a 
hotel — I  thought.  Symbol  of  freedom — all 
you  have  to  do  is  phone  downstairs  and 
say,  get  my  bill  ready.  I  even  look  at  peo- 
ple's furniture  now  and  ask  where  it  came 
from.  I  turn  plates  upside  down  to  see  who 
made  'em.  I  used  to  sit  up  till  four.  Now  no 
one's  more  delighted  than  me  when  I  yawn 
at  eleven." 

His  wife,  the  baby  and  her  nurse  went  to 
Hollywood  with  him.  "I  call  them  the 
Rockettes,"  he  says,  with  the  grin  which 
breaks  his  face  up  into  that  of  a  defense- 
less child  and  makes  you  ready  to  forgive 
blacker  sins  than  he'll  ever  commit — (sorry, 
Oscar,  that's  how  it  affects  me).  Some  day 
he  may  even  live  in  a  house.  Mrs.  Levant 
thinks  the  California  schools  are  wonder- 
ful and  Marsha  will  have  to  go  to  school 
some  day.  "Will  you  come  back  for  another 
picture?"  Schertzinger  asked  him. 

"Yes.  The  Rockettes  like  it  here." 

In  his  introduction  to  "A  Smattering  of 
Ignorance,"  Sam  Behrman  tells  a  story 
which  many  of  you  have  heard.  I  repeat  it 
for  those  who  haven't,  and  because  it  shows 
Levant  up  for  the  sissy  he  is. 

"He  had  run  into  a  mutual  acquaintance," 
Behrman  writes,  "and  had  walked  along 
with  him  in  pleasant  converse.  T  found  him 
agreeable  and  intelligent,'  said  Oscar.  I  was 
amazed  ...  'I  thought  you  hated  him'  .  .  . 
Oscar  made  a  quick  shame-faced  defense. 
'Well,  you  know,  I  hate  'em  till  they  say 
hello  to  me.'  " 

Hello,  Mr.  Levant! 


Republic's  "Lady  from  Louisiana,"  starring 
Jacqueline  Dalya  and  Ray  Middleton, 
promises  plenty  of  that  thing  called  "Love." 


78 


PRISCILLA  LANE, 

star  of  the  Warner  Bros,  picture 

"MISS  WHEELWRIGHT 
DISCOVERS  AMERICA" 

says  a  Hollywood  smile  has  to  have 
glint  and  sparkle  always!  Impos- 
sible? "Easy!"  says  Priscilla . . . "if 
you  use  good  sense  and  a  good  den- 
tifrice." Like  Calox  Tooth  Powder ! 


Ann  Sothern  and  Robert  Young  will  be  mu- 
sic makers  in  "Lady  Be  Good.''  Eleanor 
Powell,  of  the  twinkling  toes,  appears  also. 


I  Still  Prefer  Bing!" 

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headgear,  and  he  still  leans"  toward  sports 
shirts  so  loud  you  can  hear  him  coming  a 
block  away.  He  still  can't  tell  one  color 
from  another  and  it  is  nothing  at  all  un- 
usual to  see  him  breeze  jauntily  out  of  his 
dressing  room  on  his  way  to  the  golf 
course  or  studio  arrayed  in  green  slacks, 
orange  shirt,  red  tie,  purple  socks  and  a 
blue  cap.  Haberdashers  he  patronizes 
should  remember  him  in  their  prayers  at 
night  for  his  ties  and  sports  coats  are 
atrocities  anyone  but  Bing  and  the  manu- 
facturers would  shrink  from  in  horror. 

He  still  abhors  night  clubs  and  when  we 
go  to  Xew  York  his  idea  of  a  swell  time 
is  golf  in  the  morning,  races  in  the  after- 
noon, and  bed  at  night.  He  won't  sit 
through  a  play  and  I  fend  for  myself  as 
best  I  can.  On  our  last  trip  I  was  left  alone 
so  much  I  wondered  why  he  had  asked 
me  to  accompany  him.  Bing  is  a  man  of 
few  words  but  you  don't  live  with  a  person 
ten  years  without  acquiring  some  knowl- 
edge of  his  motives.  It  wasn't  until  I  re- 
membered that  Hattie  Carnegie's  shop  is 
only  a  block  from  our  hotel  that  I  figured 
out  that  was  why  Bing  had  asked  me  along. 
But  it  was  tough  having  a  closet  full  of 
new  clothes  and  then  having  to  wait  until 
I  got  back  to  Hollywood  to  get  to  wear 
them. 

One  of  the  thorns  in  our  married  life  I 
have  finally  managed  to  remove.  I  have 
now  got  him  to  the  point  where  he  re- 
members anniversaries.  My  patience  has 
been  well  rewarded  for  he  not  only  re- 
members them  but  remembers  them  hand- 
somely. 

He  still  gets  violent  crushes  on  people 
and  cannot  see  enough  of  them — for  a  few 
weeks  or  months.  Every  time  I  eventually 
find  something  in  common  with  the  wife 
of  his  current  passion  Bing  has  tired  of  the 
man  and  we  start  all  over  again.  However, 
he  has  been  a  close  friend  of  Lin  Howard's 
now  for  several  years  and  I  am  beginning 
to  hope  that  this  one  will  last,  as  Lin's  wife 
(Judith  Barrett)  and  I  were  friends  before 
either  of  us  knew  our  husbands.  When, 
occasionally,  we  persuade  our  consorts  to 
take  us  to  a  night  spot  it  doesn't  take  long 


PRISCILLA,  AGE  ONE  got  off  to  a  fine 
start  for  sound,  lovely  teeth !  A  careful 
diet.  Lots  of  sun.  Plenty  of  visits  to  her 
dentist.  Then  she  grew  up  and  became 
interested  in  beauty. 


"I'VE  FOUND  you  can't  beat  the  advice  of  Perc  NYest- 
more,  make-up  expert  at  Warner's."  And  that  is 
Calox  Tooth  Powder,  choice  of  so  many  well-in- 
formed stars  for  daily  cleansing  and  polishing.  If  you 
like  a  brilliant  sheen,  try  Calox! 


r 


Helps  your  teeth  shine  like  the  stars' 

BY  BRINGING  OUT  NATURAL  LUSTRE 


1.  CALOX  CONTAINS  5  CLEANSING 
AND  POLISHING  AGENTS.  Calox  is 
a  real  beauty  tooth  powder. .. 
it  promotes  a  brilliant  gloss! 

2.  EXTRA  SOFT  AND  SMOOTH 

because  it's  double-sifted 


through  100  mesh  silk  screens. 

3.  FRESH-TASTING  — no  strong 
medical  taste.  Your  whole  fam- 
ily will  like  its  clean,  tangy 
flavor.  Children  love  it. 
McKesson  &  Robbins.  Inc.,  Bridgeport,  Conn. 


SCRE  ENLAND 


79 


From  the 
Private  Diary 
of  Gloria  N — 


?he  «ay  -y  ^^Guess  I  need 
ute  Eee^g  ^yt°nre£d  taking  one. 
a  laxative,  but  i  <" 


^-hax  was  a  nlM-.nJ 
tasted  just  u  BurPrise. 

just  like  chocolate! 


worked  fine  tnie  6j 
roo:nySurnegnoPe^CcaU8metonight. 


The  action  of  Ex-Lax  is  thorough, 
yet  gentle!  No  shock.  No  strain.  No 
weakening  after-effects.  Just  an  easy, 
comfortable  bowel  movement  that 
brings  blessed  relief.  Try  Ex-Lax 
next  time  you  need  a  laxative.  It's 
good  for  every  member  of  the  family. 

101  and  254 


This  still  depicts  a  dramatic  highlight  in  M-G-M's  "Washington  Melodrama,"  with  Vir- 
ginia Grey,  Dan  Dailey,  Jr.  and  Ann  Rutherford.  Funnyman  Frank  Morgan's  in  it,  too. 


for  us  to  realize  we  might  as  well  have 
stayed  home.  Bing  and  Lin  sit  on  one  side 
of  the  table  and  talk  about  the  race-horses 
they  own  jointly.  Judy  and  1  sit  on  the 
other  side.  If  I  venture  the  criticism  that 
all  they  talk  about  is  horses  they  say, 
"Well,  all  you  two  discuss  is  clothes."  But, 
at  least,  we're  talking  about  different 
dresses  whereas  their  talk  is  about  the 
same  horses.  Bing's  answer  to  that  is, 
"Well,  naturally,  you  don't  keep  talking 
about  the  same  dresses.  There's  no  point  to 
your  saying  to  Judy,  'How's  that  little 
Schiaparelli  number  doing  today?'  but  I 
want  to  know  if  an  ailing  horse  has  re- 
covered or  if,  by  some  fortunate  chance, 
any  of  our  stable  is  showing  an  improve- 
ment." 

If  Bing  is  bitter  about  anything  it  is  his 
publicity.  He  has  been  criticized  a  number 
of  times  recently  for  not  appearing  at  bene- 
fits when  he  is  advertised  to  do  so.  The 
explanation  is  simple.  He  hates  playing 
benefits  and  usually  says  "no"  when  asked 
to  appear  at  one.  But  they  go  right  ahead 
and  advertise  him  anyhow.  I  have  told  you 
lie  is  strictly  a  nine  o'clock  guy  and  at  a 
benefit  you  never  know  what  time  you're 
going  on.  At  the  last  one  he  played  they 
promised  him  faithfully  he  would  be 
through  by  ten  o'clock.  He  didn't  even  get 
on  the  stage  until  quarter  to  two. 

Bing  works  hard  except  for  the  two 
months  he  has  off  during  the  summer.  He 
can't  sleep  in  the  morning  and  is  invariably 
up  and  dressed  by  seven  o'clock.  If  he 
doesn't  get  to  bed  early  he's  a  wreck,  and  I, 
for  one,  don't  blame  him  for  his  attitude. 
He  does  more  for  charity  in  his  own  quiet 
way  than  almost  any  two  other  people  in 
town — but  he  won't  let  his  good  deeds  be 
publicized. 

He  has  also  been  criticized  for  not  sign- 
ing a  million  autograph  books  every  time 
they're  shoved  at  him  and  on  a  couple  of 
occasions  people  have  said,  "How  do  you 
get  that  way?  It's  we  fans  who  pay  your 
salary."  Well,  I  suppose  indirectly  the  fans 
do  pay  his  salary.  But  customers  also  pay 
the  salaries  of  bank  presidents,  aircraft 
company  presidents,  etc.,  etc.  But  just  be- 
cause you  happen  to  put  your  money  in  a 
certain  bank  or  ride  a  certain  airline  doesn't 
give  you  the  right  to  ring  the  president's 
doorbell  and  expect  to  be  asked  into  his 
house. 

Fans  don't  go  to  see  Bing's  pictures  for 
his  sake.  They  go  because  they  enjoy  see- 
ing him  on  the  screen  and  hearing  him 
sing.  As  soon  as  they  get  tired  of  him,  or 


if  he  should  be  unfortunate  enough  to  make 
a  couple  of  poor  pictures,  they'll  quit  going 
and  he'll  be  through. 

No  one  is  going  to  be  foolish  enough  to 
pay  money  just  to  patronize  his  films  and 
keep  him  on  the  screen  if  they  don't  feel 
they're  getting  their  money's  worth.  And 
as  long  as  they  are  getting  their  money's 
worth  neither  Bing  nor  I  can  see  why  he 
should  be  expected  to  entertain  continu- 
ously. Neither  can  I  see  if  he  goes  out  and 
pays  his  way  the  same  as  anyone  else  in 
a  place  why  he  shouldn't  be  permitted  to 
enjoy  himself  in  peace  like  anyone  else. 

There  was  another  time  during  the  presi- 
dential campaigns  when  he  made  a  radio 
speech  for  Willkie  and  was  roasted  by  al- 
most every  paper  in  the  country.  One  of 
them  said  they  didn't  see  what  Bing  had 
to  squawk  about  when  it  was  the  W.  P.  A. 
(founded  by  the  Roosevelt  Administration) 
that  had  lent  him  money  to  build  his  race 
track.  That  got  under  his  skin  to  such  an 
extent  he  wrote  them  a  letter — the  only 
time  I  have  ever  known  him  to  do  such  a 
thing.  When  he  wrote  it  he  said,  "I  know 
I'm  making  a  mistake  doing  this  because 
the  press  always  have  the  last  word,  but  I 
just  can't  let  it  pass." 

In  his  letter,  and  it  was  a  classic,  he  said 
people  argue  and  try  to  bring  you  around 
to  their  own  way  of  thinking  and  that's 
their  privilege.  That  was  all  he  had  tried 
to  do  and  he  felt  he  had  a  right  to  his 
own  opinion.  As  far  as  the  race  track  at 
Del  Mar  is  concerned,  the  county  had 
wanted  a  track  and  told  Bing  if  he  would 
invest  $100,000  the  W.  P.  A.  would  build 
the  track  and  put  up  the  rest  of  the  money. 
Very  shortly  before  the  track  was  sup- 
posed to  open  they  told  him  they  had  run 
out  of  funds  and  unless  he  lent  the  W.  P. 
A.  another  $400,000  they  couldn't  finish  the 
track.  There  was  nothing  to  do  but  lend 
it  to  them.  That  was  four  and  a  half  years 
ago  and  he  still  has  only  got  about  half  his 
money  back. 

The  newspaper's  comment  was,  "We  can't 
feel  very  sorry  for  anyone  who  has  $400,- 
000  to  lend  the  government!" 

To  get  back  to  lighter  things.  If  Bing's 
critics  knew  that  Bing  is  the  softest  touch 
in  Hollywood  they  might  change  their 
tune.  He'll  give  almost  anyone  any  amount. 
And  no  one  ever  hears  anything  about  it. 
either. 

I  suppose  nearly  all  parents  dote  on  their 
children  but  ours  are  a  fetish  with  Bing. 
We  seldom  have  dinner  before  eight  be- 
cause the  minute  he  gets  in  at  night  he's 


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up  in  the  nursery  playing  with  the  kids. 

They  have  all  had  the  flu  and  I"ve  had 
to  keep  them  in  bed.  The  other  night  I 
thought  the  roof  was  coming  down  so  I 
called  up  and  told  them  to  quiet  down. 
Gary  said.  "We  can't.  We're  beating  up  on 
Daddy  and  it's  a  man's  size  job!" 

Bing  came  down  a  little  later  laughing 
to  beat  the  band.  He  said,  "If  that's  not  a 
bunch  of  Irishers  for  you !  You  say  some- 
thing to  one  of  them  and  all  of  them  pile 
on  you." 

I  think  one  reason  he  gets  up  so  early  in 
the  morning  is  so  he  can  play  with  them 
before  he  goes  to  the  studio. 

There  are  not  many  things  he's  as  proud 
of  as  of  the  way  they  ride.  As  for  himself, 
his  equestrianism  is  still  confined  largely  to 
riding  a  lead  pony  from  the  stables  to  the 
track  when  the  Binglin  horses  go  for  their 
work-out.  Anyone  who  volunteers  to  ride 
out  to  the  track  with  him  and  watch  his 
horses  work  out  is  his  friend  for  life — or, 
anyhow,  until  they  lose  interest  in  horses. 

He  still  cultivates  as  many  people  out- 
side the  industry  as  possible.  Christmas  is 
a  nightmare  to  me  every  year  because  he'll 
hand  me  a  list  of  names  to  buy  presents  for 
— names  of  people  I  'don't  even  know — let 
alone  know  their  tastes  or  needs.  But  he'd 
have  a  fit  if  one  of  them  was  overlooked. 

He  still  has  the  same  aversion  to  gossip 
and  I  have  had  to  forego  the  company  of 
many  people  I  like,  simply  because  they 
are  inclined  to  "dish"  and  he  won't  stand 
them  around. 

I  still  think,  when  he  hasn't  his  nose  in  a 
book  or  newspaper,  he's  the  best  company 
I  have  ever  encountered.  And  I  still  prefer 
Bing's  humor  to  that  of  any  comedian  I 
know.  His  wit  is  dry  and  his  quips  are 
tossed  off  as  lightly  as — er — thistledown. 

His  favorite  people  are  fighters,  jockeys 
and   athletes.    Recently    someone  brought 


Don  Budge  out  to  the  house  for  tennis  one 
Sunday.  Someone  else  snapped  a  picture  of 
Bing  and  Don.  I  don't  believe  there .  is 
enough  money  in  Ft.  Knox  to  buy  that  pic- 
ture and  it's  a  toss-up  whether  Bing  or 
Budge  got  the  most  kick  out  of  each  other. 

It  has  been  said  that  Bing  is  curt  and 
ungracious.  It  isn't  true.  I  don't  believe 
anyone  who  has  ever  been  a  guest  in  our 
home  could  truthfully  say  that  Bing  hasn't 
done  everything  humanly  possible  to  make 
him  feel  at  home — and  welcome. 

Away  from  home,  Bing  simply  follows 
Shakespeare's  advice  and  is  true  to  him- 
self. No  one  can  be  more  charming  than 


he  when  he  is  interested  in  someone.  On 
the  other  hand,  if  a  person  hasn't  original- 
ity or  personality  Bing  won't  bother  with 
him.  And  those  are  the  ones  who  complain. 

He  cannot  endure  people  who  ask  per- 
sonal questions. 

I  can  only  sum  Bing  up  this  way :  Ten 
years  is  a  long  time  to  be  married  to  one 
person,  according  to  Hollywood  standards. 
If  I  had  it  to  do  over  again  I'd  marry  him 
in  a  minute  and  even  though  he  hadn't  a 
dime  or  never  amounted  to  a  hill  of  beans 
I  would  still  look  forward  to  at  least  an- 
other fifty  years  with  him. 


Yours  for  Loveliness 

In  the  language  of  perfume,  here  is  ro- 
mance! And  it  really  does  come  bottled. 


EAVEN-SENT  is  Helena  Rubinstein's  newest  beauty 
1  1  baby.  Writing  about  it,  with  a  little  on  my  wrists,  I 
want  to  turn  to  my  dictionary  for  poetic  words.  Perhaps 
if  I  tell  you  that  it  seems  to  be  a  distillation  of  the  beauty 
of  all  poetry  and  music,  you  will  get  the  idea.  Heaven-Sent 
promises  to  be  what  Madame  Rubinstein's  Apple  Blossoms 
proved  to  be,  a  walloping,  huge,  colossal  success,  in  Holly- 
wood parlance.  There  is  an  eau  de  toilette  that  will  make 
you  think  you're  an  angel  with  harp  and  all,  a  body  powder, 
a  bath  oil,  a  nice,  big  bath  soap,  and  complexion  soap. 
Truly  angelic,  all ! 


TABU,  the  "forbidden"  perfume  may  now  be  bought  in 
'  America.  Tabu,  formerly,  had  a  Marco  Polo  aura.  It 
could  only  be  bought  in  far-flung,  strange  cities.  But  that 
was  only  one  of  the  strange  aspects  of  this  rare  perfume. 
Contrary  to  general  practice,  you  use  it  on  fabrics  or  furs, 
rather  than  skin ;  you  are "  warned  that  you  may  have  to 
accustom  yourself  to  its  tantalizing,  compelling  scent.  It 
is  so  very  different,  because  rare  aromatics  go  into  that 
chaste  bottle,  illustrated.  It  is  surprisingly  lasting;  it  clings 
like  a  strange  spell.  Frankly  expensive,  and  very  worth  it. 


IF  YOU  literally  like  to  swim  in  an  effervescent,  dizzy 
'  loveliness,  then  ally  yourself  with  a  bottle  of  Suzanne's 
"tout  de  suite"  eau  de  Cologne.  It  is  a  sunny,  light- 
hearted  version  of  that  crisp,  sophisticated  perfume, 
Suzanne's  ''tout  de  suite."  It  gives  you  the  lift  of  sables 
or  a  beautifully  cut  diamond  or  something  precious  and 
rare.  It  has  a  saucy,  provocative  quality  like  a  tiny,  be- 
guiling veil,  an  exotic  lipstick  or  perfectly  turned  ankles. 
It  is  a  throb  and  a  lilt  and  a  song,  all  brewed  together  to 
make  its  wearer  quite  unforgettable.  It  is  a  beau-catcher 
and  holder,  if  vou  know  what  I  mean. 


WHEN  a  w  arm  breeze  blows  over  a  June  flower  garden, 
more  than  likely  you  fall  under  a  spell.  It  is  just  this 
romantic  delirium  of  June  that  has  been  caught  in  the 
Floral  Fantasies  series  of  eau  de  Cologne,  by  Dorothy 
Gray.  To  the  well-known  lush  and  exotic  South  America, 
and  the  pungent  Pink  Old-Fashioned  Bouquet,  have  been 
added  Siren,  just  about  what  its  name  implies,  and  Sweet 
Suggestions,  like  a  soft  voice  in  the  moonlight.  These 
scents  are  all  inexpensive,  considering  what  you  get,  and 
one  is  just  made  for  you — or  maybe  all,  if  you  have  a  real 
yen  for  fragrances.  You  can  afford  a  bottle  of  each,  one 
for  every  Junetime  mood. 


AS  AN  urge  to  use  your  precious  perfume  and  eau  de 
Cologne  to  fullest  advantage,  which  means  a  little  at 
strategic  points  to  cover  a  wide  and  effective  area,  I  tempt 
you  with  a  truly  beautiful  set  of  DeVilbiss  atomizers  with 
opalescent  dots  on  crystal,  blue  or  green  bottles.  You  will 
adore  them  for  their  beauty  and  good  service.  As  a  smaller 
gift  for  the  June  bride  or  the  sweet  girls  graduating,  they 
are  a  gem  of  a  thought. 


MAYBE  now  we  should  give  a  few  thoughts  to  body 
sweetness,  devoid  of  any  under-arm  dampness  or  em- 
barrassment. Actually,  every  adult,  men,  too,  if  we  could 
persuade  them,  need  some  aid,  for  perspiration  is  healthy 
and  natural  to  every  body.  For  those  still  seeking,  let  me 
suggest  Arrid.  I  hear  so  many  verbal  bouquets  for  this 
gentle,'  white  cream.  It  eliminates  odor  and  stops  perspira- 
tion where  applied.  It  is  odorless,  greaseless,  harmless  to 
fabrics,  and  just  to  prove  this  to  yourself,  you  might  begin 
with  a  ten-cent  size,  graduating  to  the  larger. 


WHILE  we're  in  a  sweet  mood,  do  the  names  Butter- 
scotch and  Lollipop  appeal  to  you?  The  colors  will, 
when  you  see  them  in  Cutex.  Both  are  new,  and  my 
thought  is  that  Butterscotch  will  do  something  very  smart 
for  dark  or  tanned  hands,  while  Lollipop  will  make  pale 
hands  even  more  fragile  and  beautiful.  C.  M. 


The  Bride  Wore  White 


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and  little  fitted,  long-sleeved  jacket  of 
white  souffle,  somewhat  like  mousseline  de 
soie.  The  gown  was  designed  as  a  three- 
timer  ;  for  the  wedding  and  for  social  use 
afterwards,  a  practical  and  economical  idea 
for  the  far-thinking  bride.  Jacketless,  the 
gown  would  be  charming  for  spring  and 
summer  formal  evenings.  With  jacket,  it 
could  go  to  formal  dinners  during  warm 
weather.  Whatever  you  choose,  from  regal 
satin  to  the  smart  little  going-away  wed- 
ding costume,  deserves  love  and  care  in 
choice.  Wear  what  is  best  suited  to  your 
means  and  the  occasion  of  your  wedding. 

But  be  the  most  beautiful  bride!  A 
strange  fact  is  that  most  brides  are  beau- 
tiful, regardless  of  features  or  coloring. 
Being  a  bride  just  seems  to  make  them 
so.  They  rise  to  the  occasion  nobly  and 
beautifully.  But,  alas,  how  many  has-beens 
have  I  heard  say,  "Actually,  I  was  so  tired 
I  hardly  knew  what  was  happening."  That 
seems  too  bad.  Not  to  have  been  vividly 
alive,  alert  to  every  admiring  gaze,  each 
note  of  music,  each  lasting  and  important 
word  of  your  vows,  will  later  remain  as  a 
wistful  nostalgia.  You  wish  you  could  re- 
capture your  most  important  moments. 

To  be  practical,  there  is  a  way.  It  con- 
sists in  not  overtiring  yourself  with  trous- 
seau, invitations,  reception  details  and  the 
dozen  and  one  unusual  and  delightful  duties 
of  this  occasion.  Make  Mother  and  sisters 
do  everything  they  can  for  you ;  they'll  love 
it.  Plan  as  far  ahead  as  possible,  do  what 
you  can  and  leave  the  rest  up  to  the  gods, 
whom  we  are  told  are  kind  to  lovers. 

If  you  are  having  a  permanent,  do  have 
that  several  weeks  in  advance  of  the  wed- 
ding. This  will  permit  at  least  one  or  two 
normal  resets,  so  that  the  wave  should  be 
at  its  very  best  when  you  want  it  most 
to  be.  Most  hair  looks  far  prettier  the 
second  or  third  day  after  a  shampoo  and 
set,  and  this  is  a  good  thought  for  the 
bride.  If  your  hair  is  arranged  especially 
for  your  veil  or  cap,  then  it  is  often  wise 
to  arrange  to  have  your  hairdresser  come 
and  arrange  it  on  the  wedding  day. 

Keep  your  manicure  appointment  as  near 
the  clay  of  the  wedding  as  possible,  and  use 
a  delicate,  not  pale,  shade  of  polish. 

Get  to  bed  early  the  night  before,  even 
if  you  just  lie  and  think.  Though  you  will 
probably  be  so  tired  at  this  point  that  you'll 
sleep  like  our  favorite  Chessie  kitten. 

Give  yourself  plenty  of  time  for  dressing 
for  your  wedding.  Be  strong-minded  and 
simply  refuse  to  let  anything  upset  you. 

The  bride  requires  very  special  make-up 
and  this  takes  time.  Allow  at  least  an  hour 
for  your  face,  and  if  you  finish  before,  so 
much  to  the  good.  Deep  emotion  has  a 
tendency  to  blanch  the  face  of  color,  to 
make  eyes  big  and  bright.  No  bride  wants 
to  look  deathly  pale  nor  to  glow  as  if  she 
had  just  come  in  from  a  brisk  walk.  The 
tempo  now  is  a  soft  infusion  of  radiant 
light.  That  sounds  like  magic,  perhaps,  but 
the  effect  is  charmingly  attained  largely  by 
the  use  of  a  foundation  over  the  whole 
face.  For  this  occasion,  it  seems  to  me  that 
the  cake  or  liquids  are  better,  and  if 
blended  well  over  the  face,  give  a  founda- 
tion of  tone  as  well  as  a  base  for  a  little 
rouge  and  powder.  If  you  are  blonde  and 
inclined  toward  paleness,  then  use  such  a 
preparation  with  a  rosy  cast ;  if  you  are 
brunette,  then  use  a  foundation  with  a 
deep,  warm  glow.  After  the  foundation  is 
carefully  applied,  use  just  a  faint  blush  of 
rouge  over  the  upper  curve  of  the  cheeks, 


so  that  only  a  faint  glow  is  imparted  to 
the  skin.  I  urge  you  to  try  a  cream  rouge 
Ifor  this  use,  because  it  can  look  so  natural 
jand  because  it  is  so  easy  to  enhance  the 
j effect  with  a  light  brush  of  dry  rouge  later 
!cn.  Use  an  eye  shadow  very  delicately,  for 
I  a  softness  on  the  upper  lids,  or  you  may 
'prefer  a  light  touch  of  oil  or  cream  here. 
'  Accent  brows  and  lashes,  if  they  need  this 
i  touch,  but  keep  the  effect  soft  and  un- 
i  artificial.  Now  powder — powder  as  you 
•  never  have  before,  probably,  all  over, 
everywhere,  then  remove  about  ninety-five 
per  cent  of  this  powder,  and  the  effect  will 
be  ravishingly  lovely.  We  need  to  put  on 
plenty  of  powder,  but  too  few  of  us  re- 
member to  remove  most  of  it. 

Brush  your  brows  free  of  any  clinging 
powder.  Brush  your  lashes,  too,  and  a  littie 
dry  mascara  brush  will  serve  if  you  haven't 
a  regular  brow  and  lash  brush.  This  dry 
brushing  of  lashes  also  serves  to  separate 
ihem  and  give  a  most  natural  appearance. 
Touch  a  tinj-  bit  of  oil  or  cream  again  to 
give  your  lids  a  child-like  shine. 

The  bride  is  called  upon  to  kiss  far  more 
than  she  anticipates,  and  not  the  lucky 
man !  He  gets  his  one,  and  the  guests  get 
the  rest.  So  if  ever  you  needed  your  lips 
confident  of  color,  this  is  the  time.  There  is 
a  liquid  that  is  ideal  for  this  because  it 
simply  won't  kiss  off.  If  you  wish  to  use 
your  regular  lipstick,  then  follow  this  plan : 
Have  your  lips  absolutely  free  of  cream, 
then  powder  very  lightly.  I  think  there  is 
no  method  like  the  tiny  brush  for  outlining, 
but  if  you  are  unfamiliar  with  this  way, 
tin's  is  no  time  for  experiment.  So  do  it  the 
way  that  gets  best  results  for  you.  Keep 
the  lines  soft  and  pretty  but  use  no 
exaggerated  shaping  for  this  occasion.  Now 
press  a  cleansing  tissue  over  your  mouth 
to  remove  the  surface  rouge.  Powder  very 
lightly,  go  over  your  lips  with  the  lipstick 
again,  and  blot  again.  You  have  lips  now, 


Richard  Arlen  and  Jean  Parker  zoom  to  great 
heights  in  "Power  Dive."  Roger  Pryor,  Helen 
Mack,  Cliff  Edwards  and  others  head  the  cast. 

reader,  to  defy  a  great  deal  of  kissing. 
Beau-age  readers,  please  copy,  to  save 
suitors'  collars  and  cheeks ! 

Now  as  you  proceed  to  slip  into  your 
white  satin  slip  and  on  into  your  gown 
and  while  your  veil  is  adjusted,  the  warmth 
of  skin  will  be  settling  your  make-up.  If 
all  of  us  might  have  this  brief  respite 
between  applying  make-up  and  appearing 
in  public,  perhaps  we  could  present  lovelier 
faces  to  the  world.  Frankly,  often  you 
won't  know  your  own  face  twenty  minutes 
after  you've  applied  make-up.  unless  you 
are  an  old.  experienced  hand  at  the  art. 
Skin  warmth  has  a  surprising  way  of 
bringing  out  the  depth  of  rouge,  of  making 
lips  far  redder  and  saucier  than  you  in- 
tended. An  extra  veil  of  powder  will  soften 
the  too  radiant  cheeks  ;  a  little  more  blot- 
ting with  tissue,  remove  a  too-rouged  look 
from  lips.  If  you  feel  tense,  try  to  talk 


naturally  with  those  about  you  while  dress- 
ing. This  is  wonderful  for  relaxing  face 
muscles. 

By  this  time,  you  should  look  and  feel 
beautiful.  You  have  met  the  moment  and 
He  is  almost  yours.  You  can  almost  hear 
the  guests  whispering,  "She  looks  beau- 
tiful," and  the  knees  that  a  moment  ago 
were  knocking  against  each  other  suddenly 
become  staunch  little  supporters.  And  with- 
in you  there  is  a  radiant  glow,  a  candle  of 
love  forever  and  ever,  amen.  The  first  note 
of  the  organ  swells  from  the  cathedral-like 
silence,  the  stage  is  yours  now  as  it  never 
has  been  and  never  will  be  again.  And 
days  and  years  later  you  will  now  and  then 
turn  fondly  to  newspaper  clippings  and  in- 
variably come  across  this  line,  "The  bride 
wore  white  .  .  ." 

To  the  many  girls  who  would  like  to  be 
brides  on  principle  only,  because  Mr.  Right 
has  not  yet  appeared  on  the  scene,  here  is 
a  thought  from  Loretta  Young,  a  bride  of 
not  many  months.  "You  can't  look  for  ro- 
mance and  find  it  as  you  might  a  job.  !t 
is  a  thing  that  happens,  and  all  the  plan- 
ning in  this  world,  for  or  against  it. 
wouldn't  help  in  any  true  sense.  It  is  like 
the  weather  ;  you  can't  control  it.  But  you 
can  keep  yourself  alive  to  it  and  aware  of 
it.  Perhaps  a  sense  of  happy  anticipation 
for  ultimate  realization  is  the  right  attitude. 
When  you  find  it,  you  will  know." 

And  I  might  add,  you  will  kiwu\'  You 
will  know  as  you  never  knew  anything 
else  in  this  world.  And  then  you  will  worry 
about  your  wedding,  hurry  and  scurry,  and 
maybe  be  a  happy  wreck  on  that  gloriou< 
day,  but  better  a  beautiful  and  happy  wreck 
than  a  placid  maiden,  wondering  what  this 
thing  called  love  is  all  about. 

I  think  it  would  be  fine  if  all  the  un- 
married world  might  find  partners  right 
now.  Nobody  would  have  time  to  think- 
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George  Raft  and  Betty  Crable — On  Fire! 


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George  good  and  proper.  "Gee,  she's  a 
swell  kid,"  he  finished  with,  as  I  hurried 
off  to  play  Mickey's  Best,  another  of  the 
Grable  hunches. 

A  week  or  so  later  I  met  Betty  on  the 
"Miami"  set  at  Twentieth  Century-Fox, 
where  she  was  doing  a  scene  with  Don 
Ameche  and  Bob  Cummings.  As  quickly  as 
possible  she  slipped  out  of  a  very  beautiful 
white  and  gold  evening  gown,  which  ex- 
posed plenty  of  the  Grable  midriff,  and 
into  a  tailored  suit.  Betty  likes  sports 
clothes  and  tailored  things.  She  apologized 
for  Mr.  Zanuck's  very  expensive  evening 
gown  by  saying,  "It's  a  little  gay,  but  it's 
very  good  for  the  dance  I  do  in  it." 

In  the  restaurant  she  dallied  with  the 
idea  of  ordering  steak,  she  adores  steak — 
another  thing  she  has  in  common  with  Mr. 
Raft.  She  asked  everybody  around  what 
they  had  ordered  for  lunch,  and  then  be- 
cause I  told  her  that  a  doctor  once  told 
me  that  chop  suey  wasn't  fattening,  she 
ordered  chop  suey.  "I  gain  when  I  work," 
said  Betty.  "I've  got  to  take  off  six  pounds." 
And  then  she  topped  off  the  chop  suey  with 
a  slice  of  chocolate  cake  with  butter  icing. 
Which  all  goes  to  prove  that  Miss  Betty  is 
delightfully  inconsistent,  and  feminine. 

"George  is  certainly  the  nicest  person  I 
ever  met,"  she  said.  "I  met  him  first  back 
in — well,  whatever  year  it  was  we  had  the 
big  earthquake.  I  remember  I  was  the  only 
one  who  reported  to  work  that  night.  I  was 
hoofing  my  brains  out  then  at  the  Club 
New  Yorker  on  Hollywood  Boulevard. 
George  and  his  friend  Sammy  Finn  used 
to  drop  by  there  after  the  baseball  games, 
and  watch  me  do  my  number.  I  was  only  a 
kid  hoofer  and  he  was  an  important  movie 


star,  and  I  was  greatly  impressed.  One 
night  as  I  passed  his  table  he  asked  if  my 
sister  Marjorie  and  I  would  like  to  go  to 
the  bicycle  races  with  Sammy  and  him  the 
next  night.  I  was  thrilled,  of  course.  He 
bought  me  soda-pop  (I  never  could  get 
enough  soda-pop  in  those  days)  and  ham- 
burgers with  onions — and  both  Marjorie 
and  I  pronounced  it  a  perfect  evening.  But 
George  didn't  date  us  again. 

"I  went  on  tour  about  that  time  with 
Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Frank  Fay  in  their 
production  called  'Tattle  Tales,'  and  after 
that  I  was  out  of  town  with  the  Fio  Rita 
and  Jay  Whidden  bands,  [and  incidentally 
she  married  Jackie  Coogan,  whom  she  di- 
vorced in  1939,]  so  it  was  a  long  time  be- 
fore I  saw  George  again,  that  is,  close 
enough  to  speak  to.  I  almost  bumped  in  to 
him  on  the  Paramount  lot  a  couple  of 
years  ago,  and  was  hurrying  in  the  opposite 
direction  when  he  called  a  friendly  'Hello, 
there'  to  me.  I  had  some  kind  of  a  complex 
when  I  was  at  Paramount.  If  I  saw  any- 
body important  coming  toward  me  I  always 
ran  the  other  way  as  quickly  as  possible. 
I  was  so  afraid  that  they  wouldn't  speak  to 
me.  George  always  spoke,  no  matter  which 
direction  I  was  running.  I  used  to  give  my- 
self pep  talks  in  those  days,  silly,  isn't  it? 
I'd  say  to  myself,  'Betty,  how  can  you  ex- 
pect the  stars  to  speak  to  you  when  they 
don't  even  know  you?'  I  haven't  that  con- 
solation now,"  said  Betty  with  a  laugh. 
"When  they  don't  speak  now  I  know  they 
don't  like  me." 

It  was  only  a  few  months  ago  that  the 
Grable-Raft  romance  got  off  to  a  good 
start.  Alexis  Thompson,  disappointed  no 
doubt,  had  returned  East.  Norma  Shearer 


hen  Wcissman 

Betty  Grable  is  crazy  over  horses — and,  oh  yes — George  Raft  too.  "George  is  certainly  the 
nicest  person  I  ever  met,"  Betty  told  our  Liza.  And  Betty  has  been  wooed  by  beaus  too 
numerous   to    mention;    she    should    know.   They're    pictured    at   the    Santa    Anita  track. 


84 


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:  nd  George  Raft  had  called  everything  ort 
nonths  before.  Mary  Benny's  sister  called 
lietty  one  night  and  said,  "I  saw  George 
Raft  last  night.  He's  very  nice.  He  asked 
ine  if  I  thought  it  would  be  all  right  for 
jiim  to  call  you.  I  gave  him  your  phone 
number.  I  hope  you  don't  mind." 
I  Betty  didn't  mind.  That  date  at  the 
bicycle  races,  with  the  soda-pop  and  the 
Hamburgers,  was  still  one  of  the  nicest  dates 
Ihe'd  ever  had — and  since  then  she'd  been 
Bated  by  royalty  and  millionaires. 
I  "George  called,  and  we  made  a  date  io 
to  to  Ciro's  on  Sunday  night,"  Betty  con- 
linued.  "And  then  the  most  provoking  thing 
nappened.  I  caught  cold.  I  thought,  well. 
Ibis  will  ruin  everything.  George  will  think 
ihat  I  invented  the  cold  just  to  ease  out 
jjf  a  date  with  him,  and  he'll  never  call  me 
again.  What  rotten  luck." 
!  But  George  did  call  again.  The  day  after 
nc  returned  from  the  President's  Birthday 
i3all  in  "Washington.  "We  made  a  date  for 
Biat  Sunday  night,"  said  Betty  happily, 
"and  we've  had  a  date  for  every  Saturday 
and  Sunday  night  since — and  if  I'm  not 
'.vorking.  nights  during  the  week.  But  when 
I  work  I  go  to  bed  at  nine  o'clock,  because 
I'm  one  of  those  people  who  just  has  to 
lave  eight  hours  sleep." 

Betty  has  always  insisted  that  her  boy 
"riends  (she  prefers  them  dark  and  hand- 
some) be  good  dancers,  as  dancing  is  one 
bf  the  things  she  most  likes  to  do.  In 
eorge  she  has  certainly  found  the  perfect 
lancer.  She  thinks  nothing  of  doing  dance 
routines  all  day  Saturday  at  the  studio,  and 
then  stepping  out  to  Ciro's  and  the  Mo- 
;ambo  that  night  to  dance  some  more.  She 
and  George  really  make  a  striking  couple 
an  the  dance  floor — nothing  fancy,  mind 
you,  just  smooth  and  rhythmical.  After  see- 
ing them  you  feel  that  no  one  else  should 
be  allowed  to  dance.  Unfortunately,  but 
naturally,  quite  a  few-  columnists  com- 
mented on  George  and  Betty  being  such 
perfect  dancers — and  Betty  has  become  sen- 
sitive. "I  don't  want  people  to  think  we 
iare  exhibitionists,"  she  said  sadly.  "George 
and  I  like  to  dance  together,  but  we  certain- 
ly don't  want  to  be  called  show-offs.  Ever 
•since  all  that  publicity  appeared  George 
and  I  have  become  terribly  self-conscious. 
Xow  we  don't  even  get  up  to  dance  until 
t!  ere  are  ten  couples  on  the  floor." 

Xights  they  don't  dance  Betty  and  George 
go  to  the  baseball  games  (both  of  them  be- 
ing slightly  cracked  on  the  subject  of  base- 
ball) the  rights,  the  tennis  matches  or  skat- 
ing matches,  the  movies,  and  if  the  bicycle 
races  ever  come  to  town  again  they'll  take 
'  up  where  they  left  off  nearly  ten  years  ago. 
Good  ail-American  fun,  that's  what  they 
like,  and  they  get  a  great  kick  out  of  liking 
it  together. 

Though  she  is  one  of  those  very  rare 
smokers,  Betty  could  hardly  wait  to  pull 
her  cigarette  case  out  of  her  bag  the  day  I 
lunched  with  her.  A  gorgeous  thing,  all 
gold  and  jewels.  And  a  compact  to  match. 
"From  George."  said  Betty,  "it's  the  first 
cigarette  case  I've  ever  had.  I  can't  help 
but  flash  it  at  people  occasionally." 

Rut  it  wasn't  a  cigarette  case  she  was 
flashing  at  George  the  next  time  I  saw 
them  together.  It  was  a  smile.  And  I'm  sure 
no  young  man  ever  got  a  better  smile  out 
of  Grable.  A  smile  of  complete  adoration. 
And  George,  usually  quiet  and  expression- 
!less  in  public  places,  was  simply  going 
around  in  circles,  and  grinning  like  a  young 
man  in  the  throes  of  love.  George,  the  un- 
ruffled. I  could  hear  him  whispering  to  her, 
— "Seven  couples,  eight  couples,  nine  cou- 
ples, noio  can  we  dance!" 

George  took  Betty  to  the  Diamond 
Horseshoe  Ball  which  finished  off  the  Santa 
Anita  racing  season.  He  must  have  gotten 
diamonds  on  his  mind,  for  several  davs 
later  he  gave  Betty  a  diamond  bracelet. 
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85 


There's  nothing  smart  or  attractive  about  lips 
rough  and  clyapped  from  "Lipstick  Parching." 

That's  wlw  every  "Sub-Deb"  Lipstick  con- 
tains an  adiled  ingredient  to  help  keep  your 
lips  adorably  smooth  as  satin.  Coty 
"Sub-Deby  gives  you  not  only  ex- 
citing color  .  .  .  but  also  valuable 
protection  against  parching. 
Try  Coty  "Sub-Deb"  and  soon 
you'll  be  telling  others  of  its 
blesseqmagic.Sl.OOorSO^. 


4  OF  THE  9  EXCITING  SHADES 

smart  and  dashing  "gipsy"  shade 

1?  X 

'   r\2-£\/  a  dramatic  red  red 
new  "Latin-A 


a  fioiver-sofl  red . . .  very  voting 
merican''  shade 


We  still  insist 
Marlene  Dietrich 
would  be  a  flame 
anywhere,  even 
with  mud  up  to 
here.  Don't  think 
Rene  Clair's  un- 
gallant;  it's  for 
art's  sake,  direct- 
ing "Flame  of 
New  Orleans." 


Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 

Continued  from  page  1 5 


86 


sugar,  4  egg  whites  and  flavoring.  Boil 
sugar  and  water  for  twenty  minutes  and 
cool.  Beat  whites  of  eggs  until  stiff,  so  that 
the  mixture  stands  up  in  a  point  when  you 
take  the  eggbeater  out.  Add  this,  with 
flavoring,  to  the  sugar  and  water  mixture, 
stir  and  freeze.  You  must  stir  and  fold  over 
and  over  as  freezing  begins.  At  first  the 
stuff  will  separate  and  the  egg  whites  will 
insist  on  floating  on  top,  but  keep  on  stir- 
ring and  you'll  come  out  all  right.  If  you 
have  berries  on  hand,  you  can  crush  a  cup- 
ful and  add  to  the  water  ice ;  or  you  can 
use  lemon  juice,  pineapple  juice,  or  small 
pieces  of  pineapple. 

"I  know  that  this  isn't  supposed  to  be 
the  season  for  fruit  cake,  but  so  far  as  I'm 
concerned  every  season  is  right  for  my 
favorite  of  all  desserts — dark  fruit  cake. 
You  can  depend  on  tasting  this  at  my  table 
whenever  I'm  lucky  enough  to  have  any 
in  the  house !" 

DARK  FRUIT  CAKE 
1  lb.  Swansdown  cake  flour 
1  lb.  butter 

1  lb.  dark  brown  sugar 
12  eggs 

1  lb.  crystal  cherries 

1  lb.  crystal  pineapple 

2  lbs.  seeded  raisins 
2  lbs.  currants 

1  lb.  citron 

1  lb.  mixed  nut  meats 
1  pint  black  molasses  (Brer  Rabbit) 
1  neaping  teaspoon  nutmeg  (Burnett's) 
1  heaping  teaspoon  mace  (Burnett's) 
1  heaping  teaspoon  cloves  (Burnett's) 
1  heaping  teaspoon  allspice  (Burnett's) 
1  heaping   teaspoon  cinnamon  (Bur- 
nett's) 

Cream  butter  with  half  of  the  sugar, 
then  add  alternately  a  small  portion  of 
the  remaining  sugar  and  one  egg  at  a 
time,  beating  well,  until  all  sugar  and 
eggs  are  used.  Add  molasses,  add  Vi 
flour  sifted  with  spices.  Mix  well.  Add 
fruit  which  has  been  mixed  with  re- 
maining flour.  Also  nuts.  Have  fire 
very  low.  Bake  two  and  a  half  hours. 
When  you  can  run  a  knife  through  the 
cake  and  it  comes  out  clean,  the  cake 
is  done. 

Gene  believes  her  apartment  is  called 
SCREENLAND 


Swedish  modcrne.  "But  it's  probably  realh 
just  California-Beverly-Hills,''  she  smiled 

It  is  decorated  in  Provincial  style,  wit! 
duhonnet-colored  rugs  in  living  and  diniiu 
rooms.  The  living  room  couch  is  stripec 
and  most  of  the  chairs  are  softly  figured ! 

"I  adore  the  real  fireplace,"  exclaimer 
Gene.  "I  must  be  a  push-over  for  fires !  O 
course  we  couldn't  have  one  in  it  thi 
weather.  The  clock  on  the  mantel  is  ter 
ribly  old — I  saw  the  date  1811  on  it  some- 
where. It  won't  go,  but  it's  so  decorativ< 
with  its  carved  cherub  and  horns  of  plent; 
that  nothing  would  induce  me  to  par 
with  it." 

Her  special  pride  are  two  waxen  figure 
set  in  small  shadow  boxes  and  fastened  to 
the  wall  above  a  lamp  made  of  a  peasant- 
vegetable-seller.  The  figures  are  an  ok 
man  and  an  old  woman,  each  against  < 
background  of  hill  and  valley.  The  oh 
woman  has  real  yarn  in  her  basket  an> 
holds  some  of  the  strands  in  her  fingers 
"She  has  on  a  real  petticoat,  too,"  sai< 
Gene,  eagerly.  "She  charms  me  for  hours!' 

When  Gene  took  the  apartment,  the  din 
ing  room  walls  were  pale  yellow  with  some 
sort  of  silver  doo-dabs  on  the  yellow.  S1k 
hated  them.  "The  decorator  suggested  thai 
we  have  cream  cocoa  walls  with  white 
woodwork  and  paneling.  I  thought  it  woul> 
be  horrible  and  said  so,  but  he  was  so  en- 
amoured of  the  idea  that  I  let  him  try  it 
with  the  promise  that  he'd  change  it  if  I 
didn't  like  it.  When  he  finished  and  had 
hung  the  picture  of  a  young  heron  on  It# 
delicate  green  mat  on  the  wall,  I  gave  in.' 

There  is  a  handsome  silver  soup  tureeni 
on  the  buffet— Sheffield  silver  of  early  1800. 
and  the  corner  closet  holds  some  delicate 
old  Italian  dishes  with  pictures  of  lovely 
ladies  in  their  centers. 

Gene's  own  bedroom  is  in  green,  with  old 
French  prints  framed  on  the  pastel  wall?, 
and  a  small  French  dresser  with  a  mirror 
that  closes  down  to  make  a  desk. 

"But  you  must  see  my  club  house!"  criei! 
the  Elite  May  of  "Tobacco  Road,"  looking 
in  her  fresh  linen,  like  no  relation  to  thar 
slovenly  young  character.  "It  was  a  pretty- 
pretty  room  in  blue  and  pink  when  wc 
came.  I  loathed  it!" 

It's  no  longer  pretty-pretty.  The  paper 
is  knotty  pine,  the  drapes  of  gay  plaided 
linen,  with  a  couch  to  match.  The  bar  is 


_ 


a  shining  half-circle  with  a  row  of  red- 
topped  stools  before  it  and  tall  lamps  on 
either  side.  A  strip  of  linen  printed  with 
sketches  of  horses  and  riders  has  been 
framed  and  set  into  one  wall,  and  there  are 
tables  for  cards  and  games.  "The  club 
house  is  fun  at  night,"  conceded  Gene,  "but 
to  me,  the  patio  is  the  heart  of  the  home. 

"If  you  don't  care  for  spareribs,  you  can 
verve  your  favorite  meat  marinated  in  a 
tasty  sauce  before  barbecuing.  Steak,  chops, 
chicken,  weiners,  whole  small  fish  or  larger 
filets  of  fish  are  grand  this  way." 

BARBECUE  MARINADE 
*/x  cup  Crisco 

1  teaspoon  Gulden's  mustard 
1  teaspoon  sugar 
"  1  teaspoon  salt 

can  red  chili  sauce 
J4  teaspoon  pepper 
1  teaspoon  paprika 
1  tablespoon  Heinz  vinegar 

1  tablespoon  Worcestershire  sauce 
2y2  cups  water 

2  tablespoons  tomato  ketchup 
1  tablespoon  grated  onion 

1  garlic  clove 

Melt  Crisco  in  saucepan,  blend  in  com- 
bined dry  ingredients.  Gradually  add  liquids, 
then  onion  and  garlic,  stirring  constantly. 
Cook  slowly  until  slightly  thickened,  about 
20  minutes,  stirring  frequently.  Remove 
garlic. 

"With  the  meat  try  French  rolls  or  hard 
French  bread,  toasted  over  the  embers  and 
spread  with  butter  that  has  been  creamed 
with  dry  mustard,  Worcestershire  sauce 
and  onion  juice. 

"Of  all  vegetables,  corn — when  it  comes 
in  season — is  best  with  a  barbecue.  You 
take  your  corn  in  its  husk  and  dip  the 
whole  thing  in  water.  The  water  turns  to 
steam  inside  and  cooks  the  corn,  making  it 
juicy.  Roast  the  corn  in  its  husk  on  your 
grate  for  twenty  or  thirty  minutes.  For  well- 
browned  corn,  remove  most  of  the  husk 
and  let  the  rest  burn  off  when  the  corn  is 
well  steamed. 

"Something  that  goes  well  with  this  is 
pineapple.  You  get  Dole's  long  pineapple 
spears,  dip  them  in  the  barbecue  sauce,  and 
panbroil  them  in  a  frying  pan. 

"If  you  serve  potatoes,  they  are  at  their 
best  if  roasted  in  a  deep  bed  of  ashes.  A 
fire  can  be  made  on  top  of  them  after  they 
are  buried,  if  you  have  but  one  fireplace. 
Bury  at  least  one  where  it  can  be  easily 
found,  so  you  can  try  it  with  a  fork  occa- 
vionally.  Allow-  from  forty-five  to  sixty 
minutes  for  these." 


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Carmen  Miranda  Turns  on  Love!   Hot  and  Cold! 

Continued  from  page  55 


and  money  is  so  cold  they  never  warm  up ' 
to  each  other  in  their  whole  lifetimes.  Be- 
fore marriage  it  is  the  same  thing,  but  some 
people  they  don't  find  it  out  quick.  Me,  I  know. 
If  a  man  he  is  cold,  right  away  I  get  the 
chilblain  in  the  heart  and  s-s-h-h-i-v-c-r !" 

It  likewise  made  me  shiver  to  imagine 
that  the  hot-blooded  Miranda  might  have 
found  North  American  men  colder  than 
South  American  cavaliers,  perhaps  with 
icicles  cramping  their  romantic  style.  She 
let  this  frosty  idea  thaw  out  in  her  mind 
before  replying :  "Not  really  that  is  so 
North  American  men  are  not  cold — that's 
something  in  a  story  book.  Many  Brazilian 
girls  marry  North  Americans.  They  like 
their  directness,  and  if  those  men  are  hand- 
some in  their  country  they  are  just  as 
■handsome  in  ours.  And  the  North  Amer- 
ican man,  I  think,  has  inside  him  the  same 
romance,  the  same  poetry  of  love,  as  the 
South  American,  if  he  can  get  it  out.  Only, 
he  is  veree  shy  about  it.  He  is  afraid  some- 
body make  fun  of  him.  But  love  is  no  joke. 
Sometimes  it  is  worse  than  serious.  Not 
long  ago  in  Brazil  a  poor  girl  who  fell  in 
love  with  a  Hollywood  actor  just  from  see- 
ing his  picture  in  the  paper  tried  to  kill 
herself.  So  you  see  what  the  North  Amer- 
ican man  he  can  do  to  the  South  American 
girl  even  when  he  don't  make  love  to  her. 
Anyhow,  he  is  more  quiet.  When  the  young 
man  in  South  America  he  is  in  love  he  talk 
much  about  it.  Because  he  speak  out  his 
feelings,  he  may  seem  more  poetic  than  the 
North  American,  but  this  is  not  so.  In  both 
places  people  in  love  are  the  same  inside, 
I  think.  Love  is  everywhere,  and  so  it  has 
nothing  to  do  with  the  borders  put  about 
countries.  If  you  draw  a  map  you  don't 
make  it  one  place  a  red  circle  to  mark  it  a 
love  country,  then  in  another  place  make  a 
blue  circle  and  write  in  it,  'No  Love  Here.' 
Perhaps  the  man's  romantic  ways  with  a 
woman  are  diff  rant  in  cliff  rant  countries, 
but  if  he's  in  love  he  finds  the  way  to  let 
the  girl  know  what's  the  matter  with  him. 
Of  course,  there  is  the  Latin  temperament 
— mminph! — but  all  the  same  this  does  not 
mean  that  North  American  men  are  cold, 
oh  no !" 


She  beamed  reassuringly.  "I  tell  you 
something  besides.  Here  in  this  country  you 
are  lucky  in  love,  as  the  sayings  go.  In  my 
country  young  people  are  not  allowed  to  be 
alone.  There  is  nothing  like  what  you  call 
'necking.'  If  a  young  girl  goes  out  with  a 
young  man,  her  mother  or  her  sister  or  her 
brother  go  along,  too,  and  this  is  not  what 
you  call  so  hot.  There  is  more  yet.  In 
Brazil  there  is  no  divorce.  If  people  they 
get  married  they  know  it  is  for  life.  So 
lovers  think  twice  about  it,  and  their  fam- 
ilies they  think  the  same  way,  maybe  three, 
four,  five  times.  That's  why  they  go  out  so 
much  with  the  couple,  like  safety  first. 
Even  if  the  lovers  get  engaged  it  is  the 
same.  But  sometimes  the  young  man  he 
hold  the  young  lady's  hand  or  steal  a  good- 
night kiss.  Flowers  is  the  best  way  to  pay- 
attention  to  a  young  lady  in  South  America, 
like  when  you  say,  'Silence  make  the  heart 
grow  fonder.'  " 

That  view  of  the  situation  left  me  a  bit 
puzzled,  as  I'd  always  heard  that  music 
was  a  great  help  to  love  in  Miranda's  part 
of  the  world. 

"Music,  yes,  it  help  love,  mostly  in  the 
night  time,"  was  her  considered  opinion. 
"The  man  and  the  woman  they  like  the 
emotion  it  stir  when  the  moon  it  shine  and 
the  leetle  birds  sleep  in  the  tree.  The  sere- 
nade, oh  yes,  I  have  it.  And  I  like  it? 
W-well,  sometime  when  I'm  not  sleepy." 

That,  of  course,  was  the  sensible  way  to 
look  at  it.  After  all,  the  fascinating  Miranda, 
like  any  other  girl,  needed  her  shut-eye, 
and  might  well  be  justified  in  throwing  her 
shoe,  instead  of  a  flower,  at  a  bronchial 
tenor  who  plunked  his  light  guitar  while 
she  was  pounding  her  ear. 

"Most  with  me,"  she  explained,  "music  is 
gay.  And  if  the  people  they  like  it  then  they 
love  you.  I  sing  with  my  whole  body,  not 
my  voice  alone — no,  no,  no.  If  here  I  sing 
just  with  my  voice,  they  don't  know  what 
it  is  about.  So  I  tell  them  when  I  make  my 
eyes  a  leetle  naughty — but  nice,  you  know 
— and  say  something,  perhaps,  with  my 
body.  People  tell  me  I  dance,  but  I  don't 
know.  Never  have  I  learned  dancing.  It  is 
right  I  tell  you  we  are  a  quiet  family,  and 


"Smile  and  the  world  smiles  with  you,"  and  believe  us  it's  nice  to  see  the  twinkle  back  in 
Wayne  Morris'  eye.  Wayne,  fully  recuperated  from  his  marital  mishap,  dated  pretty  Pat 
Stewart  for  a  night  of  dining  and  dancing  at  the  Grove.  His  latest,  "I  Wanted  Wings." 


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SCREENLAND 


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II  am  like  that.  We  like  to  enjoy  home." 

Right  or  wrong,  it  was  a  surprising  bit 
of  news  concerning  herself,  but  unaware  of 
this,  she  went  on.  "But  perhaps  it  is  not 
I  right  for  me  to  talk  so  much  about  love. 
It's  nobody's  business  when  somebody  is  in 
Move.  And  maybe  somebody  else  don't  know 
what  to  make  of  it.  It's  not  like  two  and 
two  make  four,  but  that  two  make  one.  You 
see,  love  isn't  sensible,  you  can't  figger  it 
cut.  And  you  can't  put  it  on  ice  to  keep  it 
fresh,  or  fix  it  like  an  automobile  tire  if  it 
j  blows  out.  You  have  to  be  in  love  to  talk 
;  ;ibout  it  from  the  inside.  Me,  I'm  not  in 
•  love  now.  But  one  time  I  am,  and  I  get  so 
j  jealous  when  the  man  he  look  at  another 
woman  that  I  want  to  shoot  him.  Then  I 
I  am  afraid  I  keel  the  man,  so  I  break  our 
engagement.  What  you  think  of  that?"  I 
■  could  only  think,  without  saying  so,  that 
1  the  man  had  got  a  break.  "Maybe  the  Latin 
man,  too,  when  he  is  in  love,  is  more  jeal- 
ous than  the  North  American  man.  I  think- 
so,  perhaps.  Anyhow,  he  talk  about  it  all 
the  time.  If  the  North  American  man  he 
don't  speak  about  it  always  he  know  just 
as  much  about  love.  Never  have  I  seen  any 
man  in  love  who  can't  say  what  he  wanted 
to  say,  except  he  is  stupid.  And  if  a  girl 
-he  loves  a  man  she  loves  him  no  matter 
what  he  say,  just  so  it  makes  a  leetle 
-ense !" 

As  to  the  relative  sincerity  of  men  and 
women  who  are  that  way,  Miranda  hesi- 
tated to  say :  "Women  in  love  are  more 
sincere — perhaps.  This  is  so  because  a 
woman  she  always  know  when  it's  the  real 
thing.  Maybe  the  man  he  is  never  sure. 
Either  he's  swept  off  his  feet,  or  he  can't 
make  up  his  mind.  But  the  woman  you 
can't  fool  her.  She  knows.  She  has  to.  But 
men  are  not  more  deceitful,  if  you  mean 
what  you  call  the  two-time.  If  it  is  real 
love,  then  both  the  man  and  the  woman 


Flowers  do  in  gardens  grow  and  mighty 
pretty,  we  all  know — but — who  can  keep 
their  mind  on  pansies  when  Mildred  Sell- 
ers is  around.  See  "They  Dare  Not  Love." 

they  can't  tell  something  untrue  because  it 
isn't  in  the  heart.  All  the  same  you  have  to 
understand  that  love  means  so  many  things, 
changes  and  sacrifices,  and  if  people  they 
know  this  they  don't  want  to  be  dishonest 
with  each  other.  The  man  and  the  woman 
wants  to  be  noble  and  good  together.  Their 
influence  on  each  other  is  what  vou  call 


feefty-fecfty.  Sometimes  a  woman  make  a 
man  deceitful  if  she  is  a  tool.  But  the  smart 
woman  knows  how  to  hold  her  man — unless 
he  is  a  fool,  and  then  he  is  not  worth  keep- 
ing. If  he  is  just  a  leetle  foolish,  oh  well, 
maybe  she  kick  him  under  the  table  when 
he  fl'rts  with  a  girl  in  a  cafe!  Of  course, 
if  they're  married,  it's  a  sure  thing.  But  if 
they're  not  married  maybe  she  flirts  a  leetle, 
too.  These  are  secrets  of  women.  I  don't 
have  to  tell  them — they  know  already.  Even 
the  Eskimo  and  the  Chinese  know,  I  think, 
just  because  they  are  women.  I  wouldn't 
insult  your  North  American  women  by  pre- 
tending to  geeve  them  a  tip  on  how  to 
handle  men.  They  are  so  smart,  so  chic, 
how  can  I  tell  them  ?  Maybe  they  can  tell 
file!  Anyhow,  I  learn  something  from  them. 
They  are  perfect — their  manner,  their  poise, 
their  beauty,  their  intelligence — wonderful ! 
And,  you  know,  a  clever  woman,  an  in- 
telligent woman,  can  make  a  man  fall  in 
love  with  her.  A  stupid  woman,  N-O-O-O. 
How  to  do  it — well,  this  depends  on  the 
man.  An  intelligent  woman  would  know 
just  what  to  do  with  him.  A  foolish  one 
couldn't  be  taught.  That's  her  hard  luck. 
Because  everybody  know  that  love  is  the 
greatest  thing  in  the  world.  Even  the  popu- 
lar songs  say  so.  But  the  happiness  love 
brings  can  be  found  only  by  intelligent  and 
considerate  people.  Fools  don't  even  know 
what  to  look  for.  so  how  can  they  find  it?" 

Stuck  for  an  answer,  I  offered  a  cigarette. 
"Thank  you  veree  much,  but  I  don't  smoke," 
I  was  surprised  to  hear.  "And,"  even  more 
surprising,  "I  don't  drink.  You  know  why? 
You  kees  a  man  and  you  smoke  and  it 
spoils  the  flavor.  And  if  I  drink  it  make  me 
sleepy  and  I  miss  all  the  fun !" 

At  that  (it  may  have  been  the  magic  of 
Miranda  working  its  spell),  Cupid  packed 
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owned  large  paper  mills,  but  when  Father 
Ford  discovered  that  his  son  wanted  to  be 
an  actor,  he  decided  there  would  be  broader 
opportunities  in  California.  Thereupon  they 
moved  to  Santa  Monica,  where  Glenn  at- 
tended school.  Then  he  discovered  the  little 
theaters,  and  these  became  his  world.  The 
instant  school  classes  were  over,  he  would 
dash  to  the  theater  where  he  spent  every  eve- 
ning— acting,  designing  scenery,  urged  on 
by  a  driving  ambition  to  know  everything 
about  this  profession.  During  this  time  he 
appeared  in  more  than  a  hundred  and  fifty 
standard  plays  which  gave  him  a  dramatic 
foundation  few  film  players  have  had. 

"Oh  yes,"  said  Glenn,  "studio  talent 
scouts  frequently  viewed  these  productions 
and  praised  my  work.  1  even  had  tests, 
several  of  them,  but  the  verdict  was  always 
that  I  wasn't  good  looking  enough,  my 
chin  was  all  wrong,  so  was  my  nose.  They 
would  always  'pretty'  me  with  corrective 
make-up,  put  me  in  tails  and  topper,  and 
I  was  terrible.  So  I  decided  to  forget  the 
screen  and  concentrate  on  the  theater. 

"I  did  several  plays  for  Homer  Curran 
in  West  Coast  productions,  such  as  'The 
Children's  Hour'  and  'Golden  Boy.'  Then 
I  journeyed  to  Broadway  to  understudy 
John  Beal  in  the  short-lived  'Soliloquy.' 
Following  its  speedy  close  I  took  my  turn 
at  'pounding  the  pavement'  looking  for  a 
job,  and  went  through  the  semi-starvation 
and  discouragement  cycle  most  actors  count 
as  part  of  the  thespian  training.  I  don't 
regret  a  single  experience,  for  I  needed 
every  one. 

"Coming  back  to  California,  I  went  into 
another  play  that  brought  still  another 
screen  test,  arranged  by  Tom  Moore  of 
20th  Century-Fox  studio,  who  had  always 
been  my  consistent  booster.  This  turned 
out  a  little  better  and  I  was  given  the  lead- 
ing role  in  'Heaven  With  a  Barbed  Wire 
Fence.'  Since  then  I've  appeared  in  six 
Columbia  films.  Then  came  the  big  chance 
in  'So  Ends  Our  Night,'  the  David  L. 
Loew-Albert  Lewin  picture. 


"I  was  crazy  over  the  part  from  the  first 
reading,  but  was  I  scared!  Fredric  March. 
Margaret  Sulla.van  and  Frances  Dee  were 
fast  company  but  all  were  wonderful  and 
did  everything  to  aid  me.  Mr.  Loew  would 
often  come  to  the  set,  and  to  tease  me  he 
would  say,  'Remember,  Glenn,  you've  got 
to  make  good,  for  I'm  gambling  a  million 
dollars  on  you !'  And  he  was,  too. 

"Here  are  two  items.  I  had  played  sev- 
eral stage  roles  previously  acted  by  Freddie 
March— Death  Takes  a  Holiday'  and  'The 
Royal  Family,'  among  others,  so  I  was 
thrilled  to  be  with  him  and  watch  his  tech- 
nique. Also,  I  had  fallen  in  love  with  Mar- 
garet Sullavan  in  the  film  'What  Next. 
Little  Alan,'  and  sometimes  in  our  scenes 
together  I'd  pinch  myself  to  make  sure  I 
was  actually  playing  in  the  same  picture 
with  her. 

"We  had  several  technical  directors  for 
this  film  who  knew  all  the  tragedies  we 
were  portraying,  first  hand,  and  believe  me, 
we  became  so  imbued  with  the  mood  of  our 
drama  that  we  lost  our  laughter,  and  mo- 
mentarily expected  the  Gestapo  to  grab  us 
out  of  the  shadows. 

"The  most  exciting  experience  of  my  life 
— so  far — was  flying  to  Miami  for  the 
premiere  of  'So  Ends  Our  Night.'  It  was  a 
festive  occasion.  Following  the  showing  of 
the  picture  the  theater  manager  insisted 
that  I  appear  on  the  stage  and  say  a  few 
words.  The  applause  lasted  for  minutes,  and 
I  was  so  choked  up  when  the  time  came  to 
speak  that  all  I  could  say  was  'Thank  you. 
thank  you.'  When  I  came  off  the  stage  the 
manager  said,  'Boy,  oh  boy,  what  an  act 
you  gave  them!'  Act- — my  eye!  That  wa$ 
the  real  thing,  and  I  was  so  near  breaking 
down  that  it  still  frightens  me  to  think 
of  it." 

During  the  next  half  hour  I  picked  'up 
some  illuminating  points  on  this  new  star. 
Glenn  is  tremendously  interested  in  inter- 
national affairs  and  keeps  maps  of  Europe 
and  the  Far  East,  that  hang  on  his  bed- 
room walls,  checked  to  the  latest  develop- 


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ments.  He  admits  he  once  dreamed  of  the 
diplomatic  service. 

His  deepest  regret  is  that  his  father,  who 
sacrificed  his  own  career  to  bring  him  to 
California,  passed  away  eight  months  ago, 
just  when  he  was  getting  the  break  they 
both  had  worked  for.  He's  an  expert  at 
fencing.  Also,  he  plays  the  violin,  and  his 
pretty  young  mother  is  a  pianist,  so  the  two 
spend  many  musical  evenings  at  home.  He 
doesn't  like  night  clubs,  or  the  things  that 
go  with  night  clubs,  except  dancing,  he 
adores  that.  He  likes  ice  skating,  swim- 
ming, riding,  tennis,  and  flying — he's  al- 
ready a  pilot. 

He  still  answers  his  own  fan  mail,  which 
has  gone  to  the  top  among  Columbia's  play- 
ers on  this  one  picture.  These  letters  ask 
how  he  got  started,  and  there  are  many, 
many  mash  notes,  plenty  hot.  Born  in 
Canada,  he  has  long  been  an  American 
citizen. 

Three  persons  have  aided  him.  Tom 
Moore,  whose  faith  survived  several  bad 
tests:  Harold  Clifton,  director  of  Santa 
Monica's  little  theaters,  and  his  agent,  Zeppo 
Marx.  He  breaks  a  precedent,  too,  by  being 
loyally  grateful.  He  now  holds  a  starring 
contract  with  Columbia  studio,  and  with 
David  L.  Loew-Albert  Lewin  Productions, 
and  the  future  is  bright.  He  considers  him- 
self a  character  juvenile  and  visions  a  long 
career  that  won't  vanish  with  the  coming 
of  a  sagging  profile,  and  wrinkles.  And  his 
all-absorbing  ambition  is  to  act,  and  keep 
right  on  acting. 

We  drifted  back  to  romance  when  I  re- 
minded him  of  the  gossip  that  he  and  pretty 
Patti  McCarty,  Dorothy  Lamour's  former 
secretary,  who  is  now  getting  her  first 
break  as  an  actress  in  "Under  Age,"  were 
"that  way"  about  each  other. 

He  laughed  heartily.  "Patti  and  I  have 
been  much  amused  by  all  this  publicity," 
said  Glenn.  "W  e're  pals,  good  friends,  but 
not  romantic.  Patti  is  a  grand  girl  and  a 
lot  of  fun.  We  like  to  go  dancing  and  too, 
we've  had  much  in  common  with  our  ca- 
reers, each  cheering  the  other  from  the 
sidelines.  I'm  sure  she'll  click  and  become 
a  popular  star — she  has  the  star  qualities. 

"Many  of  my  fan  letters  ask  if  I'll  marry 
an  actress."  Glenn's  eyes  twinkled.  "Well, 
shall  I?  Or  shall  she  be  a  non-professional? 
Probably  when  I  fall  in  love  I'll  not  stop 
to  consider  this  question.  Yet  it  might  be- 
come an  issue,  and  an  important  one.  It 
must  be  very  difficult  for  anyone  unaccus- 
tomed to  theatrical  life  to  understand  this 
screwy  business.  Such  a  girl,  for  instance, 
might  ask  if  I  actually  meant  it  when  I 
kissed  Margaret  Sullavan  in  the  ardent 
love  scenes  of  'So  Ends  Our  Night,'  and  if 
I  replied,  'Of  course  I  did.'  would  she  un- 
derstand that  through  imagination  the  scenes 
we  play  are  real — while  they  last? 

"An  actor  isn't  the  best  husband  in  the 
world.  His  profession  demands  so  much. 
It  absorbs  his  time,  his  energy,  his  emo- 
tional resources,  and  it  takes  deep  under- 
standing to  avoid  the  pitfalls  these  create. 

"I  have  no  mental  picture  of  The  Girl, 
but  there  are  a  few  'musts.'  Never,  under 
any  circumstances,  would  she  forget  she 
was  a  lady — that  is  highly  important  and 
means  much  to  me.  She  would  have  the 
spirit  of  adventure,  be  cultured  and  tol- 
erant. She  would  be  warm  and  human  and 
vital,  with  a  keen  appreciation  of  life  and 
what  it  holds.  She'd  be  an  enthusiast,  and 
have  ideals  and  precious  illusions,  and  oh 
yes,  a  grand  sense  of  humor — we  could  not 
do  without  that.  She'd  be  gallant  and  have 
courage,  taking  the  good  and  the  bad  in 
stride.  Yon  see,  the  sophisticated,  exotic, 
artificial  type  doesn't  appeal  to  me.  I'm  old- 
fashioned  when  it  comes  to  girls  and  I  like 
the  simple,  small-town  model,  because  she's 
real  and  sincere. 

"Shall  I  marry  an  actress?  Who  knows? 
Not  I — yet.  But  if  I  do  she  must  be  woman 
first,  actress  second.  She  must  not  be  too 
wrapped  up  in  her  career,  too  eager  for 


fame.  Few  households  can  harbor  two  stars, 
each  battling  to  keep  in  the  spotlight. 

"I  may  be  emotional,"  continued  Glenn, 
"but  I've  learned  to  count  ten  before  every 
important  decision,  so  I  hope  I  won't  be 
too  impetuous  when  it  comes  to  marriage. 
I  don't  want  a  chequered  romantic  life,  with 


a  series  of  scars  that  would  make  one  dis- 
trust his  own  judgment.  Love  is  essential. 
But  it  is  understanding  and  companionship 
that  make  marriage  enduringiy  happy.  I 
want  my  marriage,  when  it  comes,  to  be 
happy.  And  permanent !" 

That's  food  for  Hollywood  thought. 


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Charles  A.  Stevens,  Chicago,  111. 
Neiman-Marcus  Co.,  Inc.,  Dallas,  Tex. 
Lord  &  Taylor,  New  York 
B.  F.  Dewees,  Inc.,  Phila.,  Pa. 
J.  W.  Robinson,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
Frank  R.  Jelleff,  Washington,  D.  C. 

Jacket  Dress,  Page  57,  by  Lynn  Gray  Frocks, 
Inc.,  1375  Broadway,  New  York 

Rich's,  Inc.,  Atlanta,  Ga. 
Crowley  Milner  Co.,  Detroit,  Mich. 
J.  W.  Robinson  Co.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal, 
L.  Bamberger  &  Co.,  Newark,  N.  J. 
Franklin  Simon  &  Co.,  New  York 
Strawbridge  &  Clothier,  Inc.,  Phila- 
delphia, Pa. 

Frock,  Page  57,  by  Carol  Crawford,  Inc., 
1375  Broadway,  New  York 

Loveman,  Joseph  &  Loeb,  Inc.,  Bir- 
mingham, Ala. 

The  Touraine  Stores,  Boston,  Mass. 

Bry  Block  Mercantile  Co.,  Memphis, 
Tenn. 

L.  Bamberger  &  Co.,  Newark,  N.  J. 


D.  H.  Holmes  Co.,  New  Orleans,  La. 
B.  F.  Dewees,  Inc.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 
Raleigh  Haberdashers,  Wash.,  D.  C. 

Tri-Color   Play  Suit,   Page  58,   by  Loomtogs, 
Inc.,   1370  Broadway,  New  York 

Wm.  Filenes  Sons  Co.,  Boston,  Mass. 
Martin's,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
McBride's,  Inc.,  Galveston,  Tex. 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Houston,  Tex. 
Rothschild's,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
L.  Bamberger  &  Co.,  New-ark,  N.  J. 
D.  H.  Holmes  Co.,  New  Orleans,  La. 
R.  H.  Macy  &  Co.,  New  York 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Okla.  City,  Okla. 
Strawbridge  &  Clothier,  Inc.,  Phila- 
delphia, Pa. 
Rothschild's,  St.  Paul,  Minn. 

Star-Button  Play  Suit,  Page  58,  by  Loomtogs, 
Inc.,  1370  Broadway,  New  York 

Duluth  Glass  Block  Store,  Inc.,  Du- 

luth,  Minn. 
McBride's,  Inc.,  Galveston,  Tex. 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Houston,  Tex. 
Rothschild's,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Okla.  City,  Okla. 
Rothschild's,  St.  Paul,  Minn. 
Raleigh  Haberdashers,  Wash.,  D.  C. 

Three-Piece  Play  Suit,  Page  59,  by  Loomtogs, 
Inc.,  1370  Broadway,  New  York 

H.  M.  Russell  &  Sons,  Denton,  Tex. 
McBride's,  Inc.,  Galveston,  Tex. 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Houston,  Tex. 
Chas.  F.  Wing  Co.,  New  Bedford,  Mass. 
Strouss  Hirshberg,  New  Castle,  Pa. 
D.  F.  Peyton  Co.,  Inc.,  Okla.  City,  Okla. 

Tailored  Suit,  Page  59,  by  Bernard  Appel,  Inc., 
1410  Broadway,  New  York 

The  May  Company,  Cleveland,  Ohio 
Rike  Kumler  Co.,  Inc.,  Dayton,  Ohio 
Peck  &  Peck,  New  York 
Kaufmann's  Dept.  Stores,  Inc.,  Pitts- 
burgh, Pa. 
Woodward  &  Lothrop,  Wash,  D.  C. 


What  kind  of  a 
yarn  is  this,  any- 
way? Relax  those 
knitted  brows, 
folks,  and  we'll 
unwind  without 
further  ado.  That 
ain't  no  lady 
with  Myrna  Loy; 
that's  Bill  Powell, 
from  stem  to 
stern.  This  gives 
an  inkling  how 
wonderfully 
whacky  "Love 
Crazy"  is.  Laffs, 
love  and  Loy. 


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She  looked,  she  loved  and  lost  her  heart 
to  Phil.  Hedy  Lamarr  and  Philip  Dorn,  above, 
her  movie  husband  in  the  "Ziegfeld  Girl." 


Confessions  of  a 
Fatalist 

Continued  from  page  51 


tion  and  then  get  there.  How,  and  more 
especially  when  we  get  there  is  another 
matter.  The  thing  is  to  keep  running,  some- 
where, even  if  you're  off  your  chosen  track. 
We  can't  worry  about  it,  that's  what  I 
mean.  We  can't  worry  about  the  detours, 
the  stagnant  intervals,  the  times  when  the 
tide  is  out.  During  such  periods,  however, 
even  if  we  are  stymied  so  far  as  our  own 
jobs  are  concerned,  we  must  keep  busy. 

"W  hen  I  got  kicked  out  at  Warners, 
kicked  out  of  pictures,  actually,  /  kicked 
myself  out  of  Hollywood.  I  went  to  Chi- 
cago and  studied  singing,  thinking,  when 
musicals  do  come  back  and.  since  I'm  typed 
as  a  singer,  I  might  as  well  try  to  improve 
my  singing!  When  I  got  back  to  Holly- 
wood again  and  there  was  still  nothing 
doing  for  me,  I  went  back  to  New  York 
and  did  three  years  on  the  stage.  Maybe 
musicals  will  never  come  back,  I  thought, 
perhaps  I'd  better  learn  now  to  act. 

"The  point  I'm  making  is  that  I  didn't 
sit  around,  idle,  nursing  a  sore  head.  I  was 
working  all  the  time,  if  not  in  the  exact 
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I  could  get.  I  couldn't  buck  the  tide  of 
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yourself  in  your  particular  line  of  work,  if 
you  can  afford  not  to  be  earning;  if  you 
can't  afford  being  unemployed,  try  some 
other  line  of  work,  until  your  tide  turns. 

"To  me,"  smiled  Pidge,  "to  me,  the  defi- 
nition of  being  a  Fatalist  is:  relaxing  and 
enjoying  life.  And  I  realize  that  I've  been 
a  Fatalist  all  my  life.  But  the  first  time  I 
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was  cascading  off  me — well,  I  said  the 
words,  I  didn't  sing  them.  I  came  off  and, 
in  the  wings,  I  overheard  the  manager  talk- 
ing to  Elsie ;  he  was  saying,  'I  never  heard 
anything  like  it  in  my  life!'  he  moaned,  'the 
worst  I've  ever  heard !' 

"Well,  it  struck  me  very  funny.  I  thought, 
this  is  something  to  tell  my  grand-children  ! 
I  knew  I  was  washed  up  so  I  didn't  give  a 
damn.  I  went  out  for  the  second  half  of  the 
program  and  sang  my  head  off.  I  sang 
three  songs  and  three  encores !  I  went  over 
in  the  proportions  known  as  'big.'  That 
taught  me,  then  and  there,  never  again  to 
zvorry  about  anything.  That's  the  gift  I'd 
like  to  give  you  folks  who  are  reading  this : 
the  gift  of  never  again  worrying  over  any- 
thing. 

"When  I'd  been  trying,  you  see,  until  I 
sweated,  when  I'd  gone  out  there  desperate 
to  please  the  critics,  the  manager,  the  audi- 
ence, worrying  so  frantically  about  what 
people  would  say,  what  the  critics  would 
write,  I,  and  my  voice,  went  to  pieces. 
When  I  took  it  with  a  shrug  and  a  laugh, 
sang  for  the  joy  of  it,  had  fun,  it  was  okay ! 
I  relaxed,  and  I  enjoyed  what  I  was  doing. 
My  audience  relaxed,  and  enjoyed  what  I 
was  doing,  too.  That  was  the  time  I  said 
to  myself,  'My  boy,  you're  a  Fatalist !'  And 
I've  been  one  ever  since.  .  ' 

"I  don't  think' much,"  laughed  Mr.  Pidge. 
"I  practically  never  think,  Am  I  going  to 
get  a  good  picture  next  time?  Will  the 
next  Nick  Carter  go  over  as  well  as  its" 
predecessors  ?  Will  my  contract  be  renewed? 
I  don't  worry  about  the  way  I  do  my  job. 
I  don't  think  I'm  the  greatest  actor  in  the  . 
world,  not  by  a  long  call.  But  I  know  I'm 
competent.  I  know  I  can  do  what  the  aver- 
age actor  can  do.  I  know  I  work  hard, 
don't  believe  the  world  owes  me  a  living,  I 
definitely  don't  and  if,  doing  the  best  I  can, 
it  still  isn't  good  enough,  I  -  don't  get  the 
breaks,  then  I  know  I'm  in  one  of  the  bad 
cycles  and  I  don't  worry  about  it.  I  know 
that  if  things  are  going  to  happen,  they're 
going  to  happen,  in  their  own  good  or  bad 
time,  and  no  other.  So  what's  the  use  of  sit- 
ting down  and  thinking  about  it?  What's 
that  get  you  except  a  headache  or  insomnia  ? 

"Unconsciously,  I  was  always  a  Fatalist, 
I  realize  that  now.  Looking  back,  I  can 
pick  out  certain  events  in  my  life  which, 
considering  the  way  I  took  them,  proves 
that  I  was  a  Fatalist.  For  instance,  I  was 
born  on  the  St.  John  River,  on  the  Bay  of 


Mitchell  Rawson,  Warner  Bros.  Eastern  pub- 
licity manager,  helps  himself  to  a  deserving 
snack  from  Bette  Davis'  tempting  tray.  The 
party    was   fun    because    of    its  informality. 


Fundy.  I  spent  most  of  my  boyhood  down 
on  the  bay  front  listening  to  the  old  salts 
spinning  their  salty  yarns.  My  grandfather 
Pidgeon  was  an  ex-sea  captain,  too,  and  set 
me  on  cold  fire  telling  me  tales  of  his  ad- 
ventures in  strange  places.  Reefs  and  shoals 
and  rips  and  tides  and  ships  that  went  down 
to  such  as  these  or  ships  that  came  back 
again,  made  all  one  saga  in  the  final  tell- 
ing— and  I  think  it  must  have  been  that 
talk  of  time  and  tide  that  gave  me  the  feel- 
ing I  have  that  the  lives  of  all  men  are 
governed  by  tides." 

They'd  take  a  row-boat  out  on  the  St. 
John,  young  Walter  and  his  pals,  and 
sometimes  they  were  Captain  Kidd,  he  said, 
again  they  were  Long  John  Silver  hunting 
for  Treasure  Island,  or  Blackbeard  and 
the  Bloody  Morgan.  He  wanted  to  be  a  sea 
captain,  in  those  days,  was  sure  he'd  be  a 
sea  captain.  But  even  then  the  fates  were 
shaping  events  for  him.  For  actually  those 
games  he  played,  of  Long  John  and  the 
Bloody  Morgan,  were  the  first  parts  he 
played.  They  gave  him  the  love  of  adven- 


The  home-town  girl  made  good  in  a  big  way!  Bette  Davis,  to  the  folk  of  Littleton,  N.  H.,  is 
their  idea  of  a  right  neighborly  sort  and,  of  course,  the  best  actress  in  all  the  world — 
which  she  is.  She  is  shown  with  husband  Arthur  Farnsworth  in  front  of  Iron  Mine  Inn,  where 
she  was  feted.  Littleton  citizens,  distinguished  guests,  the  press  and  the  Arthur  Farnsworths 
will  always  remember  this  thrill-packed  occasion.  The  cheers  of  the  crowds  will  ring  forever. 


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Mary  Margaret  McBride,  CBS  columnist  and 
author  of  literary  gems,  extends  her  heartfelt 
congratulations  to  Bette  Davis  on  her  history- 
making,  record-breaking  birthday  celebration. 


ture,  they  also  gave  him  a  love  of  acting 
which,  he  says,  "is  adventure,  too.  I  can't 
even  remember  the  time  when  the  desire  to 
be  a  sea  captain  ebbed  away,"  he  went  on. 
"I  only  know  it  must  have  been  painless, 
since  I  can't  remember  it.  That's  why  I 
think  I  must  always  have  been  a  practicing 
Fatalist.  I  seem  always  to  have  accepted 
things,  without  struggle  or  rebellion. 

"I've  been  credited  with  having  a  War 
record.  I  didn't  have  one.  What  actually 
happened  was  that,  at  the  age  of  sixteen, 
I  walked  out  of  High  School  one  day,  hav- 
ing decided  to  enlist.  I  was  a  rotten  scholar 
anyway,  not  Right  Bright. I  never  worried 
about  that,  either,  I  always  figured  I'd  get 
by  and  somehow,  no  thanks  to  me,  I  al- 
ways did — just.  In  the  cards,  you  see. 

"I  did  enlist,  as  I  intended.  But  one  of 
my  elder  brothers,  Colonel  Don  Pidgeon, 
thought  I  was  too  young  and  had  my  en- 
listment cancelled.  I  was  disappointed — but 
I  remember,  even  now,  how  I  managed  to 
shrug  it  off.  Nothing  I  could  do  about  it! 
And  that's  what  I  mean :  do  everything 


you  can  to  achieve  what  you  want  but  when 
you  know  there's  nothing  you  can  do,  take 
it  and  try  to  like  it ! 

"I  waited  a  year.  Tried  again.  I  wanted 
to  get  to  France  like  crazy.  This  time  I 
nearly  lost  my  life  (at  home)  by  getting 
myself  accidentally  crushed  between  two 
gun  carriages,  thanks  to  being  in  a  place 
I  didn't  belong.  When  they  pried  me  out, 
I  could  have  passed  for  Pidgeon  jelly.  I'm 
not  an  exceptionally  brave  man  (I'm  scared 
to  death  of  a  mouse,  never  have  been  able 
to  get  over  it,  would  rather  meet  a  lion 
in  the  dark  than  a  mouse !)  but  I  remember 
coming  out  of  waves  of  pain  and  thinking, 
well,  other  men  have  suffered  worse  than 
this,  nothing  I  can  do  about  it,  anyway!  I 
seem  always  to  have  had  that  sense  of  the 
futility  of  struggling  against  the  inescap- 
able." 

Then,  for  17  months,  young  Pidgeon  was 
in  the  hospital.  Sometime  during  that  17 
months  he  contracted  a  grave  lung  ailment. 
"I  can  honestly  say,"  he  honestly  said,  "that 
I  didn't  worry  then,  either.  It  may  be  a 
case  of  where  there's  no  sense  there's  no 
feeling !  I  prefer  to  call  it  Fatalism !  What- 
ever it  was,  I  figured  it  was  none  of  my 
doing.  If  I  could  have  dodged  it,  I  would 
have.  But  I  couldn't,  so  what?  So  I  went, 
obediently,  to  a  dozen  different  places  for 
treatment.  A  month  before  the  Armistice, 
the  doctors  gave  me  a  discharge  but  told 
me  that  if  I  ever  hoped  to  recover  com- 
pletely I'd  have  to  get  a  job  in  the  open  air. 

"Now,  there  was  something  I  coxdd  do 
about  it.  And  I  did.  I'd  done  a  lot  of  sing- 
ing in  High  School.  I  supposed  I  had  a 
Voice.  I  figured  that  if  I  could  put  the 
singing  to  some  account,  concert  work, 
stage,  whatever,  that  would  give  me  plenty 
of  time  off  to  be  out  of  doors.  I  went  to 
Boston ;  started  taking  singing  lessons  and 
supported  myself  with  a  job  as  a  bank 
messenger.  Carrying  the  currency  from  one 
repository  to  another  kept  me  out  in  the 
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to  the  brokerage  business.  And  it  was  then 
that  I  first  married — my  childhood  sweet- 
heart. When  our  baby,  Edna,  was  born,  my 
young  wife  died.  That  is  something  too 
personal  to  talk  about — "  But  more  from 
what  he  didn't  say  than  from  what  he  did 
say,  I  gathered  that  that  early  tragedy 
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a  guest.  He  wanted  to  know  what  show  I 
was  with.  When  he  was  told  I  was  a 
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it  was  through  Fred,  in  a  roundabout  way, 
that  I'm  in  Hollywood  today.  Fred  was  the 
'agency.'  In  Fatalism  there's  always  an 
agency,  working  for  the  Fates.  For  he  told 
his  friends,  Charles  Dillingham  and  Arthur 
Hammerstein,  that  he  had  a  'find.'  The\ 
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How  can  anyone  surrounded 
Mrs.  Gary  Cooper  has  re>- 
lot    of    good    looks,    and    Geori,-;  murpriy 

said,  'before  you  try  a  lead.  Wait  and  we'll 
get  you  something  else.'  I  waited  but  they 
didn't  find  me  anything  else.  It  was  just 
about  then  that  I  lost  face  and  found  it, 
singing  at  Aeolian  Hall. 

"From  Aeolian  Hall,  we  went  on  tour,  a 
triumphant  tour  until  we  wound  up  by  hit- 
ting the  Palace  Theater  in  New  York.  I 
still  treasure,  'among  my  souvenirs,'  the 
clipping  from  Variety  which  read :  'Walter 
Pidgeon  looks  like  an  old  and  dilapidated 
Abe  Lincoln  and  sings  like  a  graduate  from 
a  mail  order  school  in  Southern  Iowa.  Who 
wants  vaudeville  when  it  involves  this?' 

"But  by  this  time,  I  was  a  practising 
Fatalist,  as  you  now  know.  I  had  reached 
that  state  of  wisdom  wherein  I  knew  that, 
in  Life,  the  jeers  and  cheers  and  leers  are 


as  indiscriminately  mixed  as  a  goulash.  I 
went  to  London  with  Elsie  Janis  for  the 
revue,  'At  Home.'  For  this  chore,  the 
cheers  had  it  and  Broadway  began  making 
me  offers.  I  was  playing  the  lead  in  'Puz- 
zles' when  Hollywood  signed  me  for  sing- 
ing roles — whereupon  I  made  my  film  debut 
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tello  !  There  followed  the  moribund  musicals 
which  led  to  the  sales  force  moaning  at  the 
bar,  'We  DON'T  WANT  PIDGEON!' 
— and  that's  where  I  came  in!  That's  when 
I  folded,  not  my  tent  but  my  bad  notices, 
and  stole  silently  away,  out  of  Hollywood, 
first  to  Chicago,  later  to  New  York,  to  the 
stage,  doing  'No  More  Ladies'  and  others. 

"A  Fatalist,"  smiled  Wralter,  "is  always 
a  terrific  gambler.  I  am.  When  I  came  back 


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97 


Wait  and  see  if  Fran- 
chot  Tone  doesn't  be- 
come putty  in  the  hands 
of  Joan  Bennett  when 
they  appear  together  in 
Columbia's  "She  Knew 
All  the  Answers."  Joan, 
you're  positively  provo- 
cative in  that — er — that 
bow   in   your  tresses. 


to  Hollywood,  this  time  to  stay,  at  mc 
behest  of  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.  I  stood 
in  front  of  an  executive's  desk  and  dickered 
for  an  hour  over  the  terms  of  the  contract. 
When  everything  was  settled,  down  to  the 
mere  matter  of  the  weekly  salary,  we  stuck ! 
The  Executive  offered  me  a  certain  sum,  I 
wanted  more.  I  said  to  him,  'You  don't 
know  it,  but  you  and  I  attended  the  same 
Alexander  School  in  St.  John,  New  Bruns- 
wick. Only  you  finished  before  I  did  and 
went  into  business  before  I  did.  Now  I'm 
no  business  man  and  it  would  be  futile  for 
me  to  try  to  argue  you  into  giving  me  more 
money.  But  I  know  you  wouldn't  take  ad- 
vantage of  an  old  school-fellow  from  St. 
John,  so  I'll  leave  the  matter  entirely  in 
your  hands — or,  no,'  I  said,  on  a  sudden 
inspiration,  'no,  tell  you  what  we'll  do,  we'll 
flip  a  coin  for  it !  Heads,  it's  your  price, 
tails  it's  mine!' 

"Now,  that,  too,  comes  under  the  head  of 
being  a  Fatalist,  you  see !  I  knew  I  was 
licked  when  it  came  to  business  bartering. 
I  couldn't  do  anything,  I  didn't  try.  But  I 
could  do  something  else  about  it,  and  I  did 
and — it  worked !  L.  B.  laughed  aloud.  'Wal- 
ter,' he  said,  'you're  wrong,  you  should 
have  been  a  business  man.  We'll  pay  your 
price.  Sign  here  on  this  line.' 

"Even  after  that,  however,  there  were 
plenty  of  times  when  I  could  have  had  the 
gray-green  shudders.  I  made  five  pictures, 
one  right  after  another,  none  of  which  even 
have  epitaphs !  Not  until  'Saratoga,'  which 
was  Jean  Harlow's  last  picture,  did  I  really 
do  anything  that  might  be  called  'arriving.' 
Then  the  studio  considered  shelving  the 
picture,  after  Jean's  sad  going.  They  didn't. 
And  that  picture  was  a  beginning  for  me 
— curious,  how  the  Fates  work  and  weave, 
how  for  one  there  is  a  beginning  and  for 
another,  a — well,  a  different  kind  of  a  be- 
ginning— impersonal,  the  Fates,  without 
prejudice  or  pity. 

"Then,  once  again,  I  came  within  an  ace 
of  missing  my  Opportunity :  it  was  when 
M-G-M  was  planning  to  do  a  remake  of 
'I  Take  This  Woman'  with  Spencer  Tracy 
and  Hedy  Lamarr.  They  wanted  me  for 
the  remake.  But  because  I  was  busy  in  the 
first  of  the  Nick  Carter  series,  I  couldn't 
do  it.  At  the  time,  that  definitely  seemed 
the  tide  going  out  for  me!  But  fortunately, 
Nick  caught  on  with  the  public,  what 
seemed  to  be  my  loss  was  my  gain  and  I, 
perforce,  can  have  no  regrets  about  'losing' 


"Since  then,  my  tide  has  come  in:  'Dark 
Command'  set  me  up  as  a  villain.  'It's  a 
Date'  made  me  modern  and  reasonably 
pleasant.  Now,  'Flight  Command'  with  Bob 
Taylor,  then  'The  Youngest  Profession,' 
with  Judy  Garland.  Being  the  father  of  a 
daughter  myself,  I  like  these  paternal  roles. 
Comes  natural  to  me  to  order  Deanna  and 
Judy  around ! 

"I  once  told  a  young  lady,"  laughed  Mr. 
Pidge,  "that  I  am  a  Fatalist,  and  she  said, 
almost  as  though  I  had  told  her  I  was  a 
prong-horned  zombie,  'Owww,  does  that 
make  you  different  from  other  men:" 

"  'It  doesn't,'  I  assured  her.  'I  am  as 
other  men,  as  ever  was.  I  have  a  few  little 
idiosyncrasies,'  I  boasted,  'individual  points 
of  interest,  you  might  say,  such  as  I  always 
carry  my  left  hand  in  my  pocket,  and  I 
crack  my  knuckles  !' 

"Also,  I  may  be  different  in  that  I  love 
to  go  shopping !  Especially,  I  love  to  fool 
around  in  women's  shops  and  buy  things 
for  my  wife  and  my  kiddie  (my  wife,  Ruth, 
and  I  were  married  in  1931)  and  as  they 
always  keep  the  things  I  buy  them,  I  like 
to  pat  myself  on  my  own  back  for  my  taste 
and  discrimination !  In  all  other  respects,  I 
should  say,  I  am  Mr.  Average  Man.  I'm 
quite  a  home-body.  We  have  a  modest  place 
in  Beverly  Hills.  Although  we're  looking 
for  acreage,  something  around  500  acres, 
w  here  I  can  grow  things  and  can  'retire' 
between  pictures.  I  don't  like  to  go  out  a 
great  deal,  prefer  to  have  my  friends  come 
to  my  place.  I'm  easily  amused,  I  play  a 
lot  of  backgammon,  love  bridge. 

"I'm  sentimental,  terribly  so — not  a  mark 
of  'difference'  mind  you,  since  most  men 
are  more  sentimental  than  women.  I  keep 
souvenirs,  tied  up  with  pink  ribbons ;  I  re- 
member anniversaries  and  birthdays  ;  I  send 
flowers  on  appropriate  occasions ;  I  read 
poetry ;  I  moon  over  things. 

"I'm  a  noticing  man  when  it  comes  to 
women — what  I  find  myself  noticing  first 
is  a  woman's  profile.  I'm  always  crawling 
around  sidewise,  under  hats  and  things,  to 
look  at  a — nose ! 

"Man-like,  I  can't  cook  at  all.  Except 
for  my  favorite  dessert,  crepes  suzette.  I've 
only  had  enough  of  them  once  in  my  life, 
twenty-four,  to  be  exact,  at  a  sitting ! 

"I  see  a  lot  of  movies,  love  to.  Since  I 
can  remember  I've  gone  to  see  John  Barry- 
more  four  or  five  times  in  everything  he's 


done.  I  saw  'The  Man  From  Blankley's' 
five  times.  I  nearly  missed  the  Olympic  go- 
ing to  London  once  to  drop  in  and  see 
'Beau  Brummel.'  I'm  a  terrific  Gable  fan, 
too,  and  a  terrific  Hepburn  fan. 

"Neck-ties  are  my  only  personal  extrava- 
gance, and  handkerchiefs.  Although  I  really 
do  give  my  clothes  some  thought.  I'm  one 
of  the  few  remaining  actors  who  does. 

"I  have  strong  vegetarian  tendencies. 
Once  went  for  three  years  without  eating 
meat.  Almost  every  noon  I  consume  this 
behemoth  of  a  salad,  wilted  lettuce  with 
Roquefort  dressing,  which  you  now  see 
diminishing  before  you ! 

"The  worst  temptation  I  have  to  face  is 
— no,  not  the  Demon  Rum  nor  the  Blan- 
dishments of  Beauty,  but  laziness.  I'm  just 
generally  bone-lazy.  Like  to  get  in  my  car 
and  go  browsing  about,  uncertain  as  to 
destination,  unconscious  as  to  time.  My  pet 
hate  is  golf.  Not  the  temperament. 

"I've  told  you  that  I'm  afraid  of  a  mouse. 
I  am.  Horribly.  And  all  my  life  I've  been 
afraid  of  not  having  something  set  aside 
for  that  Rainy  Day.  Being  a  Fatalist,  I'm 
not  afraid  of  the  Rainy  Day,  knowing  that 
it  must  come.  And  that  I  can't  do  anything 
about  that.  But  I  can  do  something  about 
preparing  for  it,  and  I  have. 

"If  I  have  any  outstanding  virtue  it's 
that  I  am  grateful,  grateful  to  anyone  who 
has  ever  done  anything  for  me,  grateful  to 
Fate  for  the  way,  by  and  large,  she  has 
treated  me.  I  hate  ingratitude.  I  think  it's 
the  most  contemptible  thing  in  the  world. 

"I  don't  believe  there  is  any  such  thing 
as  a  100  per  cent  bad  man,  or  woman.  A' 
mixture,  that's  what  makes  them  human.  I 
don't  believe  there  are  any  unmitigated 
bores.  If  you  have  enough  patience  to  give 
a  complete  and  courteous  hearing  to  any 
man  or  woman,  you'll  be  surprised  by  the 
interesting  things  you'll  learn.  A  sym- 
pathetic hearing- — I  daresay  sympathy  is 
the  strongest-  force  for  good  in  the  world. 

"And  so,  by  the  same  token,  I  do  not 
think  there  are  any  such  things  as  Failures 
or  Successes.  I  don't  believe  in  affixing 
labels  to  anything  so  fluid  as  life.  We  rise 
and  fall  with  the  tides,"  said  Mr.  Pidgeon. 

"I  am  one  of  the  few,  I'm  afraid,"  said 
Pidge,  then,  "who  can  say  and  who  means 
that  I'd  like  to  live  it  all  over  again,  even 
if  I  had  to  relive  it  just  as  it  was,  pain  and 
joy,  both.  I'd  do  it  gladly,  if  I  had  the 
chance.  I  love  Life!" 


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THE  DIFFERENCE 
between  NAIL  POLISHES 

Brush  Dura-Gloss  on  your  nails.  You'll  be 
absolutely  astounded  by  its  brilliance. 
Dura-Gloss  glows  with  all  the  fire  of  a 
priceless  ruby,  makes  other  polishes  look 
anemic,  because  Dura-Gloss  is  made  from 
a  superior  polish  formula.  Other  polishes 
put  color  on  your  nails,  but  Dura-Glofs 
makes  them  strikingly,  excitingly,  lus- 
trously brilliant!  Discriminating  women 
cherish  Dura-Gloss  for  this  rich  deep  col- 
or, sparkling  incandescence,  this  unbe- 
lievable brilliance.  No  other  polish  gives 
your  nails  the  beautiful  "effectiveness"  of 
Dura-Gloss — select  one  of  its  20  exquisite 
shades  todav! 


this  lighter,  milder  leaf 
brings  a  fancy  price! 

— but  Luckies  pay  the  price  to  get  it!" 
says  J.  M.  Tailey,  warehouseman  of  Durham,  N.  C. 

I'VE  KEPT  TRACK  OF  THE  BIDDIN'  at  thousands  of  tobacco 
auctions — and  I  can  tell  you  Luckies  go  after  the  lighter, 
milder  leal  and  bid  it  up  till  they  get  it.  That's  why  I  smoke  Luckies 
myself  like  most  other  buyers,  auctioneers  and  warehousemen." 

As  everybody  knows,  you  get  what  you  pay  for .  .  .  and  Luckies 
pay  higher  prices  to  get  the  finer,  the  lighter,  the  naturally  milder 
tobaccos.  So  smoke  the  smoke  tobacco  experts  smoke.  Next 
time,  ask  for  Lucky  Strike! 

WITH  MEN  WHO  KNOW  TOBACCO  BEST- 
IT'S  LUCKIES  2  TO  1 


LUCKY 

STRIKE 


"IT'S  TOA 


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Copyright  1941.  The  American  ToWco  Company 


Their  love 
burned  all  the 
brighter  — because 
it  flamed  in  the 
shadow  of  death! 


LOOD, 

Sand 


ant/ 


in  TECHNICOLOR! 


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LINDA  DARNELL  •  RITA  HAYWORTH 

Nazimova  •  Anthony  Quinn  •  J.  Carrol  Naish  •  John  Carradine  •  Lynn  Bari  •  Laird  Cregar  •  Vicente  Gomez 
Produced  by  DARRYL  F.  ZANUCK  •  Directed  by  ROUBEN  MAMOULIAN 

Associate  Producer  Robert  T.  Kane   •   Screen  Play  by  Jo  Swerling   •   A  20th  CENTURY-FOX  PICTURE 


\  Every  busy  morning  _ 

Every  dancing  nigh,  ^  ( 

guard  your  after-bath  freshness  with  Mum! 


Avoid  underarm  odor!  Mum  every  day  helps  protect 
your  charm,  your  \ob,  your  popularity! 


■  ^ 


YOUR  morning  freshness— are  you  sure  it 
isn't  left  in  the  car  or  bus  on  your  hurried 
way  to  the  office?  Your  evening  charm— are 
you  certain  it  hasn't  wilted  and  faded  even 
before  the  music  swings?  Remember,  per- 
spiration can  start  just  after  you  leave  your 
freshening  tub — underarm  odor  can  give  the 
lie  to  your  charm  before  you  are  even  hours 
older. 

Smart  girls  never  trust  in  their  bath  alone. 
A  bath,  no  matter  how  glorious,  only  takes 
care  of  past  perspiration,  but  Mum  prevents 
the  risk  of  underarm  odor  to  come.  Trust  your 
charm  every  day  to  smooth,  creamy  depend- 
able Mum.  Keep  sure  of  daintiness! 


MUM  SAVES  TIMElTakes  only  30  seconds! 
Just  a  pat  under  each  arm  .  .  .  and  you're 
through!  Can  be  used  right  after  underarm 
shaving,  for  Mum  won't  irritate  the  skin. 
MUM  SAVES  CLOTHES!  Mum  has  the  Amer- 
ican Institute  of  Laundering  Seal  as  being 
harmless  to  fabrics. 

MUM  SAVES  CHARM!  Without  attempting 
to  stop  perspiration,  Alum  prevents  underarm 
odor.  With  Mum,  after-bath  freshness  lasts 
all  evening.  Women  everywhere  use  Mum 
. . .  yes,  and  men,  too.  Get  Mum  today. 
FOR  SANITARY  NAPKINS.  Mum  is  so  safe, 
so  gentle,  so  dependable  that  thousands  of  u  omen 
prefer  it  for  this  important  purpose,  too. 


Mum  takes  the  odor  out  of  Perspiration 


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ROBERT  TAYLOR  as  BILLY  THE  KID 

with  BRIAN  DON  LEVY 


(IN  TECHNICOLOR) 

Ian  Hunter   •    Mary  Howard    •   Gene  Lockhart   •    Lon  Chaney,  Jr. 

Screen  Play  by  Gene  Fowler    •    Directed  by  David  Miller    .    Produced  by  Irving  Asher    .    A  METRO-GOLDWYN-MAYER  PICTURE 


SCREENLAND 


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©C1B  ' 
The    Smart    Screen  Magazine 


Delight  Evans,  Editor 

Elizabeth  Wilson,  Western  Representative 
Bessie  Herman,  Assistant  Editor  Frank  J.  Carroll,  Art  Director 


July,  1941  Vol.  XLIII,  No.  3 

EVERY  STORY  A  FEATURE 

The  Editor's  Page  Delight  Evans  19 

Hollywood  Whirl  Len  Weissman  20 

Will  Mickey  Win  Linda?  Elizabeth  Wilson  22 

Second  Winner  of  the  6-Star  Contest 

As  selected  by  Constance  Bennett  24 

What  It  Takes  to  be  A  Hollywood  Husband! 

"Mr.  Rita  Hayworth"  Tells  Helen  Hover  26 

"Tom,  Dick  and  Harry" 

Complete  Fictionization  Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  28 

Are  Movie  Stars  Nuts?  Joel  McCrea  Ben  Maddox  32 

Success  Hasn't  Spoiled  Him!  William  Holden  S.  R.  Mook  34 

Heroine  to  Her  Hairdresser.  Priscilla  Lane  Marion  Cooper  51 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 

Sez  "Coop"  to  Cooper  Ida  Zeitlin  54 

Feedbox  Dope  on  Gene  Autry  Linn  Lambert  58 

SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

Clark  Gable,  Rosalind  Russell,  Joan  Crawford,  George  Raft,  Edward 
G.  Robinson,  Marlene  Dietrich,  Lana  Turner,  Veronica  Lake,  Brenda 
Joyce,   Gene  Tierney,  Anne  Gwynne,  Joan   Bennett,  Anna  Neagle, 

Georgia  Carroll,  Ronald  Colman,  Bette  Davis,  The  Most  Beautiful  Still 
of  the  Month. 

DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot  from  Hollywood   6 

Fans'  Forum    8 

Screenland's  Crossword  Puzzle  Alma  Talley  10 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes.  Brenda  Joyce  Betty  Boone  12 

Tagging  the  Talkies   14 

Honor  Page    16 

That  "Finishing"  Business  Courtenay  Marvin  56 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  60 

Yours  for  Loveliness   80 

Cover  Portrait  of  RITA  HAYWORTH,  Columbia  Pictures 


V.  G.  Heirnbucher,  President  Paul  C.  Hunter,  Vice  President  and  Publisher  D.  H.  Lapham,  Secretary  and  Treasurer 
Published  monthly  by  Screenland  Magazine.  Inc.  Executive  and  Editorial  offices.  45  West  45th  Street  New  York 
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Copyright  1941  by  Screenland  Magazine,  Inc. 
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every  month 


Folks,  take  a  friendly  tip.  Keep  your 
hands  out  of  your  pockets  and  your 
proboscis  clean.  Billy  the  Kid  is  dustin' 
into  town! 


His  real  name?  William  Bonney.  He's 
quick  on  the  draw.  Shoots  with  his  left 
hand.  Can  hit  a  wart  on  a  lizard.  Asks 
questions  later.  He's  Wanted  for 
Murder!     ^     ^     *  + 

Garbed  in  black — to  match  "Hassie", 
his  horse — Billy  the  Kid  will  lift  you 
out  of  your  seats  with  his  ways  and 
means.  He's  a  one-man  prosecutor  and 
a  one-man  court.  He's  a  menace.  And 
handsome  as  Bob  Taylor. 

M-G-M's  "Billy  the  Kid"  is  a  "Western" 
true  enough.  But  you  gotta  use  those 
words  "saga"  and  "epic".  Real  gal- 
loping tintypes  and  buckets  of  blood. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Never  was  Technicolor  so  magnificent. 
The  sunlit  freedom  of  the  open  plains, 
the  glory  of  the  canyons,  the  steel  blue 
of  the  revolver,  the  jet  black  in  horse 
and  rider,  the  peachbloom  of  the  fair 
damsel.  Folks,  tonight's  the  night! 

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You  can  have  your  "Easterns"  with 
their  villainous  demitasses,  your 
"Northerns"  with  their  relentless  man- 
getters,  your  "Southerns"  with  their 
crinoline  coyness — 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

But  give  us  a  "Western"  like  "Billy  the 
Kid"  any  time.  And  now's  as  good  a 
time  as  any  other. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Somehow  we  can't  help  sending  along  a 
fan  note  to  Robert  Taylor  for  his  splen- 
did performance.  Bob,  you're  a  really 
great  star  and  this  he-man  role  fits  you 
the  way  you  fit  that  horse.  Which  is 
better  than  a  glove. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

No  time  for  elaboration,  but  would  just 
like  to  toss  a  sprig  to  author  Gene 
Fowler  for  the  way  he  does  it. 

★  ★  ★  ★ 

It's  another 
big  hit  from 

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Screenland 


5 


FROM 
HOLLYWOOD 


ARCHDUKE  OTTO  of  Hapsburg  saw 
'»  Hollywood  and  Hollywood  knocked 
itself  out  to  see  the  Archduke.  He  was 
wined  and  dined.  He  visited  famous  homes 
and  saw  all  the  local  spots  of  interest. 
When  he  made  the  rounds  of  the  studios, 
he  only  asked  for  one  autograph — Ann 
Sheridan's. 

CAROLE  LANDIS  was  not  trying  to 
revive  the  Shimmy  while  dancing  with 
art  director  Cedric  Gibbous  at  Ciro's.  On 
the  shoulder  strap  of  her  low  cut  gown,  the 
blonde  blitzkreig  was  wearing  one  of  those 
tiny  vases  that  hold  real  water  and  keep 
a  flower  alive.  Somehow  the  bottle  tipped 
and  the  little  drops  of  water  trickled  mer- 
rily down  la  Landis'  bountiful  bosom! 

THAT  Stirling  Hayden-Errol  Flynn  feud 
is  the.  answer  to  a  press  agent's  dream. 
The  two  met  for  the  first  time  when  Stirl- 
ing called  for  Karen  Verne,  the  European 
actress  who  actually  escaped  from  the 
Nazis.  Errol  couldn't  have  been  more  cor- 
dial to  any  stranger  visiting  his  home  lot. 
Stirling  was  genuinely  pleased  at  the  intro- 
duction. By  the  way,  Paramount's  prize 
isn't  taking  his  career  lightly.  He's  just 
hired  Nina  Moise,  famous  voice  coach,  to 
go  to  work  on  him. 

IANA  TURNER  has  been  looking  at 
L.  houses  with  an  eye  to  buying  one. 
Maybe  it's  marriage  for  her  and  Tony 
Martin  when  she  gets  her  final  decree  in 
September.  Then  again,  maybe  it's  because 
she  feels  she's  paying  too  much  rent  for 
her  San  Ysidro  drive  house,  owned  by 
Loretta  Young's  niother.  Of  course  too, 
the  neighbors  might  have  complained  about 
the  open  muffler  on  Tony's  super-charged 
gasoline  buggy.  How  about  a  bicycle  built 
for  two? 

HOLLYWOOD  is  in  hysterics  over 
Madeleine  Carroll.  Of  all  things,  the 
patrician  Miss  Carroll  does  an  impersona- 
tion of  a  sea  gull  crying  to  its  mate,  that  is 
out  of  this  world.  It  isn't  what  she  says, 
but  how  she  says  it  that  makes  it  sound  so 
hysterically  funny. 


That  smile,  we  interpret,  is  one  of  utter  content.  And  no  wonder!  Paulette  God- 
dard  has  a  nice  juicy  part  in  Paramount's  "Hold  Back  the  Dawn."  The  names 
of  Charles  Boyer,  Olivia  de  Havilland  and  Walter  Abel  lend  lustre  to  the  cast. 


GLORIA  SWAN  SON,  peacock  feathers 
and  all,  are  back  in  Hollywood  again. 
The  first  day  on  the  RKO  lot,  her  producer 
asked  her  if  there  was  anyone  in  particular 
she  would  like  to  meet. 

"Yes,"  said  Gloria  cmickly.  "My  favorite 
actor,  Bob  Hope." 

A ROMANCE  that  has  weathered  many 
storms  has  now  definitely  come  ,  to  an 
end.  Rosemary  Lane  and  Buddy  Westmore 
have  called  it  quits,  although  neighbors 
report  that  Buddy  still  parks  his  car  close 
to  the  Lane  house  in  Laurel  Canyon.  If  he 
does,  Buddy  has  seen  Glenn  Ford  bid  Rose- 
mary a  charming  goodnight  at  the  doorstep. 
It's  Hollywood's  newest  romantic  twosome. 


KEEP  your  ears  peeled  for  that  separa- 
tion news  again,  between  Ann  Sothern 
and  Roger  Pryor.  It's  bound  to  crop  up 
now  that  both  went  to  New  York1  at  the 
same  time — Ann  on  the  train,  Roger  by 
plane.  Here  is  the  reason.  Ann  was  dead 
tired  after  three  months  strenuous  work  in 
"Lady  Be  Good."  She  wanted  to  sleep  and 
relax  on  the  train,  so  she  could  enjoy 
"Panama  Hattie,"  the  New  York  musical 
she  is  bringing  to  the  screen.  Roger  is  mad 
about  aviation.  When  the  Luscomb  people 
asked  him  to  fly  to  New  Jersey  at  their 
expense  and  pilot  back  a  private  plane  to 
the  coast,  Roger  was  simply  elated.  It 
meant  more  hours  in  the  air  to  his  credit 
and  chance  to  fly  to  his  heart's  content. 


CVEN  blase  Hollywood  was  that  sur- 
*—  prised  when  Connie  Bennett  up  and 
eloped  with  Gilbert  Roland.  Intimate  friends 
were  under  the  impression  that  the  breach 
between  these  two  had  widened  too  much 
for  a  reconciliation.  There  had  been  feeble 
rumors  of  a  romance  between  Connie  and 
her  stage  leading  man,  Richard  Ainley. 
Gilbert  has  remained  singularly  out  of  the 
Hollywood  scene.  Though  she  is  honey- 
mooning" and  Gilbert's  draft  number  is 
practically  snapping  at  his  heels,  Connie 
still  manages  to  be  a  fashion  leader.  She  is 
the  first  actress  to  wear  sheer  black  hose, 
a  style  recently  revived  by  Mrs.  Harrison 
Williams,  reputedly  the  best  dressed  woman 
in  the  world. 


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Paramount  Producer 
ARTHUR  HORNBLOW,  Jr. 
and  Paramount  Director 
MITCHELL  LEISEN 

who  created  "Arise,  My 
Love/'  set  this  daring 
story  of  tangled  loves 
against  the  roaring  back- 
ground  of  America's 
great  flying  legion  to 
give  you  the  biggest  and 
the  best  of  all  air  pictures. 


starring 

WILLIAM  WAYNE  BRIAN 


MILLAND  HOLDEN  MORRIS  DONLEVY 

with  CONSTANCE  MOORE  ■  VERONICA  LAKE  •  HARRY  DAVENPORT 

Directed  by  MITCHELL  LEISEN  •  A  Paramount  Picture 


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FIRST  PRIZE  LETTER 
$10.00 

There's  one  angle  in  these  modern  family- 
life  films  that  remains  a  puzzle  to  me.  How 
can  movie  mothers  always  look  fresh  as  a 
daisy,  when  they  are  supposed  to  represent 
average  housewives  like  the  rest  of  us  who 
do  our  own  cooking,  wash  the  dishes,  and 
keep  the  house  spotless  ? 

Twelve  years  of  this  kind  of  life  have 
shown  me  that  if  I  do  my  chores  satisfac- 
torily, I  can't  find  enough  extra  time  to 
powder  my  nose,  polish  my  fingernails,  and 
maintain  a  fashion-page  appearance.  I  can't 
greet  my  working  husband  looking  like  a 
dainty  deb.  Yet  husbands  expect  us  to  do  it 
because  the  movies  picture  it  that  way. 

I  hope  Hollywood  will  oblige  by  revealing 
the  secret  of  how  Mrs.  Jones,  Mrs.  Hardy, 
et  al,  can  still  look  like  Fifth  Avenue  models 
when  their  husbands  behold  them  across  the 
dinner  table ! 

MRS.  E.  M.  CARTER,  Atlanta,  Georgia 

SECOND  PRIZE  LETTER 

$5.00 

The  one  person  who  is  making  it  hot  for 
Bette  Davis  is  Ida  Lupino.  In  my  estimation, 
Ida's  performance  as  the  murderess  in 
"They  Drive  By  Night"  topped  Bette's 
Mildred  in  "Of  Human  Bondage."  And  fol- 
lowing that  came  her  role  as  the  faithful 
sweetheart  of  the  gangster  in  "High  Sierra" 
which  out-shone  anything  Bette  has  done  in 
some  time.  Now  she  comes  to  us  again  in 
"The  Sea  Wolf,"  which  is  destined  to  bring 
her  the  Academy  Award  for  1941. 

Bette's  acting  causes  me  to  hate  her,  while 
Ida  tugs  at  my  heart,  making  me  forgive 
her  for  what  she  has  done.  She  is  ruthless, 
yet  beneath  it  all  she  has  a  heart  of  gold. 
Where  Bette  gets  you  with  her  drawn 
mouth  and  sharp  tongue,  Ida  plays  with  her 
eyes,  making  you  feel  the  pain  and  hatred 
which  she  herself  is  supposed  to  feel.  This 
can  be  best  explained  in  the  close-up  at  the 
end  of  "High  Sierra."  Aside  from  mastery 
of  photography,  probably  the  greatest  piece 
of  acting  was  done  at  that  moment,  when 
only  her  eyes  spoke.  My  advice  to  Bette  is 
to  watch  out  or  Ida  will  be  way  ahead  of 
her,  and  prove  to  be  perhaps  the  greatest 
star  Hollywood  has  had  in  a  long  time. 
LAWRENCE  A.  WIGGIN,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

FIVE  PRIZE  LETTERS 
$1.00  Each 

Perhaps  if  I  made  the  motion  enough 
seconds  will  be  voiced  to  help  overcome  a 
practice  among  "praise  agents"  which  is 
small  but  PUHLENTY  irksome  to  those 


of  us  who  are  getting  no  younger  fast. 

For  several  years  an  actress'  age  is  men- 
tioned freely  in  the  press,  and  apparently, 
truthfully,  for  the  age  increases  year  by 
year,  even  as  does  yours  and  mine.  Then 
presto  and  all  of  a  sudden-like,  the  actress 
becomes  anywhere  from  one  to  five  years 
younger,  and  moreover  she  stays  this  much 
younger  from  here  on  in.  Now  this  may  at 
first  blush  seem  like  a  relatively  unimpor- 
tant matter,  which  truth  to  tell,  it  is.  How- 
ever, it  is  important  enough  that  the  ages 
are  consistently  fed  to  the  reading  public  as 
part  of  the  regular  diet.  What  the  heck's 
wrong  with  getting  older  ?  Either  the  ac- 
tresses should  age  along  with  the  rest  of 
us,  or  nothing  should  ever  be  said  about 
their  ages. 

For  "checking-up"  purposes  you  might 
just  start  with  the  mild  case  of  Loretta 
Young,  who  miraculously  got  one  whole 
year  YOUNGER  just  lately.  That  means 
that  I,  who  used  to  be  the  same  age  as 
Loretta  Young,  am  now,  alas,  two  years 
OLDER,  because  on  my  recent  birthday  I 
got  a  year  older  while  she  was  getting 
younger. 

MRS.  DALE  ORINDA,  Oakland,  Calif. 


A  few  years  ago  many  movie  producers 
tried  to  make  us  motion  picture-conscious. 
This  was  done  by  means  of  a  contest  with  an 
impressive  title  stating  that,  "Motion  Pic- 
tures Are  Your  Best  Entertainment."  After 
seeing  a  number  of  recent  movies  I  am 
forced  to  believe  that  they  have  forgotten 
this  statement. 

Why  must  the  public  be  subjected  to 
propaganda  movies  that  are  either  too 
brutal  or,  just  stupid?  In  the  pictures  which 
try  to  show  the  dangers  of  our  enemies 
within,  the  villain  can  usually  be  recognized 
in  the  first  reel.  They  either  have  a  monocle 
and  a  thick  accent,  or  a  crew  haircut  and 
piercing  eyes.  If  every  Fifth  Columnist 
looked  like  this  the  G-Men  would  have  no 
worries. 

I  do  not  consider  pictures  such  as  "Night 
Train"  and  "Escape"  stupid,  because  they 
both  had  moving,  dramatic  stories  and  were 
done  with  a  minimum  of  "heils." 

If  the  studios  must  make  propaganda 
movies  I  wish  that  they  would  remember 
that  the  public  will  not  accept  movies  that 
are  childish  or  hysterical." 

JOAN  DOYLE,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 


Although  I  am  a  junior  high-school  girl, 
I  have  been  reading  your  magazine  since  the 
7th  grade  and  would  even  miss  a  show  so 
I  could  read  it.  I  enjoy  the  true  facts  you 
tell  about  the  stars  and  the  beautiful  pic- 
tures your  men  take.  Your  photographs  of 


CASH  CORNER 

Screenland's  policy  of  publishing 
letters  both  panning  and  petting  the 
stars  has  unloosed  a  lot  of  pent-up  feel- 
ings. Which,  of  course,  was  the  idea  we 
had  in  mind  when  we  allotted  this  little 
corner  to  you  readers.  And,  we  might 
add,  Fans'  Forum  is  fun  according  to 
consensus  of  opinion.  Also,  you  have 
been  most  generous  in  your  salutes  of 
approval  of  this,  your  department.  We 
take  advantage  of  this  limited  space  to 
acknowledge  our  appreciation.  But, 
getting  back  to  more  material  matters 
— there's  the  appealing  cash  rewards ! 
Keep  these  in  mind,  and  submit  your 
entries  immediatelv.  Prizes  of  $10.00, 
$5.00  and  five  of  $1.00  each.  Closing 
date  is  the  25th  of  the  month. 

Please  address  your  letters  to 
Screenland's  Fans'  Forum,  45  West 
45th  Street,  New  York,  New  York. 


young  high-school  actresses  (Jane  Withers, 
for  example)  and  what  they  wear  helps  me 
in  choosing  my  clothes.  I  love  to  see  the 
pictures  of  new  discoveries,  for  some  day 
I  want  to  be  either  a  singing  actress  or  a 
reporter  on  a  movie  book.  I  wish  you  could 
print  your  book  twice  a  month  instead  of 
once. 

SHEILA  LEBO,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 


Why,  oh  why,  does  a  half-baked  actor 
like  Jimmy  Stewart  get  an  Academy 
Award  ? 

Deliver  me  from  that  overworked,  stutter- 
ing little-boy  stuff  of  Stewart's. 

M.  CLYMONTS,  Webster  Groves,  Mo. 


I  was  thrilled  beyond  words  the  other 
evening  when,  as  I  leisurely  looked  over  the 
evening  paper,  I  saw  a  little  notice  about  a 
big-hearted  man,  the  darling  of  thousands 
of  women,  and  the  envy  of  all  red-blooded 
men.  This  concerned  the  induction  of  the 
winner  of  the  1940  Motion  Picture 
Academy  Award — James  Stewart — into  the 
Army  as  a  buck  private.  He  had  just  given 
up  $13,000  a  month  for  the  Army's  $21.00 
a  month. 

He  said,  "I'm  sure  tickled  I  got  in."  I 
sincerely  believe  he  meant  every  word  of  it. 

"Jimmy"  will  be  just  as  popular  in  the 
Army  as  he  was  in  the  hearts  of  every 
theater-goer.  The  sacrifice  that  Stewart 
made  will  serve  as  inspiration  to  millions  of 
patriotic  Americans ;  so  I  say,  "Three 
cheers  for  Stewart — a  man's  man!" 
RALPH  L.  THOMPSON,  Plantsville,  Conn. 


HONORABLE  MENTION 

If  Joe  Louis  is  getting  tired  of  the  push- 
overs he's  been  fighting,  why  doesn't  his 
manager  arrange  a  bout  with  terrible  Eddie 
Robinson  ?  After  watching  him  punch  his 
way  through  "The  Sea  Wolf,"  I  wondered 
that  even  tough  John  Garfield  could  stand 
up  under  his  fury. 

Screen  fights  have  always  puzzled  me. 
My  common  sense  tells  me  that  they're 
faked,  yet  they  look  so  darn  real.  How  do 
they  manage  to  put  them  over  so  that  they 
look  like  real  scraps,  yet  at  the  same  time 
keep  their  valuable  actors  from  getting 
hurt? 

MAXINE  BAXTER,  Norwood,  Ohio 


I  think  it  was  swell  of  you  to  put  Miss 
Kathryn  Grayson  on  your  Screenland 
Honor  Page.  I,  personally,  think  she  is 
destined  to  become  one  of  M-G-M's  best 
stars  and  singers.  I  could  sit  back  and  listen 
to  her  singing  for  hours. 

Why  don't  we  see  more  pictures  of  this 
new  star,  or  does  she  live  a  too  secluded 
life?  A  little  more  publicity  and  a  few  more 


3 


good  pictures  and  there  is  a  great  star. 

Here's  hoping  that  we  see  a  lot  more  of 
her  soon. 

S.  STONE,  Toronto,  Ontario,  Canada 


Of  course  Margaret  Sullavan  was  the 
brightest  light  of  "So  Ends  Our  Night,"  as 
is  the  case  with  any  picture  boasting  her 
name.  However,  one  can"t  help  marveling 
at  young  Glenn  Ford  and  wondering  why 
his  name  was  omitted  from  the  stellar  cast. 

Undeniably,  he  has  a  mature  conception 
and  capabilities  far  beyond  his  years,  and 
yet  he  remains  the  essence  of  that  thing 
called  "youth."  His  scenes  with  Sullavan 
were  remarkable,  because  he  actually  held 
his  own  with  that  experienced  actress.  Also 
to  his  credit  is  the  fact  that  he  neither  tried 
to  imitate  any  proved  method  or  person; 
nor  did  he  try  to  create  someone  he  wasn't. 
He  was  simply  himself — Glenn  Ford. 

He  has  all  the  things  which  make  good 
Box  Office  Attraction!  Incidentally,  how- 
ever, he  is  a  member  of  what  I  call  the 
"new  order;"  one  of -the  younger  group  of 
actors  which  is  surely  coming  on  the  hori- 
zon. Others  have  already  appeared,  but  none 
so  promising.  Ford  represents  the  kids  who 
have  almost  starved  to  act.  Thousands  of 
us  all  over  the  country  are  in  the  position 
he  held  just  such  a  short  time  ago.  We  hope 
his  example  is  a  criterion  of  the  trends. 

JANICE  DAVIS,  Terre  Haute,  Ind. 


I  certainly  wish  Paramount  would  wake 
up  and  listen  to  Bob  Hope  when  he  talks 
about  playing  opposite  Madeleine  Carroll. 
You'd  think  Dorothy  Lamour  and  Fred 
MacMurray  were  the  only  actresses  and 
actor  in  town  when  it  comes  to  choosing 
a  Hope  or  Carroll  co-star. 

I'm  on  Bob's  side.  I  think  a  picture  star- 
ring him  with  Madeleine  would  be  a  hit. 
I  guess  Paramount  never  realized  it,  but 


their  dignified  and  very  charming  Miss 
Carroll  is  a  swell  comedienne.  Come  on, 
now,  how  about  it? 

BARBARA  DICKIE,  Oakland,  Calif. 

 ■«<*>  

"Rage  in  Heaven"  is  the  name  of  the 
picture  I  have  just  seen,  and  it  brought  my 
favorite  star  a  step  further  up  on  the  lad- 
der of  fame.  I  am  speaking  of  George 
Sanders  who,  with  his  clear,  distinct  voice 
and  smooth,  good  looks  has  again  scored  a 
hit.  .  .  .  He  was  given  the  best  role  he  has 
had  so  far,  and  he  also  got  the  girl,  which 
should  do  a  lot  toward  making  him  still 
more  popular. 

He  is  tall,  dark  and  certainly  handsome, 
although  he  may  not  be  a  Power  or  Taylor, 
but  with  his  voice  and  charming,  cultured 
ways  he  can  certainly  send  anyone  out  of 
the  theater  with  not  only  a  lesson  in  English 
acquired,  but  with  a  thorough  feeling  that 
they  have  been  entertained. 

ESTHER  GOLDBLATT,  Evansville,  Ind. 
 -«e5t»  

This  is  a  "Thank  You"  note  to  all  stars 
and  movies  for  doing  such  a  grand  job  in 
our  National  Defense  Program  by  provid- 
ing fun  and  entertainment  for  thousands  of 
our  new  soldiers.  Many  of  the  large  camps 
are  not  as  yet  equipped  for  organized  play, 
and  many  are  far  from  towns.  Believe  me, 
the  camp  movies  and  visits  from  stars  do 
a  grand  job  in  helping  to  banish  boredom 
and  homesickness.  As  many  of  the  boys 
told  me  during  recent  visits  to  camps : 
"These  daily  movies  are  a  Godsend,"  and, 
"Home  doesn't  seem  so  far  away  when  we 
can  meet  old  friends  and  see  familiar  faces 
on  the  screen." 

So  I  say,  "Thanks  a  million  to  the  movie 
industry  for  the  splendid  part  the}'  are  play- 
ing in  our  National  Defense  Program." 

FRANCES  MARTIN,  Berkeley,  Calif. 


When  I  heard  that  Henry  Fonda  was  to 
play  a  sophisticated  and  glamorous  young 
millionaire  in  "The  Lady  Fve"  I  roared 
with  laughter.  Why,  he  never  played  any- 
thing but  a  backwoodsman  or  farmer  be- 
fore, and  my  friends  and  I  couldn't  pic- 
ture him  in  a  dress  suit,  or  evening  clothes. 
We  went  to  see  the  picture  just  out  of 
curiosity;  I  just  had  to  see  "Hank"  in  a 
part  like  that  because  he's  been  my  favorite 
for  a  couple  of  years.  But  the  laugh  was 
on.  me !  It  was  wonderful !  I  honestly  be- 
lieve no  one  could  have  taken  the  part  and 
done  such  a  grand  job  as  Henry  Fonda  did. 

Barbara  Stanwyck  was  perfect  as  Eve 
and  they  had  a  wonderful  supporting  cast. 
It  was  a  "new"  kind  of  romance  and  we, 
the  public,  like  "new"  plots  in  movies.  Give 
us  more  pictures  with  Henry  Fonda  in 
evening  clothes  with  glamorously-dressed 
young  beauties  all  about  him !  Such  fine 
acting  ability  and  talent  for  comedy 
shouldn't  be  hidden  under  overalls. 
DOROTHEA  R.  DUNHAM,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
 ^S*-  

When  I  saw  "Four  Daughters"  the  other 
day,  I  said  to  myself,  Let's  have  lots  more 
of  Rosemary  Lane  and  lots  less  of  Priscilla. 

Priscilla  Lane's  acting  was  vile  enough, 
without  Warners  topping  it  off  with  that 
"stinking"  hair-do.  I  think  that  Priscilla  is 
getting  much,  much  too  sure  of  herself; 
therefore,  she  completely  ruined  the  charac- 
ter of  lovable  Anne  Lemp  that  she  por- 
trayed in  "Four  Daughters." 

But  Rosemary,  on  the  other  hand,  was 
marvelous.  I've  always  felt  that  if  Rose- 
mary was  given  a  part  in  a  first-rate  picture 
instead  of  these  semi-first-rate  shows,  she'd 
be  given  an  Oscar  in  two  seconds. 

So  for  the  future,  let's  have  more  of 
Rosemary  Lane,  and  very  small  doses  of 
Priscilla  at  large  intervals. 

ELIZABETH  RUDER,  Oxford,  Ohio 


COOL-WATER  SOAP  ENDS  HOT-WATER  FADING! 
TRY  AMAZING  NEW  IVORY  SNOW! 


Ivory  Snow  bursts  into  suds  in  3  seconds 
in  cool  water!  Safer  for  bright  colors! 

COLORS  HAVE  A  BRIGHT  FUTURE,  with  the 
new  Ivory  Snow  to  give  them  SAFE  washing  care! 
Ivory  Snow's  a  brand-new  soap  that  bursts  into 
suds  in  3  seconds  in  cool  water!  And  cool  water  is 
safe  for  the  bright  colors  of  all  your  washables! 

Imagine!  Ivory  Snow  doesn't  need  hot  water!  So 
you  don't  risk  the  heartbreak  of  watching  pretty 
colors  fade  out  and  get  dull  from  hot  water.  Be- 
sides, Ivory  Snow  is  pure!  So  colors  get  double 
protection — pure  suds  and  cool 
suds!  Ask  for  Ivory  Snow  today 
— in  the  large  economy  size  or 
the  handy  medium  size. 


2-MINUTE  CARE  FOR 
STOCKING  WEAR! 

Plenty  of  cool,  pure 
suds  pile  up  in  3  sec- 
onds! (No  waiting  for 
hot  water.)  Nightly  care 
with  Ivory  Snow  helps 
stockings  wear! 


WHAT  A  PICNIC  FOR 
PRINT  DRESSES! 

Yes. ..Ivory  Snow  means 
happy  days  for  pretty 
washables!  Wash  'em 
time  after  time  in  those 
cool  suds  and  see  how 
colors  stay  bright! 


SCREENLAND 


9 


LOOK  BACK  TO  THE  DAYS 
before  Tampax 


NO  BELTS 
NO  PINS 
NO  PADS 
NO  ODOR 


TOOK  back  at  women's  fashions  through 
I  j  the  years.  Gowns,  skirts,  hats,  shoes, 
hair-do's,  cosmetics — all  these  have  changed 
and  developed  to  suit  modern  conditions  and 
ideas.  Yet  one  important  item  remained  long 
unchanged — monthly  sanitary  protection. 

But  now  Tampax  really  offers  modern  pro- 
tection because  it  is  worn  internally  and  ab- 
sorbs internally.  It  does  away  with  all  bulges, 
lines  and  wrinkles  of  old  methods.  There  is 
no  chafing;  you  actually  cannot  feel  Tampax. 
No  odor  produced;  no  deodorants  needed. 
No  disposal  problems. 

Perfected  by  a  physician,  Tampax  is  ingen- 
iously made.  Pure  long-fibered  surgical  cotton, 
very  absorbent  but  greatly  compressed.  Your 
hands  never  touch  Tampax;  it  comes  sealed  in 
one-time-use  applicator  for  easy,  dainty  inser- 
tion. Three  sizes:  Regular,  Super,  Junior.  New 
low  prices  for  all  three.  At  drug  stores  and  notion 
counters.  Introductory  box,  20?!.  Economy 
package  of  40  gives  you 
a  real  bargain. 

Accepted  for  Advertising  by 
the  Journal  of  the  American 
Medical  Association. 


TAMPAX  INCORPORATED  SU-71-C 
New  Brunswick,  N.  J. 

Please  send  me  in  plain  wrapper  the  new  trial  package 
of  Tampax.  I  enclose  lOff  (stamps  or  silver)  to  cover  cost 
of  mailing.  Size  is  checked  below. 

(  )  REGULAR  (  )  SUPER  (  )  JUNIOR 
Name  


Address- 
City  


-State- 


SCREENLAND'S 

Crossword  Puzzle 

By  Alma  Talley 


ACROSS 
Dr.  Kildare 

Star  of  "The  Great  American 
Broadcast" 

Co-star  of  "Pot  O'Gold" 
"The  Lady  -  -  -,"  with  Stan- 
wyck and  Fonda 
Moving  part  of  machinery 
To  love  intensely 
He  plays  the  Adam  who  "Had 
Four  Sons" 
Falsifier 

To  be  indebted  to 
Mental  image 
Loose  garments 
Dry 

Compass  point  (abbrev.) 
Co-star,  "Penny  Serenade" 
To  snoop 

Northeastern  state  (abbrev.) 

Southern  state  (abbrev.) 

Deletion 

To  point 

Spars 

Herb  used  for  medicinal  tea 
Co-star,    "The  Road   to  Zan- 
zibar" 
Gave  forth 

Famous  movie  and  skating  star 

"  My  Love,"  with  Claud- 

ette  Colbert 

Lipstick  color 

Knotty  (as  a  tree) 

"The  Great  -  -  -,"  with  Bette 

Davis 

Exist 

A  hint 

Hollow  vessels  for  food  or  flowers 
Thoroughfare  (abbrev.) 
Celtic 

Girl's  name 

Co-star  of  ' '  The  Great  Ziegfeld" 
Prefix  meaning  three 
He   plays   Charles   Kimble  in 
"The  Road  to  Zanzibar" 
Prolonged  attacks  on  a  fortress 
Colored  girl  in  "Uncle  Tom's 


Cabin" 

74.  Star  of  "Cheers  For  Miss 
Bishop' ' 

76.  To  dine 

77.  Famous  cow  (movies  and  New 
York  World's  Fair)^  now  de- 
ceased 

78.  Rabbits 

79.  "-  -  -  Murder,"  with  Walter 
Pidgeon 

DOWN 

1.  Judge  Hardy 

2.  Elude 

3.  Have  been 

4.  Live 

5.  Featured  in  "Mr.  District 
Attorney" 

6.  "-- Happened  One  Night,"  fa- 
mous Gable-Colbert  film 

7.  Her  new  one  is 
"Skylark" 

8.  One  of  the  Great  Lakes 
To  shake 

Public  notice  (abbrev.) 
Anchor 

He's  featured  in  "The 
Bride  Came  C.O.D." 
Shabby 

Horny  growth  at  finger 
tips 

Poisonous  serpents 
Individuals 
Last  name  of  1  across 
Sister  Bessie  in 
"Tobacco  Road" 
Co-star,  "No  Time  For 
Comedy" 

"Murder  Friends," 

with  Marjorie  Weaver 
Since 

To  harden 
German  exclamation 
Anger 
Forever 
Born 

To  sum  up 


44.  As 

45.  Exists 

47.  Famous  Mammy  Singer 

48.  This  film  received  the  1940 
Oscar" 

49.  Religious  image 
52.  Back 

54.  Island 

55.  Star  of  "The  Letter" 

56.  Star  of  "Footsteps  in  the  Dark' 

59.  Squander 

60.  To  move  furtively 

61.  Savory,  delicious 
63.  Drinks  in  small  mouthfuls 
65.  China  container  for  food 
67.  Eras 

69.  Facial  feature 

71.  Possessive  pronoun 

73.  Note  of  the  scale 

75.  Either 

Answer  to 
Last  Month's  Puzzle 


10 


SCREENLAND 


MILLION 


)  OLLAR 
3ABY 

vill  be  shown 
mmediately! 


ollywood  fell  head-over 
eels  for  this  wonderful 
ory  of  a  girl  who  falls 
ito  a  million  dollars! 

ou  should  read  those  preview  raves!) 

's  so  good,  and  so  gay, 
nd  so  lovable  that 
heatres  wouldn't  wait  a 
ingle  moment  to  play 
t  for  you!  Watch  for  it 
ind  don't  dare  miss  it! 


Direct  « 


bD 


V.cO 


If  his  voice  inflection  was  down- 
ward, then  look  to  your  legs,  lady! 

True,  there  may  only  be  a  hair 
separating  his  compliment  or  dis- 
approval; but,  if  it's  there  you  had 
better  get  NEET,  today! 

This  cosmetic  cream  hair  remover 
will  in  a  few  minutes  literally  wash 
away  unsightly  hair  from  legs,  arm 
pits,  and  forearms.  Leaves  the  skin 
smooth,  white,  and  pleasantly  scent- 
ed. No  sharp  edges  or  razor  stubble 
when  NEET  is  used.  Nor  will  NEET 
encourage  hair  growth.  Buy  a  tube 
of  NEET  at  your  favorite  department, 
drug,  or  ten  cent  store. 


Hollywood's 
happiest  bride, 
beautiful 
blonde  Brenda 
Joyce,  enter- 
tains in  her 
new  home 


ON  ONE  of  Westwood's  rolling  hills, 
a  yellow-trimmed  apartment  build- 
ing is  set  high  above  a  curving 
drive.  Once  you've  mounted  the  rock  stair- 
way, with  its  sloping  beds  of  giant  double 
petunias,  you  come  upon  a  wide  green  lawn, 
more  flowers  and  a  sunny  deck  filled  with 
inviting  patio  furniture  where  apartment 
dwellers  can  lounge  and  sun  themselves  safe 
from  observation  of  passers-by. 

The  young  Owen 
Wards — Mrs.  Ward 
is  better  known  as 
Brenda  Joyce — have 
a  honeymoon  apart- 
ment here,  where 
everything  is  brand 
new,  the  walls  are 
white  and  shining, 
and  the  view  is  some- 
thing to  shout  about. 
It's  a  real  bride's 
home,  lovely  and 
light,  filled  with  wed- 
ding presents,  crowd- 
ed  with  flowers. 
"That's  from  so-and- 
so!"  "Owen's  sister 
gave  us  this !"  "My 
sorority  sisters  sent 
that!"  is  Brenda's 
lilting   refrain,  no 


matter  where  she  turns. 

The  living  room  is  in  beige  and  blue,  a 
perfect  background  today  for  its  owner,  slim 
and  graceful  in  pale  blue  and  white  silk 
jersey  hostess  pajamas,  her  fair  hair  in 
becoming  curls  above  her  sun  tan. 
'  "The  Capehart  is  our  most  important  pos- 
session in  this  room.  I  couldn't  tell  you  how 
many  grand  records  we  have!  We're  both 
mad  about  music,  you  know.  Some  da}-  we 
may  have  a  music 
room.  We're  building 
in  the  valley  soon,  and 
every  day  we  think  of 
another  room  we  want 
'some  day' !  But  I  shall 
hate  to  leave  this." 

The  dinette  —  it's 
hardly  more  than  that, 
for  the  apartment  like 
most  modern  ones  is 
compact  and  there's  no 
waste  space  —  is  fur- 
nished in  chartreuse 
and  crystal.  Yes,  actu- 
ally, for  the  table  is 
glass  and  so  is  the 
serving  table,  and  the 
chairs  have  seats  of 
chartreuse. 

"When  there  are 
(Please  turn  to  p.  17) 


12 


SCREENLAND 


EYES  ON  THIS 
SURPRISE" 
FAMOUS 

HIT 


941's  Greatest  Dancing  Show, 
umptuously  Screened  From 
lie  Celebrated  Stage  Success 
TiatMade  Jerome  Kern's  "Who" 
mmortal . .  .With  the  Delightful 
itar  of  "Irene"  and  a  Host  of 
Eye  -Widening  Novelties  Never 
iJefore  Seen  On  Any  Screen! 

ANNA 

NEAGLE 


in 


:  with  Sunny  .."Upstage"  with  her  society  sweetie's  family 


Spectacular  dance  numbers  glorify  "Who"  and  other  Jerome  Kern  songs 


Music  by  JEROME  KERN 

With  RAY  BOLGER 
JOHN  CARROLL 

EDW.  EVERETT  HORTON 
FRIEDA  INESCORT 
HELEN  WESTLEY 
And  THE  HARTMANS 

Produced  &  Directed  by 

HERBERT  WILCOX 

RKO  RADIO  PICTURE  •  Screen  Play  by  Sig  Herzic 
From  the  Musical  Comedy  "Sunny**  •  Book  and  Lyrics  by 
Otto  HarbacH  and  Oscar  Bammerstein  II 


St 

ITI RTCH ED  IME-UP 


Be  utterly  Irresistible  in  pink  rose,  Irresistible's  flirtatious 
new  lipstick.  It's  a  deep  pink,  keyed  to  the  new  summer 
fashions  .  .  .  dramatic  for  daytime  .  .  .  seductive  for  eve- 
nings. And  so  s-m-o-o-t-h,  creamy  and  long-lasting  ...  as 
only  our  secret  whip-text  process  can  make  it.  pink  rose 
Rouge  adds  that  delicate  natural  glow  while  matching 
Irresistible  air-whipt  Face  Powder  and  Foundation  brings 
out  that  fresh,  velvety  look  that  men  find  so  Irresistible. 
Only  10«  each  at  5  &  10*  stores. 


IT'S 

LASTS  LONGER... 
SMOOTHER 


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USE  IRRESISTIBLE  PERFUME 


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One  Night  in  Lisbon—  Paramount 

Fred  MacMurray,  if  he  will  pardon  the 
word,  positively  effervesces  in  this,  his 
best  role  to  date.  He  captures  Madeleine 
Carroll's  heart  at  first  sight.  Fred  is  a 
reckless  American  who  ferries  bombers 
to  England.  Madeleine,  strong  on  con- 
ventions, is  bowled  over  by  his  verve. 
While  the  dialogue  is  breezy,  there  is  a 
decided  let-down  when  the  presence  ot 
Patricia  Morison  is  brought  in.  The  tinge 
of    propaganda   won't    spoil   your  fun. 


That  Uncertain  Feeling— United  Artists 

Can  the  eternal  triangle  have  any  new 
angles?  The  answer  is  Yes.  Definitely! 
Jill  Baker  (Merle  Oberon)  is  discontented 
over  her  marriage  lot ;  her  husband  (Mel- 
vyn  Douglas)  takes  her  for  granted.  This 
causes  Jill  mental  anguish  which  results 
in  an  embarrassing  affliction — hiccups. 
She  consults  a  psychoanalyst.  And  so 
Burgess  Meredith  comes  into  her  life. 
In  steps  the  triangle.  The  three  stars  dis- 
play a  luscious  sense  of  comedy.  See  it! 


The  Singing  Hill — Republic 

Tragedy  is  about  to  befall  the  ranchers 
who  use  the  Circle  R's  free  grazing  land, 
because  the  owner,  beautiful,  pepper- 
tempered  Jo  Adams  (Virginia  Dale)  ne- 
gotiates the  sale  of  her  property.  Gene 
Autry,  foreman  of  the  Circle  R,  tries  to 
reason  with  Jo,  but  she  remains  unmoved. 
Eventually  she  comes  to  her  senses.  Miss 
Dale  is  attractive  foil  for  Autry.  Person- 
ality-kid Mary  Lee  and  Gene  sing  a  few 
pleasant  ditties.  Good  warm  weather  fare. 


Reaching  for  the  Sun — Paramount 

From  the  realistic  novel,  "F.O.B.  De- 
troit," emerges  the  sprightly  and  sentimen- 
tal screenplay  of  the  romance  between  a 
backwoods  boy.  and  a  town  girl — satisfac- 
tory entertainment  if  you  never  read  the 
novel,  disappointingly  shallow  if  you  did ! 
Joel  McCrea  is  fine  as  the  boy  who  rebels 
at  the  routine  in  a  factory  and  wants 
to  return  to  the  wide  open  spaces — and 
eventually  wins.  Ellen  Drew  is  charming 
as  his   wife.   Eddie   Bracken's  comical. 


Rookies  on  Parade — Republic 

Yep,  folks,  it's  about  the  draft — 69  min- 
utes of  it — which  is  a  bit  of  all  right. 
Trouble  comes  double  to  songwriter  Bob 
Crosby  when,  first,  pretty  Ruth  Terry 
jilts  him  at  the  altar;  and,  second,  when 
his  musical  is  about  to  be  produced  he 
and  his  side-kick,  Eddie  Foy,  Jr.,  are 
made  reluctant  rookies.  Ruth,  who  can 
really  put  over  a  song,  and  Marie  Wilson 
patriotically  become  camp  hostesses.  What 
follows  is  tuneful,  danceful  and  skitful. 


SCREENLAND 


RANDOM 
RAMBLINGS 

on  a 

BIG  PICTURE 


Lady  from  Louisiana— Republic 
John  Reynolds  (John  Wayne)  is 
engaged  bv  Helen  Westley  to  delve 
into  the  lottery  racket  headed  by 
General  Mirbeau  (Henry  Stephen- 
son). John,  in  love  with  the  Gen- 
crars  daughter  Julie  (Ona  Mun- 
son),  is  almost  persuaded  by  her 
that  the  lottery  is  on  the  level.  But 
not  for  long.  Blackie  (Ray  Middle- 
ton)  encourages  Julie  to  fight 
John's  efforts.  Miss  Munson  uses 
her  charms  effectively,  giving  the 
film  a  nice  lift.  Strong  on  suspense. 


Flame  of  New  Orleans — Universal 
The  much-touted  talent  of  Direc- 
tor Rene  Clair  fizzes  disappointing- 
ly in  "Flame  of  New  Orleans." 
Marlene  Dietrich  seems  miserably 
miscast  too.  She's  hardly  convinc- 
ing when  she  pulls  that  sweet  in- 
nocence stuff;  and  that  she  does  too 
frequently.  The  story  is  as  old  as 
time  itself:  the  adventures  of  an 
adventuress.  There's  not  enough 
spice.  Roland  Young  and  Bruce 
Cabot  are  the  men  in  her  life. 
Honors    go    to    Theresa  Harris. 


Mr.  District  Attorney— Republic 

District  Attorney  Winton  (Stan- 
ley  Ridges)    is   none  too  happy 
when  forced  to  add  P.  C.  Jones 
(Dennis    O'Keefe)    to   his  staff. 
Jones  pulls  a  boner  ten  minutes 
after  he  is  sworn  in.  Terry  (Flor- 
ence Rice),  pretty  reporter,  sym- 
pathizes, becomes  his  ally.  They 
solve  the  riddle  of  a  venal  poli- 
tician's disappearance.   Fame  and 
love  follow.  Routine  crime-busting 
stuff,  but  manages  to  hold  interest. 
O'Keefe  and  Miss  Rice  nicely  cast. 


In  Old  Cheyenne — Republic 

Cheyenne,  in  its  infancy,  was 
wide  open ;  rootin',  tootin',  hard- 
drinkin',  sharp-shootin'  critters 
roamed  the  rugged  countryside. 
Roy  Rogers,  crusading  reporter,  is, 
as  usual,  an  ingratiating  personal- 
ity. He's  even  prepossessing  while 
serenading  his  fair  Irish-Spanish 
senorita,  flashing-eyed  Joan  Wood- 
bury. Between  ditties  there's  the 
business  of  cleaning  up  the  lawless 
element.  Roy  does  this  with  dash- 
ing ease.  "Gabby"  Hayes  helps  him. 


Pals  of  the  Pecos — Republic 
"The  Three  Mesquiteers"  appear 
in  a  thing  called  "Pals  of  the 
Pecos."  The  story  is  trite  but, 
thanks  to  Robert  Livingston,  Bob 
Steele  and  Rufe  Davis,  attention  is 
directed  away  from  the  script. 
Larry  (Dennis  Moore)  tips  off  an 
unscrupulous  bunch  when  his  dad's 
payroll  is  to  be  delivered.  He  is 
murdered.  Larry's  sister  accuses 
the  trio.  The  boys  prove  their 
innocence  and  ride  away  to  new 
and,   we   hope,   better  adventure. 


Footlight  Fever— RKO 

Alan  Mowbray  proves  once  an 
actor  always  a  ham.  Maybe  it's 
vice  versa.  Anyway,  the  show's  the 
thing  in  this  farce.  Mowbray  and 
Donald  MacBride  have  a  play  on 
their  hands  and  handsome  Lee  Bon- 
nell  for  the  leading  role.  But  alas 
and  alack — we  do  mean  lack — they 
have  no  money.  Lee  refuses  to 
marry  Elyse  Knox  until  he  is  able 
to  support  her.  Elisabeth  Risdon 
comes  to  the  rescue  via  a  slapstick 
routine.  Silly,  yes,  but  rib-tickling. 


THERE'S  a  great 
ENTERTAINMENT  day  coming 

FOR  YOU  and  you  and  you! 
AMERICA'S  favorite 
SINGING  cowboy  is  on  his  way! 


GENE  AUTRY 

IS  riding  the 

RANGE  again 

IN  HIS  most 

THRILL-PACKED 

DRAMA  to  date— 
'THE  SINGING 

HILLi'  More 

ACTION,  more 

SINGING,  more 

LAUGHTER,  than 

YOU'VE  ever 

ENJOYED  before! 

GENE'S  new 

TUNES  are  the 

CATCHIEST  ever... 

YOU'LL  be  singing  them 

YOURSELF  for  weeks  after!  And 

SMILEY  BURNETTE  rises  to  new 

HEIGHTS  in  laughter-laden 

COMEDY  scenes!  Beautiful 

VIRGINIA  DALE  adds  romantic 

SPICE  to  the  adventure!  Lovely 

MARY  LEE,  our  own  singing 

SWEETHEART  is  back  with 

GENE  and  SMILEY.. .It's  all 

NEW...It's  all  thrill-packed,  and  it's 

WONDERFUL  fun... 

SO  watch  for 

GENE  AUTRY'S 

BIGGEST,  latest,, 

AND  best... 

IT'S  called 
"THE  SINGING 

HILLi'  And 

OF  COURSE,  it's 


A  REPUBLIC  PICTURE 


SCREENLAND 


15 


land  Honor  Pag 


SALUTE  TO  GENIUS! 


Cinema's  First  Shakespeare  is  Orson 
Welles,  25-year-old  creator  of  "Citi- 
zen Kane,"  greatest  motion  picture 
since  D.  W.  Griffith's  "The  Birth  of  a 
Nation."  Producer,  writer,  director 
and  star  of  his  first  film,  Welles  is  the 
white  hope  of  Hollywood.  Don't  miss 
his  dynamic  debut;  watch  for  future 
movie  masterpieces  from  this  most 
imaginative  showman  of  our  time 


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i. 


Brenda,  now  Mrs.  Owen  Ward, 
in  her  honeymoon  apartment — 
a  real  bride's  home,  lovely  and 
light.  Our  exclusive  new  pic- 
tures show  Brenda's  cherished 
Wedgwood  china  and  wed- 
ding-present silver — and,  be- 
low, the  "sniffer"  for  flowers. 


e  than  four  guests,  I  can  add  the  serv- 
table  to  the  dining  table  and  seat  six, 
fortably,"  explained  Brenda,  "but  I'm 
new  a  hostess  to  attempt  half  a  dozen 
My  limit  is  four.  We've  had  Owen's 
ijnily  and  my  mother  and  occasionally  one 
jjple. 

"The  glass  table  makes  it  possible  to 
ice  the  flowers  for  decoration  underneath, 
I;  they  take  up  no  room.  I  use  cellophane 
its — I  have  them  in  both  chartreuse  and 
le,  presents  from  my  chum,  most  effec- 
e.  My  mother  gave  us  our  set  of  crystal, 
lich  we  use  for  fruit  cocktail  or  for  des- 
l!rt,  and  Owen's  mother  gave  us  our  ador- 
ile  Wedgwood  set,  of  Alice  blue  with  hand- 
rved  wreaths  of  white  flowers  on  the 
'"]  ns  of  the  plates  and  saucers  and  around 
e  cups.  My  silver  chest  was  another  gift, 
'.Ad  these  hurricane  lamps  with  candles  in- 
!  le  are  from  someone  else.  Louella  Parsons 
ive  me  my  silver  vegetable  dishes.  I  adore 
■JAtertaining,  if  only  because  I  can  use  my 
vely  things." 

The  master  bedroom  has  twin  beds  with 
'mnecting  headboard.  Here  Brenda's  fa- 
>red  chartreuse  is  used  in  drapes  and  bed- 
>read,  but  the  headboard  is  plaided  in  red, 
ue  and  chartreuse,  which  sounds,  as 
renda  says,  simply  terrible,  but  oddly 
"lough  isn't. 

"This  furniture  is  to  go  into  our  guest 
oom  once  the  ranch  house  is  built,"  con- 
!ded  my  hostess.  "Owen  has  some  very 
iood,  heavy,  masculine  furniture  of  solid 

alnut  for  his  room,  so  I  plan  to  have  mine 
ery,  very  feminine,  with  flowing  filmy 
■cirts  on  bed  and  dressing  table  and  those 
lmy  curtains  that  look  as  if  one  touch 

ould  wreck  them.  But  one  touch  WON'T, 
on't  fret !  Then  I'll  have  a  chaise  longue 
nd  a  delicate  French  desk,  I  think. 

"We  shall  start  with  only  three  bedrooms 
nd  perhaps  a  den  with  a  bar  that  can  be 
wung  open  when  needed.  You  see,  Owen 
nd  I  love  informal  entertaining.  We  go 
<nth  a  crowd  of  university  young  people 
vho  like  to  hike  around  the  hills  and  shoot 
t  targets.  Sometimes  we  stay  out  most  of 
he  day  and  come  back  here  around  four 
>'clock  for  informal  supper.  Owen  loves  to 
:ook  and  is  rather  famous  for  his  ham- 
mrgers,  his  onion  soup  and  his  spareribs. 
He  puts  melted  cheese,  mayonnaise,  toma- 
oes  and  lettuce  in  his  hamburgers,  not  to 
nention  onions,  and  he  can  dish  up  a  sauer- 


kraut that  makes  your  mouth  water !" 

When  the  Wards  entertain  the  families  or 
give  a  dinner,  there's  a  cook  to  prepare 
meals  and  a  maid  to  serve  them,  but  for  the 
informal  affairs  guests  and  hosts  combine 
talents. 

"We  usually  have  turkey  for  the  special 
dinners,  because  it's  a  festive  dish  and  you 
can  serve  it  here  all  year.  Our  cook  has  a 
wonderful  dressing — she  calls  it  walnut 
dressing — you'll  be  sure  to  like.  Then  we 
have  marshmallow  fluff,  which  is  yams-and- 
marshmallows,  but  she  puts  other  things 
into  it.  She'll  give  you  the  recipes." 

WALNUT  DRESSING  FOR  TURKEY 
Bake  with  skins  on  3  medium  onions  for 
ten  minutes.  Remove  the  skins,  chop  very 
fine,  add  1  cup  finely  chopped  tart  apple,  2 
tablespoons  melted  butter,  5  cups  fresh 
bread  crumbs,  1  teaspoon  thyme,  1  teaspoon 
marjoram,  2    {Please  turn  to  page  98) 


DO  YOU  STILL 
"SOAP" YOUR  HAIR? 

Try  one  shampoo  with  Halo  and 
see  the  amazing  difference  when 
there's  no  dulling  soap  film 

DO  YOU  wonder  why  so  many 
women  seem  pleased  with  their  hair 
these  days?  It's  because  they've  dis- 
covered the  cause  of  dull  "mousey" 
hair  is  often  the  dulling  soap  film  left  on 
hair  by  old-style  shampoos. 

So  be  modern  and  switch  to  Halo 
Shampoo  as  the  way  to  beautiful  hair. 
Because  Halo  contains  no  soap  it 
leaves  no  dulling  film  to  hide  the  natu- 
ral color  and  luster.  You  don't  even 
need  a  lemon  or  vinegar  rinse. 

See  how  Halo  leaves  your  hair  radi- 
ant, soft  and  easy  to  curl.  And  Halo 
makes  oceans  of  lather  in  hardest  water. 

Buy  Halo  Shampoo  in 
generous  10c  or  larger  sizes. 
Approved  by  Good  House- 
keeping Bureau.  A  product 
of  Colgate-Palmolive- 
Peet  Co.  ^^tt 

m 


SHAMPOO 


AT   Sc   &    10c  DRUG   and   DEP'T  STORES 


SCREENLAND 


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/(/i(/»'t  come  here  1o  ^ 


I DIDN'T  come  here  to  rock  at  $15  per 
day.  I  came  to  mix  and  mingle,  to 
laugh  and  live  in  the  summer  sun,  to 
wave  goodbye  to  work  and  worry.  So 
far,  no  score  for  Mabel.  And  so  I  rock. 

I  didn't  come  here  to  rock.  I  came  to 
swim  and  sun  with  new  adoring  Adonises 
.  .  .  but  they're  out  with  other  girls.  And 
so  I  rock. 

I  didn't  come  here  to  rock.  I  came  to 
dance  the  hours  away  in  the  moonlight 
with  a  man  .  .  .  the  MAN  I  might  be 
lucky  enough  to  meet  and  maybe  to 
marry.  Well,  I  met  him  .  .  .  and  he's  out 
tonight  with  Thelma.  And  so  I  rock. 

Am  I  slipping?  Am  I  breaking  up  at 
27?  Maybe  .  .  . 

Still,  my  hair  is  nice;  my  eyes  are 
good;  I  walk  without  crutches;  I  still 
have  all  my  teeth.  I've  got  a  figure  to 
match  Eleanor's,  a  bathing  suit  to  go 
with  it,  and  three  evening  gowns  that 


are  a  little  bit  of  Heaven  right  here  on 
Earth.  I've  got  a  "line"  that  men  like. 
I  even  have  my  own  car.  Yet  here  I  sit 
and  rock  while  romance  reigns  around 
me  and  the  moonlight  mocks  me.  It's 
never  happened  to  me  before  and  every 
time  the  rocker  creaks,  it  seems  to  ask: 
"How  come?  What's  wrong  .  .  .  How 
come?  What's  wrong  .  .  .  How  come? 
What's  wrong  ..." 

Take  This  Tip 

Perhaps,  Mabel,  yours  is  that  unfor- 
tunate trouble  that  puts  so  many  other- 
wise attractive  people  in  the  wall-flower 
class — halitosis  (bad  breath). 

The  insidious  thing  about  it  is  that 
you  yourself  may  not  know  when  you 
have  it,  and  so  can  offend  needlessly. 

Perhaps  all  you  need  to  get  back  into 
the  swim  is  a  little  Listerine  Antiseptic 
now  and  then,  especially  before  a  date. 
This  amazingly  effective  antiseptic  and 


deodorant  quickly  makes  the  breat 
sweeter  and  fresher.  Thousands  of  po] 
ular  people,  fastidious  people,  simpl; 
wouldn't  be  without  it.  It's  part  of  thei 
passport  to  popularity  .  .  .  and  it  shoul 
be  a  part  of  yours. 

Mouth  Fermentation 

Listerine  works  this  way  to  sweete 
breath:  It  overcomes  fermentation  c 
tiny  food  particles  in  the  mouth  .  .  .  sai' 
by  some  authorities  to  be  the  princips 
cause  of  odors;  then  overcomes  the  odor 
themselves.  Other  cases  of  bad  breath 
may  be  due  to  systemic  conditions;  t< 
get  at  the  causes,  see  your  doctor. 

Get  in  the  habit  of  using  Listeria 
Antiseptic  night  and  morning,  and  be 
tween  times  before  business  and  socia 
engagements.  Keep  a  bottle  handy  i 
home  and  office;  tuck  one  in  your  hand 
bag  when  you  travel — it  pays. 

Lambert  Phakmacai,  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Mc 


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Let  LISTERINE  Look  After  Your  Breath 

SCREENLAND 


AN  OPEN  LETTER  TO  BABY  SANDY 


DEAR  CUTIE-PANTS: 
Go  ahead  and  kick  up  your  heels — it  may  look 
undignified  for  a  movie  star  of  your — er — standing, 
but  what  do  you  care?  It's  the  silly  season. 

Of  course,  some  carping  critics  may  accuse  you  of 
being  a  G-Girl  rather  than  an  Actress,  and  it's  true 
that,  so  far,  you've  shown  few  signs  of  becoming  a 
miniature  Bette  Davis.  But  then,  Bette  herself  is  doing 
a  Baby  Sandy  in  "The  Bride  Came  C.O.D."  so  don't  let 
the  sourpusses  push  you  around.  Any  girl  with  your 
figure  should  worry  about  Art. 

In  fact,  a  girl  like  you  should  have  no  worries  at  all, 
now  that  Shirley  Temple  and  Jane  Withers  have  grown 
up.  You  get  loads  of  fan  mail  but  you  don't  have  to 
read  it  or  answer  it,  because  you  can't  read  or  write 
anyway.  If  by  chance  you  don't  feel  in  the  mood  to 
"give"  when  your  director  tells  you  to  do  a  scene,  you 
don't  have  to  retire  to  a  corner  of  the  set  with  your 
script  and  seep  yourself  in  the  character;  you  just  give 


a  sweet,  patient  smile  and  wait  for  the  lollypops  to  be 
handed  out.  You  always  get  'em,  too.  And,  to  be  sure 
you're  not  bored  during  your  working  hours,  you  have 
such  high-powered  comedians  as  Edward  Everett  Hor- 
ton  or  Ray  Walburn  to  put  on  acts  for  your  special 
benefit — they'd  better  be  funny,  too.  Pretty  soft,  Baby 
S.,  pretty  soft. 

But  enjoy  it  while  you  can — because  I  hear  you  have 
a  brand  new  baby  brother  who  is  already  signed  to  a 
movie  contract.  The  public  is  fickle,  no  matter  what 
they  say;  competition,  you  know — so  be  sure  you  keep 


that  girlish  figure. 


Affectionately, 


"Baby  talk?  Naw!  That's  for  the 
grown  folks!  See  what  we  mean? 
They  even  act  silly.  Len  Weiss- 
man's  camera  proves  that  point!" 


The  Gay  Nineties  makes  a  come-back  at  the  Sand  &  Pool 
Club.  Milton  Berle,  in  a  snazzy  something-or-other,  slips  a 
snack  to  Marie  Wilson,  above,  as  Judy  Garland  just  looks. 


Jackie  Cooper's  mama  told  him  not  to  go  too  near  the  water 
at  the  Costume  and  Swimming  Party,  but  his  next-to-best 
girl  Bonita  Granville,  above,  says,  "Come  on,  Sissy!  Dip!" 


Having  fun  is  serious  business  with  Masters  Dennis,  Lindsay 
and  Philip  Crosby,  above.  Here  they  are  behaving  as  grown- 
ups should  at  the  delightful  party  given  by  Walt  Disney. 


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Quiz  Kid  Richard  Williams,  above,  knows  all  the  answers, 
but  here  he  is  pleased  as  punch  and  lost  for  words  (almost) 
as  in-between-age  Jane  Withers  gives  him  her  autograph. 


"You  don't  have  to  tell  us  how  to  manipulate  the  utensils, 
Papa,"  says  George  Burns'  adorable  youngsters,  Sandra  and 
Ronny,    above,    at   the    Hollywood    Brown    Derby,    no  less. 


Just  kids  at  heart  are  Rita  Quigley,  Jackie  Cooper  and 
Bonita  Granville,  above.  They  got  as  big  a  kick  out  of 
Disney's  "Reluctant  Dragon"  as  the  tiny  tots,  and  show  it. 


Who's  excited?  One  glance  at  the  Dick  Powell  clan  will  tell 
the  answer.  Mama  Joan  Blondell  Powell,  above,  accompanied 
her  charming  children  Ellen  and  Norman  to  the  Kiddie  Party. 


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V 


Mickey  Rooney.  Is 
he  seriously  in  love 
with  lovely  Linda? 


Consider  the  romantic  plight 
of  Hollywood's  most  beautiful 
girl  and  most  brilliant  boy! 


N  HOLLYWOOD  we  sort  of  get  used  to  taking 
love  with  a  grain  of  salt,  followed  by  two  aspirin. 
Maybe  it's  because  we  see  too  many  boy-meets-girl 
pictures,  maybe  it's  because  we  brush  up  against  it 
every  where  we  go,  maybe  it's  because  we  just  happen 
to  know  the  dreary  "inside"  on  so  many  so-called  ro- 
mances. You  can  get  awfully  palsy  with  love  in  Holly- 
wood— and  you  certainly  know  that  one  about  famil- 
iarity breeding  contempt,  among  other  things.  We  who 
pound  the  keys  have  lost  our  respect  for  that  great  big 
beautiful  emotion.  We  say  with  a  sneer:  toujour s  V  amour 
NUTS! 

So  naturally  when  someone  told  me  that  I  could  prob- 
ably get  a  good  story  out  of  Linda  Darnell  as  she  had 
love  problems,  I  simply  said,  who  hasn't,  and  let  it  go 
at  that.  How  could  Linda  Darnell,  undoubtedly  the 
best  brought  up  young  girl  in  Hollywood,  sweet,  beau- 
tiful, and  with  a  brilliant  career  ahead  of  her,  know 
anything  about  love  problems !  And  anyway,  Mickey 
Rooney  was  in  love  with  her,  and  that  shouldn't  be  a 
problem — that  should  be  a  pleasure.  So  I  returned,  with 
the  usual  tongue  in  the  usual  cheek,  to  the  love  problems 
of  Miss  Lana  Turner. 

And  then  one  day  I  bumped  into  Linda  on  the  Twen- 
tieth Century-Fox  lot.  She  had  finished  early  on  the 
''Blood  and  Sand"  set,  and  it  had  .started  raining,  and 
she  had  to  wait  for  the  chauffeur  to  pick  up  her  brothers 
Calvin  Roy,  Jr.,  and  Monte  at  their  schools  before  he 
could  come  after  her.  I  asked  politely  about  the  picture 
and  Linda's  answer  assured  me  that  despite  her  youth, 
sweetness,  and  good  manners,  she  is  just  as  human  as 
the  next  one.  "All  I  do  in  it  is  pray,"  she  said  wistfully. 


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r 


LINDA  ? 


"I  do  wish 
they'd  let 
ie  play  a  bad 
woman  some- 
imes!"  sighs 
Linda.  She's  still 
sweet  in  "Blood  and 
Sand,"  with  Ty  Power. 


Linda  Darnell.  Can 
she  forget  "Jaime" 
for  Master  Mickey? 


By 

Elizabeth  Wilson 


"I  do  'wish  they'd  let  me  play  a  bad  woman  some- 
times." 

We  got  to  talking,  Linda  and  I,  and  soon  the  con- 
versation got  around  to  love,  as  it  always  does  in  Holly- 
wood. I  said,  "Linda,  several  months  ago  when  some- 
one asked  you  if  you  were  in  love  with  Mickey  Rooney 
your  reply  was,  'I'll  never  fall  in  love  with  anyone  until 
I  know.'  What  did  you  mean?" 

"I  meant,"  said  Linda,  "that  I  couldn't  possibly  fall 
in  love  with  Mick,  no  matter  how  much  I  like  him, 
or  anyone  else  for  that  matter,  until  I  knew  about 
Jaime." 

"And  do  you  know  now?" 

"Yes,"  said  Linda  with  that  pathetic  little  smile  that 
is  destined  to  make  gelatine  out  of  many  a  big  strong 
muscle  man.  "Nozu  I  know.  I  spent  three  weeks  in 
Mexico  City.  And  now  I  know  that  it's  too  big  a  thing 
to  say  it  was  swell  knowing  you,  goodbye.  Things  are  in 
an  awful  mess." 

Well,  first  thing  I  knew  the  ice  had  melted  in  my  veins 
and  I  was  all  full  of  sympathy  and  understanding.  Me. 
the  cynic.  But  that  Linda  is  no  phony,  believe  me.  She 
really  has  problems,  and  she  has  really  suffered  over 
them. 

I  don't  know  Jaime  Yorba.  I'll  probably  never  know 
Jaime  Yorba.  But  he  is  one  young  man  who  certainly 
has  my  sincerest  sympathy.  Imagine  being  desperauly 
in  love  with  Linda  Darnell  and  not  being  able  to  see 
her !  Imagine  having  Mickey  Rooney,  the  most  fascinat- 
ing adolescent  in  Hollywood,  for  a  rival !  Imagine  burn- 
ing with  jealousy  while  you  read  in  the  gossip  columns 
that  your  girl  has  been  seen  (Please  turn  to  page  83) 


14 


NNFR 


CONSIM 


BITOT 


Another  winner  in  our  6-Star 
Contest  series!  Subject, 
clothes.  Star,  Hollywood's 
best-dressed  woman,  Connie 
Bennett,  whose  article  in  an- 
swer to  Diane  Marnell  will 
fascinate  every  girl  with  a 
clothes  problem,  and  whose 
latest  and  loveliest  personal 
wardrobe   is   pictured  here. 


Selections  from  Miss  Bennett's  personal  wardrobe  include, 
above,  her  pet  print  frock,  grey  background  with  small  geomet- 
ric yellow  pattern.  Her  half-hat  is  fashioned  of  yellow  lilies 
of  the  valley,  with  a  starched  veil  of  brown  fishnet  over  all. 

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For  casual  hours,  Connie  Bennett  glamorizes  a  slack  and  shirt 
ensemble.  Her  selection  is  full  trousers  of  brilliant  red  jersey, 
with  jumper  straps  over  a  soft  boat-neck  candy-stripe  bodice  of 
red  and  white  silk  jersey.  A  red  chiffon  bandana  over  her  hair. 


Bold  Hawaiian  cotton  print  of  red  and  white  fashions  this 
strikingly  full  skirt  of  Miss  Bennett's  summer  dinner  gown. 
A  brief  white  pique  jacket  exposes  a  slim  bare  midriff.  All 
of  our  exclusive  fashion  pictures  made  in  her  own  home. 


EAR  DIANE  MARNELL: 

Quality  not  quantity  is  the  basic  rule  for 
every  woman  who  wants  to  dress  well.  There 
are  certain  "tricks"  to  assembling  a  wardrobe. 
These  "tricks"  apply  whether  your  income  is  twenty 
dollars  a  week  or  two  thousand.  Don't  misunderstand 
me.  I  don't  mean  "tricky"  dressing.  I  do  mean  that 
you  do  not  need  to  depend  upon  an  extensive  ward- 
robe. Know  the  right  lines  of  your  figure  and  the 
right  tones  of  your  coloring'.  Then  remember  one 
thing — simplicity. 

If  a  girl  has  twenty  dollars  to  spend,  no  matter 
how  she  may  be  tempted  to  buy  several  things,  she 
should  remind  herself  that  it  is  wisdom  and  economy 
to  have  a  few  good  things.  I  want  to  stress  that 
fact.  I  happen  to  need,  and  have,  a  larger  wardrobe 
than  the  average  woman.  But  the  business  girl  and 
you  "young  marrieds,"  as  you  call  yourselves,  must 
make  your  allowance  cover  every  need,  and  you 
should  practice  buying  not  cheaper  clothes,  but 
fewer. 

There  are  three  sins  in  dressing  which  are  com- 
mitted repeatedly : 

(1)  Choosing  a  dress  merely  because  it  is  the 
mode  of  the  moment.  No  two  women  in  the  world 
are  exactly  alike  in  features,  figure,  or  flair.  It's  stu- 
pid to  look  at  another  woman,  even  though  she's  your 
favorite  screen  star,  and  (Please  turn  to  page  77) 


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The  amazing  story  of  a  man  in 
love  with  a  beautiful  girl— 
and  how  he  helped  turn  her 
from  a  nonentity  into  a  celeb- 
rity! Yes,  Ed  Judson — shown 
with  his  wife  Rita  Hayworth  at 
left — encouraged  her  in  the  ca- 
reer which  has  finally  led  her 
to  stardom  and  the  siren's 
role  opposite  Tyrone  Power 
in  "Blood  and  Sand"  (below). 


By 

Helen  Hover 


Esquire-Globe 


WHAT  IT  TAKES 
TO  BE  A 
HOLLYWOOD 
HUSBAND! 

"Mr.  Rita  Hayworth''  Tells 


A  SIDE  from  that  streamlined  socko  figure,  one  of  the 
/■A  main  reasons  for  Rita  Hayworth's  star  being  so 
/  \  high  in  Hollywood  heavens  is  a  gent  named 
Eddie  Judson.  Eddie  happens  to  be  Rita's  husband. 

Now  you  and  I  have  heard  many  sad  tales  of  actresses 
who  felt  that  they  had  to  discard  their  non-professional 
husbands  because  hubby  and  career  conflicted.  These 
back-seat  husbands,  wail  the  screen  lovelies  in  court,  just 
don't  understand  the  complexities  that  go  with  their 
screen  careers  and  it's  a  matter  of  chucking  one  or  the 
other.  Movie  careers  being  what  they  are,  it's  usually 
the  husband  who  gets  the  bounce. 

Being  a  husband  to  a  Hollywood  star  takes  a  man  who 
is  equal  parts  of  Frank  Buck,  Casper  Milquetoast,  Clyde 
Beatty  and  Robert  Taylor.  The  poor  fellow  who  stands 
up  before  the  minister  with  a  screen  pet  must  mumble 
silently  to  himself  along  with  the  other  "I  promises" — 
"I  promise  to  be  a  confidante,  go-between,  good  will  am- 
bassador, and  international  spy.  I  promise  to  comfort  her 
when  she's  lost  a  role,  to  keep  out  of  the  way  when  she's 
busy,  to  be  nice  to  photographers  even  though  I  don't 
like  to  have  my  mugg  snapped,  to  gulp  and  be  under- 
standing when  I  see  my  wife's  pretty  puss  plastered  in 
magazines  kissing  some  other  man,  and  not  to  mind  being 
addressed  as  Mr.  Gloria  Glamor." 

And  that's  just  the  half  of  it ! 


Well,  folks,  in  this  corner  we  have  that  jewel  among 
jewels :  the  one  man  who  has  this  business  of  being  a 
movie  star's  husband  doped  out  to  such  a  fine  science 
that  it's  actually  a  pleasure.  As  a  result  of  the  many 
qualities  that  make  Ed  Judson  the  ideal  husband  for  a 
Hollywood  star,  Rita  Hayworth  today  has  one  of  the 
most  flourishing  screen  careers  and  the  dove  of  happiness 
flies  high  in  their  domicile,  tra-la. 

You  must  know,  first  of  all,  that  Ed  Judson  is  a  real 
guy,  not  a  Hollywood  husband  who  sits  in  the  back  seat 
while  his  wife  drives  him.  Judson  is  a  businessman  and 
has  been  one  for  fifteen  successful  years.  He  was  form- 
erly an  automobile  dealer,  and  is  now  in  the  oil  business. 
In  fact,  because  he  has  proven  himself  before  he  married 
Rita,  he  is  not  resentful  of  the  success  and  salary  his 
wife  gets,  and  is  all  the  more  anxious  to  promote  her 
further  success. 

Although  not  directly  in  the  motion  picture  industry, 
Ed  Judson  has  had  many  friends  in  it  for  years.  It  was 
five  years  ago,  and  he  had  come  to  Hollywood  after  a 
long  stay  in  New  York.  He  asked  a  producer  friend  for 
the  phone  numbers  of  some  girls  and  the  friend  gave  him 
three  numbers.  Hesitantly,  he  added  Rita's  number  too. 
"She's  all  right,  but  quiet.  Does  bit  parts,  nothing  very 
much." 

Eddie  phoned  the  other  girls  (Please  turn  to  page  90) 


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She's  the  stream- 
lined sensation  of 
the  screen  world — 
and  if  you  want  to 
know  the  reason, 
aside  from  her 
socko  figure  and 
all,  find  the  man  in 
the  case!  (He  hap- 
pens to  be  her  hus- 
band, lucky  man) 


ROGERS 


Can  a  girl  be  in  love 
with  three  men  at  the 
seme  time?  Thafs  the 
question  asked  and  an- 
swered in  this  spar- 
kling fictioniiation  of 
Ginger  Rogers'  new  ro- 
mantic comedy,  with 
George  Murphy,  Bur- 
gess Meredith,  and 
Alan  Marshall  as  the 
three  lovers  in  her  life! 


Fictionized  by 
Elizabeth  B.  Petersen 


OH,  THE  movie  was  wonderful,  really  wonderful ! 
Janie  leaned  forward  in  the  darkened  theater 
and  her  heart  leaned  forward  too,  reaching  to- 
ward the  girl  on  the  screen  who  had  come  through  her 
baptism  of  suffering  and  now  was  reaping  her  reward 
in  these  few  minutes  of  unutterable  ecstasy. 

She  could  have  been  Janie,  that  girl,  with  her  hair 
worn  in  the  same  long,  curled  bob,  her  dark  lashes 
sweeping  over  eyes  that  anyone  would  know  were  blue 
even  though  the  picture  wasn't  in  technicolor,  a  nose 
tipped  ever  so  slightly  heavenwards  and  a  gamin  smile 
that,  it  had  turned  out,  was  just  so  much  money  in  the 
bank  to  a  working  girl.  For  she  was 'a  telephone  operator, 
just  like  Janie,  and  a  millionaire's  son  was  in  love  with 
her,  which  wasn't  like  Janie  at  all. 

It  had  been  so  thrilling,  every  minute  of  it,  the  things 
he  said  to  her  and  the  things  she  said  to  him.  Janie 
wished  she  could  think  of  things  like  that  to  say,  quick, 
right  on  the  instant.  But  it  wouldn't  make  much  differ- 
ence even  if  she  did,  she  thought  wistfully,  with  only 
Tom  to  say  them  to — and  he  was  too  down  to  earth  and 
practical  to  appreciate  romance.  All  he  thought  of  was 
getting  ahead. 

He  hadn't  even  appreciated  the  picture.  "Say,"  he  said 
as  they  sat  over  their  sundaes  a  few  minutes  afterwards. 
"It  wasn't  true  to  life.  You  think  a  rich  fellow  like  that 
would  marry  a  poor  girl  like  that?" 

"Why,  of  course  he  would,"  Janie  said  indignantly. 
"He  loved  her,  didn't  he?" 


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"TOM,  DICK 


Copyright  by 
RKO-Rudio  Pictures. 
Complete  cast  and 
credits  on  Page  67. 


Ginger  Rogers  is  at  her  gay,  enchanting  best  as  the  hero- 
ine of  grand  new  picture — above,  with  her  three  leading 
men:  Burgess  Meredith,  George  Murphy,  Alan  Marshall. 
Far    left    below,    with    Meredith;    below,    with  George. 


"Yeah,  well,  sure,  I  guess  he  did."  Tom  looked  skep- 
tical. "What  d'ya  say  we  drive  out  to  Inspiration  Point 
for  awhile?" 

They  might  as  well,  Janie  thought,  there  wasn't  any- 
thing else  to  do.  So  they  got  into  Tom's  sedan  which  he 
had  been  able  to  buy  wholesale  since  he  sold  cars  and 
drove  out  to  the  lake  a  few  miles  beyond  the  town.  There 
was  a  moon  and  the  night  was  warm,  so  the  place  was 
crowded  with  cars  and  it  didn't  look  as  if  they'd  be  able 
to  find  a  place  but  Tom  finally  managed  to  park.  He  was 
a  go-getter,  Tom  was.  He  usually  managed  to  get  the 
things  he  wanted. 

"Janie,"  he  said.  "I  guess  tonight  has  seemed  to  you 
like  any  other  night  we've  had  a  date  together.  But  it 
hasn't  been.  I  may  have  been  acting  the  same,  but  some- 
thing happened  today  that  changes  everything.  I  closed 
the  R.  J.  Hamilton  deal !  Yep,  thirty  special  sedans.  And 
that's  not  all.  I  was  promoted !  From  now  on  I'm  assis- 
tant sales  manager." 

Janie  tried  to  look  impressed,  but  she  wasn't  really. 
Tom  was  always  getting  promoted.  She'd  have  much 
rather  just  sat  there  lost  in  her  own  dreams  than  be 
talking  about  Tom's  job.  In  her  dreams  anything  could 
happen. 

Tom  took  a  deep  breath  then.  "I've  done  it  all  for  you, 
Janie,"  he  said.  "You  don't  belong  in  that  phone  com- 
pany, getting  up  early  and  plugging  calls  all  day.  You 
deserve  something  better,  and  I'm  gonna  get  it  for  you. 
I'm  asking  you  to  marry  me.  Will  you  ?" 


What's  a  girl  to  do, 
when  three  nice  fel- 
lows are  in  love  with 
her  and  she  likes — all 
three?  Ginger  Rog- 
ers in  "Tom,  Dick  and 
Harry"  which  we  pre- 
sent to  you  in  fiction 
form,  just  can't  seem 
to  make  up  her  mind! 


At  left,  Janie  (played  by  Ginger  Rogers) 
tries  to  look  impressed  when  Tom  (George 
Murphy)  tells  her  of  his  promotion  and  asks 
her  to  marry  him.  She'd  have  much  rather 
just  sat  there  lost  in  her  own  dreams — for  in 
her  dreams  anything  could  happen.  On  an- 
other date,  this  time  with  Harry  (Burgess 
Meredith)  she  gets  another  proposal  and 
gets    herself    engaged — all     over  again! 


All  her  life  Janie  had  dreamed  of  the  supreme  moment, 
when  a  man  would  ask  her  to  marry  him.  It  had  always 
been  so  exciting  and  glamorous,  just  the  way  things 
happened  in  her  favorite  movies.  But  this  wasn't  any- 
thing at  all.  Tom's  voice  was  just  the  way  it  always  was 
when  he  was  talking  about  cars  and  business  and  things. 
He  didn't  look  deep  into  her  eyes  or  sigh  tenderly. 

"No,"  she  said  and  as  soon  as  the  word  was  out  of  her 
mouth  she  was  frightened.  What  if  no  one  else  ever  asked 
her  ?  What  if  this  was  the  nearest  she  was  ever  going  to 
come  to  romance  ?  And  she  did  like  Tom,  she  might  even 
love  him  for  all  she  knew.  Besides,  Mom  and  Pop  were 
all  for  him.  They  said  he  was  a  young  man  who  was 
going  to  go  places.  "Well,"  she  amended  hastily,  "I  don't 
mean  no,  exactly.  I  mean  no  right  now.  I'll  have  to  think 
about  it." 

"What  do  you  mean,  you'll  have  to  think  about  it?" 
Tom  demanded.  "You  wanna  marry  a  rich  guy,  is  that 
it?" 

"If  I  love  him,"  Janie  said  almost 
apologetically. 

"But  I  tell  you,  I'm  gonna  be 
rich,"  Tom  insisted.  "Why,  I'll  have 
my  own  agency  in  another  two 
years !" 

"Aw,  Tom,  that  isn't  it,"  Janie 
said  softly.  "You  probably  will  be 
rich  and  even  if  you  weren't,  maybe 
I'd  marry  you  anyway.  It  isn't  that. 
I  just  wanna  think  about  it." 

"Aw,  Janie,  please  say  yes,"  Tom 
said,  and  he  couldn't  have  put  more 
into  selling  a  car  than  in  trying  to 
sell  Janie.  Why,  his  voice  was  al- 
most trembling.  "You  don't  know 
what  it  means  to  me.  I'll  work  my 
head  off.  I  need  you,  Janie.  I  love 
you !" 

"You  do?"  Janie  looked  at  him 
impressed.  "When  you  think  of  me, 
do  you  melt  inside,  like  a  candy 
bar?" 

"Sure,"  Tom  said  fervently.  "Aw, 
Janie,  you  gotta  say  yes.  You  gotta ! 
I'll  just  commit  suicide  if  you  don't. 


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Of  course,  the  ro- 
mantic problem  con- 
fronting Ginger  con 
be  fun!  Almost  any 
girl  would  enjoy  the 
thrill  of  being  pur- 
sued by  three — count 
'em!  —  three  charm- 
ing men.  Well,  which 
one  would  you  choose? 


Hamy  and  Tom  (at  right)  don't  know  it  but 
they're  engaged — to  the  same  girl!  Below, 
out  with  Harry,  Janie  listens  to  the  mechan- 
cal  fortune  teller  chant:  "When  you  kiss  the 
-nan  you  love,  bells  will  ring  in  Heaven 
above."  But  Janie — having  acquired  a  third 
nance,  the  wealthy  Dick  (played  by  Alan 
Marshall) — is  more  puziled  than  ever, 
though  completely  surrounded  by  romance. 


What  are  you  trying  to  do,  drive  me  nuts?  I'm  not  ask- 
ing you  for  a  dance.  I'm  asking  you  to  marrx  me.'' 

"Well,  if  you  put  it  that  way,  all  right,"  Janie  said 
slowly. 

Maybe  it  wasn't  the  way  she'd  dreamed  of  it  happen- 
ing, Janie  thought  as  she  went  in  and  told  Mom  and 
Pop  about  it.  Only  she  wasn't  going  to  kid  herself  an\r 
longer  and  keep  on  dreaming  of  Prince  Charming.  She'd 
been  waiting  for  him  too  long,  and  she  was  twenty-five 
now  and  after  all  twenty-five  was  nearer  to  thirty  than  it 
was  to  twenty.  Better  to  play  it  safe  and  thank  heavens 
at  that  she  was  lucky  enough  to  have  anyone  as  nice  as 
Tom  proposing  to  her.  After  all,  there  weren't  man}' 
men  with  a  nice,  wide  grin  like  Tom's.  And  besides,  his 
breezy  personality  had  a  way  of  creeping  under  the  skin. 

Janie  couldn't  wait,  to  get  into  bed  and  think  it  over. 
That  was  where  she  did  her  real  dreaming,  not  asleep 
realty,  just  lying  there  thinking  and  thinking  how  she 
would  like  tilings  if  she  could  fix  it  so  that  they  -would 
come  out  her  way.  Only  this  time 
she  couldn't  use  only  her  imagina- 
tion for  it  wasn't  of  some  man  she'd 
never  met  that  she  was  dreaming. 
She  had  to  dream  of  Tom  since  he 
was  the  one  she  was  going  to  marry 
and  knowing  just  how  Tom  was,  she 
had  to  make  him  that  way  really. 

"Do  you,  Janie,  take  this  man  to 
love,  honor  and  live  happily  ever 
after  and  no  fair  getting  a  divorce  ?" 
she  mused,  and  it  was  so  real  she 
could  almost  swear  it  was  the  preach- 
er's voice  and  not  her  own  asking  it. 
And  then  after  she'd  said  "I  do,"'  she 
heard  the  voice  go  on.  "Do  you, 
Tom.  take  this  woman  to  love,  honor 
and  sell  a  million  cars,  so  long  as 
3rou  both  shall  live?"  And  then,  "I 
now  pronounce  you  a  lovely  couple." 

So  they  were  married,  there  in 
Janie's  dream,  and  the  pillow  she 
was  burrowing  her  head  in  became 
a  neat  little  green  apron  of  a  lawn 
and  there  was  the  house  and  espe- 
cially the  (Continued  on  page  66) 


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McCrea  in 
screen  role,  oppo- 
site Barbara  Stan- 
wyck in  "The  Great 
Man's  Lady."  At 
right,  in  current 
film,  "Reaching  for 
the  Sun,"  with  El- 
ten  Drew.  Exclusive 
home  pictures  with 
his  wife,  Frances 
Dee,    are  below 


WELL  now,  are  they?  Sometimes  you  have  no 
doubts  left.  The  things  they  do,  actually — !  Cer- 
tainly they  live  bewilderingly.  No  sooner  are  you 
sure  about  your  particular  favorites,  anyway,  than — 
whoom! — someone  in  pictures  pulls  something  fantastic. 
No  matter  how  often  you've  read  that  a  movie  star  is,  at 
heart,  just  as  simple  as  the  boy  or  girl  next  door  you're 
still  skeptical. 

So  for  the  real,  honest  answer  to  this  persistent  ques- 
tion the  Editor  of  Screenland  sent  me  to  the  star  whose 
reputation  in  Hollywood  itself  guarantees  a  reliable  reply. 
Joel  McCrea  is  second  to  none  in  the  regard  of  his  fellow 
movie  stars  because  he  is  such  an  all-around  success  as  a 
human  being.  No  tale  to  his  discredit  has  ever  been 
whispered,  and  for  ten  years  he  has  acted  opposite  dozens 
of  famous  actresses.  Away  from  his  work  he  is  undeniably 
a  very  genuine  guy.  For  seven  years  he's  been  happily 
married  to  beautiful  Frances  Dee;  they  have  two  husky 
young  sons.  Joel  is  on  friendly  terms  with  all  the  big 
names  in  Hollywood.  Everything  considered,  what  he  can 
say  packs  an  authentic  ring. 

Here,  then,  is  what  Joel  said  to  me.  Decide  for  yourself 
exactly  how  "nutty"  they  are  after  these  disclosures. 
"I  won't,"  he  began  firmly,  "waste  your  time  handing  out 
whitewash!  Of  course  we're  different!  The  tune  of  our 
town  is  fast,  unpredictable,  and  we've  got  to  play  along 
using  our  wits.  No,  we  aren't  like  the  boy  and  girl  next 
door.  But  we're  like  they  could  be  if  they  had  our  nerve ! 
We  haven't  time  to  stand  still.  The  competition's  too  keen. 

"I  know,"  said  Joel,  quick!}'  to  the  point,  "that  'they' — 
meaning  the  people  who  met  a  fellow  who  had  a  friend 
who  heard  from  someone  who  was 
right  there  when  it  happened,  no  kid- 
ding ! — are  'wise'  to  us  Hollywood 
folks.  Oh,  perhaps  and  probably  there 
are  exceptions,  'they'  will  concede  big- 
heartedly.  But  those  sly,  cutting  adjec- 
tives, remember  ?  Hollywood's  a  screwy 
place  full  of  screwballs.  It's  the  essence 
of  superficiality,  the  phony  Paradise- 
on-the-Pacific.  To  the  sensational  news- 
paper reporters,  Hollywood  is  ticketed 
with  heartbreak.  To  get  gilded  with 
glamor  you  must  sacrifice  friends,  fun, 
privacy,  and  a  normal  life.  The  pace 
that  thrills  insidiously  kills  ;  I  quote  any 
'would-be.'  Who  can  also  confide  to  you 
that  in  Hollywood  there  is  no  security, 
that  you're  ignored  when  you  aren  t 
rich  and  influential,  and  that  getting 
ahead  in  the  movies  is  the  direct  result 
of  kow-towing  to  the  powers-that-be 
until  you  can't  look  yourself  in  the  face ! 


GOOD  REASONS  WHY 
JOEL  McCREA  KNOWS 
ALL  THE  ANSWERS!  HE'S 
RICH,  SUCCESSFUL,  HAS 
HAPPY  HOME  LIFE  WITH 
LOVELY  FRANCES  DEE.  HE 
EARNS  HIS  LIVING  ACT- 
ING WITH  FAMOUS 
WOMEN  SUCH  AS  BAR- 
BARA STANWYCK,  ELLEN 
DREW.  READ  EVERY  WORD 
HE  SAYS  BECAUSE  YOU 
CAN  HONESTLY  BELIEVE  IT! 


"But,"  smiled  Joel,  sitting  across  from  me  in  the  Para- 
I  mount  cafe,  tall,  tanned,  and  earnest,  "you  remember, 
also,  the  old  chestnut?  It  takes  a  thief  to  catch  a  thief — ? 
You're  a  darned  sight  more  apt  to  be  more  right  when 
1  you've  been  on  the  inside.  An  old  settler  doesn't  leap  to 
;  conclusions.  I  guess  I  can  qualify  as  an  old  settler  because 
I  grew  up  in  Hollywood.  Literally.  I  delivered  papers  to 
Valentino,  Wallace  Reid,  and  DeMille  on  purpose;  even 
as  a  kid  I  wanted  to  be  in  and  of  the  excitement  of  Holly- 
wood. I  went  to  Hollywood  High."  He  grinned.  "I 
weathered  the  outlandish  tid-bits  they  used  to  bait  me 
with  there.  Gossips  never  add  that  what  they  present  as 
morsels  might  have  occurred  once  or  twice,  but  sheer  com- 
mon sense  would  point  out  that  nobody  could  repeat  wild 
indulgences  and  continue  as  successes.  I'm  still  being  in- 
formed that  every  actress  is  years  older  than  arithmetic 


By 
Ben 
Maddox 


can  make  her.  I  acted  with  Shirley  Temple  when  the 
super-sleuths  were  definite  about  Shirley  being  a  midget ! 
But  I  felt  Hollywood  was  for  me,  I  aimed  to  get  into  the 
fun  of  climbing  here,  and  I've  never  been  sorry. 

"Movie  stars  have  different  chances.  They  can  earn  big 
money  while  they  are  young.  They  can  enjoy  the  rewards 
of  life  when  the  trimmings  look  most  alluring.  Con- 
sequently, they  aren't  slow,  stuffy,  stick-in-the-muds. 
They  have  to  be  constantly  alert,  or  out  the  studio  they 
will  go  and  be  forgotten  twice  as  fast  as  they  were  dis- 
covered. 

"Here's  why  we're  different,  in  a  nutshell.  We  dare  to  be 
ourselves  because  we're  in  a  business  that  lets  us  be  natural 
openly.  We  get  more  wallop  from  living  because  we  don't 
disguise  going  after  what  we  want.  We're  extremists  on 
the  surface;  look  underneath,  (Please  turn  to  page  74) 

We're  not  handing  out 
any  whitewash!  You've 
read  that  movie  stars  are 
just  as  simple  and  home- 
spun as  the  folks  next 
door — but  you  don't  be- 
lieve it,  do  you?  Of  course 
not!  If  they  weren't  "dif- 
ferent" they  wouldn't  be 
movie  stars.  Joel  McCrea 
says  so,  and  he  knows! 


33 


ONE  of  the  most  amazing  young  men  to  hit  Holly- 
wood in  a  long  time  is  William  Holden.  He  was 
starred  in  his  first  picture  and  he's  been  starred 
in  every  picture  he's  made  since.  Even  Gable,  Cooper, 
and  Power  were  once  extras !  And  yet  in  a  way,  Bill 
still  doesn't  know  what  time  it  is. 

Don't  misunderstand  me,  he  is  far  from  dumb — but 
in  a  city  whose  inhabitants  pride  themselves  on  their 
sophistication,  his  naivete  is — well,  sort  of  breath-taking. 
His  hesitancy — his  unsureness — are  rather  on  the  re- 
freshing side.  Most  young  people,  the  moment  they  click, 
know  exactly  what  they  want  (and  aren't  at  all  hesitant 
about  demanding  it)  and  exactly  bow  things  should  be 
run.  Not  Bill. 

When  asked  what  kind  of  parts  he  wanted  to  play  he 
looked  at  me  in  astonishment.  "How  should  I  know? 
I've  only  played  six,  and  that's  not  enough  for  me  to 
know  what  I  can  do  best.  If  I'm  what  you'd  call  a 

If  you  like  young  Holden,  and  most  of  you  do,  you'll 
be  interested  in  our  story,  because  it  tells  why  this 
boy  can  take  success  in  his  stride.  Below,  in  "I 
Wanted  Wings"  with  glamorous  Veronica  Lake. 
Above,  with  his  very  "best  girl"  Brenda  Marshall. 


juvenile,  then  I'd  like  to  be  c 
character  juvenile.  I  don't  wan 
to  do  drawing  room  comedies  be- 
cause I  don't  think  I  have  enougt 
experience  yet." 

Humphrey  Bogart  remarkec 
once  that  the  thing  he  admiret 
most  about  Bill  is  that  the  minut< 
he  landed  solidly  he  didn't  g< 
around  shooting  off  his  mouth 
He  doesn't  discuss  things  that  an 
no  concern  of  his,  nor  does  he  gc 
around  trying  to  convert  every- 
one he  meets  to  his  way  of  think- 
ing. When  he  isn't  working  he 
goes  quietly  about  the  business  61 
having  (Please  turn  to  page  96) 


Success 
Hasn't 
Spoiled 
Him! 


Starred  in  his  first 
picture,  movie  lover 
of  Veronica  Lake  in 
his  latest,  and  still 
not  spoiled?  It's  the 
truth  about  Bill  Hol- 
den, and  you'll  read 
the  real  reason  here 

I  By 
I  S.  R.  Mook 


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PARTNERS  IN  LOVE -AND  CRIME! 


JOAN'S 
ALGERIAN 
MOOD 

Interesting  dinner  frock 
worn  by  the  star  has  an 
Oriental  skirt  of  metal 
cloth  striped  with  red, 
blue,  yellow,  and  green, 
topped  by  a  blouse  of 
soothing    pale  green. 


4//  fashion  photograph*  of  Joan 
Crawforii  by  Carprntrr.  St-O-M 


When  the  men  are  George  Raft  and  Ed- 
ward G.  Robinson,  and  the  woman  is 
Marlene  Dietrich  -~  watch  for  fireworks! 


Warner  Bros,  are  famous 
for  giving  you  sensation- 
!  ally  strong  entertainment 
'from  'way  back:  remember 
"Public  Enemy,"  "Little 
Caesar,"  and  later  "They 
Drive  By  Night"  and  "High 
Sierra."  Now  they  have 
done  it  again  with  "Man 
Power,"  combining  the 
vivid  talents  of  Robinson 
and  Raft  and  adding  the 
dynamite  beauty  of  Die- 
trich. Here  are  first  scenes 
from  the  exciting  picture. 


I! 


Rare  photographs  from  our  files  show  Lana,  at  left,  in  the  famous  swean 
that  started  the  whole  thing — extremely  modest  it  looks  now,  but  what 
sensation  it  caused  when  she  first  wore  it  in  "They  Won't  Forget."  L  [ 
above,  a  scene  from  that  film  in  which  Lana  played  the  high-school  girl  w 
was  murdered.  At  right,  her  very  first  "leg  art,"  prelude  to  climb  to  fan 


Our  new  pictures  at  left  and  be- 
low, and  across  the  page  at  right, 
prove  that  the  original  Sweater 
Girl  was  really  a  modest  little 
thing.  Far  left,  blonde  bombshell 
Veronica  Lake  in  the  first,  and 
probably  the  last  sweater  pose 
you  will  ever  see  of  her — Para- 
mount wants  to  concentrate  on 
her  acting  ability.  Brenda  Joyce, 
left,  and  Gene  Tierney,  below, 
carry  on  the  noble  tradition. 
Facing  page,  pretty  Anne  Gwynne 
has  no  sweater  problems  at  ali. 


Lana  Turner  was  the  original  Sweater 
««  Girl  —  but  look  at  'em  now! 


e  photographic  treasures  from  our  files.  Left  above,  Lana  Turner  on  the 
Ti  pus  of  Hollywood  High  School  just  before  signing  her  first  movie  con- 
'lilt.  At  right  above,  another  sweater  pose — yes,  this  demure  little  girl 
In  ally  turned  into  tempestuous  Lana  Turner.  At  right,  Lana  turns  her  back 
hep  he  whole  sweater  question.  She's  a  big  star  now  with  star-bright  future. 


"SUNNY"  OTHERWISE  ANNA  NEAGLE 


Current  craze  for  movie 
musicals  gives  Anna 
Neagle  top  spot  in  her 
field.  The  vivacious 
blonde  from  Britain  has 
her  most  glamorous  role 
in  Herbert  Wilcox's  lat- 
est film,  "Sunny,"  in 
which  Anna  is  seen  in 
the  dance  pictured  here. 


Nobody  knows  — yet—  if  Georgia 
Carroll  can  act;  but  nobody —so 
far  —  cares,  as  long  as  the  beautiful 
New  York  ex-model  continues  to 
look  like  this.  Miss  Carroll  can  be 
seen  in  "Affectionately  Yours," 
and  with  a  new  Warner  contract 
she  is  being  groomed  for  increas- 
ingly important  parts.  Excellent! 


Canny  Colman  keeps  right  on  as  a 
top-flight  star  after  all  these  years  — 
because  he  maintains  his  policy  of 
appearing  in  just  one  movie  a  year, 
and  that  one  his  own  personal  story 
selection.  His  first  since  "Lucky 
Partners"  will  be  on  the  screens 
soon.  It's  "My  Life  with  Caroline" 


ONE*PICTURE-A  *YEAR 
MAN 


Top,  the  bride  wears 
dinner  pajamas  of 
jersey  in  shades  of 
banana,  sage  green, 
and  carnelian  red. 
Center,  afternoon 
dress  of  dusty  pink 
silk  with  navy  blue 
print,  worn  with 
large  black  shiny 
straw  hat.  At  right, 
the  bride  wears  blue 
and  white  sailor  col- 
lar  and  cuffs  of 
striped  cotton.  Her 
white  pique  flat- 
crowned  sailor  has  a 
navy  blue  feather. 
Far  right,  the  indis- 
pensable gabardine 
suit  of  soft  white; 
with  it,  sports  blouse, 
pork-pie  felt  and 
shorty  gloves  of 
attractive  yellow. 


!J~inJi  ike  C^Rrldi 


Since  her  marriage,  Bette  has  emerged 
from  her  seclusion  and  takes  her  place 
as  a  smart  young  matron,  chic  and 
clothes-conscious,  as  well  as  Holly- 
wood's First  Actress  and  First  Citizen 


7  . 


ore 


*  Bette  Davis,  now  Mrs.  Arthur  Farns- 
^  worth  in  private  Ufe,  and  the  co-star 
:;  of  James  Cagney  on  the  screen  in 
"The  Bride  Came  C.  O.  D.,"  gra- 
ciously  poses  here  in  her  new  clothes 


Bare  midriff,  so  im- 
portant in  the  fash- 
ion picture,  is  worn 
by  Bette  Davis, 
above.  Her  sunburst 
pleated  skirt  of  bril- 
liant red  jersey  is 
topped  off  with  a 
sweater  embroidered 
in  red  and  green. 
Center,  the  bride's 
favorite  dinner  gown 
of  red  and  white 
print,  with  huge  red 
tulip  corsage.  At 
ft,  she  finds  the 
bolero  becoming,  in 
this  jacket  dress  in  a 
soft  shade  of  grey 
with  pleated  collar 
and  cuffs  of  chalk 
white.  Far  left,  pow- 
der-blue wool  jersev 
two-piece,  topped 
with  dashing  off- 
the-face  chapeau. 


b>i  Wrlbamrttr. 
Warm  r  Hrox. 


MOST  BEAUTIFUL 
STILL  OF  THE 


From  "Belle  Starr" 


The  heroine  of  "Belle 
Starr"  is  Gene  Tierney, 
shown  in  closeup  at 
right  in  her  strongest 
role,  that  of  a  girl  out- 
law of  the  West.  Our 
Best  Still,  abdve,  pic- 
tures Louise  Beavers  of 
the  well-chosen  cast. 


HEROINE 

to  her 
Hairdresser 


If  you  want  the  real  low- 
down  on  any  girl,  movie 
star  or  not,  consult  her 
hairdresser!  Here's  what 
Priscilla  Lane's  "Turpy" 
thinks  of  her  cute  boss 


By 

Marion  Cooper 


"Turpy"  !s  not  only  Priscilla 's  hair- 
dresser but  her  chum.  Below,  "Pat" 
turns  the  tables.  Lower  left,  the  two 
girls  study  the   latest   Lane  script. 


yOU'VE  met  Priscilla  Lane's  "Turpy"  in  print 
before — when  various  columnists  told  you 
how  the  youngest  of  the  Lanes  was  helping 
her  attractive  hairdresser  crash  the  movies.  That 
was  just  a  gag,  meant  to  go  no  further  than  the 
set  where  it  originated.  The  reason  it  hit  the  papers 
is  due  entirely  to  the  fact  that  Priscilla,  or  Pat  as 
everyone  calls  her,  has  a  gift  for  dead-pan  joking 
that  enables  her  to  tell  "whoppers"  convincingly. 
Helen  Turpin,  the  butt  of  this  particular  whopper, 
told  me  about  it  at  lunch  recently,  when  I  asked 
her  to  talk  about  Pat.  And  when  Turpy  talks 
about  Pat  her  eyes  glow  with  pleasure. 

"She  was  posing  for  stills,  and  asked  me  to  sit  in 
for  her  a  minute  while  the  cameraman  got  set." 
Turpy  said.  "A  studio  publicity  man  happened  by 
and  wanted  to  know  what  it  was  all  about."  Turpy 
laughed.  "Pat  told  him  seriously  that  I  wanted  a 
chance  in  the  movies,  and  was  having  my  picture 
taken  as  the  first  step.  We  didn't  think  he'd 
actually  fall  for  it,"  she  finished,  shaking  her  dark 
head.  But  she  wasn't  counting  on  the  fact  that  this 
particular  publicity  man  hadn't  her  four  years'  ex- 
perience with  the  Priscilla  Lane  brand  of  humor. 

"I  met  Pat  when  she  first  came  to  Hollywood, 
for  Warner  Brothers'  Warsity  Show."  All  she 
knew  about  pictures  (Please  turn  to  pa  ye  $6) 


51 


SELECTED  BY 


Pick  your  pictures  here  and  guar- 
antee  yourself  good  entertainment 
without  loss  of  time  and  money 


The  Picture  to  See: 
"CITIZEN  KANE" 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

It  is  the  most  controversial 
picture  since  "The  Birth  of  a 
Nation."  It  is  the  much  publi- 
cized, long  awaited  first  film 
venture  of  that  young  genius 
from  radio  and  the  theater,  Or- 
son Welles — and  it  confounds 
his  critics  by  being  great. 

It  tells  the  life  story  of  a  fa- 
mous newspaper  publisher,  using 
entirely  new  and  radical  tech- 
nique. A  fascinating  account  of 
material  success  and  spiritual 
failure,  if  opens  a  fresh  field 
for  future  films.  There  is  stark 
drama,  bitter  satire,  and  many 
vivid  characterizations  to  color 
the  narrative. 

It  is  revolutionary  in  lighting 
and  camera  angles,  making  most 
films  seem  old-fashioned — in 
fact,  "Citizen  Kane"  will  force 
Hollywood  to  experiment  in 
every  department  of  production. 

It  may  puzzle  that  part  of  the 
movie  public  which  insists  upon 
obvious  hokum,  but  it  is  daring 
and  dynamic  entertainment  for 
every  fan  with  a  spark  of  imag- 
ination. And  I  hope — I  know — 
this  includes  all  of  YOU. 

KKO-Radio 


The  Man  Who  Made  It: 
ORSON  WELLES 

At  25,  Orson  Welles  is  the 
one  authentic  genius  of  show 
business.  First,  He  is  a  great 
showman,  splurging  in  the  spec- 
tacular and  reveling  in  the  un- 
conventional. Second,  he  is  a 
great  director,  uninhibited  and 
inspired.  Third,  he  is  a  great 
actor,  of  tremendous  vitality, 
rich  voice  and  unerring  tech- 
nique. In  other  words,  Welles  is 
the  Man  of  the  Hour;  he  has 
shouted,  "Wake  up,  Hollywood!" 
and  Hollywood  has  been  forced 
to  acknowledge  the  challenge. 
So  will  you  movie  fans. 

In  his  role  of  an  American 
newspaper  tycoon,  which  takes 
him  from  youth  to  old  age, 
Welles  has  ample  opportunity  to 
prove  his  high  place  among 
screen  actors.  He  dominates 
every  scene;  sometimes  he  gives 
the  stage  to  another  player  but 
even  with  his  back  to  the  camera, 
Welles  is  the  star. 


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The  Great  Cast: 
MERCURY  PLAYERS 

Most  of  the  cast  of  "Citizen 
Kane"  is  composed  of  members 
of  Welles'  Mercury  Theater  from 
New  York.  As  directed  by 
Welles,  each  actor  is  perfection 
in  the  part  assigned  to  him.  The 
best  are: 

Everett  Sloane  as  Kane's  busi- 
ness manager,  ironic  portrait  of 
a  shrewd  unsentimental  man. 

Joseph  Cotten  as  Kane's 
friend  who  always  told  him  the 
truth  and  was  eventually  fired 
for  ;t — Cotten  has  a  permanent 
place  in  pictures  because  he  is  a 
personable  player  who  can  act. 

George  Coulouris  as  the 
somewhat  sinister  guardian  of 
the  Kane  riches — a  noted  stage 
actor  at  his  best. 

Last  but  far  from  least,  Doro- 
thy Comingore  as  Kane's  second 
wife — a  relentless  closeup  of  the 
pretty  woman  who  never  wanted 
to  be  put  on  a  pedestal  and 
finally  walked  out  of  Kane's  life. 
As  Linda  Winters  Miss  Comin- 
gore was  cold-shouldered  by 
Hollywood.  It  remained  for 
Welles  to  discover  and  exploit 
her  unusual  talents.  Ruth  War- 
rick as  the  first  wife  has  dignity 
and  grace  in  a  difficult  role. 


'GREAT  AMERICAN 
BROADCAST" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
FUN! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

It  is  a  companion-piece  to 
"Alexander's  Ragtime  Band" 
and  "Tin  Pan  Alley"  —  if  you 
liked  them,  you'll  enjoy  this  even 
more,  for  its  gay  and  giddy  low- 
down  on  radio  broadcasting  in 
the  '20's. 

It's  so  crammed  with  laughs, 
good  tunes,  fast  dancing  and 
frank  fun,  you  can't  carp  about 
the  trite,  thin  story.  If  you  are  a 
radio  fan  you  will  be  amused  at 
the  adventures  of  the  broadcast- 
ing pioneers  back  in  the  good  (?) 
old  days  of  crystal  sets  and 
static,  with  the  first  coast-to- 
coast  hookup  as  a  climax. 

It's  a  pleasure  to  report  that, 
once  more,  Jack  Oakie  steals  the 
show.  He  is  louder,  bolder,  and 
funnier  than  ever  as  a  wireless 
tinkerer  who  loses  Alice  Faye  to 
John  Payne  but  prospers  in  radio 
and  gags  nevertheless.  .Mr. 
Payne  is  handsomer,  Miss  Faye 
likewise  than  in  other  recent  as- 
signments. Sweet  Alice  looks  her- 
self again  after  her  unhappy 
"Night  in  Rio." 

20th  Century-Fox 


"PENNY  SERENADE" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
APPEALING! 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

You  liked  Irene  Dunne  and 
Cary  Grant  in  "The  Awful 
Truth" — and  now  they're  to- 
gether again  in  this  charming 
picture  which  is  often  as  funny 
cs  that  first  hit,  and  also  grand 
and  weepy — so  bring  out  the 
hankies. 

It  is  sentimental,  yes — but  only 
Ned  Sparks  could  fail  to  be 
moved  by  the  everyday  experi- 
ences of  a  nice,  small-town 
couple  who  adopt  a  baby.  They 
cherish  the  child  until  she  is  six, 
when  she  dies.  Their  adjustment 
to  their  grief  provides  poignant 
cppeal,  and  when  they  adopt  a 
two-year-old  boy  you  can  hear 
the  audience  swallowing  the 
lump  in  its  collective  throat. 

Irene  Dunne  is  just  right  as  the 
wife — she  is  an  irresistible  com- 
pound of  womanly  tenderness 
and  understanding,  always  be- 
lievable as  a  small-town  matron, 
never  reminding  of  the  Holly- 
wood star.  Cary  Grant  is  good 
as  her  husband  despite  his  spec- 
tacular goods  looks  —  imagine 
Cary  cooped  up  in  a  small  town, 
we  can't. 

Columbia 


'ZIEGFELD  GIRL' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
GORGEOUS.' 

SEE  IT  BECAUSE: 

It  is  the  most  lavish  musical 
show  to  come  out  of  Hollywood 
in  a  long,  long  time — M-G-M 
has  gone  "all  out"  in  everything, 
including  girls,  glitter,  scenery, 
stars — and  Jimmy  Stewart. 

It  has  those  spectacular  pro- 
duction numbers  with  eyefilling 
beauties  and  incredible  gowns 
and  smart  songs  which  are  such 
a  feast  to  you  fans  of  this  gaudy 
form  of  film  entertainment — only 
you'd  better  wear  your  smoked 
glasses;  to  watch  not  only  the 
parades  of  the  glorified  girls, 
but  also  to  see  Hedy  Lamarr 
and  Lana  Turner  in  one  film — 
wow! 

Lana  Turner  as  the  tragic 
beauty  of  the  Ziegfeld  girls 
easily  struts  away  with  the  show. 
For  the  first  time  she  has  a 
chance  to  turn  in  a  performance 
rather  than  merely  a  pose,  and 
she  proves  she's  an  actress  as 
well  as  a  sensational  siren.  Judy 
Garland  is  cutest  as  the  am- 
bitious girl,  with  Hedy  Lamarr 
being  so  beautiful  as — ahem  — 
the  domestic  type. 

M-G-M 


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! 


Shyest  "big  star"  of  'em  all,  Gary  Cooper  is  also  the  "sweet- 
est," though  acutely  miserable  under  the  interviewer's  lash. 
But  he  liked  this  interview  and  you'll  know  why  when  you've 
read  it.  At  right,  Cooper  in  his  latest  characterization,  "Ser- 
geant York,"  with  Joan  Leslie.  Far  right,  two  touching  scenes 
from  this  film  of  World  War  I,   based  on  real-life  hero. 


OOP  doesn't  talk  easily  for  publication.  A  modest 
f  man,  he's  never  succeeded  in  persuading  him- 

X,^^  self  that  anything  he  has  to  say  is  worth  printing. 
He  has,  on  the  other  hand,  a  sense  of  responsibility  and 
enough  kindliness  for  a  dozen.  When  people  ask  him  to 
talk,  these  two  sets  of  impulses  clash. 

Six  feet  of  lean,  tanned  brawn,  dressed  in  the  farm 
clothes  of  Sergeant  York — in  which  he  looks  and  feels 
comfortable — he  entered  the  Green  Room,  where  Warner 
players  eat.  He  sat  down,  grinning  that  grin — which  looks 
bashful,  whether  it  is  or  not,  which  breaks  slowly  over 
his  face  as  if  a  candle  had  been  lighted  somewhere  in- 
side— ordered  a  healthy  meal  and  ate.  While  he  was 
eating,  his  hands  were  busy.  When  he'd  finished,  you 
could  tell  by  the  hands  how  things  were  going.  If  they 
were  quiet,  it  meant  that  questions  were  being  held  with- 
in fairly  impersonal  bounds.  If  he  started  twisting  a 
handkerchief  around  them,  it  meant  the  contrary. 

There  are  few  questions  he  refuses  outright  to  an- 
swer. But  he's  so  acutely  miserable  under  certain  lines 
of  inquiry,  that  only  a  sadist  could  resist.  Especially  in 
view  of  his  own  sweet  reasonableness.  "If  I  weren't  in 
the  movies  myself,"  he  said,  "I'd  be  one  of  those  hang- 
ing around  the  studio  gates,  wanting  to  know  all  about 
the  stars." 

Which  supplied  a  solution  and  the  formula  for  this 


story.  Suppose,  Coop,  we  supposed,  you  were  one  of 
those  hanging  around  the  studio  gates.  What  would  you 
want  to  know  about  a  guy  named  Gary  Cooper? 

He  chuckled.  "Now  you've  really  got  your  hooks  in 
me !  Asking  the  questions  and  giving  the  answers  both. 
Is  that  the  idea?" 

That's  the  idea.  Coop,  the  fan,  picked  the  questions — 
more  or  less.  Coop,  the  star,  answered  them.  Drawling, 
hesitant  now  and  then,  but  for  the  most  part  freely.  Once 
in  a  while,  he'd  fold  his  lips  together,  the  grin  would 
break  through,  and  from  under  his  brows  he'd  eye  you 
like  a  kid  who  has  his  own  secret  source  of  amusement. 
That  meant,  let's  skip  it.  For  the  rest,  it  went  something 
like  this : 

COOP — First  thing  I'd  like  to  know  is,  how  did  you 


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Gary  Cooper  told  us:  "If  I  weren't  in 
the  movies  myself,  I'd  be  one  of  those 
hanging  around  the  studio  gates,  want- 
ing to  know  ail  about  the  stars!"  Which 
gave  us  the  idea  for  this  unusual  inter- 
view, in  which  "Coop"  asks  the  ques- 
tions and  Cooper  gives  all  the  answers! 


By  Ida  Zeitlin 


TO 


you  try  your  luck?  I  said,  why  don't  I?  Got  my  first 
extra  job  in  a  Tom  Mix  picture.  That  was  at  the  end 
of  the  silent  era.  Mix  was  making  a  whale  of  a  salary 
every  week — seventeen  thousand  or  something.  I  stood 
there  in  the  crowd,  I  saw  him  come  in,  all  togged  out 
fancy,  ride  up  some  steps,  pick  up  a  girl,  mumble  a  few 
words  and  ride  off.  I  said  to  myself,  this  is  the  business. 
I  can  ride  up  steps  too,  pick  up  a  girl  and  make  my 
lips  move  without  saying  anything.  I  never  saw  myself 
as  a  star.  That's  the  truth,  so  quit  giving  me  the  eye!  I 
thought  maybe  eventually,  with  more  work  and  more 
experience— I  had  plenty  of  trouble  finding  work,  by 
the  way — I  thought  I  might  get  to  playing  heavies,  be- 
ing the  guy  who  comes  round  to  collect  the  mortgage, 
the  guy  that  gets  hissed,  not  kissed. 

COOP — How  come  you  got  changed  around? 

COOPER— Styles  changed. 

COOP — You  wouldn't  want  to  go  into  that  a  little 
further  ? 

COOPER — Nothing  to  go  into.  It's  a  dead  end. 
COOP— Little  shy,  huh?  {Please  turn  to  page  87) 


ever  get  into  the  movies?  Be- 
cause when  you  started,  the 
leading  men  were  all  very  hand- 
some fellows,  and  you  certainly 
can't  class  yourself  as  such.  No 
offense  meant ! 

COOPER— None  taken.  It 
happened  this  way.  I'd  run  into 
cowboys  I  knew  on  Hollywood 
Boulevard.  Fellows  with  big 
hats  who  were  picking  up  a  few- 
odd  bucks,  riding  horses  and 
stuff.  In  those  days,  there  were 
horses  and  cowboys  in  every 
picture.  They  said,  why  don't 


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THAT  "FINISHING"  BUSINESS 


Courtenay 
Marvin 


Thoughts  on  Good  Grooming 


THERE  are  faces  that  can  hold  the  rapt  attention 
like  a  magnet  holds  a  pin.  Often  such  faces  have  not 
one  perfect  feature.  There  are  girls  who  cause  men 
instinctively  and  admiringly  to  turn  their  heads  when 
they  enter  an  elevator  or  walk  along  the  street.  This  is 
not  boldness  but  the  homage  paid  to  loveliness.  Upon 
analysis,  such  girls  have  just  about  what  most  have.  They 
aren't  so  startlingly  different  from  those  who  practically 
must  announce  themselves  before  anyone  ever  sees  them. 
What  makes  this  vital  difference  ?  It  isn't  beauty,  alone ; 
it  isn't  personality ;  it  isn't  any  one  thing  but  a  com- 
bination of  several.  It  is  a  kind  of  white  magic — the  art 
of  putting  yourself  together  perfectly,  so  that  you  make 
a  picture  to  others.  And  it  is  a  great  big  plus  in  favor 
of  the  skirted  group,  whether  eight  years  old  or  eighty. 
It  works  its  same  magic  with  the  boys  and  the  men,  too. 

Maybe  some  are  born  with  this  consummate  art.  But  I 
doubt  it.  I  think  it  is  acquired  like  any  skill.  And  any 
skill  takes  care,  painstaking  care  in  every  detail.  From 
the  French,  we  have  the  word  chic  for  this  perfection 
in  assembling  self.  Here,  we  use  the  words,  good  groom- 
ing. Basically,  it  is  the  result  of  care,  and  without  it, 
you  simply  can't  have  that  look  of  perfection.  You  can't 
make  the  world  stop  and  look  at  you  with  admiration. 

In  Hollywood,  there  are  some  notable  examples  of  this 
art  of  assembling  self.  Foremost,  I  would  name  Irene 
Dunne,  blessed  with  beauty,  yes,  and  a  smile  and  a  voice, 
not  forgetting  figure  and  conversational  ability.  But  not 
one  of  these  assets  alone  would  give  her  a  reputation  for 
chic.  It  is  the  whole  of  them,  packaged  and  perfectly 
wrapped  together.  Then  there  is  Carole  Lombard,  who 
cuts  a  definite  figure  of  distinction.  And  there  is  Claudette 
Colbert  and  there  are  others. 

But,  please  note  that  we  don't  find  so  much  of  this 
particular  quality  among  the  younger  stars  and  players. 
Thev  haven't  it  because  it  takes  time  to  acquire  it.  Every 


girl  and  woman  ought  to  grow  in  good  looks  and  attrac- 
tiveness. Barring  real  decrepitude  through  age,  even  one 
of  us  ought  to  have  something  at  this  time  that  we  didn't 
have  at  the  same  season  in  1940.  Many  women  should 
adjust  their  mental  processes  on  the  subject  of  age.  Too 
many  think  that  after  twenty-six  or  thereabouts  they 
ought  to  begin  to  lose  something.  Perhaps  only  the 
adolescent  girl  with  braces  on  her  teeth,  her  straight 
hair  still  sans  permanent,  a  face  without  the  grace  of  one 
make-up  touch  and  a  figure  much  too  much  or  much  too 
little  has  the  straight  thinking  viewpoint,  "Well,  maybe 
I'll  look  better  when  I'm  older." 

Why  not  start  in  right  now  and  make  time  work  to 
your  benefit  in  good  looks  ?  Look  back  over  the  years,  if 
you  need  inspiration,  and  remember  how  Alice  Faye 
looked  when  she  first  came  to  the  screen ;  how  the 
dramatic  and  stirring  Ida  Lupino  was  a  little  blonde  fluff 
like  dozens  of  others ;  how  the  Oscar-winning  Ginger 
Rogers  was  just  another  good  dancer  striving  for  a  foot- 
hold in  Hollywood.  Look  at  these  girls  today.  Each  has 
acquired  something  special  in  talent  and  in  appearance, 
too.  Time  has  sculptured  the  mould  of  these  personali- 
ties. And  it  applies  to  their  appearance,  also. 

Self-improvement  in  grooming  is  a  course  open  to 
every  one  of  us.  And  Summer  is  a  perfect  time  to  begin, 
because  if  we  don't  care  much  about  our  appearance 
when  the  frost  is  on  the  pumpkin,  we  won't  give  a  good 
hang  with  July  temperatures.  "Doing  it  the  hard  way  is 
the  secret  of  success,"  said  a  big  business  executive  to 
me  recently.  It  seems  to  me,  too,  that  the  girls  who 
graduated  in  June  and  are  looking  forward  to  careers 
might  find  this  a  perfect  time  to  practice  up  on  the  kind 
of  appearance  that  does  open  doors  of  opportunity. 

Since  grooming  is  a  kind  of  orderliness,  then  your 
very  first  step  is  to  inaugurate  some  kind  of  ordered  plan 
for  your  better  looks.  You  (Please  turn  to  page  80) 


Two  studies  of  Irene  Dunne,  as  you  will  see  her  in 
"Unfinished  Business."  Opposite,  lovely,  pensive.  Above, 
gay,  glamorous,  with  admiring  Robert  Montgomery 
and  Preston  Foster.  Such  popularity  is,  indeed,  deserved. 


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Gene  and  Champ  are  a  hit  wherever  they  go,  and  this  story 
tells  you  just  why.  Our  exclusive  new  pictures  show  Gene 
with  young  admirer  on  personal  appearance;  at  home  with  his 
wife;  putting  Champ  through  his  paces;  and,  facing  page, 
greeting  the  crowds  in  Washington,  D.  C,  recently;  working 
on   location;   and   exterior  of  the  Autry  home  in  Hollywood. 


KEEP  it  simple!  After  an  exhaustive 
survey  of  Gene  Autry  from  all  inside 
angles :  his  director,  his  writer,  and 
his  horse,  Champ,  we  come  up  with  this 
Ben  Franklinish  axiom.  Keep  it  simple, 
yes,  but  be  very  careful  that  your  sim- 
plicity is  as  complicated  as  is  that  of 
Autry.  Like  you,  we  have  been  curious  to 
find  the  formula  for  that  cozy  clink  of  gold 
that  constitutes  the  sound  effect  for  the 
Autry  epics.  Any  dunce  can  see  that  the 
guy  has  that  naive  and  simple  charm,  but 
it  is  also  fairly  obvious  that  it  must  take 
more  than  that  to  {Please  turn  to  page  93) 


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Bing  Crosby  looks  anything  but  scared  by 
the  menacing  lethal  weapons  and  makeup  of 
Pat  O'Brien  and  Bob  Hope,  right,  celebrat- 
ing  at  the    Red,    White   and    Blue  Party. 

PITY  the  poor  movie  star  who  is  sensitive 
to  public  opinion.  Qaudette  Colbert  is 
such  a  person.  And  because  of  it,  she  had 
to  forego  a  trip  to  New  York  with  a  party 
of  friends.  Qaudette  confided  that  she'd 
rather  stay  home  than  go  without  her  hus- 
band, Dr.  Joel  Pressman,  who  is  officially 
enrolled  in  the  Navy.  The  last  time  she 
went,  her  entire  days  were  spent  in  denying 
those  separation  rumors. 

UNLESS  her  plans  change  at  the  last 
minute,  Jean  Parker  is  packing  bag 
and  baggage  and  brushing  up  on  her  Span- 
ish. Lucrative  offers  from  South  America, 
too  tempting  to  refuse,  are  pouring  in.  Jean 
is  fed  up  with  Hollywood  and  short-sighted 
producers  who  just  won't  see  her  as  any- 
thing else  but  a  gingham  girl,  with  a  fawn 
snapping  at  her  heels.  Douglas  Dawson, 
Jean's  new  husband,  is  a  member  of  the 
Officers'  Reserve.  He  may  be  called  any 
moment,  which  is  another  reason  why  Jean 
doesn't  want  to  remain  alone  at  "Sands 
Park,"  their  new  ranch  house  in  the  San 
Fernando  Valley. 

WHAT'S  this  about  Dorothy  Lamour 
furnishing  (herself)  a  brand  new 
apartment  out  in  Westwood  Village?  No 
decorator  was  called  in  but  the  delivery 
man  for  a  large  department  store  vouch- 
safed the  information — if  you  want  to  take 
a  delivery  man's  word  for  it.  Dorothy  has 
admitted  that  she  is  tired  of  living  in  her 
Coldwater  Canyon  house,  but  no  one  has 
ever  heard  her  say  that  she  wasn't  living  in 
it.  Looking  ahead,  Dotty? 

ON  THE  set  where  John  Barrymore  is 
king,  the  great  profile  holds  court.  One 
day  there  were  a  bevy  of  beauties  playing 
in  the  scene.  One  in  particular  caught 
John's  eye.  If  she  was  interested  in  his  ad- 
miring looks,  she  showed  no  signs.  Finally, 
they  went  into  the  scene.  Walking  down  a 
long  flight  of  steps,  the  young  lady  caught 
her  heel  in  her  hem  and  almost  tripped. 
Barrymore  rose  to  his  feet  and  ambled  over 
toward  the  girl. 

"Do  you  need  any  help,"  he  inquired  so- 
licitously. 

"I  do  not,"  was  the  frigid  reply.  "But  I 
think  I'd  better  help  YOU." 


Short  Takes  on  Big 
lews  Concerning 
Cinema  Celebri- 
ties. It's  the  Latest 
Lowdown  on  the 
Hottest  Events 


Cinema  s  most  glamorous  queens,  Norma 
Shearer  and  Constance  Bennett,  left  be- 
low, chew  the  rag  animatedly  at  the 
Ambassador.  Quite  in  contrast,  right, 
John  Hubbard  simply  can't  keep  his  mind 
on  his  "She  Knew  All  the  Answers"  lines 
with  temptress  Eve  Arden  carrying  on  so. 
Bewitched,  he  follows  in  her  footsteps. 


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ic«  Weissman 


By 

Weston  East 


Using  her  fan  as  a  foil,  Eve  manages  to 
get  John's  mind  completely  off  the  lines 
of  the  script.  Eve,  below,  appears  a  bit 
overcome  by  John's  handling  of  the  situ- 
ation from  that  point  on.  To  change  the 
subject  Bing  Crosby,  below  right,  ab- 
sorbed in  old-fashioned  slide  at  the 
recent   Hollywood    Guild    charity  party. 

Lett  Weissman 


The  charity  party  held  in  the  Fiesta  Room 
of  the  Ambassador  attracted  Hollywood's 
happiest  marrieds.  Grinning  gleefully, 
left,  the  George  Burns  and  Dick  Powells. 

IT  MAY  have  been  a  publicity  stunt  when 
I  Jane  Russell's  mother  raised  such  a  fuss 
about  certain  poses  that  were  shot.  But  it's 
no  stunt  and  the  Mays  office  aren't  too 
pleased  at  Jane's  well-rounded  out  publicity 
campaign.  So  you  can  imagine  how  much 
success  a  brassiere  company  is  going  to 
have,  trying  to  get  Jane's  bosses  to  endorse 
their  product.  Wonder  what  their  slogan 
is  going  to  be?  At  one  time  there  was  an 
"uplift"  company  on  Sunset  Boulevard.  Its 
window  displayed  this  sign :  "What  God 
has  forgotten,  we  stuff  with  cotton!" 

SOCIETY  note:  Judy  Canova,  who  is 
doing  a  Republic  picture  with  Francis 
Lederer,  is  teaching  him  hill-billy  talk  and 
hog  callin'. 

MERLE  OBEROX  is  a  lady  who  be- 
lieves one  should  indulge  in  whims. 
Being  a  rich  and  famous  movie  star,  she 
naturally  can  afford  to  do  it.  Recently,  she 
vacationed  in  Tucson,  Arizona.  First  she 
fell  in  love  with  a  horse  they  gave  her  to 
ride.  She  bought  it  on  the  spot.  Then  one 
day  she  came  across  a  huge  six  foot  cactus 
plant  growing  in  the  heart  of  the  desert. 
Quicker  than  you  can  say  "Alexander 
Korda,''  she  had  it  dug  up,  boxed  and 
shipped  back  for  her  garden  in  Hollywood. 
Now  all  she  needs  is  a  few  sand  dunes  to 
go  with  it. 

I  T'S  kind  of  cute  on  Carole  Lombard's 
I  part.  Because  she  is  so  happy  living  out 
on  a  ranch,  every  time  someone  has  a 
birthday  she  sends  him  or  her  a  complete 
western  outfit.  Carole  and  Clark  are  look- 
ing for  huge  acreage  in  Northern  Cali- 
fornia. The  Fred  MacMurrays  are  inter- 
ested too.  They  may  buy  together  and  build 
on  adjoining  properties.  The  MacMurrays 
want  to  raise  citrus  fruit.  Clark  and  Carole 
want  to  raise  among  other  things,  cattle. 

IT'S  a  shame  to  spoil  their  secret,  but  they 
'  won't  be  able  to  keep  it  long  in  Holly- 
wood, anyway.  Young  Michael  Ames,  who 
made  quite  a  hit  in  the  New  York  stage 
play,  "My  Sister  Eileen,"  is  now  in  pictures. 
His  studio  doesn't  know  it  but  two  months 
ago  he  married  June  Curtis,  promising 
young  actress. 


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THEIR  best  friends  are  whispering  about 
Nancy  Kelly  and  Edmond  O'Brien.  Ac- 
cording" to  this  source  of  information, 
Nancy  is  very  unhappy  and  a  divorce  is  in 
the  offing.  Originally  they  started  out  in 
life  as  childhood  sweethearts.  After  years 
of  separation  they  came  together  again 
when  Nancy  was  loaned  to  RKO,  to  play 
opposite  Edmond  in  "Parachute  Battalion." 
Then  followed  a  series  of  on-again,  off- 
again  romantic  moments.  Then  an  elope- 
ment to  Yuma. 'The  marriage  is  just  a  few 
months  old  and  if  there  is  trouble,  here's 
hoping  it's  just  of  those  first-year  adjust- 
ment things. 

BESIDES  his  sister's  children,  Ray  Mil- 
land  is  bringing  over  two  other  children 
from  London.  They  will  remain  with  the 
Millands  until  the  war  is  over. 

THAT  feud  between  George  Raft  and 
Edward  G.  Robinson  isn't  publicity  stuff. 
George  was  plenty  peeved  because  Eddie 
constantly  wanted  to  keep  adding  to  his 
own  lines.  According  to  George,  Eddie  was 
talking  all  the  time.  Marlene  Dietrich  re- 
mained neutral,  though  she  certainly  pre- 
fers George's  company  between  shots.  In 
"Man  Power"  you  will  see  a  handsomer 
George  Raft.  Not  only  did  Dietrich  suggest 
new  makeup  changes  for  George,  but  the 
special  lighting  effects  she  insists  on  for 
herself,  make  George  look  like  an  Apollo. 


DESPITE  repeated  denials,  the  rumor  is 
still  prevalent  that  Veronica  Lake  and 
her  brand  new  art  director  husband  aren't 
living  under  the  same  roof.  Her  studio 
denies  it  in  no  uncertain  terms.  His  studio 
representatives  shrug  their  shoulders  in- 
differently and  make  no  attempt  to  affirm 
or  deny. 

HOLLYWOOD  hostesses  have  been  so 
puzzled  at  Hedy  Lamarr's  behavior. 
They  invite  the  lovely  lady,  along  with  John 
Howard,  to  dinner.  Hedy  accepts  eagerly. 
Then  a  few  short  moments  before  serving 
time,  she  calls  up  and  asks  to*  be  excused. 
It's  happened  several  times  and  some  Hol- 
lywood hostesses  vow  they  will  never  ask 
Hedy  again.  There  is  a  good  reason  and 
it's  this.  Hedy  hasn't  been  well  and  is  on 
a  strict  diet.  She's  afraid  of  refusing  invi- 
tations because  she  does  appreciate  being 
asked  and  doesn't  want  to  offend.  Then,  as 
dinner  hour  approaches  she  gets  panicky 
about  her  diet  and  she  doesn't  want  to 
bother  anyone  to  fix  special  food  for  her. 
So  she  decides  not  to  go.  Her  illness  isn't 
serious  and  soon  she  will  be  her  sweet  self 
again. 


Below,  Jackie  Cooper,  Bonita  Granville,  Bob 
Stack  and  Olivia  de  Havilland  at  the  Ambas- 
sador. Pretty  Marjorie  Woodworth,  left, 
dressed  up  and  really  going  places  in  pictures. 


Len  Weissman 

Jerry  Colonna  and  Judy  Canova,  left,  ex 
change  tall  fish  tales  at  the  Hollywood  Browi 
Derby.  Above,  Henry  Fonda  and  Mrs.  Mac 
Murray    register    delight    at    Fred's  quips 

OF  COURSE  it  may  have  only  lookei 
that  way,  but  people  at  surrounding 
tables  were  sure  that  Judy  Garland  did 
slow  burn.  Less  than  a  year  ago  Kathryi 
Grayson  was  a  green  kid  around  the  lot 
Judy  was  just  one  of  the  big  family  an< 
showed  her  the  ropes.  Then  came  the  nigh 
of  "Andy  Hardy's  Private  Secretary.' 
Kathryn  scored  a  great  hit.  After  the  pre 
view  a  supper  party  was  given  at  Ciro's 
Kathryn,  according  to  eye  witnesses,  cam< 
in  with  a  chaperon.  Seeing  Judy  at  a  table 
as  she  passed  her  Kathryn  tweeked  he: 
under  the  chin  and,  said :  "Isn't  it  kind  o 
late  for  little  girls  to  be  out?"  It  seem: 
Judy  no  like. 

OUR  favorite  story  of  the  month.  Philij 
Dorn  (the  darling  of  the  Dutch)  ha; 
been  in  this  country  long  enough  to  hav( 
heard  about  a  story  pertaining  to  a  Httk 
Dutch  boy  who  stuck  his  finger  in  a  smal. 
hole  in  the  dam  and  saved  Holland.  Thi: 
is  supposed  to  be  a  true  story  of  Holland, 
taught  to  all  young  American  boys.  Don: 
went  to  the  library  on  the  M-G-M  lot  and 
asked  if  he  could  read  about  it.  He  had 
never  heard  the  story  before ! 


Len  JVei 


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!  :  igsfders   at  the   Cocoanut   Grove,  Norma 
'nearer  and  Charles  Boyer,  above.  A  different 
**    cort  for  a  different  occasion  seems  to  be 
"ftrJVia's    idea.    Right,    with    Franchot  Tone. 

VITHOUT  doubt,  the  happiest  couple  in 
Hollywood  today  are  Janet  Gaynor  and 
drian.  The  famous  designer  is  completing 
series  of  oil  paintings.  He  will  hold  an 
diibit  in  the  fall.  Janet  has  become  in- 
crested  in  painting  too.  Her  medium  is 
^  f.ter  color.  In  between  dabs  she  is  reading 
kJrt  stories,  books  and  original  scripts. 
,'avid  Selznick  wants  Janet  for  another 
;ture.  If  she  does  one,  it  will  have  to 
;  good  enough  to  tear  her  away  from  her 
;ung  son  Robin.  Janet  wants  to  do  a  love 
ory.  She  feels  right  now  there  is  a  crying 
eed  for  a  great  love  story  on  the  screen. 


»ELIEVE  it  or  not  there  are  some  people 
'  in  the  world  who  don't  think  Mickej* 
.ooney  is  God's  gift  to  humanity.  In  a 
jttle  Beverly  Hills  shop,  famous  for  its 
iX  cream  sodas.  Mickey  and  his  buddies 
-ere  hammering  out  a  new  tune.  Their 
iSusical  instruments  consisted  of  three 
yxms.  a  sugar  bowl  and  a  metal  paper 
apkin  container.  A  party  sitting  in  the 
text  booth  were  so  annoyed,  they  got  up 
i  the  middle  of  their  sodas  and  indignantly 
■aunted  out  of  the  shop.  What's  more,  they 
idn't  pay  their  checks. 


P\  I  RECTOR  Howard  Hawks  and  one 
\r  of  his  writers  were  arguing  as  to  how 
Gary  Cooper  would  play  a  scene.  Gary 
stood  between  the  two,  listening  to  what 
each  had  to  say.  The  argument  grew  longer. 
Gary  sat  down  on  the  ground  at  their  feet. 
Five  more  minutes  went  by.  The  two  men 
reached  a  decision  and  turned  to  explain 
it  to  Gary.  He  was  sleeping  as  peacefully 
as  a  new-born  babe! 

DOB  TAYLOR  got  a  ticket  for  double 
D  parking  on  the  Sunset  Strip.  The  rea- 
son ?  He  saw  a  hat  in  a  milliner's  window 
that  just  cried  out  for  Barbara  Stanwyck. 
Bob  often  picks  out  things  for  his  devoted 
wife.  What's  more,  she  always  wears  em. 

IT  MAY  be  love,  spinach  juice  or  doctor's 
I  orders.  Anyway,  Greta  Garbo  has  a  new 
health  habit  and  a  pretty  one  it  is.  For  one 
hour  daily  at  two  or  three  minute  inter- 
vals, the  celebrated  Sphynx  stops  every- 
thing and  proceeds  to  stand  on  her  head. 
What's  more,  she  balances  beautifully. 
We're  not  advising  this  procedure  for  what 
ails  you.  but  for  Greta  it  is  supposed  to  aid 
her  in  digesting  her  food. 

Freddie  Brisson  and  Cary  Grant,  below,  center 
their  rapt  attention  upon  Rosalind  Russell.  A 
scene,  right,  from  "Broadway  Limited"  with 
Marjorie   Woodworth    and    Dennis  O'Keefe. 


I  T  MAY  not  be  a  hot  romance,  but  they 
'  look  awfully  cute  together.  Who  do  we 
mean?  Why  Ouspenskaya  and  Rudy  Yallee 
of  course.  One  day  Rudy  walked  in  on 
Madame's  school  quite  unexpectedly.  He 
stayed  and  watched  the  classes  at  work. 
Then  he  invited  "Oospy"  to  come  to  his 
next  broadcast.  Rudy,  by  the  way,  should 
look  much  different  in  his  next  picture. 
Most  gals  would  give  their  best  mink  to 
have  his  wavy  hair.  But  the  famous  crooner 
hates  it  and  has  found  a  Hollywood  beauty 
parlor  that  has  a  special  process  for 
straightening  curly  hair.  It's  quite  a  head- 
ache having  it  done,  but  worth  it. 

THE  crew  out  at  20th-century  who 
worked  with  Jack  Oakie  have  more  than 
one  reason  for  thinking  he's  just  about 
tops.  This  particular  studio  starts  produc- 
tion at  eight  o'clock  in  the  morning.  All 
of  which  means  that  actresses  have  to  arise 
at  five.  This  gets  them  into  the  studio 
makeup  department  at  six.  It  takes  two 
hours  for  them  to  sit  under  driers,  get 
made  up,  dressed,  etc.,  to  be  read3r  by  eight. 
The  men  who  wear  makeup  have  to  be  in 
the  makeup  chair  by  seven.  Jack  doesn't 
have  to  sit  under  a  drier  and  he  doesn't 
wear  makeup.  But  he  warned  them  that 
it  would  be  a  nine  o'clock  call  for  him  and 
nine  o'clock  it  was.  As  a  result,  everyone 
else  got  to  sleep  an  hour  later  too. 


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yOU  won't  be  seeing  Ida  Lupino  for 
awhile  on  the  screen.  After  she  finishes 
"Ladies  in  Retirement"  (her  first  picture 
with  husband  Louis  Hayward),  Ida  is  plan- 
ning a  six  months'  rest  for  herself.  Two 
years  ago  "mad  Idsy"  couldn't  get  a  job 
for  love  nor  money,  in  Hollywood.  Now 
her  mother  and  family  are  frankly  worried 
over  the  way  she  is  over-taxing  herself  to 
fill  all  the  roles  demanded  of  her.  On 
"Gentle  People''  it  didn't  help  any  working 
for  Anatole-  Litvak.  Players  complain  bit- 
terly because  this  director  makes  them  re- 
peat scenes  again  and  again  in  relentless 
fashion.  Ida  had  terrific  emotional  scenes. 
Being  forced  to  work  herself  into  an  hyster- 
ical state  so  many  times  caused  'her  agony. 


BETTE  DAVIS  is  a  young  woman  who 
throws  a  fit  when  she  sees  talent  going 
to  waste.  Pamela  Caveness,  her  singing 
protegee,  is  now  in  a  local  light  opera  com- 
pany. Bette  backed  part  of  the  enterprise. 
Now  it's  Alex  Morison,  brother  of  Patricia 
Morison,  who  is  rating  the  Davis  raves. 
Bette  heard  him  sing  at  the  "Scheherezade" 
and  is  telling  everyone  in  town  what  a 
sensation  he  is.  Bette  thinks  Alex  should 
be  on  the  air  where  he  would  be  appre- 
ciated by  millions  of  listeners.  It  may  hap- 
pen too,  because  Bette  knows  how  to  bring 
things  about.  By  the  way,  when  Patricia 
dines  at  "Scheherezade,"  it  isn't  only  to 
listen  to  brother  Alex.  She  also  likes  to 
listen  to  "Gogi,"  who  manages  the  place. 


Sitting  pretty  and  pretty 
looking  is  Martha  O'Dris- 
coll,  left,  posing  in  the  very 
latest  swim  fashion.  It's  a 
one  piecer,  two-way  stretch 
lastex,  designed  to  give  line 
lure.  Martha  is  busy  work- 
ing on  "Her  First  Beau." 


**** 


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SOONER  or  later  it  had  to  hapr< 
When  Sydney  Guilaroff,  who  whips 
hair-dos  for  the  M-G-M  stars,  gave 
party,  he  invited  Jeffrey  Lynn  and  ffl; 
garet  Hayes.  He  also  invited  Doris  Carn 
the  very  attractive  actress  who  now  ru 
a  "Sweater  Bar"  in  Beverly  Hills.  Do 
and  Jeff  used  to  make  a  beautiful  pictu 
together  once  upon  a  time.  Now  it  seei 
to  be  Margaret  who  has  the  in,  there.  T 
two  girls  were  introduced  and  after  a  fi 
strained  moments,  everything  was  fine.  E 
cept  that  Doris  doesn't  like  Jeff's  n< 
moustache  and  told  him  so.  Margaret  dc 
like  Jeff's  new  moustache.  Jeffrey?  It  jt 
tickles  him. 

GEORGE  RAFT  ain't  foolin'  when 
tells  everyone  that  he's  had  more  f 
with  Betty  Grable  and  likes  her  better  th 
any  other  girl  he  has  ever  known.  One 
his  gifts  was  a  topaz  pin  to  match  ea 
rings  and  a  ring  Betty  already  owni 
When  she  was  in  the  hospital  for  two  da 
with  wisdom  tooth  trouble,  George  call 
both  days.  One  day  he  brought  her  a  jf 
eled  compact.  The  next  day  a  jeweled  cig 
rette  case  to  match.  They  dine  a  lot 
George's  house,  play  gin  rummy  and  Bet 
now  has  George  going  of  all  places  (a 
cording  to  George) — to  the  movies! 

ONCE  a  girl  who  couldn't  be  budg 
from  her  Brentwood  Heights  hon 
Joan  Crawford  has  now  leased  her  c  I 
friend  Jean   Dixon's   apartment  in   N<  j 
York.    Joan    and    her    adopted    daught : 
Christine  intend  remaining  away  until  st ' 
dio  work  calls   her   back  to  Hollywo 
again.  "A  Woman's  Face"  is  rumored 
be  Joan's  best  picture  to  date.  For  one  pa , 
ticular   sequence,    director   George  Cuk' 
achieved  an  unusual  result.  He  wanted  Jo 
to  speak  in  a  low,  dull,  monotonous  voic 
Somehow  Joan  always  managed  to  injt ' 
too  much  feeling  and  color.  Finally,  Cuk 
had  her   recite  the   multiplication  tabh 
over  and  over  again.  When  her  voice  h 
become  so  tired  and  uninspiring  from  t 
monotone,  it  was  then  Cukor  had  her 
her  lines.  The  effect  was  sensational. 

THE  news  that  Norma  Shearer  has  foui 
'  a  romantic  interest  in  society's  Rona 
Balcolm,  is  welcome  news  to  several  grou 
of  people  who  touch  her  life.  Norma's  i 
timate  friends  feel  that  she  has  been 
onely  woman,  despite  her  world  of  a 
tivity.  Then  there  are  the  fitters,  millinei 
tailors  and  seamstresses,  who  are  workii 
on  the  clothes  Norma  will  wear  in  her  ne 
picture.  By  experience  they  have  leani' 
that  Norma  is  in  no  hurry  to  get  home 
night,  if  there  isn't  a  date  waiting.  Instea 
she  comes  in  and  casually  fits  her  thin; 
until  seven  or  eight  in  the  evening.  Devoti 
as  they  are  to  the  star,  they've  had  the 
fill  of  studio  life,  come  nightfall. 


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TOLD  diggers  please  note!  Randy  Scott 
J*  now  has,  not  one,  but  two  mines  that 
■fc  rich  with  ore.  Between  them  and  the 
te  salary  he  is  now  commanding  out  at 
|h-Century  studios,  Randy  is  literally 
irth  more  than  his  weight  in  gold.  His 
ierest  in  June  Duprez  was  just  one  of 
t>se  passing  things.  Right  now  he  is  heart 
;^ole  and  fancy  free  (Randy  is  still  mar- 
jd  to  Marion  Dupont,  you  know).  Playing 
posite  the  youthful  Gene  Tierney,  Randy 
fls.  makes  him  feel  a  bit  like  a  nice 
e::dly  ogre. 

f/KR  since  her  appendectomy  Olivia  de 
Havilland  has  had  to  count  her  calories, 
ie's  never  felt  better  in  her  life,  but  her 
pr.eraman  and  designer  aren't  so  pleased. 
i:ig  a  determined  young  lady,  she'll  soon 
J  her  sylph-like  self  again.  In  the  mean- 
rne,  she's  seen  here  and  there  with  Fran- 
p-  Tone  and  Jock  Whitney.  She's  also 
5;."  knitting  woolen  sox  that  are  sus- 
fiously  close  to  Jimmy  Stewart's  size, 
mid  it  be  that  our  Olivia  is  putting  one 
tr  on  us? 

tiE  lovable  Jack  Oakie  loves  to  kid  peo- 
ple, sometimes  with  startling  results, 
ir.ing  alone  one  night  at  the  Brown  Derby, 
ck  was  approached  by  a  lady  tourist  who 
gisted  that  it  was  her  birthday  and  Jack 
1st  stop  by  her  booth  and  have  a  drink. 
Te  rotund  comedian  (who  has  been  on 
b  -wagon  for  months)  looked  the  lady 
care  in  the  eye  and  said :  "Thank  you 
iy  much,  lady,  but  I  never  drink.  You 
p.  ■  I'm  strictly  on  narcotics."'  The  poor 
prnan's  eyes  popped  and  with  the  most 
rrified  look,  she  fled  from  the  place. 

ILL  during  their  broadcast  Jack  Benny 
*  kept  handing  Phil  Harris  a  series  of 
legrams.  Jack  would  mouth  the  words  to 
e  audience,  "Alice  Faye."  The  audience 
red  it  and  poor  Phil  couldn't  put  down 
5  script  long  enough  to  read  a  single  line, 
len  they  wrent  off  the  air,  Phil  tore  open 
envelopes.  He  discovered  the  dummy 
•r.tents  and  realized  it  was  all  a  rib. 


VS 


fOULD   Madeleine   Carroll's  visit  to 
Nassau  have  anything  to  do  with  Cap- 
on Richard  de  la  Roziere  being  stationed 
:'ne  Bahamas,  doing  special  commissioned 
ork  for  the  Government?  Madeleine  ain't 
?lkra',  so  your  guess  is  as  good  as  ours. 

li.dy  Vailee  and  Helen  Parrish,  right,  in  a 
=ne  from  "Too  Many  Blondes."  And  be- 
3w,  Rudy  apparently  with  time  on  his  hands 
il-  no    bionde.    Rudy   ail  alone — tut,  tut! 


** 

1 

Spencer 
Tracy  and 
lovely  La  n  a 
Turner,  right, 
as  they  look 
in  M-G-M's 
latest  version 
of  "Dr.  Jekyll 
and  Mr. 
Hyde,"  Ste- 
ve n  s  o  n  s 
weird  story  of 
a  man's  split 
personality. 


THERE  won't  be  a  lawsuit  and  Basil 
Rathbone  should  be  very  grateful.  Mrs. 
Fred  Astaire  and  a  friend  were  playing 
golf  at  a  country  club.  Suddenly  without 
warning,  a  bull  terrier  came  charging  at 
them,  biting  Mrs.  Astaire  once  and  her 
friend  twice.  The  dog  was  a  highly-prized 
pet  of  the  Rathbones.  The  bites  weren't  too 
serious,  but  the  ladies  haven't  been  as 
scared  since  they  last  saw  Basil  doing  his 
sinister  stuff-  on  the  screen. 

BILL  HOLDEX  has  had  five  months  on 
salary,  waiting  to  start  his  next  picture. 
During  all  this  time  he  felt  fine.  The  day 
before  he  started,  he  had  a  terrible  sinus 
attack.  Also,  the  night  before  he  had  been 
over  calling  on  his  sweetheart  Brenda 
Marshall.  The  next  morning  Brenda  dis- 
covered her  little  girl  had  chicken  pox. 
Well,  true  love  never  runs  smooth.  Brenda 
gets  her  final  in  June,  so  she  and  Bill 
should  be  prepared  to  weather  all  die  rough 
spots  together.  This  quiet  and  unassuming 
pair  certainly  have  all  of  Hollywood's 
blessings. 


IT'S  Bill  Gargan's  story  about  Dave 
•  Chasen's  first  Hollywood  premiere.  Pass- 
ing the  popular  restaurant  and  noting  all 
the  searchlights  out  in  front  Bill  pulled 
over  to  the  curb.  Seeing  Dave  Chasen 
beaming  in  the  doorway.  Bill  called  out  to 
him.  In  answer  to  his  inquiry,  Chasen 
replied : 

'"They  have  premieres  for  new  markets 
and  oil  stations.  I  decided  to  have  a  pre- 
miere too.  I've  just  opened  a  new  men's 
rest  room!" 

THERE  was  a  very  good  reason  why-  the 
I  Melvyn  Douglases  turned  down  all  invi- 
tations on  a  certain  Sunday  afternoon. 
Their  house  guest  was  none  other  than 
Eleanor  Roosevelt  who  was  lecturing  in 
town  at  die  time.  For  once  Hollywood 
wasn't  invited  and  it  didn't  turn  out  to  be 
a  field  day  for  the  cameramen.  Melvyn 
wanted  his  famous  visitor  to  have  a  day 
of  peace  and  quiet 

TDDIE  ALBERT,  who  hasn't  been  too 
C-  happy  with  the  similarity  of  his  roles, 
is  asking  for  his  release  from  Warner 
Brothers.  When  and  if  he  gets  it  Eddie 
will  be  able  to  choose  from  propositions 
offered  by  every  studio  in  Hollywood.  He 
wants  to  free  lance  for  awhile,  which  would 
give  him  more  time  to  spend  with  the  love- 
ly  Beverly  Holden. 

HOLLYWOOD  is  wondering  about  the 
marital  status  of  Karen  Morley  and 
Charles  Yidor.  For  many  months  Karen 
has  remained  in  the  east  her  son  being 
with  her.  Yidor.  who  is  directing  "Ladies 
in  Retirement"  for  Columbia,  is  seen  din- 
ing here  and  there  with  beautiful  Evelyn 
Keyes.  Xot  so  long  ago,  Evelyn,  who  hails 
from  Adanta.  was  under  personal  contract 
to  C  B.  De  Mille.  Not  only  did  C.  B. 
supervise  all  her  publicity,  but  he  wouldn't 
allow  her  to  use  red  nail  polish,  or  slacks 
in  public. 


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kitchen  all  fixed  up  with  gay  curtains  and 
all  the  gadgets  there  were  in  the  world. 
And  time  rushed  on,  it  had  to  rush  to  keep 
up  with  Tom. 

Soon  there  was  a  baby  in  her  arms  and 
it  looked  exactly  like  Tom  and  it  spoke 
exactly  like  him  too,  a  hundred  percent  go- 
getter  even  if  it  had  just  been  born.  And 
there  was  Tom  rushing  in  to  her  with  the 
news  of  more  promotions  coming  as  regu- 
larly and  on  the  dot  as  the  news  programs 
on  the  radio.  There  were  presents  with  each 
promotion  too.  "Junior  executive,  executive 
salesmanager"  meant  a  washing  machine  all 
done  up  in  cellophane.  "Senior  executive, 
executive  district  supervisor"  meant  a  fur 
coat  plus  another  baby,  also  the  image  of 
Tom.  "Assistant  president"  meant  a  Frigi- 
daire  and  another  baby  with  Tom's  face  and 
voice,  so  now  there  were  three  sons  on  the 
cheering  line  to  shout  "Yeah,  Pop"  every 
time  Tom  dashed  in  with  another  promo- 
tion. 

"You  see,  Janie,"  Tom  crowed.  "All  we 
have  to  do  is  to  cultivate  the  right  people. 
We  have  to  make  a  good  impression." 

"Good  impression,  good  impression," 
Janie  mused.  "Will  you  have  another  cup  of 
tea,  Mrs.  Burton?"  Good  impression.  Good 
impression.  And  Mrs.  Burton  answered, 
beaming  at  her  charm  and  graciousness. 
"If  I  can  influence  my  husband  in  any  way,' 
I  shall  influence  my  husband  in  any  way." 
Good  impression.  Good  impression.  Even 
the  good  impressions  were  rushing  the  way 
Tom  was. 

Another  baby,  the  fourth  this  time,  and 
Mr.  Burton,  the  president,  promoted  Tom 
to  be  president  and  Tom  fired  him.  Good 
impression.  Good  impression.  And  then  Tom 
came  in  smiling  and  for  once  it  wasn't  his 
usual  smile  but  one  that  reminded  Janie  of 
somebody  else. 

"Janie!  I've  been  promoted!"  he  shouted. 
"I'm  president !" 

"Yes,  I  know,"  Janie  said.  "I  was  there." 

"No,"  Tom  bellowed  exuberantly.  "I'm 
president  of  the  United  States !"  And  he 
smiled  again  and  now  Janie  knew  whose 


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smile  it  was.  Roosevelt's,  of  course ! 

Janie  sat  up  in  bed  and  thumped  her  pil- 
low vigorously  to  make  it  more  comfort- 
able. So  that  was  what  being  married  to 
Tom  would  be  like. 

"Well,"  she  said  judiciously.  "It's  not 
bad,  it's  not  bad  at  all.  But  I  don't  know, 
I  don't  know." 

Of  course,  Janie  didn't  have  her  engage- 
ment ring  yet.  Tom  was  the  sort  who  would 
have  to  make  sure  of  a  girl's  answer  before 
he  invested  in  one,  but  she  might  as  well 
have  been  wearing  it  when  she  walked  into 
the  telephone  exchange  the  next  morning. 

She  had  the  look  of  a  girl  just  engaged, 
a  little  superior,  a  little  smug  and  very, 
very  mysterious.  A  look  that  said,  "See, 
somebody  loves  me !  Somebody  asked  me 
to  be  his  wife.  Guess  who  ?" 


DICK 


Gertrude,  who  sat  next  to  her  at  tl 
board  and  was  her  confidante  and  frien 
saw  it  right  away.  "Aw,  Janie,  come  o 
tell  me!"  she  urged  as  she  plugged  in 
call.  "You're  not  fair.  If  I  had  a  seen 
I'd  tell  you." 

"Can't  you  wait  another  coupla  minute 
till  we're  off  duty?"  Janie  asked  reasonab 
enough  as  she  put  through  a  long  distan 
call  that  was  going  all  the  way  to  Ne 
York  through  Chicago.  A  person  to  pers< 
call  for  Miss  Brenda  Whitney  on  one  ei 
from  Ridiard  Hamilton,  Junior,  on  t! 
other. 

"Richard  Hamilton,  Junior!"  Janie  whi 
pered  awed.  Gee  whiz,  he  was  the  son 
the  most  important  man  in  town,  a  m. 
Hotwire!   Her   pop   was   foreman  in  h 
father's  factorv.  Richard  Hamilton,  Senk 


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"TOM,  DICK  AND  HARRY" 

RKO-Radio  Picture.  Produced  by 
Robert  Sisk.  Directed  by  Garson  Ka- 
nin.  Original  story  and  screenplay  by 
Paul  Jarrico.  With  the  following  cast : 

Janie  GINGER  ROGERS 

Tom  GEORGE  MURPHY 

Harry  BURGESS  MEREDITH 

Dick  ALAN  MARSHAL 

Mom  JANE  SEYMOUR 

Pop  JOE  CUNNINGHAM 

Babs  LENORE  LONERGAN 


N 


f HARRY 


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had  paid  her  rent  and  bought  her  clothes 
and  fed  her  all  her  life  and  now  he  was 
even  responsible  for  her  getting  married. 
For  it  was  those  thirty  cars  he  had  bought 
from  Tom  which  had  irude  him  ask  her 
last  night.  "R.  J.  Hamilton's  son !"  she  re- 
peated dazed.  ''Wonder  what  he  looks  like? 
Did  you  ever  see  him?" 

"No,  but  I  saw  his  car  yesterday."  Ger- 
trude chewed  vigorously  on  her  gum.  "You 
shoulda  seen  it.  About  a  mile  long.  One  of 
those  foreign  cars  with  a  double-talk  name." 

Richard  Hamilton,  Junior,  calling  a  girl 
all  the  way  to  New  York.  Gosh,  he  must 
be  crazy  about  her.  Wasn't  that  Brenda 
something  or  other  a  lucky  girl  though ! 

"I  wonder  what  he's  saying?"  Janie  whis- 
pered. 

"Why  don't  you  listen,  you  dope  ?"  Ger- 


trude asked. 

"Ooooh,  no,  I  wouldn't  dare."  Janie  cast 
an  agonized  glance  at  the  supervisor.  "Be- 
sides, I'm  engaged  to  Tom  now,"  she  added 
virtuously.  Then  she  clapped  her  hands 
over  her  mouth.  "Oh,  I  told  you  the  secret !" 
she  gasped  weakly. 

They  talked  about  it  later  and  at  great 
length  when  they  were  waiting  for  the  bus 
that  evening  and  even  though  Janie  still 
wasn't  sure  she  was  doing  the  right  thing, 
it  was  very  heartwarming  to  see  Gertrude's 
open  envy.  But  even  at  that  she  couldn't 
help  thinking  of  the  rich  boy  in  the  movie 
last  night  who  had  proposed  to  the  poor 
girl.  Why,  it  was  just  as  if  Richard  Hamil- 
ton, Junior,  had  asked  her.  And  it  was  at 
that  moment,  just  as  she  was  thinking  his 
name,  that  she  saw  the  first  star  overhead. 


Continuing  our  fictionization  of  Ginger 
Rogers'  sprightly  new  screenplay,  we 
present  more  pictures  illustrating  the  ro- 
mantic story.  Here  you'll  find  the  star 
in  various  scenes  with  her  three  hand- 
some leading  men — she's  wooed  by  Tom 
(George  Murphy),  Harry  (Burgess  Mer- 
edith)   and   Dick    (Alan  Marshal). 

Now,  Janie  had  never  been  able  to  resist 
wishing  on  the  first  star  and  she  certainly 
couldn't  resist  now.  She  closed  her  eyes  and 
repeated  the  "Star  light,  star  bright,  first 
star  I  see  tonight,"  jingle  under  her  breath 
and  she  had  no  sooner  finished  and  opened 
her  eyes  again  than  she  saw  the  car,  the 
big  foreign  car  with  the  double-talk  name 
and  the  free  and  easy  young  man  in  the 
comfortable  open-at-the-throat  polo  shirt, 
sitting  at  the  wheel.  It  must  be  Richard 
Hamilton,  Junior.  Only  a  millionaire's  son 
would  dare  go  around  looking  that  way  as 
if  he  hadn't  combed  his  hair  in  months.  And 
when  she  looked  up  at  the  star  it  seemed 
to  wink  right  at  her. 

"Hello,"  she  said  quickly,  before  the  light 
would  change  and  the  car  be  purring  cn  its 
way  again.  Then  he  looked  at  her  and  she 
looked  at  him  and  one  of  those  things  hap- 
pened, those  things  you  can't  explain,  like 
an  electric  shock  dancing  up  and  down  your 
spine  and  it  didn't  seem  forward  or  strange 
or  anything  when  Janie  went  right  over  to 
the  car  and  opened  the  door  and  slipped 
into  the  front  seat. 

"'I'm  sorry  if  I  seemed  fresh,"  Janie  said 
then.  "You  see,  it's  all  on  account  of  the 
star.  You  know,  T  wish  I  may,  I  wish  I 
might  have  the  wish  I  wish  tonight.'  " 

"Oh,  sure,  sure,"  the  young  man  said, 
without  understanding  at  all  and  Janie  felt 
quite  crushed  when  she  saw  the  glance  he 
gave  her  as  if  he  were  wondering  whether 
it  was  safe  for  her  to  be  out  alone.  So  she 
managed  to  sound  very  haughty  and  as  if 
she  were  giving  a  taxi  driver  her  address 
when  she  told  him  where  she  lived.  Only 
when  they'd  gotten  to  the  house  and  she  was 
standing  on  the  curb  again  she  felt  as  if  she 
couldn't,  she  just  couldn't  let  all  this  go  out 
of  her  life  without  another  try. 

"You  think  I'm  just  terrible,  don't  you?" 
she  said  wistfully.  "We'll  probably  never  see 
each  other  again  and  you  never  will  under- 
stand." 

The  young  man  sat  up  at  that.  "What  are 
you  doing  tonight?"  he  asked. 

"Oh,"  Janie's  eyes  widened.  "I  didn't 
mean — " 


A  memorable  moment  in  a  man's  and  a 
dog's  life  occurred  when  Deanna  Durbin  pre- 
sented Private  Everett  Scott  with  "Mickey." 


"I  know  you  didn't,"  he  grinned  as  if  he 
were  wise  to  her.  "I'm  just  impulsive.  Eight 
o'clock  all  right?" 

"Sure,"  Janie  whispered  dazzled.  "Golly !" 

Eight  o'clock  and  a  million  things  to  do 
before  she  could  get  ready  for  a  date  like 
this !  Mom  ironed  out  her  best  dress  as  she 
took  a  shower  and  even  Pop  was  impressed 
and  Babs,  her  kid  sister,  was  running 
around  in  circles. 

"What  are  you  gonna  do  for  shoes?"  she 
asked  practically.  "Can't  use  the  one  Tom 
drank  root  beer  out  of  on  New  Year's  Eve! 
Maybe  Rose  Kraus'll  lend  you  hers.  I'll  run 
over  and  get  them."  Rarely  ever  had  Janie 
received  such  wonderful  cooperation  from 
the  family. 

Well,  at  last  she  was  dressed,  what  with 
the  help  of  the  neighbors  and  all,  and  then 
there  was  a  ring  at  the  door  and  the  young' 
man  was  there.  It  started  out  so  wonder- 
fully, even  if  he  didn't  have  a  car  along 
because  he  said  he  didn't  have  the  money  for 
gas  and  suggested  maybe  they  take  a  street 
car.  Janie  laughed  and  laughed  at  his  sense 
of  humor.  Then  she  laughed  again  when  he 
said  he  was  short  that  week  and  only  had 
a  dollar  and  eighty  cents  to  spend. 

"You  talking  of  being  broke,  after  driv- 
ing that  big  car  down  Main  Street  today," 
she  giggled  happily. 

"But  that  wasn't  mine,"  he  explained. 
"I  was  just  delivering  it  to  young  Mr. 
Hamilton.  I'm  a  mechanic  down  at  Slater's 
Garage." 

Janie  felt  as  if  she  just  couldn't  stand 
it,  having  her  dreams  topple  around  her 
like  this.  And  that  star,  what  a  double- 
crossing  two-timer  it  had  turned  out  to  be ! 
Before  she  quite  realized  what  she  was 
doing,  she  slapped  him  right  across  the 
cheek.  "That's  for  trying  to'  pick  me  up!" 
she  explained. 

The  young  man  started  laughing  at  that 
and  his  laugh  was  so  gay  and  lighthearted 
Janie  couldn't  help  but  chime  right  in  with 
him.  And  after  he'd  told  her  his  name  was 
Harry  and  she'd  told  him  hers  was  Janie  it 
was  just  as  if  they  had  been  friends  for  a 
long,  long  time. 

"Come  on,"  he  said  then.  "I'm  gonna  show 
you  the  greatest  time  you  ever  had  on  a 
dollar  eighty  cents." 

And  the  funny  thing  was,  he  did.  Janie 
had  never  had  so  much  fun  in  her  life,  going 
to  the  penny  arcade  with  him.  playing  pin 
games,  turning  on  the  juke  boxes  and  put- 
ting a  penny  in  the  mechanical  Gypsy  for- 


tune teller  in  the  slot  marked  "How  will  I 
know  the  man  I  love  ?" 

Then  the  same  cracked,  metallic  voice 
which  had  just  told  Harry  he  would  have 
three  children  and  which  Janie  was  pretend- 
ing was  real  and  not  coming  over  a  phono- 
graph at  all  began  speaking  tonelessly  and 
in  rhyme : 

"When  you  kiss  the  man  you  love, 
Bells  will  ring  in  Heaven  above." 

Janie  giggled  at  that,  but  she  took  it  a 
little  more  seriously  than  she  pretended  to. 
After  all,  no  bells  had  ever  rung  when  she 
kissed  Tom. 

After  that  Harry  took  her  to  a  phono- 
graph store  where  they  danced  to  the  rec- 
ords he  had  asked  to  listen  to  and  then 
when  the  clerk  began  frowning  at  them  he 
took  her  bowling.  It  just  went  on  and  on 
as  if  it  would  never  stop  and  Harry  must 
have  been  a  nice  guy  because  he  had  so 
many  friends.  Every  place  they  went  there 
was  someone  shouting  "Hi,  Harry !"  to 
him. 

Then  when  they  went  into  a  hamburger 
joint  for  a  cup  of  coffee  Harry  grinned 
at  her.  "Whoever  gave  you  the  idea  a  girl 
like  you  could  marry  a  millionaire?"  he 
asked. 

"You're  taking  a  lot  for  granted."  Janie 
glared  at  him.  "How  do'  you  know  what 
kind  of  a  man  I  want  to  marry?" 

"Picking  up  a  guy-  in  a  big  car,  for  in- 
stance," Harry  laughed.  "But  you  ought  to 
know  you  can't.  It's  a  simple  matter  of 
arithmetic.  Not  enough  millionaires  and  too 
many  girls  like  you.  And  why  should  the 
rich  go  slumming?  Plenty  of  smart,  good- 
looking  dames  in  their  own  set.  So  you  see, 
you  got  one  chance  in  a  million.  And  that 
leaves  girls  like  you  for  fellows  like  me." 

"I  never  heard  such  reasoning  in  all  my 
life,"  Janie  said  indignantly.  "Every  day 
you  hear  about  girls  who  marry  rich  fel- 
lows. Every  day.  It's  in  all  the  books  and 
all  the  magazines  and  all  the  newspapers. 
And  there's  nothing  wrong  with  it  either. 
After  all,  it's  as  natural  for  a  girl  to  want 
to  make  a  good  marriage  as  it  is  for  a  boy 
to  want  to  get  ahead.  It's  as  though  I  were 
to  say  to  you,  'Don't  be  ambitious,  don't 
try  to  be  somebody,  don't  believe  in  suc- 
cess !'  " 

"But  I  don't  believe  in  success,"  Harry 
said.  "I  don't  believe  in  scratching  and 
biting  and  climbing  over  people." 


"But  you  wanna  have  money,  don't  you?" 
Janie  asked  amazed.  "You  wanna  do  things, 
like,  well,  like  tonight.  If  you  didn't  have 
that  dollar  eighty  we  wouldn't  have  had 
such  a  good  time." 

"Aw,  I  coulda  showed  you  just  as  good 
a  time  for  nothing,"  Harry  grinned.  "I'd 
take  you  swimming,  fishing.  Lots  of  ways. 
I  just  wanna  make  a  living,  but  I  wanna 
live  at  the  same  time.  Trouble  with  ambi- 
tion is  it  gives  people  the  jitters.  Makes  'em 
worry.  After  awhile  they  don't  think  of 
anything  else.  Worrying  and  scheming, 
worrying  and  scheming,  that's  all  they  do 
all  the  time." 

He  paid  his  check  and  Janie  couldn't 
help  seeing  he  had  only  a  nickel  left,  but 
it  didn't  seem  to  bother  him.  They  walked 
home  and  on  the  way  Harry  stopped  beside 
a  stalled  car  and  before  the  astonished 
owner  could  say  a  word  he'd  found  out  what 
the  trouble  was  and  fixed  it. 

"No,  siree,"  he  said  then,  just  as  if  he 
hadn't  interrupted  his  conversation  at  all. 
"Being  ambitious  does  things  to  you  in- 
side. Makes  you  lie,  makes  you  cut  peo- 
ple's throats,  makes  you  kiss  the  boss's  ear. 
And  you  don't  pick  your  friends  because 
you  like  'em  but  because  maybe  they  can 
do  you  some  good." 

"I  think  you're  wrong,"  Janie  said  em- 
phatically. "You  see,  I've  been  going  steady 
with  a  fellow  named  Tom.  Works  for  Bur- 
ton Motors.  He's  ambitious,  and  he's  not 
hypocritical  and  mean  and  miserable  at  all. 
He's  a  very  nice  boy  and  he's  gonna  get 
somewhere  too.  And  it  so  happens  I'm 
thinking  of  marrying  him." 

"Maybe  you  ought  to  marry  me  instead," 
Harry  said.  "How  about  it,  Janie?  I've 
been  looking  for  the  right  girl  all  along  and 
you've  been  looking  for  the  right  guy  too. 
or  you  wouldn't've  stepped  into  that  car  to- 
day." 

"You  can't  use  that  for  an  argument," 
Janie  said  indignantly.  "It  wasn't  your 
car !" 

"Aw,  Janie,  you're  wonderful,"  he 
grinned.  "You're  warm  and  you're  wise  and 
you're  lovely  and  you're  silly  and  you're 
everything  I've  ever  dreamed  of.  And  if 
you  say  'yes,'  you'll  never  be  sorry  because 
I'll  take  you  fishing  every  day." 

"Well,"  Janie  said  flabbergasted,  and  she 
was  glad  they  had  come  to  her  house  for 
she  felt  so  bewildered  she  just  had  to  sit 
down  on  the  steps.  "I  think  we  ought  to 


"Laddie"  passed  away  when  his  master,  Private  Scott,  volunteered  for  Uncle  Sam's  Army. 
Deanna  Durbin,  shown  with  Scott,  bought  him  another  Airedale  to  take  "Laddie's"  place. 


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know  each  other  better  before  we  discuss 
it  any  more." 

"But  I  tell  you  I  do  know  you !"  Harry 
said  and  then  he  sat  down  beside  her  and 
kissed  her.  And  from  somewhere  up  above 
a  bell  seemed  to  ring  and  the  tinkling  notes 
floated  in  mid  air,  vibrant  and  suspended. 
And  Harry  must  have  heard  it  too,  because 
he  kissed  her  again. 

"If  you  want  to  consider  yourself  engaged 
to  me,  I  guess  you  can,"  Janie  whispered. 
"Only  I  think  maybe  we  better  keep  it  a 
secret." 

"Look."  Harry  was  smiling.  "I'll  see  you 
tomorrow  night,  huh  ?" 

"Oh,  no!"  Janie  came  down  to  earth  with 
a  crash.  "I  have  a  date  with  Tom.  You  know 
I  can't  just — " 

"No,  sure,"  Harry  said.  "Well,  I'll  call 
you." 

Janie  couldn't  stop  remembering  that  kiss. 
She  held  her  fingers  against  her  lips  as  if 
she  were  holding  it  on  her  mouth  as  she  lay 
in  bed.  And  then  she  was  off  to  the  skies 
again  and  dreaming  as  only  Janie  could 
dream.  Only  this  time  it  was  Harry  who 
stood  beside  her  in  front  of  a  justice  of  the 
peace,  and  he  was  still  dressed  in  that  out- 
rageous polo  shirt  of  his  and  with  his  hair 
all  unruly. 

"And  so,"  the  justice  was  saying.  "Be- 
cause that  leaves  girls  like  you  for  fellers 
like  him,  do  you  take  this  man  to  be  your 
lawful  wedded  husband?"  And  then  after 
Harry  had  made  his  responses  too,  he  went 
on,  "I  now  pronounce  you  man  and  wife 
and  Janie,  I  think  you're  making  a  big  mis- 
take." 

Then  Harry  was  picking  her  up  in  his 
arms  and  carrying  her  across  the  threshold 
of  their  new  home.  It  was  a  shanty,  but  such 
a  charming  shanty,  it  looked  more  like  a 
stage  set  than  a  place  on  the  wrong  side  of 
the  tracks.  And  though  things  went  leisurely 
with  Harry,  the  babies  kept  coming  too, 
three  of  them,  wasn't  that  how  many  the 
fortune  teller  had  said?  and  they  all  looked 
like  Harry,  with  their  hair  standing  on  end. 
Then  there  was  all  of  them  going  fishing 
and  the  kids  who  didn't  want  to  be  success- 
ful either  playing  hookey  and  going  along. 
And  at  last  there  was  the  night  when  Janie 
and  Harry  were  sitting  in  a  haystack  kissing 
each  other  and  they  heard  the  radio  an- 
nounce that  the  Pile  of  Dough  program  was 
ringing  their  telephone  to  award  them  ten 
thousand  dollars,  but  Harry  was  kissing  her 


so  hard  he  didn't  even  stir  when  the  tele- 
phone rang. 

"But  Harry,  please,"  Janie  protested. 
"Ten  thousand  dollars." 

"I  don't  believe  in  it,"  Harry  said  and 
kissed  her  again. 

But  the  next  night  he  came  home  all 
excited.  "Janie,  Janie,"  he  shouted.  "I've  got 
great  news  for  you.  I'll  never  have  to  go 
to  work  again.  W e  can  go  fishing  every  day. 
I  just  lost  my  job !" 

He  laughed  and  the  kids  started  jumping 
for  joy  and  even  Janie  didn't  worry  any. 
That  was  what  being  married  to  Harry  did 
to  a  girl ! 

Janie  felt  all  mixed  up  as  she  turned  over 
on  her  side  and  tried  to  get  to  sleep.  She 
just  couldn't  make  up  her  mind  if  all  the 
wonderful  things  about  a  future  with  Harry 
would  be  quite  worth  the  bad.  Being  en- 
gaged to  two  men  hadn't  solved  anything 
at  all. 


Maybe  it  would  all  right  itself,  Janie 
thought,  the  next  evening  as  she  came 
home  from  work.  Maybe  being  with  Tom 
again  would  make  her  know  her  own  mind. 
But  he  called  the  moment  she  came  into 
the  house,  breaking  their  regular  Wednes- 
day night  date  because  he  had  to  give  a 
demonstration  for  a  customer.  So  of  course 
when  Harry  called  to  tell  her  he'd  been 
able  to  get  a  car  from  a  friend,  she  didn't 
see  any  reason  why  she  shouldn't  go  out 
with  him. 

Only  it  turned  out  there  ivas  a  reason, 
a  big  one.  For  when  she  met  Harry,  there 
he  was  sitting  in  the  car  Tom  was  demon- 
strating and  when  he  saw  Janie  he  looked 
madder  than  she  had  ever  thought  Tom 
could  look.  So  Harry  was  the  prospect  for 
whom  he'd  given  up  a  date  with  her !  Well, 
she'd  show  him;  she  wouldn't  tell  him 
that  Harry  didn't  even  have  a  dollar  eighty 
in  his  pocket  since  he'd  spent  it  all  the 
night  before  and  she  couldn't  help  that 
grudging  admiration  for  Harry  and  the 
way  he'd  managed  to  get  his  date  with  her 
after  all.  He  was  a  go-getter  himself  in 
his  own  unambitious  way. 

So  Janie  thought  it  was  all  very  amus- 
ing to  have  Tom  drive  them  around,  giv- 
ing a  big  sales  talk,  for  evidently  he 
wasn't  going  to  let  a  little  thing  like  Janie 
stand  in  the  way  of  a  sale.  But  after 
Harry  had  asked  him  to  drive  them  out  to 
Inspiration  Point  she  couldn't  help  that 
little  giggle. 

"He  couldn't  even  afford  to  buy  a 
scooter,"  she  said. 

"But  I  can."  Harry  insisted.  "I  have  a 
keen  scooter.  Paid  spot  cash  for  it !" 

It  was  too  much  for  Tom.  As  if  it  hadn't 
been  bad  enough  to  see  his  own  Janie 
two-timing  him  with  someone  else,  here 
the  customer  he  was  taking  for  a  ride  had 
taken  him  on  a  different  kind  of  a  ride. 

"We're  always  happy  to  bring  people 
out  here,"  he  said  as  he  swung  the  car 
to  a  stop  right  on  the  edge  of  Inspiration 
Point.  "Because  we  know  how  many  mem- 
ories a  place  like  this  can  hold." 

He  gave  Janie  a  look  then,  a  look  that 
said  she'd  broken  his  heart  and  he'd  never 
forgive  her,  never,  and  opened  the  door 
with  a  polite  flourish  and  beckoned  to 
them  to  get  out.  "This  is  where  you 
wanted  to  go,  isn't  it?  Drop  in  and  see  us 
again  some  time,  won't  you?  Maybe  some 


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"Unfinished  Business"  was  interrupted  when  James  Cagney  and  Ralph  Bellamy 
visited  the  two  leading  male  stars,  Robert  Montgomery  and  Preston  Fos- 
ter, on  the  set.  These  boys  have  a  lot  in  common:  good  looks,  fine  actors. 


evening  when  you  and  the  young  lady 
have  time  for  another  drive." 

"I  don't  like  his  attitude,"  Harry  said  as 
thej' -stood  watching  the  car  drive  away. 
"He's  a  sorehead.  Tell  him  you  have  a 
scooter  and  he  goes  all  to  pieces." 

"That's  not  the  reason,"  Janie  said  smugly. 

"Oh,  I  know  the  reason,  all  right."  Harry 
looked  glum.  "He's  so  jealous  he  can't  see 
straight.  He  acts  like  you're  engaged  to 
marry  him." 

"How  long  we  gonna  stand  here  and  talk 
about  it?"  Janie  was  getting  irritated.  "Do 
you  realize  how  far  we  are,  how  long  it'll 
take  us  to  walk  home  ?" 

"If  you  like,  we  can  stay  right  here  and 
establish  Harryville,"  Harry  grinned. 

"Oh,  you  make  me  sick!"  Janie  was  past 
the  point  of  thinking  him  amusing.  "You 
and  your  corny  jokes!  What's  so  funny 
about  being  stranded  in  the  middle  of  no- 
where ?  What's  so — " 

She  stopped  suddenly  as  she  saw  a  car 
easing  out  of  the  place  where  it  had  been 
parked.  It  was  the  car  with  the  double-talk 
name.  She'd  have  recognized  it  anywhere 
and  sitting  on  the  front  seat  was  a  man  who 
looked  as  if  he  were  really  Richard  Hamil- 
ton, Junior,  and  snuggling  up  beside  him 
was  a  girl  Janie  recognized  as  the  usherette 
at  the  movie  theater. 

"Hi'ya,  Mr.  Hamilton,"  Harry  yelled,  and 
the  first  thing  Janie  knew  he  had  managed 
to  get  a  ride  home  for  them. 

Of  course,  it  wasn't  much,  but  it  was  a 
beginning,  even  though  young  Hamilton 
hadn't  said  anything  a  girl  could  tie  her 
dreams  to.  After  all,  they  had  been  intro- 
duced and  who  knew  what  could  happen 
after  that  ?  Anything  at  all,  Janie  told  her- 
self fervently  as  she  got  ready  for  bed.  Just 
anything  at  all. 

And  this  time  she  didn't  have  to  moor 
her  dreams  to  reality.  Janie  could  just  see 
it  happening,  the  headlines  telling  of  their 
marriage,  the  two  delightful  children,  of 
course  there  wouldn't  be  more,  the  rich  don't 
go  in  for  big  families.  And  what  a  wonder- 
ful hostess  Janie  made,  moving  graciously 
among  her  guests  and  talking  horses  and 
music  and  literature.  It  was  a  pretty  picture 
and  Janie  loved  it,  every  minute  of  it. 

"Darn   it,"   she   whispered,   giving  her 


pillow  an  extra  pummelling.  "If  I  have  to 
break  every  law  ever  written,  I'm  going  to 
make  this  vision  a  reality !" 

But  the  next  morning  there  was  Dick's 
call  to  Brenda  coming  through,  just  as  it 
did  yesterday  and  the  day  before  and  the 
day  before  that.  Only  this  time  Janie  couldn't 
control  her  desire  to  listen  in.  After  all,  she 
had  a  right,  didn't  she?  She'd  met  Dick, 
some  day  she  might  even  be  engaged  to  him. 
Quickly  she  stuck  the  plug  in  the  board  and 
held  her  breath. 

"Aw,  honey,"  Dick  was  saying.  "This 


long  distance  lovin'  isn't  healthy.  Why  don't 
you  and  me  meet  in  Chicago  tonight?  I 
can't  fly  all  the  way  to  New  York,  but  if 
you  meet  me  better  than  half  way  we  can 
make  an  evening  of  it." 

"Your  invitation  is  actually  insulting," 
Brenda  said  then.  But  that  didn't  fool  Janie. 
She  knew  how  girls  liked  to  be  coaxed  and 
if  she  didn't  do  something  quick,  Dick  would 
coax  Brenda.  Janie  hesitated  only  a  minute 
before  she  broke  the  connection. 

Both  of  them  thought  the  other  one  had 
hung  up  and  when  the  connection  was  put 
through  again  they  were '  so  furious  that 
they  started  shouting  at  each  other  and 
before  there  was  a  chance  of  them  making 
up  Janie  cut  them  off  again. 

"I'm  sorry,  Mr.  Hamilton,"  Janie  said 
then  in  her  best  voice-with-a-smile  manner. 
"Your  party  seems  to  have  hung  up  again. 
Would  you  like  me  to  try  the  number  once 
more,  or  would  you  like  me  to  try  another 
one?  We've  got  an  awful  lot  of  them  down 
here." 

"Say,"  Dick  laughed,  "you  sound  almost 
human.  What  about  your  number?  Do  you 
look  as  good  as  you  sound?" 

"You  ought  to  know,"  Janie  said  demure- 
ly. "Remember  the  party  you  picked  up  last 
night?  Janie?  The  hitchhiker?" 

"Oh,  Janie,"  he  said.  And  then  came  the 
part  that  made  Janie  pinch  herself  so  that 
she  would  know  it  was  really  happening 
and  not  a  part  of  one  of  her  dreams  at  all. 
"How'd  you  like  to  fly  to  Chicago  with  me 
tonight?" 

"In  an  airplane?"  Janie  whispered.  "Chi- 
cago ?" 

"Chicago,  Illinois !"  Dick  assured  her. 

It  was  real  and  it  was  happening.  First 
the  plane  ride  high  up  above  the  clouds,  so 
high  the  stars  seemed  to  be  nestling  in 
Janie's  hair.  Then  afterwards  there  was 
dinner  high  up  on  a  terrace  overlooking  the 
city  and  Lake  Michigan  and  there  was  real 
champagne  and  Janie  drank  it  down  quickly 
so  Dick  wouldn't  know  she  had  never  even 
seen  any  before.  And  it  was  funny  how 
everything  became  even  more  wonderful 
after  that.  Why,  when  Dick  bought  her 
orchids,  anyone  would  have  thought  he  had 
just  given  her  a  million  dollars. 

"Janie,    you're    delightful,"    Dick  said. 


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"You're  charming  and  you're  beautiful,  and 
when  you  see  something  thrilling,  why — 
you're  thrilled.  Most  people  are  bored  stiff. 
The  ones  I  know  anyway.  They're  jaded. 
All  except  you." 

"That's  funny,"  J.anie  said,  feeling  as  if 
the  glow  in  her  stomach  was  spreading  all 
through  the  room.  "And  you  know  what? 
I'm  not  even  married." 

"Cigarette?"  Dick  said  then,  and  for  the 
first  time  his  voice  sounded  cautious.  But 
Janie  didn't  care.  She  was  having  too  good 
a  time.  And  when  they  were  flying  home 
again  she  took  off  the  corsage  he  had  given 
her  and  flung  it  overboard. 

"Looka  me,"  she  said  happily.  "I'm  throw- 
ing away  orchids !"  And  then  she  opened 
her  bag  and  took  out  the  money  that  was 
in  it.  It  wasn't  much,  but  it  would  do,  she 
thought,  as  she  scattered  that  over  the  side 
too.  "And  look !  I'm  throwing  away  money 
too !" 

They  both  began  laughing  then  and  Dick 
started  asking  her  riddles  and  finally  she 
took  a  deep  breath  and  decided  to  ask  him 
a  riddle  too.  "I  got  one,"  she  said.  "This'll 
jus'  destroy  you.  Now  listen,  you  say  to  me 
'Will  you  marry  me?'  Go  on." 

"All  right,"  Dick  laughed.  "Will  you 
marry  me?" 

"Yes !"  Janie  cried  triumphantly.  Then 
she  was  sorry  when  she  saw  the  blank  look 
on  Dick's  face.  "You  can  back  out  if  you 
want  to,"  she  said  slowly.  "I  guess  I  tricked 
you." 

"But  the  funny  thing  is,"  Dick  said, 
sounding  as  if  he  were  surprised  himself, 
"it's  probably  a  wonderful  idea.  Would  you 
really  marry  me?" 

"Would  you  really  ask  me?"  Janie  said 
wistfully  and  then  she  knew  he  would,  even 
if  he  didn't  answer  her,  for  he  took  her  in 
his  arms  and  Janie  felt  her  heart  had  reached 
right  up  to  the  stars  themselves. 

There  wasn't  anyone  like  Dick,  Janie 
thought  happily,  as  he  helped  her  into  the 
big  car  waiting  at  the  landing  field.  Why, 
even  though  they  had  come  down  from  the 
clouds  and  were  on  solid  ground  again  and 
the  sunrise  was  chasing  the  moon  and  stars 
clear  out  of  the  skies,  he  was  being  just  as 
sweet  and  romantic  as  ever.  She  would  have 
known  he  was  the  only  man  in  the  world 
for  her  if  Tom  and  Harry  hadn't  been 
waiting  for  her  when  the  car  stopped  at 
her  house. 

They  were  sitting  on  the  porch  steps  and 
they  looked  as  if  they  had  been  waiting  all 
night  and  when  she  saw  them  her  heart 
began  going  through  settingup  exercises  all 
over  again.  For  seeing  them  all  together 


like  that  she  knew  she  loved  them  all,  the 
whole  three  of  them.  And  it  was  awful  after 
that,  with  the  three  of  them  fighting  over 
who  she  really  was  engaged  to.  Janie  didn't 
know  what  to  do  except  sit  down  on  the 
steps  and  cry  as  if  she  could  never  stop  cry- 
ing again. 

"I  know  I'm  acting  awfully  confused," 
she  sniffled.  "But  that's  only  because  I'm  so 
confused.  Golly,  everybody's  confused,  the 
whole  world.  You're  all  so  wonderful  I  just 
don't  know  what  to  do!" 

They  didn't  know  what  to  do  either,  ex- 
cept to  try  to  comfort  her  in  their  different 
ways  and  the  more  they  tried,  the  sweeter 
they  were  and  that  only  made  more  con- 
fusion. 

"I'll  tell  you  what,"  Tom  said  then.  "You 
think  it  over  tonight  and  then  in  the  morn- 
ing we'll  all  come  to  breakfast  and  you  can 
tell  us  which  one  you  really  want." 

But  it  wasn't  as  simple  as  that,  Janie 
thought,  as  she  got  into  bed.  She  put  all  the 
dreams  together  and  still  they  didn't  make 
sense. 

"If  I  could  only  marry  the  three  of  them," 
she  thought  wistfully.  "The  four  of  us 
would  make  a  lovely  couple." 

She  must  have  fallen  asleep  then  without 
knowing  she  did  at  all,  for  the  next  thing  she 
knew  she  heard  their  voices  downstairs  in 
the  dining-room.  Tom's  voice,  how  certain 
it  was,  why,  a  girl  could  depend  on  a  voice 
like  that  for  the  rest  of  her  life.  It  would 
have  been  easy  to  decide  then  if  she  hadn't 
heard  Harry,  Harry  who  didn't  take  any- 
thing seriously  at  all,  who  could  make  her 
laugh  at  anything.  But  there  was  that  other 
voice,  Dick's  voice,  the  voice  with  the 
golden  ring  to  it,  the  voice  she  had  dreamed 
of  all  her  life. 

And  in  just  a  minute  she  would  have  to 
decide.  Which  one?  Golly,  the  very  thought 
made  her  tremble.  But  she  couldn't  wait  any 
longer.  Her  future,  the  whole  three  of  them, 
was  waiting  for  her,  and  she  had  to  make 
up  her  mind.  Janie  took  a  deep  breath  and 
walked  slowly  down  the  stairs. 

WHICH  OF  THE  THREE  MEN  SO 
MUCH  IN  LOVE  WITH  HER  DOES 
JANIE  CHOOSE?  SEE  OUR  NEXT  ISSUE 
FOR  THE  ANSWER!  WE  WILL  GIVE  YOU 
THE  ROMANTIC  SOLUTION  TO  GINGER 
ROGERS'  PROBLEM— WILL  THE  LUCKY 
MAN  BE  GEORGE  MURPHY,  ALAN  MAR. 
SHALL,  OR  BURGESS  MEREDITH? 
DON'T  MISS  THE  NOVEL  ENDING  OF 
THIS  GAY  FICT IONIZATION. 


It's  the  ecstatic 
moment  after 
they  whispered 
their  "I  Do's." 
Deanna  Durbin, 
a  vision  in  her 
beautiful  wed- 
ding gown,  smiles 
happily  into  hus- 
band  Vaughn 
Paul's  eyes. 


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and  the  moon 
and  the  music 


OU  ...  in  a  dream  of  a  dress  floating 

over  the  polished  floor,  with  the  entire 
stag  line  at  your  heels! 

It  was  wonderful .  .  .  all  of  it.  So  now 
you  rush  upstairs  to  wake  up  Sis  and 
give  her  your  confidential  report . . .  share 
your  triumph. 

After  all,  it's  her  triumph,  too.  She's 
taught  you  a  lot  of  things  .  .  .  put  you 
wise  to  some  glamour  hints  that  made 
all  the  difference. 

Doesn't  she  get  the  credit  for  suggest- 
ing that  camellia  for  your  hair  —  and 
then  producing  nail  polish  that  exactly 
matched  ? 

And  wasn't  it  Sis  who  taught  you  how 
to  make  your  eyes  look  bigger  with  a 
touch  of  eyebrow  pencil  in  the  corners? 

Remember  the  time  you  had  that  lit- 
tle personal  talk  about  Kotex  Sanitary 
Napkins  ? 

She's  pointed  out  that  your  secret  is 


safe  with  Kotex,  because  those  flat, 
pressed  ends  can't  make  telltale  outlines, 
even  under  the  most  clinging  dress.  The 
carefree  confidence  it  gave  you  to  learn 
about  the  "Safety  Shield"  in  each  Kotex 
was  worth  a  fortune  in  itself. 

Incidentally — it  might  be  a  very  sound 
idea  to  take  her  advice  about  trying  the 
three  sizes  of  Kotex :  Junior — Regular — 
Super.  Certainly,  you're  the  only  one 
who  can  tell  which  size  is  exactly  right 
for  you.  And  all  three  sell  at  the  same 
low  price. 


All  in  all,  you're  a  pretty  lucky  girl 
to  have  a  sister  like  that  .  .  .  she's  on 
your  side.  Let  her  know  you  appreciate 
her  .  .  .  and  her  help. 


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Are  Movie  Stars  Nuts? 


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compare,  and  you'll  realize  we're  less  in- 
hibited and  there  are  fewer  neurotics  among 
us.  It's  a  funny  fact,  but  when  you're  most 
natural  you're  usually  shocking ! 

"People  who  are  tied  down  to  routine 
envy  others  who  are  free  to  "take  advantage 
of  sudden  breaks,  and  I  don't  blame  them. 
But  even  so  that's  no  sound  excuse  for  pan- 
ning us.  We  risk  our  reputation  with  every 
new  picture,  every  time  we  lay  ourselves 
open  for  possible  criticism.  That's  gambling 
on  our  own  ability. 

"Hollywood  is  a  town  of  oddities.  That's 
why  I  prefer  it.  I  hate  the  prosaic.  I'm  an 
individualist.  I  want  a  series  of  adventures. 
I  don't  want  to  crawl  into  a  little  niche 
where  nothing  can  ever  upset  or  challenge 
me.  I'll  take  anyone's  challenge. 

"Let's  nail  down  those  cracks  about  Hol- 
lywood. There's  no  security  for  an  actor, 
you've  heard.''  Joel  shrugged  his  wide 
shoulders,  handsomely  tweeded.  "Pin  that 
down.  In  the  first  place,  in  these  days  there 
is  no  security  for  anyone,  anywhere.  In 
the  second  place,  I  don't  believe  grabbing 
for  all  the  money  you  can  grab  is  so  smart. 
Recently  I  decided  not  to  team  with  Claud- 
ette  Colbert ;  it  would  have  boosted  my 
bank  account,  but  not  my  health  and  I 
needed  a  vacation.  I  didn't  know  what  pic- 
ture I'd  land  instead.  But  I  was  'nutty.'  And 
in  the  long  run  got  the  swellest  role  I've 
ever  had,  in  'Reaching  For  the  Sun.'  " 

Joel  is  one  of  the  better-fixed  stars, 
financially.  "But  I  don't  live  on  a  budget !" 
he  exclaimed.  "Being  that  precise  would  be 
too  much  grief.  I  just  save  half  my  movie 
earnings  and  then  relax  by  making  the 
remainder  stretch.  My  main  object  in  life 
is  to  live.  The  details  are  always  secondary. 
And  I  want  my  living  to  be  flexible.  I  refuse 
to  tie  myself  in  knots.  I'm  open  for  sugges- 
tions, not  to  be  nice  but  because  I  value 
opinions,  in  proportion  to  their  source.  Then 
I  go  on  and  do  what  I  decide  for  myself 
means  the  most  living. 

"From  the  budgeteer's  slant,  I'm  cuckoo. 
But  I've  solved  my  saving  problem.  From 


the  snobs'  viewpoint,  I'm  ridiculous.  I  drive 
a  Ford  station  wagon  when  I  could  own  a 
more  expensive  car.  I  don't  do  it  to  be  hum- 
ble, to  pose  as  ultra-democratic,  nor  because 
I'm  stingy,  nor  to  attract  attention.  It's 
easier  for  me  to  operate  and  is  more  useful 
to  me,  that's  all.  If  I  had  eight  million  dol- 
lars I  still  wouldn't  hire  a  valet.  He'd  be 
more  bother  to  me  than  help.x  I'd  keep 
feeling  that  if  I  had  to  have  my  clothes  laid 
out  I'd  better  stay  in  bed.  But  I'm  broad- 
minded,  completely  so.  It  seems  quite  nat- 
ural that  someone  like  Herbert  Marshall 
would  have  'a  man'  at  his  beck  and  call.  If 
he  didn't,  he'd  be  missing  a  convenience  he 
can  afford.  Catch  on  why  I  prefer  Holly- 
wood? Every  man  to  his  own  tastes  out 
here ! 

"I  don't  do  things  to  dazzle,  either,  no 
matter  how  publicity-crazy  some  folks  claim 
we  are.  I  know  you  can't  please  everyone. 
I  believe  it's  best  to  please  yourself,  make 
your  own  standards.  I  want  to  depend  on 
my  performances  to  hold  my  fans ;  I  don't 
bother  to  put  on  a  front  and  get  by  without 
one.  This  isn't  blarney,"  Joel  emphasized, 
steel  blue  eyes  flashing.  "I've  never  so  much 
as  been  tempted  to  buy  a  limousine,  a  yacht, 
or  a  race  horse.  I  like  to  swim,  but  I  don't 
long  for  a  boat  because  I  get  seasick. 
Johnny  Weissmuller  argued  me  into  a  slight 
cruise  and  a  quarter-mile  from  shore  I  got 
sick,  which  proved  to  Johnny  I  didn't  want 
a  yacht,  as  I'd  said.  I've  always  had  horses, 
have  twenty-five  on  my  ranch,  but  I  have 
no  interest  in  racing  and  no  urge  to  bet 
with  my  money.  When  Liz  Whitney  sent 
me  a  fine  thoroughbred  I  didn't  race  him. 
'Nutty' — ?  Sure,  we  all  are,  in  our  varied 
ways.  And  it's  wonderful ! 

"Every  young  married  couple  should  want 
to  buy  a  house,  according  to  all  slogans.  I 
owned  my  ranch,  with  a  ranch  house  on  it. 
I'd  never  moved  about,  loved  roots.  But 
Frances  had  never  lived  in  one  house  more 
than  six  months  at  a  time,  so  we  compro- 
mised. The  ranch  is  our  permanent  anchor- 
age, and  we  spend  about  three  months  out 


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Frances  Dee,  in  private  life  Mrs.  Joel  McCrea,  gazes  out  of  the  sitting-room  window  of 
their  San  Fernando  Valley  home.  The  long  and  graceful  French  Directoire  couch  blends 
beautifully  with  the  other  furnishings.  The  simply-designed  fireplace  adds  warmth  and  color. 


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Joel  McCrea  samples  his  home-grown  fruit. 
This  is  the  kind  of  life  Joel  goes  for  be- 
tween engagements.  Horses  are  his  hobby. 

of  the  year  there.  We  have  never  bought  a 
home  in  Hollywood  and  don't  intend  to  ;  we 
rent  and  move  frequently.  We  blunder.  We 
took  one  house  because  I'd  liked  the  swim- 
ming pool  and  then  the  pool  leaked  out  dry 
every  two  weeks.  We  chose  another  place 
because  I  was  entranced  at  the  sight  of 
steam  heat  in  California.  Spur-of-the-mo- 
ment surface  choices  are  antidotes  to  dull- 
ness, though. 

"If  movie  stars  appear  'nutty'  it's  because 
they  know  they  do  not  have  to  conform  to 
trite  legends.  They  skip  to  the  core  of  liv- 
ing. You've  got  to,  to  bring  color  and  zip 
to  yourself.  The  penalty  is  a  lot  of  mis- 
understanding ;  but  isn't  it  better  to  be  mis- 
interpreted than  to  be  a  wallflower? 

"Hollywood  glamor  is  based  on  exag- 
geration; no  doubt  of  that.  Both  our  nice- 
nesses  and  our  faults  are  built  up.  Cut 
through,  however,  and  what  do  you  find? 
Take  the  so-called  high-hat  stars,  for  Case 
1.  Why,  they're  victims  of  their  own  in- 
feriority complexes !  I  know  Katharine 
Hepburn  is  panned  because  she's  snooty  to 
the  press.  But  I  know  too,  that  she's  a  swell 
sport.  You  see,  when  she  first  came  to  Cali- 
fornia I  was  under  contract  to  RKO  and 
I  was  the  one  sent  by  the  publicity  depart- 
ment to  greet  her  at  the  station  in  Pasadena. 
A  cameraman  went  along  to  film  our  meet- 
ing. I  thought  it  was  pretty  odd.  But  I  was 
an  employee,  so  I  beamed  and  attempted 
to  act  as  though  I  did  it  everyday.  She  took 
it  in  perfect  stride,  never  batted  an  eye  and 
was  as  gracious  as  could  be.  Hepburn  tem- 
peramental? Maybe,  when  she  has  a  cause 
to  be. 

"You  have  to  check  up  for  yourself  to 
be  convinced.  When  I  was  in  college  we 
used  to  sneer  at  George  Raft.  In  our  esti- 
mation he  was  a  night-club  drunk,  a  slicker. 
But  when  I  got  back  to  Hollywood  and  got 
acquainted  with  George  he  turned  out  to  be 
quiet,  extremely  polite,  and  he  neither 
drinks  nor  smokes  out  of  camera  range 

"Myths  spread  so.  Glib  explanations  of 
what  a  pipe  it's  been  for  so-and-so.  I  was 
amazed  at  what  I  heard  about  myself.  When 
I  got  into  the  swing  of  things  here  it  was 
said  I  was  the  play-boy  son  of  wealthy 
parents.  I  did  go  to  school  with  Louis  B. 
Mayer's  daughters,  and  they  invited  me  to 
dinner,  and  I  was  still  Hollywood's  most 
unsuccessful  extra !  My  father  was  no  more 


than  a  well-to-do  business  man  and  I  cer- 
tainly counted  on  earning  my  living.  I  don't 
enjoy  anything  if  I  haven't  worked  for  it, 
and  I  don't  complain  because  hard  work 
and  personal  contacts — not  pull — have  taken 
care  of  me  fairly. 

"Movie-making  is  hard  work,  and  you've 
got  to  deliver  box-office  worth  to  last.  Per- 
sonal contacts  mean  everything,  here  and 
everywhere  else.  Social  invitations  were  a 
help  when  I  started  because  by  being  among 
those  present  I  convinced  some  people  I 
must  have  something.  DeMille  was  suffi- 
ciently impressed  to  get  me  my  first  contract, 
at  M-G-M,  and  to  test  me  for  a  part  in  a 
picture  of  his.  I  didn't  get  the  role,  I  got  no 
others,  and  soon  as  C.B.  left  the  lot  I  was 
fired.  Through  William  LeBaron  I  got  a 
smile  on  my  face  again;  DeMille  wasn't 
more  than  casually  interested  until  years 
had  lapsed  and  I  was  experienced  enough  to 
act  a  lead  for  him.  LeBaron  got  me  a 
similar,  lowly  stock  contract  at  RKO.  Then, 
for  eleven  months,  I  wasn't  assigned  even 
so  much  as  a  bit  part.  One  day  a  total 
stranger,  William  Sistrom,  a  producer  I 
didn't  know,  saw  me  standing  around.  He 
said,  'You  look  like  an  actor.'  I  retorted,  'I 
suspect  I  can  be  one.'  He  put  me  into  my 
first  lead.  . 

"Why  not  make  it  a  point  to  know  the 
leaders  in  your  business?  I  do,  and  I  get 
roles  I  couldn't  rate  because  of  my  past 
performances,  or  through  my  agent,  as  a 
result.  The  influential  leaders  are  glad  to 
find  you  are  sincerely  eager  as  to  why  they 
tick,  and  how.  I've  never  yet  worked  under 
Frank  Capra's  direction,  but  I  want  to.  I 
secured  my  break  with  producer-director 
William  Wellman  by  visiting  at  Capra's 
one  night.  Somehow  Wellman  got  an  en- 
tirely new  idea  of  me  at  that  personal  meet- 
ing, and  his  impression  of  me  gave  him  the 
notion  of  casting  me  as  he  visualized  me. 
But,"  added  Joel  firmly,  "that's  a  lot  of 
hooey  about  movie  stars  being  party-mad. 
Frances  and  I  don't  give  big  parties,  not 
because  we  disapprove  of  them,  but  when 
we  invite  one  couple  to  dinner  we  can  have 
a  keen  visit. 

"A  Beau  Brummell  of  Hollywood  tag 
was  once  circulated  for  my  asserted  benefit. 
I  did  date  sophisticated  actresses  before  I 
married  Frances  because  I  was  anxious  to 
learn  what  sophistication  is.  I  didn't  drink 
or  smoke.''  (Does  the  boy  next  door  have 
nerve  enough  to  remain  that  "nutty"?)  Joel 
was  often  ill-at-ease,  but  he  had  ideals  about 
his  physique  and  gradually  could  banter 
with  the  best  of  them.  "I  drove  a  second- 
hand Dodge  and  their  limousines  didn't 
scare  me  into  dipping  into  the  half  of  my 
earnings  I  was  bent  on  saving.  I  didn't — 
and  I'll  bet  this  sounds  crazy  enough  for 
you — meet  the  present  King  of  England 
when  he  visited  Hollywood  because  I  didn't 
have  the  proper  tails  to  wear  and  didn't 
want  to  rent  badly-fitting  clothes.  I  sent 
Gloria  Swanson,  who'd  asked  me  to  be  her 
escort  to  the  affair  for  the  distinguished 
prince,  my  regrets. 

"Whether  or  not  movie  actresses  are  up 
to  society  girls  is  a  bandied-about  question," 
Joel  continued.  "I  went  with  society  girls 
and  they  are  not  as  sincere,  not  any  nicer, 
no  more  to  be  admired  than  actresses.  Fur- 
thermore, society  girls  put  on  much  more 
pretense  and  prissiness.  Actresses  say  what 
they  think.  They're  never  artificial,  except 
when  they  feel  they  must  be  because  of 
their  careers.  Most  of  the  actors,  for  that 
matter — fellows  like  Gable,  Tracy,  and 
Cooper — are  as  regular  as  any  white  collar 
men,  cowboys,  or  oil  workers. 

"You  shed  a  lot  of  hesitations  when  you 
work  in  Hollywood.  You  learn  to  express 
your  emotions,  which  is  great  stuff  for  the 
nerves.  Both  Frances  and  I  came  from  con- 
servative families.  There  was  a  wall  of  re- 
serve about  us.  So  it  took  us  four  or  five 
years  longer  than  the  average  player  to 


break  down  that  handicap  of  concealir 
emotions.  In  Hollywood  when  you  are  n.i 
you  tear  your  hair.  Which  I  like — t 
lingering,  suppressed  resentments ! 

"Sure  my  own  family  had  to  be  'showr 
They  were  pretty  Puritanical.  But  tht 
were  won  over  by  the  naturalness  of  pictu: 
people."  Joel  waxed  reminiscent.  "I'm  r  . 
calling,"  he  said,  "a  stunning  feminine  st; 
whose  language  is  horrible.  I  found  th; 
this  was  a  deliberate  defense  gesture.  T'. 
wolves  about  town  have  been  so  shock- 
by  her  apparent  hard-boiledness  that  th< 
leave  her  quite  alone.  She's  an  individuali 
and,  I  say,  not  so  awfully  'nutty' ! 

"There  are  selfish  actresses.  Years  aj 
Mary  Pickford  and  Bebe  Daniels  tipped  n 
off  on  how  to  handle  that  kind.  When  ci 
of  my  heroines  insists  that  the  direct- 
shove  me  out  of- focus  I  remember  Mary 
and  Bebe's  advice.  'Keep  declaring  you  dor 
understand  what  she  means.  Never  be  ab 
to  comprehend.  And  in  the  end  the  see; 
will  have  to  be  done  legitimately !' 

"I  imagined  Ginger  Rogers  would 
hard  to  get  along  with  because  she's  alo 
from  some  of  those  who'd  like  to  applai 
her.  But  she  came  to  me  and  asked  i< 
specific  opinions  on  every  phase  of  our  pi 
ture.  No,  there's  nothing  phony  about  Gi 
ger.  She's  intelligent  and  self-made,  and  s' 
doesn't  give  you  any  baloney  about  yearnii 
for  cooperation  and  then  hogging  the  seem 
"I'm  no  Pollyanna,"  he  confessed.  "On  tl 
whole  I'd  rather  work  with  the  newer,  ri. 
ing  actresses.  With  girls  like  Laraine  D| 
and  Ellen  Drew.  They  haven't  acquired  t 
much  self-importance.  Either  side  of  r 
face  is  equally  bad  and  it's  a  bore  to  sit  ■ 
the  sidelines  watching  a  vain  charmer  arg 
with  the  director  and  cameraman."  Barba 
Stanwyck,  Joel's  co-star  in  "The  Gre 
Man's  Lady,"  now  being  completed  for  sui 
mer  release  at  Paramount,  is  number  o; 
exception  to  that  preference.  No  newcom 
could  possibly  be  more  cooperative  th; 
Barbara,  Joel  contends. 

"We  know  how  lucky  we  are  to  be  Holl 
wood  actors.  Thank  heaven  there  is  a  bu 
ness  like  this  for  people  like  ourselves  w 
cannot  stand  monotony.  Still,  I  realize  t 
uncertainty  on  which  I  thrive  wouldn't  si 
many  who' re  eager  to  climb  their  own  w; 
I  want  to  go  on  living  in  Hollywood.  I 
hot  fooled  by  over-ambition.  I  even  we 


Joel  finds  himself  a  sunny  spot  beside 
his  own  swimming  pool  to  study  his  nev. 
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ese  high-topped,  semi-Western  shoes 
ound  with  my  street  clothes  because 
.ey're  comfortable  and  I  like  them.  I  know 
-s  not  proper,  and  even  my  wife  asks, 
.'hy  don't  you  make  up  your  mind  whether 
•u  want  to  be  the  best  actor,  or  the  best 
v.boy?' 

"'W  hen  I  began  in  pictures  Metro  let  me 
at  because  I  was  'too  tall  and  homel}-.'  I 
uttered  to  myself,  'Not  that  tall !'  The  first 
ne  I  •  worked  here  at  Paramount  it  was 
■ggested  I  have  my  nose  re-styled  and  a 
w  hair  line  created.  I  thought  that  was 
•pey,  and  didn't.  The  point  being :  you  can 
ck  your  eccentricities  in  Hollywood,  and 
■nore  the  nuttiness  of  the  rest  of  the  town  ! 
-Ti  generally  late  everywhere  I  go,  my 
ife  can't  follow  schedules,  and  altogether 
s  fun  to  be  sufncientlv  'nuts' — don't  vou 
free?" 

He  was  discussing  DeMille,  most  vivid 
directors,  and  Samuel  Goldwyn,  most 
vid  of  producers,  when  he  got  a  call  to 
turn  to  Barbara  Stanwyck  and  their  emot- 
g.  "C.B.  has  been  kidded  for  his  grand 
aimer  and  his  stooges.  But  if  you  sit  down 
ith  him,  and  ask  him  candidly  what  gives 
rt.  he's  obviously  clever  and  on  the  level. 
'C  ;a  great  showman  who  puts  on  a  great 
S  to  make  himself  more  valuable.  And  he 
is  a  heck  of  a  lot  of  excitement  all  about 
m  in  the  process.  If  you  make  a  mistake 
-'11  stage  an  elegant  episode  bawling  you 
it  before  everyone.  Who  wouldn't  like  to 
ow  off  like  that?  As  for  Goldwyn,  there's 

character!  He  inevitably  answers  no  to 
•  ery  suggestion.  He'll  go  home,  mull  over 
hat  you've  proposed,  and  then  eventually 
mounce  he's  just  thought  of  it.  I  kept 
arping  on  Barbara  Stanwyck  for  'Stella 
'alias,'  I  remember.  Late  one  night  he 
honed  me  to  hurry  to  his  home — so  I  could 
11  him  once  more  why  Barbara  should  rate 
at  role.  Finally  he  discovered  her  for  it!" 

Off  he  went  A  star  to  respect 


say,  "I  must  have  a  dress  like  that !"  re- 
gardless of  whether  the  dress  is  becoming 
to  you  personally.  Adopt  the  general  trend, 
by  all  means,  but  adapt  it  to  your  per- 
sonal requirements. 

(2)  Attempting  to  be  outstandingly 
dressed  by  being  conspicuously  dressed. 
Style  and  colors  must  be  blended  and  sub- 
dued to  a  personality  to  flatter  it.  The 
woman  whose  costume  suits  her  perfectly 
will  be  the  outstanding  woman  in  any 
gathering. 

(3)  Fad-following.  Good  taste  should 
prohibit  this.  But  it  doesn't  always.  Fads 
are  the  bait  of  smart  merchandisers.  The 
business  of  correct  dressing  demands  intel- 
ligence. Let's  be  frank  about  that. 

There  are  basic  points  to  apply  in  as- 
sembling your  wardrobe.  There  is  nothing 
constructive  in  just  splurging  or  economiz- 
ing. It's  a  matter  of  balance,  of  devising 
a  plan,  more  than  it  is  of  budgeting.  Since 
you  must  give  as  much  attention  to  house 
dresses  as  to  evening  gowns,  you  should 
plan  to  blend  your  home  wardrobe  with  one 
for  outside  informal  wear.  Simple  little  cot- 
ton dresses,  with  full  skirt  and  nipped-in 
waists,  are  ideal  for  about-the-house  with 
play  shoes.  Freshly  and  expertly  pressed 
they  can  serve  for  informal  afternoon  with 
high  heels  and  large  hat  accompaniment. 

Evening  also  has  its  two  and  three  way 
gowns — sleek  fitting  silhouettes  with  or 
without  a  dash  of  color  in  a  bolero.  The 
same  gown  is  perfect  for  the  informal 
dinner,  with  a  short  bolero  jacket.  Zip  off 


the  bolero  and  you  have  a  chic  decollete  for 
formal  dinners  and  dancing. 

Naturally,  a  woman  must  be  versatile  to 
do  her  own  housework,  share  the  sports 
and  social  interest  of  her  husband,  and  be 
well  dressed  at  all  times.  All  this,  regard- 
less of  the  restrictions  of  the  budget.  Of 
course  she's  got  to  work  at  it.  And  I  mean 
literally — if  these  restrictions  are  genuine 
She  can  learn  to  sew.  There's  never  been 
a  time  when  that  particular  art  has  prom- 
ised greater  advantage.  Matter  of  fact, 
today,  when  factories  may  be  pressed  into 
war  emergency  any  minute,  learning  to 
sewr  is  important  for  all  of  us.  Women 
should  never  lose  their  desire  to  be  well 
dressed — even  if  their  apparel  is  confined  to 
home  originals  exclusively. 

Learning  to  sew  doesn't  have  to  be  a 
chore.  It  can  readily  become  a  nice  ac- 
complishment. Gentlewomen  of  past  gen- 
erations sewed  beautifully.  Today,  the  pat- 
tern companies  are  more  helpful  than  ever. 
And  it's  certainly  the  easiest  answer  for  the 
woman  struggling  with  her  budget.  She 
can  conquer  the  budget  and  satisfy  her  van- 
ity all  in  one  fell  swoop.  Personally,  I 
enjoy  designing  my  own  gowns.  And  I 
have  a  lot  of  fun  cutting  up  a  hat  into 
wearable  shape,  with  the  help  of  a  few 
flowers  and  veils  which  every  woman  keeps 
around.  As  a  matter  of  fact  I'm  prouder 
of  two  that  I  made  for  my  secretary  than 
any  number  of  my  own  New  York  orig- 
inals. It's  developed  into  a  real  hobby.  Try 
it — even  if  you  don't  create  the  design. 


Screen  land 


There's  simplicity,  color  and  chic  in  this  stun- 
ning outfit  worn  by  Constance  Bennett.  The 
redingote  of  light-weight,  sheer  black  wool 
dramatizes  and  complements  the  quiet  print. 

follow  more  or  less  the  general  lines  you 
think  would  be  becoming  to  you — and  see 
how  much  fun  it  is. 

Here's  a  secret  for  the  girl  who  must 
watch  her  clothes  allowance.  Save  on  your 
cleaning  bill.  I  learned  this  while  I  was  in 
the  theater.  I  had  a  maid  so  efficient,  so 
fastidious,  I  practically  never  had  a  clean- 
ing bill.  The  plan  was  simple.  Clothes  were 
carefully  hung  the  moment  they  were  re- 
moved. The  collar  and  cuffs  were  cleaned 
each  time  the  dress  was  worn,  and  it  was 
hung  in  the  fresh  air  for  a  brief  time. 
With  this  kind  of  care  clothes  will  last 
twice  as  long.  And  you'll  be  able  to  add  to 
your  wardrobe  with  the  dollars  you  save. 

Despite  the  fact  that  you've  given  me 
your  exact  measurements  and  coloring  it 
would  be  too  precarious  for  me  to  try  to 
select  the  perfect  wardrobe  for  your  type. 
Instead,  I'll  try  to  list  a  few  items  and 
ideas  which  will  appeal  to  all  the  young 
women  in  your  particular  position  who 
share  the  same  problems. 

A  well-tailored  suit  is  a  boon  to  every 
woman's  wardrobe.  It  is  appropriate  for 
shopping,  luncheons,  teas,  spectator  sports, 
practically  any  daytime  event.  A  change  of 
blouse,  using  a  less  severe  one  for  lunch- 
eons and  teas,  can  easily  make  a  tailored 
suit  cover  five  occasions. 

For  summer,  have  one  sheer  dress  and 
buy  yourself  an  assortment  of  collar  and 
cuff  changes — lace,  linen  and  pique.  Keep 
them  freshly  laundered.  Wear  a  dress  like 


this  for  bridge,  luncheon,  for  meeting  the 
husband  for  dinner,  for  Sunday  afternoon, 
and  for  the  theater. 

You  should  have  one  simple,  sophisti- 
cated (rather  severe)  black  evening  gown 
and  a  bolero  to  turn  it  into  an  informal 
dinner  gown.  You  can  have  several  dinner 
gowns  by  simply  having  several  boleros 
in  different  shades — tangerine,  chili-red, 
nosegay  blue,  or  a  vivid  green.  All  go 
beautifully  with  the  black  dress.  A  white 
pique  jacket  is  smart  for  a  change,  too. 

For  occasional  "shock  effects,"  use  com- 
binations that  are  unusual.  Yellow  is  be- 
coming to  most  blondes  and  brunettes.  It's 
smart  to  wear  with  black.  A  bright  yellow 
hat,  or  yellow  suede  gloves,  give  snap  to 
black  dresses.  And  you  can  pep  up  a  black 
tailored  suit  with  a  bright  yellow  bouton- 
niere  as  well. 

White  pique  touches  on  suits  and  dresses 
perk  up  the  simplest  ensemble.  Employ  the 
pique  boldly  on  extreme-wide  lapels  of 
suits.  Break  the  left  lapel  with  a  smart  tri- 
color pin  or  clip. 

If  your  budget  allows,  a  silk  print  is 
always  good  in  a  summer  wardrobe.  If  not, 
you  need  not  be  ashamed  of  your  cotton 
prints.  If  they  are  kept  fresh  they  are 
always  chic.  Your  dresses  should  have 
short  sleeves  so  they  can  also  be  worn  for 
informal  dining. 

Your  hats  should  include  one  good  sport 
felt,  a  neutral  shade  to  combine  with  your 
strict  tailleur ;  a  perky  black  straw  to  wear 
with  your  suit ;  a  flowered  tip-top  or  pic- 
ture hat  for  your  cotton  dresses,  and  a  tiny 
half-hat  of  flowers  for  evening. 


Diane,  if  your  eyes  are  truly  gref 
never  wear  colors  which  detract  from  th; 
Green  eyes  are  lovely.  Wear  no  colo 
which  detract  from  the  true  green. 

Regarding  shoes.  You  can  walk  a  fair 
decent  "best  dressed  path"  with  one  \i 
of  classic  black  pumps  and  one  of  Engli 
tan  yellow;  two  pairs  of  good  comforttl 
sports  shoes ;  a  pair  of  black  sandals  f 
semi-  and  formal  occasions.  You  deu 
the  color  according  to  the  color  of  yo 
evening  gown — which  I  hope  is  black. 

At  this  point  if  your  budget  grows  t 
thin,  and  you're  faced  with  having 
S.O.S.  the  man  of  the  house,  why  not  r 
vert  to  good  old-fashioned  femininir 
Women  sometimes  become  more  concern 
over  their  budgets  than  their  husbant 
They  work  so  hard  at  keeping  a  tidy  hor 
that  they  forget  the  virtue  of  keeping  hi 
charmed.  Damon  Giffard,  Warner  Brothe: 
designer,  said  something  the  other  d 
which  is  apropos :  "Take  your  husba 
shopping  with  you.  Nine  to  one  you'll  cor 
home  with  a  smarter  and  better  dress  ai 
hat  than  if  you  shopped  alone.  Mei 
pocketbooks  have  a  way  of  becoming  ela 
tic  when  they  see  a  gown  or  hat  one  hu 
dred  percent  becoming  to  the  wife." 

And  Mr.  Giffard  is  right.  There  a 
no  laws  against  using  a  few  feminine  wil 
to  charm  the  man  into  stretching  the  nc 
mal  allowance.  Once  in  a  while,  anyway ! 

A  final  thought  for  you  "young  ma 
rieds."  Neither  under-estimate  nor  ove 
estimate  the  importance  of  being  \v< 
groomed  at  all  times.  And  the  wo 
"groomed"  is  synonymous  with  femininil 


An  important  item  in  Connie's  wardrobe  is  this  clear  yellow  sheer-wool  sport  frock. 
She  cleverly  tops  this  with  a  box-jacket  in  shades  of  yellow,  green  and  pink  on  a  beige 
background.  The  natural  Milan  straw  hat,  wide-brimmed,  is  worn  far  off  the  face. 


78 


Dol  and  summery  is  this  pastel  blue,  with 
nr.  and  black  floral  spray  print  without  the 
d'ngote.  Connie's  chapeau  is  a  soft  white 
cw    with    fascinating     loose-flowing  veil. 

our  job  in  being  happily  married  is  to 
-ep  your  home  and  yourself  appealing  and 
Tractive  to  your  husband.  To  do  a  good 
ib  at  the  latter  your  skin  and  hair  care, 
id  general  freshness  of  face  and  figure,  is 
important  as  owning  the  most  correctly 
ltcted  wardrobe.  Skin  care  must  be  given 
jdly  to  have  the  proper  effect,  and  it's 
-nple  to  give  it  daily  care.  For  instance. 
>u  can  apply  a  good  nourishing  skin  cream 
lid  wear  it  while  doing  your  housework, 
he  same  tiling  holds  true  in  care  of  your 
inds.  Don't  use  them  roughly  without  ap- 
y  :ig  a  good  lotion  immediately  afterward, 
nc-  must  look  well  turned  out  from  tip 
•  toe  to  be  really  well  dressed.-  There 
ould  be  no  point  in  having  a  lovely  fresh 
ce  and  clothes  that  are  shabby,  or  vice 
rrsa. 

I  once  knew  of  a  girl  who  went  to  the 
■ountains  with  her  husband  to  live  for  .a 
:ar  because  his  health  demanded  it.  For 
velve  months  she  dismissed  all  thought  of 
ake-up  and  let  her  hair  go  with  the 
ind.  She  wore  nothing  but  slack  suits  or 
shirt  and  pair  of  shorts.  Maybe  they 
luldn't  have  stood  that  propinquity  under 
iy  circumstances,  but  the  answer  could 
ave  been  that  her  uncared-for  face  and 
cereotyped  wardrobe  simply  bored  him. 


Watch  for  the  third  contest 
winner    in    our    next  issue! 


YOU'RE  A 

AC 


SHINING  EXAMPLE, 


FRED  MacMURRAY,  star  of  the  Paramount  picture, 
"ONE  NIGHT  IN  LISBON"  flashes  a  gleaming,  shining  smile.  Keeping  "groomed 
to  the  teeth"  is  a  prime  principle  with  Mr.  MacMurray—  as  with  most  Hollywood 
stars.  Manv  rely  on  CALOX  tooth  powder. 


SCREEN  WORK  IS  A  BUSINESS  where  immac- 
ulate teeth  are  a  vital  necessity.  \ou  may  be 
sure  that  Hollywood  stars  have  an  excellent 
reason  when  they  choose  Calox.  The  reason? 
Calox  promotes  a  really  brilliant  gloss. 


SCREENLAND 


PEOPLE  WHO  SMOKE  A  LOT-like  Mr.  MacMur- 
ray—appreciate  a  dentifrice  which  does  a  good 
job  of  polishing  as  well  as  cleansing.  Calox  is 
really  competent,  because  it  contains  five  dif- 
ferent cleansing  and  polishing  agents. 

HELPS  YOUR  TEETH 
SHINE  LIKE  THE  STARS' 

BY  BRINGING  OUT  NATURAL  LUSTRE 

1.  CALOX  CONTAINS  5  CLEANSING  AND  POLISHING  AGENTS. 

A  real  beauty  tooth  powder,  promotes  a  brilliant  gloss! 

2.  EXTRA  SOFT  AND  SMOOTH  because  it's  double-sifted 
through  100  mesh  silk  screens. 

3.  FRESH-TASTING— no  strong  medical  taste.  Your  whole 
family  will  like  its  clean,  tangy  flavor.  Children  love  it. 

McKESSON  &  ROBBINS.  INC..  BRIDGEPORT,  CONN. 


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Yours  for  Loveliness 

Points  of  interest  from  head  to  toe  for  those 
who  would  atraveling  go  and  for  stay-at-homes. 


TOO  much  hot  July  sun ;  too  much  salt 
water  bathing;  too  much  heat  generally 
and  your  baby-soft  body  skin  isn't  what  it 
used  to  be.  There's  softening,  soothing  help 
and  plenty  of  it  in  the  new  giant  bath  size 
of  Jergens  Lotion.  Keep  it  by  your  tub, 
and  use  after  your  bath  for  a  velvet  skin. 
That  huge  opaline  bottle  may  later  be  used 
for  a  lamp  base.  And  try  Jergens  new 
Morning  Glory  Cologne,  sweet  and  fresh 
as  an  early  and  sparkling  Summer  morn. 


FROM  Richard  Hudnut  comes  a  galaxy  of 
intimate  sweetness  in  Spring  Lilac,  to 
blend  with  lilac  costume  tones  that  prom- 
ise all-Summer  importance.  Shown,  are  the 
dusting  powder,  talcum  and  cologne.  There 
are  also  three  sizes  in  perfume,  and  toilet 
water  with  or  without  atomizer.  In  each 
charmer,  the  flower  fragrance  is  faithfully 
captured  in  smart  containers,  ever  to  re- 
mind you  of  soft  winds  over  country  gar- 
dens and  the  gentle  lilac  in  the  Spring. 


CAN  you  imagine  shampooing  with 
whipped  cream  ?  Orkid,  an  imaginative 
new  shampoo  by  Lechler,  is  in  light,  frothy 
cream  form,  to  be  smoothed  to  a  mother- 
of-pearl  foam  in  your  hands,  then  applied 
to  your  hair.  It  is  exceedingly  easy  and 
delightful  to  use,  and  the  creamy  quality 
later  imparts  to  your  hair  beautiful  high- 
lights and  a  rich  sheen.  I  don't  think  you 
have  known  anything  like  it  before,  and 
the  tube  is  convenient  for  vacation  packing. 


FOR  "difficult''  perspiration  cases,  I  have 
often  suggested  Nonspi,  and  practically 
everyone  has  later  thanked  me.  Here  is  an 
excellent  product  for  all,  in  a  most  con- 
venient bottle.  The  perforated  cap  applies 
the  product  to  the  skin.  It  seems  to  do  a 
very  thorough  job  as  a  nonperspirant  and 
deodorant,  is  dependable  and  gentle.  If  you 
are  in  process  of  trying  to  find  your  sure 
aid,  try  Nonspi.  This  department  grades 
it  high!  Nonspi  comes  in  cream  form,  also. 


WHEN  I  saw  Revlon's  miniature  dress- 
ing table  package,  I  wished  I  were  six. 
The  table  is  so  perfect  for  a  little  girl's 
play.  But  when  I  review  the  many  gorgeous 
finger  embellishments,  among  them  Cherry 
Coke,  Hot  Dog  and  Rosy  Future,  I'm  glad 
I  can  wear  them.  The  little  table  comes 
with  your  preferred  shade  of  enamel,  oily^ 
remover,  emery  boards,  orangewood  stick 
and  cotton.  It  costs  only  the  price  of  the 
splendid  products,  is  a  perfect  small  gift. 

80 


"HOUR  yourself  a  pair  of  stockings"  is 
>  our  leg  beauty  theme  song  for  Summer. 
You  "pour"  these  "stockings"  with  Miner's 
Liquid  Make-Up,  which  gives  your  legs 
a  new  beauty  and  glamor.  The  deep 
Hawaiian  shade  is  perfect  for  legs,  but 
any  tone  will  do  a  neat  trick.  Wonderful 
when  you  go  stockingless,  yet  want  to 
glamorize  your  legs.  The  same  Miner's 
adds  a  beauty  finish  to  face,  neck  and  arms, 
and  it  stays  put  a  long  time.  C.  M. 


Little  lessons  in  "finding  time."  Irene 
Dunne,  between  scenes  of  "Unfinished 
Business,"  catches  up  on  current  reading. 


That  'finishing"  Busines: 

Continued  from  poge  57 


simply  cannot  go  haphazardly  on  your  wa; 
and  expect  to  have  that  beautiful,  freshl; 
turned-out  look.  No  matter  what  your  cir 
cumstances,  there  is  a  plan  that  will  wor! 
for  you,  just  like  a  plan  for  saving  mone; 
or  doing  your  job  or  running  your  home 
It  is  far  easier  to  achieve  any  purpose  b; 
setting  your  course  than  by  whim. 

If  you  are  a  business  girl  or  hope  to  b 
one,  reconcile  yourself  to  the  fact  that  yo 
must  get  up  half  an  hour  earlier  than  ab 
solutely  necessary  if  you  would  leave  horn 
at  the  peak  of  perfection  for  what  the  da 
may  bring.  That  half  hour  gives  you  tim 
to  put  on  make-up  carefully,  to  do  you 
hair  perfectly,  to  fix  up  a  chipped  nail,  t 
sew  on  that  slip  strap  instead  of  resortin 


Miss  Dunne  concentrates  on  the  daily  pa- 
per to  keep  abreast  of  world  history  mak- 
ing. Reading  will  help  your  conversation. 


i 


f  you  possess  an  autographed  picture  of 
•his  star,  perhaps  it  was  at  such  a  moment 
.he   found   time   to   write,    "Irene  Dunne." 


o  the  pin  method.  Actually,  it  will  give 
cu  time  to  do  everything  so  well  that 
<rhen  done,  you  can  afford  to  forget  your- 
felf. 

Allot  your  time  for  good  looks.  Set  a  day 
pr  your  manicure,  professional  or  home- 
cne,  and  stick  to  it.  That  means  avoiding 
^iose  fumbling  fingers  and  definite  con- 
j^ion  on  social  occasions  when  you  would 
live  anything  for  pretty  fingers  and  are 
onscious  that  your  own  are  careless  and 
le  polish  chipped.  Decide  whether  you 
eed  a  shampoo  every  week,  ten  days  or 
jro  weeks,  and  keep  this  date  on  schedule. 
Vith  blonde  hair,  with  fine  hair  and  with 
rhite  or  grey  hair,  even  a  day  or  two  be- 
ond  the  appointed  time  shows  definitely  in 
our  hair.  And  how  many  of  us  have  muffed 
lur  greatest  moments  because  they  came 
x>  unexpectedly  and  we  couldn't  meet 
iem  in  appearance.  Make  a  definite  date 
nth  your  basin  for  fine  lingerie,  blouses 
md  the  little  things  girls  like  to  do  them- 
elves.  Stockings  get  their  bath  every  night, 
emember.  Once  a  week,  look  over  your 


Miss  Dunne  thought  she  was  to  hear  a 
record  of  one  of  her  songs.  Instead,  her 
co-players  are  merrily  ribbing  the  star. 


YOU  Wi  UK  YULR  HAIH  RESTYLED 


WORLD'S  FOREMOST  HAIR  STYLIST 
AND  DIRECTOR  OF  MAKE-UP 
FOR   WARNER    BROS.  STUDIO 


SIMPLY  SEND  YOUR  PHOTOGRAPH 


PERC  WESTMORE  is 
responsible  for  the 
coiffure  and  mdke-up 
of  such  great  stars  as 
Bette  Davis,  Ann 
Sheridan,  Merle 
Oberon,  Olivia  de 
Haviland,  Brenda 
Marshall  .  .  .  and  at 
one  time  or  another 
has  worked  with  prac- 
tically  every  great 
star  of  Hollywood.  He 
has  created  more  hair 
styles  that  have  swept 
the  country  than  any- 
one in  the  profession. 


.  . .  and  this  greatest  of  all  hair  stylists,  who  makes  up  Hollywood's  most  beautiful 
stars,  will  serve  you  too.  You  will  receive  a  portrait  copy  of  your  photograph  with 
your  hair  completely  restyled  to  bring  out  every  bit  of  your  inherent  charm  and 
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glorious  new  Perc  Westmore  hair-do. 


1.  Send  your  photograph  to: 

Perc  Westmore 

WARNER  BROS.  MAKE-UP-DIRECTOR 
CHARM  GUILD,  DEPT.  S7 

4953  Sunset  Boulevard, 
HOLLYWOOD,  CALIF. 

2.  For  best  results,  send  a  clear,  sharp 
print.  It  can  be  a  very  small  snapshot 
(all  snapshots  are  enlarged)  or  a  larger 
size  photograph.  Select  a  full  face  view 
or  one  with  face  slightly  turned. 

3.  Write  name  and  address  lightly,  in  ink, 
on  back  of  photo  and  give  your  height, 
color  of  hair  and  eyes,  and  complexion. 

4.  Send  50c  in  coin  to  cover  complete 
cost  of  restyling,  enlarging  to  portrait 
size  photograph,  facial  analysis,  indi- 
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return  postage. 

5.  Youroriginal  photograph  will  notbe 
returned.  You  will  receive  a  new  por- 
trait photograph  with  your  hair  re- 
styled  to  suit  your  individuality. 

6.  This  offer  good  only  in  U.  S.  A. 


'rfgZ&kzZ^  WILl  ALSO  GIVE  YOU  COMPLETE 
DIRECTIONS  FOR  YOUR  INDIVIDUAL  MAKE-UP 


These  directions  will  emphasize 
your  good  features  and  play 
down  your  weak  ones.  Folrowed 
carefully  they  will  add  much  to 
your  loveliness.  IN  ADDITION  — 
the  famous  beauty  experts  pic- 
tured here,  and  others,  in  a 
"Beauty  .  .  .  and  You"  brochure, 
give  you  the  priceless  glamour 
secrets  that  they  prescribe  for 
moviedom's  greatest  stars. 


W 

WALIY 
WESTMORE 

Paramount's 
Director  of 
Make-up 


ORRYKELLY 

Warner  Bros. 
Fashion 
Designer 


JULIETTE 
MARGLEN 

Authority 
on  hand  and 
nail  beauty 


BUD 
WESTMORE 

of  Twentieth 
Century- 
Fox 


PAUL  M. 
MAC  WILLIAMS 

Consultant 
on  care  of 
the  teeth 


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vacation  in  New  York.  She  paid  a  visit  to  the 
Post  Office  to  make  a  wise  investment  in 
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wardrobe ;  decide  what  should  be  cleaned 
or  pressed  and  get  it  off  at  once. 

If  you  are  a  home-body,  your  schedule 
will  be  different.  In  daylight  and  fresh  air, 
you  can  do  much  that  your  working  sisters 
must  do  by  night.  Perhaps  your  beauty 
time  is  just  after  luncheon.  Make  time  for 
it,  and  work  out  your  calendar  of  personal 
care.  Use  every  possible  beauty-saving  de- 
vice in  your  housework,  like  soap  beads  or 
flakes  for  the  dishes,  gloves  when  dusting. 
If  you  are  a  bride,  be  smart  and  use  your 
skin  softening  cream  or  your  curlers  when 
your  only  companion  is  the  kitchen  sink. 
They  work  just  as  well  by  day  as  by  night, 
and  then  you  need  never  present  the  dis- 
illusionment as  portrayed  by  the  comic  sup- 
plements, and  your  husband  will  probably 
boast,  "My  wife  always  looks  pretty.  She 
never  puts  those  funny  things  on  her  head 
or  gets  all  greased  up."  What  he  doesn't 
know  in  this  case  won't  hurt  him. 

Now  we  are  up  against  a  situation  that 
confronts  every  one  of  us  at  times.  We 
want  to  improve;  we  are  willing  to  work 
for  improvement ;  but  we  don't  know  what 
to  do  about  ourselves.  Most  of  us  have  too 
many  preconceived  notions  about  our  ap- 
pearance simply  because  we  don't  see  our- 
selves as  others  see  us.  These  notions  keep 
us  from  exploring  and  discovering  inter- 
esting angles  about  ourselves,  and  possibly 
curves,  too.  We  ask  advice,  only  to  have 
our  ideas  about  ourselves  confirmed  by 
others,  instead  of  having  absolutely  open 
minds  and  proving  new  ideas  to  ourselves. 
But  ask,  if  in  doubt.  Read  your  magazines 
and  papers  for  help  that  applies  directly 
to  you.  Take  advantage  of  radio  on  good 
looks.  Join  any  classes  that  are  available 
to  you.  Experiment,  and  just  see  what  you 
discover.  If  you  are  a  school  girl  and  your 
public  school,  high  school  or  college  has 
classes  on  good  looks,  join  by'  all  means. 
One  Brooklyn  high  school  is  doing  com- 
mendable work  along  personality  and  fash- 
ion lines  for  its  students.  I  urge  an  attitude 
of  keen  interest  in  your  looks,  and  action, 


and,  not  for  vanity's  sake.  This  departme 
has  little  use  for  that  alone,  but  rath 
in  the  interests  of  living  fully  and  gettii 
the  very  most  you  can  out  of  life,  wtii 
means  making  the  best  of  every  possibili 
within  and  about  you.  That's  success! 
living,  and  full  and  happy  living.  We  st 
cling  to  our  dreams  of  handsome,  cour 
geous  and  manly  men,  and  so  it  is  mc 
than  likely  that  every  man's  dream  g 
is' something  quite  easy  to  look  at.  Ag  i 
eye  appeal  is  so  largely  a  matter  of  ma 
ing  an  attractive!  picture  of  yourself,  hi 
monious,  in  good  taste,  colorful  and  air 

Since  Irene  Dunne  started  this  wh( 
train  of  thought,  a  word  picture  seems 
order.  I  first  met  her  about  five  years 
Her  hair  is  a  warm  light  brown;  her  e} 
are  light  brown,  too,  and  her  skin  seei 
to  blend  with  both.  She  has  a  cultur 
voice,  low  and  pleasing,  and  she  does  1 
talk  too  rapidly.  At  that  time  she  had  ji 
had  a  new  hair-do,  a  tailored  bob  th 
very  smart  but  which  would  look  rati- 
strange  in  this  day  of  pompadours.  "It  1 
an  upward  swing,"  she  told  me,  "to  h; 
monize  with  the  tip  of  my  nose."  Hi 
typical  was  that  remark  of  a  keen  obsen 
tion  and  sensitiveness,  probably  the  ti 
of  her  excellent  taste.  Though  she  1 
beautiful  furs  and  jewels,  Miss  Dui 
dresses  very  simply.  Her  clothes  are  nei 
sensational  and  she  is  somewhat  of  a  s 
girl.  She  has  a  good  figure  for  suits. 

At  this  point,  shall  we  get  out  our  sewi 
kits,  sit  right  down  and  substitute  a  f 
neat  stitches  in  that  hem  now  held  in  pi; 
with  a  safety  pin?  Shorten  that  long  1 
gering  slip?  Fix  a  button  here  and  thei 

And  shall  we  go  through  the  wardro 
discarding  every  dubious  garment  or  ' 
that  we  just  might  wear  on  a  rainy  day 
be  practical  ?  Yes,  by  all  means.  Hangov 
in  clothing  do  us  more  harm  than  they  e 
do  the  budget  good.  Better,  we  think,  t 
well  organized  costumes  with  appropri 
accessories  than  half  a  dozen  new  dres 
with  nothing  to  go  -with  them.  Get  rid 
the  clothes  of  which  you  are  not  sure.  So 
body  or  some  organization  will  welcc 
them.  It  is  charity  in  this  case  to  give  ; 
greater  charity  to  yourself  to  get  rid 
what  isn't  right  for  you. 

Then  let's  scrutinize  our  make-up  v\ 
an  all-seeing  eye.  Isn't  that  powder 
light   for   your    sun-warmed    skin  no 
Isn't  that  pinky  lipstick,  so  sweet  with  y 
first  flower  hat  and  lingerie  blouse,  jus 
little  too  senemic  with  your  sun  tan?  A 
wouldn't  it  be  smart  to  harmonize  that  i 
lacquer  with  your  new  lipstick  tone,  ;  | 
maybe  try  a  sleeker  hair-do  for  the  wa ' 
days?  And  give  your  legs  more  frequ 
depilatory  care  with  frequent  dilly-dally 
on  the  beach?  And  try  a  leg  make-up  i 
rich,  deep  tan,  so  you  can  go  stocking! 
and  yet  look  so  nicely  groomed? 

And  wouldn't  it  be  nice  to  smell  lik 
flower  garden  even  while  you  prepare  c 
ner  for  that  hungry  husband  or  take  pa 
of  dictation?   You   do  this  with  eau 
Cologne,  never  strong  enough  to  hit  e 
the  most  sensitive  boss  in  the  face  but  j 
fresh  and  lovely  enough  to  remind  otf  ! 
of  that  famous  advertising  perfume  1:1 
"Some  one  lovely  has  just  passed  by. ' 
dollar  or  less  buys  a  quantity  of  the  sw< 
est  smelling  things,  some  with  spray  t< 
that  you  can  afford  to  luxuriate  in.  An  j 
spray  or  two  of  sweet  seduction  while  ; 
set  the  table  or  file  your  letters'  will 
mind  you  that  you  are  still  a  lovely  per  | 
in  spite  of  the  daily  grind. 

That  finishing  of  ourselves  is  so  wc 
thought,  care  and  work.  With  the  except 
of  Schubert's  great  "Unfinished  S; 
phony"  and  Miss  Dunne's  picturef  "Un 
ished  Business,"  the  world  has  not  m  j 
patience  with  you  or  your  job  half  xl«  j 
It  asks  for  the  finished  product,  perfei 
presented ! 


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Will  Mickey 
Win  Linda? 

Continued  from  page  23 


dancing,  bowling,  riding,  with  the  screens 
young  idol!  It  must  just  about  kill  Jaime. 
•'He  writes  and  tells  me  every  place  I  have 
been."  said  Linda.  "I  guess  the  newspapers 
must  keep  him  informed.  He  is  very 
jealous  of  Mick." 

"And  is  Mickey  jealous  of  Jaime?  1 
asked. 

"Mickey  says  that  in  a  year  or  so  1 11 
get  over '  it," '  Linda  said,  very  seriously. 
•That's  one  of  the  things  I  like  about  Mick. 
He  knows  I'm  kind  of  attached— and  he's 
verv  sweet  about  it." 

Jaime  Yorba,  as  you  doubtless  know  if 
you  read  the  magazines,  is  Linda  Darnell's 
first  romance; — and  only  romance  up  until 
the  advent  of  Mr.  Rooney,  some  few 
months  ago.  But  to  understand  Linda's 
problems  we  have  to  go  back  four  years 
ago,  when  she  first  met  him,  in  Dallas, 
Texas.  Jaime  came  into  Linda's  young  life 
when  it  was  at  its  lowest  ebb,  when  she 
reallv  needed  a  friend.  Although  she  was 
only  "fourteen  at  the  time,  Linda's  heart  had 
been  completely  broken — by  a  cold,  callous 
Hollywood  that  had  sent  for  her,  and  then 
after  a  balled-up  screen  test,  had  told  her 
to  go  home,  that  she  would  never  become 
an  actress.  (If  you  saw  Linda  in  "Star 
Dust"  you  know  all  about  this,  parts  of 
that  picture  were  Linda's  actual  experi- 
ences. )  It's  very  humiliating  to  have  to  go 
back  to  ycur  home  town,  and  admit  that 
vou're  a"  failure,  especially  at  fourteen. 
Linda's  family,  naturally,  were  kind  and 
understanding,  even  though  the  kids  were 
disappointed  about  Hollywood,  but  her 
classmates  were  something  else  again.  It's 
strange  how  cruel  children  can  be.  "At  all 
hours"  of  the  night  the  phone  would  ring," 
Linda  said,  "and  when  I  answered  it  some 
child  would  say,  'How  would  you  like  to 
make  a  screen  test?'  or  'Is  this  Linda  Dar- 


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nell  the  great  moving  picture  star?'  and 
they'd  just  die  laughing,  while  I,  of  course, 
cried  my  eyes  out  the  rest  of  the  night." 

Jaime  Yorba  is  a  Spanish  refugee.  And 
handsome.  He  had  a  permit  to  stay  in  the 
United  States  for  three  months.  He  wanted 
to  study  English  and  that's  what  he  was 
doing  in  Dallas.  Linda  was  trying  to  make 
up  for  the  time  she  lost  in  Hollywood,  and 
was  doing  extra  work  in  the  Dean's  office. 
That's  where  she  met  Jaime.  "I  was  sad 
and  sort  of  crushed,''  said  Linda,  "and 
when  we  were  introduced  I  said  how  do 
you  do  without  any  interest — and  then  I 
looked  again."  Jaime,  evidently,  was  the 
Clark  Gable  of  Sunset  High  School.  "All 
the  girls  went  screwy  about  him,"  said 
Linda,  "including  myself."  No  wonder, 
Jaime  was  twenty,  handsome,  and  full  of 
Old  World  gallantry. 

"I  lived  eight  blocks  from  the  school," 
said  Linda.  "He  used  to  walk  home  with 
me  every  afternoon.  I  used  to  wish  it  was 
eighty  blocks !" 

And  so  Jaime  and  Linda  fell  in  love, 
that  first  love  that  is  always  the  most  im- 
portant in  a  man  or  woman's  life.  Jaime 
forgot  all  about  his  three  months  permit. 
And  then  Linda  got  an  innocent  little  wire 
again  on  the  morning  of  April  2,  1939, 
summoning  her  a  second  time  to  the  land 
of  promise — except  this  time  it  turned  out 
to  be  more  than  just  a  promise.  And 
Linda  wasn't  the  only  one  who  was  told 
to  pack  in  a  hurry  that  same  week — Jaime 
was  notified  that  he  had  overstayed  his 
permit,  that  he  would  have  to  leave  the 
United  States  immediately,  and  that  it 
would  be  very  difficult  for  him  to-  return. 
But  laws  mean  little  to  a  man  in  love,  so 
Jaime  bid  Linda  a  tearful  goodbye,  with  a 
"sort  of  an  understanding,"  and  assured  her 
that  he  would  be  in  Hollywood  with  her 
before  Fall. 

"That  was  three  years  ago,"  said  Linda. 
"Jaime  couldn't  get  out  of  Mexico.  He 
wrote  me  constantly,  always  saying  that 
he  would  see  me  soon.  And  then — things 
began  to  happen  to  me.  I  became  terribly 
interested  in  my  career — and  I  met  Mick. 
I  met  him  for  the  first  time  last  October 
19th.  I  didn't  want  to  meet  him  because  I 
had  read  a  lot  of  "things  about  him  and  I 
thought  that  he  must  be  terribly  conceited 
and  fresh  as  everything.  My  agent,  Mr. 


Freeman,  and  his  wife  invited  Mick  and  me 
to  go  to  the  theater  with  them  that  night 
— he's  also  Mick's  agent.  And  I  had  a  big- 
surprise  coming  to  me.-  Mick  isn't  con- 
ceited at  all.  He's  just  about  the  most  sin- 
cere person  I've  ever  met.  He's  so  different 
from  anybody  I've  ever  met  before.  Sweet 
and  considerate,  and  so  much  fun.  When  I 
started  going  with  him  you  have  no  idea 
how  many  people  went  out  of  their  way 
to  say  to  me,  'What  do  you  mean!  A  nice 
girl  like  you !  Don't  you  know  that  Mickey 
Rooney  is  the  wildest  person  in  Holly- 
wood?' Well,  all  I  know  is  that  around 
me  Mick  is  as  nice  as  he  can  be.  He 
respects  me.  He  knows  I  don't  like  dirty 
stories  and  all  that  and  when  we  are  out 
together  he  watches  out  for  me  like  a 
mother  hen." 

So  there  was  our  little  Linda,  falling  in 
love  with  Mickey  Rooney,  and  you  can't 
blame  her  for  that,  but  all  the  time  cherish- 
ing the  memory  of  her  first  romance.  It 
was  then  that  she  said,  "I  will  never  fall 
in  love  with  anyone  until  I  knozv."  But 
how  could  she  know  whether  it  was  only 
a  childish  memory  or  a  reality?  Jaime  was 
hundreds  of  miles  away.  He  could  not  cross 
the  border.  And  she  did  not  have  money 
enough  to  go  to  him.  "But  the  more  I 
thought  about  it,"  said  Linda,  "the  more  I 
knew  that  I  would  have  to  see  him  again 
before  I  could  become  interested  in  anyone 
else.  Three  years  is  a  long  time.  And  dur- 
ing that  time  I  had  grown  up.  Maybe  I 
wouldn't  like  him  now  that  I  had  become 
an  adult.  I  must,  know." 

Last  winter  the  Kansas  City  Horse  Show 
sent  an  invitation  to  Linda  to  represent 
Hollywood  at  that  gala  event — all  expenses 
paid  for  herself  and  her  mother.  And  that's 
when  Linda  did  a  little  high  class  fenagling. 
The  studio  approved  of  her  going  to  the 
Horse  Show,  so  she  told  the  Kansas  City 
officials  she  would  be  glad  to  accept  if  they 
would  give  her  a  return  trip  to  Holly- 
wood via  Mexico  City.  They  would  be  de- 
lighted. And  so  Linda  and  her  mother  ar- 
rived in  Mexico  City  and  were  met  at  the 
station  by  a  Jaime  simply  hysterical  with 
joy.  Linda  took  one  look  at  Jaime — and 
knew  that  she  had  not  cherished  a  memory 
for  three  years  all  for  nothing.  Jaime  was 
still  "in."' 

The  visit,  however,  was  rather  unsatis- 


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factory.  "Every  time  we  tried  to  snatch  a 
few  hours  off  to  be  together  somebody  in- 
terfered," Linda  sighed.  Mexico  City  went 
mad  about  her,  of  course,  and  there  were 
all  sorts  of  banquets,  and  luncheons,  and 
official  things  to  do — and  you  can  be  sure 
that  the  representatives  of  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury-Fox there  were  determined  to  make 
as  much  out  of  Linda's  visit  as  possible. 
"At  banquets,"  said  Linda  sadly,  "they 
would  place  him  at  one  end  of  the  table 
and  me  at  the  other.  Every  time  we 
thought  we  were  going  to  be  alone  some- 
body would  turn  a  spotlight  on  us.  Jaimt 
was  furious.  I  was  on  my  toes  every  min- 
ute trying  to  keep  him  pacified.  I  tried  to 
explain  to  him  about  studio  publicity,  but 
he  simply  wouldn't  try  to  understand. 

"He  is  dead  set  against  a  woman  hav- 
ing a  career.  If  I  married  him  he  would 
want  me  to  give  up  my  career — and  I  love 
my  career,  I  don't  want  to  give  it  up.  He 
would  want  to  be  the  boss  of  the  family, 
and  that  wouldn't  suit  me.  I  realize  that  he 
can't  change  his  viewpoint,  that  he's  a 
European — but  I'm  terribly  fond  of  him. 
Reason  tells  me  that  we  live  in  entirely 
different  worlds.  I  know  we  can't  marry. 
But  I  just  can't  say  to  him  that  this  is  the 
end." 

This  summer  Jaime's  permit  to  stay  in 
Mexico  is  up.  He  can't  come  to  the  United 
States.  Back  to  Spain?  Perhaps,  but  that 
would  be  six  thousand  miles  or  more  away 
from  the  girl  he  loves.  "In  his  last  letter," 
said  Linda,  "he  said  he  just  didn't  know 
what  to  do." 

And  poor  Linda  doesn't  know  what  to 
do  either. 

They  tell  a  very  amusing  story  on  Linda 
at  the  studio.  It  seems  there  was  a  visiting 
editor  out  from  New  York  last  winter  who 
wanted  to  meet  all  the  young  hopefuls  at 
a  luncheon  at  the  studio.  Carole  Landis  was 
there,  and  Betty  Grable,  and  Mary  Beth 
Hughes,  and  Cobina  Wright,  Jr.,  and  Linda. 
The  conversation  turned  to  "love"  and  all 
the  girls  were  expressing  opinions.  Linda 
didn't  say  a  word.  Finally  someone  turned 
to  Linda  and  said,  "What  do  you  think, 
Linda?'" 

Linda  looked  hastily  at  her  watch.  "I'm 
so  sorry%"  she  said,  "I  haven't  time  to  an- 
swer, I  have  to  go  to  school." 


Greer  Garson,  mothering  a  tot  in  the  touching 
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Heroine  to  her  Hairdresser 

Continued  from  page  51 


was  what  she'd  heard  or  read,  and  she  was 
on  her  guard.  I  found  out  later,"  Turpy 
smiled,  "that  both  she  and  Rosemary  shared 
a  sneaking  suspicion  the  first  thing  we'd 
want  to  do  would  be  to  bleach  or  dye  their 
hair.  They'd  made  up  their  minds,"  she  went 
on,  "that  they'd  quit  the  minute  we  tried  it.'' 

That  they  didn't  try  it  is  one  of  the  rea- 
sons Turpy  is  still  working  on  Pat's  hair  at 
Warners.  But  it  doesn't  account  for-  the 
friendship  between  the  star  and  the  hair- 
dresser. To  me,  always  positive  my  hair- 
dresser is  my  mortal  foe  when  she  talks 
me  out  of  wearing  curls  where  I  want  them, 
such  a  friendship  is  an  incredible  thing. 
Turpy  cleared  it  up. 

"Pat  has  definite  ideas  about  what  she 
wants  done  with  her  hair,"  she  explained, 
"but  she's  reasonable.  When  I  try  it  her 
way  and  she  realizes  I  was  right,  she  ad- 
mits it.  On  the  other  hand,"  Turpy  went 
on,  "if,  after  I  get  through,  she  still  thinks 
she's  right,  she  sticks  by  her  guns  and  I 
give  in." 

With  this  give-and-take  as  a  basis,  they 
got  along  so  well  together  during  working 
hours  that  pretty  soon  they  were  seeing 
each  other  outside  the  studio,  too.  Visiting 
at  each  others'  homes  or  going  off  to  the 
mountains  for  weekends  of  hiking. 

"Pat  likes  the  simple  things,"  Turpy  told 
me,  "she  doesn't  go  in  for  Hollywood 
parties  or  that  sort  of  thing.  She'd  much 
rather  play  badminton,  for  instance,  than 
dress  up  and  step  out  to  a  night  club."  She 
added  thoughtfully :  "John  is  like  that,  too." 

John  is  John  Barry,  editor  of  a  Victor- 
ville,  California,  newspaper,  with  whom 
Pat's  name  has  been  linked  romantically  for 
some  time  now.  It  was  even  rumored  at  the 
time  she  obtained  her  divorce  from  Oren 
Haglund  that  her  interest  in  John  might 
be  the  reason.  It's  true  that  she  spends  all 
her  spare  time  in  Yucca  Loma,  a  desert 
resort  near  Victorville,  and  it's  also  true 
that  John  makes  his  home  in  a  bungalow 
on  the  grounds  of  the  hotel  where  she  stops. 
But  whether  it  follows  that  she  will  marry 
John,  she  won't  say.  She  will  admit,  how- 
ever, that  she  has  the  time  of  her  life  with 


him,  horseback-riding  and  dancing  at  the 
Green  Spot,  Victorville  rendezvous  for  all 
the  cowboys  for  miles  around.  As  Turpy 
says,  Pat  loves  the  simple  things  and  she's 
never  happier  than  when  she  dons  cowboy 
clothes  and  boots  and  sets  off  for  the  desert. 

But  Pat's  interest  in  cowboys,  at  least, 
started  before  she  met  John.  When  she  was 
making  "Cowboy  from  Brooklyn,"  for  in- 
stance, the  director  always  knew  where  to 
find  her  when  he  needed  her.  She  was  sure 
to  be  somewhere  just  out  of  camera  range, 
talking  to  the  cowboys  working  in  the  pic- 
ture or  learning  rope  tricks,  of  all  things ! 
So  their  common  love  of  the  outdoors  is 
no  doubt  at  the  bottom  of  his  new  friend- 
ship— or  is  it  romance? — of  Pat's  and 
John's.  Whether  it  actually  is  a  romance, 
Turpy  said  she  didn't  know.  The  only  per- 
son who  does  for  sure  is  Priscilla  herself, 
and  she  refuses  to  discuss  it. 

"There's  nothing  I  can  tell  you  about  it," 
Turpy  said  again,  by  way  of  emphasis.  "Pat 
doesn't  discuss  her  personal  affairs  much, 
even  with  her  friends."  Then  she  was  silent 
a  while,  picking  thoughtfully  at  her  salad. 
"I  suppose  you  know  about  Pat's  eating 
habits?"  she  asked,  suddenly  reminded.  I 
shook  my  head. 

"She  goes  on  food  binges,"  Turpy  said, 
"choosing  one  food  and  sticking  to  it  three 
times  a  day  until  she  grows  tired  of  it. 
Once,  when  she  was  on  a  chili  bean  binge, 
she  even  gave  a  chili  bean  dinner  for  the 
cast  of  'Brother  Rat  and  a  Baby.'  " 

Despite  her  healthy  appetite,  there  are 
times  when  Pat  is  underweight,  especially 
when  she's  been  working  very  hard.  She'd 
made  three  pictures  in  a  row  before  "Four 
Wives,"  and  the  start  of  the  film  found  her 
running  far  behind  her  usual  poundage. 
"One  day  her  mother  visited  the  set  with 
some  candy,"  Turpy  said.  "Rosemary  and 
Lola  wanted  to  be  in  on  the  feast,  but  Mrs. 
Lane  looked  them  over  carefully  and  said 
meaningly :  'Pat  needs  this  more  than  you.' 
They  took  the  hint,"  Turpy  laughed,  "and 
watched  while  she  swallowed  the  chocolate. 

"But  Pat  doesn't  like  a  lot  of  attention 
on  the  set,"  Turpy  went  on  quickly.  "As  a 


Jeffrey  Lynn  dis- 
covers Priscilla 
Lane  in  "Million 
Dollar  Baby," 
their  new  War- 
ner Bros,  starrer. 


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matter  of  fact,  it's  because  I  know  when  to 
leave  her  alone  that  we  remain  good  friends. 
When  Pat  is  doing  a  dramatic  scene  for  a 
picture,  she'll  go  off  in  a  corner  by  her- 
self," Turpy  explained,  "and  read  or  just 
sit  quietly  between  shots.  We've  all  learned 
to  understand  her  need  for  privacy  at  such 
times,  so  we  don't  bother  her.  We  save  the 
visiting  for  the  comedy  sequences." 

Once  the  dramatic  scenes  are  filmed,  Pat 
relaxes,  is  gay.'Then  is  when  she  indulges 
her  love  for  gags.  She  pulled  a  honey  of  a 
one  on  a  new  cameraman  during  a  recent 
picture.  "Pat  told  him,  with  the  usual  con- 
vincing dead-pan,  of  course,"  Turpy  said, 
smiling,  "that  her  face  wasn't  symmetrical, 
and  that  therefore  they  built  up  one  side  of 
it  with  wax.  'We  have  to  be  very  careful,' 
Pat  explained  to  him,  'that  the  wax  doesn't 
start  to  drip  under  the  hot  lights,  while  the 
camera  is  on  it.'  And  she  finished,"  Turpy 
said,  laughing,  "with  an  earnest:  'You'll 
watch  it,  won't  you?'  Another  time  she 
startled  a  set  visitor  by  blocking  off  two 
front  teeth  with  black  chewing  gum.  When 
the  unsuspecting  visitor  asked  for  her  auto- 
graph, Pat  obliged  and  then  smiled  her  best 
smile  for  him — with  the  two  teeth  appar- 
ently missing.  You  could  hear  his  gasp  all 
over  the  set,  and  then  Pat's  giggle." 

I  wanted  to  know  whether  Priscilla  had 
ever  tried  any  of  her  gags  on  her  hair- 
dresser. "She  certainly  did,"  Turpy  said, 
"and  well  as  I  know  her,  she  had  me  believ- 
ing it."  It  happened  during  the  filming  of 
"Four  Daughters,"  when  Turpy  and  her 
husband,  who  isn't  in  the  picture  business, 
were  building  a  new  house.  She  wanted  to 
select  bricks  for  the  fireplace  and,  since 
nothing  much  seemed  to  be  happening  on 
the  set,  went  away  for  two  hours.  "When  I 
returned,"  she  chuckled,  "I  found  Pat  and 
the  head  of  my  department  waiting  for  me, 
to  tell  me  they  had  suddenly  decided  to 
change  Pat's  hairdress  for  the  scene,  and 
had  needed  me.  My  absence  had  held  every- 
thing up,  they  said.  Pat  was  raging  about, 
shouting  that  she  couldn't  have  that  sort 
of  thing,  she  needed  a  hairdresser  who  was 
there  when  she  wanted  her.  I  was  through, 
she  said.  They  put  on  such  a  good  act," 
Turpy  said,  laughing,  "that  I  was  all  ready 
to  pack  and  leave  by  the  time  they  let  me  in 
on  the  gag." 

That's  as  near  to  a  quarrel  as  Pat  and 
Turpy  have  ever  come,  in  their  four  years 
of  association  at  the  studio  and  at  their 
homes. 

"I  always  feel  like  one  of  the  family 
when  I  visit  the  Lanes,"  Turpy  said.  "Their 
house  in  the  valley  is  such  a  cheerful  place. 
Pat  and  Rosemary  bought  the  house  they 
live  in,  in  San  Fernando  Valley,  and  they 
make  their  home  with  their  mother.  But  it's 
understood  that  it's  Mrs.  Lane's  house," 
Turpy  said,  "to  do  with  as  she  pleases.  The 
girls  both  want  it  that  way.  One  of  the  first 
things  you  notice  and  admire  about  Mrs. 
Lane  is  the  way  she  handles  her  daughters. 
I've  never  heard  her  say,  as  so  many 
mothers  do,  'Your  sister  does  thus-and-so, 
why  don't  you?'  Her  attitude  has  always 
been  that  they're  individuals  and  she  re- 
spects their  right  to  act  as  individuals." 

One  of  the  things  Pat  likes  to  do  at  home 
is  write  poetry,  and  her  room  is  littered 
with  it.  "She  writes  all  sorts  of  things," 
Turpy  said.  "The  time  Thanks  for  the 
Memory  was  popular,  Pat  spent  a  lot  of 
time  composing  new  lyrics  to  fit  the  song. 
She  must  have  written  dozens." 

It  was  time  for  Turpy  to  go  back  to  work, 
and  she  started  to  leave.  "Did  I  tell  you 
what  you  wanted  to  know?"  she  asked  curi- 
ously. 

"You  certainly  did,"  I  assured  her.  "And 
if  I  hadn't  known  it  already,  I'd  know  now 
that  if  you  want  a  clear  picture  of  a  star, 
you've  got  to  get  it  from  someone  who's 
around  when  the  cameras  aren't." 


Sez    Coop    to  Cooper 


Continued  from  page  55 


COOPER— I've    heard    it    called  that. 

COOP — Then  how  did  you  feel  when 
that  girl  came  up  a  little  while  ago.  and  told 
vou  how  grand  vou  were  in  "John  Doe?" 

COOPER — Embarrassed!  But  so  was 
she.  And  when  you  see  someone  else  is 
embarrassed,  it  eases  your  own  embar- 
rassment. 

COOP — How  did  you  ever  learn  to  act? 

COOPER — There's  a  question  as  ,to 
whether  I  ever  did !  I  experimented  with 
the  technique  and  mechanics  of  acting,  but 
didn't  get  far.  Always  made  me  self-con- 
scious, trying  to  use  modulations  of  voice 
and  play  of  tone  and  all  the  other  things 
finished  actors  know  how  to  do.  There  are 
one  or  two  established  tricks,  like  timing, 
that  come  more  or  less  automatically  after 
a  while.  Otherwise.  I  have  no  technique. 

COOP — What  do  you  do  when  you're  up 
there  in  front  of  the  camera? 

COOPER — Listen  to  the  director,  try  to 
feel  myself  into  the  skin  of  the  person  I'm 
supposed  to  be.  try-  to  think  how  he'd  act 
in  a  given  situation,  let  the  rest  take  care 
of  itself.  That's  the  onlv  thing  I  can  do. 

COOP— Is  it  hard? 
.  COOPER— If  I  had  more  technique.  I 
might  use  up  less  nervous  energy  or  some- 
thing. This  way,  it  sometimes  feels  at  the 
end  of  the  day  as  if  you'd  been  hauled  by 
the  heels  over  the  Hollywood  hills. 

COOP — Is  screen  acting  an  art  or  a 
business? 

COOPER— Ask  the  marines !  I  think  of 
myself  as  a  commodity,  like  a  make  of  car, 


with  a  personality  that  photographs  and 
has  a  market  value. 

COOP — They  say  you  don't  like  pub- 
licity. How  about  it? 

COOPER — That  can't  be  answered  by 
yes  or  no.  The  natural  inclination  is  to 
duck  the  whole  works.  Then  the  publicity 
people  come  at  you,  that's  their  job.  Golly, 
they  say,  you  have  to  go  to  Chicago  to  help 
open  the  picture,  we've  spent  so  much 
dough,  did  you  see  last  night's  paper,  did 
you  see  this  morning's  paper,  there's  going 
to  be  a  terrific  turnout.  So  you  give  your- 
self a  rough  argument,  pro  and  con.  The 
principal  con  is,  what  business  have  you 
got  riding  down  the  street  in  front  of  a 
bunch  of  people,  like  a  hero  or  someone 
who's  really  done  something?  Makes  you 
feel  silly.  It  keeps  sneaking  in  on  you  all 
the  time,  how  do  you  know  there'll  be  any 
people?  Pretty  funny  if  there  weren't.  The 
principal  pro  is  the  sales  talk.  You  owe  it 
to  the  boss.  So,  depending  on  your  sense 
of  obligation,  you  do  it  or  don't. 

COOP — How  does  it  feel  when  you're 
actually  doing  it? 

COOPER — That's  the  peculiar  thing. 
You  start  down  the  street,  wishing  you 
were  the  invisible  man,  and  people  start 
waving  at  you.  They  seem  to  be  having 
fun,  they  seem  to  like  it.  You  think,  after 
all,  they  don't  have  to  come  out  and  wave 
if  they  don't  want  to,  nobody  told  them  to. 
You  think,  what's  the  difference,  you're  not 
hurting  anybody.  And  pretty  soon,  you  be- 
gin having  fun  yourself.  It's  catching.  It's 


Gary  Cooper  in  a  role  that  fits  him  to  a  "T," 
that  of  World  War  hero  "Sergeant  York." 
"Coop"     handles    a     rifle    like    an  expert. 


like  sneaking  a  Couple  of  drinks  and  feeling 
happy. 

COOP — So  next  time  all  the  publicity 
guys  have  to  do  is  crook  a  finger. 

COOPER — (grinning)  I  wouldn't  go 
that  far.  You  see,  there's  always  the  initial 


YOU  CAN'T  BE  GOOD  Ut  Jl<dLfWOcd 

(And  Make  Good,  Too) 


FACTS  are  more  fascinating  than  fiction,  and  SCREEN 
GUIDE,  the  large-size  picture  magazine  of  motion  pictures 
and  their  strictly-human  stars,  gives  you  facts — pure  facts! 
For  example,  read  in  July  Screen  Guide  how  stars  who  stir 
up  trouble  usually  make  good  —  while  the  goody-goodies 
don't.  These  facts  are  fun! 

Other  Scoops  in  July  Screen  Guide: 

Ginger  Rogers:  Strange  situations  in  her  amazing  private  life. 
Errol  Flynn:  Challenged  by  real-life  sea-captain  Stirling  Hayden,  of 
"Virginia,"  for  No.  1  spot  among  screen  adventurers! 
Lana  Turner:  The  "Sweater  Girl"  is  better  without  her  sweater! 
Deanna  Durbin:  First  photo  scoop  of  Deanna  as  a  married  woman! 
Carole  Landis:  An  intimate  visit  with  Movies'  most  exciting  female. 
Hedda  Hopper:  Hollywood  Cafe  Society,  reported  by  an  "insider." 
Irene  Dunne:  Her  complete  new  wardrobe,  described  by  Yolanda. 

COLOR  PORTRAITS:  Lana  Turner,  Errol  Flynn,  Cohina  Wright. 
ALSO  pages  of  gossip,  beauty  hints,  movie  reviews,  fashions. 


Screen  Guide  =e.  ,  IO0 


SCREENLAN'D 


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Torrid  Test  in  Palm  Springs  proves 

a  Dab  a  Day  keeps  P.  0!  away! 

(*Underarm  Perspirafion  Odor) 


This  amazing  test  was  one  of  a  series, 
supervised  by  registered  nurses,  to 
prove  the  remarkable  efficacy  of 
Yodora— a  Deodorant  Cream  that's  ac- 
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1.  In  the  morning,  Miss  A.D.  ap- 
plied Yodora  to  underarms. 

2.  Played  2  sets  of  tennis— at  91°  in 
the  shade! 

3.  Examining  nurse  pronounced  un- 
derarms sweet  —  not  a  taint  of 
P.  O.— Perspiration  Odor! 

Yodora  gives  positive  protection! 
Leaves  no  sickly  smell  on  dresses.  Ac- 
tually soothing.  104,  254,  60^. 
McKesson  &  Robbins,  Inc.,  Bridgeport,  Conn. 


panic  to  overcome.  And  there's  bound  to 
be  a  headache  or  two  along  the  way.  Get- 
ting up  on  a  stage,  for  instance.  You 
shouldn't  do  that  unless  you  can  dance  or 
sing  or  tell  'em  a  tale.  But  the  boys  say  no, 
all  they  want  is  to  see  you.  So'  you  find 
yourself  uttering  words,  and  you're  not 
funny  or  very  intelligent  or  coherent.  You 
feel  you're  up  there  under  false  pretenses. 
Your  original  hunch  was  right. 

COOP — You  mean  they  throw  things? 

COOPER— Not  yet!  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  they've  always  been  very  kind.  Which 
makes  you  feel  worse.  Because  they  don't 
get  a  run  for  their  money.  The  least  I 
could  do  is  turn  handsprings  for  them. 

COOP— Why  don't  you? 

COOPER— And  fall  on.  my  face?— It's 
an  idea,  at  that.  Give  'em  a  laugh. 

COOP — What've  you  learned  along  the 
way?  What  would  you  tell  a  guy  who  was 
starting  where  you  did  ten  years  ago? 

COOPER— Not  to  shoot  his  face  off. 
You're  likely  to  do  less  harm  by  keeping 
3rour  mouth  shut  than  open. 

COOP— As  for  instance? 

COOPER— Well,  everybody  in  Holly- 


wood has  a  problem,  and  no  fellow  really 
understands  the  other  fellow's  situation 
thoroughly.  So  you're  seldom  qualified  to 
give  advice.  Somebody  comes  to1  you,  let's 
say.  "They  want  me  to  do  this  part,"  he 
tells  you.  "Eve  read  it,  and  it  stinks.  I'd  be 
miscast."  He  tells  it  to  you  in  such  a  way 
that  you  may  agree  with  him.  You  get  hot 
and  bothered.  "Tell  'em  to  go  soak  them- 
selves," you  say.  "Who  do  they  think  you 
are?  Tell  'em  you  won't  do  it."  The  guy 
was  steamed  up  before,  you  give  it  the 
finishing  touch.  He  goes  and  raises  hell. 
Somebody  else  does  the  part  and  it  does 
the  other  person  a  world  of  good.  The  first 
guy  gets  sore  at  you.  Even  if  he  doesn't 
say  so,  he's  thinking,  why  did  that  fat- 
head have  to  sound  off?  And  he's  right. 
Then  there's  another  kind  of  talk  that  does 
still  more  harm.  You  meet  a  lot  of  people. 
Some  you  like  immediately,  some  you  dis- 
like immediately.  You've  got  no  reason  to 
dislike  'em — just  something  you  get  or 
don't  get  in  the  personality.  A  name  comes 
up,  and  you  find  yourself  throwing  in  a 
crack  about  a  fellow  you  don't  really  know. 
Maybe  you  get  to  know  him  later,  and  dis- 


Dorothy  Thompson,  brilliant  columnist  and  radio  commentator,  visits  blonde  Virginia  Bruce 
and  director  Al  Green  on  the  "Senate  Page  Boys"  set.  With  all  Miss  Thompson's  inside 
Washington  dope,  it  would  seem  her  presence  was  a  decided  asset  to  the  all-star  cast. 


If  this  stallion  could  speak  he'd  say,  "actors 
get  all  the  breaks."  Bob  Hope  "Caught  in 
the  Draft"  with  Dorothy  Lamour. 


cover  how  thoroughly  wrong  you've  been. 
Maybe  he's  like  yourself — selfconscious  in 
certain  company,  always  putting  the  wrong 
foot  forward  at  the  right  time,  with  a — 
kind  of  diffidence,  maybe,  that  covers  up 
what  he's  really  like.  You've  contributed 
loose  talk  about  someone  who  never  hurt 
you,  who's  said  only  nice  things  about  you 
maybe,  and  when  you  hear  that,  you  really 
feel  like  a  louse. 

COOP — 'Same  idea  as  "John  Doe"? 

COOPER— Something  like  it.  Only  I 
dug  this  up  on  my  own,  not  to  plug  the 
picture. 

COOP — It's  "Sergeant  York"  we  ought 
to  be  plugging  now. 

COOPER  (Uneasily)— Sure.  Can't  we 
leave  it  to  the  publicity  boys? 

COOP — Here's  something  I've  always 
wanted  to  get  from  headquarters.  This 
one'll  tell  you  Hollywood's  bughouse.  That 
one'll  tell  you  it's  as  normal  as  any  place 
else.  Which  is  it? 

COOPER— Both!  But  more  sane  than 
loony.  Only  people  like  to  believe  it's  the 
other  way  round.  More  exciting.  Say,  some- 
thing crazy  happens  in  Hollywood.  By  the 
time  the  public  hears  about  it,  it's  been 
blown  up  till  it  really  sounds  like  a  dinger. 
I  maintain  that  life  in  Hollywood,  as  lived 
by  seventy-five  percent  of  the  movie  crowd, 
is  normal.  Screwballs  here,  same  as  every- 
where else.  But  the  average  of  decent, 
hardworking  people  is  as  high  here  as  any- 
where. In  liberality,  higher.  I  think  they 
part  with  more  money  for  the  other  fellow 
than  persons  of  equivalent  earning  power 
in  other  walks  of  life.  I  think  they're  okay. 
Get  a  little  tired  of  seeing  mud  slung  at 
'em.  Makes  me  a  little  mad. 

COOP — What  about  plush  bathtubs  and 
goldlined  swimming  pools? 

COOPER— And  a  team  of  white  ele- 
phants to  drag  'em  up  Hollywood  Boule- 
vard !  That's  what  I  mean  by  blowing 
things  up.  Most  of  the  movie  people  I  know 
spend  sanely  and  save  sanely.  Of  course 
you  could  live  in  a  two-room  flat,  hire  no 
one  to  do  your  laundry,  pay  what  dough 
you  should  to  the  government,  and  come 
out  with  a  fairly  goodsized  piece  of  jack 
at  the  end  of  a  few  years.  But  to  do  that, 
you'd  have  to  divorce  yourself  from  life. 
On  the  other  hand,  you  don't  have  to  own 
an  expensive  foreign  car  or  jewelry  from 
here  to  there.  You  can  live  as  you  would 


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SCREENLAND 


There's  a  definitely  undecided  look  in  Joan  Bennett's  eye,  almost  as  though  she  is  giving 
last-minute  contemplation  as  to  who  will  be  the  lucky  man  in  "She  Knew  All  the  Answers." 
The   predatory   males,   John    Hubbard   and    Franchot  Tone — as   though   you   didn't  know. 


fin  any  town,  spend  according  to  your 
means,  save  in  proportion,  make  a  group 
cf  congenial  friends,  entertain  once  a  week, 
:e:ijoy  the  present  and  plan  for  the  future — 
as  far  as  your  spirits  will  let  you,  knowing 
what  people  on  the  other  side  are  going 
{through.  Of  course  there's  this.  If  you 
stick  around  Hollywood  all  the  time,  there's 
t  ie  risk  of  losing  your  sense  of  proportion. 
You  want  to  get  out  every  so  often.  And 
t:iat  doesn't  mean  hop  a  train,  go  to  Xew 
York,  spend  your  time  at  21  and  the  shows, 
ind  come  on  back.  That  way,  you  lose  contact 
With  what  your  country's  made  up  of — the 
people  in  between.  'When  you  get  the 
chance,  let  Hollywood  and  Xew  York  go 
Tang.  If  I  happen  to  be  off  in  the  w  inter, 
r.vy  wife  and  I  drive  a  couple  of  days  out 
cf  Tucson  for  the  hunting.  Or  up  to  Idaho 
for  the  trout-fishing.  I  was  born  in  the 
Rocky  Mountain  section.  It's  beautiful.  We 
get  out  into  the  real  country,  and  stay  as 
long  as  we  can  among  the  people  of  the 
country.  I  haven't  the  words  to  describe 
exactly  what  it  does  for  you.  All  I  can 
say  is,  it  makes  you  feel  good.  We  stop 
£t  little  towns  and  sort  of  look  around  a 
tit,  go  into  stores,  see  what  other  folks  do. 
see  what  a  dollar  buys  there,  compared  with 
what  it  buys  in  Hollywood  and  Xew  York. 
The  difference  is  sometimes  pretty  startling. 
When  you  get  back,  your  perspective's 
clearer. 

COOP — I  hear  you've  always  wanted  a 
cattle  ranch  in  the  Rockies. 

COOPER— Still  do.  May  get  one  yet  if 
I  can  find  the  right  place. 

COOP — What  do  you  do  with  yourself 
when  you're  not  working? 

COOPER — Does  anvone  care? 

COOP— You'd  be  surprised! 

COOPER— Well,  what  I  like  best  when 
I  get  a  da}-  off  is  to  ride.  We  keep  a  couple 
of  saddle  horses  on  a  ranch  leased  by  a 
friend  of  mine,  about  half  an  hour's  drive 
from  the  house.  I  like  tennis  too,  swell  way 
to  get  a  workout.  Xever  played  till  I  mar- 
ried, but  my  wife's  very  good  and  I  had 
to  learn  in  self-defense.  She  can  still  beat 
me,  though  I've  had  her  on  the  ragged 
edge  once  or  twice. 

COOP — How  about  evenings? 

COOPER— When  I  'm  working,  just 
dinner  and  maybe  a  movie.  We  see  most 
of  them  at  the  neighborhood  theater.  Once 


in  a  while  in  a  friend's  projection  room. 
One  thing  I  don't  do  is  curl  up  with  a 
book.  Xot  much  of  a  hand  at  keeping  up 
with  the  current  output.  Half  a  dozen  pages 
and  I'm  washed  up.  Go  out  maybe  once  a 
week.  Dance — after  a  fashion.  I'm  not  very 
hot  at  it.  It's  fun,  though. 

COOP— How  old's  the  little  girl? 
Maria? 

COOPER— Three  and  a  half. 

COOP — What  are  you  trying  to  do  with 
that  handkerchief?  Make  shredded  wheat? 

COOPER — How  about  laying  off  me  at 
this  point? 

COOP — Ah,  come  on,  Coop.  I  know  you 
don't  give  out  about  the  kid.  but  strain  a 
point,  will  you?  Does  she  look  like  you? 

COOPER— People  say  she  looks  like 
both  of  us.  I  don't  think  she  looks  like 
either  of  us.  She's  quite  a  kid.  husk}-,  big 
for  her  age  and  plenty  tough.  Likes  to  get 
out  on  the  beach  and  into  the  water.  I'm 
going  to  teach  her  to  swim  this  summer. 

COOP — What  do  you  mean,  she's  tough? 

COOPER— Just  naturally  tough,  that's 
all !  Rides  a  bike.  Rides  a  pony.  I  take  her 
down  to  the  place  where  they  sell  pony- 
rides,  and  she  doesn't  want  me  to  hold  her 
on.  Xuts  about  stories.  Stuff  like  Henny- 
Penny  and  Peter  Rabbit.  Makes  me  read 
'em  over  and  over.  All  the  way  through 
too.  W  on't  let  me  skip.  She's  got  a  couple 
of  bantam  hens  and  a  rooster.  To  her  the 
chickens  are  the  actual  chickens  in  the 
book.  Walked  out  of  the  pages.  Same  with 
Peter  Rabbit.  Once  in  a  while  she'll  see  a 
cottontail  go  whisking  over  the  grass.  She 
can't  understand  why  he  won't  say  hello 
to  her,  why  he's  such  a  friendly  guy  in  the 
book  and  so  shy  on  the  lawn.  This  stuff 
sounds  kind  of  silly  to  me! 

COOP — Sounds  like  music  to  me.  Know 
anv  more  like  that? 

COOPER— Well,  she  did  pull  a  fast 
one  the  other  day.  Heard  somebody  say, 
"Pop's  going  out."  She  picked  it  up  quick. 
"G'by,  Pop,"  she  said  Sort  of  surprising, 
the  first  time  your  kid  calls  you  Pop.  Look, 
this  is  nothing  new  to  people  with  kids  of 
their  own.  It'll  bore  the  hide  off  'em.  Got 
to  be  getting  back  to  the  set,  anyhow.  Been 
nice  seeing  you.  Come  around  again,  and 
we'll  talk  about  bears  and  mountain  lions. 
So  long. 

COOP— So  long,  Pop! 


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OUR  COVER  GIRL 
RITA  HAYWORTH 


What  It  Takes  to  be  A  Hollywood  Husband! 

Continued  from  page  26 


and  they  were  all  busy.  Remembering  his 
friend's  halting  recommendation  of  Rita, 
he  phoned  her  grudgingly.  The  voice  at  the 
other  end  of  the  line  was  quiet  and  quite 
prim.  "No,  I'm  not  busy,"  she  was  saying 
in  that  soft  voice.  "Yes,  you  may  come  up, 
but  if  you  want  to  take  me  out  you  must 
meet  Mother,  and  Father  first." 

Holy  smoke !  Judson  winced  but  went. 
-Surprisingly,  the  girl  was  not  dull  or 
mousey.  She  had  a  full-blown,  lush  bru- 
nette beauty  and  was  quite  a  looker — if 
you  looked  hard  enough.  Trouble  was,  she 
was  timid  and  shy  and  hid  her  light  under 
a  dark  bag  of  a  dress. 

When  he  left  that  evening,  Ed  thought : 
"There's  a  potential  keg  of  dynamite  if 
only  she'd  let  up.  That  girl  could  be  the 
greatest  siren  in  pictures  if  she  only  knew 
what  to  do  with  herself.  Why,  she  could 
make  every  other  girl  look  like  Miss  North 
Ciam  Beach  of  1925." 

A  week  later,  Judson,  leaving  for  South 
America,  called  on  Rita  to  say  goodbye. 
At  that  time,  Rita  was  working  in  west- 
erns at  one  of  the  Grade  B  movie  outfits 
that  turn  out  "quickies."  She  had  just  been 
let  out  at  Fox  and  this  was  the  sure  road 
to  oblivion.  Eddie  found  her  sitting  on  a 
box  in  the  dim,  draughty  stage.  Her 
Mother  was  hovering  over  her. 

"Look  here,"  he  said  impatiently,  and 


without  quite  meaning  to  say  it,  "your 
mother  shouldn't  be  here  with  you  while 
you're  working.  You're  a  big  girl  now. 
How  do  you  expect  to  be  treated  like  one 
if  you're  always  tied  to  Mama's  apron 
strings  ?" 

Rita  looked  up  with  a  start,  and  Eddie 
backed  away  embarrassed.  "I'm  sorry,  I 
didn't  mean  to  butt  in  and  no  reflection  on 
your  Mother,  you  know.  It's  just  that  I 
think  you  can  go  far  if  only  you'd  do 
things  the  smart  way,  instead  of  the  wrong 
way.-.  .  ." 

And  so  they  were  married !  It  was  after 
marriage  that  this  modern  Pygmalion  took 
his  Galatea  in  hand  and  transformed  her 
from  an  obscure,  drab  bit  player  who 
loitered  on  the  fringe  of  the  movie  sets, 
into  a  breath-taking  star,  a  girl  who  is 
more  in  demand  for  gloriously  glamorous 
roles  than  any  other  star  in  Hollywood. 
During  the  past  year,  Rita's  salary  was 
doubled  and  she  has  had  only  eleven  days 
off  in  all  between  pictures.  She  has  ap- 
peared in  seven  pictures  and  could  have 
worked  in  five  times  that  many  if  she  were 
quintuplets. 

How  it  was  done  is  not  magic,  but  Jud- 
son. Eddie  Judson  is  a  shrewd  business- 
man. He  used  the  same  business  principles 
to  sell  Rita  that  he  employed  to  sell  auto- 
mobiles and  oil  contracts.  He  mapped  out 


Another  fetching  pose  of  Miss  Hay- 
worth,  Columbia  Pictures  star,  wearing 
the  dazzling  bathing  suit  you  see  on  our 
current  cover.  Because  of  the  interest — 
even  excitement! — sure  to  be  aroused  by 
the  beauteous  portrait,  we're  giving  you 
a  description  of  the  suit. 

It's  Catalina  Swim  Suit  Style  4497— 
twopiece  candy  stripe  satin  Lastex  with 
quarter-skirt  and  self  belt.  Retails  for 
$4.00. 

each  step  of  his  wife's  campaign  just  as 
he  would  map  out  a  sales  campaign.  There 
would  have  to  be  certain  investments  made 
in  Rita,  but  each  investment  would  have 
to  pay.  This  would  seem  like  a  daring — 
perhaps  an  idiotic  campaign  to  anyone 
else.  To  Eddie  Judson  it  was  safe  and 
sound  business  principles  to  put  a  com- 
modity across,  and  they  sat  down  to- 
gether to  map  it  out. 

"You're  lucky  you  aren't  too  well  known 
in  Hollywood,"  Ed  told  her,  not  unkindly. 
"Because  you're  going  to  start  all  over 
again,  and  this  time  the  -right  way.  Here's 
the  way  we  ought  to  plan  it :  Step  No.  I 
will  be  self-improvement.  Step  No.  2  will 
be  self-display.  Step  No.  J  will  be  making 
a  name  for  yourself.  Step  No.  4  will  be 
getting  the  right  roles  and  keeping  you 
smack  before  the  public  so  that  you'll  be 
'hot'  at  the  box  office." 

Rita  listened  breathlessly  to  her  hus- 
band's ambitious  plans...  Without  his  vision 
and  common  sense  to  conceive  this  under- 
taking, and  without  his  financial  aid  at  the 
beginning  to  help  her,  Rita  might  still  be 
one  of  the  girls  in  the  mob  scene. 

They  decided  that  she  should  take  dic- 
tion, French  and  singing  lessons  to  im- 
prove the  resonance  and  flexibility  of  her 
voice;  then  dramatic  lessons  to  make  her 
less  self-conscious  and  more  professional. 
Rita  studied  prodigiously.  Lessons  were  the 
best — $20  a  shot  for  dramatic  lessons,  $10 
apiece  for '  singing  and  so  on. 

With  Rita  studying  so  intensively,  there 
was  so  much  improvement  within  six 
months  that  they  decided  she  was  ready 
for  Step;  No.  2 — to  wit,  self-display. 

Eddie  went  with  her  on  the  first  clothes- 
buying  splurge  and  selected  a  form-fitting 
gray  gown  that  clung  to  her  like  silver 
fluid  poured  over  her  body.  Then  he  sug- 
gested that  she  wear  her  hair  long  and 
loosely  waved,  instead  of  in  the  tight,  tor- 
tured curls  tbat  were  the  style  then. 

"I'm  not  a  clothes  designer  or  a  hair- 
dresser," Ed  laughed,  "but  I  am  a  man 
and  I  know  what  men  like  to  see  on 
women." 

Following  Eddie's  advice  to  the  letter, 
Rita  appeared  before  him  dressed  exactly 
as  he  had  told  her,  her  head  held  high 
and  proud. 

"Honey,  you  look  wonderful,"  he 
gasped.  "Now  I  want  to  show  you  off  to 
the  right  people." 

He  took  her  to  the  Trocadero  that 
night,  and  it  was  to  be  the  turning  point 
in  her  career.  Eddie  knew  what  he  was 
doing  when  he  escorted  her  into  the  plush 
inner  sanctums.  This  was  the  hangout  of 
the  stars  and  star-makers,  and  he  knew 
it  would  be  the  right  showcase  for  Rita. 
But  even  he  wasn't  quite  prepared  for  the 
sensational  good  luck  they  were  to  have. 

Seated  at  a  ringside  table  when  Rita 
walked  in  with  Ed  was  Howard  Hawks, 
the  producer.  He  stared  at  her  unashamedly 


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md  toward  the  end  of  the  evening,  came 

0  their  table  and  introduced  himself. 
'You're  a  knockout,"  he  told  Rita.  "I 
loticed  you  as  you  came  in  and  I  thought 
f  I  enjoy  looking  at  you  then  the  public 
vill.  I  am  looking  for  a  girl  to  play  a 

ren  role  in  'Only  Angels  Have  Wings.' 
A  on't  you  call  to  see  me  tomorrow  morn- 
ng  about  it  and  we'll  arrange  a  screen- 
est?" 

The  campaign  was  working !  Rita  got 
Ihe  part,  and  it  was  the  role  of  the  sultry 
tbarmer  in  the  picture  that  brought  her  to 
jhe  attention  of  the  public. 
'  Now  Eddie  Judson  was  the  husband  of 

1  Hollywood  glamor  girl.  The  dangerous 
jart  was  this :  he  would  have  to  work  not 
inly  to  effect  the  successive  steps  in  the 
ampaign  to  make  his  wife  a  star,  but  he 
ould  also  have  to  preserve  his  own  ego 

nd  personality  in  the  face  of  his  wife's 
ccumulating  success.  But  they  never  devi- 
ted  from  their  plan. 

!  Step  No.  3  was  to  get  Rita's  name  be- 
fore the  public  so  that  fans  would  ask  for 
per.  Such  requests  have  a  habit  of  getting 
o  the  attention  of  movie  producers. 

By  this  time.  Ciro's  had  replaced  the 
[Troc  as  Hollywood's  showcase.  Here, 
lightly,  photographers  fell  over  each  other 
so  snap  pictures  for  all  types  of  publica- 
jons.  Once  a  week,  Rita  and  Ed  went  to 
Ziro"s.  Invariably,  when  Rita  entered, 
leads  turned  to  stare.  No  other  woman  in 
the  room  was  dressed  with  the  chic  and 
the  dash  -  of  la  Hayworth.  All  of  her 
feowns  were  designed  to  accentuate  her 
i.vomanly  charms.  Rita  never  appeared 
pore  than  twice  in  the  same  gown,  and 
every  time  she  entered  the  photographers 
ivoke  up  with  a  start  and  scrambled  to  her 
:able  to  shoot  her. 

The  photographers  and  reporters  are 
crazy  about  Rita  and  would  do  anything 
pi  the  world  for  her.  Why  not?  No  matter 


This  is  "step  no. 
2"  in  the  Ed  Jud- 
son campaign  to 
make  his  beaute- 
ous wife  famous: 
Being  seen  in  the 
right  places  by 
the  right  people. 
Rita  Hayworth 
and  her  most  un- 
selfish spouse 
dining  at  the 
Cocoanut  Grove 
of  the  Ambassa- 
dor Hotel.  Hol- 
lywood husbands 
would  do  well  to 
note  Mr.  Jud- 
son's  philosophy. 

hen  Weissman 


how  busy  she  is,  she  never  turns  down 
their  request  for  pictures.  When  she  ap- 
pears in  public,  she  is  dressed  the  way  the 
public  likes  to  fancy  a  Hollywood  movie 
star  is  dressed,  and  her  pictures  are  easy 
to  sell  to  editors.  Katharine  Hepburn,  Gin- 
ger Rogers  and  Margaret  Sullavan  may 
appear  in  dungarees  and  polo  coat  and 
scowl  at  the  camera  boys  as  though  they 
were  boogey  men,  but  not  Rita.  She  gives 
them  their  money's  worth,  and  they  have 
rewarded  her  by  making  her  the  most 
widely  photographed  actress  in  Hollywood. 

This,  of  course,  is  showmanship  par  ex- 
cellence and  Rita  is  just  following  their 
plan.  Ed  knows  the  importance  of  the 
press  and  he  always  tells  Rita,  "Be  nice 
to  them.  Cooperate,  and  they'll  be  a  great 
help  to  you." 


The  press  boys  like  Eddie  too.  He  is 
hearty  and  jovial,  invites  them  to  the  house 
and  is  a  regular  guy  with  them.  When 
Rita  is  so  busy  in  pictures  that  she  has  no 
time  to  pose  for  photos  they  arrange  for 
her  to  devote  her  free  Sunday  to  the  chore. 
He  does  everything  he  can  to  make  things 
as  easy  as  possible.  As  a  result,  these  Sun- 
day sessions  are  well-organized  and  run 
smoothly  and  quickly.  Everyone  gets  what 
he  wants — the  boys  get  their  pictures  and 
Rita  gets  pages  and  pages  of  publicity.  Ed, 
of  course,  has  his  own  work  which  keeps 
him  busy  during  the  week,  but  no  matter 
how  strenuous  his  own  job  is,  he  always 
finds  the  time  to  devote  to  Rita's  progress. 

He  realizes  the  importance  of  eye-catch- 
ing gowns  for  his  wife  and  it  was  his  idea 
that  practically  all  of  Rita's  salary  go  into 


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a  glamorous  wardrobe  while  he  foots  the 
expenses  of  home  and  incidentals.  That, 
you  must  admit,  is  a  generous  husbandly 
gesture. 

It  was  Ed  who  put  Rita  wise  to  the 
trick  that  her  gowns  should  be  selected  for 
their  photogenic  value.  Eddie  says,  "A 
gown  that  looks  well  in  the  flesh  but 
doesn't  photograph  well  is  not  much  use 
to  Rita's  career.  All  of  Rita's  gowns  are 
the  kind  that  will  look  well  in  the  roto- 
gravure !" 

Being  married  to  a  movie  actress  is  no 
cinch  for  the  man.  Ed's  work  is  done  at 
five,  and  being  a  normal,  fun-loving  sort 
of  guy  he  likes  to  go  out  in  the  evening. 
But  when  Rita  is  working — and  that  seems 
to  be  all  the  time  these  days ! — her  alarm  is 
set  for  6  :00  a.m.  That  means  she  goes  to 
bed  early.  This  hampers  Eddie's  social 
activities,  but  he  doesn't  mind.  He  rounds 
up  some  of  the  boys  for  a  poker  session  or 
an  evening  at  the  fights. 

When  they  do  go  out,  however,  Eddie 
still  insists  that  they  dress  up — and  he 
abhors  donning  his  "soup  and  fish"  so  you 
can  imagine  what  a  sacrifice  it  is — and  go 
to  the  Right  Places,  be  it  Ciro's,  a  theater 
opening,  or  some  smart  event  that  draws 
the  crowds.  Rita  doesn't  buy  a  gown  with- 
out consulting  him  and  his  advice  is  so 
sound  that  photographers  still  rush  to  her 
side  to  click  away  at  her. 

They  enjoy  going  out  because  both  Rita 
and  Ed  love  to  dance,  but  on  the  other 
hand,  Ed  doesn't  think  it  is  a  good  idea  to 
overdo  it,  so  they  limit  their  "public  ap- 
pearances." 

"If  Rita  made  Ciro's  a  nightly  hangout," 
Ed  explains,  "she'd  become  as  taken  for 
granted  as  the  silverware.  Rita  must  main- 
tain her  exclusiveness.'' 

Does  that  technique  still  work?  And 
how!  When  Ann  Sheridan  walked  out  on 
Warner  Brothers  during  her  strike  for 
more  money,  there  was  a  vacancy  left  in 
"Strawberry  Blonde."  It  was  a  solidly 
glamorous  role  and  one  that  many  a  star 
would  have  given  her  best  pair  of  eyelashes 
to  get.  Raoul  Walsh,  the  director,  happened 
to  see  Rita  in  one  of  her  Venus  de  Milo 
gowns  at  Ciro's,  and  gasped,  "There's  our 
'Strawberry  Blonde.'  "  She  was  tested  and 
hired  on  the  strength  of  it. 

Which  reminds  us,  too,  that  while  Ann 
Sheridan  and  other  film  stars  may  go  on 
strike  because  they  feel  that  they  are 
underpaid,  Mr.  Eddie  Judson  will  see  to  it 
that  his  wife  never  does  anything  like  that. 
Although  Rita  has  had  her  pay  almost 
doubled  in  one  year,  it  still  is  a  small  sal- 
ary, judged  by  Hollywood  standards.  A 
well-meaning  friend  pooh-poohed  Rita's 
salary,  said  she  was  worth  much  more 
considering  her  tremendous  box  office 
appeal  and  suggested  that  she  walk  out  in 
a  demand  for  more  money. 

Eddie  angrily  put  his  foot  down.  "Lis- 
ten," he  said,  "I've  been  a  businessman  a 
long  time ;  long  enough  to  know  that  there 
isn't  a  man  who  is  bigger  than  his  industry. 
No  one  person  is  responsible  for  the  suc- 
cess of  an  undertaking,  and  there  isn't  a 
soul  who  cannot  be  replaced.  I  don't  ca.re 
what  the  other  stars  are  earning.  Rita 
makes  more  than  enough  to  live  on  very 
well.  We're  not  squawking  and  she's  not 
going  to  walk  out  on  an  industry  that  has 
been  very  good  to  her.  Her  boss,  Harry 
Cohn,  has  been  very  kind  to  her  and  it 
would  be  sheer  ingratitude  to  be  anything 
but  appreciative." 

Yet  in  spite  of  the  integral  role  Eddie 
plays  in  Rita's  career,  he  never  visits  her 
on  the  set,  has  never  been  an  "interfering" 
husband,  stays  suave  and  smiling  in  the 
background.  His  is  a  silent  role  whose 
importance  is  realized  only  by  Rita.  Gene 
Markey,  a  good  friend,  happens  to  know 
the  vital  interest  and  good  judgment  that 

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Eddie  Albert  gives  Ida  Lupino  a  professior 
kiss  in  "The  Gentle  People."  A  delightful  pi 
fession  is  this  movie  business.  Good  pay,  tc 

Ed  manifests  in  her  work.  "Stick  to  th 
fellow  and  take  his  advice,"  he  once  tc 
Rita.  She  does. 

Rita,  for  instance,  would  like  to  swit 
from  sirens  to  "nice  girls."  Would  like 
leave  the  flash  and  sex  and  do  the  sort  I 
timid  role  she  did  in  "The  Lady  in  Qu«' 
lion,"  in  which  she  walked  through  t  i 
picture    bedraggled    and    lifeless.  Edc 
wants  her  to  establish  herself  as  a  sirt 
first.  "That's  the  sort  of  role  that's  talk 
about.  Play  as  many  of  these  lush  parts 
possible,  and  when  you're  established  y< 
can  play  the  other  kind  of  roles." 

Rita  was  offered  the  feminine  lead 
George  Raft's  latest  picture  but  she  ai" 
Ed  talked  it  over  and  decided  against 
because  she  would  have  only  two  chang 
of  costume  in  it.  When  Marlene  Dietri< 
later  accepted  the  role,  friends  thought  th 
this  time  Eddie  was  crazy.  But  he  wasn 
Rita  went  into  "Blood  and  Sand"  instea 
and  plucked  for  herself  one  of  the  mc 
spectacularly  glamorous  parts  in  motic 
picture  history.  It  made  Nita  Naldi  fifte. 
years  ago.  It  will  probably  make  Rita  t' 
most  talked-about  girl  in  films. 

In  "Blood  and  Sand"  Rita  has 
wardrobe  which  costs  over  $50,000.  H< 
gowns  are  so  tight  she  can  hardly  sit 
them !  The  studio  borrowed  a  quarter  of 
million  dollars  worth  of  jewels  to  draj 
on  her,  and  the  sets  which  serve  as  bacl 
ground  for  her  cost  the  studio  $75,00 
In  one  scene,  she  and  Tyrone  Power  ena 
what  will  probably  stand  out  as  being  tl 
spine-tingling  scene  of  the  year.  Ty  knee 
at  her  feet,  and  Rita  pulls  him  up  slow 
by  the  hair  until  his  lips  meet  her 
Zowie!  (See  June  Screenland  roto  for 
picture  of  this  scene.) 

The  love  scene  with  Tyrone  Power  w; 
so  hot,  in  fact,  that  the  set  was  orden 
closed  that  day.  This  is  the  sort  of  thir 
that  drives  many  a  Hollywood  husbai 
batty — wondering  what  goes  on  in  h 
wife's  mind  while  she  is  receiving  t! 
kisses  of  some  other  man,  even  if  they  ai 
for  the  benefit  of  a  movie  camera. 

But  this  Hollywood  husband  is  differen 
The  evening  before  the  scene  was  to  1 
shot,  Eddie  rehearsed  it  with  Rita  to  he' 
her  get  it  right.  "Now  honey,''  he  sail 
"when  Ty's  lips  meet  yours,  give  th; 
kiss  all  you've  got.  Do  it  good.  Kiss  hii 
as  though  you  mean  it.  But,  remembe 
think  of  me !" 

Rita  says  she  did.  No  wonder.  A  hu: 
band  like  that  is  worth  thinking  of! 


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Feedbox  Dope  on  Gene  Autry 


Continued  from  page  58 


ide  your  way  from  a  small  town,  to  in- 
lernational  screen  and  radio  fame,  with 
othing  more  than  a  hoss  and  a  gectar. 
to  d,  having  arrived  there,  to  stay  there, 
Lith  just  as  much  ease  as  cantering  over 
e  prairie  in  the  moonlight.  So  my  quest 
>r  "feedbox"  dope  on  this  singing  cow- 
ov  led  me  first  to  the  director  of  most 
f  his  pictures,  Frank  MacDonald,  then  to 
writer,  Betty  Burbridge,  and  then  to 
is  horse,  Qiamp.  And,  of  course,  to  Gene 
imself. 

After  dismissing  the  one  common  crack 
fiat  the}'  all  made,  including  the  horse, 
who  talks  from  the  side  of  his  mouth, 
ke  this),  "He's  so  simple  and  natural," 
Hre  believe  we  got  some  angles  that  should 
>e  of  interest : 

We'll  take  it  for  granted  you  all  know 
:irhat  a  director  is,  although  we'll  admit 
'aat  up  until  fairly  recently,  directors  were 
i  very  vague  quantity  to  us.  Let's  just  call 
jnem  the  Pygmalions  of  the  piece,  for  to  a 
ertain  extent  they  create  the  image  we  see 
m  the  screen :  they  endeavor  to  bring  out 
be  good  qualities,  and  subdue  the  un- 
(leasant  ones,  if  any.  So  you  can  see  a 
irector  should  certainly  know  his  star, 
r.d  Frank  MacDonald  happens  to  be  in 
pe  enviable  position  of  directing  the  ma- 
brity  of  Gene's  pictures.  We  say  enviable, 
br  we  could  mention  some  stars  whose 
I  rectors  would  make  very  bad  bets  for 
■loyds  of  London,  when  it  came  to  insur- 
mce.  Stars  of  the  temperament,  you 
(how. 

Frank  himself  is  a  simple,  unassuming 
hap.  an  Eastern  stage  director  originally. 
Ie  also  has  a  soft  voice,  like  Gene's,  and 
-i/hen  they're  shooting  in  their  quiet  work- 
lanlike  manner,  it  is  difficult  to  realize 
iat  another  Autry  opry  is  under  way.  It's 
v  re  like  a  couple  of  friends  taking  some 
'Ome  movies  for  fun.  Which  is  just  what 
ne  finished  product  is,  come  to  think  of  it. 
Vith  a  slight  difference  in  the  money  de- 
partment, of  course. 

:  Some  of  Frank's  views  on  Gene  give  a 
lood  picture :  "I  think  the  thing  that  im- 
rcsses  me  most  about  Gene  Autry  is  his 
onsideration  of  his  fellow  workers.  This, 
oupled  with  his  amazing  understanding 
f  the  other  fellow's  problem,  is  one  of 
he  main  secrets  of  his  success,  in  my 
pinion.  I've  noticed,  although  he  never 
ahes   his   voice,   'he   somehow  manages 
ever  to  do  a  thing  he  doesn't  wish  to. 
■And  he  never,  never  forgets  to  smile  when 
ies  refusing.   His   sense  of  humor  and 
een  wit  make  working  with  him  unusually 
■leasant.  He  never  gets  a  laugh  at  an- 
ther's expense,  however.  From  my  per- 
:onal  technical  viewpoint,  I  find  him  very 
o-operative.    For   instance,    he   is  more 
han  averagely  interested  in  the  story  of 
:he  picture  he's  doing,  or  is  to  do,  and 
istens  very  carefully  to  see  that  nothing 
;  reeps    into    the    dialogue    or  situations 
,vhich  might  in  any  way  be  on  the  'offside' 
«.s  far  as  the  great  audience  of  children 
s  concerned.  He  insists  upon  a  policy  of 
;eeping  the  stories  clean  and  wholesome. 
;ind  always   up   to  date — we   call  them 
•treamlined  Westerns,  and  we  try  to  make 
he  Autry  pictures  as  features,  instead  of 
just  another  Western.' 
"Gene  is  a  good  businessman,  and  has  a 
ery  comprehensive  grasp  on  this  end  of 
lis  pictures.  He  sees  the  daily  rushes  at 
he  end  of  the  day,  which  is  very  gratify- 
ag  to  a  director,  as  when  the  actors  are 
nterested  in  the  picture  and  their  work  a 


much  better  picture  results.  An  indication 
of  his  kindly  consideration  comes  to  my 
mind :  In  'Gaucho  Serenade,'  while  riding 
alongside  of  a  train  which  was  going  some 
thirty  miles  an  hour,  on  his  horse,  Champ, 
he  made  the  transfer  from  horse  to  train 
himself,  despite  the  fact  that  he  wasn't 
supposed  to  do  so,  as  a  stunt  man  was 
there,  being  paid  to  follow  his  ride  and 
make  the  transfer.  Gene  explained,  'He  was 
there  and  thought  he  might  as  well.'  He 
really  got  a  kick  out  of  it,  but  we  don't 
like  the  stars  to  do  their  own  stunts,  due 
to  the  hazards  and  possibility  of  injury. 

"Then,  on  the  other  hand,  when  some  of 
the  girls  on  'Carolina  Moon'  had  to  do 
some  raring  horse  stunts,  Gene  worried 
and  fretted  until  the  scene  was  over,  for 
fear  one  of  them  would  get  hurt. 

"Socially',  Gene's  no  slouch,  either,"  says 
Frank.  They  both  belong  to  the  famous 
Lakeside  Golf  Club,  where  Gene  plays  golf 
whenever  he  has  a  moment  off.  "He's 
quite  an  after-dinner  speaker,  comparing 
very  favorably  with  Will  Rogers,  in  my 
opinion.  His  speech  at  Smiley  Burhette's 
dinner,  inaugurating  Smiley  for  Mayor  of 
Studio  City,  was  a  well  delivered  and 
humorous  talk."'  (Gene  himself  is  Mayor 
of  all  North  Hollywood.) 

Right  about  here  we  were  joined  by  a 
comely  red-headed  lass  who  was  not  Ann 
Sheridan,  but  the  girl  that  put  the  'oomph' 
into  hoss  operas — Betty  Burbridge.  Know- 
ing that  Betty  entered  the  killer-diller 
writing  ranks  via  the  Household  Hints 
Department  on  a  New  York  paper,  we  felt 
we'd  probably  get  a  truly  feminine,  withal 
professional,  viewpoint  on  Gene.  And  we 
did: 

"Naturally,  in  writing  stories  around 
Gene,  I  must  consider  all  ages  and  sexes, 
and  treat  the  romantic  angle  very  lightly. 
Once  in  a  while,  we  hint  at  a  clinch  in  the 
final  fadeout,  but  it  never  quite  comes  off. 
I'd  say  his  chief  charm  was  that  little- 
boy  quality- — and  the  way  his  eyes  never 
leave  the  face  of  the  person  to  whom  he's 
speaking.  Then,  too,  I  think  his  love  of 
color  in  his  riding  clothes  is  another  indi- 
cation of  this  boyishness.  He  loves  gay- 
colors,  so  he  wears  'em. 

"Recently,  on  a  personal  appearance 
tour,  he  bought  three  new  suits,  but  de- 
veloped a  passion  for  a  pearl  gray-  num- 
ber. So  he  wore  it  for.  a  solid  week,  be- 
tween rush  trips  to  the  cleaners."  (The 
suit,  not  Gene.) 

Gene's  costume  the  day  we  had  lunch 
with  him  was  on  the  mild  side.  A  creamy- 
beige,  with  touches  of  blue  trimming  and 
a  kerchief  of  printed  blue.  The  blue  was 
the  exact  color  of  his  eyes,  and  of  course 
the  whole  costume  was  marvellously  tai- 
lored, further  accenting  his  lithe,  youthful 
lines.  That's  the  first  thing  one  notices 
about  him — his  extremely  youthful  appear- 
ance. That,  and  his  radiation  of  perfect 
health.  It  makes  one  realize  how  few  peo- 
ple we  meet  nowadays  who  seem  really, 
genuinely-  healthy.  And  also,  Gene  knows 
how  to  control  this  healthful  energy  and 
make  it  work  for  him.  Which  brings  us  to 
what  we  consider  the  most  interesting  dis- 
covery we  made  on  Autry. 

In  our  opinion,  the  chief  reason  for  his 
success  is  PACING.  The  steady  giving- 
out  of  this  controlled  energy.  Many  peo- 
ple have  that  vital  energy  which  could  and 
should  bring  success,  but  they  dissipate  it 
by  using  it  in  uneven  hunks,  and  need- 
lessly, on  trivial  things.  Not  Gene.  During 

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two  hours  and  a  half  of  intensive  talking, 
with  all  sorts  of  distractions  (we  were 
lunching  at  Eaton's  Rancho,  near  Republic 
Studios,  and  naturally  Gene  was  hailed 
from  all  sides),  Gene  didn't  make  one 
fussy,  unnecessary  gesture  with  the  silver, 
or  those  countless  futile  gestures  which  so 
many  of  us  make.  And  at  the  end  of  the 
interview  his  energy  was  hitting  as  quietly 
and  evenly  as  when  we  started. 

When  we  ventured  our  great  discovery 
regarding  the  Autry  pacing  to  Frank  Mac- 
Donald,  his  reaction  was  very  satisfactory. 
He  agreed  heartily,  with  "That's  the  most 
penetrating  thing  I've  heard  said  about 
him,  and  it's  very  true ;  he's  always  the 
same,  calm  and  controlled.  You've  got 
something  there." 

Gene  may  be  a  simple  boy,  as  we've 
hinted,  but  his  manners  and  mannerisms 
are  truly  polished  and  sophisticated,  for 
from  the  very  moment  you  meet  him 
you're  old  friends.  His  handshake  in  greet- 
ing is  to  be  envied  by  a  politician.  Firm, 
yet  restrained,  accompanied  by  a  direct 
blue  gaze.  Man,  it  gets  you ! 

His  taste  in  food  is  also  a  delightful 
mixture  of  simplicity  and  sophistication: 
Scrambled  eggs  with  chicken  livers,  but- 
tered toast,  and  iced  tea.  He  gave  strict 
instructions  on  the  chicken  livers,  too.  "Not 
all  chopped  up.  Lots  of  'em  and  where  I 
can  see  'em." 

With  the  utmost  sincerity,  Gene  started 
to  talk  about  himself,  and  his  favorite 
story  is  most  symbolical,  we  think :  "I  was 
to  be  interviewed  this  time  in  England. 
The  interview  was  to  be  at  ten  in  the 
morning,  and  I'd  been  working  until  four 
the  previous  night.  So  when  the  press  boys 
arrived,  I  wasn't  awake.  Rather  than  keep 
them  waiting,  I  slipped  on  an  old  robe 
and  went  in.  They  seemed  pleased,  and 
wrote  nice  things  about  my  bare  feet  and 
uncombed  hair.  So,  naturally,  I  was 
pleased,  too." 

Then,  apparently  feeling  that  he  was 
talking  too  much  about  himself,  he  was 
happy  to  join  in  a  general  discussion  anent 
personality  versus  handsomeness,  as  an  aid 
to  a  screen  career.  There  happened  to  be 
several  former  leading  men  in  the  room  at 
the  time.  They  were  of  the  perfect-profile- 
rugged-masculinity  school,  and  they  all 
looked  alike  somehow.  No  spark  that 
stands  out  from  the  crowd  stuff. 

"Now,  in  my  opinion,"  Gene  said,  "Fred 
Astaire  has  it,  Myrna  Loy  has  it,  Bill 
Powell,  and  Jean  Arthur.  You  can  believe 


Gene  Autry's  nicest  leading  lady  away  f 
the  cameras — his  lovely  wife  Ina,  a  pic 
of  femininity  plus.  Going  places,  cowb 
Gene  wears  these  colorful  cowboy  costu 
exclusively.    Looks    right    attractive  in 

they're  real,  too.  They're  your  neighbo 
After  a  moment,  he  added:  "I  think  M 
Lee  has  it,  too.  She's  in  my  pictures  n 
you  know.  I  saw  her  with  Ted  Wee 
band  in  New  York.  I  hope  the  fans 
approve  of  my  choice  as  a  talent  scout. 

And  before  we  forget  it,  that  "Keei 
Simple"  routine  is  an  asset  even  in  | 
present  chaotic  European  crisis.  For  Ge 
pictures  are  only  shown  at  the  sr 
neighborhood  theaters  (says  he  doesn't 
big  cities),  and  these  are  the  only  hoi| 
now  allowed  to  remain  open. 

Another  thing  we  never  knew  till  i 
about  Gene  is  that  he  wrote  that  song! 
his,  Back  In  The  Saddle  Again.  In  ii 
laboration.  And  he  gets  a  real  pleased  1 
when  he  talks  about  it.  And  he  feels  "ri 
at  home"  before  a  mike,  because  th 
where  he  got  his  start.   But,  then,  iJ 
really  at  home  everywhere,  for  he  is  tr 
a  citizen  of  the  world,  as  his  personal 
pearances  have  proven. 

All  this  time,  Champ,  the  horse,  \\ 


Even  a  big  fellow  like  Gene  Autry  can't  quite  reach  the  gigantic  pair  of  horns  whicl 
decorate  his  sporty  office.  They  are  Texas  long-horn  cattle,  now  almost  extinct,  we're  told 


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Wherever  Gene  goes  he  is  handed  the 
key  to  the  city.  His  office  is  filled  with 
souvenirs  given  by  admirers  the  world 
over.  Gene's  main  appeal  to  his  vast 
audience  is  his  simplicity  and  sincerity. 


ing  by  politely  listening  to  all  this  chit- 
t,  delicately  suppressing  a  yawn  now 

then  with  a  well  manicured  hoof.  But 
jr  he  cleared  his  throat  as  a  signal  that 
darned  well  intended  to  get  into  this 
i.  And  why  not?  Twelve  years  before 

cameras  and  many  a  stolen  scene  give 
lorse  some  rights,  doesn't  it?  And  at 
rt  he  should  have  an  opportunity  to  tell 
ut  the  time  he  went  on  for  Gene,  to 
:>  him  out  of  a  spot.  So,  tossing  his 
le  coyly,  and  opening  his  eyes  wide  like 

boss's,  he  proceeded  to  give  out :  "I'll 
3  lightly  over  my  trailer-home.  En- 
ly  too  much  fuss  has  been  made  over 
luxurious  appointments.  Why  shouldn't 
be  chi-chi?"  (The  slightest  suggestion 
a  snort  here.) 

'I  honestly  think  my  big  moment  came 
t  time  when  someone  had  an  injunction 
something  against  Gene,  and  he  was 
fully  worried  because  he  couldn't  go  on. 
:  hated  to  disappoint  all  those  kids  out 
re.  So  we  stood  in  the  wings  thinking  it 


over,  and  Gene  was  stroking  me  and  sort 
of  talking  to  me,  like  he  does.  He  even 
absent-mindedly  offered  me  a  piece  of 
chewing  gum,  out  of  habit,  I  remember.  It 
occurred  to  me  that  I  knew  the  routine 
well  enough  to  go  out  there  alone,  but 
naturally  such  a  suggestion  coming  from 
me  seemed  tactless,  so  I  just  held  the 
thought  and  nuzzled  Gene  a  little,  and 
tossed  my  head  toward  the  stage  mean- 
ingly. Of  course  he  knew  what  I  meant, 
so,  sure  enough,  I  just  pranced  out  there 
and  mowed  'em  down.  I  went  on  alone 
three  times  that  day.  I  wasn't  selfish, 
though;  I  let  Gene  join  me  in  the  lobby 
afterwards  in  case  anyone  wanted  to  see 
him." 

Pausing  a  moment,  but  not  long  enough 
for  anyone  to  interrupt,  Champ  went  on : 
"I  really  must  trot  off  now.  You  see,  we 
have  a  new  ranch  and  Gene's  going  to 
raise  a  lot  of  those  silly  colts  who  bump 
into  everything,  so  I  have  a  lot  to  do." 
Then,  sitting  down  a  moment  on  the  edge 
of  his  chair,  he  concluded :  "Oh,  yes,  I 
have  to  ring  bells  this  afternoon,  too." 
Looking  around  the  table  with  those  velvet 
brown  eyes,  he  took  full  advantage  of  the 
effect  of  his  announcement  before  he  ex- 
plained. "Did  you  happen  to  catch  our  bell- 
ringing  routine  at  the  Madison  Square 
Rodeo?  You  didn't?"  he  whinnied,  indig- 
nantly. "Well,  it  goes  like  this.  You'll  just 
have  to  imagine  the  music  "God  Bless 
America."  So  saying,  he  reared  to  his  hind 
legs,  placing  the  two  front  ones  daintily  on 
the  table,  his  neck  arched  proudly,  and  his 
mane  seeming  to  wave  triumphantly.  "Now 
you'll  have  to  imagine  that  I  have  tiny 
rings  of  sleighbells  on  both  my  front  legs, 
and  Gene  also  has  bells  in  his  hands." 

W  ith  great  dignity,  Champ  extended 
first  one  leg,  then  the  other,  holding  them 
poised  beautifully  for  a  moment  before 
shaking  the  imaginary  bells.  He'd  then 
wait  with  perfect  timing  for  Gene  to  pick 
up  his  note,  then  continue.  He  was  so  per- 
fect, you  could  actually  hear  the  music, 
and  without  the  excitement  of  the  audience 
and  band,  we  were  thrilled.  Quite  content 
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his  heroic  height  with  a  definite  air,  and 
picked  his  way  daintily  through  the  tables, 
but  paused  long  enough  to  look  back  a 
moment.  Then  he  closed  one  eye  in  a  slow 
wink,  and,  without  moving  his  lips,  mur- 
mured: "Remember,  tell  'em  to  Keep  It 
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the  sort  of  good  time  any  normal  boy  his 
age  would. 

"I  don't  care  about  dancing,"  Holden 
said.  "In  fact,  I  can't  even  dance.  Oh,  I 
can  struggle  through  a  few  steps  if  I  have 
to-  but  my  efforts  could  hardly  be  called 
'dancing'  and  it's  certainly  no  pleasure  for 
the  girl  I'm  with.  I  don't  care  about  night 
clubs  because  I  don't  drink  a  lot  and  going 
to  them  seems  to  me  to  be  a  useless  waste 
of  time  and  money.  I  don't  go  to  many 
parties,  partly  because  they  bore  me  and 
partly  because  I'm  not  asked  to  many.  I 
read  as  much  as  I  can — " 

"What?"  I  interrupted.  "What  sort  of 
stuff  do  you  read?" 

Bill's  eyes  twinkled.  "What  would  you 
like  me  to  read,  for  purposes  of  this  inter- 
view?" 

"You're  catching  on,"  I  encouraged  him. 
"But  just  tell  me  what  you  really  read. 
Whatever  it  is  is  OK  with  me.  If  you 
don't  read  at  all,  that's  OK,  too." 

"Thanks,"  said  Bill.  "Well,  just  now  I'm 
reading  'Out  of  the  Night.'  I've  just  fin- 
ished 'Moment  in  Peking,'  and  before  that, 
'The  Familv,'  and  before  that  'For  Whom 
the  Bells  Toll.'  " 

"Didn't  you  want  to  play  'For  Whom, 
Etc.'?"  I  broke  in. 

"Nope !  All  the  while  I  was  reading  the 
book  there  was  only  one  man  I  could  see  in 
that  part  and  that  was  Gary  Cooper." 

That  was  a  Grade  A  shock.  Bill  is  the 
first  actor  I've  ever  met  in  eleven  years  of 
Hollywood  who  couldn't  see  himself  in  the 
lead  of  any  successful  book  or  novel. 

"Getting  back  to  my  habits,  in  which  you 
seem  so  interested,''  Bill  laughed,  "Ardis 
(that's  Brenda  Marshall)  and  I  like  to  do 
the  same  things.  We  ride  horseback  a  lot 
and  most  Sundays  we  go  out  to  a  rifle 
range  and  shoot.  The  only  hobby  I  have 
is  guns.  I  have  about  twelve.  I've  shot  ever 
since  I  can  remember.  When  I  was  a  kid 
I  always  had  a  BB  gun  and,  as  soon  as  I 
was  old  enough,  a  .22  rifle." 

"Speaking  of  Brenda,"  I  interrupted, 
"what  about  this  romance  business?" 

Bill  blushed.  "We  like  each  other  a  lot," 
he  confessed.  "I  suppose  it  even  goes  deeper 


than  that.  But  neither  of  us  wants  to  g 
married.   Anyhow,   not  now.  We're  bo 
just  getting  a  good  start  and  we  want 
wait  and  see  how  things  turn  out  for  us 

"You  mean  you  won't  get  married  for 
year,  maybe?"  I  ejaculated  incredulousl 

"Oh,  heck,  no,"  he  exclaimed.  "If  we  ( 
marry  it  will  probably  be  a  lot  longer  th; 
that.  We're  having  a  swell  time  the  w; 
things  are  and  we  don't  either  of  us  see  ai 
reason  for  changing  it." 

When  I  had  recovered  from,  and  c 
gested,  this  astonishing  bit  of  news  I  sai 
"How  did  you  feel  when  you  first  start 
dating  Brenda — ■" 

"Say,"  Bill  interposed,  "would  you  mil 
calling  her  'Ardis'?  That's  her  real  nar 
and  I  like  it  a  lot  better.  I  don't  knc 
what  the  studio  could  have  been  thinkii 
of  to  change  a  swell  name  like1  that  to 
commonplace  name  like  Brenda." 

"Alright,"  I  agreed,  "when  you  fii 
started  dating  Ardis  how  did  you  feel  wh 
you'd  pick  up  a  paper  or  magazine  a) 
read  all  about  your  marriage  plans?" 

He  grinned.  "At  first  it,  made  me  se 
conscious  and  I  also  used  to  see  red.  ] 
call  up  columnists  and  the  publicity  c 
partments — hers  and  mine  both — and  t 
them  all  what  I  thought  of  them  for  prii 
ing  stuff  like  that  when  it  hadn't  even 
basis  of  truth.  But  all  you  can  get  out 
arguing  with  either  the  press  or  public: 
departments  is  the  worst  of  it.  So  now  I 
just  ignore  it  and  go  our  way.  And 
have  the  satisfaction  of  knowing  that, 
least,  we're  always  a  jump  or  two  ahe 
of  them  because  if  we  go  anywhere  or 
anything    it's    ancient    history — over  a 
done  with  as  far  as  we  are  concerned 
before  they  can  find  out  about  it  and  pr 
it.  I'd  hate  like  the  deuce  to  ever  start  c 
to  get  married  and  have  the  papers  print 
before  it  happened!" 

"Tell  me  something  else,"  I  urged.  "W 
is  it  that  as  soon  as  an  actor  or  actn 
begins  to  get  ahead  they  always  mc 
away  from  home?" 

"I  can't  answer  for  anyone  but  mysel 
he  replied  slowly.  "In  my  own  case,  I 
crazy  about  my  family  but  I  felt  if  I  w 


Sealyham  terrier 
Johnny  Hitchcock 
is  starred  with 
Cary  Grant  in 
RKO's  "Before 
the  Fact."  Cary 
stoops  to  get  a 
better  view  of 
the  pup's  histri- 
onic ability.  We 
nominate  this  the 
Cutest  Still  of  the 
Month.  Agree? 


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Seeing  double  is  a  pleasure  in  this  instance.  It's  the  Rodik  twins,  Verna  and  Verda,  appear- 
ing in  new  film,  "The  Return  of  Daniel  Boone."  A  towel  protects  them  from  splinters. 


er  to  develop  any  self-reliance  or  poise 
ought  to  get  away  from  them  and  de- 
er.d  upon  myself.  Another  thing,  they  live 
Pasadena  and  that's  too  far  to  drive 
~e  a  day. 

•  L  don't  live  any  differently  now  than 
did  then,"  he  continued.  "At  first  an- 
ther fellow  and  I  had  a  seven  room  house 
I  Beverly.  YVe  paid  $150  a  month  for  it, 
it  the  maid's  salary,  light,  water,  gas  and 
iu:idry  on  top  of  that  made  it  quite  an 
em.  I  was  gone  three  months  on  location 
:> ih  'Arizona'  but  the  house  cost  me  about 
125  a  month  just  the  same.  When  I  got 
ack  I  said,  'I've  had  enough.  I'm  going  to 
ve  by  myself.'  So  I  got  a  little  three  room 
partment  in  the  Valley-  for  $50  a  month, 
jrr.ished  it  the  way  I  want  and  I'm  having 
swell  time  living  there  alone.  I  have  a 
itchen  stove  but  about  all  I  know  how  to 
ook  is  a  steak  and  a  can  of  peas.  Once  in 
while  my  coffee  turns  out  alright."  He 
hook  his  head  sadly.  "It's  a  pity-,  too.  be- 
ause  there  is  no  one  who  loves  good  food 
lore  than  I.  Now.  if  I  were  like  Bob 
'reston  I  could  really  go  to  town.  There's 
boy  who  is  a  cook." 

"Do  you  keep  a  maid  or  a  boy?"'  I  pried. 


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do  my  own  housework  and  every  once  in 
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"I  don't  spend  much  more  for  amuse- 
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About  the  only  difference  is  that  now  if  I 
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leaping-Lena  fashion,  "how  did  you  get 
your  name?" 

"Studio,"  he  retorted  briefly.  "My  real 
name  is  William  Beedle,  which,  you'll 
agree,  is  no  name  at  all  for  an  actor.  Did 
you  ever  see  a  'Beedle'  in  lights?  The 
studio  suggested  some  high-sounding  mon- 
ickers like  William  Randolph  and  William 
Stuyvescant  and,  for  once,  I  put  up  a 
squawk.  I  didn't  want  to  go  through  the 
rest  of  my  life  with  a  handle  like  that.  So 
then  one  of  the  fellows  in  the  publicity 
department  remembered  he  had  a  friend 
downtown  who  was  assistant  editor  or 
something  on  one  of  the  big  papers  and 
whose  name  was  Holden.  So  I  guess  I'm 
named  after,  him." 

"And  now  you're  his  god-son  protege." 

Bill  looked  surprised.  "Am  I?"  he 
queried.  "I've  never  met  the  man.  Say,"  he 
burst  out  once  more,  "God  knows  I  owe 
a  lot  to  every  director  I've  ever  worked 
with  and  don't  think  I'm  not  grateful  to 
them.  But  I  wish  you  could  say  something 
about  Mitch  Leisen  who  directed  me  in 
T  Wanted  Wings.'  I  don't  know  what  he 
did  or  how  he  did  it  but  that  was  the  first 
time  I've  ever  gone  into  every  scene  in  a 
picture  understanding  beforehand  exactly 
how  it  should  be  played." 

"You  spoke  of  Bob  Preston  a  moment 
ago,"  I  changed  the  subject  once  more.  "I 
know  you  and  he  are  great  friends  but  not 
long  ago  Stirling  Hayden  was  also  blowing 
his  top  about  what  a  pal  you've  been  to 
him.  How  did  you  and  he  get  acquainted?'' 

"I  don't  know  if  you'll  understand,"  Bill 
said,  "but  when  you  first  come  on  a  lot, 
before  people  know  whether  you're  going 
to  amount  to  anything  or  not,  no  one  pays 
any  attention  to  you.  I  was  here  six  weeks 
before  I  went  into  'Golden  Boy.'  I  wanted 
to  get  acquainted  but  it  seemed  as  though 
no  one  else  on  the  lot  did.  I  wanted  to 
learn  so  I  used  to  go  on  sets  until  assistant 
directors  were  ready  to  have  me  thrown 
in  the  jug  to  keep  me  out  of  their  hair. 
When  Stirling  first  came  out  here  he 
didn't  know  anyone  and  I  saw  him  wan- 
dering around  with  a  kind  of  lost  look  on 
his  kisser.  So  I  went  up  and  introduced 
myself  and  said,  'I  know  how  you  feel' 
and  that  started  it." 

Success  hasn't  spoiled  him.  "Why  should 
it?"  he  demands.  "There  is  only  a  hair- 
line that  divides  success  and  failure  in 
Hollywood.  The  people  I've  worked  with 
have  contributed  as  much  to  any  success  I 
may  have  achieved  as  I  have.  Without 
their  help  I  wouldn't  be  here."  He  paused 
a  moment,  scratched  his  head  and  chuckled. 
"I  don't  know  if  I  should  tell  this  but  it's 
funny.  In  'Arizona'  I  guess  I  wasn't  im- 
portant, or  something,  because  I  was  the 
only  principal  in  the  cast  who  hadn't  a 
dressing  room.  We  were  on  location  at 
Tucson  in  a  city  we'd  built  for  the  picture. 
In  one  scene  I  had  to  change  my  pants  so 
I  stepped  into  Wesley  Ruggles'  office.  The 
wardrobe  boy  took  my  pants  and  ran 
down  the  street  with  them  to  the  wardrobe 
department  to  get  the  others.  While  I  was 
waiting  for  him  to  come  back,  Wes  and 
Claude  Binyon  (who  wrote  the  story) 
came  in  and  Wes  said,  'Bill,  do  you  mind 
stepping  outside  for  a  little  while?  Claude 
and  I  have  something  to  discuss.'  I  said, 
'Not  at  all,'  and  I  just  stepped  outside  in 
my  shorts.  There  were  about  a  thousand 
Mexicans  standing  around  and  you  should 
have  seen  their  eyes  popping  out.  But, 
anyhow,  I  got  a  dressing  room  after  that!" 

Of  course,  I'm  just  getting  well  started 
on  the  subject  of  William  Holden  (the 
aforementioned  incidents  being  only  a  few 
illustrations  of  "why")  but,  after  all,  an 
entire  magazine  can't  be  devoted  to  one 
player.  I  can  only  add  in  closing,  in  case 
you  haven't  already  surmised,  that  he  is 
even  more  likable  off-screen  than  on.  The 
kid  is  absolutely  amazing. 


Ah  me!  It's  young 
love!  Jackie 
Cooper  appears 
stymied  as  to 
how  best  sur- 
mount  the  word- 
less barrier  that 
sits  between  him 
and  dreamy-eyed 
Jane  Withers. 
There's  a  tech- 
nique, Jackie, 
but  that  only 
comes  with  age. 
It's  "Her  First 
Beau,"  a  Colum- 
bia   film  treat. 


Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 

Continued  from  page  17 


teaspoons  chopped  parsley,  1  cup  chopped 
walnut  meats,  salt  and  pepper. 

SWEET  POTATOES  AND 
MARSHMALLOWS 

3  cups  freshly  boiled  sweet  potatoes 
mashed,  y2  cup  sugar,  cup  butter,  1  cup 
chopped  pecans,  add  raisins  if  desired  or  any 
other  combination  of  nuts  and  raisins  or 
either  alone.  Place  whole  marshmallows  on 
top  and  bake. 

"Once  we  served  a  most  successful  fruit 
cocktail  with  this  dinner.  We  had  fresh 
pineapple,  oranges,  apples  and  bananas,  all 
cut  up,  and  we  added  red  hots — those  tiny 
red  candies  with  a  hot  flavor — set  the  whole 
thing  in  the  refrigerator  for  an  hour,  during 
which  some  of  the  red  hots  melted  down 
into  the  fruit,  and  when  we  took  it  out  and 
removed  the  remains  of  the  candy,  it  left 
a  superbly  different  taste." 

Brenda's  kitchen  is  an  up-to-the-minute, 
tiled  and  shining  place.  Never  having  been 
in  one  before  she  entered  it  as  a  bride,  she 
finds  it  a  fascinating  spot,  and  is  beginning 
to  find  out  about  cooking  first-hand. 

"I'm  improving  slowly,"  she  boasted.  "I 
now  understand  such  terms  as  'simmer,' 
'fold  in,'  and  so  on.  But  Owen  has  more 
jokes  on  me!  Once  I  made  a  chocolate 
bombe.  I  think  I  was  supposed  to  use  bitter 
chocolate,  or  at  any  rate  unsweetened  choco- 
late, but  I  didn't  know  that,  so  I  put  in  mill: 
chocolate  and  it  was  something  terrible.  But 
we  ate  it ! 

"I'm  a  little  nervous  yet  about  entertain- 
ing when  Owen  isn't  on  hand  to  help  me 
out,  but  I  did  try  a  luncheon  for  two  of  the 
girls  at  the  university  last  week.  It  was  a 
success.  Anyway,  nobody  starved.  This  was 
my  menu : 

MENU 

Jellied  Ham  Loaf 
Green  beans  with  olive  oil 
Corn  Zephyrs 
Green  Salad 
Rhubarb 
Tea 

The  ham  loaf  was  made  by  Brenda's  cook, 
but  she  prepared  the  rest  herself. 

CORN  ZEPHYRS 

(This  makes  eleven  7x1  inch  corn  sticks.) 
1  cup  white  cornmeal 
1  tablespoon  Crisco 


Scald  by  pouring  over  them 
4  cups  boiling  water 
Add  1  teaspoon  salt 

Cook  cornmeal  in  double  boiler  for  thifl 
minutes.  Stir  frequently.  Cool.  Whip  4 
whites  and  x/&  teaspoon  salt.  Fold  lighl 
into  cornmeal  mixture.  Bake  in  shallow  pa 
at  350  degrees  for  l/2  hour.  Grease  pans  a| 
preheat  them. 

"The  beans  are  cooked  in  the  usual  wi 
but  before  serving  you  pour  in  a  few  drd 
of  olive  oil  for  each  serving,"  advij 
Brenda. 

"I  adore  rhubarb.  When  I  serve  it,  I 
it  up  in  dice,  leaving  the  skin  on,  unless 
skin  is  very  tough.  Then  I  cook  it  \\| 
hardly  any  water,  but  with  enough  sua 
to  sweeten.  I  cook  it  slowly,  not  boilina 
but  letting  it  simmer.  The  sugar  sinks  ia 
the  dice  but  the  pieces  keep  their  shq 
fairly  well.  If  you  like,  you  can  put  a 
of  whipped  cream  on  top.  But  I  don't. 

When  the  Wards'  friends  drop  in 
night,  Owen  has  a  game  that  has  tall 
everyone's  fancy.  He  has  a  small  pistol  tl 
shoots  beebee  shot ;  with  this,  he  has  a  pri| 
ing  outfit  that  prints  targets  on  paper, 
places  a  paper  target  over  an  open  box.i 
that  the  beebees  will  fall  inside  the  box  \ 
not  all  over  Brenda's  rugs  and  curtains, 
guests  try  their  skill. 

"I'm  pretty  good  at  a  rifle,  with  all 
practice  I  get,"  confessed  the  young  actr<| 
"but  so  far  I  haven't  learned  to  handle 
pistol  so  well.  Owen  thinks  we  should  I 
learn  to  use  pistols  so  that  we  can  prod 
ourselves  whatever  happens,  and  he  11 
have  the  right  idea.  At  any  rate,  it's  req 
a  fascinating  game." 

For  hot  weather,  according  to  Brer' 
there's  nothing  to  take  the  place  of  so 
hot  or  jellied.  "There's  a  soup  that  jell?, 
your  refrigerator,  did  you  know?  It's| 
nice  for   summer.   Campbell's  Coiisow 
Madrilcnc — beef  and  tomato  broth — is 
of  this  kind  of  soup  and  it  makes  a  grl 
luncheon  dish  on  a  warm  day.  Anot  j 
delicious  dish  is  made  with  a  can  of  CaiJ 
bell's  tomato  soup  and  one  of  Campbt 
pea  soup,  mixed  together  and  served  vi 
hot. 

"Did  you  ever  try  melba  toast  in  cl 
densed  tomato  soup?  You  cut  your  br| 
quite  thick,  butter  it  and  put  it  in  a  pai 
your  oven  and  bake  it  until  it's  crisp.  Tj| 
put  the  bread  in  your  soup-plate  and 
the  hot  soup  over  it.  You  can  cut  your  br 
in  strips,  if  you  prefer." 


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We're  relaxing  during  the  dog  days. 
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Victor  (GWTW)  Fleming  produced 
"Dr.  Jekyll  and 
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Director  Fleming 

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Virginia  O'Brien. 


Norman  (Comedy)  McLeodhasdirected. 

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Vol.  XLIII,  No.  4 


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Tyrone  Power's  New  "Blitz-Kiss"  Technique!  Elizabeth  Wilson  22 

Are  Hollywood  Wives  Jealous  of  Women  Stars? ....  Gladys  Hall  24 
Third  Winner  of  the  6-Star  Contest 

As  selected  by  Claudette  Colbert  26 

"Sweetheart  of  the  Campus" 

Complete  Fictionization  Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  28 

One  Woman's  Husband.  Preston  Foster  Ben  Maddox  30 

Judy  Canova's  Advice  to  Homely  (?)  Girls 

As  told  to  Jack  Holland  32 

New  Pet  Picture  Contest!   34 

The  Secrets  of  Sanders  Fredda  Dudley  51 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 

"Tom,  Dick  and  Harry"  Conclusion ...  ...  ...  Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  62 

SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

Mickey  Rooney,  Jack  Oakie,  Georgia  Carroll,  Jack  Haley,  Ann  Sher- 
idan, Martha  Raye,  Merle  Oberon,  Joseph  Cotten,  Cobina  Wright,  Jr., 
Fred  MacMurray,  Errol  Flynn,  Bob  Hope,  Linda  Darnell,  Constance 
Moore,  Mary  Martin,  Sonja  Henie,  The  Most  Beautiful  Still  of  the 
Month. 

DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot  from   Hollywood   6 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes.  Priscilla  Lane  Betty  Boone  8 

Tagging  the  Talkies   10 

Fans'  Forum   12 

Honor  Page   14 

Screenland's  Crossword   Puzzle  Alma  Talley  15 

Beauty  Sermon  on  the  Sun.  Joan  Crawford.  .  .  .Courtenay  Marvin  54 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  56 

Yours  for  Loveliness   66 


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IEAN  ARTHUR  wants  to  retire  after 
J  two  more  pictures,  her  friends  are  say- 
ing. If  she  does,  long  will  she  be  remem- 
bered by  those  who  worked  with  her  in 
Hollywood.  Latest  story  on  Jean  concerns 
her  love  for  animals.  On  a  recent  picture, 
she  was  much  more  upset  because  the 
dogs  had  to  work  under  a  blazing  sun, 
than  she  was  over  her  fellow  players. 
Squealing  pigs  almost  reduced  Jean  to 
tears.  If  she  wasn't  running  off  to  a  vet 
with  a  carload  of  dogs,  she  was  untying 
them  so  they  could  run  free  of  the  set. 
The  "small  animal  man"  who  was  hired 
by  the  studio  spent  all  his  time  rounding 
them  up  again  for  the  picture. 

f^LENN  FORD  is  getting  his  Hollywood 
education  early.  For  his  new  picture 
Glenn  had  to  go  to  Westmore's  beauty 
salon  and  get  a  permanent.  He  sat  there 
next  to  a  group  of  women  and  listened  to 
them  dish  all  the  latest  Hollywood  gossip. 

C  YE  shadow  to  match  your  gown !  It's 
L-  the  newest  fad  in  Hollywood.  Hedy 
Lamarr  made  an  entrance  at  Giro's.  Her 
lids  were  covered  with  gold  dust  to  match 
her  gold  lame  dinner  dress.  The  entire 
room  practically  rose  to  its  feet  and  stared. 

THERE'S  a  job  waiting  for  Virginia 
•  Bruce.  Just  as  soon  as  her  baby  is  born, 
Virginia  can  go  into  a  New  York  musi- 
cal. The  famous  Cole  Porter  wants  to 
write  something  especially  for  her.  Cole 
says  that  Virginia's  rendition  of  his  "I've 
got  you  under  my  skin"  is  the  finest  inter- 
pretation ever  done  on  any  of  his  songs. 


Wish  Eva  Gabor, 
left,  a  happy  Hol- 
lywood landing! 
She's  Paramount's 
newest  Hungarian 
importation  and, 
as  you  can  see,  is 
easy  on  the  eyes. 
To  hear  tell,  Eva 
has  plenty  of 
ooo-la-la.  Watch 
for  her  first  film, 
"Forced  Landing." 
Now  for  a  discord- 
ant note:  John  Bar- 
rymore,  below,  gets 
an  ear-splitting 
earful  in  "World 
Premiere,'1  the 
"Great  Profile's" 
latest    film  opus. 


In  the  meantime  Virginia  is  praying  that 
the  stork  will  deliver  a  boy. 

WALTER  ABEL  was  showing  some 
very  important  English  visitors  around 
the  Paramount  lot.  One  of  them  asked  to 
meet  John  Barrymore.  Walter  was  a  bit 
perplexed.  He  didn't  know  Barrymore  too 
well.  Neither  did  he  know  just  how  the 
unpredictable  profile  might  take  to  the 
idea.  But  they  went  on  the  set  and  Barry- 
more couldn't  have  been  more  charming. 
Just  as  Walter  was  beginning  to  relax, 
Tohn   turned  to   one   of  the  guests  and 


FROM 
HOLLYWOOD 


roguishly  inquired,  "Tell  me,  old  fellow, 
what  do  you  think  of  the  bar  maids  in 
England  ?" 

CURRENT  rumor:  That  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck and  Robert  Taylor  had  several 
word  battles  recently,  while  living  in  a 
New  York  hotel.  That  Bob  dined  alone  on 
shipboard  while  sailing  through  the  Canal 
back  to  Hollywood.  That  Barbara  arrived 
back  in  Hollywood,  unescorted  by  Bob. 
Current  truth  :  There  were  no  word  battles. 
"Sorry  to  disappoint  the  gossips,"  says 
Barbara  wryly.  Bob  did  dine  alone  oc- 
casionally. Barbara  was  in  bed  for  two 
weeks  with  a  painful  pleurisy.  Bob  didn't 
escort  Barbara  all  the  way  back  to  Holly- 
wood. He  got  off  at  the  California  desert  to 
get  a  two-day  sun  tan.  Current  prediction: 
That  Barbara  and  Bob  are  happy  and  con-^ 
tented  and  will  remain  that  way — unless 
Hollywood  radio  commentators  and  col- 
umnists further  insist  on  "separating"  them. 


THERE'S  a  little  cafe  called  the  "Blue 
I  Evening."  It's  close  to  Warner  Bros, 
studio.  Handy  for  Ann  Sheridan  who 
likes  to  stop  by  on  her  way  home  for  a 
quick  bite  to  eat.  Ann  likes  to  order  tiny 
baloney  sandwiches.  She  eats  the  inside 
and  leaves  the  bread.  A  tipsy  gentleman 
at  the  bar  watched  all  this  through  the 
mirror.  Then  he  staggered  over  to  Ann 
and  said :  "How  are  you,  my  beautiful 
meat-eating  orchid?"  For  once  Ann  had 
nothing  to  say. 

THE  divorce  rumors  started  when  Mrs. 
John  Garfield  decided  to  get  a  new  nose 
job.  John  was  in  New  York  at  the  time. 
When  he  returned  Mrs.  G  had  been  to 
Dr.  Harold  Holden,  Hollywood's  famous 
plastic  surgeon.  (He  "did"  Mary  Living- 
stone and  many  others.)  While  the  band- 
ages were  still  on,  John's  wife  remained 
home.  He  went  to  the  Derby  a  few  times 
alone.  Once  he  went  to  the  fights.  Ever 
since  then  Hollywood's  insisting  it's  all 
over.  The  Garfields  have  never  been  happier. 


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(But  they  olways  come 

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(     )  REGULAR  (     )  SUPER  (     )  JUNIOR 

Name  — - 

Address  — — 

City  State  


PRISCILLA  LANE  lives  in  an  English 
cottage  set  on  a  knoll  cupped  among 
the  hills  above  San  Fernando  Valley. 
Tree-covered  hills  to  the  west  seem  to 
climb  to  the  sky ;  little  hills  to  the  east, 
flecked  with  yellow  mustard,  make  a  roll- 
ing crescent  toward  farther,  steeper  slopes ; 
the  cottage  faces  a  terrace  planted  in  starry 
blue  flowers  across  its  private  drive,  and 
behind  it,  below  both  formal  and  informal 
gardens,  the  valley  stretches  into  green 
distance. 

"The  minute!  we  set  eyes  on  this  place, 
we  knew  it  belonged  to  us,"  confided  Pris- 
cilla.  "It's  so  cottagy  and  informal,  and 
we're  an  informal  family.  The  other  house 
we  had  was  almost  a  sleeper  jump  from 
the  studio.  Going  back  and  forth  took  too 
much  time.  Toward  the  last  of  our  stay 
there,  prowlers  bothered  us,  we  thought 
they  were  trying  to  get  in  through  the 
windows,  and  being  just  women,  why 
shouldn't  I  admit  we  were  practically 
scared  stiff? 

"While  Mother  and  I  were  away,  Rose- 
mary found  this  cottage  and  we  fell  in 
love  with  it.  Not  that  it  was  perfect  at 
the  time.  In  California  they  say  you  don't 
make  a  home,  you  make  it  over.  That's 
what  we  did.  On  the  face  of  it,  an  English 
cottage  calls  for  simplicity  and  informality. 
This  one  had  a  very  formal  living  room, 
dining  room  and  master  bedroom.  See  how 
silly  that  was,  when  every  door  except  the 


front  one,  is  a  Dutch  door !  When  y< 
open  the  top  half  of  your  door  the  gardf 
is  practically  in  the  house.  It's  light  ai 
gay  and  cosy  and  charming.  In  oth> 
words,  we  like  it !" 

When  the  Lanes  arrived,  the  fireplai 
in  the  living  room  was  marble,  the  drap* 
were  of  heavy  stiff  satin  that  swept  tl 
floor,  the  lighting  fixtures  were  xlabora 
enough  for  a  chateau,  and  the  carpet  w; 
a  pale  peach  color.  "That  carpet  was 
beautiful  thing,  though  too  delicate  for  us 
so  we  had  it  dyed  Mother's  favorite  cole 
deep  mulberry,"  explained  Priscilla.  "\\ 
tore  out  the  fireplace  and  put  in  a  simp 
white  brick  one,  replaced  the  drapes  wi' 
straight-hanging  figured  ones,  put  up  whi 
cottage  curtains  and  substituted  plain  ligli 
ing  fixtures  for  the  chandeliers.  The  furn 
ture  we've  had  ever  since  we  lived  in  Ne 
York  is  maple,  which  belongs  to  this  ty; 
of  house ;  we  had  some  pieces  upholstere 
bought  a  few  more  and  feel  quite  please 
with  the  result." 

Lemon  yellow,  beige-and-brown,  cc 
shades  of  blue  and  robins'  egg  green,  a 
harmonize  and  blend  like  so  many  crocust 
in  a  mulberry  bowl. 

"Mother  made  the  white  rug  by  t! 
hearth."  The  rug,  at  a  little  distance,  loci 
as  if  it  were  of  fine  white  fur.  "It's  mai 
of  string !  A  child  could  make  one."  SI 
knelt  beside  it,  eagerly,  her  fair  curls  fal 
ing  forward.  "The  heavy  white  base  conn 


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tm  mm 


the  map  of 
fully   in  our 


jove,  Priscilla  Lane  with 
r  rose  garden,  described 
nry.  The  Lanes  put  their  collective 
ads  together  and  re-designed  their  domi- 
e  with  an  eye  to  comfort  and  casualness. 


marked  with  blue  dots,  and  in  each  dot 
i  tie  a  tuft  of  string.  You  take  a  ball 
string,  wind  it  like  mad  on  a  card,  cut 
both  ends  and  tie  the  tuft  in  the  middle 

0  your  blue  dot  and  pull  out  the  ends, 
len  each  dot  is  tied  in,  you  have  your 

You  can  have  it  dyed,  if  you  like, 
t  we  like  it  white,  it's  so  deep  and  soft, 

1  cleans  like  magic." 

the  dining  room  wallpaper  was  origi- 
ly  of  a  formal  pattern,  the  drapes  stiff 
1  heavy,  the  furniture  too  stately.  "The 
im  is  too  small  for  formality,  even  if 
were  a  formal  family,  so  we  papered  it 
mulberry  with  a  simple  trellis  and  flower 
tern,  put  up  crisp  white  curtains  and 
Right  in  our  maple    dining  room  set. 
iraer  cupboards  were  already  there — in- 
igruous  with  the  other  furniture — and 
filled  them  with  pretty  flowery  china, 
the  cottage  tradition." 
The  kitchen  needed  no  alteration.  It  is 
-lie  in  clear  yellow,  the  circular  breakfast 
ok  upholstered   in   the   same  cheerful 
:  or.  Dutch  doors  open  from  it  to  the  red- 
-  dd  paneled  den,  and  in  turn  from  that  to 
6  roofed  patio. 

'The  den  was  perfect."  gloated  Priscilla. 
,*e  adore  the  red  brick  fireplace  and  the 
jount  of  space  for  entertaining.  When 
jrains  or  is  chilly  this  is  our  playroom, 
t  let  the  sun  shine — or  even  the  stars — 
"d  we  spill  out  on  the  patio." 
Other  bedrooms  in  the  cottage  were 
aly  adapted  to  Lane  taste,  but  the  master 
droom  (shared  by  Priscilla  and  Rose- 
jary,  because  they  won't  be  separated) 
is  a  very  formal  affair,  a  pedestal  be- 
ath  the  elaborate  satin-headboarded  bed, 
painting  of  a  nude  woman  above  that, 
d  similar  ideas  in  decoration  carried  out 
;ewhere. 

jThe  Lanes  removed  pedestal  and  all, 
l^tituted  simple  twin  maple  beds  with 
etty  spreads,  a  deep  blue  rug,  some  com- 
rtable  chairs,  bookcases  and  dressers  and 
lite  criss-crossed  cottage  curtains.  Each 
rl  has  her  own  daintily  fitted  dressing 
ora  and  bath. 

''Right  now  we  are  finishing  a  barbecue 
the  lower  garden  and  putting  in  a  swim- 

ing  pool  where  the  fishpond  used  to  be. 

iter  that  we  will  build  dressing  rooms 

i  that  knoll  where  the  young  trees  grow, 
hen  that's  ready,  overflow  guests  can 
{Please  turn  to  page  73) 


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Priscilla  Lane  not  only  looks  loveliei 
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turns  in  a  whale  of  a  good  job.  He; 
role  as  a  surprised  heiress  require: 
ability  with  a  flair  for  reality,  whffij 
Priscilla  possesses.  May  Robson  is  super- 
super.  It  is  she  who  transforms  Pan 
(Pat  Lane)  from  rags  to  riches.  Ronalc 
Reagan  and  Jeffrey  Lynn  are  pleasant  |i 
vals.  To  tell  who  wins  Pam's  hand  wouli 
be    snitching.    Consistently    grand  fun 


Billy  the  Kid — M-G-M 

Did  you  know  that  Billy  the  Kid  once 
worked  for  law  and  order?  This  beau- 
tifully technicolored  film  depicts  that 
little-known  side  of  his  character.  Robert 
Taylor  is  the  handsomest  Billy  to  date; 
but  he's  not  the  Billy  legend  has  him — 
mean,  bitter,  ferocious.  We  can't  quite  be- 
lieve Taylor's  Billy  was  such,  even  with 
five  men  shot  dead  before  our  eyes.  Ian; 
Hunter  and  Brian  Donlevy  supply  the 
culture  in  Billy's  life.  Worth  your  time. 


Love  Crazy—  M-G-M 

To  sum  up,  you'll  love  this!  You'll 
howl  at  the  screen's  most  perfect  "Mr. 
and  Mrs.,"  and  leave  the  theater  feeling- 
good  all  over.  The  Steve  Irelands  (Wil- 
liam Powell-Myrna  Loy)  are  about  to 
celebrate  their  third  year  of  bliss.  The 
plot  starts  popping  when  Myrna's  med- 
dling mama  pays  a  visit;  it  reaches  the 
spontaneous  combustion  point  when  Sieve 
meets  up  with  an  old  flame,  Gail  Patrick. 
Powell's    looney    antics    are  priceless. 


Shining  Victory — Warners 

James  Stephenson  steps  from  his  sen- 
sational success  in  "The  Letter"  to  score 
another  triumph.  The  atmosphere  of  the 
story  is  gloomy  and  at  times  depressing. 
However,  his  role  as  Dr.  Vernier,  em- 
bittered, brilliant  scientist,  keeps  the  grip- 
ping spirit  of  A.  J.  Cronin's  play  intact. 
Dr.  Mary  Murray,  Vernier's  assistant, 
is  sympathetically  played  by  Geraldine 
Fitzgerald.  Barbara  O'Neil,  as  a  frus- 
trated female,  and  Donald  Crisp,  fine. 


They  Dare  Not  Love — Columbia 

It  is  unfortunate  that  the  talents  of 
Martha  Scott,  George  Brent  and  Paul 
Lukas  was  wasted  on  a  film  slow-moving 
and  weak  in  dramatic  intensity.  The  story 
is  being  repeatedly  told  in  current  head- 
lines, the  ruthless  stampeding  of  a  free 
and  happy  people.  George  Brent  is  ousted 
from  Austria  when  Hitler's  marchins? 
menaces  invade  the  country.  Fleein.?, 
he  meets  Martha  Scott.  The  reason  why 
"They    Dare    Not    Love"    is  obscure. 


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She  Knew  All  the  Answers — Columbia 
Even  if  you  knew  all  the  answers 
you  couldn't  get  what  Joan  Ben- 
nett got — a  millionaire — Franchot 
Tone,  by  name.  It's  sheer  make- 
believe,  girls,  so  relax  and  don't 
leave  your  perfectly  good  jobs  and 
boy  friends  and  make  a  dash  for 
Wall  Street.  What  happens  to 
chorus  girl  Joan,  Tone  and  John 
Hubbard,  can  happen  only  in  the 
movies,  darn  it !  The  important 
thing  is  you  will  be  entertained. 
Eve  Arden  giddilv  adds  to  the  gaiety. 


Affectionately  Yours — Warners 

"I'd  marry  you  in  a  split  second 
if  my  wife  "would  give  me  a  di- 
vorce," "Rickey"  Maybcrry  (Den- 
nis Morgan),  reporter,  tells  Irene 
(Rita  Havworth).  The  trouble  is 
he  tells  it  to  all  the  girls.  When 
Sue  (Merle  Oberon)  finally  gives 
him  the  marital  heave-ho,  Rickey 
is  devastated.  She  plans  a  quick 
marriage  re-bound  with  Ralph 
Bellamv.  Amusing,  light,  at  times 
really  funny,  the  stars  will  pro- 
vide 'vou  with  genuine  relaxation. 


The  Gay  Vagabond — Republic 

Roscoe  Karns'  histrionic  gym- 
nastics make  up,  in  a  mild  way,  for 
an  indifferent  domestic  comedy.  His 
dual  role  keeps  him  busy,  to  say 
the  least.  Karns  is  shocked  silly 
when  wifey  (Ruth  Donnelly)  tells 
him  she  has  invested  their  life  sav- 
ings ;  this  for  unselfish  purposes  of 
getting  daughter  (Lynn  Merrick) 
a  rich  hubby.  Karns  gets  fired, 
kicked  out  of  home,  chased  by 
crooks,    is    wooed,    woed.  Lynn 


gets  guv 


witey  gets  wiser. 


Jungle  Girl — Republic 

At  long  last,  a  female  tarzan  who 
flies  through  the  air  with  the  great- 
est of  ease.  This  serial  has  all 
the  ingredients  kiddies  attending 
Saturday  matinees  "eat  up."  Ac- 
tion, excitement,  thrilling  situations, 
suspense.  Frances  Gifford  is  in- 
deed an  attractive  "Tarzana"  in  the 
role  of  Xxoka,  white  daughter  of 
an  American  doctor  brought  up  in 
the  African  jungles.  Tom  Neal  is 
good  as  the  dare-devil  hero.  The 
storv  is  bv  Edgar  Rice  Burroughs. 


The  Wagons  Roll  At  Night — Warners 

This  is  a  so-so  circus  drama  con- 
cerning mostly  the  backstage  life  of 
Nick  Coster  (Humphrey  Bogart). 
owner  of  a  small-time  carnival ;  Flo 
(Sylvia  Sidney),  fortune  teller, 
and  Nick's  girl  up  until  Matt  Var- 
ney  (Eddie  Albert),  lion  tamer, 
makes  his  appearance  as  the  show's 
main  attraction.  Nick  passionately 
protects  his  sister  (Joan  Leslie) 
from  all  contact  with  circus  folk. 
His  plans  go  awry  when  she  falls 
in  love  with  Matt.  Actine  is  A-l. 


Desert  Bandit — Republic 

The  Texas  Rangers  have  been 
romanticized  in  song  and  story. 
Thev.  like  the  Royal  Canadian 
Mounted  Police,  always  get  their 
man.  When  the  west  was  wild  the 
"T.R.'s"  had  to  be  brave  and 
brawny.  Bob  Crandall  (Don  "Red" 
Barry)  was  all  of  this  until  sus- 
pected of  the  murder  of  a  fellow 
ranger.  In  order  to  capture  the  real 
culprit,  he  joined  the  notorious  gun 
smugglers.  Lynn  Merrick  good  in 
tliis  better-than-average  adventure. 


did  he 

mean  . . .  doggy 


or  doggie  legs? 


Vfas  hi;  remark  candidly  canine  . . . 
or  was  he  being  sweet  and  compli» 
mentary  ? 

If  there  is  any  question  in  your 
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11 


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FIRST  PRIZE  LETTER 
$10.00  PRIZE 

I  wanna  know,  "What's  a  Genius?" 
Orson  Welles  is  a  genius.  So  are  Bette 
Davis,  Oscar  Levant  and  Professor  Ein- 
stein. If  a  baby  walks  like  a  four-legged 
animal,  he's  a  genius.  If  a  high-school  kid 
quotes  Shakespeare  and  writes  poetry,  he's 
a  genius,  too.  Everybody's  a  genius !  Don't 
they  have  ordinary  people  any  more  ? 

I  used  to  have  a  silly  idea  that  geniuses 
were  few  and  far  between — sort  of  mirac- 
ulous beings  who  came  only  once  or  twice 
in  the  course  of  a  lifetime.  But  then,  may- 
be this  is  an  age  of  miracles — or  geniuses. 

Old-fashioned  talent  or  sex  appeal  used 
to  be  enough  to  make  a  star ;  now  it  has 
to  be  genius.  Only  the  thing  called  genius 
consists  of  the  same  old  things — talent  and 
sex  appeal.  Since  when  has  either  of  these 
qualities  been  so  remarkable — especially  in 
Hollywood? 

"  MILDRED  PATTERSON,  Lima,  Ohio 

SECOND  PRIZE  LETTER 
$5.00  PRIZE 

I  have  just  returned  from  a  revolting 
exhibition  of  how  not  to  cement  friendly 
relations  with  South  America.  The  picture? 
"They  Met  in  Argentina."  As  an  example 
of  pure  stupidity  in  story  and  acting,  and 
of  insult  to  the  intelligence  of  our  friends 
to  the  south,  it  has  as  yet  to  be  surpassed 
■ — except,  perhaps,  by  those  other  crudities, 
"Argentine  Nights,"  "Down  Argentine 
Way,",  and  "That  Night  in  Rio." 

How  can  we  North  Americans  appre- 
ciate our  neighbors  if  they  are  represented 
to  us  as  buffoons,  half-wits,  etc.?  And 
how  can  our  neighbors  like  us  when  they 
are  burlesqued  and  ridiculed  by  our  Ameri- 
can movie-makers?  No  wonder  there  was 
rioting  in  Argentina  when  that  magnificent 
opus  of  the  Rita  Brothers,  "Argentine 
Nights,"  was  shown  down  there ! 

Surely  there  must  be  ample  material 
for  serious,  historical  pictures  about  South 
America.  They  have  their  national  heroes 
— Bolivar,  ct  al,  (I'm  rather  vague  about 
South  American  life.)  There  are  South 
Americans  with  romantic  Irish  surnames, 
(who  were  ridiculed  in  "They  Met  in  Ar- 
gentina"), who  must  have  an  interesting 
history  Why  don't  the  producers  make  as 
careful  a  study  of  these  people  as  they  have 
clone  in  so  many  really  good  pictures  about 
the  United  States,  Europe,  and  Asia?  I'm 
sure  there  is  just  as  much  drama  and  ex- 
citement— and  real  comedy,  not  just  slap- 
stick— in  stories  of  South  America  as  there 
is  in  any  place  else  in  the  world. 

If  the  producers  don't  wake  up  soon, 
they  will  have  lost  the  South  American 
market.  As  far  as  South  American  musical 


comedies  are  concerned,  they  have  already 
lost  one  customer — me. 

NORMA  A.  GRAHAM,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

FIVE  PRIZE  LETTERS 
$1.00  EACH 

I  wish  the  powers-that-be  would  stay 
their  hand  at  polishing  up  so  many  young- 
sters for  the  screen.  It  irks  us  to  see 
adolescents  like  Linda  Darnell  and  Joan 
Leslie  grimacing  to  portray  the  emotions 
of  life  they  know  nothing  about,  especially 
when  they  are  teamed  with  tried  and  true 
actors  who  have  to  do  the  emoting  for  both 
of  them. 

What  an  uplift  to  see  Bette.  Davis  and 
Jean  Arthur  after  some  of  these  high- 
school  products!  If  they  have  musical  tal- 
ent like  Deanna  Durbin  or  Judy  Garland, 
that  is  different;  but  we  want  our  emo- 
tional actresses  grown  up! 

MRS.  MABEL  BAKER,  Vancouver,  B.  C, 

Canada 

I  go  to  the  movies  quite  a  bit  and  there- 
fore feel  I  can  do  just  a  little  criticizing. 
I've  seen  lots  of  movies  where  the  actors 
try  to  play  the  part  of  a  drunk.  I've  seen 
them  lose  their  hats,  roll  their  eyes  and 
act  just  plain  dumb  to  try  and  put  the  idea 
of  drunkenness  across  to  the  audience. 

Well,  just  last  night  I  saw  "Meet  John 
Doe"  and  I  must  say,  Hollywood  at  last 
has  someone  who  can  act — at  least  the 
part  of  a  drunk.  I  refer  to  James  Gleason. 
I've  never  particularly  liked  him,  but  after 
seeing  him  play  the  drunken  newspaper- 
man in  just  one  scene,  I  feel  that  "he's 
got  something  on  the  ball." 

JAMES  McFEELEY,  JR.,  Albany,  N.  Y. 


Can't  something  be  done  about  this?  It 
seems  like  all  the  pictures  we  see  lately 
are  spoiled  by  giving  the  audience  the  tale 
end  or  climax  of  the  picture  first,  and  then 
going  back  and  starting  the  picture.  I  al- 
ways try  to  arrange  to  see  a  picture  from 
the  beginning  so  the  plot  of  the  story  isn't 
broken  up ;  there's  no  fun  in  reading  the 
last  chapter  of  a  good  book  and  then  start- 
ing at  the  beginning.  But  I've  decided  if 
all  movies  are  going  to  be  like  "Kitty 
Foyle"  and  "Penny  Serenade,"  I  might 
as  well  get  in  on  the  last  ten  minutes  of 
all  the  shows  I  see;  maybe  then  I  can  get 
used  to  the  "Kitty  Foyle"  type. 

I  go  to  the  movies  for  relaxation,  not 
to  piece  the  plot  together,  like  a  jig-saw 
puzzle.  That's  work  ! 

MRS.  A.  L.  HAMPTON,  Spokane,  Wash. 


The  news  of  Jimmy  Stewart's  impend- 
ing visit  to  the  small  town  of  Mountain 
View,  California,  struck  our  little  town  with 


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tell  us  about  it;  it  may  win  you  a 
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a  terrific  impact.  James  Stewart  was  not 
only  visiting,  but  he  was  here  to  stay  for 
he  had  been  transferred  to  the  army  base 
at  Moffet  Field. 

The  whole  town  was  eager  to  get  a 
glimpse  of  the  famous  movie  star,  but  no 
one  knew  just  when  he  was  to  arrive. 
Army  officials  had  shunned  publicity. 

On  March  28,  at  7 :22  a.m.,  it  happened : 
Mr.  Stewart  arrived  in  Mountain  Mew. 
By  sheer  luck  I  was  one  of  the  few  who 
was  at  the  station  to  greet  him.  I  had 
missed  my  7:20  train  and  was  waiting  in 
the  station  room  when  the  7 :22  local 
chugged  in,  bound  for  San  Francisco.  Only 
one  passenger  stepped  oft'  the  train — a  tall, 
lanky  young  man  dressed  in  khaki  and 
wearing  an  Overseas  cap.  His  blue  army 
duffel  bag  slung  over  his  shoulder  and  he 
carried  a  suitcase  in  his  other  hand.  Jimmy 
had  arrived  and  there  were  only  four  per- 
sons there  at  the  station  to  greet  him ! 

Without  fanfare,  the  shy  Mr.  Stewart 
arrived  in  our  little  town.  It  was  indeed 
a  pleasure  to  know  that  Jimmy  Stewart 
has  the  same  likeable  quality  off  the  screen 
that  he  has  on  the  screen.  As  one  of  the 
army  privates  told  me :  "That  Stewart 
guy  is  really  a  swell  fella !  He  doesn't 
talk  much  about  Hollywood;  he  seems  to 
be  thinking  all  the  time.  Boy,  who  wouldn't 
think  about  Hedy  Lamarr,  Marlene 
Dietrich  and  Olivia  de  Havilland !" 

CARL  PERRY,  Mountain  View,  Calif. 




What  has  happened  to  Wallace  Ford? 
This  great,  natural  actor  is  forced  to  take 
parts  like  those  given  him  in  "Two  Girls 
on  Broadway,"  "Scatterbrain,"  and  "Roar 
of  the  Press."  In  all  these  pictures  he  por- 
trayed reporters.  Now  tell  me  how  a  fine 
actor  like  Wallace  can  show  his  talent  with 
roles  like  that? 

Has  the  public  forgotten  his  superb  per- 
formance in  "The  Informer?"  Or  his  poig- 
nant portrayal  of  the  "good  guy"  who 
never  had  a  chance  in  "Back  Door  to 
Heaven,"  which  was  truly  a  great  film  ? 

Won't  some  wide-awake  producer  or 
casting  director  give  this  powerful  dramatic 
actor  a  good,  strong,  meaty  role?  I'll  guar- 
antee you  that  Ford  will  then  rank  right 
up  with  the  Munis,  Tracys  and  Robinsons. 
FRANK  J.  PEPE,  Watertown,  N  .Y. 


HONORABLE  MENTION 

I  wanna  complain  about  those  cowboy 
stars  who  look  old  enough  to  be  John 
Barrymore's  grandfather.  Must  they  all  be 
short  and,  to  put  it  kindly,  stout?  Aren't 
there  enough  young,  handsome  extras 
ready  to  pounce  on  the  chance  for  a  Wild 
W  est  part,  who  do  not  have  excessive 
chins  and  receding  hairlines? 

Boy,  is  Gene  Autry  gonna  hate  me  for 
this! 

HAZEL  LEWIS,  Frankfort,  N.  Y. 


In  your  "Tagging  the  Talkies"  in  the 
June  issue  you  add  this  little  remark  at 
the  end  of  your  review  of  "Rage  in 
Heaven."  "Femmes  will  adore  Sanders  as 
a  hero."  As  a  George  Sanders  fan,  I  pro- 
test the  import  of  such  a  statement !  I 
"adore"  him  even  as  a  villain ! 
CATHERINE  M.  SCHIFFER,  Brooklyn,  N.Y. 


I'm  one  of  those  fifteen-cent  neighbor- 
hood theater-goers,  so  perhaps  my  opinions 
are  worth  just  about  that  much.  It  seems 
to  me,  after  seeing  "He  Stayed  for  Break- 
fast," "This  Thing  Called  Love,"  and 
"Arise  My  Love,"  that  the  movie  powers- 
that-be  are  just  itching  or  daring  the 
Legion  of  Decency  to  take  up  its  cudgels 
with  renewed  vigor. 

Personally,  I  don't  see  why  such  good 
actors  and  actresses  as  Melvyn  Douglas. 
Ray  Milland,  Loretta  Young,  Rosalind 
Russell  and  Claudette  Colbert,  should  lend 
(or  rather  sell)  their  talents  for  such 
shady  entertainment.  "Arise  My  Love" 
could  have  been  such  a  grand  picture  with- 
out all  those  sly  innuendoes,  and  it  seems 
too  bad  that  we  can't  take  our  teen-age 
children  to  pictures  without  having  to 
blush  in  the  dark. 

I'm  neither  a  prude  nor  a  reformer,  but 
I  think  the  movies  could  stand  a  little 
bit  of  both. 

ROSALIE  JACKSON,  Glendale,  Calif. 


Editor  Delight  Evans'  "Open  Letter  to 
Private  James  Stewart"  should  induce 
every  American  male  of  draft  age  to  feel 
proud  that  he  may  be  called  upon  to  serve 
his  country  in  her  hour  of  gravest  emer- 
gency. Miss  Evans,  in  her  article,  indulges 
in  no  subtle  theatricalism — to  make  the 
reader  "feel  sorry"  for  the  "poor  movie 
star"  who  is  forced  to  leave  his  glamor- 
ous job,  fabulous  salary  and  fan  adulation 
for  the  grim  routine  of  soldiering,  at  less 
than  a  dollar  a  day.  Her  writing  is  frank 
and  sincere.  She  reveals — and  truthfully — 
that  Uncle  Sam  harbors  no  flair  for  favor- 
itism. Movie  star,  banker,  doctor,  lawyer, 
merchant  and  humble  clerk  are  all  one  in 
the  Draft. 

MAURICE  JACOBS,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 


When  my  work  with  a  "Travel  Bureau" 
took  me  to  many  foreign  countries,  I  was 
fascinated  and  highly  amused  to  see  the 
reaction  of  foreigners  to  American  movies. 
One  Sunday  night  in  Valparaiso,  Chile, 
we  saw  a  line  of  patrons,  three  blocks  in 
length,  waiting  to  see  Laurel  and  Hardy 
in  "Out  West."  The  script  was  written 
in  Spanish,  the  "talkie"  was  English.  I 
never  watched  such  a  good-natured  audi- 
ence, for  the  house  fairly  rocked  with 
laughter  when  the  pair  burlesqued.  It  was 
a  treat  to  be  in  such  happy  company. 

At  an  open-air  theater  in  Cairo,  Egypt, 
where  "Anthony  Adverse"  was  the  lead, 
the  natives  almost  rolled  from  their  seats 
when  a  lover  was  repulsed.  They  like  best 
to  have  the  young  man  ejected  by  the 
father,  and  then  sigh  in  pain  for  his  lady- 
love outside  the  door. 

In  Italy,  audiences  tire  of  continued 
reels,  so  acrobats  and  jugglers  relieve  the 
boredom  by  throwing  balls  and  gadgets 
to  friends.  At  thrilling  moments  through- 
out, they  alternately  show  their  glee  and 
displeasure  by  exclamation  and  booing. 

Mae  West  is  so  much  the  embodiment 
of  a  type  that  any  blonde  in  London  is 
humorously  addressed  by  that  screen  name. 
After  all,  what  does  it  matter  for  under 
the  skin  we're  all  brothers  and  it  doesn't 
make  any  difference  how  we  enjoy  make- 
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Screenland  Honor  Page 


To  all  concerned  in  the  magnificent  pro- 
duction of  "Major  Barbara"  in  war-torn 
England — an  achievement  in  courage  and 
artistry  seldom  equalled  in  the  annals  of 
the  cinema.  To  producer  Gabriel  Pascal, 
to  star  Wendy  Hiller,  to  fine  actors  Robert 
Morley,  Rex  Harrison,  and  Robert  Newton 
— but  above  all  to  Shaw,  whose  sublime 
wit  made  it  possible.  You  enjoyed  "Pyg- 
malion"— now  don't  miss  "Major  Barbara" 


Shaw,  bearded  genius  of  the  theater  and  now  of  the  films,  holds  forth  to 
Robert  Morley,  Wendy  Hiller,  producer  Gabriel  Pascal.  Seated  lady  is 
Shaw's  secretary.  At  right,  closeup  of  great  actress  Wendy  Hiller.  Below, 
Miss  Hiller  in  scenes  with  Rex  Harrison  and  Robert  Newton.  Critical 
opinion  has  particularly  acclaimed  Newton's  uncannily  clever  performance. 


It  is  one  thing  to  make  a  good  movie  in  Hollywood; 
it  is  quite  another  to  produce  a  splendid  screenplay  in 
England  today.  Working  against  great  odds,  the  gal- 
lant company  of  "Major  Barbara"  have  made  a 
memorable  motion  picture  of  Bernard  Shaw's  play — 
with  Pascal's  superb  direction  aided  by  Shaw  himself, 
and  with  brilliant  performances  by  the  all-star  cast. 


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SCREENLAND'S 

Crossword  Puzzle 

By  Alma  Talley 


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83 

ACROSS 

71- 

Is  indebted  to 

43 

i. 

Our  most  famous  Swedish  film 

74. 

To  express  gratitude 

45 

star 

76. 

Narrow  opening 

47 

6. 

She's   featured   in    "Lady  Be 

77. 

Post  in  a  stair  railing 

50 

Good" 

79. 

She's  featured  in  "Double 

52 

9. 

Co-st2r.  "They  Dare  Not  Love" 

Date" 

1-. 

To  decorate 

80. 

Fowls 

55 

I5. 

"Doomed  to  -  -  -"  (Boris 

81. 

Upright 

Karlofi) 

82. 

Twilled  fabric 

57 

If. 

One  who  dines 

83. 

Green  spots  in  a  desert 

58 

1". 

A  part  in  a  picture 

DOWN 

59 

IS. 

His  most  famous  role  is  "Mr. 

60 

Chips" 

1. 

Clothes 

62 

:c. 

Donated 

2. 

To  worship 

64 

■>- 

Co-star  in  "The  Knockout" 

3. 

Constance  Bennett's  new 

65 

Individualities 

husband 

68 
70 

Printers'  measure 

4. 

Reared 

Japanese  coin 

5. 

"Rookies  -  -  Parade,"  with  Bob 

Queer 

Crosby 

73 

She's  Mrs.  Clark  Gable 

6. 

Fuss 

75 

Star,  "That  Night  in  Rio"  7. 

To  imitate  8. 

Ever  (abbrev.)  9. 

Pa's  wife  10. 

Co-star,  "The  Great  Lie"  H; 

Era,  epoch  12. 

On  the  sheltered  side  13. 

"The  Ramparts  We  -  -•-  -  -,"  IS. 

a  patriotic  film  19 
She's  featured  in  "The  Letter" 

Mexican  screen  star,  formerly  22 

Mrs.  Cedric  Gibbons  24. 

The  choicest  part  of  a  group  28. 

Of,  in  French  30. 
"The  -  -  -  of  Monte  Cristo,"  a 

movie  3 1 . 

Part  of  to  be  33. 
"-  -  -  Night  in  Lisbon,"  a  new 

film  35 
Star  of  "Men  of  Boys'  Town" 

To  gain  j7 

Southern  constellation  38. 

"The  Road  --  Zanzibar"  40. 

Head  coverings  41 

Co-star,  "Million  Dollar  Baby"  42. 


A  number 

Star  of  "Sunny" 

Exist 

Scrap  of  cloth 

Greek  letter 

Not  at  any  time 

Tendency 

Father  (colloq.) 

"All  This  and 

Heaven 

Not  any 

Pintail  duck 

Known  facts 

Charlie  McCarthy's 

mastermind 

Operatic  solo 

Co-star,  "Affectionately 

Yours" 

Famous  movie  bad 

man 

Angry 

Malt  drink 

A  number 

Greek  letter 

Aged 


Co-star,  "A  Man  Betrayed" 
Otherwise 
A  hint  (var.) 
Unit  of  length 

Co-star,  "She  Knew  All  the 
Answers" 

Miss  Jones,  in  "The  Devil  and 

Miss  Jones" 

Birds  of  prey 

Judge  Hardy 

Star,  "Blood  and  Sand" 

To  dine 

To  annoy 


.  Rational 
.  On  the  ocean 
.  Female  sheep 
.  Dry  (as  wine) 
.  Short  sleep 
78.  Army  officer  (abbrev.) 
80.  "-  -  West,"  (with  Marx 
brothers ) 

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SCREENLAND 


An  Open  Letter 
to  "Tiilie  the  Toiler1 
(Otherwise  Kay  Harris) 


Tiilie  (Kay 
vamps 
the  boss 
(above 
and  the 
faithful  Mac 
(William 
Tracy) ,  from 
Westover's 
cartoons. 


QEAR  "TILLIE": 

From  one  working  girl  to  another,  greetings! 
So  you're  in  the  movies  now.  Well,  I  think  it's 
about  time  a  real  working  girl  crashed  Hollywood. 
They  can  use  a  few  more  "Tillies"  out  there. 

You  see,  I  happen  to  know  that  your  Cinderella 
story  is  the  real  thing,  not  dreamed-up  publicity. 
[  admit  that  I  might  not  have  believed  the  fantas- 
tic tale  that  movie  producer  Sparks,  after  testing 
literally  hundreds  of  girls,  finally  snatched  you 
from  your  secretary's  desk  in  Cincinnati,  Ohio — a 
long  way  from  movieland — and  rushed  you  to 
Hollywood  to  play  the  part  of  Russ  Westover's 
cartoon  character  in  Columbia's  new  film  series.  It 
certainly  sounded  too  good  to  be  true — just  an- 
other Scarlett  O'Hara  chase  on  a  minor  scale.  But 
I  believed  it  because  I  heard  all  about  you  before 
your  screen  tests  clicked.  I'm  from  the  middle  west 
myself  and  I  know  your  ex-boss,  Marsha  Wheeler. 


Robert 
Sparks  of 
"Blondie"- 
"Tillie"  se- 
ries with 
wife  Penny 
Singleton 
(  B  londie  ) 
and  discov- 
ery Kay  Har- 
ris (Til  He). 


for  whose  radio  program  you  toiled — and  I  know 
how  thrilled  you  were  when,  with  only  twenty-four 
hours  notice,  you  were  whisked  to  Hollywood  and 
your  big  chance.  And  now,  from  your  first  scenes 
and  your  first  stills  for  "Tiilie  the  Toiler,"  you  look 
all  set  for  a  screen  career,  UNLESS — 

Unless  you  forget  you're  still  a  working  girl. 
That's  the  trouble  with  too  many  Hollywood  ac- 
tresses— with  success  they  forget  they  are  not  much 
different  from  other  working  girls  such  as  stenog- 
raphers and  cashiers  and  waitresses  and  nurse  maids, 
except  in  the  matter  of  salary;  they  become  Big 
Movie  Stars  and  lose  the  common  touch.  Don't  let 
that  happen  to  Tiilie! 


Private  James  Stewart,  above,  with  Betty  Field  making  a 
night  of  it  at  the  Mocambo.  Oh  no,  Jimmy's  not  A.W.O.L; 
the  Army  gave  its  popular  soldier-boy  a  weekend  furlough. 


Exclusive  twosome!  Betty  Grable  and  George  Raft,  above, 
storing  up  energy  (food)  at  Ciro's  which  they  will  later  ex- 
pend on — you  guessed  it — the  rumba.  And  how  they  rumba! 


Stars  in  gay  moods,  romantic  moods,  serious  moods,  even 
sleepy  moods — meaning  you,  Bing!  But  they're  all  wonder- 
fully human  moods,  as  these  exclusive  "candids"  reveal 


Photos  by  Esquire-Globe 


Take  our  word  for  it,  it  is  Bing  Crosby,  above,  wearing  his  Happiness  has  written   a  love  story  in  the  eyes  of  Judy 

best,    and   most  uncomfortable,   bib  and  tucker.   His   Mrs.  Garland  and  Dave  Rose,  above,  and  you  don't  have  to  be 

prevailed  upon  him  to  dine  out,  and  look  what  happened!  a  seer  to  tell.  Everything's  set,  including  date  with  preacher. 


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e-e  s  a 


of  a  lovin    couple  in  Ciro's,  and  they 
- .  '•'  • .  o  -  d  V  - : .  J  s  -  -  G:~e  : 
o   how  they   fesl   about  each  other. 


Don  Ameche  dances  with  bandleader  Phil  Harris'  beautiful 
new  bride,  Alice  Foye,  above.  Going  to  Ciro's  of  a  night 
is  just  like  old  home  week  to  the  Hollywood  stor  contingent. 


style  and  seems  to  like  if,  as  who  v 
above,  is  her  fascinating  table  comp 


fe  a  la  Hollywood 
7?  Ga-y  Cooper, 
We  sigh  in  envy. 


Main  Street  out  for  a  few  hours 


of  fun  after  putting  baby  to  bed.  That's  exactly  what  hap- 
pened, but  their  names  are  Anne  Shirley  and  John  Payne. 


The   cameraman   follows   a    distinguished   foursome   to  the 
game  and  the  result  is  as  American  as  apple  pie.  The 
fans,  above,  Annabella,  Ty  Power,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Frank  Copra. 


Here's  another  good  old  American  custom,  popularly  called 
autograph  hound.  They,  lucky  people,  get  a  real  closeup 
of  a  handful  of  celebrities  leaving  Ciro's.  Recognize  'em? 


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Haw,  Haw,  Haw!  Here's  a  couple  of  the  heartiest  guffaws 
we've  seen  in  a  long  time.  The  contagious  toothsome  chuckles 
belong  to  Gilbert  Roland  and  sister-in-law  Joan  Bennett. 


Two  of  Hollywood's  loveliest  lovelies,  Claudette  Colbert  and 
Greer  Garson,  above,  relishing  their  chat-fest  at  a  private 
party.  Our  cameraman  peek-a-booed  and  came  away  with 
this  prize  "shot."  These  style-pacers  favor  bangs  and  we 
favor    the    decorative    results.    All    in    favor    say  "Aye!" 

Photos  by  Esquire-Globe 


Marlene  Dietrich,  who  needs  no  introduction,  introduces  Jean 
Gabin,  nick-named  the  "Spencer  Tracy  of  France,"  to  Holly- 
wood's   glittering    cafe    society.    He's    taking    it    all  in. 


Norma  Shearer  was  squired  to  Ciro's  by  a  most  personable 
and  democratic  chap,  Baron  Hubert  Von  Pantz,  by  name. 
We  don't  know  if  it's  romance,  but  it  sure  looks  nice  and 
chummy  from  our  observation  post.  Purely  platonic,  no  doubt. 

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"Upsa,  Daisy!"  Only  she's  not  a  daisy;  she's  lucky  Patti 
McCarty,  above,  being  assisted  in  her  daily  dozen  by  lucky 
Glenn  Ford.  You'll  be  hearing  lots  of  good  reports  on  their 
steady  film  rise  to  fame.  We're  all  rooting  for  you,  kids. 


Hollywood's  most  admired  marrieds,  Arthur  Farnsworth,  above, 
and  his  Bette  Davis,  to  use  her  professional  name.  "Fornsy" 
is  handsome  enough  to  be  a  cinema  hero  in  his  own  right. 


Star-daughter  Claudette  Colbert,  above,  took  her  gracious 
mother,  Mrs.  W.  J.  Colbert,  to  the  Brown  Derby  to  show  her 
the  stars  she  so  admires  on  the  screen.  Mama  Colbert,  like 
all  visiting  firemen,  was  simply  thrilled  by  all  she  saw  and 
heard.  Wonder  if  Claudette   is  her  favorite  screen  idol? 


Arthur  Hornblow,  Jr.,  is  a-courtin'  his  wife,  Myrna  Loy,  all 
over  again  since  they  decided  to  "kiss  and  make  up." 
They've    made   their   friends,    and   themselves,    very  happy. 


It  was  inevitable  that  their  long-standing  romance  would 
culminate  in  a  visit  to  the  marriage  justice.  Their  names  are 
synonomous  with  sophistication,  but  in  private  life  they  are 
tickled    to    be    called     Mr.    and     Mrs.     Gilbert  Roland. 


Cesar  Romero,  Linda  Darnell  and  Errol  Flynn,  above,  make 
an  attractive  threesome  as  they  pause  to  talk  about  almost 
everything,  including  the  weather.  The  most  exciting  topic, 
we  bet,  is  the  new  Flynn  heir-rival,  a  bouncing  baby  boy. 


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I  HAVE  just  seen  "Blood  and  Sand."  And 
I  I  am  in  an  all-out  swoon.  Tyrone  Power 
I  in  Technicolor  and  in  tight  knee  breeches 
really  burns  up  the  celluloid.  (How  he  man- 
ages to  kneel  in  those  breeches  I'm  sure  I 
don't  know — I  tried  it  once  in  a  school  play 
and  burst  a  seam.)  When  Ty,  as  a  fearless 
young  matador,  swirls  his  gorgeously  scar- 
let cape,  takes  his  montera  and  his  mttleta  (hat 
and  sword  below  the  border)  and  enters  the 
bull  ring,  he  has  so  much  romantic  appeal  that 
you  just  can't  stand  (Please  turn  to  page  67) 


He's  more  ro- 
mantic than 
ever!  Is  it  his 
new  role  in  "Blood  and 
Sand,"  or  is  there  a 
deeper,  more  intimate 
reason 


Newest  heroine 
is  Betty  Grable 
in  "A  Yank  in 
the    R.  A.  F. 


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Below,  with  their  studio  and  real-life 
wives:  Pat  O'Brien,  James  Stephen- 
son,  Tyrone    Power,    Don  Ameche. 


Just  business,  eh?  Come,  come, 
now!  Don't  you  suppose  they  suf- 
fer from  jealousy,  these  non-pro 
wives  of  actors?  Wouldn't  you? 


DO  WIVES 


WHEN  Mrs.  John  Wayne  sees  her  John 
clasped  to  the  feathered  bosom  of  Mar- 
lene;  when  Annabella  (just  to  pick  a  few 
names  at  random)  sits  at  home  and  thinks  of  her 
Ty  kissing  the  young,  fresh  lips  of  Linda  Dar- 
nell, or  embracing  the  luscious  Rita  Hay  worth; 
when  Mrs.  Dennis  Morgan,  tending  the  two  young 
Morgans,  contemplates  the  thought  of  her  gay 
Dennis  making  passionate  love  to  Ginger,  Rogers, 
Merle  Oberon  ;  or  Mrs.  Don  Ameche,  on  the  ranch 
with  the  four  Ameche  heirs,  visualizes  her  Don 
singing  his  torrid  love  songs  to  the  vivid  Miranda 
or  the  orchidaceous  Faye — well,  what  d'yon  think 
they  think?  How  do  you  suppose  they  feel? 

"Just  business,"  some  say — uh-huh,  but  would 
you  be  able  to  consider  the  Dietrichs,  Colberts, 
Lamarrs  and  Turners  as  so  many  stocks  and  bonds 
or  parcels  of  real  estate  or  staple  groceries,  no 
more  to  be  feared  as  deadly  rivals  than  these  in- 
animate commodities  ?  Come,  come,  now !  Don't 
you  suppose  they  suffer  from  jealousy,  these  non- 
pro  wives  of  Hollywood?  Wouldn't  you? 

Annabella  made  no  bones  about  it  when  I  made 
no  bones  about  asking  her.  "I'm  furiously  jealous 
of  Tyrone,"  she  told  me,  "furiously  jealous  and 
horribly  proud!  Of  course  I'm  jealous  of  him.  If 
you  are  in  love  with  someone,  you  are  jealous. 
If  you  don't  say  so,  it  isn't  true !  I  don't  always 
say  so,  I  admit,"  grinned  Annabella,  "sometimes 
when  people  ask  me  'are  you  jealous?'  I  say  'of 
course,  no.'  But  that  is  not  quite  the  truth.  I  am 
jealous  but  never,  I  think,  inside  my  heart.  Be- 


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I 


By  Gladys  Hall 

Hollywood's  most  intrepid  woman  reporter, 
who  dared  to  ask  the  wives  this  intimate 
question  and  lived  to  tell  you  the  answer! 

JEALOUS  Of 


On  this  page,  wilh  screen  and  home 
sweethearts:  John  Hubbard,  Dennis 
Morgan,  Melvyn  Douglas,  Ray  Milland. 


cause  in  my  heart  I  believe  in  my  husband.  A 
woman  who  didn't  believe  in  her  husband,  it  would 
be  better  for  her  to  kill  herself  at  the  beginning. 
I  believe  in  Tyrone,  but  I  also  know  what  Life  is 
like,  and  I  do  not  wear  the  blinkers  on  my  eyes 
when  I  look  at  it. 

"But  when  I  see  him  on  the  screen  making  love 
to  a  pretty  girl,  that  is  not  when  I  am  jealous. 
Then,  the  more  romantic  he  is,  the  bigger  kick  I 
get.  Because  then  he  is  usually  sitting  next  to  me 
in  a  projection  room,  holding  my  hand.  It  is  not 
even  when  I  think  of  him  making  the  love  scenes 
on  the  set  that  I  am  jealous.  I  know  they  are  busi- 
ness, the  making  of  the  love  scenes.  When  I  am 
jealous  is — between  the  scenes!  That  is  the  time  to 
fear.  That  is  the  time  the  mischief  can  happen. 
Then  if  there  is  a  flirt  between  a  man  and  a  woman, 
it  has  the  time  to  grow. 

"Then,  there  is  another  reason  for  us  to  be 
jealous — they  are  together,  often,  for  weeks  at  a 
time,  a  man  and  a  girl  making  a  big  picture.  It  is 
that  propinquity !  When  Tyrone  goes  on  location," 
Annabella  laughed,  "I  go  with  him — always.  You 
see,  on  locations  they  usually  finish  the  shooting 
at  four  in  the  afternoons,  because  the  light  goes. 
There  is  a  lot  of  living  to  be  done  between  four 
in  the  afternoon  until  it  is  time  to  go  to  bed.  I  see 
to  it  that  we  have  that  living — together. 

"No,  no,"  repeated  Annabella,  "it  is  not  during 
the  scenes  they  fall  in  love,  it  is  between  the  scenes ! 
I  know.  I,  too,  have  been  in  the  studios.  I  have 
heard  people  say  that  two  (Please  turn  to  page  70) 


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THE  WINNING  LETTER! 

Dear  Miss  Colbert: 

I  have  a  little  monologue  which  I  say  to  myself  at  regular  intervals. 

It  goes  like  this:  "Now,  Mae,  you're  really  a  nice  person.  You  aren't  homely. 
Remember  the  time  someone  (in  a  mellow  mood)  called  you  a  beauty?  You 
aren't  stupid.  Remember  the  A's  you  used  to  make  in  school?  You  don't  "of- 
fend," or  wear  angora  tarns  with  dress  coats,  or  make  tactless  cracks  that  throw 
dinner  parties  into  an  uproar.  There's  nothing  wrong  with  you  at  all,  simply 
nothing!" 

But  then  a  fiendish  voice  inside  jeers,  "Oh,  yeah?  There's  something  awful 
wrong  with  you,  lady!  You  have  an  inferiority  complex.  And  that's  that!" 

It's  true.  If  I  go  out  in  new  headgear  and  no  one  rushes  up  to  exclaim, 
"What  a  gorgeous  hat!"  I  go  home  with  my  heart  oozing  out  at  the  tips  of 
my  toeless  shoes.  When  people  are  nice  to  me,  I'm  grateful.  And  I  can't  make 
the  first  gesture  to  be  friendly,  for  fear  it  won't  be  welcome. 

What's  the  answer?  Is  there  some  inherent  quality  that  gives  certain  women 
a  tilt  to  the  chin,  a  gay  arrogance  that  spells  charm?  Or  can  it  be  acquired? 
I'd  like  to  know  how! 

Mae  H.  Ashworth, 

Mt.  Vernon,  Indiana. 


If  it's  Charm  you  seek,  you'll 
find  your  perfect  solution 
here!  For  all  women,  as 
well  as  for  her  contest  win- 
ner, Claudette  defines  the 
precious  and  elusive  qual- 
ity in  practical  terms.  Yes, 
you  CAN  be  charming! 


CLAUDETTE 
COLBERT'S 
DEFINITION 
OF  CHARM: 

"CHARM  IS  THE 
ABILITY  TO  BE 
ENTIRELY  NATURAL 
UNDER  PRESSURE!" 


DEAR  Mae  Ashworth: 
You  have  asked  the  most  basic  of  all 
questions — the  question  that  perhaps 
every  woman  in  the  world  wants  answered. 
I  too  would  like  to  know  what  is  that  "in- 
herent quality  that  gives  certain  women  a  tilt 
to  the  chin,  a  gay  arrogance  that  spells  charm." 
That  ability  to  attract  any  and  all  persons  to 
:  i you  is  very  rare  indeed.  Since  receiving  your 
letter  I  have  found  myself  watching  people 
at  dinner  parties  and  night  clubs — wondering 
just  what  quality  they  have  that  makes  them 
I \ stand  out  in  a  group.  It's  charm,  all  right! 
I  looked  in  my  dictionary  to  find  out  what 
the  erudite  Mr.  Webster  had  to  say  about  that 
elusive  word  and  found  the  following  defini- 
tion of  charm :  "A  trait  or  quality  that  fasci- 
nates and  allures  as  if  by  a  spell,  hence  that 
which  fascinates;  any  alluring  quality."  This 
covers  a  lot  of  ground,  and  yet  opens  the 
road  to  thoughts  as  to  just  what  in  particular 
pertains  to  "qualities"  and  "traits,"  and  what 
is  fascinating  in  this  every-day  world. 

After  thinking  it  over  I  decided  that  I  could 
define  charm  in  a  far  more  simple  manner. 
My  definition  (and  I  don't  want  to  start  any 
feuds  with  the  wordy  Mr.  Webster)  is: 
"Charm  is  the  ability  to  be  entirely  natural 
under  pressure."  Which  isn't  as  easy  as  it 
sounds.  You,  I,  anybody  can  be  entirely  natu- 
ral when  alone.  That's  easy.  But  in  a  group 
of  people?  Believe  me,  it's  the  hardest  thing 
1  in  the  world  to  be  natural !  As  an  actress  I 
have  had  to  attend  (Please  turn  to  page  64) 


Claudette's  gift,  won  by  Mae 
Ashworth:  smart  lapel  watch. 


V 


HIS  ORCHESTRA  SWINGS! 


CwEETHEART 


of  the  CAMPUS 


Here's  to  Youth  which  likes  its  love  and  its 
music  sweet  and  hot!  Gay  fiction  story  of 
the  new  screenplay  in  which  Ruby  Keeler 
makes  her  movie  comeback  with  Ozzie 
Nelson  and  his  band,  and  Harriet  Hilliard 


MAYBE  this  wasn't  Broadway.  Maybe  to  a  girl 
whose  world  was  bounded  by  Brooklyn  on  the 
one  side  and  Forty-second  Street  on  the  other 
it  was  a  million  miles  from  Nowhere.  But  Betty  didn't 
care.  She  was  with  Ozzie  Nelson  and  his  band,  and  she 
was  dancing  in  the  brief  white  satin  shorts  which  made 
her  legs  look  like  glamorous  exclamation  points,  and  if 
there  was  one  thing  she  liked  better  than  dancing  it  was 


Fictionized  by 
Elizabeth  B.  Petersen 


being  with  Ozzie.  Even  her  gray  blue  eyes  were  dancing 
under  their  upsweep  of  curling  black  lashes  and  her  smile 
was  dancing  too  in  beat  to  the  music  and  the  sharp  stac- 
cato of  her  taps. 

Terry  grinned  as  he  looked  at  her.  Rhythm,  that  was 
the  word  for  Betty !  She  was  the  million  dollar  baby, 
that  one,  the  gold  at  the  end  of  the  rainbow,  the  answer 
to  a  press  agent's  prayer.  If  there  was  anything  that 


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would  make  a  go  of  Victor's  College  Club  it  was  Betty's 
dancing  feet  and  her  gamin  smile.  Even  now,  before 
they  had  opened  at  all,  a  couple  of  boys  from  Lambert 
College  had  crashed  the  rehearsal  and  were  gazing  at 
Betty  with  swooning  eyes.  Terry  could  understand  that 
look.  It  was  the  way  he  would  have  liked  to  look  at 
Betty  himself  if  he  hadn't  known  her  heart  was  all  tied 
up  to  Ozzie. 

Victor — nobody  bothered  about  his  last  name  because 
they  couldn't  pronounce  it  anyway — beat  an  excited  ac- 
companiment on  one  of  the  tables.  From  a  hamburger 
stand  to  this,  and  he  had  Ozzie  and  Betty  and  Terry 
to  thank  for  it.  All  the  tables  were  sold  out  for  the  open- 
ing that  night  and  a  week's  reservations  were  booked 
ahead,  and  yet  he  had  been  doubtful  when  Terry  had 
pointed  out  the  money  a  night  club  could  make  so  close 
to  a  college  campus. 

"The  college  boys  will  like  them,  huh?"  he  beamed. 

"Like  'em?  They'll  love  them!"  Terry  could  feel  the 
money  jingling  in  his  empty  pockets  already.  "With  your 
location  and  Ozzie  and  Betty  you  should  make  a  million ! 
And  you  started  all  this  on  a  hamburger." 

"All  this,  and  stomach  trouble  too!"  Victor  agreed 
proudly.  Then  he  frowned  as  he  saw  some  more  people 
crowding  through  the  door.  "Enough  is  enough !"  he 
blustered.  "The  College  Club,  it  does  not  open  until 
eight  o'clock !  Nobody  else  comes  in  free  to  watch  the 
rehearsal.  Everybody  out !" 

The  woman  facing  him  looked  as  if  her  mouth  had 
been  closed  with  a  safety  pin  and  as  if  it  were  an  effort 
to  open  it  even  to  talk.  "I  am  Mrs.  Minnie  Lambert 
Sparr,"  she  announced  ominously.  "And  the  man  stand- 
ing in  back  of  me  is  the  sheriff.  The  laws  of  this  state 
forbid  the  operation  of  a  night  club  within  five  miles  of 
an  institution  of  learning,  and  as  chairman  of  the  Lam- 
bert College  Board  of  Governors  it  is  my  duty  to  pro- 
tect the  students  from  dens  of  iniquity." 

Ozzie  laid  down  his  baton  at  that.  "If  you  can  find 
any  iniquity  around  here,  I'll  go  fifty-fifty  with  you," 
he  said. 

Mrs.  Sparr*  ignored  him  as  she  turned  to  the  oldish, 
near-sighted  man  standing  next  to  her.  "Professor 
Bailey,  take  a  full  description  of  this  vice  den  and  these, 
ah,  these  shady  characters  for  evidence."  She  looked 
coldlv  at  Betty.  "I  woidd  estimate  the  bottom  of  this 
woman's  apparel  to  be  at  least  eighteen  inches  from  the 
ground !" 

"Why,  you  old  battle  axe!"  Betty  took  a  quick  step 
forward.   "If  you  didn't   (Please   turn   to  page  78) 


Popular  orchestra 
leader  Ozzie  Nelson 
looks  as  good  as  he 
sounds  in  his  lead  role 
in  "Sweetheart  of  the 
Campus,"  with  his 
pretty  real-life  wife, 
Harriet  Hilliard,  ro- 
mancing with  him  in 
the  film.  Below,  some 
sprightly  scenes  from 
the  picture  include 
Gordon  Oliver,  good- 
looking  boy  who  plays 
opposite  Ruby  Keeler, 
as  she  dances  her  way 
back  to  screen  tri- 
umph; Ozzie  and  Har- 
riet, and  other  mem- 
bers of  the  large  cast. 


Copyright  19!,1  by  Columbia  Pictu/'cs. 
Complete  cast  and  credits  on  Page  79. 


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Photographs  by  Eugene 
Robert  Richee,  courtesy 
Paramount  Pictures,  ex- 
clusive  to  SCREENLAND. 


ONCE  he  was  a  conspicuously  bad  risk 
for  any  girl  who  wanted  all  the  sur- 
face trimmings  most  women  are  told 
to  seek.  He  wouldn't  settle  down,  even  after 
he  promised  he  would.  But,  fortunately,  he 
met  someone  who  dared  to  follow  her  own 
hunch,  one  of  those  few  women  who  under- 
stand a  male  perfectly. 

And  so  today  she  presides  over  their  Colo- 
nial home  in  Beverly  Hills,  and  he  has  a 
yacht.  And  no  love  tale  Hollywood  has  ever 
publicized  to  the  skies  can  beat  their  unbally- 
hoocd  true  romance. 

You  catch  a  glimpse  of  them  in  a  touring 
car  that  speeds  up  the  winding  hill  to  their 
home.  Or,  if  you  are  their  guests  at  sea,  you 
see  two  shadows  silhouetted  against  the  sun- 
set. He  is  broad-shouldered,  dark,  and  husky. 


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Scoop!  Very  first  story  of  Pres- 
ton Foster's  privote  life,  with 
exclusive  pictures  of  his  lovely 
wife  who  has  hitherto  shunned 
the  spotlight,  and  their  adorable 
adopted  daughter,  never  before 
photographed  for  publication 


By  Ben  Maddox 

We're  proud  to  present  this  feature!  It  shows  you  the 
truer,  unsensational  side  of  much  maligned  Holly- 
wood. Only  by  star  reporter  Maddox  would  Preston 
Foster  permit  himself  to  be  interviewed  about  his 
never  before  publicized  home.  Here  are  first  and  on 
pictures  of  charming  Mrs.  Foster,  their  beautiful  li 
daughter,  and  exclusives  of  their  house,  "Rose  H 


His  name?  Preston  Foster.  She  is 
small  and  blonde,  and  though  she  has 
never  set  foot  on  a  stage  or  in  a  studio 
she  is  lovelier  than  most  actresses. 
Certainly  she  is  more  of  a  real  woman. 

This  long  honeymoon  of  theirs  is 
an  extraordinary  climax.  For  the  truth 
about  Pres  is  that  he  was  a  man  who 
was  a  consistent  failure — but  because 
his  wife  didn't  nag  him.  or  try  to 
change  him,  he  wound  up  able  to  give 
her  all  they'd  ever  dreamed  about ! 

Xot  many  girls  will  take  a  chance 
on  old-fashioned  love  these  days.  But 
Mrs.  Preston  Foster  depended  upon  it 
completely.  She  was  Gertrude  Warren 
when  Pres  first  met  her.  and  both  had 
humble  jobs.  {Please  turn  to  page  75) 


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THE  Canova  family  was  never  the  type  to  give  ad- 
vice to  anybody.  We  were  too  busy  trying  to  solve 
our  own  problems.  But  since  quite  a  few  people 
have  called  me  Funny  Face,  I  thought  that  maybe  I'd 
be  the  one  to  help  soothe  the  worries  of  the  many  so- 
called  unattractive  girls. 

I've  never  minded  being  called  Funny  Face  because 
it's  what  I  get  for  capitalizing  on  my  rather  unglamor- 
ous  appearance.  I've  really  thought  that  if  I  was  able 
to  make  people  laugh,  it  didn't  matter  to  me  what  I  was 
called.  That's  my  job  in  life.  And  it's  a  great  job.  So 
why  should  I  worry  if  my  eyelashes  don't  droop  languid- 
ly enough  or  if  my  figure  isn't  the  type  to  make  every 
man  swoon?  Personally.  I  think  being  a  glamor  girl  is 
a  pretty  dull  business. 

Of  course,  if  people  ever  called  me  Funny  Face  sim- 
ply to  make  me  ridiculous,  I'd  resent  it.  Any  girl  would. 
And  since  most  girls  who  have  such  nicknames  prob- 
ably feel  that  they  are  being  made  fun  of,  I  think  it's 
high  time  that  somebody  defends  the  funny  faces  and 
shows  them  how  really  lucky  they  are. 

Most  unattractive  girls  think  that  they  can  never 
have  any  romance.  That  no  man  would  ever  be  inter- 


ested in  them.  As  a  result,  they  become  shy  and  self- 
conscious.  Yet,  why  should  they  feel  this  way?  In  many 
cases,  I  have  seen  the  unglamorous  types  enjoy  more 
real  romance  than  the  gals  with  the  oomph.  I  remember 
a  girl  back  home  in  school.  She  was  known  as  "Monk," 
because  she  looked  something  like  a  monkey.  Yet,  she 
had  more  dates  than  any  other  girl.  Men  would  sooner 
date  her  than  anyone  else. 

She  used  to  make  the  gentle  beauties  sore,  because 
they  could  not  see  what  there  was  about  her  that  at- 
tracted men.  They  couldn't  see  because  they  were  so 
busy  trying  to  be  attractive  and  gorgeous  that  they  were 
just  carbon  copies  of  real  humans.  When  they  went 
out  with  a  man,  they  spent  most  of  the  evening  fuss- 
ing with  make-up  and  telling  their  date  how  many  men 
were  in  love  with  them.  In  contrast,  "Monk"  had  no 
illusions  about  herself.  She  was  a  good  sport  and  was 
always  entertaining. 

There  was  another  girl  in  school  who  was  called 
"Chubby."  She  was  a  hefty  number,  to  be  sure.  Her 
curves  all  came  together.  But.  like  "Monk,"  she  didn't 
give  a  hoot  about  her  curves.  She  made  men  forget  about 
the  unglamorous  part  of  her  because  she  was  always 


There  ARE  no  home- 
ly or  unattractive 
girls,  says  Judy!  If 
you're  born  a  Funny 
Face  you  don't  have 
to  stay  that  way — 
and  she  tells  us  why 

By 

Judy 
Canova 

as  fold  to 
Jack  Holland 


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Judy 
Canova's 

ADVICE 

to 

Homely  (?) 
Girls 


Proof  that  any  girl  can  get  what  she  wants  when  her  heart  and 
mind  are  set  on  it — Judy  wins  attention  from  handsome  Francis 
Lederer,  leading  man  in  her  new  film,  "Puddin'head."  Scene  still 
at  left,  below,  shows  her  with  funny-fellow  Slim  Summerville. 


laughing  and  enjoying  herself.  She  had  that  infectious 
charm  that  intrigued  any  sensible  man. 

Yes,  "Monk"  and  "Chubby"  married.  And  they  mar- 
ried very  good-looking  men.  I  visited  them  when  I  went 
back  home  a  few  years  ago.  They  were  completely 
happy  and  had  the  most  beautiful  children.  A  few  of 
the  glamor  girls  who  married,  however,  had  picked  out 
some  of  the  most  peculiar-looking  men.  And  they  weren't 
half  as  happy  as  "Monk"  and  "Chubby." 

Some  girls  in  the  class  of  "Monk"  and  "Chubby" 
may  think  I'm  talking  through  my  hat.  They  may  see 
their  own  cases  and  think  that  no  man  will  ever  be  in- 
terested in  them  except  as  a  pal  or  as  a  good  sport. 
That  love  will  never  have  any  real  part  in  their  lives., 
How  silly  of  them  to  believe  that !  Every  romance  be- 
gins from  a  sort  of  palship.  Certainly  a  girl  should  be 
a  pal  to  a  man.  And  it  makes  no  difference  how  long  it 
takes  for  love  to  arrive  on  the  scene.  Romance  will  take 
care  of  itself. 

If  an  unattractive  girl  feels  that  she  is  merely  a  long 


session  version  of  "How  To  Be  A  Pal  And  Never 
Marry,"  she  should  remember  a  few  simple  rules.  When 
she  is  going  with  a  fellow,  she  should  try  to  be  as  con- 
genial as  possible.  She  should  allow  him  the  same  privi- 
leges that  she  expects.  What  if  he  does  want  to  take 
her  to  a  ball  game  or  to  a  prize  fight,  and  what  if  she 
doesn't  give  a  hoot  for  sports?  She  owes  him  that  co- 
operation. After  all,  she  has  undoubtedly  dragged  the 
man  to  shows  that  have  bored  him  or  to  night  clubs  that 
have  palled  on  him.  It's  a  simple  matter  of  fifty-fifty. 

It's  been  my  experience  that  the  unglorified  girls 
are  more  willing  to  cooperate  with  a  man  and  to  meet 
him  half-way.  The  beauties  try  to  get  by  with  every- 
thing because  they  think  their  looks  are  enough  for  any 
man.  If  they  want  to  go  to  a  night  club  and  the  escort 
wants  to  go  to  a  prize  fight,  it's  usually  the  night  club 
that  wins.  As  such  a  girl  often  says  to  herself,  "He  can 
do  as  I  want  him  to.  He  should  be  proud  to  be  seen 
with  me !" 

Of  course,  an  unattractive  young  lady  can  do  all  of 
the  cooperating  and  grant  all  the  privileges  without  ever 
finding  romance.  But  if  any  of  you  are  in  that  class,  take 
a  good  look  at  yourself.  Either  you're  submerging  your 
own  personality  and  your  finer  points  and  bringing  out 
only  an  uninteresting  side,  or  else  you're  too  obviously 
swooning  over  the  man.  No  man  wants  to  have  love 
forced  on  him  by  a  doting  female.  He  wants  to  be  the 
one  who  does  the  idolizing,  and  this  applies  more  than 
ever  to  a  girl  who  doesn't  have  all  the  trappings  to  bring 
about  devoted  protestations  from  a  swain. 

It's  not  necessary  for  a  girl  to  weigh  herself  down 
with  make-up  and  false  eyelashes  to  get  a  man's  inter- 
est. Usually,  such  a  procedure  absolutely  forbids  any 
reciprocal  feeling.  And  more  often,  it  centers  too  much 
attention  on  the  girl's  lack  of  beauty  and  hides  her  own 
personality.  No  man  wants  to  cavort  around  with  a  girl 
who  looks  like  Frankenstein  in  a  Ziegfeld  chorus ! 

It's  my  advice  to  these  girls  to  forget  their  plainness. 
Everyone  has  some  particular  fine  quality  that  stands 
out,  and  when  any  young  lady  is  fortunate  enough  to 
know  just  what  this  is  and  capitalizes  on  it.  she  is  really 
out  of  the  unattractive  class.  (Please  turn  to  page  60)\ 

33 


DENNIS  DOGS 


Above,  another  appealing  Dennis  drawing: 
"He  said  he  had  to  see  a  man  about  a  dog." 


Morgan  Dennis  calls  his  Scot- 
tie  action  picture,  above,  "When 
I    gotta    go — I    gotta  go!" 

Who  wouldn't  enjoy  owning  an 
original  Morgan  Dennis  dog 
picture?  Here's  your  oppor- 
tunity to  try  for  this  prize!  The 
internationally  known  etcher 
and  illustrator  of  dog  subjects 
visited  Hollywood  recently,  and 
while  there  he  did  a  series  of 
portraits  of  screen  stars  and 
their  pets  which  will  appear  in 
Screen lan d,  beginning  in  this 
issue  with  the  drawing  of 
Mickey  Rooney  on  opposite 
page,  in  connection  with  our 
New  Pet  Picture  Contest.  Den- 
nis introduced  his  pup  puppets 
to  the  film  world  for  the  first 
time.  He  plans  to  make  a  series 
of  short  films  with  these  clever 
dog  puppets — see  him  at  right 
with  "Burlap,"  his  favorite. 


Makes  you  chuckle  just  to  look 
at  it!  This  one's  happily  called, 
"C'mon    in — the    water's  fine!" 


CONTEST  RULES: 

1.  All  pictures  of  pets  will  be 
given  equal  consideration, 
whether  of  dogs,  cats,  etc. 

2.  No  entry  will  be  returned  un- 
less accompanied  by  adequate 
postage. 

3.  Contest  closes  midnight,  Au- 
gust 5th,  1941. 

4.  In  the  event  of  a  tie,  prizes 
of  equal  values  will  be  given  to 
each  tying  contestant. 

5.  Enclose  coupon  with  your  en- 
try and  address  to  New  Pet  Pic- 
ture Contest,  SCREENLAND 
Magazine,  45  West  45th  Street, 
New  York  City,  N.  Y. 


New  Pet  Picture  Contest! 


Everybody  has  a  pet,  and  practically  everybody 
likes  to  take  pictures!  So,  whether  your  particular 
pet  is  a  dog,  cat,  canary,  duck,  baby  kangaroo  or 
what  have  you,  have  some  fun  with  us  and  enter 
your  best  pet  picture  in  our  new  contest.  First 
Prize,  original  star-pet  portrait  by  noted  artist 
Morgan  Dennis.  We  will  publish  winning  pet  picture 
in  an  early  issue,  and  will  pay  $5.00  for  each  addi- 
tional picture  published.  Watch  for  another  Pet 
Picture  Contest  next  month.  Fun  for  everybody! 


I  am  entering  Screenland  New  Pet  Picture  Contest, 
with  my  entry  enclosed  herewith. 

NAME  

STREET  ADDRESS  

CITY  ...STATE  


Try  for  the  first  prize — original  Dennis  drawing 
of  Mickey  Rooney  and  his  pet  reproduced  on 
facing  page.  Cash  prizes  for  each  additional 
picture  we  publish.  All  entries  will  be  judged 
for  human  interest  combined  with  pictorial  ap- 
peal. Read  the  simple  rules,  fill  out  the  coupon 


Morgan 
Dennis 
visits  the 
M-G-M 
studio  and 
sketches 
"Buttons," 
trick  dog 
featured 
in  "Lady 
Be  Good," 
in  which 

Ann 
Sothern 
stars. 


34 


MICKEY  ROONEY  AND  PAL 
By  Morgan  Dennis 


SHERIDAN 
AT  WORK 


Wink  back  a  welcome 
to  Ann,  in  first  role 
since  suspension 


Photo  by 
Welbourne 


Look  who's  among  those  present  in  the 
star  cast  of  "Navy  Blues" — none  other 
than  Martha  Rave,  making  movie  come- 
back after  Broadway  stage  hit.  Left  and 
right,  typical  zany  Raye  antics,  on  and 
off  the  set,  by  the  new  Mrs.  Neal  Lang. 


Gotten 's  second  movie  role  offers  even 
more  scope  for  his  vigorous  talents 
than  "Citizen  Kane."  His  love  scenes 
with  Merle  may  hurl  him  into  the 
Power-Taylor    class    of   screen  idols. 


NEWCOMER 
JOSEPH 
COTTEN 
SCORES 


AGAIN! 


I 


With  his  first  i 
role  in  "Citizen 


.  Kane"  Cotten  was 
f  catapulted  to  Holly- 
wood fame.  If  you 
saw  him  in  the  Or- 
son Welles  film,  or 
on  the  stage  with 
Katharine  Hep- 
burn in  "The  Phila- 
delphia Story," 
you'll  want  to  watch 
his  fine  perform- 
ance opposite  Merle 
in  "Illusions" 


mm 


Cobina  Wright,  Jr.,  takes  time  out 
from  "Moon  Over  Miami"  to  show 
us  how  a  screen  deb  dresses  the  part 


i    For  swimming,  for 
i ^beach-basking, 
tor  tennis,  for  loaf- 
ing, for  informal 

•  patio  dining — Co- 
•*<  bina  picks  the 
ll  cream  of  the  crop 
If. '  of  gay  clothes  for 
g.  sun  fun.  Shown 
tk  here  are  pictures 

snapped  at  famous 
■•Arrowhead 

*  Springs,  favorite 
resort  of  the  best 
Hollywood  biggies. 


Ml 


When  Cobina  is  cast 
as  a  smart  young  thing 
she  needs  to  use  none 
of  the  acting  talent  she 
undoubtedly  possesses 
— for  she  is  a  real,  not 
publicity,  socialite 
whose  instinct  and 
training  instruct  her  in 
doing,  and  saying,  and 
wearing  the  right  thing. 
On  these  pages  she 
poses  in  her  own  selec- 
tions of  Summer  play- 
clothes,  fresh,  correct 
and  appealing^  No 
wonder  Stirling  Hay- 
den  likes  to  date  the 
divinely   fair  Cobina! 


Of  The  AIR 


Photographs 
by  Morgan . 
Warner  Bros. 


4 


MacMurray  and  Flynn  make  a 
good  team  as  intrepid  airmen  in 
"Dive  Bomber."  On  location  at 
naval  air  base  both  actors  were 
greatly  impressed  at  activities, 
took  their  significant  roles  seri- 
ously. Note,  below,  Fred  and 
Flynn  are  wearing  oxygen  masks. 


lost  important  of  the 
e  w  films  with  the  great 
leme  of  American  de- 
tnseis  Warners'  "Dive 
omber"  with  Errol 
iynn  and  Fred  Mao 
lurray,  filmed  at  the 
L  S.  naval  air  base  at 
an  Diego,  California 


U.  S.  naval  air  base  at  San  Diego 
ated  with  Warner  Bros.  Pictures  and 
t  will  be  a  thrilling — and  authentic— film, 
ires  at  top  of  pages  show  the  movie  crews 
ctLon.  Below,  MacMurray  is  seen  wearing 
jacket  which  can  be  inflated  by  a 
h  releases  the  contents  of  two  small  _ 
ders  in  the  jacket.    Grim  reality,  this 


HARLEQUIN 
AT  HOME 


Bob  Hope,  currently 
greatest  of  all  the 
comics,  caught  in  a 
rarely  quiet  moment 
between  gags.  Hope 
wows  us  again  with 
"Caught  in  the  Draft" 


VENUS 
AT  EASE 


MARTIN 


m 


1 


And  no  wonder  Mary 
is  gay  these  days!  She 
has  just  made  the  hit 
of  her  career  as  the 
charming  Southern 
beauty  in  "Kiss  The 
Boys  Goodbye,"  Para- 
mount's  screen  smash 


Mary  takes  to  crinolines  for  some 
scenes  in  her  new  film  in  which  she 
is  co-starred  with  Don  Ameche, 
with  Oscar  Levant  for  sardonic 
comedy.  But  when  she  finished  the 
picture  she  switched  to  sun-suits 
and  we  found  her  basking  by  her 
swimming    pool    in   her  garden. 


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lini\ 


reamuninCj 


onja 


r 


You'll  see  a 
brand  new  Sonja 
Henie  in  her  new 
picture,  "Sun 
Valley  Seren- 
ade." The  pi- 
quant skating 
star  has  shed 
pounds,  acquired 
a  streamlined 
personality  and 
wardrobe,  which 
we  exhibit  here 
for  the  first  time. 
At  right,  the  star 
with  her  new 
leading  man, 
John  Payne,  in  a 
scene  from  her 
first  film  since 
her  marriage  to 
sportsman-  so- 
cialite, handsome 
Dan  Topping. 


H  .1 


Hal  A.  McAlpin,  Paramount 


THE  MOST  BEAUTIFUL  STILL  OF  THE  MONTH 
Betty  Field  in  "Shepherd  of  the  Hills" 


THE 


SECRETS 

OF 


Movie  audiences 
first  liked  him  for 
his  performances 
in  RKO's  "Saint" 
series.  Now  they 
are  applauding 
him  in  his  latest 
role  in  "'Man 
Hunt,"  with  Wal- 
ter Pidgeon  (left). 


E  IS  six  feet,  three  inches  tall;  he 
weighs    two    hundred    and  fifteen 
pounds;  he  is  grumpy  in  the  morning. 
Ipn  addition  to  these  vital  statistics,  practi- 
cally everyone  knows  that  George  Sanders 
i^  a  mass  of  contradictions. 
I    While  other  actors  toil  mightily  in  behalf 
J  of  their  careers,  Mr.  Sanders  has  a  three- 
I  horse  parley  on  Indolence,  Sloth,  and  Relaxa- 
j  tion.  Whereas  other  actors  buy  boats  and  sail 
» them  lustily  up  and  down  the  Catalina  Chan- 
i  nel,  George  built  a  boat,  discovered  that  the 
\  nearest  harbor  was  some  twenty  miles  dis- 
tant from  his  home,  and  promptly  sold  the 
boat.  "That's  too  beastly  far  to  go  for  a  bit 
of  a  sail,"  opined  George. 

Another  Sanders  divergence  from  the 
norm  is  his  attitude  toward  his  work.  The 
average  motion  picture  actor  is  willing  to  list 
a  number  of  attributes  that  he  thinks  come  in 
hand)*  in  creating  a  character  from  a  script. 
He  will  say  that  a  good  memory*  is  essen- 
tial, that  imagination  helps,  that  wide  reading 
is  important,  and  that  close  observation  of 
one's  fellow  beings  is  another  stock  in  trade. 

Not  George.  He  approaches  the  subject 
from  a  fresh  angle.  "Show  me,"  he  says, 
somewhat  belligerently,  "a  man  who  cant  be 
an  actor.  Point  out  to  me  one  thing  that  makes 
it  impossible  for  any  man  to  be  an  actor! 
Acting  doesn't  take  looks;  it  doesn't  require 
a  good  voice;  it  doesn't  even  require  any 
sort  of  memory  because  the  lines  can  be  writ- 
ten on  a  blackboard  if  necessary.  I  would 
make  an  odd  sort  of  talent  scout,  because, 
frankly,  I  believe  that  any  man,  given  the 
chance,  can  become  a  reasonably  good  actor. 
All  women  are  actresses  to  begin  with,  so  we 
needn't  discuss  them.  Yes.  I'd  make  a  rather 
alarming  talent  scout.  I  think." 

To  go  back  to  the  secret  source  of  Mr. 
Sanders'  lack  of  conformity  with  the  rest  of 
the  film  colony,  we  (Please  turn  to  page  58) 


Whatever  it  is  that  gets  "em,  George  has 
it — and  that's  no  secret.  But  his  hidden 
personality  is  another  story.  Here  it  is 

By  Fredda  Dudley 


SELECTED  BY 


Pick  your  pictures  here  and  guar- 
antee yourself  good  entertainment 
without  loss  of  time  and  money 


"BLOOD  AND  SAND" 


■KISS  THE  BOYS  GOODBYE' 


■A  WOMAN'S  FACE' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
THRILLING'. 

APPEAL-  Whether  or  not  you  approve 
of  bullfighting,  you'll  undoubtedly  ap- 
prove of  Tyrone  Power  as  a  matador 
and  Linda  Darnell  and  Rita  Hayworth 
as  adorables,  all  in  Technicolor. 
PLOT:   Blasco  Ibanex    old  one  about 
The  fearless  matador-first  enacted  by 
Rudolph  Valentino-his  exploits  fight.ng 
and  loving,  living  and  dying,  w.th  lav- 
ish  modern  embellishments. 
PRODUCTION:    Superlative,  with 
Rouben     Mamoulian's    sensitive  and 
highly    civilized     direction  imparting 
ouch  of  piq-ncy  to  elemental  savag- 
es  of  the   story.  Settings,   costume  , 
scenery-gaudy    and    gorgeous     Bui  - 
fighting  scenes  guaranteed  not  to  har- 
row you  beyond  endurance  as  the  Hay 
office  is  ever  present  to  protect  your 
tender  feelings. 

ACTING:    Superb,    especially  Tyrone 
Power,  who  has  the  showiest  role ,  of  h « 
screen  career  and  plays  it  to  the  h, It, 
Z.  Not  since  "Lloyd,  of  London  has 
the  handsome  lad  had  such  a  chance 
to   make  the   ladies  swoon.   Power  is 
pressed  for  first  honors  by  lusc.ous  R.ta 
Hayworth,  who  will  surprise  you  w.th 
the  smoldering  intensity  w.th  which  she 
invests  the  role  of  the  bad  influence  .n 
his   |ife.    Her   scenes   with    our  hero 
rather  than  the  bullfights    w.ll  make 
You  gasp.  Linda   Darnell  ..  begu.l.ng. 
Nazimova  impressive  as  good  forces. 
2  Oth  Century-Fox   


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
AMUSING! 

try  season?-here  .t  is. 
PLOT-  Once  the  fabulous  Clare  Booth 
Lu?e  wrote  a  wise  and  witty  little  play 
called  "Kiss  The  Boys  Goodbye,  in 
:th  she  poked  clever  fun  at  assorted 
sacred  cows.  This  isn  t  .t. 

Martin's    swimming    pool  strip 
Fo/o  rornance-with-rnusic^song  nom- 

ers    had    only    kept    pace-but  they 
couldn't,  or  didn't. 

ACTING:    Maybe    the    reason  Mary 
u    I     has  never  before  set  the  screen 
aMX  '    "  that  Hollywood  took  so  long 
i    M  her  do  a  streamlined  version  of 
he  J    tease  act  for  which  she  was 
amo  s  on  the  Broadway  stage-an^ 
U  rP's  Mary  at  her  most-est  and 
L7best "est,  seeming  a  brand  new  per- 
o  ality  when  she  impersonates  a  pro- 
fe  sio  al  Southern  belle  with  molasses 
accent,  and  singing  as  she  never  ha 
u  i„rc  Oscar  Levant  is  only  halt 
r^tSU  on  the  River'' 
but    that's    still    funny    enough.  Don 
Ameche,   Virginia   Dale   also  present. 

Paramount   


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
POWERFUL! 

APPEAL:  To  those  bored  with  cream- 
puff  stuff,  here's  a  strong  drama  -A 
an  unusual  theme,  giving  Joan  C  aw 
ford  a   grand  chance  for  a  brilliant 
movie  comeback. 

PLOT-  Based  on  o  Swedish  film  of  the 
'am.  nam.  which  starred  Ingr.d  erg- 
man,    about   the    regeneration    of  a 
Iman  whose  life  was  warped  by  a 
Wd-ou,W  scarred  face-poignant  rath- 
er than  excessively  gruesome. 
PRODUCTION:   You    remember  ''The 
CLen,"  which  "brought  back  Crow- 
ford  once  before?  Well,  t  was  directed 
by  George  Cukor,  noted  for  his  guid- 
ance of  women  stars,  who  also  pilots 
Z  star  in  this  one,  with  striking  re- 
sults. The  trial  of  the  heroine  for  murder 
ells  her  story  through  the  test.monV 
of  the   witnesses-a   dramatic  device 
.hich  builds  suspense  and  holds  your 
attention  every  minute. 
ACTING:  Yes,   Crawford   does  come 
back    if   she   ever   was   away.  She 
indeed  an  actress  instead  of  a .manne- 
quin  from   now   on,   her   intense  per 
Jormance  in  a  sombre  r  le  e  evating 
her  to  Academy  Award  heights  Con 
ad  Veidt  as  her  evil  genius  etches  a 
fascinating  portrait  in  acid  of  a  s.n.ste 
character.  Melvyn  Douglas  as  the  sur 
geon  whose  skill  restores  the  .ll-fa  ed 
heroine's  beauty  of  face  and  soul 
splendid.  Osa  Mossen  makes  one  of  her 
rare  appearances,  and  shines. 
M-G-M 


52 


'II 


"SUNNY' 


■»N  THE  NAVY' 


•  MAJOR  BARBARA" 


4^ 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
SPARKLING! 


APPEAL:  Remember 
Even  if  yo- don't  you -eolmos  = 

comedy. 

PLOT-  You've  heard  this  one  before 
nd  often-but  H's  the  surefire  stuff  of 

stage  Cinderella,  etc. 
PRODUCTION:    Bv    Herbert  WJ-J 
■*■«  olwavs    n  excellent  toste 
me!n'n9     ha    eh u  ey  tempo,  b*  with 

swing    and  sucn 
dance  numbers  are  lovely. 
ACTING:  Anna  Neagle  scintillates  as 
c  dancer  and  circus  performer, 

Sunny,  a  dancer  anu 

Dri  e  vou  with  his  fine  singing  vo.ce.  hn 

P  ,  J  l™V<  and  his  casual  man- 
ned good  look  &  and  h  ^ 

ner_o  pleasurab  shock 
leading  man.  So  its  Neagie  a 
Carroll  for  masculine  charm  ..  th. 
_and  for  novelty,  *e  comedy-dan^ 
expert,  the  Hartmans,  Uthe  an  Hanky 

tSfS^S 

BKO-Kadio 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
HILARIOUS! 

APPEAL  „ 

better  |udgment    a  privates. 
+ello  in  their  firs  louder 
here's  more  ot  the 
and  cornier-and  funmer. 

*  K  f  oTan  AbboS-Costello  circus 
+Ke  -t  of  a  series  of  gags  anyway. 
O^    there's  Dick  Powell  croone, 

monies'  antics,  which  a  e  ^  ^ 

their  Army  days-must  ^  ^ 

T'T'     Chie     difference  between 

the    Navy.    Oh  et  ..  „ 

..Buck  Privates    an 1J"  ™  ,„  ,he 
that  instead  of  the    raP  9 

former  there  .s  a  shell  9  ^  ^ 

^tX'-rtoundings. 
ACTING:  ,n  addition  to  the  artistry  of 
the  co-stars,  who  never  Jet  y 
because  they  never  le ^  ^ 
themselves-there       M  •  . 

tented  croomng.  D.ck  r  ^  ^ 

5'^^  penile  comedy; 
dy  s    special  plates. 
H  you  care,  and,  as  .n 

^^^hlir'Terd  t-gs,  some  of 
not  kidding. 


Universal 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
SPLENDID! 

APPEAL:   To  every 

°nd  Z  of "fyg-olW-  which 

{and  memories  of    TO  pro- 
means  everyone  who  saw 
ducer,  same  star. 

P.nT-    One   of   Bernard   Shows  best 

3E ^  Bf  ?  c  :eof  £ 

'date",eVen-at'sUe  rl   s  ecedes.  Satir- 
great  playwright  s  early 

;zes  war,  peace,  the 

everything! 

PRODUCTION,  Gobri.l  JW j»  = 

hands  this  rim«=  UpVeen  air 

Besides    shooting    scenes  • 
raids,  he  encounte red  a  co    p  „ 
wHhout  the  roma „t,c  .n £e  ^ 

a  ^  tossing  ^ 

:rt;he  rt 

Entn?n:hW^ndy    S;  unforget- 
21  of  "Pygmalion/ 
table   c/iza   "  r.nnrp  as  tne 

this  time  o  more  heroic  f^g^  r.  ^ 
mun»-.onmok.rs  da«gh.. r  wh  ^ 
save  souls  through  the  ia  ion_ 

H'"  15  °t  aT'N  xt9  Rot."  Newton, 
ate    portrait.    Next  ^ 

amazingly   good   as  a  actor 

^*t^fliS£tT^  superb 
to  watch,  then  rso  rea|;st;  Rex 

-  ^  ^ariT  r'  nd  aS  tU  rest. 
Harrison,  Marie  uoni 

United  Artists  (British  made)  ^ 


Beauty  Sermon  on  the  Sun 


Joan  Crawford  gives  her  personal 
advice  on  good  looks  problems 


By  Courtenay  Marvin 


Joan  Crawford  illus- 
trates the  good  prac- 
tice of  brushing  her 
hair  in  the  open  for 
the  benefit  of  the 
fresh  air.  Miss  Craw- 
ford, by  the  way, 
was  one  of  the  first 
stars  to  start  the 
vogue  of  hair  design 
high  above  the  fore- 
head. She  began  some 
years  ago  with  a  coil 
resembling  a  huge 
curl.  Today,  we  em- 
phasize the  pompa- 
dour and  the  fore- 
head bangs.  Thus 
fashion  evolves. 


54 


WAS  Joan  Crawford  born  with  that  dynamic, 
dramatic  quality  that  is  peculiarly  hers?  Or 
has  she  developed  it?  That  I  have  tried  to  de- 
cide by  comparing  old  photographs  of  Miss  Crawford 
with  the  star  as  she  is  today.  There  is  little  in  the  early 
photographs  to  indicate  that  Destiny  marked  her  for 
her  meteoric  place  on  the  screen.  Yet — those  who  know 
her  intimately  will  tell  you  that  every  phase  of  this  star's 
being  is  branded  with  a  quality  of  awareness  that  is 
definitely  Crawford.  Be  sure  of  this — that  as  Miss  Craw- 
ford has  grown  in  her  dramatic  attainments  on  the 
screen,  as  a  person  she  has  grown  correspondingly. 

The  first  time  I  ever  saw  her,  some  years  ago,  she 
came  to  the  office  of  my  magazine.  She  was  announced, 
shown  in,  and  as  she  passed  through  that  office  she 
seemed  to  electrify  the  air.  Sheets  of  paper  on  the  desks 
all  but  curled  and  turned  over,  and  then  she  paused  and 
smiled  at  the  whole  staff.  That  was  a  very  real  smile, 
and  I  dare  say  there  isn't  one  of,  that  scattered  group 
today  but  who  has  remained  an  ardent  Crawford  fan. 
And  so  in  movie  circles  today,  I  gather  that  once  Joan 
Crawford  is  a  friend,  a  friend  she  remains.  From  a  few 
I  know  who  know  her  well,  I  have  grown  to  associate 
these  two  words  with  her,  "loyalty"  and  "courage." 
Strong  words,  dramatic,  compelling  words.  Joan  Craw- 
ford words,  you  might  say. 

And  so  in  the  same  tenor,  I  put  some  beauty  ques- 
tions directly  to  the  star.  Directly,  she  answered  them, 
and  here  they  are  : 

"What  are  your  skin  care  habits  in  Summer?" 
"If  you  have  dry  skin — and  I  have — I'd  advise  the 
use  of  an  oil  of  some  kind  before  exposure  to  the  skin. 
I  use  petrolatum  (petroleum  jelly),  and  I  use  it  on  my 
face  and  arms  and  shoulders  and  legs  for  sunbaths. 

"Some  girls  are  afraid  of  freckles.  I  don't  happen  to 
mind  them  a  bit;  in  fact,  I  think  they're  healthy  and 
natural  looking.  For  anyone  who  doesn't  feel  about  them 

Above,  Joan  Crawford's  abundant  hair  gets  a  good 
combing  outdoors.  Notice  her  definite,  strong  brows, 
the  fashion  brows  of  the  moment.  And  her  very  defi- 
nite, indeed,  generous  mouth,  ^on  may  remember 
her  mouth  in  "Rain,"  which  created  warm  debate  at 
the  time.  Her  extreme  exaggeration  in  that  picture  re- 
sulted in  approval  for  at  least  normally  full  lips,  more 
pleasing  than  the  rosebud  type.  Below,  the  star  views 
herself  through  dark  glasses  to  protect  from  the  glare. 


as  I  do,  I'd  advise  a  protective  cream." 

Regarding  the  use  of  petroleum  jelly,  another  star 
once  suggested  this  home  treatment,  excellent  for  a  gen- 
eral softening  of  skin.  She'd  cleanse  with  cream,  then 
apply  the  jelly  liberally  to  her  face  just  before  a  warm 
tub  bath.  This  produced  a  good  perspiration,  very 
cleansing  and  softening.  Save  this  for  cooler  days, 
though ;  the  thought  is  too  warm  for  August. 

And  thank  you,  Joan  Crawford,  for  giving  the  freckle 
a  glamorous  place  in  the  sun,  for  literally  putting  it  on 
the  "map."  This  department  feels  friendly  toward 
freckles. 

"How  do  you  guard  your  hair  against  sunburn  in  the 
Summer  ?" 

"Oh,  I  never  expose  my  {Please  turn  to  page  66) 


Uncle  Sam  in  short 
pants:  Between 
chores  on  Colum- 
bia's "Time  Out  For 
Rhythm,"  graceful 
Ann  Miller  took  time 
out  to  create  and 
dedicate  a  dance 
.  routine  especially  for 
American  trainees. 
She  appropriately 
calls  it  "The  Star 
Spangled  Strut" 
which  she  illustrates, 
left  and  top.  Above, 
with     Rudy  Vallee. 


IT'S  Bob  Hope's  story  about  the  gal  wh 
■  was  so  nutty  over  soldiers — she  wa 
khaki  wacky!  Bing  Crosby  claims  h 
knows  another  girl  who  saw  "Young  Toi 
Edison"  so  many  times,  she's  Roon-c 
looney! 

THERE'S  a  reason  why  you  didn't  see  on 
'  tiny  shot  of  Anthony  Quinn  fightin 
the  bull  in  "Blood  and  Sand."  Days  wer 
spent  in  shooting  it.  Tony,  who  origi 
nally  set  out  to  become  a  matador,  gav 
a  magnificent  account  of  himself.  Whe 
the  rushes  were  run  in  the  projection  roon 
good  as  Tyrone  Power  was — Tony  still 
showed  him  up.  So  Tony  lost  his  fight  t 
the  cutting  room  floor. 

HOLLYWOOD   is  asking?   Instead  o 
the  reported  sinus  operation,  did  Rud: 
Vallee  have  his   eyes   fixed   so  they  n- 
longer  droop  at  the  corners?   This  is 
current  rumor. 

FOR  years  Cesar  Romero  has  struggle 
to  support  his  large  family.  For  year 
he  has  dreamed  of  owning  his  own  horn 
and  settling  down  to  a  happy  married  life 
Now,  just  as  things  are  breaking  so  beau 
tifully,  his  draft  number  has  been  calleo 
Cesar  refuses  to  feel  sorry  for  himseli 
He's  ready  and  willing  to  go.  But  first  h 
must  provide  for  all  his  dependents  during 
the  year  he  is  away  doing  his  bit. 

THE  little  bud  is  blossoming  out.  Jan 
Withers  now  wears  heart-shaped  locke 
earrings.  In  one  she  carries  a  picture  o 
Bob  Shaw,  now  serving  Uncle  Sam.  Th' 
other  side  features  handsome  youn< 
Richard    Clayton,   Janey's   current  lead 


/~ENE  RAYMOND  is  a  natural  blond 
So  he  was  burned  aplenty  when  it  wa 
printed  that  he  bleaches  his  wavy  locks 
For  his  role  in  "Mr.  &  Mrs.  Smith 
Gene's  hair  was  dyed  a  darker  shade 
Now  he's  making  "Smilin'  Through. 
They  couldn't  wait  for  his  hair  to  grov 
out  blond  again.  So  this  time  Sydne- 
Guilaroff  did  have  to  bleach  it ! 

WATCH  for  this  man.  His  name  is  Davi< 
Bacon.  He's  tall,  dark,  handsom 
Not  unlike  Jimmy  Stewart.  He  come 
from  Back  Bay  Boston.  He's  been  i 
Hollywood  six  months  and  never  beei 
seen  on  the  screen.  Director  Sam  Wooc 
tested  him  for  "Kitty  Foyle."  He  wa 
too  young  for  the  part.  Howard  Hughe 
saw  the  test  and  signed  him  on  the  spo 
He  draws  a  weekly  salary  and  Hughe: 
will  star  him  at  the  proper  time.  He  re 
fers  to  himself  as,  "The  rich  man's  Jacl 
Beutel."  or,  "The  poor  man's  Glenn  Ford.' 
Yes,  he  has  a  sense  of  humor. 


MOLLYWOO 


Stills  from  new  movies,  below:  Cary 
Grant  and  Joan  Fontaine,  Before  the 
Fact;"  Betty  Grable  and  Don  Ameche, 
Moon  Over  Miami;"  left,  Gloria 
Swanson  and  Adolphe  Menjou,  "Father 
Takes  a  Wife;"  right,  Ellen  Drew,  Mel- 
vyn  Douglas,  Ruth  Hussey,  "Our  Wife." 


WHEN  the  Hays  office  put  a  ban  on 
sweater     "art"     local  newspapers 
it  wanted  to  bust  right  out  with  a  big  fea- 
ture spread.  Studios  were  swamped  with 
n  i  requests.  All  they  wanted  were  pictures 

■  .  of  Lana  Turner,  Ann  Sheridan,  Rita  Hay- 

worth  and  Betty  Grable.  They  wanted  the 
,  girls  in  sweaters — picketing  the  Hays 
f  Office  building !  While  the  studios  were 
•  blinking  the  matter  over.  Earl  Carroll*s 

girls  stepped  in  and  pulled  the  stunt. 

DECAUSE  he  makes  most  of  his  pictures 
;   p  at  Universal,   Franchot  Tone  decided 
!n  it  might  be  a  good  idea  to  buy  a  home 
Hj  out  in  the  valley.  So  he  stopped  at  a  real 
:  estate  office  to  make  inquiries.  When  he 
left  the  salesman  handed  him  a  card.  On  it 
Franchot  read,   "Get  a  lot  while  you're 

■  young."  Franchot  is  thinking  about  that. 

ERROL  FLYNN  is  giving  his  studio  a 
nice  healthy  headache.  Ever}'  time  he 
I  has  an  interview,  "Father  Flynnagan"  in- 
sists  on  having  it  when  he's  stretched  out  in 
--;  his  birthday   clothes,    in   Dave  Chasen's 
it  steam  room.  So  far  all  the  interviewers 

■  -  have  been  men.  What  happens  when  local 
,  girl  gets  break?  Trust  Errol  to  make  it 

.   o  riginal.  And  censorable.  They  hope ! 

j  HOLLYWOOD  is  still  chuckling  over 
n  Edgar  Bergen's  Mother's  Day  card.  It 
bore  a  picture  of  Charlie  McCarthy,  eyes 
rolling  heavenward,  clasping  to  his  bosom 

tii  - — the  trunk  of  a  tree ! 

THIS  isn't  an  announcement — it's  merely 
'  a  warning.  Merle  Oberon  has  confided 
~u-}  to  intimate  friends  that  there  is  one  thing 
j.|cn  this  earth  she  wants  more  than  any- 
r  thing  else.  A  baby. 


WERONICA  LAKE,  who  in  private  life 
V  is  Mrs.  John  Detlie,  is  going  to  have  a 
baby.  At  first  she  denied  it  vehemently. 
Then  studio  photographers  noticed  she  was 
photographing  heavier.  Finally,  when  her 
clothes  for  "Sullivan's  Travels"  didn't  fit 
on  her  original  wardrobe  model,  they  knew 
it  must  be  true.  So '  Veronica,  who  some- 
times confuses  interviewers  with  the  dis- 
crepancies in  her  stories,  admitted  the 
truth.  She  was  afraid  if  she  had  admitted 
it  sooner,  she  might  not  have  won  the 
coveted  role  in  Preston  Sturges'  new  pic- 
ture. The  baby's  expected  September. 

AS  AN  investment,  Ray  Milland  bought 
>  his  first  apartment  house  on  Sunset 
Boulevard.  All  of  which  isn't  particularly 
unusual  in  Hollywood.  What  makes  it  a 
good  story  is  this.  Ray  bought  the  very 
same  building  he  was  once  thrown  out  of 
— because  he  couldn't  pay  the  forty  dollars 
monthly  rent! 

DESPITE  denials,  it  was  conflict  between 
herself  and  Director  William  Wyler 
that  sent  Bette  Davis  home  from  "The 
Little  Foxes"  production  for  a  ten  day 
illness.  Many  times  on  "Jezebel"  and  "The 
Letter,"  Wyler's  sarcasm  had  Bette  on  the 
verge  of  hysterics.  Remembering  Wyler's 
final  screen  results  were  so  worthy,  Bette 
managed  to  control  herself.  The  corsets 
and  heavy  velvet  costumes,  the  "unusual" 
hot  weather,  plus  the  heavy  dramatic  role 
were  all  finally  too  much  for  Bette.  When 
Davis  gives  in  you  just  have  to  know  that 
she  really  was  taking  a  beating.  But  of 
course  she  went  back  to  "The  Little 
Foxes."  That's  the  sort  of  good  sport 
and  great  trouper  she  is  1 


It's  all  so  nautical  but  oh,  so  nice!  Muriel  Barr  shows  a 
decided  partiality  to  the  Marines  in  this  Vera  West  designed 
outfit.    It's   cutely   topped    with    a    jaunty   overseas  beret. 


Continuing  the  military  influenced  styles  of  Vera  West,  we 
give  you  Mildred  Gaye  of  Universal's  "Maid  in  Manhattan," 
keeping  in  step  with  the  times  in  a  navy  blue  wool  suit. 


The  Secrets  of  Sanders 

Continued  from  page  51 


must  follow  a  number  of  tangled  wander- 
ings that  bring  us  out — like  one  of  those 
mysterious  passageways  in  a  "Saint"  thriller 
— in  a  city  on  the  other  side  of  the  world. 
George  was  born  in  St.  Petersburg,  of  Eng- 
lish parents,  and  learned  to  speak  Russian 
before  he  mastered  English.  Rebellion  No. 
1,  you  see,  aided  and  abetted  by  a  doting 
Russian  nurse.  George  shared  the  nursery 
with  one  brother  who  is  making  progress  in 
pictures  under  the  name  Tom  Conway. 

George's  father  isn't  a  person  to  be  dis- 
missed lightly.  He  was  in  the  rope  manu- 
facturing business  and  liked  it  very  much 
for  awhile,  but  there  is  one  trouble  with 
that  sort  of  an  industry  in  Russia :  one 
never  knows  when  the  owner  is  going  to 
be  forced  to  test  his  product  in  public. 

Before  the  revolution,  George's  father  got 
on  very  well  indeed  with  the  monarchist 
regime  on  a  musical  basis.  That  is,  Mr. 
Sanders  had  taken  an  intense  interest  in  the 
balalaika — an  instrument  confined  entirely 
to  the  banks  of  the  Volga  in  those  days.  It 
was  considered  a  vulgar  instrument,  played 
by  peasants  who  were  deemed  to  have  as 
perverted  a  taste  for  music  as  an  American 
saw  fiddler.  Mr.  Sanders  saw  possibilities 
in  the  balalaika's  jingling  music,  however, 
and  organized  an  orchestra,  preparing  the 
arrangements  himself.  (You  see,  George 
comes  honestly  by  his  inclination  to  invent 
things.) 

The  next  thing  Sanders,  pere,  knew,  he 


was  playing  for  the  Emperor.  Then  he  was 
decorated  for  merit.  Then  he  played  for  the 
Emperor.  Then  he  was  decorated.  Then  he 
played.  .  .  .  "Anyway,"  said  George, 
chuckling,  "he  was  decorated  so  many  times 
that  he  jingled  when  he  walked!" 

The  balalaika  orchestra  became  an  old 
Russian  tradition,  and  no  one  remembers 
nowadays  that  it  was  established  by  an 
Englishman.  Ah,  these  English!  Wherever 
they  go  they  establish  an  old  custom. 

In  the  midst  of  this  rope-making  and 
balalaika-playing,  the  revolution  broke  out. 
George,  his  mother  and  his  brother  had  been 
forwarded  to  England  some  time  earlier  as 
Mr.  Sanders  had  heard  murmurings  and 
had  seen  revolutionaries  keeping  an  eye  on 
one  of  the  large  breweries,  so  he  expected 
trouble.  He,  personally,  escaped  across  the 
frozen  sea  to  Finland  on  a  horse-drawn 
sledge — and  not  a  moment  too  soon,  either. 
"It  was  nip  and  tuck  for  a  bit,"  concluded 
George.  "During  those  moments,  Dad  was 
probably  sorry  for  the  first  time  in  his  life 
that  he  made  such  good  rope." 

As  for  George,  he  demoralized  Bedales 
(an  English  secondary  school)  and  Brigh- 
ton College  and  emerged  on  the  world  look- 
ing for  trouble  of  the  sort  Dad  used  to 
have.  When  asked  if  he  had  been  graduated 
from  his  college  George  said,  "That,  of 
course,  is  a  secret,"  so  you  may  draw  your 
own  conclusions  about  this  phase  of  his 
career. 


He  took  a  job  with  a  tobacco  company 
because  (1)  the  job  involved  travel,  i.e. 
long  hops  between  actual  work,  and  (2)  he 
was  entranced  by  the  idea  of  an  expense 
account. 

Quicker  than  you  could  say  Roll  Your 
Own,  George  turned  up  in  Denmark.  The 
Danes,  however,  had  well-solidified  notions 
about  smoking  so  George  was  forwarded  to 
South  America — to  Patagonia,  to  be  exact. 
In  case  you've  forgotten  your  geography, 
the  dictionary  describes  Patagonia  as  fol- 
lows :  "A  region  at  the  southern  extremity 
of  South  America ;  divided  between  Chile 
and  the  Argentine  Republic ;  inhabited  by 
wild  tribes." 

In  addition  to  the  wild  tribes,  there  were 
a  great  many  Englishmen  doing  their  usual 
bit  toward  cultivating  the  land  and  civiliz- 
ing it.  However  advanced  these  planters 
were,  they  took  no  chances  with  strangers. 
If  a  traveler  arrived  after  dark,  he  entered 
the  property  at  his  own  risk — usually  fatal. 
George,  guided  along  an  imperceptible  trail 
by  an  Indian  boy,  practically  never  reached 
anywhere  until  about  8:15  p.  m.  and  wisely 
camped  just  outside  the  plantation  en- 
virons. The  next  morning,  in  bright  day- 
light, he  marched  up  and  elucidated  upon 
the  merits  of  the  tobacco  he  was  selling. 
Between  commercials,  he  gave  out  with  a 
very  nice  variety  program  including  local 
and  distant  news  flashes. 

"When  I  found  a  congenial  chap — as  I 
did  frequently — I  simply  stayed  with  him 
until  he  kicked  me  out.  Of  course,"  added 
George,  "I  worked  hard  every  day — writing 
long,  glowing  letters  about  the  number  of 
Patagonian  contacts  I  was  making  and  the 
reception  they  gave  our  product." 

After  having  exhausted  the  hospitality  of 
Patagonia,    George    proceeded    to  Chile. 


58 


Join  the  Navy  and  see  the  world!  Before  you  do,  study  Jane  Mitzl  Uehlein  is  the  recipient  of  the  admiring  glances  of  an 

Frazee's  sea  blue  wool  suit,  with  its  white  star-embroidered  aviator  and  a  cadet.  Her  skirt  is  high-waisted  and  banded 

uniform    collar.    Jane,    too,    is    in    "Maid    in    Manhattan."  with  red  and  white  belting.  Mitzi  feels  right  comfy  in  it. 


Someone  had  directed  him  to  the  largest 
ijTff.j  copper  mine  in  the  world,  and  it  occurred 
to  George  that  miners  would  offer  a  wide 
hee  clientele  for  his  tobacco.  To  say  nothing  of 
K'f  their  being  robust  and  congenial  companions 
!  to  whom  to  pass  out  samples  while  George 
nrr  was  resting.  This  might  have  gone  on  for 
in  years,  with  the  miners  becoming  inalien- 
3DSE  ably  wedded  to  the  product  George  repre- 
K    sented,    except    for    a    curious  natural 
phenomenon.  Chile  is  one  of  the  trembling 
ny.l'i  countries,  reposing  as  it  does  on  the  very 
ol- rl  roof  of  the  western  cordillera  which  is  sus- 
Jtrh  pected  of  being  an  earthquake  factory.  A 
•Jek]  fresh  assortment  of  earthquakes  was  de- 
m  livered  every'  night.  Not  terrific  jolts,  you 
understand,  but  a  series  of  rockabye  mo- 
atls  tions  that  lasted  several   moments,  then 
a |    subsided,  then  rocked  again. 
7  -      Every-  night,  during  this  jitterbug  busi- 
Eiii'  ness,  George  was  writing  a  letter  to  head- 
quarters;  as  a  consequence  his  pen  strokes 
rj J)  proved  to  be  somewhat  erratic.  Mr.  Sanders, 
tal     in  all  his  innocence,  mailed  the  squiggly 
£     reports — neat  or  not — but  they  must  have 
%yi  set  up  a  serious  suspicion  in  the  home  office 
minds,  because  George  was  recalled  to  Eng- 
es-j-!  land,  and.  .  .  .  ''What  happened  to  me  is  a 
itjj  secret,"  said  George.  At  any  rate,  he  was 
tjf  .  ayailable  for  other  employment  immediately 
Jj  after  the  conference.  He  tried  a  little  thisa 
and  thata.  Advertising — no   go.  Another 
tobacconist — likewise,  no  go.  There  was  a 
depression  on,  and  the  future  was  as  dark  as 
a  London  pea-souper. 

By  chance,  George  met  an  uncle  on  the 
;  street  one  day  who  said,  "You  should  take 
3  up  singing,  old  boy.  It  seems  to  me  you'd 
be  quite  good  at  entertaining  people."  Ap- 
parently the  uncle  had  heard  about  some  of 
George's  "secret"  South  American  accom- 
plishments. The  idea  of  sitting  at  a  piano 


and  singing  to  earn  a  living  appealed  to 
George  as  minimum  output  of  energy  for 
maximum  income,  so  he  exerted  himself  for 
six  months  and  emerged  in  some  of  the  best 
homes  with  a  compelling  baritone.  "My 
voice  wasn't  so  bad  in  those  days,  although 
I  keep  it  secret  now,"  confessed  George,  re- 
fusing to  sound  his  A. 

There  happened  to  be  in  attendance  at  one 
of  George's  public  appearances  (Fate  is  so 
secretive  about  her  plans),  a  producer  who 
signed  George  instantly.  Almost  instantly, 
this  Englishman  born  in  Russia  and  newly 
come  from  Patagonia,  emerged  as  the 
screen's  foremost  portrayer  of  brutal  Ger- 
man officers. 

When  asked  how  it  happened  that  he 
could  project,  to  the  utter  conviction  of  an 
audience,  the  personality  of  an  incisive, 
autocratic  Teuton  filled  with  world-domi- 
nating force  (a  role  entirely  foreign  to  Mr. 
Sanders'  lackadaisical  nature)  he  grinned. 
Playing  an  imaginary  cello  he  explained, 
"That  is  one  of  the  tricks  of  my  trade.  A 
trade  secret,  you  might  say." 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  George  has  received 
a  good  many  letters  of  criticism  on  this 
score.  He  has  been  accused  of  being  a  Ger- 
man spy,  a  fifth  columnist,  and  a  Nazi  fugi- 
tive. He  gets  a  kick  out  of  the  accusations. 
"That  sort  of  thing  would  require  such  a 
lot  of  effort,"  he  says,  settling  deeper  into 
a  comfortable  chair. 

When  asked  if  there  were  any  particular 
part  he  was  ambitious  to  play  some  day- 
something  he  had  chanced  across  while 
reading,  or  seen  on  the  legitimate  stage — 
he  answered  with  alacrity,  "Yes,  as  a  matter 
of  fact,  there  is."  He  chewed  one  corner  of 
his  mouth  for  a  moment,  then  laughed  up- 
roariously. "But  that  is  a  secret!"  he  said. 

This   business   of   partially  committing 


himself,  then  changing  his  mind  is  typical. 
The  laughter,  too,  is  typical.  He  booms,  he 
roars,  he  squints  his  eyes,  throws  back  his 
head  and  ho-hos.  A  laudable  secret  ambition 
would  be  to  assemble  George  Sanders  and 
Alan  Hale  in  the  same  room  some  day  and 
have  Bob  Hope  tell  them  jokes.  That  would 
be  a  shout  heard  'round  the  world. 

Clandestinely,  George  is  working  on 
something  spectacular  in  the  ski  line.  The 
skis  he  has  in  mind,  and  on  paper  but  not 
perfected  in  the  workroom  yet,  are  con- 
structed according  to  a  new  theory.  George's 
innovation  may  change  skiing  as  much  as 
the  outboard  motor  changed  canoeing,  but 
when  pressed  for  details,  George  looked 
pleasant,  but  mum.  "It's  all  a  secret  yet.  I'll 
tell  you  about  it  later — when  I've  proved 
my  theory,"  was  the  not  unexpected  Sanders' 
repartee. 

In  addition  to  secrets  and  rest,  George 
likes  riddles  with  a  slightly  intellectual 
turn.  He  asked,  "How  should  you  punctu- 
ate this  sentence:  'Moses  was  the  son  of 
Pharaoh's  daughter  therefore  Moses  was 
the  daughter  of  Pharaoh's  son'?"  Answer: 
place  a  semi-colon  in  front  of  "therefore" 
and  place  hyphens  between  "daughter-of- 
Pharaoh's."  Get  it? 

When  you've  recovered  from  that  one, 
try  this :  How  do  you  punctuate :  "There 
goes  a  beautiful  girl."  Answer:  (Don't  say 
we  didn't  warn  you)  Make  a  dash  after  the 
beautiful  girl. 

Which  is  one  thing  you  can't  imagine 
George  doing  in  his  most  ambitious  moment 
because  there  are  always  quite  a  few  beauti- 
ful girls  lurking  in  the  immediate  vicinity 
and  hoping  to  be  noticed  by  one  of  Holly- 
wood's most  eligible  bachelors.  Whatever 
it  is  that  gets  'em — George  has  it.  And 
that's  no  secret. 


5? 


Judy  Canova's  Advice  to  Homely  (?)  Girls 

Continued  from  page  33 


Maybe  there  is  a  certain  something  in  the 
voice  that  is  intriguing.  Or  else  her  de- 
meanor is  distinctive  and  charming.  Or 
perhaps  she  wears  her  clothes  well,  or 
converses  interestingly  and  intelligently. 
So  I  say — look  for  the  one  thing  about 
you  that  is  attractive  and  bring  it  to  the 
front. 

That  doesn't  mean  to  talk  like  a  drunken 
canary  if  you  are  a  good  conversationalist, 
for  instance.  Nothing  is  more  deadening 
than  idle  chatter.  Talk  when  you  have  some- 
thing to  say  and  when  you  haven't,  just 
listen.  And  if  your  voice  has  a  nice  quality, 
I  don't  mean  that  you  should  become  vowel- 
conscious  and  roll  your  R's.  You'd  become  a 
stereotype  then.  I  simply  mean  that  you 
should  use  your  one  good  quality  with  dis- 
cretion and  without  obvious  emphasis.  Then 
you  are  capitalizing  and  not  existing  solely 
on  that  one  prominent  characteristic. 

If  you  need  a  good  example  of  the  sense 
of  this  advice,  take  Mrs.  Roosevelt.  In  her 
book  she  openly  stated  that  she  was  shy  and 
self-conscious  because  of  her  looks.  She  also 
knew  that  her  voice  wasn't  especially  me- 
lodic. But  there  was  a  great  charm  about 
her  and  a  capacity  for  action.  Few  people 
think  of  her  now  as  unattractive.  To  most, 
she  is  an  outstanding  example  of  a  woman 
who  has  made  her  life  mean  something  be- 
cause of  her  one  outstanding  characteristic 
— her  interest  in  humanity  and  her  complete- 
ly democratic  viewpoint. 

In  final  analysis,  then,  personality  is  noth- 
ing but  an  unconscious  projection  of  a  per- 
son's real  self,  and  regardless  of  looks,  the 
finer  points  will  emerge.  A  girl  must  be 
humane  and  kind  above  all  else,  however, 
for  without  these  qualities  everything  else 
is  of  no  importance. 

When  an  unattractive  girl  is  stressing  her 
personality,  she  must  be  careful  not  to  be- 
come one  of  the  Personality  Plus  types. 
Usually,  at  least  it  has  been  my  experience, 
such  a  person  is  only  stressing  a  veneer,  and 
it  isn't  long  before  that  veneer  wears  on  you 
and  becomes  obvious.  Again — use  discretion. 

There  are  undoubtedly  many  unattractive 
girls  who  are  married  and  faced  with  the 
problem  of  holding  their  husband  whose 


Count  and  Countess  Oleg  Cassini,  above. 
It's  little  Gene  Tlerney  after  her  surprise 
elopement  with-  the  nobleman.  Best  wishes! 


attention  is  momentarily  disturbed  by  some 
glamorous  vision.  They  wonder  how  their 
love  can  be  retained,  how  their  home  can  be 
saved.  Perhaps  they  have  always  wondered 
how  long  they  could  keep  their  happiness, 
and  what  they  would  do  when  their  hus- 
bands became  tired  of  their  personality. 

They  live  with  a  fear  hanging  over  their 
heads  and  hearts.  This  results  in  stifling 
their  natural  charm,  their  poise. 

I  have  seen  this  very  thing  happen  several 
times.  I  had  a  friend  who  came  to  me  re- 
cently and  said,  "Judy,  what  am  I  to  do? 
My  husband  doesn't  care  for  me  any  more. 
He  has  even  said  that  I've  never  been 
beautiful." 

Naturally,  this  hurts  any  girl  who  has  the 
misfortune  to  be  continually  conscious  of 
her  lack  of  beauty,  but  her  problem  is  no 
different  from  that  of  the  beautiful  woman 
who  is  faced  with  the  same  thing.  Men  are 
changeable  creatures.  They  seem  to  need 
constant  diversion.  It's  up  to  the  woman, 
then,  to  see  that  that  diversion  doesn't  go 
too  far. 

In  the  case  of  an  unattractive  girl,  my  ad- 
vice is  to  take  a  good  look  at  herself.  Maybe 
marriage  has  made  her  careless  of  her  ap- 
pearance. Maybe  she  has  thought  it  unneces- 
sary to  project  the  quality  that  her  husband 
once  admired.  Or  maybe  she  has  projected 
it  too  much.  She  should  be  able  to  find 
where  she  is  wrong.  The  one  thing  she  must 
never  do,  though,  is  to  weep  on  her  hus- 
band's shoulder  and  tell  him  that  she  knows 
she  has  never  been  beautiful.  She  must 
never  become  overpoweringly  affectionate. 
This  is  the  time  for  independence  and 
sanity.  If  the  man  must  have  his  fling,  let 
him  have  it.  If  there's  any  real  love  in  the 
home,  he'll  come  back  and  be  even  more  in 
love  with  his  wife.  If  he's  just  a  diversion 
seeker,  then  the  girl  is  better  off. 

But  why  should  unattractive  girls  feel 
that  such  a  possible  break-up  of  the  home 
is  the  inevitable  fate  in  store  for  her?  Why 
doesn'f  she  look  at  the  really  beautiful 
women  who  find  their  husbands  attracted  by 
unattractive  women?  That  one  thing  should 
convince  them  that  the  fault  does  not  lie  in 
their  appearances.  Men  get  just  as  tired  of 
looking  at  a  waxen  doll  as  they  do  at  a 
girl  whose  nose  is  off  the  bias  or  whose 
mouth  resembles  the  Grand  Canyon.  I've 
found  out  that  the  "unattractive"  girls  hold 
on  to  their  husbands  much  longer  than  the 
glamor  girls  do.  For  one  thing,  they  don't 
have  to  spend  so  much  time  worrying  about 
facial  rejuvenation.  They  can  devote  their 
time  to  maintaining  a  real  home,  and  that 
is  the  first  requisite  of  any  man.  Take  a  look 
at  your  neighbors  and  see  which  wives  make 
the  happiest  homes.  I  think  you'll  find  that 
I'm  right  when  you  see  for  yourself. 

No,  your  husband  isn't  leaving  you  be- 
cause you  aren't  a  Hedy  Lamarr.  He's  tir- 
ing of  you  because  of  a  change  within  you. 
He  found  you  attractive  once,  so  you  have 
done  something  to  make  him  think  of  you 
as  unattractive.  That's  the  peculiar  con- 
tradiction of  unattractive  girls'  marriages. 

Naturally,  every  plain  girl  isn't  thinking 
solely  of  marriage.  She  may  be  the  career 
type  who  doesn't  think  that  men  are  of  the 
utmost  importance.  But  she  takes  a  good 
look  at  herself  and  says,  "Now  how  can  I 
get  any  place  with  this  mugg?" 

Certainly  beauty  is  important  in  some 
fields  in  both  the  theater  and  in  the  movies. 
But  it  isn't  the  only  requisite.  Talent  and 
determination  can  get  a  girl  just  as  far. 

My  brother  and  sister  and  I  made  up  our 
minds  to  get  some  place  in  the  entertain- 
ment world  in  spite  of  our  rather  unassum- 


ing appearances.  But  to  get  on  top,  we  knew 
we  had  to  capitalize  on  the  fact  that  we 
weren't  the  answer  to  every  maiden's  and 
romeo's  dream. 

We  started  out  by  singing  hillbilly  songs 
because  we  felt  that  such  an  act  was  the 
best  way  we  could  introduce  ourselves.  We 
got  our  first  job  singing  "corn."  When  we 
went  on  the  radio  we  were  still  singing 
"corn"  and  screwing  our  faces  up  to  make 
us  look  really  unattractive.  And  ever  since 
I  have  worked  in  pictures,  I  have  stressed 
my  own  peculiar  qualities.  In  "Sis  Hop- 
kins," for  example,  I  was  the  exact  per- 
sonification of  a  girl  who  was  both  unat- 
tractive and  uneducated.  But  in  that  char- 
acter, you  could  see  the  appeal  that  such  a 
girl  really  has.  The  mere  fact  that  "Sis 
Hopkins"  has  remained  an  entertainment 
favorite  for  so  many  years  is  conclusive 
proof  that  the  public  is  sympathetic  to  a 
character  like  that. 

No  matter  what  you  may  read  to  the  con- 
trary, Hollywood  isn't  all  glamor.  There 
are  a  lot  of  unattractive  people  who  have 
hit  the  top  and  who  are  still  lending  valu- 
able support  for  the  boys  and  girls  with 
oomph. 

If  you  aren't  terribly  good-looking,  there's 
no  reason  to  worry.  If  you  think  you  have 
talent  for  acting,  whether  it's  comedy, 
drama,  or  singing,  pick  out  your  one  fea- 
ture and  capitalize  on  it.  In  a  career,  then, 
the  same  rule  applies  as  it  does  to  romance 
and  happiness.  If  your  face  is  plain  enough 
to  be  used  for  laughs,  then  by  all  means  use 
it  for  all  it's  worth.  Make  it  downright  ugly 
if  you  have  to,  for  the  funniest  looking  peo- 
ple have  been  our  finest  comedians  and 
often  our  finest  actors.  If  you  have  a  voice 
that  is  adaptable  to  an  individual  type  of 
singing,  concentrate  on  the  voice  and  the 
public  will  forget  everything  else  about  you. 

But,,  above  all,  if  you're  career-minded, 
don't  let  anyone  tell  you  that  you're  not  at- 
tractive enough  to  click.  Take  every  break, 
good  or  bad,  and  keep  plugging  away.  You 
may  have  a  harder  time  getting  a  chance 
than  a  platinum  blonde  with  a  Venus  figure, 
but  the  chances  are  ten  to  one  that  you'll 
last  a  lot  longer  once  you  get  your  break. 
And  don't  forget  that  every  glamorous  fig- 
ure in>  the  entertainment  world  today  had  a 
pretty  hard  time  getting  her  first  break  too. 

After  you  have  made  your  first  impres- 
sion, don't  think  that  you  can  afford  to 
change  your  type.  Some  actresses  in  Holly- 
wood have  tried  to  become  glamorous  when 
glamor  was  as  phoney  with  them  as  it 
would  be  for  me  to  play  a  love  scene  with 
Tyrone  Power.  No  unattractive  person  can 
capitalize  on  her  weak  points  any  more  than 
an  attractive  character  can  try  to  make  her- 
self look  funny  by  turning  into  a  facial 
contortionist. 

Here  I've  been  talking  about  unattractive 
people,  and  yet  I  have  never  seen  what  you 
might  call  a  really  unattractive  person! 
After  I  have  known  anyone  who,  on  the 
surface,  looked  very  plain,  I  have  found 
qualities  that  I  have  admired.  From  then 
on,  they  were  not  in  the  least  unappealing. 
And  yet,  on  the  other  hand,  I  have  met  some 
very  beautiful  girls,  and  after  I  have  known 
them  for  a  while  I  have  considered  them, 
because  of  certain  characteristics,  the  most 
unattractive  persons  I  have  ever  known. 

So — for  my  last  advice — remember  the  old 
saying  if  you  wish  comfort :  "Beauty  is 
only  skin  deep."  It's  the  beauty  within  any 
girl  that  means  more  than  the  beauty  with- 
out. 


Alexander  Korda  Productions  an- 
nounces a  last-minute  title  change  in 
the  film  starring  Merle  Oberon  and 
Joseph  Cotten — roto  photos  pages 
38-39 — from    "Illusions"    to  "Lydia." 


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EVERYWHERE  SHE  GOES  ADMIRING  EYES  OPEN  WIDE  AT  HER  SLIM,  YOUNG  BEAUTY.  .  .  HER  GLAMOROUS  COMPLEXION! 

Golden  Girl  of  the  Golden  West 


Swing  into  the  glamour  routine  lovely  Geraldine  Spreckels  adores! 
Whisk  through  this  brisk  little  Pond's  Beauty  Ritual  every  night — 
and  for  daytime  pick-me-ups.  Help  make  your  skin  look  fresh  and 
sweet  as  a  rain-washed  rosebud! 

Slather  Pond's  Cold  Cream  all  over  your  face.  Pat  it 
in  for  all  you're  worth!  Wipe  off  with  Pond's  Tissues. 
Then  "rinse"  with  more  Cold  Cream,  to  soften  again,  and 
slick  off  every  trace  of  dirt  and  old  make-up.  Happy  note! 
Little  "dry"  lines  show  less — pores  seem  smaller! 

A  good  big  splash  next,  of  Pond's  cooling,  astrin- 
gent Freshener. 

Extra  special  now— the 
1-Minute  Mask  of  Pond's 
Vanishing  Cream  all  over  your  clean,  glowing 
face.  Wipe  off  after  one  full  minute.  A  smooth, 
smooth  performance!  The  mask  zips  ioff  little 
roughnesses — gives  your  skin  a  caressably  soft 
feel — a  lovely  mat  finish!  Now — a  fluff  of  your 
powder  puff!  You're  glamorous  as  a  dream  girl! 


Lovely  clean! 


SHE'S  infatuated  with  life,  and 
infinitely  lovely — this  madcap 
California  heiress,  Geraldine 
Spreckels.  Red-gold  hair  and  gold- 
flecked  eyes  are  precious  accents  to 
her  soft,  luminous,  exquisite  skin. 

The  care  of  her  lovely,  clear  com- 
plexion is  not  left  to  chance.  She 
follows  the  simple  Pond's  Beauty 
Ritual  every  day. 

Cl/P  Y/i/j  coeaa^^^m 

for  your  Pond's  Ritual  Kit 


POMP'S, 


-  * 

<*§i  i 


Glamorizing 
1-Minute  Mask 


2    POND'S.  Dept.  7S-CVH, 
Clinton,  Conn. 

}OND'S       ^'m  keen  to  8tart  Geraldine  Spreckels* 
glamour  care.  Please  send  right  off  Pond's 
-  Beauty   Ritual  Kit  containing  Pond'a 

T     ~  especially  soft  Cold  Cream.  Skin  Fresh- 

S  ener.  Tissues  and  ^  anishing  Cream 
for  the  glamorizing  1-Minute  Mask.  I 
enclose  lOp  for  postage  and  packing. 


Name  . 


Address- 


(Offer  good  in  U.S.  only) 


SCREENLAND 


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WELL,  my  friends  and  fellow  members 
of  Sceeenland's  "guess  the  ending 
club,"  have  you  figured  it  out  yet  and  de- 
cided who  was  the  lucky  boy  who  held 
Janie  in  the  last  clinch? 

Was  Dick  your  guess,  wealthy,  glamorous 
Dick  with  all  his  father's  millions  and  that 
cute  trick  of  a  mustache  besides? 

Was  it  Tom,  good  old  plodding,  go-get- 
ter Tom  whom  a  girl  could  depend  on  even 
if  he  wasn't  as  exciting  as  the  men  Janie 
thrilled  to  in  the  movies? 

Was  it  gay,  devil-may-care  Harry  who 
didn't  believe  in  ambition  because  he  be- 
lieved so  much  in  fun  instead,  Harry  who 
would  probably  never  have  anything  in  his 
pocket  except  a  couple  of  overdue  bills  to 
rub  against  each  other  but  who  would  al- 
ways have  a  laugh  ready  when  a  girl 
needed  it  most? 

Or  was  it  the  butler,  the  way  it  some- 
times is  in  mystery  yarns? 

Anyway,  here's  the  last  cue,  positively 
the  last  one.  It  turned  out  to  be  a  happy 
ending  for  every  last  Tom,  Dick  and  Harry 
and  Janie.  And  this  is  how  it  happened : 

Remember  how  we  left  Janie  just  start- 
ing to  walk  down  the  stairs  still  undecided 
which  one  of  those  three  men  she  was 
going  to  tie  her  heart  to?  The  tantalizing 
smells  of  Mom's  good  breakfast  drifted  up 
to  her  as  she  walked  slowly  down  with  her 
knees  shaking  and  her  smile  trembling. 
But  for  once  Janie  wasn't  interested  in 
coffee  or  sausages  or  griddle  cakes.  She 
had  to  decide  her  whole  future  then  and 
there. 

Then  suddenly  she  knew  as  she  saw 
them  all  lined  up  waiting  for  her  at  the 
bottom  of  the  stairs. 

"Tom,"  she  said  quickly,  before  she'd 
have  a  chance  to  change  her  mind  again. 
"You're  a  wonderful  fella  and  any  girl 
would  be  lucky  to  get  you.  But  we're  not 
right  for  each  other.  You  oughta  marry 
the  boss'  daughter."  But  she  couldn't  bear 
to  look  at  his  chagrined  face  and  so  she 
turned  to  Harry.  "You're  one  of  the  most 
interesting  fellas  I  ever  met,  Harry,  and 
one  of  the  nicest,  too.  But  you're  crazy. 
So,"  she  held  out  her  hand  to  him  and 
tried  not  to  notice  how  warm  and  cozy  his 
felt  closing  around  hers  like  that,  "awfully 
glad  to  have  met  you." 

Then  she  turned  to  Dick  but  she  found 
she  couldn't  look  at  him  either,  with  her 
heart  pounding  like  that. 

"We  don't  move  in  the  same  circles, 
Dick,"  she  said  hesitantly.  "But  you're 
what  I've  been  dreaming  about  all  my  life 
and  if  you  still  want  me,  I'll  be  awfully 
glad  to  be  Mrs.  Richard  Hamilton.  Jr." 

She  was  in  Dick's  arms  then  and  Pop 
and  Mom  and  her  little  sister  Babs  were 
running  around  in  circles  they  were  so  ex- 
cited and  then  Dick  decided  they  were 
going  to  get  married  right  away  and  so 
Babs  went  dashing  upstairs  for  Janie's 
coat  and  Mom  got  out  her  best  handker- 
chief which  she'd  luckily  ironed  the  day 
before,  because  happy  brides  have  to  have 
something  to  cry  into. 

But  it  was  funny  the  way  Janie  felt  as  if 
she  wasn't  really  feeling  anything  at  all 
and  for  a  girl  who  loved  to  dream  things 
the  way  she  did  and  make  up  exciting  hap- 
penings it  certainly  was  queer  that  she 
couldn't  work  up  more  emotion  about  her 
wedding  day,  especially  when  it  was  turn- 
ing out  the  way  she  had  pictured  it  in  the 
wildest  of  her  fancies  and  she  was  marry- 
ing not  only  a  millionaire  but  a  handsome 
one  at  that. 

They  all  went  out  to  Dick's  car  with 
them,  the  mile  long,  foreign,  special  body 
car  with  the  double  talk  name  and  then 
Janie  kissed  Mom  and  Pop  and  Babs  good- 
bye and  shook  hands  with  Tom  who  was 
congratulating  them  and  wishing  them  hap-, 
piness.  It  was  Harry's  turn  then.  Harry 
who  wasn't  laughing  for  probably  the  first 


'Torn,  Dick  and  Harry" 

Conclusion  of  fictionization 
By   Elizabeth    B.  Petersen 

RKO-Radio  Picture.  Produced 
by  Robert  Sisk.  Directed  by 
Garson  Kanin.  Original  story 
and  screenplay  by  Paul  Jarrico. 
With  the  following  cast : 

Janie   Ginger  Rogers 

Tom   George  Murphy 

Harry   Burgess  Meredith 

Dick   Alan  Marshal 


Who's  the  lucky  groom?  Harry  (Burgess 
Meredith),  right,  tells  Janie  he's  the  best  man 
for  her.  A  girl,  Janie,  and  the  three  irre- 
sistible beaus  in  her  life,  center:  Tom 
[George  Murphy),  Dick  (Alan  Marshal) 
and  Harry.  This,  bottom,  is  how  Janie  fan- 
cied she  would  look  in  her  bridal  finery, 
with    Harry   as  the   lucky  man.   Was  he? 


time  in  his  life. 

"Congratulations,  fella,"  he  said  to  Dick. 
"I  think  she's  making  a  big  mistake."  Then 
he  turned  to  Janie.  "  'Bye,  Janie,"  he  said. 

It  was  really  outrageous  then  the  way  he 
suddenly  turned  to  her  and  pulled  her  in  his 
arms  and  when  his  lips  closed  on  hers  the 
strangest  thing  happened  just  the  way  the 
mechanical  gypsy  fortune  teller  had  pre- 
dicted it  would  when,  she  kissed  the  man 
she  loved,  the  way  it  had  been  when  Harry 
had  kissed  her  for  the  first  time  that  night 
he  had  brought  her  home  after  that  out- 
rageously hilarious  evening  with  him.  For 
bells  began  to  ring,  sounding  as  if  they 
were  clamoring  up  there  in  the  sky.  Of 
course  she  had  to  make  sure  she  wasn't 
just  hearing  things  so  she  had  to  kiss 
Harry  again,  a  longer  kiss  this  time  and 
now  the  bells  clanged  in  a  contagion  of 
ecstasy. 

Still  maybe  it  wasn't  fair,  taking  the 
bells  on  snap  judgment  like  that.  Maybe  it 
was  just  a  good  day  for  bells.  Janie  had  to 
be  cautious  about  it  and  so  she  turned  to 
Dick  and  kissed  him  but  there  wasn't  a 
single  bell.  Their  just  as  an  insurance,  an 
extra  precaution  that  she  wasn't  making  a 


62 


SCREEN  STARS  KNOW 
A  THING  OR  TWO! 

Lux  Soap  makes  a 

WONDERFUL  BEAUTY 
BATH —  LEAVES 
SKIN  SWEET 


1  ME  SURE  OF  DAINTINESS, 
AND  EVERY  GIRL  KNOWS 
THAT'S  IMPORTANT.1 


PPP>  IT  ^  THAT'S  IMPORTANT!  J 


i! 


"Such  a  delightful  way  to  make  sure  of  daintiness!" 

screen  stars  say.  And  women  everywhere  agree. 
Lux  Toilet  Soap's  creamy  lather  caresses  the 
skin  so  gently,  carries  away  perspiration,  every 
trace  of  dust  and  dirt— leaves  skin  really 
smooth — s  wee  t . 

You  want  the  charm  of  skin  that's  sweet, 
appealing !  Take  Hollywood's  tip !  Use  this  gentle 

white  soap  for  a  luxuri- 
ous daily  beauty  bath. 
You'll  love  the  rich, 
creamy  lather.  You'll 
love  the  delicate,  cling- 
ing fragrance  Lux  Toilet 
Soap  leaves  on  your  skin ! 


A 


NO  SMART  GIRL 
NEGLECTS  DAINTINESS. 

a  daily  Lux  Soap 

BEAUTY  BATH  MAKES 
YOU  SURE  ! 

 — p  " 


c t  i.  n   ac  b  a  a  a  urti  imtic 


STAR  OF  PARAMOUNT1* 
"AlOMA  OF  THE  SOUTH  SEAS' 


9  out  of  10  Screen  Stars  use  Lux  Toilet  Soap 


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63 


r<Ts  There  Really 
SWIM-PROOF,  RUN-PROOF, 
SMEAR-PROOF 
Make-Up? 


"My  Dear,  that  Tangee  Natural  just  stays  on 
like  mad!  You  can  swim  all  day  and  it  lasts 
and  lasts.  Besides  Tangee  Natural  gives  the 
lads  a  new  slant  on  you.  All  Winter  you've 
been  a  glamour  girl... overnight  Tangee  Natu- 
ral makes  you  the  gal  of  the  great  outdoors." 


"Another  Thing.  Tangee  Natural  Lipstick 
and  the  matching  Creme  Rouge  refuse  to  melt 
and  run  when  it's  so  hot  you  literally  feel  like 
expiring.  You  come  in  off  the  course,  peek  in 
the  mirror,  and  there  you  are. ..beautiful.  Your 
make-up  is  perfect... and  so  natural  looking." 


"Remember  how  perspiration  used  to  smear 
your  make-up?  Well,  not  anymore!  Tangee 
Natural  Lipstick  and  that  wonderful  Creme 
Rouge  have  the  Indian  sign  on  that  too  — and 
both  have  the  famous  Tangee  color  change 
principle." 


□  Peach 


□  Rachel 


Tangee 

"WORLD'S  MOST  FAMOUS  LIPSTICK" 


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.SU81 


mistake  she  kissed  Harry  again  and  bong, 
there  was  that  beautiful  bell  again. 

"Goodbye,  r:ck,"  she  said  then.  "I'll 
write  you  a  letter." 

And  then  there  was  her  hand  hugged 
tight  in  Harry's  as  they  made  a  dash  for 
his  ramshackle  old  motorcycle,  and  there 
was  Janie  who  could  have  been  riding  off 
in  that  magnificent  car  sitting  on  the  seat 
behind  Harry,  her  arms  holding  on  to  him 
and  the  bells  ringing  again  as  her  lips 
pressed  recklessly  against  his  hair. 

So  it  did  end  happily  for  all  of  them  for 
even  then  Tom  knew  that  thinking  about 
Janie  had  really  been  a  distraction  and 
now  that  he  couldn't  think  about  her  any- 
more he  could  turn  all  his  thoughts  to  busi- 
ness and  be  a  success.  And  success  was  the 


thing  Tom  loved  best  in  the  world. 

Dick  was  a  bit  taken  aback  of  course 
but  at  the  same  time  he  felt  that  in  some 
miraculous  way  he  had  escaped  something. 
For  Dick  was  a  playboy  at  heart  and  there 
were  so  many  beautiful  girls  in  the  world 
to  play  with  but  how  could  he  get  around 
to  all  of  them  if  he  married  Janie? 

And  of  course  Harry  was  happy,  in  the 
only  way  he  ever  could  be  happy,  marrying 
Janie.  For  Harry  had  dedicated  his  life  to 
having  fun  and  certainly  there  couldn't  be 
any  fun  without  the  girl  he  loved.  As  for 
Janie,  she  felt  as  if  her  heart  was  standing 
on  tiptoe  and  that  she  was  holding  every 
dream  she'd  ever  dreamed  all  tied  up  with 
hearts  and  flowers  and  a  great  big  pink 
satin  bow  in  her  arms. 


Claudette  Colbert  Selects  Her  Contest  Winner! 


Continued  from  page  27 


many  receptions  and  banquets  (that's  pres- 
sure at  its  best)  and  I  have  often  no- 
ticed that  the  minute  women  join  a  group 
they  become  shrill,  affected,  and  ill  at  ease. 
They're  just  about  as  natural  as  a  studio 
snow  storm. 

I  have  found  that  the  only  charming 
women  at  parties  are  those  who  continue 
to  be  natural  no  matter  how  hectic  the 
stress  and  strain.  Those  are  the  women 
to  whom  you  are  definitely  attracted.  You 
will  find  them  surrounded  by  men. 

Of  course,  when  you  are  in  a  group  it 
is  so  much  easier  to  be  conventional — to 
be  just  like  everybody  else — and  indulge 
in  all  the  silly  chitchat.  The  social  nice- 
ties, unfortunately,  are  so  very  often  false. 
When  you  join  the  group  you  immedi- 
ately lose  all  your  naturalness — and  your 
charm  goes  out  like  a  light.  But  at  every 
party  you  will  find  a  woman  who  does 
not  merge  her  personality  with  that  of 
the  others.  She  may  not  be  the  most  pop- 
ular woman  there,  but  you  will  notice 
that  the  people  around  her  are  having  an 
amusing  and  interesting  time,  that  she  has 
led  each  person  to  expressing  his  own 
views. 

To  do  this,  of  course,  you  must  have 
assurance.  The  way  I  see  it,  the  acquiring 
of  assurance  comes  from  a  confidence  in 
one's  self. 

As  assurance  is  one  of  the  requisites  of 
charm  let's  see  what  you  do  to  go  about 
acquiring  it  then.  Appearance,  as  you  prob- 
ably know,  is  of  the  utmost  importance. 
Rare,  indeed,  even  more  rare  than  hen's 
teeth,  is  the  person  who  despite  a  sloppy 
and  distasteful  appearance  is  considered 
charming.  When  you  enter  a  room  people 
will  find  you  to  be  either  attractive  or 
unattractive  before  you  even  speak.  A 
well-dressed  person  can  surmount  many 
obstacles  that  otherwise  must  be  overcome 
with  much  effort.  In  business  life  and  so- 
cial life  that  "first  impression"  is  very  im- 
portant. You  may  have  a  vibrant  person- 
ality and  more  charm  than  you  know  what 
to  do  with,  but  if  you  appear  dowdy  and 
frumpy  a  lot  of  people  are  going  thumbs 
down  on  you  before  you've  had  a  chance 
to  say  how-do-you-do. 

Like  the  proverbial  small  sister,  clothes 
have  a  way  of  telling  on  you.  They  tell 
your  personal  taste.  They  tell  your  char- 
acter. They  tell  what  you  are  striving 
for.  If  your  clothes  are  "gossiping"  about 
you  it  might  be  a  good  idea  to  look  in 
your  closet  and  check  on  the  care  you  are 
giving  them.  Is  every  button  on?  Are  the 
hems  straight?  Are  those  annoying  spots 
removed?  Are  the  collars  freshly  laun- 
dered ? 

You  are  guilty  of  a  gross  mistake,  and 
you  are  definitely  unkind  to  yourself  if 
you  buy  a  dress  that  you  know  will  be 


worn  by  many  other  women.  If  circum- 
stances force  you  to  do  it,  make  that  dress 
your  own.  Don't  be  a  carbon  copy.  Don't 
submerge  your  personality.  You  know 
your  type.  If  you  have  a  dress  like  every- 
body else's  add  a  collar,  a  scarf,  a  neck- 
lace, a  clip  to  it.  Give  it  your  personal 
"touch."  Make  that  dress  distinctive — or 
don't  bother  to  buy  it. 

I  know  of  a  woman  who  is  considered 
one  of  the  most  charming  and  best  dressed 
women  in  the  world.  She  has  evolved  her 
own  fashion,  and  I  defy  anyone  to  tell  you 
exactly  what  she  is  wearing.  Her  per- 
sonality and  her  charm  are  expressed  by 
her  clothes.  Yet  she  has  taken  Dame 
Fashion  and  made  her  set  off  herself  per- 
sonally. She  doesn't  allow  the  current  fash- 
ion to  be  expressed  through  her.  Her 
dresses  are  simple,  almost  what  you  call 
the  "shirtmaker"  type.  She  has  found  what 
her  proper  skirt  length  is,  and  has  stayed 
with  it  year  after  year.  Her  sports  clothes 
and  dinner  gowns  are  made  of  the  finest 
materials,  and  they  last.  Hef  hair  is  always 
done  in  a  simple  fashion,  and  her  hats  are 
becoming,  and  never  freakish.  You  look  at 
her,  rather  than  her  clothes.  She  has  found 
the  perfect  costume  for  herself,  and  wears 
it  as  a  setting  for  her  personality. 

Also  of  great  importance  in  acquiring 
assurance  is  grooming.  If  you  are  well 
groomed  you  are  not  self-conscious  about 
your  appearance.  There's  nothing  like  that 
awful  feeling  -of  being  not  "quite  right." 

All  of  these  things  are  a  means  to  an 


Here's  a  peek  at  only  two  of  the  princi- 
pals of  the  "Skylark"  cast — Brian  Aherne  and 
Claudette  Colbert.  This  fascinating  story  will 
be    fictionized    for    you    in    an    early  issue. 


64 


SCREENLAND 


end.  You  can  beat  anyone  to  the  draw  if 
you  take  these  things  into  consideration 
before  you  venture  out.  Your  mind  will 
be  free  to  meet  the  immediate  problems  of 
the  outside  world.  It  is  a  formula  that 
works  every  time.  Perhaps  you  will  fail 
I  a  number  of  times,  but  in  the  end  you 
will  be  successful,  and  the  result  means  a 
happy  and  tranquil  mind. 

Now  that?  the  stage  is  set,  we  come  to 
the  deeper  part  of  the  elusive  charm.  The 
mind.  The  mind  encompasses  everything 
that  comes  after  people  have  formed  their 
first  impression  of  you  as  you  enter  the 
room.  Consideration  and  courtesy  are  the 
first  requisites  in  appealing  to  people.  A 
charming  person  does  not  immediately 
take  the  center  of  the  stage.  She  has.  how- 
ever, the  ability  to  fit  into  a  situation. 
Take  time  off  to  do  a  little  thinking  be- 
fore you  go  to  a  party,  or  to  meet  friends 
— think  what  they  have  been  doing  during 
the  day,  and  what  their  problems  have 
been.  If  they  have  been  pleasant,  and 
will  fit  into  the  conversation,  bring  them 
up.  This  bit  of  courtesy  will  please  your 
hostess  or  host  tremendously. 

Make  the  effort  to  be  interested  in  every- 
one about  you.  Soon  you  will  find  that  they 
are  more  than  interested  in  yon.  With  very 
little  effort  on  your  part  you  can  fit  into 
a  situation,  and  you  certainly  owe  it  to 
yourself,  not  to  mention  your  hostess,  to 
be  informed.  If  the  people  at  the  party 
are  interested  in  books,  discuss  them  in- 
telligently, if  you  have  read  them.  If  you 
haven't  read  them,  ask  questions  that  will 
inform  you,  and  help  you  to  join  in  the 
general  conversation. 

Don't  shut  your  mind  to  subjects.  Per- 
haps you  are  wrong.  Always  take  the 
trouble  to  learn  both  sides  of  an  argu- 
ment. It  will  make  you  a  more  intelligent 
person. 

But  above  all — be  yourself.  But  be  the 
"yourself"  that  you  have  worked  out  and 
know  to  be  the  best  you  can  be.  Sit  down 
and  take  mental  stock  of  yourself.  Be 
charming  in  your  own  home,  in  your  own 
surroundings.  Be  interested  in  everyone  and 
everything  about  you.  I  find  that  many  of 
us  are  passing  by  each  day  many  things 
of  interest,  simply  because  they  are  every- 
day parts  of  our  lives  and  thus  have 
escaped  our  notice.  It  takes  small  things 
to  make  up  a  large  full  life,  and  the  girl 
who  is  dissatisfied  with  herself  in  her  pre- 
sent surroundings  is  missing  her  best  bet. 
Either  you  take  advantage  of  your  sur- 
roundings, or  they  will  take  advantage  of 
you.  Your  purpose  is  then  defeated. 

Be  genuine  and  be  simple.  You  will  find 
that  the  greatest  and  most  fascinating 
people  in  any  walk  of  life  are  really  very 
simple.  What  they  know  they  know  well. 
What  they  don't  know  they  readily  admit. 
A  genuine  person  is  always  the  charming 
one,  the  one  with  that  intangible  some- 
thing called  fascination.  They  are  free  of 
all  affectation,  and  with  their  simple  direct 
approach  they  bring  out  a  trustfulness  in 
everyone  who  meets  them.  It  isn't  a  trick 
and  it  is  as  refreshing  as  a  summer  breeze. 
Believe  me,  they  are  worth  emulating. 

This  has  been  more  than  interesting. 
Mae,  and  I  thank  you  for  your  charming 
and  interesting  letter.  I  think  any  girl  who 
can  be  as  frank  as  you  were  in  the  letter 
has  all  of  the  attributes  of  charm,  and 
much  more.  Good  luck  to  vou! 


Make  a  special  memo  NOW  to 
watch  for  September  Screenland! 
We  will  present  the  4th  winner  in 
our  6-Star  Contest,  selected  by 
the  ever  lovely  Irene  Dunne. 


Jean  Seton  oi  Arthur 
Murray's  Fifth  Avenue 
Studio,  exquisite,  fairy-like 
in  her  dancing,  is  the  per- 
sonification of  daintiness. 


ithur  MURRAY'S  famous  dancing  teachers 
never  miss  a  beat — in  rhythm  or  in  daintiness! 
Their  living  depends  on  perfection — that's  why 
they  love  Odorono  Cream.  They  can  depend  on 
it  to  guard  against  underarm  odor  and  damp- 
ness. They  smooth  it  on  while  dressing — remain 
flower-fresh  till  the  studio  closes  at  night. 

Your  day  may  not  be  so  strenuous — but 
you'll  value  Odorono  Cream  just  as  highly.  It 
checks  perspiration  safely  1  to  3  days.  Non- 
gritty,  smooth  as  satin  .  .  .  non-greasy,  harmless 
to  fabrics.  And  —  blessed  thought!  —  it's  non- 
irritating,  can  be  used  right  after  shaving!  Try  it 
and  you'll  agree  with  Arthur  Murray  girls  on 
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at  your  favorite  cosmetic  counter. 
The  Odorono  Co.,  Inc.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


Kaye  Hanlon  faces  grilling 
Kansas  City  heat  with  serene 
confidence  in  her  daintiness. 


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charmer,  keeps  that  band-box 
freshness  lesson  after  lesson. 

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Screenland 


65 


Yours  for  Loveliness 

Fresh  fields  of  clover,  a  rose  tint  to  your  skin 
and  cooling,  refreshing  thoughts  for  you  all  over! 


^^^^^^ 

2 

1 

ONE  way  to  mitigate  the  dis- 
comfort of  deep  Summer 
weather  is  to  equip  yourself 
with  after-bath  luxuries — lux- 
uries to  the  senses  but  not  to 
the  cents.  I  have  just  laved  my 
arms  with  Margo  eau  de  toilette 
by  Elmo,  cooling  as  an  icicle, 
sweet  as  an  old  romance.  It 
truly  has  a  lovely  scent,  with 
overtones  and  depths  that  give 
it  an  almost  perfume  value. 
And  it  has  equally  fragrant 
companions  in  dusting  powder, 
a  very  new  talc,  and  sachet. 
The  quartet  will  make  you  feel 
glamorously  fresh,  cool,  sweet. 


1.  Above,  is  a  new  foursome  by  Irre- 
sistible in  Pink  Rose,  practically  guaranteed 
to  make  you  look  irresistible.  By  all 
means  look  at  this  new  tone,  for  it  is 
flattering  and  beautiful.  Be  sure  to  try 
the  powder  foundation.  It  will  do  much 
aside  from  holding  make-up  for  hours ; 
it  will  help  conceal  minor  blemishes, 
make  little  lines  less  noticeable,  accent 
skin  tone  and  smooth  the  general  appear- 
ance. A  good  foundation  is  one  secret 
of  a  good  make-up.  Irresistible  gives  you, 
also,  powder,  a  divine  lipstick  and  rouge. 


3.  For  the  girls  with  the  pomp- 
adours, rolls  and  curls,  so 
beautiful  when  freshly  done,  so 
hopeless  when  they  begin  to  slip 
and  slide,  here's  big  news !  The 
new  Gnp-Tuth  hair  retainers 
actually  hold  your  hair  in  place. 
Not  combs,  but  real  retainers, 
gripping  gently  but  surely,  be- 
cause of  the  special  design  of 
the  split  tooth.  The  larger  is 
wonderful  for  pompadours ;  the 
smaller  do  a  real  side  job,  but 
you  need  all  three.  In  tones  of 
shell,  amber,  pearl  or  crystal, 
they  are  a  coiffure  accent  as 
well  as  an  aid.  Coiffure  savers! 


4.  We  know  that  many  a  compliment  goes 
to  the  Tangee  beauty  accented  face.  For 
the  entire  Tangee  ensemble,  recently  re- 
packaged, is  coordinated  to  blend  into  a 
harmony  of  tone  on  your  face,  changing 
to  your  individual  beauty  of  tone.  And  it 
is  fascinating  to  watch  this  almost  chame- 
leon quality.  The  very  blonde  and  the  grey- 
haired  are  particularly  enhanced  by  this 
type  of  make-up,  for  they  need  subtle  tones 
for  their  fragile  beauty.  To  these,  espe- 
cially, do  the  Tangee  lipstick  and  creme  or 
dry  rouge  give  a  rare  rose-blush  radiance. 


2.  If  "Summer  hair"' — lank,  lustreless  or 
straw-dry — is  your  problem,  the  Golden 
Glint  products  to  your  rescue !  There  is 
Golden  Glint  Shampoo  soap,  made  with 
gentle  oils,  for  a  creamy  lather  even  in 
hard  water.  Vacationists,  please  note.  And 
Golden  Glint  rinses,  in  six  shades,  with  an 
ingredient  called  radien,  which  does  impor- 
tant things  for  you.  Among  them  are  rins- 
ing away  every  bit  of  soap- film;  leaving 
your  hair  soft,  silky,  easy  to  arrange; 
bringing  out  a  lovely  brightness  and  an 
enviable  sparkle  and  youthful  looking  gloss. 


5.  You  often  pay  for  your  play  in  Summer 
if  you  disregard  the  sun.  Then  Tropical 
Sunburn  Spray  for  you  on  such  occasions. 
This  is  a  fresh-smelling  lotion  with  its 
own  spray,  so  hands  need  never  touch  sen- 
sitive skin.  Just  spray  it  on;  even  the  im- 
patient won't  mind.  This  cooling  spray  will 
soothe  sunburn,  superficial  burns  or  scalds, 
chapped  skin  and  venomous  insect  bites.  A 
good  preparation  to  keep  at  hand,  and  a 
"must"  for  that  vacation  bag.  It  is  easy  to 
carry  and  will  save  many  an  hour  of  need- 
less discomfort  for  outdoor  and  sun  lovers. 


6.  If  you  have  ever  smelled  a 
field  of  clover  at  the  twilight 
of  a  warm  Summer's  day,  then 
you  will  have  some  idea  of  the 
sweetness  captured  in  the  vial 
within  our  flower  pot.  It's  Hud- 
nut's  Yanky  Clover  perfume.  It 
is  touchingly  lovely,  the  cool 
freshness  of  open  clover  fields, 
plus  a  dash  of  what  it  takes  for 
male  admiration.  The  container 
makes  it  a  precious  bridge  prize, 
small  gift,  or,  better,  gift  for 
yourself.  It  is  very  reasonably 
priced.  And  the  matching  toilet 
water,  with  or  without  atomizer,: 
also  puts  you  in  clover.  CM. 


Beauty  Sermon 
on  the  Sun 

Continued  from  page  55 


hair  to  the  sun ;  exposure  dries  my  hair 
and  bleaches  the  ends.  I  always  keep  my 
hair  covered  when  in  the  sun." 

Many  of  us  forget  that  hair  burns  as 
readily  as  skin.  And  for  soft,  silky  hair  in 
Autumn,  remember  Joan  Crawford's  words 
at  this  season. 

"Have  you  a  special  make-up  for  Sum- 
mer ?" 

"I  don't  use  make-up  in  the  Summer, 
aside  from  lipstick  and  mascara.  I  don't  use 
a  foundation  or  powder  in  Summer.  I'd  ad- 
vise the  girls  who  use  powder  at  this  season 
to  save  their  money  by  not  buying  large 
boxes.  Buy  small  boxes  in  the  various 
deeper  tones.  Your  skin  grows  darker  each 
week,  if  you  go  in  for  suntan.  With  a 
number  of  deepening  shades,  you're  sure 
to  have  the  right  tone  as  you  need  it." 

The  face  au  naturel  in  Summer  is  charm- 
ing for  you,  Miss  Crawford.  But  there,  you 
are  certainly  in  the  minority.  We,  the  peo- 
ple, find  our  warm  weather  salvation  in  the 
correct  foundation  and  face  powder.  The 
foundation  today  is  a  masterpiece,  in  cream, 
liquid,  cake  or  film  form.  For  heavy  skin, 
inclined  to  oiliness,  I  suggest  the  liquid 
foundation  or  the  cake  form ;  for  fine  skin, 
a  gentle  touch  of  the  film  or  cream.  Don  t 
over-use  any  of  these  preparations.  You 
need  very  little. 

There  are  too  many  highly  pleasing  face- 
powders  to  elaborate  on  them.  But  you  need 
to  be  more  careful  of  tone  now  than  ever. 

"What  types  of  perfume  do  you  like  in 
warm  weather  ?" 

"With  sports  clothes,  I  prefer  men's  per- 
fumes, eaux  de  Cologne  and  toilet  water. 
These  give  me  a  soapy,  clean  feeling  and 
their  scent  is  so  fresh.  For  dress-up,  if  I'm 
going  to  a  tea  in  the  afternoon  or  something 
of  that  sort,  I  like  a  certain  import,  still 
available  in  this  country,  very  reminiscent 
of  the  tangy  sweetness  of  fine_  leather.  For 
evening,  I  like  something  sophisticated,  that 
spreads  an  aura  of  anticipation  and  joy.  My 
favorite,  another  import,  is  still  available." 

"Have  you  a  special  Joan  Crawford  beau- 
ty message  for  Screenxand  readers  ?" 

"Yes!  I'd  like  to  beg  girls  never  to  shave 
their  legs !  You  know,  most  girls  borrow  a 
brother's  razor  and  do  their  leg  grooming 
with  it.  They  really  shouldn't.  Instead,  do 
use  a  cream  or  wax  base  depilatory.  Either 
will  do  a  much  cleaner,  deeper  and  softer 
job  than  a  razor.  Hair  will  grow  back  much 
more  slowly,  and  these  preparations  elimi- 
nate that  horrible,  bristly  surface  that  de- 
velops so  shortly  after  using  a  razor." 

Well,  that  is  certainly  to  the  point !  And 
this  department  puts  a  great  big  O.  K.  on 
this  thought. 

Since  this  is  a  Summer  story,  perhaps 
Bach  belongs  here.  Bach  was  a  Dachshund, 
a  low-down,  "bureau"  dog.  He  was  a  puppy 
when  I  knew  him,  with  a  beautiful,  sleek, 
auburn  coat,  and  limpid,  velvet  eyes.  Beau- 
tiful but  dumb.  He  was  a  present  to  a 
friend's  little  girl  named  Joan,  after  Joan 
Crawford.  Miss  Crawford  felt  that  Bach 
was  just  the  companion  for  a  very  little  girl. 
She  chose  him  because  of  his  gentle  dis- 
position and  funny,  merry  ways.  Everybody 
loved  him,  and  I  can  still  see  him  scenting 
out  imaginary  enemies  in  the  grass  and 
running  to  beat  all  when  a  beetle  suddenly 
confronted  him.  There  is  a  general  feeling 
that  when  people  like  dogs  and  children 
they  are  very  regular  people.  Apparently, 
Joan  likes  both  and  thinks  the  two  go  to- 
gether— puppies  and  children.  - 


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it.  And  when  he  tangoes  with  siren  Rita 
Hayworth,  and  gives  her  that  look,  why 
I'm  telling  you — he  simply  sizzles.  Except 
for  the  weather,  Ty  Power  is  the  hottest 
thing  in  Hollywood. 

But  something's  wrong  somewhere.  This 
isn't  as  it  should  be.  Tyrone  Power  is  a 
married  man.  Last  April  he  celebrated  his 
second  wedding  anniversary,  the  cotton 
one.  (Annabella  was  deluged  with  cotton 
stockings.)  And  there's  an  unwritten  law, 
or  a  general  understanding,  or  something, 
in  Hollywood  that  a  handsome  young  ro- 
mantic actor  loses  his  romantic  appeal  to 
his  fans  when  he  takes  on  a  "little  wom- 
an." It's  all  right  for  tough  guys  like  Jimmy 
Cagney,  Pat  O'Brien,  and  Humphrey 
Bogart  to  acquire  brides,  but  for  the 
dreamy  boys  with  the  melting  eyes — no. 

This  is  a  hangover  from  the  old  days 
when  the  matinee  idol  was  in  vogue.  The 
ladies  used  to  jam  the  theaters  on  Wednes- 
day afternoon  and  moon  and  sigh  and 
pant  and  pretend  that  they  were  in  the 
manly  arms  of  their  hero.  The  press  agents 
glamorized  everything  about  the  matinee 
idol,  except  his  wife  and  children,  who 
were  shoved  as  far  in  the  background  as 
possible.  "Women  just  don't  like  to  im- 
agine themselves  making  love  with  a  guy 
who  has  a  wife  and  kids,"  the  press  agents 
said.  "Women  are  funny  that  way." 

Right  or  wrong,  producers  still  firmly 
believe  that  "women  are  funny  that  way." 
They  do  not  think  that  fans  go  to  the 
movies  for  mental  enjoyment.  (Do  you?) 
They're  in  the  business  for  the  money,  as 
who  isn't,  and  their  best  investment  is  a 
dreamy-eyed  romantic  young  actor  with 
plenty  of  sex  appeal — and  no  wife.  You 
can't  blame  them  for  doing  all  they  can 
to  protect  their  investment. 

People  who  think  that  producers  are  all 
wet  argue  that  marriage  did  not  harm  the 
career  of  Robert  Taylor  (the  producers 
would  gladly  have  boiled  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck in  oil  for  marrying  their  pet  glamor 
boy)  nor  that  of  Clark  Gable  ( when 
Carole  married  Box  Office  Number  One 
she  got  plenty  of  dirty  looks  from  the 
"front  office.")  But  the  answTer  to  that 
argument  is  that  both  Carole  and  Barbara 
were  important  stars,  glamor  girls  them- 
selves, so  that  took  the  curse  off  their 
marriages. 

Most  of  Hollywood  shares  this  belief 
of  the  producers.  Many  a  young  actor 
has  done  a  fancy  bit  of  side-stepping  to 
avoid  the  altar,  many  a  girl  has  had  her 
heart  broken  because  her  boy  friend  chose 
career  in  favor  of  marriage,  on  the  advice 
of  his  bosses.  The  general  feeling  regard- 
ing the  marriage  of  a  popular  star  was 
rather  aptly  expressed  by  Linda  Darnell 
the  other  day.  I  teasingly  asked  her  if  she 
planned  to  marry  Mickey  Rooney. 

"Oh,  Mickey  can't  marry,"  she  said.  "It 
would  ruin  his  career.  Imagine  Andy 
Hardy  married !  /  can  marry  all  right,  it 
wouldn't  hurt  my  career,  but  Mick  can't." 

Yes,  it's  generally  accepted  that  mar- 
riage blitzes  your  career — if  you're  a 
young  and  attractive  leading  man.  How 
then  can  Tyrone  Power  continue  to  be 
so  romantically  exciting  to  his  feminine 
public  after  two  years  of  marriage?  And 
not  only  to  his  fans,  but  to  the  leading 
women  who  know  him  best,  who  know 
him  at  his  worst,  his  leading  ladies,  his 
co-stars?  According  to  the  rules  Ty 
should  be  a  nice  young  actor  now — like 
Don  Ameche  and  Fred  MacMurray  with 
no  more  oomph  than  a  dead  pigeon.  And 
here  he  is  the  hottest  thing  in  town! 


BRIGHT  YOU  ARE.  JOAN ! 


JOAN  BLONDELL 

Star  of  Columbia  Pictures 

says  "One  of  the  BIG  little  things 
movie  life  teaches  you  is  to  keep 
your  teeth  spic  and  spruce  .  ,  .  yes, 
I'm  another  Calox  user!" 


NO  ART  CRiTlC  NEEDED  to  point  out  how  Joan's 
flashing  smile  perks  up  her  pretty  face.  She's 
lucky  to  have  good  teeth,  but  her  "beauty 
polish"  anyone  can  use  . . .  it's  Calox  Tooth 
Powder,  famous  for  its  5-way  cleansing. 


STARS  ARE  ONLY  HUMAN  .  .  .  they  like  to  use 
things  they  like,  just  as  the  rest  of  us  do.  The 
pleasant,  refreshing  flavor  of  Calox  makes  it 
a  joy  to  use,  keeps  your  daily  brushings  from 
being  just  a  tedious  chore.  You'll  like  Calox! 


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CALOX  HELPS  TEETH 
SHINE  LIKE  THE  STARS' 

BY  BRINGING  OUT  NATURAL  LUSTRE 

1.  CALOX  CONTAINS  5  CLEANSING  AND  POLISHING  AGENTS. 

A  real  beauty  tooth  powder,  promotes  a  brilliant  gloss! 

2.  EXTRA  SOFT  AND  SMOOTH  because  it's  doublenafted 
through  100  mesh  silk  screens. 

3.  FRESH-TASTING— no  strong  medical  taste.  Your  whole 
family  will  like  its  clean,  tangy  flavor.  Children  love  it. 

MeKESSON  &  ROBBINS,  INC.,  BRIDGEPORT,  CONN. 

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Just  to  be  sure  I  -was  right  about  this 
I  checked  with  the  fan  mail  department 
at  the  Twentieth  Century  studio  and 
learned  from  genial  Bill  Gallagher  that 
Ty's  fan  mail  has  actually  increased  since 
his  marriage  (oh  boy,  just  wait  until 
"Blood  and  Sand"  is  generally  released, 
and  watch  it  then ! )  and  that  a  great  part 
of  it  lately  has  come  from  women,  from 
fourteen  to  forty,  who  are  apologizing  for 
having  written  him  bitter  letters  after  his 
marriage  to  Annabella.  Seems  that  quite  a 
few  of  his  fans  took  his  marriage  pretty 
hard — but  during  this  past  year  they  have 
all  been  coming  back,  with  apologies. 

In  1938,  before  he  married,  Ty  was 
tenth  on  the  Motion  Picture  Herald's  pop- 
ularity-at-the-box-ofnce  list.  In  1940,  after 
he  married,  he  was  fifth.  This  year,  it's 
rumored,  he  will  ease  Monsieur  Rooney 
right  out  of  that  enviable  Number  One 
position. 

Strangely  enough,  men  who  usually  can't 
bear  the  stars  who  offer  them  competition 
(and  get  their  revenge  by  calling  them 
"pretty  boy"  and  "silly  jerk")  like  Tyrone 
Power.  Why?  I  asked  several  guys  I  know 
who  gather  at  the  stables  on  Sunday  morn- 
ing. "He's  no  sissy,"  said  one,  "he's  got 
something  on  the  ball."  Said  the  other, 
"Well,  most  of  those  celluloid  cuties  are 
just  plain  ham.  But  Power's  whammy, 
without  being  hammy,  if  you  know  what  I 
mean." 

When  Ty  Power  married  in  April,  1939, 
the  producers'  groans  could  be  heard  from 
here  to  the  Stork  Club.  They  had  to  be 
revived  with  smelling  salts  and  double 
brandies.  "Well,"  Hollywood  said  around 
the  oyster  bar  at  the  old  Trocadero,  "there's 
another  promising  career  shot  to  hell.  The 
girls  won't  go  for  him  if  he's  married. 
Look  what  happened  to    I" 

Ty  has  defied  all  the  accepted  conven- 
tions. He  didn't  do  any-  of  the  things  that 
young  actors  do  who  get  married  against 
their  studio's  wishes.  He  did  not  hide  "the 
little  woman"  in  the  background.  He  took 
her  every  place,  proud  as  a  peacock.  When 
the  photographers  gathered  around  them  at 
night  clubs  and  previews  with  their  candid 
cameras,  Ty  didn't  snarl  and  order  them 
away  (it  has  been  done.)  Unlike  the  Gables 
and  the  Taylors  he  had  the  lens  boys  come 
right  into  his  new  home  (none  of  that 
"my   home   is   private"  bunk)    and  take 


pictures  for  the  newspapers  and  maga- 
zines of  the  Powers  romping  all  over  the 
place.  The  studio  didn't  approve.  But  that 
didn't  stop  Ty.  He  loved  Annabella,  and 
he  wanted  everybody  else  to  love  her.  He 
freely  gave  interviews  about  Annabella, 
and  encouraged  Annabella  to  give  them 
about  him.  Very  unlike  the  Gables  and  the 
Taylors,  who  still  refuse  to  talk  about  each 
other.  The  studio  publicity  departments 
did  not  "arrange"  these  interviews  for  Ty 
and  Annabella — Ty  arranged  them  himself. 
He  was  very  pleased  to  be  married  to 
Annabella — and  nuts  to  studio  policies. 

Though  it  looked  on  in  disapproving 
silence  when  Ty  first  married,  Twentieth 
Century- Fox  gradually  learned  that  mar- 
riage wasn't  hurting  their  romantic  young 
leading  man  at  all.  They  think  it  is  perfect- 
ly all  right  now  for  Ty  and  Annabella  to 
discuss  their  marriage,  in  fact  they're  rather 
delighted  about  it.  And  several  months  ago 
some  beautiful  kodachromes  taken  of  Ty 
and  Annabella  shortly  after  their  marriage, 
and  then  suppressed,  were  pulled  out  of  a 
drawer  and  released  to  the  magazines — 
with  the  blessings  of  Twentieth  Century- 
Fox. 

"Well,  if  by  some  bit  of  luck  his  mar- 
riage doesn't  hurt  his  career,"  the  sour- 
pusses  said,  "his  pictures  certainly  will. 
He  goes  right  from  one  to  another.  The 
public  will  get  awfully  tired  of  seeing  him." 

But  on  the  contrary.  Ty  Power  has  been 
in  pictures  for  five  years,  and  has  made 
the  startling  number  of  twenty  pictures. 
But  he's  more  popular  today  than  ever. 

Yes,  he's  defied  every  accepted  conven- 
tion in  Hollywood — and  he's  still  the  most 
romantically  exciting  guy  on  the  screen. 
Why? 

The  answer,  I  decided,  might  be  found  by 
questioning  the  stars  he  has  worked  with. 
If  the  glamor  girls  who  work  with  him 
week  in  and  week  out,  under  the  most 
nerve-wracking  and  provoking  conditions, 
still  think  he  has  romantic  appeal,  after 
marriage,  then  he  really  must  have  it,  but 
good.  At  the  hairdresser's  I  saw  Dottie 
Lamour  getting  herself  all  prettied  up  to 
attend  a  Variety  Convention  at  Atlantic 
City.  "Tyrone?"  she  shrieked  under  the 
dryer,  "why,  he  has  the  most  wonderful 
disposition  in  the  world.  I  felt  so  fortunate 
to  be  able  to  appear  with  him  in  'Johnny 
Apollo'  [one  of  Dottie's  best  performances, 


"Blood  and  Sand"  has  given  Ty  Power  a  new  romantic  lease  on  the  screen.  Is  it  mar- 
riage that  has  given  him  a  "new  depth?"  Anyway,  here  he  is  with  his  lovely  Annabella. 


Flying  Cadet  Don  E.  Brown,  serious-minded 
son  of  comedian  Joe  E.  Brown,  has  almost 
completed    his   Air   Corps   flight  training. 


by  the  way]  for  he  has  a  knack  for  getting 
everyone  around  him  in  a  good  mood.  So 
often  on  the  set  there  will  be  some  one  who 
causes  friction — and  you  know  who  I  mean 
— but  with  Ty  around  harmony  always  pre- 
vails. He  has  the  most  charming  personal- 
ity, and — well,  I  wish  I  had  met  him  be- 
fore he  met  Annabella !  But  mind  you,  I 
like  Annabella.  I  think  she's  swell." 

On  the  Twentieth  Century-Fox  lot  I  ran 
into  Rita  Hayworth  who  plays  the  "heavy" 
in  "Blood  and  Sand,"  and  does  a  little 
burning  of  the  celluloid  herself.  Rita  had 
nothing  but  raves  for  Mr.  Power.  "It  is 
amazing  how  competent  he  is.  You  always 
think  of  Tyrone  as  a  very  young  man  and 
want  to  make  allowances  for  his  acting, 
but  when  you  see  him  work  out  a  role  you 
realize  that  he  has  deep  understanding.  He 
is  one  of  the  most  politely  curious  men  I 
have  ever  met.  As  you  know,  I  am  rather 
shy,  but  he  kept  talking  to  me  and  sud- 
denly I  found  myself  confiding  in  him  and 
telling  him  all  my  problems.  He  w;as  very 
helpful  about  solving  some  of  them.  He 
seemed  very  pleased  when  Annabella  came 
on  the  set.  I  met  her  for  the  first  time  and 
found  her  very  ■  fascinating.  His  pride  in 
her  is  one  of  the  nicest  things  I've  seen  in 
the  film  business.  I  didn't  know  him  before 
he  married,  but  he  certainly  has  plenty  of 
romantic  appeal  now  .  .  ."  and  Rita  sighed, 
just  as  you  and  I  sigh  when  we  think  of 
Ty  Power.  But  don't  tell  Eddie  Judson, 
Rita's  husband.  No  wonder  he  spent  so 
much  time  on  the  set  of  "Blood  and  Sand." 

I  found  cute  Miss  Betty  Grable  tearing 
a  steak  and  potatoes  in  a  corner  of  the 
commissary.  Since  going  with  George  Raft 
Betty  passes  up  salads  in  favor  of  steaks. 
Before  I  could  say  anything  she  said,  "I've 
bought  another  bowling  team.  Tyrone  sold 
it  to  me.  (The  money  goes  to  British  War 
Relief.)  I've  got  more  bowling  teams  now 
than  I  know  what  to  do  with,  but  when 
Tyrone  came  to  me — well,  you  just  can't 
resist  Tyrone." 

Betty  is  in  his  new  picture,  "A  Yank  in 
the  R.A.F.,"  and  thinks  it's  the  best  thing 
that  has  happened  to  her  in  Hollywood. 
"Just  imagine !"  she  said  dreamily,  "play- 
ing in  a  picture  with  Tyrone  Power." 

The  best  authority  on  Tyrone  Power 
among  the  stars  is  little  Linda  Darnell, 
who  has  played  in  four  pictures  with  him. 
"I  first  met  him,"  said  Linda  in  her  dress- 
ing  room,    "at   the   broadcasting  station 


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There's  no  reason  to 
dwell  on  the  mod- 
estly-draped bath- 
ing suits  of  yester- 
year except  to  pon- 
der on  the  delight- 
ful changes  time  has 
wrought  in  swim 
styles.  For  eloquent 
contrast,  just  let  your 
gaze  wander  (no  ef- 
fort, really)  to  Fran- 
ces Neal  who,  inci- 
dentally, is  making 
her  debut  in  RKO's 
"Lady  Scarface." 


V 


where  he  was  appearing  on  the  Woodbury 
program.  It  was  on  my  first  disastrous 
trip  to  Hollywood,  when  I  was  fourteen. 
The  publicity  people  took  us  there  to  have 
our  pictures  taken  with  Tyrone.  Two  days 
later  they  told  me  I  was  no  good  and  sent 
me  back  to  Dallas.  The  most  wonderful 
thing  I  remembered  about  Hollywood  was 
Tyrone.  I  had  a  school  girl  crush,  all 
right." 

Linda  played  opposite  Tyrone  in  "Day- 
time Wife"  and  readily  admits  that  she 
fell  in  love  with  him.  She  was  fifteen,  and 
St  was  all  very  wonderful,  except  that 
Tyrone  spent  the  time  on  the  set  they 
weren't  working  in  kidding  her,  instead 
of  making  love  to  her. 

"  'He's  the  one,'  I  used  to  sigh,"  said 
Linda  with  a  shy  laugh.  "I  was  very  upset 
when  I  heard  he  was  going  to  do  a  picture 
with  Loretta  Young.  She's  so  pretty,  I 
thought,  and  has  such  a  charming  manner, 
she'll  grab  Tyrone  up  before  I  have  a 
chance.  I  hadn't  planned  on  Annabella !" 

The  picture  Linda  referred  to  was  "Suez" 
in  which  Loretta  Young  played  the  Em- 
press Eugenie  with  many  ruffles  and 
plumes.  Also  in  the  picture  in  the  role  of  a 
gamin  with  pants  rolled  to  her  knees  was 
Annabella.  She  didn't  have  any  ruffles  or 
plumes,  and  Linda,  watching  the  sets  every 
day,  simply  didn't  consider  her  any  com- 
petition at  all.  "It  was  Loretta  I  worried 
about,"  she  said. 

"He  became  more  romantic  to  me  after 
he  married,"  she  continued  later.  "Yes,  I 
think  he  gained  in  romantic  appeal  when 
he  married  Annabella.  Before  his  marriage 
he  was  very  brittle  and  brash.  He  was  very 
dashing,  and  had  great  charm.  But  he  was 
so  restless !  Since  his  marriage  he  has  be- 
come more  the  serious  type.  Now  he  has 
great  depth,  which  he  never  had  before. 
This  depth  has  made  his  romantic  appeal 
even  greater  than  it  was  before.  He  still 


has  all  his  charm,  and  he's  just  as  much 
fun  as  ever,  but  he  has  lost  his  brittleness. 
Before  he  was  married  he  was  always  fly- 
ing off  at  tangents,  but  now  he  has  his  feet 
firmly  on  the  ground.  When  I  made  'Day- 
time Wife'  with  him  he  was  very  gay  one 
minute,  and  very  moody  the  next  minute. 
But  now  he  seems  to  know  what  he  wants. 
In  'Blood  and  Sand'  he  plays  a  man  who 
has  really  lived,  and  he  plays  scenes  with 


great  understanding  and  depth.  I'm  sure 
he  couldn't  have  played  them  two  years 
ago." 

Linda  isn't  the  only  one  of  us  girls  who 
"hadn't  planned  on  Annabella."  But  we've 
all  got  to  admit  that  she  has  given  him  this 
depth,  this  seriousness,  that  is  making  him 
far  more  romantically  exciting  than  he  ever 
was  before. 

So,  more  power  to  Power ! 


LICKS. 


CLICKS  WITH  THE 
MOVIE  STARS! 

And  when  it's  time  for  a  good, 
big  drink  .  .  .  Pepsi-Cola  clicks 
with  millions  all  over  America. 
For  finer  flavor  and  better  taste- 
.  .  .  enjov  a  frosty  Pepsi-Cola. 
12  full  ounces  in  every  bottle 
.  .  .  plenty  to  chase  the  biggest 
thirst.  And  all  for  one  nickel. 
Down  a  Pepsi-Cola  today. 


Pepsi-Cola  is  made  only  by 
Pepsi-Cola  Company.  Long 
Island  City,  N.  Y.,  and  is 
bottled  locally  by  Authorized 
Bottlers  from  coast  to  coast. 


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Are  Hollywood  Wives  Jealous 
of  Women  Stars? 


Continued  from  page  25 


movie  stars,  playing  together,  do  not  often 
fall  in  love — with  one  another.  That  would 
be  comforting  if  it  were  true.  But  it  is 
not  very  true.  I  know  it  is  not,  because 
I  can  always  look  back  to  where  our  ro- 
mance started,  Ty's  and  mine — on  the  set 
of  'Suez.'  If  it  were  not  for  'Suez,'  we 
might  not  ever  have  been  The  Powerses ! 
And  there  are  many  others  who  fell  in 
love  when  they  worked  together,  Vivien 
Leigh  and  Laurence  Olivier,  Lana  Turner 
and  Tony  Martin,  so  many.  It  is  natural 
to  be  jealous,"  said  Annabella,  "and  be- 
cause you  are  jealous  it  does  not  mean 
you  have  not  confidence  in  your  husband. 
It  just  means  that  you  are  a  woman  zvho 
is  in  love. 

"There  is  another  thing  to  cause  jeal- 
ousy, too.  Perhaps  this  is  the  biggest  cause 
of  all :  Actors  in  a  picture  share  the  same 
hope.  They  hope  the  scene  will  be  good, 
they  hope  the  picture  will  be  good,  they 
hope  they  will  be  good — together.  They 
have,  often,  a  million  dollar  common  in- 
terest. They  have,  often,  their  futures  at 
stake.  It  is  a  bond.  And  bonds  are — dan- 
gerous." 

So,  I  found,  even  the  girls  who  them- 
selves are,  or  have  been,  screen  stars  are 
not  immune  to  the  green-tipped  barb.  Joan 
Fontaine  Aherne  told  me.  "When  I  think 
of  Brian  making  love  to  a  girl  on  the 
screen,  I  try  to  be  mental  about  it,  but," 
she  said,  clasping  her  hands  over  her  mid- 
riff, "here  is  where  I  feel  it !  I'm  afraid 
I  feel  elemental  about  it !" 

Quite  a  few  of  the  non-pro  wives,  I 
found,  in  the  course  of  my  census-taking, 
stay  away  from  their  husbands'  studios  on 
the  premise  that  what  you  don't  see  can't 
hurt  you !  My  beauty  operator,  who  knows 
All,   tells   me   that   the  non-professional 


The  wind  and  the  sun  and  the  sky  and  Kay 
Leslie  makes  a  picture  no  artist  can  paint. 
Kay      and      Nature      blend  magnificently. 


wives  of  the  stars  spend  more  time  in 
beauty  parlors  than  do  the  stars  them- 
selves. They  are  the  ones  who  have  facials 
two  and  three  times  a  week,  try  new  hair- 
dos and  new  hair-dyes,  are  exacting,  finicky 
and  difficult  to  please,  in  the  effort,  both 
obvious  and  a  little  pathetic,  to  make  them- 
selves as  alluring,  seductive,  and  various 
as  their  husbands'  "studio"  wives.  One 
wife,  whose  name  I  will  kindly  omit,  told 
the  operator  that  she  HAD  to  have  "a 
new  personality  every  month" — the  only 
way,  she  said,  that  she  could  hope  to  com- 
pete with  her  glamorous  competitors  was 
by  being  "a  new  and  different  personality 
myself,  as  often  as  possible." 

Many  of  the  Hollywood  wives  try  to 
have  careers  of  their  own  or  keep  on  hav- 
ing careers  after  they  are  married  (and 
would  be  well  content  to  stay  at  home) 
because  they  are  afraid  their  husbands 
would  find  them  dull  and  unexciting  after 
being  "exposed"  to  the  decidedly  undo- 
mestic  charms  of  the  screen  glamor  girls. 
If  they  can't  work  in  pictures,  on  the  stage 
or  in  radio,  they  open  dress  shops,  interior 
decorating  shops  or  hat  shops  in  an  attempt 
to  have  interests  of  their  own,  in  the  hope 
that  they  will  not  be  thought  of  as  just 
The  Little  Woman.  Several  of  them,  and 
this  is  completely  pathetic,  talk  a  great 
deal  about  Improving  Their  Minds,  bustle 
about  Taking"  Courses,  reading  The  Book 
of  the  Month,  as  if  by  such  means  to  defy 
and  defeat  the  Lamour  sarongs,  Dietrich 
legs,  Turner  curves,  Lamarr  L'amour. 

Not  all  of  them  admit  to  being  jealous, 
of  course ;  and  also  of  course,  there  are 
those  who  are  NOT  jealous.  Clark  Gable 
once  told  me  that  he  thinks  it  is  up  to  the 
man,  whether  a  woman  is  jealous  or  not. 
"There  is  something  in  a  man's  eye," 
Clark  said,  "which  gives  a  woman  reason 
to  know  she  is  safe  or  reason  to  suspect 
almost  anything. 

Mrs.  Dennis  Morgan  told  me,  "I  really 
am  not  jealous.  Honestly,  that  is  the  truth. 
I'll  admit  I  don't  see  how  or  why  I  keep 
from  being  unless  it  is  that  I  feel  so  strong 
a  bond  between  us,  feel  that  we  have  so 
much  in  common  that  I  just  can't  believe 
the  bond  could  be  broken  or  that  any  other 
interest  could  supersede  our  mutual  inter- 
ests. I  used-  to  be  jealous,  when  we  were 
very  young'  and  were  in  college  together. 
Maybe  it  is  just  that  I  have  outgrown  it, 
along  with  other  adolescent  habits  of  mind. 
Not  only  am  I  not  jealous  but  it  is  the  truth 
that  I  am  very  thrilled  when  1  see  Dennis 
in  love  scenes.  Maybe  I'm  not  jealous  of 
him  then,  because — he  always  rehearses 
his  love  scenes  with  me.  So,  when  I  watch 
him  making  love  to  Ginger  Rogers,  Merle 
Oberon,  Priscilla  Lane  and  the  others,  I'm 
never  surprised,  I  always  know  what  he 
is  going  to  do  next,  I  am  well  aware  of 
the  'technique'  he  is  using — you  see,  if  you 
have  the  sure  conviction  that  a  man  is 
sharing  everything  with  you,  there's — well, 
there's  nothing  left  to  be  jealous  of!" 

On  the  other  hand,  there  is  young  Mrs. 
John  Hubbard  who  has  been  called  upon 
to  witness  her  handsome  John  in  scenes, 
extremely  "intime"  with  the  devastating 
Carole  Landis,  etc.,  and  who  said,  "Jeal- 
ous ?  I  certainly  AM !  And  I  have  been 
for  ten  years.  We've  been  married  only 
three  but  our  romance  dates  back  to  school 
days.  We  were  seventeen,  attending  a  New 
Year's  Eve  Party,  when  I  first  got  the 
urge  to  pull  a  woman's  hair.  She  com- 
menced flirting  with  John,  this  girl,  the 


moment  we  entered  the  room.  Of  course, 
he  was  delighted.  You  know  how  men  and 
small  boys  are,  they  love  flattery.  That's 
one  of  our  worst  dangers,  by  the  way,  that 
men  do  love  flattery  and,  when  they  are  in 
the  movies,  are  flattered  so  sickeningly 
and  by  such  experts !  Being  males,  they 
can't  always  take  it  in  stride,  let's  face 
it !  Anyway,  that  New  Year's  Eve,  there 
was  John  eating  it  up,  the  brat !  I  had  to 
fight  the  situation  out  by  myself  and  if 
I  do  say  so,  I  think  I  hit  then,  all  inad- 
vertently, on  a  solution  which  should  be 
of  real  help  to  all  wives,  especially  Holly- 
wood wives  who  certainly  need  help ! 

"Here  is  what  happened :  My  first  hunch 
was  to  get  my  hat  and  go  home.  But  that 
was  giving  up  too  easily.  It  became  a  con- 
test between  this  other  girl  and  myself 
as  to  which  one  of  us  could  hold  J.ohn's 
interest  the  longest.  We  did  everything  but 
turn  cartwheels.  Finally,  I  tried  to  take 
the  floor  from  her  by  telling  a  funny  story 
I'd  just  heard.  By  that  time,  I  was  so  nerv- 
ous and  unhappy,  I  got  all  balled  up  and 
couldn't  remember  the  point  when  I  got 
to  it.  I  blushed  up  to  my  hairline  and  tears 
came  into  my  eyes.  And — that  was  when, 
inadvertently,  as  I  say,  I  stumbled  on  the 
card  that  turned  the  trick !  Because  John 
felt  sorry  for  me.  He  felt  so  sorry  for  me 
that  he  spent  the  rest  of  the  evening  tell- 
ing me  that  even  if  I  was  a  flop  as  a  racon- 
teur, I  was  his  favorite  girl ! 

"It's  worked  ever  since — even  now,  here 
in  Hollywood,  whenever  we  are  anywhere 
and  some  woman,  or  women,  make  a  big 
play  for  him,  he  has  his  little  way  of  re- 
assuring me  that  I'm  still  his  favorite  girl. 
He'll  wink  at  me — big — from  wherever  he 
happens  to  be.  And  he  isn't  any  too  careful 
that  the  wink  isn't  obvious  to  the  other 
woman,  or  women,  which  of  course  con- 
cludes matters.  Naturally,  women  pay  him 
a  great  deal  of  attention.  I'd  be  sore  if 
they  didn't !  He's  handsome.  He  has  charm. 
He  is  an  excellent  dancer.  He  has  a  divine 
sense  of  humor.  On  the  other  hand,  it 
rankles  when  women  too  brazenly  make  a 
play  for  him — it's  then  I  use  my  little  tactic 
of  that  New  Year's  Eve  and  it  never 
fails. 

"So,  I  recommend  it,  unreservedly:  Be 
The  Little  Woman.  Arouse  your  husband's 
protective  instinct,  his  pity,  if  you  like — 
it's  our  best  bet,  girls !  It  is  the  only  force 
strong  enough  to  combat  the  other  forces 
of  glamor,  novelty  and  emotional  appeal  to 
which  they  are  constantly  subjected.  Re- 
member, now,  arouse  your  husband's  sense 
of  protection,  and  his  pity,  and  not  all  the 
glamor  girls  in  Hollywood  or  anywhere 
else  can  prevail  against  you !" 

There's  a  point  of  view  as  ever  was, 
I'd  say ! 

Eloise  O'Brien  says  she  used  to  be  plenty 
jealous  of  her  Irish  Pat.  The  first  two  or 
three  years  in  Hollywood,  she  suffered  all 
the  pangs  and  tried  all  the  "escapes,"  such 
as  opening  a  dress  shop,  considering  screen 
offers  and  the  such ;  but  now,  she  laughs, 
she  has  "outgrown  it."  She  added,  "Or 
maybe  it's  that  after  ten  years  in  Holly- 
wood, you  get  used  to  anything,  you  can 
take  anything !" 

Furthermore,  it  is  Eloise's  belief  that  it's 
not  of  Pat's  fellow  stars  she  need  be  jeal- 
ous, but  of — his  fans!  She  told  me,  "I 
won't  deny  I  still  get  a  twinge  or  two,  now 
and  then,  at  a  party.  It  really  does  get 
me  down  when  his  'admirers'  clamber  all 
over  him,  hang  their  arms  around  his  neck, 
kiss  him  right  before  my  very  eyes,  seem 
to  feel  that  he  is  Public  Property.  One 
such  occasion,  not  long  ago,  a  slithery  lady 
who  came  to  the  party  with  her  own  hus- 
band, by  the  way,  kept  sitting  on  Pat's 
lap,  gazing  into  his  eyes,  telling  him,  'Oh, 
I  love  you,  I  love  you !'  I  stood  it  for 
as  long  as  I  could,  then  I  barged  in  and 
said  'Let's  get  this  straight — are  you  in 


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mth  my  husband  or  your  own?'  That 
it.  I  thought  Pat  would  be  mad  at 
I  nit  he  wasn't. 

it,"  said  Eloise,  "as  far  as  being  jeal- 
f  the  girls  Pat  works  with  in  pic- 
—iio.  I  doubt  if  there's  a  wife  in 
wood  but  knows  it's  only  business 
hat  each  member  of  the  cast  is  too 
;:cupied  with  his  or  her  own  perform- 
to  have  time  to  go  around  falling  in 
They  just  have  no  time  for  it,  when 
ing,  even  if  they  are  so  inclined 

have    another     'protection,'  too," 
3  laughed.  "Pat  is  of  a  more  jealous 
e  than  I  am !   He  spends  so  much 
keeping  an  eye  on  me  that  he  really 
t  time  enough — or  enough  eyes — for 
ie  else.  Marry  an  Irishman,  I'd  say, 
l  want  to  be  able  to  sit  peacefully  at 
,  playing  with  the  children  or  read- 
Good  Book !" 
s.  Don  Ameche  told  me,  "Jealous  of 
Quite  the  contrary.  I  glory  in  his 
arity  and,  being  of  a  practical  nature, 
ferrying  would  begin  when  it  ceased, 
ft  see,"  Honore  continued  thought- 
"how  anyone  can  be  jealous  of  any- 
so  general  as  a  career,  or  of  the 
or  even  of  the  girls  he  plays  with 
ures.  If  it  were  one  girl,  and  one 
picture   after   picture,   that  might, 
ably,  be  different.  Or  if  it  were  one 
nd  he  was  alone  with  her,  in  an 
in  private — but  in  a  huge  factory 
studio,  no. 

for  being  jealous  of  Don  because 
kes  love  scenes  for  a  living — that 
d  be  as  silly  as  if  Don  had  been 
jus  of  the  patients  I  nursed  when  I 
a  professional  dietitian.  I'll  admit  that 
,ng"  love  for  the  screen  is  a  bit  more 
j ntic  than  nursing,  more  glamorous 
a  good  deal  more  exciting  to  the  au- 
e,  but  it's  still  a  profession  and  I 
■  Don  is  enough  of  a  professional  man 


New  Yo  rlc  e  rs 
opened  their 
great  big  arms 
and  hearts  to 
give  Dennis  Mor- 
gan an  over- 
whelming wel- 
come. Dennis 
"wowed"  the  cus- 
tomers at  th  3 
Strand  Theater 
where  he  made 
personal  appear- 
ances simultane- 
ously with  the 
showing  of  "Af- 
fectionately 
Yours,"  in  which 
he  is  co-starred. 
The  Morgans  as 
rhey  stepped 
from  the  east- 
boundtrain. 


to  take  his  work — as  a  profession. 

"Besides,  I  am  a  hero  worshipper  my- 
self so  I  can  understand  the  hero  worship 
of  others.  Both  how  ardent  it  is,  and  how 
innocuous.  Not  only  that,  but  I  am  just  as 
much  an  Ameche  fan  as  anyone  else  so  the 
more  gallantly  he  makes  love,  the  better  I 
enjoy  his  portrayals.  It's  funny,  perhaps, 
but  this  is  the  wav  it  is  with  me:  when 


Don  is  not  working,  when  he  is  at  home, 
he's  just  Don,  my  husband  and  the  boys' 
Dad.  I  certainly  have  neither  cause  nor 
occasion  to  be  jealous  of  him  then.  When 
he  is  working,  he  is,  to  me  as  to  others, 
the  Movie  Star  and  I  am  one  of  his  fans, 
one  of  his  audience  myself.  I  certainly  have 
neither  cause,  right  nor  occasion  to  be 
jealous  of  him  then,  when  I  am  just  one 


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with  the  "safety  center."  As  for  thrift, 
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of  his  fans — and  there  it  is !" 

Mrs.  Ray  Milland  laughed  off  the  ques- 
tion— she  said,  "I  have  always  believed  that 
practice  makes  perfect.  That  goes  for  mak- 
ing love  as  well  as  for  the  other  Arts.  & 
Crafts!  If  Ray  practices  making  love  with 
Claudette,  Ellen  Drew,  Barbara,  Anna 
Neagle — well,  after  all,  who  is  it  he  conies 
home  to?  If  you  follow  me!" 

But,  if  the  rabies  of  jealousy  do  attack 
a  non-pro  wife  as,  however  irrationally, 
they  have  been  known  to  do,  now  and 
again,  Mrs.  Ray  offers  another  Remedy. 
A  spot  of  analyzing  helps,  she  said.  For 
instance,  how  could  she  be  jealous  of  Ellen 
Drew  when,  as  everyone  knows,  Ellen  is 
fair  mad  about  Cy  Bartlett  and  may  be 
married  to  him  by  this  time;  how  be  jeal- 
ous of  Carole  Lombard,  in  Gable's  name ! ! 
Or  of  Barbara  Stanwyck,  married  to  you- 
know-who !  Or  of  Deanna  Durbin,  now  a 
bride?  Or  of  Claudette  Colbert,  who  has 
been  known  to  break  up  a  love  scene  by 
calling  Ray  "Joel"  ?  Your  own  particular 
husband,  said  sage  Mrs.  Ray,  may  be 
your  particular  heart-throb,  but  it's  healthy 
to  remember  that  other  hearts  have  other 
throbs,  and  throbs. 

It  occurred  to  me  that  Mrs.  James 
Stephenson  should  have  a  Point  of  View 
about  this  matter  since,  less  than  three 
years  ago,  James,  who  committed  Grand 
Larceny  on  the  Bette  Davis  film,  "The 
Letter,"  was,  so  to  speak,  "in  trade." 

"Actually,"  Mrs.  S.  told  me,  "he  was 
in  cotton  and,  in  between  times,  in  oil." 

Now  say  what  you  will,  there  IS  a 
difference  between  having  a  husband  who 
is  "in  cotton"  and  a  husband  who  is  in 
a  Glamor  Girl's  arms.  If  you  are  married 
and  raised  on  the  idea  that  your  husband 
turns  an  honest  penny  by  making  love  to 
G.G.s.  that's  one  thing;  but  the  transition 
from  business  man  to  movie  star  must  re- 
quire some  transiting — so,  I  asked  Mrs.  S. 
who  is  a  wife  With  A  Sense  of  Humor 
(all  non-pro  wives  please  copy)  and  she 
said,  "Well,  the  only  reaction  I  get  when 
I  see  Jimmy  on  the  screen  is,  well,  my 
goodness,  I  wish  he  was  as  glamorous  as 
that  at  home ! 

"Maybe,"  continued  English  Mrs.  S., 
"maybe  I'm  taking  it  too  lightly,  but  I 
don't  think  Jim  is  the  kind  of  a  man  to 
be  bowled  over  very  easily.  Then,  too,  of 
course,  he  is  almost  always  the  tough  guy 
in  pictures ;  he's  never  done  a  love1  scene 
on  the  screen.  Not  that  that  would  make 
an}'  difference  to  me — because  he  did  do 
love  scenes  on  the  stage  and  I  survived 
them  without  a  scar  and  so,  which  is  more 
to  the  point,  did  he.  I  may  take  it  all  too 
lightly,  as  I  said,  but — "  and  this  is  inter- 
esting because  Mrs.  Stephenson,  like  Mrs. 
Milland,  believes  that  analyzing  the  girls 
your  husband  plays  with  in  pictures  will 
remove  any  qualms,  if  qualms  attack — 
"the  girls  Jim  has  played  with,"  she  said, 
"Bette  Davis,  notably :  well,  not  only  is 
Bette  the  most  marvellous  person  with  far 
too  strict  a  code  to  permit  her  to  'poach,' 
so  to  speak,  even  if  she  felt  so  inclined, 
but,  also,  she  is  a  recent  bride,  and  a  recent 
bride  is  not  apt  to  constitute  a  danger  to 
another  woman's  husband.  And  there  is 
Geraldine  Fitzgerald,  a  lady  to  her  fin.- 
gertips  and  completely  devoted  to  her  hus- 
band and  her  small  son — that's  what  I  mean 
by  analyzing — if  you  do,  you'll  usually 
find  that  these  'dangerous'  women  have 
lives  and  loves  and  interests  of  their  own, 
more  'than  enough  to  fill  their  hearts  and 
minds  and  time.  As  for  feeling  any  jeal- 
ousy of  the  fans — no.  That  is  far  too  im- 
personal a  matter  to  cause  a  personal  re- 
action, to  my  mind." 

Mrs.  Dean  Jagger  is  another  non-jeal- 
ous non-pro.  She  told  me,  "Jealous  of 
Dean?  No,  of  course  not.  I've  worked  in 
the  theater  myself  and  have  had  to  do 
love  scenes  with  utter  strangers,  men  whom 


Shapely  limbs,  and  we  don't  mean  the 
from  whence  sprang  Charlie  McC 
We're  bereft  of  words — it's  Dorothy  D 


I  never  saw,  nor  especially  wanted  t< 
except  at  rehearsals  and  performs 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  I  think  movie 
stage  wives  have  less  cause  to  be  jt 
than  others.  With  love-making  as 
of  their  profession,  part  of  the 
grind,'  so  to  speak,  actors  turn  to  ou 
sports  for  recreation  between  pic 
You'll  find  many  more  film  stars  ( 
certainly  find  Dean)  on  the  tennis  c 
or  in  bowling  alleys  or  riding  hors 
than  you  ever  will  at  night-clubs.  L 
hear  more  about  their  night-clubbim 
dates  than  you  do  about  their  athleti 
tivities,  it's  because  dates  and  night- 
bing  make  more  glamorous  'copy.3 

"I'm   very   happy   to  be   a  Holly 
wife,  because  it  means  we  can  hi 
real  home  and  the  stability  and  see 
other  couples  have.  It  means  that  w 
never  apart.  When  Dean  signed  his 
tract  he  stipulated  that  it  contain  a  c 
stating  that  I  was  to  go  with  him  oi 
location  trips  he  made  no  matter 
or  for  how  long."  Mrs.  Jagger  smi 
little,  happily,  to  herself.  She  said, 
can  see,  can't  you,  that  I  have  no  cau: 
jealousy?  I  haven't.  No  one  else  may 
with  me,  but  /  maintain  that  a  Holly 
wife  has  less  cause  for  jealousy  tha 
other  wife,  anywhere,  or  married  to 
in  any  other  business  or  profession, 
men  in  pictures  get  so  much  of  flatter 
emotion    and    love-making  (before 
camera)  that  they  are  only  too  read 
too  relieved  to  stay  at  home,  relax,  d 
healthy,  the  different  sort  of  things, 
wood  is  home  to  us,  and  no  house  is 
if  jealousy  lives  in  it." 

Helen  Gahagan  said,  simply,  "I  f 
Melvyn  shamelessly !  No  woman  coulc 
him  more  flattery  than  I  do.  I  feed 
the  kind  of  food  he  likes.  Southern 
ing.  No  woman  could  feed  him  mor- 
better,  than  I  do.  'That's  all  there  is, 
isn't  an}'  more  !'  " 

So,  now  you  know  as  much  as  I 
able   to    find    out.    Some    of  'em, 
Charles  Boyer,   for  one,  wouldn't 
not  a  syllable.  The  very  word  'jeal 
made  them  turn — green.  Some  of  'en 
they  are  and  others  say  they  aren't-' 
can  believe  them  or  not  believe  them, 
with  them  or  not  agree  with  them,  a 
see   fit — me,    I'm   not    saying  anyth 
more.  It  was  enough  that  I  asked  the 
tion  'Are  you  jealous?'  rather  a  'del 
question,  if  you  know  what  I  mean 
lived  to  tell  "this  tale ! 


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Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 

Continued  from  page  9 


re  overnight,"  said  Priscilla,  as  we 
the  gardens.  "A  friend  helped  us 
le  landscaping.  See,  he  made  a 
map  of  this  upper  rose  garden,  with 
le  of  each  rose  and  the  spot  where 
ued,  and  we  set  the  map  beside 
is,  so  we  needn't  say:  'Oh,  I  think 
whatchamaycallit,'  when  people  ask 


it  jummer  we  simply  live  on  the  patio, 
i  e  serve  tea  or  cold  drinks  or  simple 
||  |ns  and  late  breakfasts.  You  see  it's 
ajilnged  that  you  may  have  either  sun 
■II  jle,  as  you  choose." 
jj ;  easant  place,  that  patio,  with  its 
"ihdy-and-white  furniture  and  swings, 
|  ;;azines,  books,  games  and  pingpong 
■jjjThe  formal  garden  with  its  green 
Bjow  hedges,  white  wall  topped  with 
|  pf  giant  petunias,  its  white  gate  and 
!,    painted  seats,  is  on  the  same  level 
rlubatio  which  faces  it,  while  the  much 
'.^'informal  gardens  lie  at  the  foot  of 
'  f  t  of  flagged  steps. 
I  (denias   and    camellias    bloom  like 
■  o  matter  what  the  season,"  exulted 
i  stess,  as  we  wandered  among  the 
that  were  doing  just  that, 
ic  blooms  are  not  the  sole  crop  of 
ely  Lanes.  Farther  down  the  wilder 
»  I    is  a  flourishing  vegetable  garden 
lathe  house  where  the  gardener 
it  plants  from  seed, 
aking  of  vegetables,"  said  the  star 
Lllion  Dollar  Baby,"  "  we  should  be- 
discuss  food.  The  Lane  family  is 
i|I  of  chicken  that  when  you  mention 
Jp  us  we  invariably  come  out  with 
In  this*  and  'chicken  that.' 
•   a    summer    luncheon,    I'd  serve 
I  aspic,  or  chicken  mousse,  a  cool 
»f  avocado,  grapefruit  and  orange, 
■vafers,  tall  glasses  of  iced  tea  with 
and  a  dessert,  preferably  ice-cream. 


"You  can  put  the  avocado  and  fruit  into 
the  aspic  with  the  chicken  and  make  a 
big  platter  of  it  on  watercress,  say,  or 
endive.  If  you  serve  chicken  mousse,  you 
might  have  green  salad  on  the  side." 

CHICKEN  MOUSSE 
2  cans  Campbell's  chicken  soup 
lyi  tablespoons  Knox  gelatine 

(softened  in       cup  water) 
2  tablespoons  pimento,  chopped 

1  tablespoon  parsley,  chopped 

2  eggs,  separated 

cups  cooked  chicken 
54  cup  whipping  cream 
1  tablespoon  lemon  juice 

Strain  soup  and  heat  in  double  boiler. 
Add  chicken  to  the  rice,  chicken  and  celery 
strained  from  the  soup,  and  put  through 
food  chopper,  using  fine  blade.  Beat  egg 
yolks,  add  hot  soup  to  them ;  then  cook 
6-8  minutes  in  double  boiler.  Pour  hot 
mixture  over  gelatine  and  stir  until  dis- 
solved. When  it  begins  to  thicken,  fold  in 
beaten  egg  whites,  whipped  cream  and  re- 
maining ingredients.  Pour  into  ring  mold 
and  chill  until  firm. 

Mrs.  Lane  has  a  number  of  chicken 
recipes  which  she  keeps  a  closely  guarded 
secret. 

"I  adore  her  creamed  chicken,"  sighed 
Priscilla,  "but  she  won't  tell  how  she  does 
it.  She  says  the  secret  lies  in  choosing  your 
chicken,  that  there's  nothing  in  it  but 
chicken — no  veal,  no  mushrooms,  no  green 
peppers. 

"We  serve  another  excellent  dish,  if  you 
want  a  hot  one :  boiled  chicken  with  wild 
rice,  the  chicken  served  in  the  center  of 
a  ring  of  rice.  But  perhaps  individual 
chicken  rolls  with  mushroom  sauce  are 
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those." 


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They  swing  sweet 
songs  and  sweet- 
en swing;  when 
they  sing  "Boogy 
Wo  ogy  you  au- 
tomatically be- 
come a  ''hep 
cat."  Who're  we 
talking  about? 
The  Andrews  Sis- 
ters, of  course. 
Left  to  right, 
Maxene,  Laverne 
and  Patty  prac- 
ticing for  their 
new  Abbott  and 
Costello  picture, 
"Oh,  Charlie." 


INDIVIDUAL  CHICKEN  ROLLS 

2  cups  flour 

3  teaspoons  Royal  baking  powder 
Vz  teaspoon  salt 

4  tablespoons  Crisco 
Vz-Ys,  cup  milk 

Sift  flour,  then  measure.  Add  salt  and 
baking  powder  and  sift  again.  Work  Crisco 
into  flour.  Add  the  milk  gradually  and  mix 
together  till  a  medium-soft  dough  is 
formed.  Toss  on  a  floured  board  and  roll 
out  into  a  piece  9  x  12  inches.  Cut  into  3 
inch  squares,  making  12  squares  in  all. 

Spread  each  square  with  chicken  mix- 
ture, roll  and  place  on  baking  sheet,  seam 
down.  Bake  in  a  hot  oven  for  15-20  min- 
utes and  serve  with  hot  mushroom  sauce. 
Makes  12  rolls. 

CHICKEN  MIXTURE 

cups  ground  chicken 
'     Vi  teaspoon  salt 
%  teaspoon  pepper 
3  tablespoons  chicken  gravy 

Mix  chicken,  gravy  and  seasonings  all 
together.  Spread  1  spoon  of  mixture  on  each 
pastry  square. 

MUSHROOM  SAUCE 

1  can  Campbell's  Cream  of  Mush- 

room Soup 
yl-^i  cup  milk 

Empty  soup  into  saucepan.  Stir  well  and 
add  milk.  Heat  but  don't  boil.  Serve  over 
the  chicken  rolls. 

"We  never  serve  foreign  dishes,  just 
simple  American  food.  Sometimes  we  dress 
it  up.  Soup,  for  instance.  Soup  is  delicious 
on  hot  days  when  you  can't  stand  a  hot 
meal.  Our  cook  serves  a  combination  of 
chicken  and  corn  soup  that's  wonderful. 
She  adds  garnishes,  too.  Ever  taste  cu- 
cumber slices,  cooked  in  butter  and  dropped 
into  a  cup  of  chicken  soup?  Sometimes  she 
uses  banana  slices,  cooked  till  soft,  instead, 
or  sliced  almonds.  Salted  whipped  cream 
on  Alock  Turtle  Soup  is  grand,  if  you 
have  no  figure  worries." 

CREAM  OF  CHICKEN  AND 
CORN  SOUP 

2  teaspoons  butter 

2  teaspoons  flour 
1  cup  milk 

1  can  Campbell's  Chicken  Soup 

3  tablespoons  cooked  corn 

3  tablespoons  chopped  fresh  tomato 


Melt   butter,   add   flour   and  coo 
frothy.  Then  add  milk  and  cook  till 
ened.  Add  soup  and  corn  and  hea 
don't  boil.  Add  tomatoes  just  before 
ing. 

Tall  glasses  in  hand,  we  sat  in  cusl 
lounge  chairs  on  the  patio,  nibbling 
wiches  of  unusual  flavor. 

"Sandwich  butter,  we  call  the  sti 
these,"  I  was  informed.  "Cook  adds  c 
ent  things  to  a  quarter  pound  of  crs 
butter.  This  is  grated  onion  and  Cam] 
tomato  soup — yours  is  sardine,  tomatc 
and  lemon  juice,  I  think.  Anchovy 
lemon  and  tomato  soup  make  ai 
yummy  one." 

They're  marvelous,  try  them ! 

Of  all  summertime  desserts.  Pr 
prefers  ice-cream.  Vanilla,  for  choice, 
fresh  strawberries  on  top.  "You  cai 
the  vanilla  cream  as  a  foundation  an* 
flavors.  Fold  in  fruit  or  berry  pulp  int 
custard  before  you  add  egg  whitt 
a  cup  of  crushed  English  toffee  at  the 
stirring.  For  Mocha  flecked  ice-cream, 
stitute  a  cup  of  strong,  black  coffe 
one  cup  of  milk,  and  then  fold  a  ci 
shredded  milk  chocolate  at  the 
stirring." 

VANILLA  ICE  CREAM 
2/i  cup  sugar 

2  tablespoons  Kingsford's 

cornstarch 
y%  teaspoon  salt 

1  cup  whipping  cream 

2  cups  milk 

2  teaspoons  Burnett's 

vanilla  extract 

3  eggs 

Mix  all  but  3  tablespoons  of  the  s 
cornstarch  and  salt  together  in  top 
of  double  boiler ;  add  egg  yolks  and  i 
beat  until  thoroughly  blended.  Cook 
rapidly  boiling  water  10  minutes,  or 
mixture  just  coats  a  metal  spoon,  sti 
occasionally.  Cool  thoroughly :  add  fl; 
ing.  Beat  egg  whites  until  stiff  but 
dry;  add  remaining  sugar  gradually: 
tinue  beating  until  mixture  holds  \ 
fold  in  custard ;  and  fold  in  cream  whi 
until  it  holds  point. 

Pour  into  2  refrigerator  trays  aw 
control  to  coldest  point  to  freeze.  \ 
mixture  becomes  mushy,  stir  3  times 
fork  at  15  minute  intervals.  When  fn 
set  control  at  temperature  slightly  o 
than  ordinarily  maintained ;  let  r 
Serves  8  generously. 


74 


SCREENLAND 


One  Woman's  Husband 

Continued  from  poge  31 


You  have  to  go  back  even  before  that,  how- 
ever, to  appreciate  her  patient  devotion. 

Before  he  found  Gertrude,  Pres  had 
grown  up  in  the  small  town  of  Pitman,  in 
New  Jersey.  The  neighbors  had  insisted  he 
was  as  hard  on  them  as  he  was  on  his  par- 
ents. A  typical  energetic  American  boy,  he 
was  not  to  be  tamed  by  routine.  When  the 
principal  of  the  Pitman  high  school  said  to 
him,  "One  more  visit  to  my  office  and  out 
you  go!"  he  wasn't  at  all  humbled.  Near 
the  end  of  his  junior  year  there  was  an  in- 
terclass  fight  and  Pres,  of  course,  was  the 
ringleader  of  his  class.  Somehow  he  was 
brandishing  a  fire  hose  and  breaking  win- 
dows with  it.  When  the  principal  arrived 
on  the  scene  Pres  fled.  He  hurried  down- 
town to  his  father's  office  and  declared, 
philosophically,  "I  might  as  well  quit  now 
before  they  kick  me  out."  His  dad  shook  his 
head.  The  kid  fancied  the  world  was  his 
oyster,  and  there  was  no  holding  him  down. 

Pres  wasn't  afraid  of  work,  for  he'd 
worked  summers  and  had  delivered  papers 
during  school  terms.  All  he  had  to  do  was 
pick  a  job  that  meant  big  money.  For  he 
had  decided  to  become  an  actor  and  he 
needed  money  to  get  away  from  Pitman. 

No  one  but  his  mother  encouraged  him  in 
his  fantastic  wish.  The  girl  he'd  dated  in- 
formed him  she  couldn't  be  bothered  going 
about  with  the  village  nut.  His  father  was 
indifferent;  the  absolute  foolishness  of  the 
notion  would  take  care  of  it.  "I  was  the 
town  laughing-stock,"  Pres  recalls  now. 
"Except  to  mother.  She  always  said,  'Well, 
go  on  and  try.  Either  you  can  be  an  actor, 
or  you  can't  be  one !' "  She  remembered,  as 
mothers  will,  how  he'd  excitedly  gone  into 
Philadelphia  to  carry  a  spear  when  Marti- 
nelli  had  sung  in  opera  there.  She  deliber- 
ately forgot  his  discouragement  when  he'd 
been  turned  down  for  the  high  school  plays. 
"I  never  got  a  part  in  any  of  them,"  he 
recollects. 

His  first  job  was  a  long  way  from  Holly- 
wood. It  was  in  the  Victor  talking  machine 
factory  in  Camden  and  he  commuted  from 
home.  But  in  a  couple  of  months  he  quit. 
(''Working  in  a  factory  was  not  good 
enough.  As  though  any  honest  work  could 
be  beneath  any  man!"  he   says  today.) 


Headstrong,  he  moved  to  Camden  and 
landed  a  white  collar  job.  He  beamed  at 
being  a  payroll  clerk  for  the  New  York 
Shipbuilding  Company.  But  mostly  because 
of  the  girl  he  stumbled  upon  in  the  office 
there.  She  was  a  knock-out. 

For  three  years  he  stuck  to  the  same 
job.  And  all  that  time  Gertrude  Warren 
listened  to  him  talk  about  becoming  an  ac- 
tor. She  intended  to  become  a  teacher  and 
she  was  as  down-to-earth  as  he  was  up  in 
the  clouds.  Still,  she  was  in  her  'teens,  too, 
and  soon  as  much  in  love  with  him  as  he 
was  with  her.  And,  of  course,  when  you 
fall  in  love  your  sweetheart's  wildest  hopes 
are  perfectly  possible ! 

Pres  sang  a  lot,  and  when  he  determined 
to  take  singing  lessons  she  didn't  call  it  a 
waste  of  money.  She  wasn't  possessive 
when,  at  the  end  of  their  third  year  as 
clerks,  he  wanted  to  spend  his  vacation  in 
New  York  City.  He'd  met  a  boy  whose 
brother-in-law  was  a  stage  manager  for  Al 
Woods.  Pres  pestered  the  poor  kid  for  a 
letter  of  introduction.  "When  I  hit  New 
York  I  registered  at  a  cheap  theatrical 
hotel,  feeling  I  belonged  there.  To  my 
astonishment,  I  learned  a  stage  manager 
wasn't  so  important.  Al  Woods  paid  no  at- 
tention to  him.  Nor,  what  was  worse,  to 
me !" 

On  his  return  to  Camden  he  discovered 
the  boom  at  the  shipbuilding  plant  was 
suddenly  over  and  he  was  among  those  laid 
off.  Gertrude  had  her  teaching  cinched.  She 
agreed  to  marry  him  as  soon  as  he  got  a 
steady  job. 

"Maybe  you  can  imagine  how  I  hated  to 
have  to  go  back  home  then!  But  I  had  to, 
and  I  got  a  job  as  a  mechanic's  helper  for 
the  local  bus  company.  Pretty  soon  I  was 
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What  would  a  girl  like  Gertrude  say  to 
that?  She  wrote  him  that  a  fellow  had  to 
stand  up  for  his  rights !  She  didn't  even 
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actor  who  had  no  other  way  to  express  him- 
self. But  Pres  has  the  grandeur  of  youth  in 
his  blood.  At  least,  until  he  eventually  had 
to  accept  any  old  job. 

He  didn't  want  to  tell  Gertrude  he  was 
working  in  a  cold  storage  plant,  loading 
freight  cars.  Every  time  he  lifted  a  three- 
hundred  pound  package  of  ice  he  thought  of 
her  sane  serenity.  He  borrowed  a  friend's 
Ford  to  go  back  and  forth  Saturday  nights 
to  see  her. 

That  job  ended.  So  he  drove  a  fruit  truck. 
Then  he  became — not  an  actor — but  a  house- 
to-house  canvasser  back  in  Camden,  having 
pulled  up  home  stakes  once  more.  "I  just 
couldn't  keep  an  everyday  job,"  Pres  can- 
didly confesses.  There  was  a  railroad  strike, 
and  he  was  hired  as  a  special  officer  to 
patrol  the  yards.  He  wasn't  a  satisfactory 
employee  because  when  he  could  save  fifty 
dollars  he'd  steal  time  off  for  a  New  York 
trip.  There,  for  a  few  days,  he'd  bang 
against  the  solid  walls  of  some  theater. 
With  no  experience,  no  record  of  having 
acted  at  all,  he  was  roughly  dismissed  when 
he  entered  the  offices  of  the  theatrical  agents. 

"A  friend  got  me  on  the  Philadelphia 
Ledger  soliciting  classified  ads.  After  a 
while  I  quit  to  be  an  automobile  salesman ! 
I  didn't  like  that.  I  wanted  to  be  an  actor !" 
He  went  back  to  the  paper  when  he  realized 
he'd  never  marry  Gertrude  at  the  rate  he 
was  going.  He  could  earn  four  hundred  dol- 
lars a  month  in  the  advertising  department. 
So  he  promised  to  give  up  his  acting  bug. 

Picture  Pres,  if  you  can,  settling  in 
Moorestown,  where  Gertrude  was  teaching. 
He  made  a  down  payment  on  a  cute  little 
house  and  he  was  a  sensible,  conventional 
business  man.  That  is,  life  was  calm  in  the 
Foster  home  until,  getting  about  as  news- 
papermen will,  he  met  an  Italian  tenor.  His 
old  musical  urge  sprang  up.  The  tenor  sug- 
gested they  give  a  concert  together.  It 
sounded  like  fun.  So  they  did,  and  it  was. 

Then  "The  Miracle"  was  staged  in  Phila- 
delphia and  Pres  sneaked  time  off  from  his 
ad  soliciting  to  sing  in  the  chorus.  He  gave 
another  concert  which  clicked.  Then  he 
heard  a  new  opera  company  was  being 
formed.  He  went  directly  to  the  maestro  in 
charge  and  was  declared  good  enough  for 
the  chorus.  He  stole  away  for  afternoon 
singing  lessons.  When  a  fair  opened  he  got 
a  spot  singing  on  its  radio  program.  And 
so  it  happened  again.  He  grew  more  and 


AT  5c  &   10c — DRUG  and  DEP'T  STORES 

76 


This  highly  dramatic  moment  occurs  in  "Un- 
finished Business,"  with  Irene  Dunne,  Robert 
Montgomery    and     Preston     Foster,  center. 

SCREENLAND 


The  Preston  Fosters'  pride  and  joy  is  their 
two-year-old  daughter,  sweet  Stephanie,  be- 
ing attended  by  "Jones,"  their  doting  butler. 

more  concerned  with  show  business,  and 
his  everyday  work  slipped.  He  was  fired. 

How  would  a  serious-minded  wife  take 
that  ?  Gertrude  didn't  explode.  She  shrugged 
her  shoulders.  After  all,  she  loved  Pres.  He 
was  accustomed  to  finding  new  positions, 
and  shortly  he  was  an  installment  collector 
for  a  sewing  machine  company.  This  de- 
pressed him.  So  he  quit  and  started  to  sell 
electric  light  bulbs.  "This,"  he  assured  Ger- 
trude, steeling  himself  to  try  to  be  ortho- 
dox again,  "is  a  line  I  can  be  enthusiastic 
about."  He  did  exert  himself  and  his  per- 
sonality resulted  in  his  winning  an  ap- 
pointment as  manager  of  a  selling  crew. 
He  dealt  with  hotels  and  stores  and  every- 
thing was  progressing  fine  until  he  found 
he  was  boosting  an  inferior  product.  There 
was  no  going  on  when  he  lost  confidence 
in  his  light  bulbs. 

Gertrude  did  not  wail,  "Was  any  woman 
ever  married  to  such  a  man!"  For,  no  mat- 
ter how  many  tangents  he  flew  oft"  on,  their 
love  was  above  what  the  neighbors  might 
say.  She  hardly  saw  how  he  would  ever  get 
to  Hollywood,  but  there  was  no  doubt  but 
that  his  desire  to  be  an  actor  couldn't  be 
squelched.  He  no  longer  strolled  past  stage 
doors  in  hope  of  actually  seeing  a  live 
actor.  He  no  longer  expected  to  sail  right 
into  leading  roles.  He  was  ready  to  study 
and  train.  But  he  couldn't  suppress  his  bent. 

When  the  electric  light  bulbs  flickered  out 
of  their  lives  he  was  drawn,  as  though  by 
a  magnet,  to  a  vaudeville  agent's  office  in 
Philadelphia.  He  sang  a  song,  as  an  ex- 
ample of  his  ability.  It  was  the  middle  of 
summer.  "In  the  fall  I'll  put  you  in  an  act," 
the  man  said.  Pres  came  home,  buoyed  up 
by  this  faint  opportunity.  A  few  days  later 
the  agent  phoned  him.  A  minstrel  show  was 
on  at  the  Steel  Pier  in  Atlantic  City  and 
the  interlocutor  had  taken  ill.  Could  Pres 
rush  down?  "When  I  got  there  I  had  only 
thirty  minutes  in  which  to  learn  all  the 
jokes  and  songs  and  receive  instructions  as 
to  how  I  was  to  handle  the  end  men."  And 
was  it  the  traditional  case  of  the  eager 
understudy  surpassing  the  veteran?  No! 
"I  was  so  self-conscious,  so  punk,  that  they 
fired  me  after  one  performance.  So  that 
cooked  me  in  vaudeville  !" 

Surely  it  must  have  been  difficult  for 
Gertrude  when  he  persisted  in  thinking  he 
could  have  a  career  which  seemed  utterly 
beyond  his  reach.  They  had  made  friends. 


Other  husbands  weren't  "nighty"  like  Pres. 
The  almost  incredible  thing  about  Mrs. 
Preston  Foster  is  that  she  simply  didn't 
give  a  hoot  about  what  the  other  wives 
thought.  She  didn't  mind  going  on  with  her 
school  teaching  while  he  figured  out  his 
life. 

"I'd  been  out  of  a  job  for  six  months  and 
I'd  flopped  there  at  Atlantic  City.  I  was 
confused,  and  desperate.  Gertrude  kept  say- 
ing, over  and  over,  'But  I'm  not  worrying, 
darling !'  She  thought  I  should  wait  until 
fall,  when  the  new  shows  tried  out,  before 
accepting  failure  as  a  would-be  actor." 

In  the  last  week  of  that  summer  Pres  was 
down  to  his  last  fifty  dollars.  So  he  kissed 
Gertrude  good-bye  with  a  tenderness  which 
almost  broke  her  heart.  He  packed  his  best 
clothes  and  drove  to  Weehawken,  on  the 
Jersey  side.  Parking  his  car  there,  he  took 
the  ferry  across  to  New  York.  It  was  a 
Monday  morning  and  it  was  his  last  stab. 

"I  hurried  to  the  theater  where  the)-  were 
casting  'New  Moon.'  They  advised  me  to 
return  at  three  that  afternoon.  I  did,  and 
when  I  began  to  read  a  part  they  wouldn't 
let  me  finish  it  because  I  was  so  rotten!" 
Next  day,  miraculously,  he  got  his  break.  A 
bit  actor  had  dropped  out  of  a  murder 
drama  and  Pres  was  eligible.  "The  role  was 
that  of  a  deaf-and-dumb  Chinaman  and  the 
only  thing  demanded  was  that  a  man  be 
over  six  feet  tall !" 

Pres  "opened  on  Broadway"  a  week 
later.  After  five  weeks  he  went  on  the  road 
for  five  months  with  the  troupe,  becoming 
the  general  understudy.  It  was  his  long- 
delayed  chance  to  study  the  fundamentals  of 
acting  and  he  mastered  three  dialects — 
Cockney,  Chinese,  and  Italian — in  the  hope 
a  principal  actor  would  have  a  lapse.  He 
was  never  that  lucky.  But  the  stage  manager 
approved  of  his  sincerity  and  recommended 
him  for  a  supporting  role  in  Henry  Hull's 
play,  "Congratulations."  Pres  didn't  have 
many  lines,  but  he  was  so  grateful  for  them 
he  got  a  Broadwa}r  run  through  until  spring. 

Every  week-end  he  was  anywhere  within 
reach  of  Moorestown  he  took  a  bus  home  to 
Gertrude.  She  was  the  happiest  school 
teacher  that  ever  was.  For  he  was  doing 
what  he  wanted  and  that  made  her  happy. 

He  didn't  get  another  part  at  the  end  of 
the  season,  but  he  got  a  job  as  an  assistant 
stage  manager  for  a  fall  production.  So 
without  any  hesitation  she  agreed  to  sell- 
ing their  home  and  moving  their  furniture 


to  a  three-room  apartment  in  Sunnyside, 
Long  Island.  By  the  end  of  the  season  he 
was  a  full-fledged  stage  manager. 

Then  he  tried  vaudeville  again,  singing 
successfully  with  Fritzi  Scheff.  A  half-a- 
dozen  small  Broadway  roles  followed.  And 
Gertrude,  no  longer  sure  of  her  own  in- 
come, economized  with  a  smile  always  on 
her  lips.  There  was  another  six  months' 
stretch  when  he  couldn't  get  a  single  job  in 
the  theater.  So  he  did  bits  and  then  plain 
extra  roles  at  a  Long  Island  movie  studio. 
He  was  never  close  enough  to  the  cameras 
to  be  discovered.  When  he  did  maneuver 
a  screen  test  he  was  told  to  grow  a  beard. 
Hollywood  sent  word  he  wouldn't  do. 

But  Gertrude  could  see  how,  slow  as  it 
was,  he  was  climbing.  It  took  three  years 
for  him  to  get  his  significant  lead  on  Broad- 
way. He  portrayed  a  comedy  roughneck. 
The  morning  after  "Two  Seconds"  opened 
three  Hollywood  studios,  including  the  one 
for  whom  he'd  done  extra  work  in  New 
York,  bid  for  him. 

He  couldn't  risk  bringing  his  wife  with 
him  because  he  was  only  guaranteed  one 
picture.  But  he  was  a  hit  in  it,  so  then  she 
joined  him  on  the  Coast.  You  rarely  hear 
of  her  in  Hollywood  society  because  she  re- 
mains as  real  a  person  as  she  was.  Instinc- 
tively she  knew  that  she  loved  a  man  who 
would  justify  himself.  The  bad  times  were 
never  bad  in  her  eyes.  She  had  him.  She 
was  never  bossy,  never  nagging,  for  she  had 
no  fear.  Nothing  was  unbearable,  except 
their  brief  separations  when  he  was  battling 
his  way  up  the  ladder. 

I  think  it  would  have  been  easy  for 
them  to  have  ordered  a  model  made  for  the 
new  home  they'd  planned.  Gertrude  made 
the  model,  down  to  the  least  measurement. 
So  now  each  time  they  open  a  door  they 
get  a  fresh  thrill.  The  charm  of  their  house, 
a  dream  come  true,  comes  close  to  over- 
whelming them. 

"Oh,  shut  up,  Gertrude,"  Pres  mutters. 
"You  know  it  all  goes  to  illustrate  what  a 
lot  of  luck  will  do!" 

"Perhaps,"  she  says  softly.  "Or  does  it 
illustrate  that  nothing  can  compare  with 
falling  in  love  with  a  swell  fellow?" 

Of  course,  what  would  they  really  have 
without  a  child  ?  They  both  adored  a  certain 
year-old  baby  girl  the  minute  they  saw  her. 
Since  adopting  their  Stephanie,  heiress  to 
their  success  and  hearts,  nothing  seems 
lacking. 


Preston  Foster  calls  the  cbove  his  "Rumpus  Room,"  and  it  is  not  hard  to  understand  why. 
It  holds  a  conglomeration  of  everything  needed  for  fun  and  relaxation.  A  great  place  to 
seek  after  a  hard   grind   at  the  studio.  Pres  tells  us  about  his  past — says  he's  lucky. 


Little  Jack  Horner  sat  in  a  corner 
eating  his  Christmas  pie.  He 
found  a  package  of  Dentyne  on 
his  plate  too,  (Dentyne  —  the 
warmly  delicious  chewing  gum 
that  helps  keep  teeth  bright). 

"What's  this?"  said  little  Jack. 
And  since  no  one  answered,  he 
went  on:  "Hm-m,  nice  looking 
package  —  flat  —  convenient  to 
carry  —  easy  to  open." 

He  opened  it.  "Looky,  six  sticks 
—  that's  generous."  Then  he 
tasted.  "Say  —  what  a  flavor  — 
blended  just  right — not  hot — not 
sweet — but  mighty  good  and  re- 
freshing. That  flavor  lasts,  too, 
not  just  a  few  minutes  but  as 
long  as  you'd  want  it." 

Just  then  in  popped  his  dentist. 
"Good  boy,  Jack,"  said  the  den- 
tist, "chewing  Dentyne  is  a  pleas- 
ant, practical  way  to  help  keep 
your  teeth  clean  and  sparkling." 

And  little  Jack  smiled  with  satis- 
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(Moral:  You  too  will  smile  with 
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Sweetheart  of  the  Campus 


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remind  me  of  my  father  on  a  binge,  I'd 
poke  you."  Suddenly  she  saw  the  girl  just 
behind  Mrs.  Sparr.  The  girl  who  would 
have  been  pretty  if  she  had  known  how 
to  dress  and  if  her  hair  wasn't  fixed  so 
primly  and  if  she  didn't  wear  glasses. 
"How'd  you  like  to  take  those  glasses  off?" 
Betty  demanded  pugnaciously. 

"Betty!"  Terry  said  warningly.  Then  he 
turned  to  the  older  woman.  "We  wouldn't 
hurt  your  students,"  he  said  in  a  voice 
dripping  with  honey.  "We're  clean-living, 
playful,  fun-loving  lads  and  lassies.  Why, 


Patti  McCarty  finds  a  novel  way  to  root 
for  the  best  team  in  "Sweetheart  of  the 
Campus,"  song  and  dance  collegiate  capers. 

we're  college  people  ourselves." 

"Don't  tell  me  this  collection  of  thugs 
ever  saw  any  school  but  a  reform  school." 
Mrs.  Sparr  sputtered  indignantly.  "Sheriff 
Denby,  will  you  please  proceed?" 

"You  just  leave  'em  to  me."  The  sheriff 
menaced  his  way  towards  them.  "Quit 
arguing,  now,  or  I'll  run  you  all  in.  And 
by  the  powers  vested  in  me  under  Code 
forty-six,  Criminal  and  Civil  Laws  of  our 
sovereign  state,  I  declare  this  club  closed 
and  under  seal.  The  joint's  padlocked." 

Betty's  eyes  should  have  stopped  him. 
Betty's  eyes  were  the  sort  that  should  stop 
a  seven-ton  truck.  But  they  couldn't  reach 
the  hard  heart  of  the  sheriff. 

"But  we've  been  counting  on  these  jobs," 
she  said,  and  her  voice  had  lost  the  joyous 
lift  that  made  it  Betty's.  "For  eating 
money." 

But  it  didn't  make  any  difference.  Noth- 
ing could  make  any  difference,  Ozzie  saw, 
as  Mrs.  Sparr  swept  out  of  the  room,  ges- 
turing the  others  after  her  in  a  manner 

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Queen  Victoria  could  have  been  proud  of. 
Qnly  the  girl  didn't  go.  She  stood  looking 
at  Ozzie  as  if  she  were  about  to  cry.  "I 
didn't  want  to  come,"  she  said  softly.  "I 
tried  to  argue  her  out  of  it  before  we 
came  in." 

"Think  nothing  of  it,"  Ozzie  said  bitter- 
ly. "All  we  lost  was  the  chance  of  a  life- 
time. Listen,  sister,  sticking  a  knife  in  a 
man  is  criminal,  but  standing  around 
watching  him  bleed,  that  isn't  nice!" 

The  girl's  lips  trembled  as  she  hesi- 
tated. Then  Mrs.  Sparr  turned  around 
indignantly.  "Come  along,  Harriet,"  she 
said  warningly. 

"I've  got  to  go,"  the  girl  whispered. 
"You  see,  my  father  is  president  of  the 
college  and  she,  well,  she  can  do  prac- 
tically as  she  wants  with  the  faculty.  But 
I'm  on  your  side." 

Small  comfort,  that  was.  Ozzie  wouldn't 
care  if  he  ever  saw  the  goon  again.  "We'd 
better  bring  out  the  usual  ad,"  he  said, 
as  Professor  Bailey  stepped  out  of  his 
character  of  mouse  long  enough  to  bang 
the  door  after  them.  "  'Ozzie  Nelson  and 
band  available.'  " 

"Also  Betty  Burke,"  Betty  whispered 
forlornly.  "I'd  like  to  stuff  old  Minnie's 
bustle  with  cactus!" 

"Wait  a  minute !"  Terry's  eyes  lit  up 
and  he  snapped  his  fingers  excitedly.  "I've 
got  the  idea  of  the  century !  Like  Shake- 
speare said,  'If  somebody  kicks  you  in  the 
pants,  get  it  in  the  papers  with  pictures.' " 

They  got  in  the  papers  all  right,  but 
they  also  got  in  jail.  Still  it  had  been  worth 
going  to  jail  for  that  fantastic  parade 
they  formed  with  Ozzie  and  the  band 
blaring  their  defiance  and  Betty  leading 
them  like  a  drum  majorette,  carrying  the 
sign  reading,  "Beat  Minnie  Sparr,  eight 
to  the  bar."  The  others  followed  each 
with  a  sign  of  their  own,  first  Victor,  then 
the  waiters,  bartenders  and  chefs  all  in 
their  working  clothes.  The  students  lined 
up  and  cheered,  and  even  some  of  the 
professors  forgot  themselves  enough  to 
smile  their  encouragement  and  Bon  Bon, 
the  chocolate  colored  janitor,  was  lost  at 
the  first  blare  of  the  music  and  trucked 
on  down  at  the  tail  end  of  the  parade. 

The  fun  had  only  lasted  for  a  day,  and 
night  found  them  in  the  county  jail,  booked 
on  charges  of  vagrancy.  But  it  took  more 
than  a  jail  to  hold  their  untamed  spirits. 
Stone  walls  could  not  a  prison  make  or 
iron  bars  a  cage  as  long  as  there  was  a 
sax  and  a  fiddle  and  a  drum  in  the  house 
and  the  band  had  held  on  to  their  instru- 
ments. So  it  was  a  jam  session,  with  all 
of  them  going  it  hot-diggety  and  Betty's 
nimble  feet  tapped  out  the  melody  until 
the  sheriff  came  in  and  looked  at  them 
with  a  jaundiced  eye. 

"No  more  of  that  music  or  I'll  have 
you  arrested,"  he  blared.  "The  neighbors 
are  complaining  about  the  noise  and  1 
always  had  the  reputation  of  running  a 
nice,  quiet  jail." 

"Well,  of  course,  you  could  let  us  out 
of  here,"  Betty  said  cajolingly  and  then 
he  shook  his  head.  "  'Ja  ever  hear  tell  of 
Joshua?  He  had  the  Jericho  Jive  band. 
And  they  blew  and  they  blew  and  the 
walls  came  a-tumbling  down." 

"I'm  sorry  I  ever  gave  up  hamburgers," 
Victor  said  dismally.  "You  fry  the  meat 
a  little,  slap  it  onto  a  roll,  apply  relish 
and  you  got  a  hamburger.  Nobody  bothers 
you.  nobody  makes  trouble." 

"Here  comes  trouble  now !"  Ozzie  grim- 
aced as  he  saw  a  keeper  escorting  Harriet 
towards  him.  "I'm  sorry  about  all  this," 


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Columbia  Pictures.  Produced  by 
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.ndrews.  Screenplay  by  Robert  D. 
.ndrews  and  Edmund  Hartmann. 
ifith  the  following  cast: 

\eity  Ruby  Keeler 

tszie  Ozzie  Nelson 

farrtct   Harriet  Hilliard 

'erry  Gordon  Oliver 

'r.  Hale  George  Lessey 

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wrs.  Sparr   Kathleen  Howard 

wn  Bon   Leo  Watson 

'ictor   Charles  Judels 

Ihrriff  Don  Beddoe 

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"'But  you  know  they  can't  hold  you 
t>u  have  a  job. 

That  makes  even-thing  okay!"  Ozzie 
ied  at  her.  "Only  we  don't  happen  to 
b  a  job  or  even  the  prospect  of  one." 
Fiat's    wonderful !"    Harriet  beamed, 
j  it  was  amazing  what  her  smile  did  to 
face.  If  Ozzie  hadn't  already  made 
his  opinion  of  her  he  would  have  sworn 
j  was  an  amazingly  pretty  girl.  "Now 
!  ,  can  take  the  job  I'm  going  to  offer 

Did  vou  say  job?"  Ozzie  asked. 
!  3-B,  job?" 

1  E  want  you  and  Miss  Burke  and  the 
j  i  to  enroll  at  Lambert  Tech  as  stu- 

:s."  Harriet  said  eagerly. 
,  The  kid's   out   of   her   mind,"  Ozzie 
j  £  The  mention  of  a  job  had  sent  his 
!  'its  soaring  but  now  he  felt  like  a  tire 

had  just  been  punctured, 
i  It's  asking  a  lot,"   Harriet  went  on 
!  erly.  "But  there  isn't  any  other  way  to 
•  2  the  school.  You  see,  the  school  char- 
i  requires  a  minimum  of  three  hundred 


students,  and  after  graduation  we'll  only 
have  a  hundred  and  twenty-one.  That 
means  we've  got  six  weeks  to  bring  the 
enrollment  up  and  the  publicity  you've  been 
getting  is  just  what  Lambert  Tech  needs. 
But  if  we  don't  make  it  the  school  and 
grounds  will  revert  to  Mrs.  Sparr  as  the 
only  surviving  heiress  of  Jonathan  Lam- 
bert. And  if  you  only  knew  what  it  would 
mean  to  my  dad  and  me  to  save  old 
Lambert !" 

"Tell  me  more,"  Ozzie  beamed,  begin- 
ning to  get  excited  himself. 

"Airs.  Sparr  wants  to  change  Lambert 
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doesn't  agree  with  my  father's  modern 
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So  she  cut  out  the  football  team  and  stopped 
the  dances  and  closed  your  night  club 
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dull  that  no  student  in  his  right  mind 
would  think  of  enrolling.  And  for  three 
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"We're  on !"  Ozzie  shouted,  and  Betty 
felt  a  sinking  feeling  when  she  saw  the 
look  he  gave  Harriet.  Ozzie  had  never 
looked  that  way  at  any  girl  before. 

But  there  wasn't  any  stopping  Harriet 
once  she  had  got  started.  The  jail  doors 
opened  as  if  by  magic  and  even  the  en- 
trance examinations  to  the  college  were 
a  cinch  because  Professor  Bailey  always 
asked  the  same  questions  and  Harriet 
knew  the  right  answers.  It  worked  like  a 
charm.  Even  when  Terry  gave  an  answer 
before  the  professor  had  a  chance  to  ask 
the  question  Bailey  didn't  realize  every- 
thing wasn't  the  way  it  should  be. 

"Now  it's  full  steam  ahead,"  Harriet 
said  briskly,  as  she  led  the  way  to  a  de- 
serted wing  of  the  college  where  the 
school  paper  had  been  printed  before 
Minnie  Sparr  shut  it  down. 

"Nice  place  for  a  murder,"  Terry  grin- 
ned as  he  brushed  the  cobwebs  away 
before  they  went  through  the  door.  "It 
looks  as  if  it  hasn't  heard  the  sound  of  a 
human  voice  for  years." 

"That's  why  Harriet  chose  it,"  Ozzie 
explained.  "It's  private." 

Betty's  heart  took  a  nose  dive  right 
down  to  the  tips  of  her  toes,  for  now 
there  wasn't  any  doubt  that  Ozzie  had 
been  seeing  Harriet. 

"You  sure  found  all  the  details  on  close 
acquaintance,  didn't  you?"  she  asked.  "It 
didn't  take  you  long  to  be  ready  to  die 
for  dear  old  Lambert,  did  it?" 

"Nobody's  dying  for  dear  old  Lambert," 
Terry  broke  in  excitedly.  "We're  going 
to  get  some  sweet  publicity  for  ourselves. 
This  is  going  to  make  you  the  dancing 
star  of  a  century.  You're  going  to  be  Betty 
Co-Ed,  the  only  girl  in  a  man's  college, 
the  Dream  of  the  entire  student  body.  I 
can  see  you  on  magazine  covers,  news- 
paper features,  movies,  radio." 

"Aren't  you  forgetting  the  highway 
fcillboards  ?"  Betty  asked  sarcastically. 


"You're  the  only  girl  on  a  huge  d; 
floor,"  Terry  went  on,  ignoring  her 
terruption.  "Three  hundred  male  stud.- 
wait  hungrily  in  the  stag  line." 

"I  like  that,"  Betty  grinned. 

"You're  walking  to  class,"   Terry  \ 
plained,  acting  out  his  words  with  an  <J 
aggerated   mincing   step.   "Thirty  colh'i 
boys  escort  you  every  step  of  the  v 
Every  girl  in  the  country  envies  you.  .'■ 
every   boy   in   high   school   is  drean 
about  going  to  Lambert  Tech  and  mee; 
Betty  Co-Ed." 

Betty  was  beginning  to  like  the  ; 
ture.   "I'm  mobbed,  but  good,"  she  s 
smugly.   "How  about  mixing   in  a  | 
older  men?" 

"And  Lambert  Tech  has  a  radio  j 
television  station,  for  experiments  by 
Engineering  Department,"  Harriet  put  J 
eagerly.  "We're  going  to  use  it.  W' 
broadcast  the  doings  of  the  new  night  c| 
we're  opening  in  the  gymnasium,  c'i 
we'll  call  it  a  commissary.  And  e-' 
Minnie  Sparr  can't  find  anything  in  j 
school  charter  which  can  close  that  dowj 

Maybe  it  would  have  been  fun,  maj 
it  would  have  been,  the  most  excit' 
thing  that  ever  happened  to  Betty, 
publicity  and  the  new  students  flocking; 
the  school  all  because  they  were  aruSj 
to  know  Betty  Co-Ed.  But  Betty  couk 
feel  that  way,  not  with  Ozzie  spend 
every  minute  he  could  with  Harriet 
with  Harriet  looking  so  different  now  t 
she  wasn't  using  her  glasses  any  m 
and  was  wearing  pretty  clothes  so  t 
even  Betty  had  to  admit  that  glamor  f 
laid  its  magic  spell  on  her. 

So  Betty  couldn't  even  pretend  to 
interested  when   Terry   showed  her 
latest  batch  of  clippings.  "I  wonder  v 
Ozzie  hasn't  come  back,"  she  said  a 
iously. 

"Here's  the  greatest  bunch  of  notice 
ever  saw,"   Terry  looked  at  her  inc 


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y    Dorothy     Darrell     registers    fear  as 
1he    Mechanical    Man    pursues    her  in 
ciced     Nuts."     Dotty     will     be  rescued 
her  perilous  predicament,  rest  assured. 

|  jy.  "And  you  don't  even  listen.  Ozzie 
i  Harriet  had  a  lot  to  do  this  after- 

Ozzie   and   Harriet !"    Betty  repeated 
i  Kingly.  "The  way  you  say  it,  they  go 
i  .her  like  ham  and  eggs." 
•kay."  Terry  said  imperturbably.  "So 
i  got  a  great  idea,  so  she's  helping  us 
t  over !  So  maybe  it's  even  more  than 
I     maybe   it's    strictly   personal."  He 
ued  then  for  he  couldn't  go  on  dishing 
,  t.  with  Betty  who  had  always  been  the 
I  faing,  carefree  kind,  looking  as  if  she 
! :  going  to  cry.   "He's  a  good  guy, 
|,"  he  said  then.  "But  there's  other 
j  i  in  the  sea." 

.  "eah.  I  guess  so,"  Betty  said  slowly. 
\K  at  the  moment  I'm  not  in  the  mar- 
lifer  any  other  fish." 
at  when  Ozzie  and  Harriet  came  back 
ager  to  start  work  fixing  up  the  gym- 
hjtan  for  the  new  club.  Betty  worked  as 
\\  as  any  of  them,  taking  the  pail  and 
r  from  Bon  Bon  and  somehow  it  helped 
[j  heaviness  in  her  heart,  pitching  in 
that  with  the  others.  "I've  worked  in 
iff    broken-down    night    clubs,"  she 
hed.  "But  ihis  makes  'em  look  like 
Stork  club  on  New  Year's  Eve."  Then 
augh  died  on  her  lips  as  she  saw  Mrs. 
t  come  in. 

V-.at  is  the  meaning  of  this?"  she 
ar.ded,  glaring  at  Harriet.  "You  seem 
are  forgotten  dignity,  tradition,  evcry- 
j,  tor  the  sake  of  a  gang  of  cheap 
icians. 

They're  Lambert  Tech  students," 
net  said  evenly. 

they're  nothing  but  jailbirds !"  Mrs. 
rrs  eyes  swept  the  room  furiously, 
d  I  insist  you  get  rid  of  them  immedi- 
■"!  And  as  for  you,"  she  looked  at  Bon 
standing  there  grinning,  "You  are 
harged." 

So,  ma'am!"  Bon  Bon  said  blithely. 
ias  resigned.  From  now  on  I  is  in  de 
An'  does  I  sizzle  and  swing!  Yes 
am.  I'se  struttin'  an'  shinin'  at  the 
ege  Club." 

ut  Bon  Bon  wasn't  the  only  new  mem- 
oi  the  band.  Harriet  belonged  now 


too,  really  belonged.  For  at  the  opening 
Ozzie  introduced  her,  not  only  to  the  stu- 
dents, but  to  the  radio  audience  as  well, 
as  his  new  singer.  It  didn't  help  Betty  then 
that  she  was  the  star  of  the  show,  that  it 
was  she  the  students  crowded  into  the 
room  to  meet.  Not  even  when  a  whole 
football  team,  headed  by  a  coach,  marched 
in  together  and  announced  themselves  as 
new  students,  all  for  the  sake  of  Betty 
Co-Ed,  she  couldn't  forget  the  way  Harriet 
had  looked  standing  there  before  the  mi- 
crophone in  the  new  evening  dress  that 
accentuated  every  soft  curve  of  her  slim 
figure  and  with  her  eyes  shining  as  she 
looked  at  Ozzie.  But  of  course,  the  hard- 
est thing  to  bear  was  the  way  Ozzie's 
eyes  were  shining  too. 

The  student  membership  had  passed  the 
required  number,  but  their  triumph  was 
short-lived  when  Mrs.  Sparr  and  Prof- 
essor Bailey  came  in  to  announce  that  the 
final  exams  were  to  take  place  the  next 
morning.  It  was  a  trick,  of  course. 
Harriet  knew  that.  Those  examinations 
weren't  going  to  be  any  cinch.  And  so, 
long  after  the  night  club  was  supposed  to 
have  shut  down  for  the  evening,  she  kept 
them  there  in  the  gymnasium  coaching 
them. 

"Trigonometry  treats  of  the  relations 
holding  among  the  sides  and  angles  of 
triangles,"  one  of  the  football  players  read 
his  text  book  disconsolately.  "Now,  what 
language  is  that?" 

Betty  made  a  face  at  Harriet.  "To  her 
it's  baby  talk,"  she  giggled.  "If  I  knew 
as  many  answers  as  she  does  I'd  have  a 
mink  coat  and  a  penthouse." 

"Those  are  different  answers,  Betty," 
Terry  said.  "But  wait  a  minute !  I've  got 
an  idea !  We're  all  musicians  and  we  know 
answers  they  don't  know.  Why  shouldn't 
we  use  them?  Ask  me  something  fancy, 
Harriet." 

"What  were  the  economic  factors  behind 
the  Thirty  Years'  War?"  she  laughed. 

"The  barrel  house  gut  bucket  is  to  the 
cat's  jive  just  as  an  alligator  swings  his 
skins  into  the  groove,"  Terry  announced 
triumphantly. 

"Why  don't  we  just  give  up  and  get 
some  "sleep?"  one  of  the  musicians  inquired 
in  a  plaintive  voice.  "Then  when  they 
hand  us  the  exams  we  can  throw  them  in 
their  faces  and  go  home.  I'm  for  an  hon- 
orable surrender." 

"That's  for  me."  The  football  player 
looked  up  wearily.  "I'm  going  some  place 
which  appreciates  a  quarterback  with 
twelve  seasons'  experience." 

"Hey !"  Ozzie  looked  up  sharply.  "You 
mugs  can't  run  out  now !" 

"Let  them  go,  if  they  want  to," 
Harriet  said.  She  turned  and  faced  them. 
"I  know  it's  hard,  tiring,  thankless  labor 
and  all  I  can  offer  in  return  is  my  grat- 
itude. But  maybe  there's  something  more 
involved.  Maybe  there's  our  good  old  fight- 
ing spirit.  Somebody  is  trying  to  put  over 
a  dirty-  trick  and  maybe  we're  not  going 
to  let  them  get  away  with  it."  Then  as 
they  didn't  seem  to  respond  at  all,  she 
sighed.  "Well,  maybe  we'd  better  sign  off 
for  tonight  and  get  a  few  hours'  sleep." 

"We  can  get  sleep  some  other  night." 
Betty  looked  belligerently  at  the  others. 
She  couldn't  believe  it  was  her  own  voice 
sounding  off.  Imagine,  her  taking  sides 
with  Harriet !  But  Betty  knew  she  would 
have  liked  her  if  it  hadn't  been  for  Ozzie. 
"I  gotta  find  out  some  more  about  this 
geology  stuff.  What's  a  limestone  fault?" 

Harriet's  smile  came  trembling  through 
her  tears.  "It's  been  swell  knowing  you, 
very  swell."  she  whispered,  putting  her 
arm  around  Betty.  "No  matter  what 
happens,  it's  still  been  swell." 

They  all  had  to  do  their  best  after  that. 
They  stayed  there  cramming  until  school 
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It's  no  secret  that  there's  a  man  behind  the  skirts  and  elegant  headgear  of  this 
sweet  old  lady.  Neither  is  it  a  secret  that  the  man  is  Jack  Benny,  or  that  he's 
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The  whole  band  failed  except  Betty  and 
that  evening  Terry  looked  at  the  results 
posted  on  the  bulletin  board  and  shook 
his  head.  "They  just  about  cleaned  out 
the  rest  of  the  school  .too,"  he  said  gloom- 
ly.  "Even  with  all  the  new  students  we'll 
>nly  have  two  eighty-seven  registered. 
What  I  can't  figure  out  is  how  Betty 
passed." 

"Oh,  that  was  easy."  Betty  managed  a 
grin.  "After  every  question  I  wrote,  'Dr. 
Bailey  is  so  handsome  I  just  can't  think.'  " 
"Well,"  Terry  took  her  arm,  "how's 
•  bout  getting  back  to  the  College  Club  ? 
Flunked  or  passed,  there's  still  a  perform- 
ance and  the  broadcast." 

^"Keep   your   chins   up,"    Ozzie  smiled. 
"We'll  put  everything  we've  got  into  the 
broadcast  and  we'll  draw  enough  students 
if    we    have    to    advertise  'Mathematics 
taught  with  Bingo.'  That  ought  to  draw 
hem  in.  Maybe  we've  got  something." 
"Have  we?"  Harriet  asked  softly. 
"Sure."    Ozzie   looked   at   her    in  that 
-pecial  way  which  always  made  Betty  feel 
hat  she  was  on  the  outside  looking  in 
it  happiness.  It  was  the  way  she  had  al- 
vays  longed  to  have  Ozzie  look  at  her. 
'Even  if  all  these  buildings  cave  in,  we've 
:ot  everything  anybody  could  want.  We've 
got  each  other." 

"I  used  to  think  love  talk  was  sappy," 
Harriet  said  then.  "But  I  liked  that,  very 
much.   Oh,   Ozzie,  I'm  going  to  hate  to 
ee  you  leave!" 

"You  won't."  Ozzie  was  looking  at  her 
as  if  he  could  never  stop  looking  at  her 
again  and  as  if  there  wasn't  anybody  there 
but  just  the  two  of  them.  "When  we  do 

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leave,  you're  going  along  as  the  hew  singer. 
That's  all  you'll  mean  to  the  band.  "For 
me,  well,  I  got  better  ideas." 

Betty  couldn't  take  any  more.  She 
turned  and  walked  quickly  away  and  even 
when  she  heard  Terry's  frantic  voice  call- 
ing to  her  she  didn't  stop. 

"Hey,  you're  going  the  wrong  way !" 

"I  like  this  way,"  Betty  said,  swallow- 
ing her  tears.  "Broadway  is  this  way. 
And  that's  where  I'm  going.  Look."  She 
gave  him  the  telegram  she  had  stuffed  in 
her  bag  when  it  had  arrived  that  afternoon. 
"I've  got  an  offer  for  a  big  review." 

Terry  whistled  ,as  he  read  it.  "Three 
fifty  a  week  is  a  lot  of  money,"  he  said 
then.  "And  Alexander  is  a  big  producer, 
the  biggest  they  come,  even  on  Broadway. 
But  you  can't  walk  out  on  Harriet  and 
Ozzie,  just  when  they  need  you." 

"Can't  I,  though!"  Betty's  little  chin 
lifted.  "That's  what  I  thought  too,  this 
afternoon.  I  turned  the  deal  down  cold.  I 
was  a  sucker  then." 

"But  the  rest  of  us  are  flunked  out," 
Terrj-  said  despairingly.  "You're  the  last 
hope." 

"Then  say  good-bye  to  the  last  hope," 
Betty  said  quietly.  "I'm  going." 

"Look,  kid."  Terry  reached  for  her  hand 
and  held  it.  "Ozzie  never  said  he  was  in 
love  with  you.  Did  he?" 

"He  never  said  anything."  Betty  shook 
her  head.  "I  just  kind  of  took  it  for 
granted." 

"You  can't  do  that  with  love,"  Terry 
said  slowly.  "Look,  all  the  time  you  were 
taking  Ozzie  for  granted  and  being  wrong, 
I  been  kinda  doing  the  same  thing  about 
you.  Funny,  huh'?1' 


Betty  looked  at  him  appalled.  "You  mt 
I  was  giving  you  as  bad  as  I  was  gett 
from  Ozzie?"  she  demanded. 

"That's  right,"  Terry  said  grimly. 

"Well!"  Betty  looked  at  him  and  5- : 
denly  she  faltered.  "Maybe,  well,  rn 
be — "  She  turned  away  then.  It  wasn't  ; 
use.  She  couldn't  give  in  now  and  st 
not  with  Harriet  and  Ozzie's  happiness 
ways  there  to  show  her  what  she  had  li 
"Well,  maybe  I'll  be  seeing  you  in  N 
York  some  time,"  she  went  on  determin 
ly.  "I'll  send  you  a  postcard,  anyway." 

But  it  didn't  do  any  good,  going  to  N 
York.  Once  Betty  would  have  thought 
would  be  the  happiest  girl  in  the  wo 
just  being  on  Broadway.  But  now,  e< 
though  her  name  was  up  in  lights  and  :| 
was  mentioned  in  all  the  columns  li 
there  was  a  line  of  stage-door  JohnnieJ 
block  long  waiting  for  her  every  evenil 
it  didn't  help  at  all.  For  she  couldn't  s  j 
thinking  of  them  all,  and  it  was  straij 
how  it  was  Terry  she  thought  of  mi  j 
She  just  couldn't  forget  those  last  m: 
utes  with  him  and  the  way  his  smile  lj 
twisted  and  the- way  his  eyes  had  loci 
when  he  knew  she  was  walking  out  j 
him  and  the  rest  of  them. 

But,  of  course,  the  others  couldn't  krJ 
that.  They  only  knew  that  everything  li 
fallen  flat  since  Betty  had  left.  And 
midnight  Lambert  College  would  be  tun 
over  to  Minnie  Sparr  to  have  and  to  h 
forever,  for  now7  that  Betty  was  gone  thj 
weren't  any  new  students  enrolling  to  tl 
the  place  of  the  ones  who  had  been  flunk 

"We  want  Betty!"  the  students  shou 
that  night  as  the  band  began  playing  < 
the  last  time.  "Where's  Betty  Co-Ed?" 

It  was  at  that  moment  Betty  came 
But  she  wasn't  alone.  An  oversize  rr 
chorus  strutted  behind  her  as  she  parai* 
around  the  room. 

"Here's  thirty  new  students  for  yc 
she  grinned  as  she  stopped  at  last  with 
whole  thirty  of  them  forming  a  line  beh 
her.  "That's  the  number  you  need,  i 
it?  They  kept  hanging  around  the  st 
door  and  I  figured  they  might  as  well 
educated  as  long  as  they  were  wasting  tl 
time  anyway." 

Her  heart  began  doing  flip-flops  tl 
for  there  was  Terry  coming  toward 
and  it  was  funny  the,  way  she  felt,  a; 
her  heart  had  been  waiting  for  this  mon: 
all  her  life.  There  were  so  many  thi 
she  wanted  to  say  to  him,  sweet  thi  1 
tender  things,  the  sort  of  things  love  so 
are  full  of.  But  just  seeing  him  ag 
knocked  her  for  such  a  loop1  she  coul< 
think  of  one  of  them." 

"You've  come  back!"  Terry  said  tl 
but  he .  looked  as  if  Heaven  had  ope 
right  in  front  of  him. 

Betty  found  her  voice  then.  She  e 
managed  to  giggle.  "I  expected  a  brigl 
remark  as  a  welcome,"  she  said.  "But  rn 
be  we  can  work  up  to  it." 

"You  mean  you're  going  to  stay?"  Te 
asked. 

Even  then,  Betty  couldn't  manage 
words  she  really  felt.  So  instead  she 
them  under  her  gay  banter.  "Aw,  you  ki 
how  it  is,"  she  said.  "Once  a  Co-Ed., 
ways  a  Co-Ed.  And  anyway,  I  didn't  1 
welshing."   She  waited,  but  for  the  fj 
time    Terry's    glib,    wisecracking  ton 
couldn't  find  the  words  it  needed.  It 
clearly  up  to  Betty  and  she  knew  it. 

"Hey,  Fishface !"  she  demanded.  "A 
dramatic  moment  like  this,  don't  I  e 
rate  a  kiss  ?" 

And  then,  there  was  her  impudent  li 
mouth  lifted  to  his,  only  it  wasn't  inj 
dent  now  as  Terry's  arms  closed  an 
her,  just  trembling  and  tender  and  sw 
And  the  wisecracks  were  gone  from 
eyes  too  and  they  were  as  vulnerable 
only  a  girl's  eyes  can  be  when  she  kn< 
her  heart  has  come  home  at  last. 


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"Pride  and  Prejudice."  This  year,  she 
is  fulfilling  every  golden  promise  in 
"Blossoms  In  The  Dust." 


Together  with  the  personable  Walter 
Pidgeon  and  supported  by  such  deft 
delineators  as  Felix  Bressart  of  "Nin- 
otchka",  Marsha  Hunt,  Fay  Holden 
and  Samuel  Hinds,  Greer's  portrayal 
of  Edna  Gladney  becomes  a  perform- 
ance to  press  in  a  book. 


The  film  itself  is  an  ambitious  under- 
taking. It  is  the  story  of  a  glorious 
woman  whose  contribution  to  humanity 
provided  a  fountain  source  for  Ralph 
Wheelwright's  pen. 


As  the  gallant  Edna  roams  the  Lone 
Star  State  and  "rings  every  doorbell  in 
Texas"  we  are  alternately  moved  from 
despair  to  joy,  sharing  her  heartaches, 
cheering  her  triumphs. 

★     ★     ★  ★ 

What  a  fighter  she  is!  The  battle  she 
puts  up  for  the  problem-child  is  as 
heroic  and  thrilling  as  any  battle  in  a 
famed  war  picture. 


But  then,  of  course,  MervynLeRoy  di- 
rected it.  He  brings  to  "Blossoms"  the 
same  ept  understanding  that  marked 
his  "Waterloo  Bridge". 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Here  it  is — the  august  presentation 
of  August.  "Blossoms  In  The  Dust". 
Produced  by  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, 
under  the  guiding  hand  of  Irving  Asher. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Anita  Loos  wrote  the  screen  play.  In- 
deed, the  best  requisites  for  the  good 
scenario  are  that  it  be  fast — and  loos. 

k     ★     ★  ★ 

In  wondrous  Technicolor 
for  added  majesty. 


Advertisement  for  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer  Pictures 


Smart    Screen  Magazine 


Delight  Evans,  Editor 

Elizabeth  Wilson,  Western  Representative 
Bessie  Herman,  Assistant  Editor  Frank  J.  Carroll,  Art  Director 


September,  1941 


Vol.  XLIII,  No.  5 


EVERY  STORY  A  FEATURE 

The  Editor's  Page  Delight  Evans  19 

Hollywood  Whirl  . .   20 

Real  Love  at  Last  for  Dorothy  Lamour  John  Franchey  24 

It's  Model  Year  in  Hollywood! 

As  told  to  Betty  Shannon  Vyvyan  Donner  26 

"Skylark."  Complete  Fictionization  Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  30 

Wedding  Bells  for  Judy!    Ida  Zeitlin  32 

"The  Girls  I  Left  Behind  Me!"  Ralph  Bellamy  S.  R.  Mook  34 

New  Pet  Picture  Contest!  .'   51 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 

The  Truth  about  Gene  Tierney's  Surprise  Marriage ..  Ben  Maddox  54 

Fourth  Winner  of  the  6-Star  Contest  As  selected  by.  .Irene  Dunne  56 


SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

Betty  Grable,  Tyrone  Power,  Jeanette  MacDonald,  Gene  Raymond, 
Carol  Bruce,  Nona  Massey,  Cesar  Romero,  Carole  Landis,  Ann 
Sothern,  Mona  Maris,  The  Most  Beautiful  Still  of  the  Month,  with 
George  Montgomery  and  Lynne  Roberts,  Irene  Dunne,  Bette  Davis 
and  "Tibbie" 


DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot   From   Hollywood.....   6 

Screenland's  Crossword  Puzzle  ....Alma  Talley  8 

Honor    Page   10 

Tagging  the  Talkies     12 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes.  Marjorie  Rambeau  Betty  Boone  14 

Fans'    Forum   16 

For  Campus  and  Career.  Fashions  Courtenay  Marvin  58 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  62 

Yours  for  Loveliness   88 


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Screenland 


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•  This  fictionized  drama  is  inspired  by  the  career  of  a 
living  woman,  Edna  Gladney  of  Texas.  Her  battle  is  as  heroic 
and  thrilling  as  any  battle  in  a  famed  war  picture.  Only 
the  talents  of  glorious  Greer  Garson  and  handsome  Walter 
Pidgeon  could  do  justice  to  this  exciting,  romantic  story. 


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WALTER  PIDGEO 

A  MERVYN  LEROY  PRODUCTION 
PHOTOGRAPHED  IN  TECHNICOLOR 

u:th  FELIX  BRESSART  •  MARSHA  HUNT 
FAY   HOIDEN   .   SAMUEL   S  HINDS 

Screen  Pity  by  Anita  Loos  *  Story  by  Ralph  Wheelwright  •  Directed 
Mcrwn 


SCREENLAND 


HIGHEST  PRAISE  FROM 
ITS  WORLD  PREMIERE  AT 
RADIO  CITY  MUSIC  HALL,  N.  Y. 

"Tender  affecting  story .  .  .  Miss  Garson 
is  a  vision  of  loveliness  . . .  Mr.  Pidgeon 
an  adoring  gallant."  —N.  Y.  Times 

"Splendid  ...  a  beautiful,  utterly  inspir- 
ing photoplay . . .  played  to  perfection  by 
Greer  Garson,  a  ravishing  redhead  in 
Technicolor,  and  a  magnificent  support- 
ing cast."  —  N.  Y.  Herald  Tribune 

"Deeply  moving  . . .  intensely  interesting 
drama  . . .  best  color  film  to  date." 

  —.V.  Y.  Seus 

"Beautifully  told  true  story  .  .  .  honest — 
daringly  so."  —  N.  Y.  Mirror 

"It  must  pull  at  the  heart  of  anyone  .  .  . 
rich  with  comedy."  —.V.  Y.  Sun 

"Ranks  among  the  best  ■ . .  Lovely  Greer 
Garson  gives  one  of  the  finest  perform- 
ances I  have  ever  seen."— N.  Y.  World-Tel. 


AT  THE  MOCAMBO 
three  big  directors  were 
watching  Ann  Rutherford. 
Ann  had  no  idea  she  was 
being  seriously  discussed.  All 
agreed  she  was  one  of  the 
prettiest,  most  talented  young 
actresses  in  the  business.  But 
unless  she  stopped  being  so 
wide-eyed  and  too-too  thrilled 
by  it  all,  she'd  just  end  up 
being  another  sugary  in- 
genue. The  directors  drew 
straws  to  see  which  would 
take  it  upon  himself  to  serve 
as  an  advisor.  In  case  Ann 
develops  into  a  dramatic  star, 
this  is  the  way  it  came  about. 

NOW  that  she  is  a  young  matron, 
Deanna  Durbin  is  seeing  to  it  that  she 
also  looks  like  one.  In  private  life  Mrs. 
Vaughn  Paul  patronizes  a  male  hair- 
dresser. So  now  she  has  him  make  a 
small  knot  of  false  hair,  worn  at  the  back 
of  her  neck.  To  give  her  that  grown  up 
look,  you  know  ! 

NEWEST  film  colony  member  is  young, 
rich  and  handsome  Huntington  Hart- 
ford the  third.  He's  rented  the  Tim  Durant 
house  in  Beverly  Hills.  When  Arline  Judge 
isn't  occupying  his  time,  Letitia  Fairbanks 
is.  Which  is  often.  Watch  this  romantic 
twosome.  If  H.H.  the  third  should  marry 
Letitia  it  certainly  would  be  a  family  af- 
fair. It  would  make  him  first  cousin  to  his 
former  wife,  Mary  Lee,  who  is  now  mar- 
ried to  Douglas  Fairbanks — who  is  Letitia's 
first  cousin  ! 

GINGER  ROGERS  is  now  the  proud 
owner  of  a  farm  in  Oregon.  The 
Rogue  river  runs  right  through  her  prop- 
erty. She  intends  spending  all  her  time 
there  when  she  isn't  needed  in  Hollywood. 
Wearing  grey  from  head  to  toe,  Ginger 
stepped  out  with  Jean  Gabin  for  an  eve- 
ning. Marlene  Dietrich  at  an  adjoining 
table  gave  an  Academy  award  perform- 
ance of  trying  to  be  nonchalant. 


Meet  Jimmy  Lydon, 
folks.  He's  Paramount's 
new  Henry  Aldrich 
hero.  We  know  you're 
going  to  like  him  in 
"Henry  Aldrich  for 
President."  You  won't 
be  able  to  do  otherwise 
when  you  see  his  in- 
fectious grin  and  watch 
his  faculty  for  getting 
into  trouble.  Jimmy  with 
Mary  Anderson,  above, 
his  cinema  sweetie.  June 
Preisser,  that  petite 
dancing  vamp,  tries  to 
lure  Jimmy,  center,  but 
Martha  O'Driscoll  and 
Mary  have  other  ideas. 
Hep-cats  three  —  June, 
Jimmy,    Mary,  bottom. 


IT   WAS   midnight   in  Hollywood.  1 

I  phone  next  to  Bette  Davis'  bed  star 
ringing  like  mad.  Startled  out  of  deep  slu 
ber,  Bette  answered  it.  "Is  it  true  t| 
your  husband  checked  out  and  is  now  livi 
at  the  Beverly  Wilshire  Hotel?"  It  waf 
reporter's  voice,  calling  from  a  downtc 
newspaper.  "Just  a  minute,"  answer 
Bette.  "I'll  tap  him  on  the  shoulder  a 
ask  him."  Then  she  went  back  to  sk 
again. 

HETTY  GRABLE  and  George  Raft  rea 
D  "give"  when  they  get  out  on  the  fk 
at  Ciro's.  In  fact,  when  they  start  danci: 
the  other  stars  rush  back  to  their  tables 
sit  and  watch.  In  movie  society  the  Ra 
Grable  rhythm  is  quite  okay.  In  any 
those  popular  dance  emporiums,  the; 
probably  be  asked  to  break  it  up.  Or  51 
blocking  traffic. 

/^ENE  TIERNEY'S  first  public  appe. 

ance  (after  marriage)  was  at  Cin 
She  wore  a  huge  picture  hat,  top  hes 
with  ostrich  plumes.  It  was  a  little  startli 
definitely  a  handicap  on  the  crowded  dai 
floor.  The  "Little  Cassini"  continues  to 
amazing.  At  a  Hollywood  party  recem 
she  brought  along  the  script  from  her  n. 
picture.  While  everyone  else  was  whoop 
it  up,  Gene  acted  out  her  new  role  by 
edge  of  the  swimming  pool. 

DICHARD  CARLSON  believes  in  cc 
l\  brating.  It  was  their  second  wedding  i 
niversary.  The  Carlsons  couldn't  step 
because  Mrs.  C.  was  expecting  her  b; 
momentarily.  Dick  ordered  an  extra-spe( 
dinner.  He  put  on  white  tie,  top  hat 
tails.  They  spent  a  wonderful  evening  pi; 
ing  gin  rummy. 

MARGARET  LINDSAY  is  caus 
"heart  trouble"  again.  This  time 
Charles  Wendling,  brother  of  Claud< 
Colbert.  In  the  meantime,  Maggie's  ex-1 
friend  is  forgetting  her  very  nicely,  th; 
you.  He's  Bill  Lundigan.  His  new  inter 
is  Marguerite  Chapman,  lovely  ex-mc 
now  in  films.  Wendling,  by  the  way. 
Bill's  agent.  It  could  only  happen  in  Hoi 
wood. 


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LOVE  PRIZE  OF  THE 

Men  fight  for  her  heart . . .  kill  for  her 
kisses!  Romance  that  sends  your  heart 
racing  .  .  .  excitement  that  thrills  you 
to  the  marrow  ...  in  the  screen  treat 
_       that  brings  together  again 
C\  the  stars  of  "Hurricane". . .  the 
Jove  team  you  never  forgot! 


ASK  YOUR  THEATRE  MANAGER  WHEN  THIS  BIG  PARAMOUNT  HIT  IS  COMING 


SCREENLAND 


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SCREENLAND  S 

Crossword  Puzzle 

By  Alma  Talley 


ACROSS 

1.  Co-star,   "One  Night  in  Lis- 
bon" 

5.  His  new  one  is  "Caught  in  the 
Draft" 

8.  Co-star,  "My  Little  Chickadee" 

12.  To  slip 

13.  To  make  a  mistake 

14.  Different 

16.  A  cereal 

17.  The  most  famous  male  dancing 
star 

20.  Before 

21.  She's  featured  in  "Knockout" 

23.  Afternoon  beverage 

24.  Lawsuit 

25.  Compass  point  (abbrev.) 

26.  To  merge 

28.  Oliver  Hardy's  teammate 

30.  Pointless 

31.  Drunken  frolic 

32.  Co-star,  "Million  Dollar 
Baby" 

34.  To  cut  teeth 

36.  Co-star,  "Skylark" 

39.  That  is  (business,  abbrev.) 

40.  Printers'  measure 

42.  Sailor 

43.  "-  -  Ends  Our  Night" 

45.  Note  of  the  scale 

46.  A  flap 

48.  Co-star,  "Affectionately  Yours" 
51.  Compact,  agreement 
53.  Moving  about 
55.  Office  for  the  ninth  hour  (Cath- 
olic) 

57.  Co-star,   "Devil   Dogs  of  the 
Air" 

59-  One  who  gives  a  sidewise 

glance 
60.  Note  of  the  scale 

62.  Money  owed 

63.  Tibetan  gazelle 
65.  Frightens 

67.  Greek  letter 


68.  She  married  director  Anatol 
Litvak 

70.  What  gasoline  is  made  from 

71.  Fine  lines  (anatomy) 

73.  Assistance 

74.  Egg-shaped 

76.  Dines 

77.  Meadow 

78.  Title 


DOWN 
Bright  light 

Co-star,  "Blood  and  Sand' 
Man's  nickname 
She  grew  up  in  "Nice  Girl?' 


3. 
4. 

5.  Wager 

6.  To  make  a  speech 

7.  Kind  of  cheese 

8.  Grief 

9.  And,  in  French 

10.  "Escape"  was  the  last  film 
she  starred  in 

11.  Concise 

12.  WeeDS 

15.  Section  of  film 

18.  George  Sanders'  role  in 
many  films 

19.  He's  featured  in 
"Affectionately  Yours" 

22.  Co-star,  "Penny  Sere- 
nade" 

24.  Signal  for  actor's  speech 

to  begin 
27.  To  sway,  totter 

29.  God  of  war 

30.  "That  Night  -  -  Rio" 

31.  Muscular,  virile 

32.  Ignited 

33.  Biblical  yes 
35.  You  use  this  to  hear 

with 

37.  Kind  of  light  used  on 
movie  sets 

38.  Though 
41.  A  small  particle 


47.  Co-star,  "The  Lady 
Eve" 

49.  Added  theater  attraction  (oftet 
with  B  film > 

50.  He's   featured  in  "Sleepers 
West" 

52.  Since 

54.  To  be  seated 

56.  He  often  co-starred  with  Jean 
ette  MacDonald 

57.  Short  poems 

58.  Her  new  one  is  "The  Bride 
Came  C.O.D ." 

59.  Mussolini  in  "The  Great  Die 
tator" 

60.  To  strike 

61.  Island 
64.  A  gem 
66.  To  wander 

68.  Owns 

69.  Co-star,  "Out  of  the  Fog" 
72.  That  thing 
75.  Southern  state  (abbrev.) 

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to  honor  a  true, 
real-life  patriot 


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Gary  Cooper, 
who  gives  an 
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Every  American  must 
see  "Sergeant  York" 
for  its  challenging 
call  to  patriotism,  its 
homespun  sincerity, 
its  salty  humor,  its 
unfailing  human  in- 
terest. For  once,  a 
motion  picture  can 
instruct  and  inspire 
—  and  stil!  be  a 
great  show.  "Ser- 
geant York"  is  the 
most  thrilling  enter- 
tainment to  be  found 
on  any  screen  today. 


Superb  acting  dis- 
tinguishes "Sergeant 
York,"  with  Gary 
Cooper  rising  to  real 
heights  under  How- 
ard Hawks'  dynamic 
direction  in  the  star- 
ring role  of  Alvin 
York,  Tennessee 
farmer  who  went  to 
war  despite  consci- 
entious objections. 
Walter  Brennan, 
Margaret  Wycherly 
and  Joan  Leslie  are 
fine  in   his  support. 


IN  A  ROMANTIC  COMEDY  THAT  COULDN'T  BE 
MORE  MODERN  IF  IT  WERE  MADE  NEXT  YEAR! 


wi»h  1H  Nil  LE 

CHARLES  WIN NINGER*  REGINALD  GARDINER*  GILBERT  ROLAND 
KATHERINE  LESLIE  •  HUGH  O'CONNELL 

Produced  and  Directed  by 

LEWIS  MILESTONE 

A  United  Producers  Production  •  WILLIAM  HAWKS,  Executive  Producer 

Screen  Play  by  John  Van  Druten  and  Arnold  Belgard 


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RADIO 

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a, 


SPOTLIGHTING 

a 

BIG  PICTURE 


SOMETIMES  a  truly  unusual  motion 
PICTURE  reaches  the  screen  .  .  . 
A  picture  so  unique  in  its  story  . . . 
SO  outstanding  in  its  development 
AND  treatment.. .so  far  above  the 
AVERAGE  in  the  portrayals 
OF  its  players 
THAT  it  defies 
ORDINARY 
STANDARDS 
OF  comparison. 
SUCH  a  picture 
IS  "POISON 
PEN"... The 
STORY  of 
"POISON  PEN"  delves  deep  into 
HUMAN  emotions  and  desires— 
DARES  to  lay  bare  the  innermost 
MOTIVES  that  guide  the  actions 
OF  its  fascinating  characters... 
CHARACTERS  who  are  brought 
TO  life  for  you  by  such  artists  as 
FLORA  ROBSON, 
KNOWN  to  audiences 
THE  world  over  for 
HER  magnificent 
PERFORMANCES 
ON  stage  and 
SCREEN  .  .  . 
ROBERT 

NEWTON,  whose 
ROLE  in"MAJOR 
BARBARA"made 
HIM  the  talk  of 
THE  entire  country 
. . .  AND  a  host  of 
OTHERS  equally 
DISTINGUISHED... 
RICHARD  Llewellyn, 
AUTHOR  of  "How 
GREEN  Was  My 
VALLEY,"  wrote  this 
STARTLING  tale- 
AND  all  of  the  drama,  all  of  the 
SUSPENSE,  all  of  the  novelty,  which 
■  HE  imagined  has  been  fittingly 


TRANSFERRED 

'  TO  the  screen.  Be 

SURE  to  see"POISON  PEN!" 
►  IT'S  one  of  those  pictures  you'll  talk 

OF  for  a  long  time  to  come  .  . .  It's 


A  REPUBLIC  RELEASE 


Delight  Evans'  Reviews  on  Pages  52-53 


Out  of  the  Fog— Warner 

Despite  the  feelings  of  revulsion  John 
Garfield  inspires  as  the  cruel  racketeer, 
one  thing  is  certain:  you'll  doff  your 
hat  to  his  superb  make-believe.  Restless 
Ida  Lupino,  gentle  Thomas  Mitchell, 
timid  John  Qualen  and  sincere  Eddie 
Albert  contribute  singularly  fine  por- 
trayals to  this  dramatic  story.  Mitchell 
and  Qualen  find  serenity  on  their  fishing 
boat  until  Garfield  starts  his  relentless 
shake-down.  Ida  Lupino  falls  for-  him. 


Tight  Shoes — Universal 

As  a  humorist,  Damon  Runyon  is  tops 
in  the  field.  As  a  thinker-upper  of 
"characters,"  he  is  matchless.  Which 
means,  without  further  ado,  "Tight 
Shoes"  is  typically  Runyonesque  and, 
therefore,  your  assurance  for  a  goodly 
share  of  hearty  laughs.  The  trouble  starts 
—Szvifty  Miller's  (Broderick  Crawford) 
trouble — when  John  Howard  sells  him  a 
pair  of  tight  shoes.  Binnie  Barnes,  Anne 
Gwynne,  Brod  and  John  play  with  zest. 


The  Big  Store—  M-G-M 

Not  overburdened  with  giggles,  "The 
Big  Store"  is,  despite  the  presence  of  the 
Marx  Brothers,  overburdened  with  ennui. 
Not  that  these  goofy  fun  specialists  don't 
try  hard  to  tickle  your  funny  bone ;  they 
do.  But  the  situations  for  arousing  same 
are  few  and  far  between.  Groucho,  Chico 
and  Harpo  bodyguard  Tony  Martin,  de- 
partment store  owner.  Tony,  of  course, 
sings ;  Harpo  and  Chico  play  and  Groucho 
clowns.  Virginia  Grey  is  the  love-interest. 


Underground — Warner 

Never  before  has  man's  brutality  against 
man  been  so  vividly  demonstrated  as  in 
this  spine-chilling  expose.  "Underground" 
is  a  nightmare  of  truth — sickeningly  crim- 
son truth.  Yet  with  all  the  horror,  with  all 
the  ungodlike  injustices,  "Underground" 
will  awe  you,  horrify  you,  fascinate  you 
with  its  strength.  You  will  applaud_  Philip 
Dorn,  Jeffrey  Lynn,  Mona  Maris  and 
Kaaren  Verne,  who  brave  death  to  en- 
lighten an  enslaved  nation. 


Poison  Pen — A  Republic  Release 

Filmed  in  England,  "Poison  Pen"  offers 
American  audiences  something  new  in 
the  way  of  a  psychological  mystery 
drama.  The  village  of  Hilldale  is  thrown 
into  an  uproar  when  ugly,  anonymous 
letters  are  sent  to  decent  citizens.  The 
first  to  receive  one  is  Ann  Todd,  the 
Vicar's  (Reginald  Tate)  attractive  daugh- 
ter. Gossips  accuse  an  innocent  girl  and 
drive  her  to  suicide.  Flora  Robson  handles 
her  role  with  finesse  and  restraint. 


12 


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Blondie  in  Society — Columbia 
They're  here  again,  those  delight- 
fully zany,  happily  normal  neigh- 
bors, the  Dcigzvood  Bitnistcads. 
Don't  let  the  "Society"  in  the  title 
fool  you.  Blondie  (Penny  Single- 
ton) has  gone  "doggie,"  yes,  but 
not  high-hat.  Penny,  who  looks  as 
cute  as  all  get-out  in  her  dainty 
house  frocks,  has  kinipshins  when 
Dagzcood  (Arthur  Lake)  trots 
home  a  dog  as  big  as  a  horse.  Upon 
learning  it's  a  show  dog  she  feels 
more  kindly  disposed  toward  it. 


Nevada  City — Republic 

This  would  be  just  another  wild 
westerner  without  the  presence  of 
Roy  Rogers.  The  transportation 
business,  in  the  1860's  was  pre- 
carious even  for  the  bravest.  Ban- 
dits wrecked  tracks,  plundered. 
Pierre  Watkins  and  Fred  Kohler, 
Jr.,  are  the  two  baddies  in  this 
fighting  film.  Cute  Sally  Payne  is 
enamoured  of  Roy,  but  her  love- 
lorn importunities  are  to  no  avail 
until  hero  Rogers  "dusts  off"  the 
lawless.  Roy,  as  ever,  is  pleasing. 


Saddlemates — Republic 

The  three  mesquiteers,  Robert 
Livingston,  Bob  Steele,  and  Rufe 
Davis,  ride  again.  This  time,  we 
can  report,  their  riding  is  worth 
their  time — and  yours.  The  script- 
ers  have  pulled  an  old-reliable  out 
of  the  story  bag  and  emerged  with 
a  war-whooping  Indian  situation. 
The  background  music — which  is 
always  good — is  calculated  to  lend 
excitement  as  the  redskins  do  their 
silent  skulking.  Peter  George  Lynn 
is  a  stand-out  in  his  dual  bad  role. 


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HO  CHAFING  WHWEVEH 


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"It's  better  to  mc 
a  man  happy  th 
make  him  over,"  sc 
Marjorie  Rambe 

M  rs.  Fra  ncis 
Gudger),  she 
here   in   the  hap 
role  of  housewife 
her  California  hor 


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fOOD  served  at  Rancho  Mansan- 
I  it  a.  California  home  of  the  Francis 
T"~A.  Gudgers,  is  in  the  best  South- 
ern tradition.  The  rambling  fifteen- 
room  house,  with  its  garages,  servants' 
quarters,  carpenter  shop,  swimming 
pool  and  playhouse,  was  designed 
with  a  special  eye  to  the  comfort  of 
its  master,  and  the  house  is  run  on 
the  same  plan. 

"It's  better  to  make  a  man  happy 
than  to  make  him  over,1'  smiled  Mar- 
jorie Rambeau  (Mrs.  Gudger).  "So 
be  wise  and  marry  a  man  whose  ideas 


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of  life  coincide  with  }rour  own.  Then  cater 
to  his  tastes  and  his  hobbies  and  run  your 
house  as  his  home.  Mr.  Gudger  is  a  South- 
erner, so  I  have  a  cook  who  is  famous  for 
her  Southern  dishes.  We  send  to  his  former 
home  for  yams  and  cornmeal  and  particular 
kinds  of  ham  and  sausage  and  buckwheat. 
He  is  like  most  men  in  that  he  hates  to 
have  his  desk  disturbed,  likes  to  work  in 
the  middle  of  a  frightful  mess,  and  hates 


to  pick  up  after  himself!  I  don't  mind." 

Mr.  Gudger  has  a  den  where  his  desk  is 
never  touched  except  by  a  duly  impressed 
maid  who  merely  dusts  and  replaces  every 
item  exactly  as  she  found  it.  He  has  his 
own  carpenter  shop  which  is  cleaned  only 
under  his  supervision.  He  has  his  own  unit 
off  the  master  bedroom,  consisting  of  huge 
dressing  room,  shower  and  bath,  and  a 
closet  in  which  half  a  dozen  men  could  ac- 


c  >mmodate  their  wardrobes.  He  likes  space. 

"He  can  find  anything  at  a  glance,"  Miss 
Rambeau  pointed  out,  "and  he  can  drop  wet 
towels,  soiled  clothes,  shaving  cream,  tooth- 
paste caps  and  what-not  just  as  he  pleases. 
When  he's  finished,  someone  restores  order." 
Miss  Rambeau  thinks  a  good  deal  of 
marital  unpleasantness  is  the  result  of  argu- 
ments about  who  left  what  around  the  bath- 
room. The  separate  units — she  has  her  own, 
{Please  turn  to  page  88) 

A  distinguished  actress  at  home:  Marjorie 
Rambeau  relaxes  between  movies,  left,  in  her 
living  room;  and,  below,  in  the  playhouse  wirh 
collection    of    treasured    personal  portraits. 


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FUN  IN  THE  FORUM 

As  we  all  know,  it's  the  little  things 
that  count ;  things  like  '  writing  to 
Fans"  Forum  and  enjoying  the  privi- 
lege of  speaking  freely  on  one  of  the 
most  controversial  subjects  in  the 
world,  albeit,  one  of  the  pleasantest — 
the  movies.  Also,  there's  the  fun  of 
seeing  one's  efforts  appreciated  and 
recorded  for — ahem — posterity.  Still 
greater  is  the  fun  in  being  eligible 
for  Screenland's  prize  awards  each 
month:  specifically,  $10.00,  $5.00  and 
five  of  $1.00  each.  Closing  date  is  the 
25th  of  the  month. 

Please  address  your  letters  to 
Screenland's  Fans'  Forum,  45  West 
45th  Street,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


FIRST  PRIZE  LETTER 
$10.00 

Having  lived  two  decades  out  here  in 
the  ranching  country,  it  still  amazes  me 
how  the  synthetic  westerns  go  on  and 
on.  I  saw  my  first  western  twenty-five 
years  ago,  and  my  heart  jumped  with  joy 
when  the  sombreroed  hero  stopped  the  run- 
away stage  and  clasped  the  purty  blonde  to 
his  plaided  shirt  front.  Then,  incidentally, 
when  the  villain  objected,  the  cowboy  shot 
him  quite  dead. 

That  was  a  killer-diller  of  a  show  to 
a  young  squirt,  and  I  anticipated  the  fun 
I'd  have  shooting  rustlers  and  rescuing 
blondes  when  we  moved  to  the  untamed 
Southwest.  Now,  after  twenty  years  in 
this  great  cattle  region,  I've  seen  prac- 
tically no  gun  fights  and  not  one  damsel 
who  needed  rescuing. 

Yet,  the  same  western  I  saw  so  long 
ago  is  still  being,  shown  over  and  over  with 
slight  variations.  From  Bill  Hart's  heyday 
down  to  Bill  Elliot's,  there's  been  enough 
powder  burnt  in  western  pictures  to  win 
a  world  war.  But  despite  the  hackneyed 
plot,  their  success  and  longevity  should 
prove  to  other  producers  some  of  the  things 
movie  audiences  like — action,  danger,  sus- 
pense, and  most  vital  of  all,  that  final  bear- 
like clinch  and  happy  ending. 

JESS  F.  BLAIR,  Loop,  Texas 

SECOND  PRIZE  LETTER 
$5.00 

Speaking  of  "peeves,"  I  really  have  a 
pet  one.  I  have  seen  lots  and  lots  of  pic- 
tures about  the  movie  stars,  producers, 
directors,  etc.,  but  never  has  Hollywood 
given  the  slightest'  consideration  to  the 
exhibitors  of  this  business.  We  work  and 
scheme  just  as  hard  to  put  the  finished 
product  over  to  the  public  as  the  stars, 
producers,  and  all  the  other  Hollywood 
bigshots  do  in  making  the  picture,  and 
yet,  not  one.  peep  of  gratitude  from  them. 
If  any  of  those  important  people  out  there 
think  that  they  work  any  harder  in  behalf 
of  the  Motion  Picture  Industry  than  we, 
just  tell  them  to  drop  down  to  the  Alamo 
Theater  in  Newman,  Georgia,  and  follow 
me  around  for  just  one  week.  After  that, 
I'll  wager  that  Cinemaland  will  have  just 
a  little  more  respect  for  the  boys  who 
make  it  possible  for  the  public  to  view 
their  little  offerings. 

GENE  CAVENDER,  Newman,  Ga. 

FIVE  PRIZE  LETTERS 
$1.00  EACH 

For  years,  despite  its  annual  crop  of 
glamor  girls,  "beautiful  hunks  of  men," 
"million-dollar  epics"  and  other  species  of 


subtle  publicity  to  induce  the  clink  of  coins 
into  the  box-office  windows,  the  motion 
picture  had  not  really  come  into  its  own, 
so  to  speak.  But  now,  with  the  acquisition 
of  Orson  Welles,  Hollywood  has  realized 
its  long  dormant  ambition. 

Orson  Welles!  There  are  no  adjectives 
or  descriptive  phrases  to  realistically  pic- 
ture him,  except,  perhaps,  to  compare  his 
crafty  showmanship  to  that  of  the  late 
Florenz  Ziegfeld  or,  going  even  further 
back,  P.  T.  Barnum.  Welles  knows  human 
beings  and  the  idiosyncrasies  of  the  human 
mind  ;  and  he  uses  this  knowledge  to  great 
advantage,  as  his  sensational  radio  broad- 
cast of  a  few  years  back  proved  so  un- 
deniably. 

By  all  degrees  of  Hollywood  comparison 
— and  facial  ornamentation — he  apparently 
does  not  possess  "what  it  takes"  for  screen 
popularity.  He  is  big  and  bulky,  with  a 
face  like  a  disappointed  cherub.  He  does 
not  have  that  romanticism  which  is  so 
necessary  to  a  movie  hero.  He  is  considered 
to  be  slightly  on  the  "screwy  side."  But — I 
venture  to  predict  that  with  the  general 
release  of  "Citizen  Kane"  throughout  the 
country,  the  dynamic  personality  of  Orson 
Welles  will  be  remembered  long  after  the 
shape  of  some  "pretty  boy's"  nose  has  been 
forgotten ! 

MAURICE  JACOBS,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 


I  have  often  wondered  why  the  managers 
of  theaters  don't  install  straps  on  the  seats 
in  their  movie  houses  when  they  are  show- 
ing a  Bob  Hope  picture.  They  would  keep 
me  from  rolling  out  of  my  seat  into  the 
aisle,  and  assure  my  neighbor  that  he 
wouldn't  have  to  fear  getting  an  elbow 
in  his  rib  or  a  foot  in  his  shins. 

But  if  I  don't  get  my  wish  I  won't  care 
as  long  as  I  can  enjoy  the  comedy  of  Bob 
in  as  many  pictures  as  his  studio  turns  out. 
Here's  to  Hope  for  giving  us  all  the  laughs 
we  need  right  about  now. 

MARJORIE  WENDL,  Milwaukee,  Wise. 


"In  the  Navy"  shows  that  the  movies 
have  found  a  way,  at  last,  to  present  the 
war  in  a  palatable  way,  rather  than  the 
grim,  serious  manner  of  previous  films.  We 
get  enough  of  that  in  the  newsreels  and 
headlines. 

Let  the  glamor  boys  stay  awake  nights ! 
That  short,  fat  guy  with  the  baby-face  (is 
he  Costello?)  is  the  new  screen  idol  of 
both  males  and  females.  The  simple,  funda- 
mental humor  of  this  lovable  blunderhead, 
always  in  trouble,  gets  a  sympathetic  re- 
sponse. We  laugh  with  him,  as  well  as  at 
him. 

The  only  superfluous  Hallowe'en  note 
of  "In  the  Navy,"  are  the  Andrew  Sisters, 


whom  the  Harvard  boys  selected  as  "the 
most  frightening" — they  frighten  me  too. 

Otherwise,  the  picture  is  the  best  propa- 
ganda for  recruiting  imaginable.  It  is 
worth  two  "I  Wanted  Wings."  Seeing  it, 
a  fellow  is  apt  to  think  "Gee,  do  they  have 
so  much  fun  in  the  Navy  ?  I  better  sign 
up." 

EMILY  LEE  DOVE,  Washington,  D.  C. 


Hooray  and  three  cheers,  Christopher 
Bowen.  for  your  letter  published  in  June 
Screenland.  You  took  the  words  right  out 
of  my  mouth.  I.  too,  am  fed  up  with  the 
skinniness  of  movie  stars.  Why  don't  they 
wake  up  and  see  themselves  as  others  see 
them,  or  is  it  the  photographers  out  there 
who  are  so  blind? 

That  old  bunk  about  a  star  appearing 
ten  pounds  heavier  on  the  screen  is  poppy- 
cock. If  so,  why  do  they  still  look  so  skinny 
to  the  audience? 

I  have  seen  a  number  of  stars  in  person, 
and  honestly,  they  are  the  most  unattrac- 
tive, anemic,  stork-legged  looking  bunch 
I've  ever  seen. 

The  trouble  with  Hollywood  is  that 
every  one  out  there  is  out  of  step  and  out 
of  date.  They  can't  see  the  forest  for  the 
trees.  Get  wise,  you  Hollywood  stars ;  put 
on  more  weight !  Don't  let  make-up  artists 
ruin  your  looks ;  keep  your  individuality 
by  refusing  to  have  your  eyebrows,  lips  and 
hair  molded  by  someone  else.  Be  more 
sincere.  Don't  try  to  feed  us  so  much  bunk! 
Take  off  those  masks — we  know  vou. 

KENOVA  S.  BEIDLER,  Chicago,  111. 


What's  all  this  about  Ida  Lupino  replac- 
ing Bette  Davis?  Who's  crazy  now?  What 
kind  of  a  movie  fan  could  ever  forget  such 
great  Davis  pictures  as  "Dark  Victory," 
"The  Letter,"  and  "The  Old  Maid,"  only 
to  mention  a  few? 

I'll  admit  Lupino  has  simply  gobs  of 
talent — in  fact,  I'm  a  fan  of  hers.  But 
Lupino  can  never  take  Bette's  place !  For 
that  matter — who.  could?  Any  two  gals 
that  can  keep  me  spell-bound  in  such  pic- 
tures as  '  High  Sierra,"  and  "They  Drive 
by  Night"  or,  "The  Great  Lie,"  can  keep 
me  in  after  work  any  night.  And  boy,  I 
should  know  a  good  show  when  I  see  one 
— I'm  an  usherette !  It's  kids  like  Davis 
and  Lupino  that  keep  usherettes  overtime. 
So  three  cheers  for  those  two  Box-Office 
Biggies! 

KAE  McCULLOCH,  Seattle,  Wash. 


HONORABLE  MENTION 

May  I  pay  tribute  to  one  of  Hollywood's 
finest  actresses  and  loveliest  ladies  ?  Thank 
you. 

She  has  been  my  favorite  actress  for 
several  years  and  I  have  followed  her 
career  with  great  interest.  She  has  had  her 
ups  and  downs,  but,  like  the  champion  she 
is,  has  always  managed  to  come  out  on 


I 

j  top.  Step  up,  Joan  Crawford,  and  take  a 
bow! 

I  have  just  seen  "A  Woman's  Face"  and 
was  delighted  with  Joan's  performance. 
Not  even  Bette  Davis  could  have  given  a 
finer,  more  interesting  characterization. 
Now  that  she  has  come  through  with  a 
real  hit  (4  stars  to  be  exact)  I  sincerely 
hope  that  M-G-M  will  not  waste  her  abil- 
ity on  trite  material.  Joan  was  fortunate 
enough  to  have  a  good  story,  excellent 
direction  and  fine  supporting  players.  She 
has  often  had  good  support,  sometimes 
clever  direction,  but  never  a  combination 
of  these  three  important  factors.  Producers 
would  save  themselves  a  lot  of  grief  if  they 
would  spend  more  time  securing  good  story 
matter  instead  of  depending  on  glamorous 
clothes  and  stupid  publicity  to  put  a  pic- 
ture across. 

MURIEL  MARKS,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

As  a  long-time  admirer  of  Joan  Craw- 
ford, I  must  protest  against  such  vehicles 
for  her  as  "A  Woman's  Face,"  her  latest 
film.  In  the  first  place,  no  plot  can  justify, 
for  me,  the  disfiguring  of  Joan  Crawford's 
face,  easily  one  of  the  most  beautiful  on 
the  screen.  It  was,  after  all,  Joan's  physical 
perfection,  primarily,  which  helped  her  win 
the  place  she  holds  in  the  movies. 

Moreover,  pictures  which  are  based  on 
physical  deformities,  in  general,  do  not  ap- 
peal to  me.  There  are  too  many  such  pitiful 
sights  in  real  life.  Surely,  there  is  still 
enough  good  dramatic  material  available 
so  that  we  need  not  be  "entertained"  by 
looking  at  handicaps  of  this  sort.  Certainly 
the  so-called  normal  person  is  enough  of 
a  mystery  and  a  problem,  and  offers 
enough  "story." 

In  short,  I  like  my  drama  in  almost  any 
form,  heavy,  sophisticated,  spicy — yes,  and 
I'll  take  an  occasional  dose  of  slapstick, 
but  give  me  the  actors  and  actresses  "as 
is,"  please. 

EDITH  ZITTLER,  Chicago,  111. 

How  about  a  twenty-one  gun  salute  to 
Rosalind  Russell  for  her  fine  screen  per- 
formances. After  seeing  her  in  several 
pictures,  I'm  thoroughly  convinced  that 
she  is  one  of  the  most  accomplished  ac- 
tresses in  the  movies.  Her  apparent  "at 
ease"  attitude  on  the  screen  makes  her 
seem  more  natural  and  realistic.  Her  strik- 
ing beauty,  charm  and  graciousness  are 
indeed  worthy  assets  to  herself  and  her  fine 
acting. 

GENE  WIRTH,  JR.,  Kaufman,  Texas 


Am  I  burned  up!  Just  came  from  seeing 
Judy  Canova  in  "Sis  Hopkins."  I  was 
looking  forward  to  an  evening  of  laughs, 
and  what  do  I  see  but  just  another  glamor 
gal !  They  spoiled  Martha  Rave  for  me 
by  making  a  glamor  girl  out  of  her,  and 
now  they  are  doing  the  same  with  Judy. 
It's  true,  Judy  sings  beautifully  but  we 
already  have  plenty  of  good  singing  stars. 
There  are  so  few  with  Judy's  real  hill-billy 
talent  that  she  is  making  a  big  mistake  in 
dropping  it  for  the  glamor  field  which  is 
already  overcrowded. 

Another  thing,  producers  are  becoming 
worried  over  the  reduction  in  attendance 
at  the  theaters  this  spring  and  early  sum- 
mer, and  I  think  I  can  tell  them  one  rea- 
son why :  it  is  because  of  the  big  crop  of 
mediocre  pictures  they  are  putting  out.  I 
attend  the  movies  twice  a  week,  but  only 
about  once  in  six  weeks  do  I  see  a  real 
good  program. 

V\  hile  I  am  throwing  bric-bracs,  I  also 
wish  to  throw  a  bouquet  to  that  charming 
British  actor,  Rex  Harrison.  I  wish  we 
could  see  more  of  him.  I  wonder  why  he 
hasn't  been  brought  to  this  country  to 
make  pictures. 

DORIS  HARRISON,  Omaha,  Nebr. 


There  is  much  ado  just  now  about  Jean 
Gabin,  the  "French  Si>encer  Tracy,"  but 
nary  a  word  about  his  equally  famous  com- 
patriot, Michele  Morgan,  who  is  also  in 
Hollywood. 

Those  who  have  seen  Miss  Morgan  on 
the  screen  in  any  of  her  French  films  know 
that  she  really  has  talent  and  natural 
beauty,  as  well  as  the  true  Gallic  vivacity 
and  charm,  and  it  is  to  be  hoped  that  she 
will  not  be  completely  ignored  while  Mr. 
Gabin  gets  all  the  "breaks." 

It  might  be,  though,  that  Hollywood 
producers  are  so  busy  building  up  and 
publicizing  brunette  Linda  Darnell  and 
blonde  Betty  Grable,  and  all  their  carbon 
copies,  to  foist  on  the  movie-going  public, 
that  they  haven't  time  to  bother  with  a 
real  artist! 

I'm  sure  if  Miss  Morgan  were  to  appear 
in  the  English  version  of  her  last  French 
film,  "Quai  des  Brumes,"  she  would  be 
an  overnight  sensation.  How  about  giving 
her  this  opportunity.  She  deserves  it  and 
she'll  quickly  develop  a  fan  following. 

MARGARET  BELL,  Hamilton,  Ontario, 

Canada 


Last  night  I  saw  the  latest  picture  in 
the  Dr.  Kildare  series.  "People  vs.  Dr. 
Kildare."  How  long  is  this  series  going  to 
continue?  We  didn't  ask  for  a  steady  diet 
of  it.  When  you've  seen  one  you've  seen 
them  all.  And  for  goodness  sake,  they're 
ruining  Lew  Ayres !  What  are  the  pro- 
ducers thinking  of  to  cast  an  actor  like 
Lew  Ayres  in  the  same  role  each  time?  He 
has  talent,  so  why  not  give  him  a  chance 
to  prove  it,  and  get  him  away  from  white 
uniforms  and  operating  rooms.  Wouldn't 
he  be  just  as  good  in  a  tuxedo  on  a  dance 
floor? 

I  think  Lew  Ayres  is  a  fine  actor,  and 
I'm  not  alone  in  this  opinion.  So  give  him 
some  leading  roles  in  good  films  and  get 
away  from  this  Kildare  stuff.  Too  much  of 
one  thing  will  eventually  pall. 

MARY  MARGARET  THOMAS,  Jefferson 

City,  Mo. 

Stop  me  if  I'm  wrong — but  I  think  it's 
high  time  to  quit  showing  airplane  pictures 
which  have  the  inevitable  crack-up.  Nowr, 
I  like  airplane  movies,  but  I  dislike  very 
much  to  sit  enveloped  in  a  sort  of  gloom, 
as  it  were — for  I  just  know  one  of  those 
planes  will  eventually  crack  up  and  some- 
one will  be  killed. 

Besides,  I  think  this  sort  of  thing  might 
have  a  discouraging  effect  on  prospective 
fliers.  So,  why  not  reverse  the  plot  and 
show  the  ease  with  wdiich  remarkable  feats 
are  accomplished,  playing  up  the  hero- 
pilot  stuff?  A  few  pictures  along  those 
lines  might  help  to  make  flying  a  little 
more  attractive  to  prospective  pilots — a 
fact  which.  I  think,  might  be  very  apropos. 
Mothers  the  country  over  will  feel  better 
too. 

MRS.  CELIA  SCHOOLEY,  Wichita,  Kans. 

I  went  to  the  movies  that  afternoon,  not 
for  the  purpose  of  enjoying  myself,  but 
simply  because  a  boring  movie  could  not 
be  as  horrible  as  a  boring  economics  class. 
Stumbling  down  the  dark  aisle,  I  sank  into 
a  comfortable  seat  and  prepared  myself  for 
a  long  snooze.  But  I  didn't  snooze.  Four 
characters  yanked  me  from  the  soft,  up- 
holstered cushions  and  dragged  me  through 
the  rain  and  mud  and  fear  and  tears  of 
today's  Europe.  Four  stories  of  tragic, 
upside-down  lives  knocked  some  thankful- 
ness into  my  heart  that  I  am  an  American, 
and  free. 

Frederic  March,  Margaret  Sullavan, 
Frances  Dee,  and  Glenn  Ford  can  rightly 
be  proud  of  the  sincerity,  the  "punch,"  the 
message  they  put  into  "So  Ends  Our 
Night." 

ANN  GILL,  Ypsilanti,  Mich. 


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Her  greatest  happiness,  her  physical  and 
mental  well-being  may  be  at  stake.  She  can- 
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Today  thousands  of  informed  women  have 
turned  to  Zonitors — the  safe,  new  way  in 
feminine  hygiene.  These  dainty,  snow-white 
suppositories  kill  germs  instantly  at  contact. 
Deodorize — not  by  temporarily  masking — 
but  by  destroying  odors.  Spread  greaseless, 
protective  coating  to  cleanse  antiseptically 
and  give  continuous  medication  for  hours. 

Yet !  Zonitors  are  safe  for  delicate  tissues. 
Powerful — yet  non- poisonous,  non-caustic. 
Even  help  promote  gentle  healing.  No  appa- 
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The  anatomical  juxtaposition  of  two  orbicu- 
laris oris  muscles  in  a  state  of  contraction. 

DR.  HENRY  GIBBONS 

What  is  a  kiss?  Why  this,  as  some  approve: 
The  sure  sweet  cement,  glue,  and  lime  of  love, 
ROBERT  HERRICK 
A  kiss,  when  all  is  said,  what  is  it? 
.  .  .  a  rosy  dot 

Placed  on  the  "i"  in  loving:  'tis  a  secret 
Told  to  the  mouth  instead  of  to  the  ear. 

EDMOND  ROSTAND 
The  sound  of  a  kiss  is  not  so  loud  as  that  of  a 
cannon,  but  its  echo  lasts  a  great  deal  longer. 

O.  W.  HOLMES 

Kissing  don't  last:  cookery  do. 

GEORGE  MEREDITH 
Lord!   I  wonder  what  fool  it  was  that  first 
invented  kissing.  swift 
And  when  my  lips  meet  thine, 
Thy  very  soul  is  wedded  unto  mine. 

H.  H.  BOYESEN 

Say  Vm  weary,  say  Vm  sad, 

Say  that  health  and  wealth  have  missed  me: 
Say  Vm  growing  old,  but  add 

Jennv  kissed  me.  leigh  hunt 

A  man  had  given  all  other  bliss, 
And  all  his  worldly  worth  for  this, 
To  waste  his  whole  heart  in  one  kiss 

Upon  her  perfect  lips.  Tennyson 

Excerpts  from'The  Home  Book  of  Quotations"by 
Burton  Stevenson;  Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.,  Publishers 


/ff§^  HE  THEE  it's  the  kiss  given  in 
\^f<Q\:£  tie  first  fine  rapture  of  love's  dis- 
— <^Jc^  covery,  the  kiss  you  give  your  hus- 
band of  twenty  years  as  he  rushes  out  in 
the  morning,  or  the  kiss  of  mother  and  son 
—  don't  be  careless.  Remember  .  .  .  nothing 
is  so  intimate  or  so  revealing  as  a  kiss. 

FOR  LOVE'S  SAKE 

So — for  love's  sake! — don't  ever  be  guilty 
of  offending  HIM  with  halitosis  (bad  breath). 
It  freezes  love  .  .  .  yet  anyone  may  have  it  at 
some  time  or  other. 

Wouldn't  any  woman  be  foolish  to  chance 
losing  this  regard  unnecessarily  when  it's 
often  so  easy  to  make  breath  sweeter,  purer, 
with  Listerine  Antiseptic? 

Halitosis  is  sometimes  due  to  svsternic  con- 


ditions. Usually,  however,  say  some  author- 
ities, it  is  caused  by  the  fermentation  of  tiny 
food  particles  in  the  mouth.  For  that  condi- 
tion, a  good  rinsing  of  the  mouth  with  refresh- 
ing Listerine  Antiseptic  morning  and  night 
works  sweet  wonders! 

Listerine  Antiseptic  halts  such  fermenta- 
tion, then  overcomes  the  odors  it  causes.  Your 
breath  becomes  sweeter,  less  likely  to  offend. 
Use  Listerine  Antiseptic  as  a  mouth  rinse 
night  and  morning. 

111 
"  !*•§•''  TO  MEN:  Don't  imagine  you're  im- 
mune from  halitosis!  {Who  is?)  Keep  Listerine  on 
hand — make  it  a  morning  and  nightlv  ritual!  Al- 
ways  remember  to  rinse  your  mouth  with  this  delight- 
ful, breath-sweetening  antiseptic  deodorant  before  any 
important  business  engagement — or  your  date  with 
Her.  It  pays.  Lambert  Pharmacol  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


LET  LISTERINE  LOOK  AFTER  YOUR  RREATH 


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SCREENLAND 


An  Open  Letter  to  Roy  Rogers 


DEAR  COWBOY  ROY: 
Help,  help!  While  you're  riding  "Trigger"  to  the  rescue 
of  poor,  worthy,  oppressed  people  I  wish  you  would  please  think 
of  me.  I  am  oppressed,  all  right.  In  fact,  I  am  practically  in 
hiding,  and  I  could  do  with  a  spot  of  smart  Roy  Rogers-to-the- 
rescue  stuff  right  now.  Oddly  enough,  it  is  Roy  Rogers  I  want 
to  escape  from. 

Now,  wait  a  minute,  Pardner.  Don't  shoot — yet.  No  offense 
meant.  It's  just  that  I  am  a  fugitive  from  the  Roy  Rogers  Friend- 
ship Club  and  its  frenzied  members,  who  are  out  to  get  me  be- 
cause they  think  I  don't  appreciate  you.  They're  wrong — I  think 
you're  a  nice,  clean-cut  personality  and  one  of  Hollywood's 
most  useful  citizens.  But  that  isn't  enough  for  them — oh,  no. 
They  are  demanding  all-out  aid  to  Rogers,  including  interviews, 
covers,  etc.  I  would  be  taking  to  the  tall  timber  any  time  now, 
posse  or  no  posse,  for  a  little  peace  and  quiet — except  that  the 

Singing  Cowboy  Roy  Rogers  commands  a  devoted  follow- 
ing of  fans,  especially  in  the  smaller  cities,  with  his  Republic 
Westerns  such  as  "Nevada  City."  Here  he  is,  at  right,  as 
a  family  man,  with  Baby  Cheryl  Darline  and   Mrs.  Rogers. 


woods  would  probably  be  full  of  more  Roy  Rogers  Friendship 
Club  members.  It  seems,  according  to  your  most  devoted  fan 
Lena  M.  Northam,  of  Bennettsville,  S.  C,  that  she  never  knew 
a  woman  who  didn't  fall  in  love  with  Roy  Rogers  the  instant 
she  saw  him  on  the  screen.  Why,  Lena  took  a  girl  friend  to  see 
you  in  "Robin  Hood  of  the  Pecos"  and  sure  enough,  the  friend 
came  away  telling  anyone  who  would  listen,  "I  fell  in  love  with 
Roy,  too!" 

I  don't  want  this  to  happen  to  me.  I  can  see  that  it  might — 
after  all,  see  enough  Roy  Rogers  Westerns,  with  your  ingratiating 
grin  and  pleasant  voice  and  savoir  faire  in  the  saddle,  and  any 
woman  would  come  away  babbling.  As  it  happens,  I  have  enough 
trouble  not  falling  for  Tyrone  Power  and  Stirling  Hayden  with- 
out messing  up  my  life  any  further.  What  say,  Pal — suppose  we 
settle  for  a  fine,  platonic  friendship? 


Spencer  Tracy  seriously  contemplates  Jean  Gabin,  known  to 
all  and  sundry  as  the  "French  Spencer  Tracy."  Marlene  Diet- 
rich, however,  finds  nothing  to  scowl  about.  She's  pleased. 


Their  quarters  are  slightly  crowded  but  that  doesn't  deter 
Joan  Blondell,  Jack  Benny,  Dick  Powell,  Claudette  Colbert 
and  Marlene  Dietrich,  above,  from  having  fun  en  route  to 
entertain    our    soldier    boys.    The    lads    are  appreciative. 


Variety  being  the  spice  of  life, 
we  give  you  a  variety  of  stars 
having  fun  in  a  variety  of  ways. 
Informality  is  the  keynote  to 
this  4-page  picture  spread 

Photos  by  Esquire-Globe 


Jimmy  Stewart  is  as  proud  of  his  sister,  above,  as  his  sister 
is  proud  of  him.  James,  on  a  brief  army  furlough,  escorted 
his  attractive  kin  to  the  Judy  Garland  engagement  party. 


Weighty,  world-shaking  events  are  taking  place,  but  that 
doesn't  prevent  us  from  wondering  about  Ann  Sheridan  and 
George  Brent,  above,  as  to  when  they  will  merge  in  marriage. 


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Funny-man  Lou  Costello,  above,  who's  making  box-office  his- 
tory these  days,  takes  his  very,  very  pretty  wife  to  the 
Brown  Derby  for  the  usual  reason.  To  eat  and  make  merry. 


Wherever  there's  a  costume  party  you'll  find  a  cameraman; 
and  wherever  there's  a  cameraman  you'll  find  a  star.  Jean 
Arthur    looking    unlike    Jean    Arthur,    with    Mary  Martin. 


We  don't  know  anybody  else  on  this  continent  who  can  wear 
the  loud  jackets  Bing  Crosby,  above,  wears,  with  such  utter 
nonchalance.  Bing's  with  Mrs.  Bing,  and  she's  used  to  'em. 


Edgar  Bergen  became  famous  when  he  placed  Charlie  Mc- 
Carthy upon  his  knee;  Cesar  Romero  and  Ann  Sothern, 
above,   are   already  famous,   so  this   is   only  for  a  laugh. 


Into  the  ultra-swanky  portals  of  Ciro's  stepped  fur-bedecked 
Mrs.  Frank  Morgan,  with  her  silver-thatched  husband.  They, 
too,  will  eat  and   make   merry.  As  if  that's   not  obvious. 


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Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  (Hank)  Fonda,  above,  dote  on  the 
rumba  orchestra  at  the  swank  Mocambo.  They  like  watching 
the  dancers  as  much  as  they  like  to  take  a  twirl  on  the  floor. 


Costume  partying,  we've  probably  mentioned  it  before,  is 
a  good  old  Hollywood  custom.  Robert  Montgomery,  pleased 
as    punch    in    his    Scotch    kilts,    gallantly   assists   the  Mrs. 


Just  an  old  married  couple  who  still  get  a  thrill  out  of  danc- 
ing and  dining  out  of  a  night — together.  Deanna  Durbin  and 
hubby  Vaughn   Paul  simply  can't  hide  that  newlywed  look. 


Here's  another  fellow  who  has  the  reputation — and  the  good 
luck — of  escorting  the  town's  most  beautiful  damsels.  Fran- 
chot  Tone,  we  mean,  with  Lorraine  Gettman  and  Hank  Fonda. 


22 


Ian  Hunter,  above,  the  guy  the  gals  think  (according  to 
Fans'  Forum)  is  just  wonderful,  dancing  with  Mrs.  Ian,  who 
also    thinks    he'?    iust    simply    wonderful--and    then  some. 


Signing  autographs  is  a  real  pleasure  to  Joan  Blondell, 
because  she  knows  if  it  weren't  for  "her  public"  she  wouldn't 
be  able  to  wear  furs  in  Summer  and  Winter.  That's  hubby. 


It  didn't  take  John  Shelton  long  to  find  Pat  Dane,  or  Pat  to 
find  John.  Patricia  is  the  model  girl  who  just  does  things  to 
Mickey  Rooney  in  M-G-M's  "Life  Begins  for  Andy  Hardy." 


Maureen  O'Hara,  who  looks  so  serious  most  of  the  time, 
breaks  into  a  bright  smile  as  she  dances  with  Bill  Lundigan. 
Anybody  with  such   lovely  home-grown  teeth   should  smile. 


Borrowing  his  best  friend's  wife,  Mrs.  Hank  Fonda,  for  a 
twirl  around  the  Ciro  dance  floor,  Jimmy  Stewart  appears  to 
give   the   terpsichorean    matter   his   most   serious  attention. 


23 


Torrid  love  scenes 
between  Do  +  tie 
Lamour  and  Jon 
Hall  in  "Aloma 
of  til  e  South 
Seas"  don't  mean 
a  thing — except 
good  acting. 
She's  Greg 
Bautzer's;  he's 
actress  Fran 
Langford's. 


REAL 

LOVE 


a 


FOR 


AS  THIS  is  being  written  for  you,  gentle  reader.  Do 
/-A  othy  Lamour  is  probably  sunning  berself  on  tl 
/  \  A-deck  of  the  S.S.  Lurline  bound  for  Honolul 
Three  days  out.  she  should  be  sporting  a  wonderful  |a 
by  this  time.  Not  to  mention  a  case  of  love-in-bloom  th; 
is  out-of-this-world.  You  see  Mr.  Greg  Bautzer  wh 
besides  being  one  of  Hollywood's  niftiest  lawyers,  is  01 
Dottie's  loving  Lancelot,  is  on  the  same  boat.  Dir. 
Dottie's  momma.  Just  before  the  S.  S.  Lurline  pulled  01 
reporters  cornered  Mr.  Bautzer,  who,  to  tell  you  tl 
truth,  didn't  seem  to  mind  the  ordeal  one  bit,  and  d 
manded :  "What's  with  you  and  Dorothy,  counsellor! 

Mr.  Bautzer  gave  out  as  follows:  no,  he  and  Mi: 
Lamour  were  not  secretly  married  nor  were  they  hikir 
to  Honolulu  with  that  object  in  mind. 

"Does  that  mean  that  marriage  is  out?"  a  reportc 
%  persisted. 
J\\  "No,  it  doesn't,"  Mr.  Bautzer  can 

back  as  naturally  as  if  he  were  filing 
cross  complaint  or  issuing  an  appl 
cation  for  a  writ  of  habeas  corpti 
Whereupon  he  excused  himself,  filt 


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s 


Weisstnari  photo 


.ere's  a  new  light  in  Lamour's  eyes  these 
iys  and  nights.  Contrast  candid  shot  at 
iht  with  Greg  Bautzer,  to  hectic  scenes 
bottom  of  page  showing  Dottie  the 
aygirl.  Does  this  mean  her  new  romance 
-  the  real  thing?  It  looks  like  it  to  us. 


p  the  gangplank,  and  disappeared. 

Mr.  B.'s  statement,  of  course,  touched  off  some  pretty 
verish  speculating  by  the  guild  of  Hollywood  column- 
Its,  speculating  that  ended  in  a  stalemate,  the  "they-wills" 
id  the  "they-won'ts"  just  about  balancing  each  other 
if.  If  you're  at  all  interested,  here  are  the  facts  in  the 
pe.  You  can  form  your  own  conclusion,  just  as  you 
id  in  the  affaire  Hess,  after  everyone  from  Bugs  Baer 
)  Winston  Churchill  had  given  you  his  expert  opinion. 

The  they-wills  have  a  pretty  strong  case.  On  Miss  L.'s 
lird  finger  right  hand  there  are  two  old-fashioned  vei- 
ny-gold  engagement  rings,  which  this  reporter  spotted 
ne  day  when  he  strayed  onto  the  set  of  "Aloma  of  the 
outh  Seas"  a  few  days  before  Miss  Lamour  took  off. 
hey  are  engagement  rings  and  belong,  if  you  give  two 
Igs  for  Emily  Post,  on  the  left  (Please  turn  to  page  72) 


Mendelssohn  music 
for  Dottie?  Holly- 
wood "they-won'ts" 
say:  She's  a  career- 
ist, he's  a  confirmed 
bachelor.  But  the 
"they-wills"  retort: 
They're  in  love! 

By 
John 
Franchey 


25 


By  VYVYAN  DONNEI 

yOU  gals  who  think  you'd  |l 
some  day  to  become  fashk 
models  and  show  other  peop 
how  to  wear  million  dollar  clothes- 
perhaps  you'd  like  to  have  a  few  ti 
on  this  exciting  (but  exacting)  pr 
fession  from  some  one  who  has  h; 
a  great  deal  to  do  with  it  from  t! 
inside,  before  you  say  goodbye 
that  nice  boy  you  went  to  school  wit 


Most  famous  moc 
in  America  today 
blonde  Georgia  C 
roll,  shown  in  t' 
poses  at  left.  She: 
Hollywood  hit  nc 
slated   for  stardo 


Above,  Peggy  Diggins,  another  ex- 
model  who  is  one  of  the  Beauty  Sex- 
tette in  "Navy  Blues."  Far  left,  sen- 
sational ex-model  Stirling  Hayden. 


26 


Phyllis  Brooks,  above 
started  as  a  Donner  mode 


27 

i 


Jinx  Falkenburg,  famed  model  for  bill- 
boards and  magazine  covers,  now  has 
movie  career  with  Columbia  Pictures. 
See  her  in  "Two  Latins  from  Manhattan." 


contract  zipped  into  one's  pocketbook, 
too.  So  more  of  you  than  ever  are 
wanting  to  know  what  the  field  is  like, 
and  if  it  holds  any  opportunities  for 
you.  And  with  all  the  glamor  and  ro- 
mance that  have  surrounded  models 
for  centuries,  who  can  blame  you? 

Perhaps  your  friends  are  harrying 
you.  Maybe  they  insist  that  you're 
every  bit  as  gor-geous  (or  could  be  if 
you  had  the  {Please  turn  to  page  66) 


Kay  Aldridge 
again  and — 
far  right — 
Betty  Avery 
with  Kirk 
Allen. 


Outstanding  example  of 
"model  girl  who  made 
good"  is  Linda  Darnell. 
Now  noted  movie  star,  she 
started  when  only  thirteen 
os  a  fashion  model  for  de- 
partment stores  in  her  home 
town  of  Dallas,  Texas — see 
pictures  at  right  and  below 
for  proof  of  her  past  be- 
fore far-sighted  Fox  movie 
scouts  saw  and  signed  her. 


Marguerite 
Chapman  is 
still  a  noth  e  r 
statu  e  s  q  ue 
member  of  the 
"Navy  Blues" 
Beauty  Sextette. 


I 


Copyright,  19Jtl,  hit  Paramount  Pictures. 
Complete  cast  and  credits  on  Page  9S. 


THERE  had  been  a  time  when  Lydia  had  loved 
parties.  But  that  was  before  Tony  had  been  a  suc- 
cess and  the  young  Kenyons  had  only  entertained 
their  friends.  Now  their  parties  had  taken  on  the  feeling 
of  Board  meetings.  Lydia  managed  a  grin  as  she  won- 
dered if  she  should  leave  ten  dollar  gold  pieces  on  each 
plate.  After  all,  it  was  business,  nothing  but  business 
which  had  prompted  this  party,  even  if  it  zvas  their  fifth 
wedding  anniversary. 

George  and  Charlotte  Gorell  would  be  the  only  ones 
of  the  old  crowd  there,  the  only  ones  of  their  original 
wedding  guests  who  would  welcome  them  into  their  fifth 
year  of,  what  was  it  the  optimists  called  it,  wedded  bliss? 
But  even  George  would  only  be  there  because  he  was 

30 


Fictionized 
by 

Elizabeth  B.  Petersen 

Season's  smartest  romantic  comedy, 
novelized  from  sophisticated  new  film 
co-starring  Ray  Milland  and  Claudette 
Colbert  as  husband  and  wife  whose 
domestic  happiness  is  almost  wrecked 
by  Brian  Aherne  as  "the  other  man" 

in  the  advertising  game  too.  Ever  since  he  bad  become 
the  firm's  most  go-getting  young  contact  man,  Tony  had 
seemed  unable  to  find  time  for  anyone  who  wasn't  a 
business  asset. 

All  the  sponsors  would  be  there  this  evening,  all  the 
sponsors  and  their  wives.  And  Lydia  would  be  so  charm- 
ing and  sweet  to  all  of  them,  the  perfect  wife,  the  super- 
lative hostess.  She  took  a  last  glance  around  the  terrace, 
at  tables  already  set  and  waiting  for  the  buffet  supper 
before  she  went  into  the  living-room,  and  again  a  re- 
luctant quirk  of  humor  tugged  at  her  lips  as  she  saw 
the  butler  emptying  the  cigarette  boxes  of  the  brands 
they  usually  smoked. 

"Oh,  Theodore,"  she  cautioned.  "You're  sure  you've 


i 


hidden  all  of  them?  Imagine  smoking  rival  cigarettes!" 

'"Yes.  Madame,"  Theodore  said,  carefully  refilling  the 
hoxes  from  another  carton.  "When  we  have  guests  I 
never  forget  that  Red  Wing  Cigarettes  is  one  of  Mr. 
Kenyon's  largest  clients.  Three  hundred  thousand  a  year 
in  advertising."' 

"And  Abercrombie's  Soap  in  all  of  the  bathrooms?" 
Lydia  asked.  "And  what  do  you  suppose  we  can  do  about 
Valentine's  Dog  Food?  We  can't  just  put  it  on  top  of 
the  piano  with  a  sign  saying  'Help  yourself.'  That  would 
be  a  bit  too  obvious." 

Valentine's  Dog  Food!  She  made  a  little  grimace  at 
the  very  thought  of  it.  The  part)'  wasn't  being  given 
for  her  anniversary  at  all,  it  was  being  given  to  impress 
the  Valentines. 

If  only  Tony  would  be  the  way  he  used  to  be,  Lydia 
thought  longingly.  She  loved  that  Tony  so  desperately. 
That  was  the  reason  she  had  thought  of  the  scrap  book 
for  a  wedding  anniversary  present  for  him.  that  scrap 


Claudette  as 
the  screen's 
cutest  wife, 
Milland  as  her 
gay  deceiver 
of  a  husband! 
Stars  at  their 
sparkling  best 
make  "Sky- 
lark" a  scintil- 
lating movie 


book  showing  all  the  things  that  had  happened  to  them 
since  they  first  met.  Maybe  it  was  silly,  but  the  old  Tony 
would  have  loved  that  book.  But  then,  that  Tony  had 
been  as  sentimental  about  their  anniversaries  as  she  was. 
He  never  forgot  them  and  he  always  brought  her  a  pres- 
ent. He  hadn't  even  forgotten  this  one.  How  could  he, 
when  he  was  using  it  as  another  rung  on  his  ladder  of 
success  ? 

If  he'd  forgotten,  maybe  she  wouldn't  feel  so  badly 
about  it.  It  had  taken  every  bit  of  courage  and  humor 
she  had  to  get  over  the  shock  it  had  given  her  that  morn- 
ing when  she  had  called  for  the  scrap  book  at  the  jewel- 
ler's, where  the  inscription  was  being  engraved,  and 
found  George  there  buying  her  anniversary  present  from 
Tony!  George  hadn't  seen  her.  She  had  taken  care  to 
avoid  that  as  she  saw  him  pick  out  a  pair  of  jewelled 
clips  that  made  Lydia  wince  as  she  looked  at  them.  Only 
if  she  had  thought  Tony  had  picked  them  himself  she 
would  have  worn  them,  no  (Continued  on  page  92) 


Married  lovers 
whose  happi- 
ness is  of  the 
modern  varie- 
ty provide  a 
certain  prob- 
lem which  the 
characters  are 
attempting  to 
solve  in  the 
scenes  below 


Exclusive  picture  of  Judy  Garland  with  her  fiance,  David 
Rose,  and  his  mother.  At  right,  a  big  hug  and  a  gift 
from  Joan  Crawford  at  the  engagement  party.  Facing 
page  shows  Judy  with  guest  Jimmy  Stewart,  and — 
inkling  of  Dave's  youth-of-heart — the  Gar-Rose  minia- 
ture   railway,    which    you'll    read    about    in    our  story. 

Wedding  Bells 
for  JUDY! 


IT  WAS  a  lovely  June  day,  and  garden  umbrellas  dotted 
the  lawn  like  huge  yellow  butterflies,  and  people  looked 
excited  and  fond  and  happy  as  they  do  on  such  oc- 
casions, and  Judy — like  a  pink  butterfly  herself — flitted 
among  her  guests,  showing  them  the  ring,  and  Dave 
threw  her  his  shy  crooked  grin  as  they  passed,  and  the 
kids  danced  on  the  badminton  court,  and  the  sun  shone. 
It  was  a  happy  ending  and  a  happy  beginning. 

The  end  was  of  uncertainty — not  for  the  plighted 
pair — but  for  whom  it  might  concern.  They  stood  to- 
gether beside  the  cake  of  two  overlapping  hearts,  marked 
HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  TO  JUDY  AND  DAVE— 
which  was  more  important  as  a  symbol  than  as  a  pastry. 
In  the  modern  way,  they're  casual  on  the  surface  about 
what  touches  them  nearest.  But  for  just  a  moment  their 
hands  and  eyes  met  and  clung.  Dave's  smile,  as  always, 


In  September  she'll  be  Mrs.  Dave  Rose. 
Read  the  first  complete  story  of  the 
unusual  romance  between  the  19-year- 
old  star  and  the  30-year-old  musician 

By  Ida  Zeitlin 


32 


Next  best  to  being  a  quest  of 
Hollywood's  gayest  engagement 
party  is  to  read  this  exclusive  fea- 
ture which  tells  you  all  about  Judy 
and  Dave,  and  their  love  which 
began  with  swing  and  will  march 
on   to   the    music   of  Lohengrin 


was  quiet — Judy's  a  shade  tremulous  but  happy. 

Their  love  affair  has  been  a  thing  of  gradual 
growth.  It  didn't  explode,  it  crept  up  on  them. 
Moving  in  related  entertainment  circles,  they've 
known  each  other  for  years.  To  Dave.  Judy  was 
an  attractive,  talented  kid  who  had  a  socko  way 
with  a  song  and  was  fast  making  her  way  in 
the  movies.  Judy's  admiration  was  all  for  Dave  as  a 
musician.  She  and  her  gang  had  always  been  mad 
about  music.  You  could  tell  if  Judy  was  in  by  the 
blast  of  her  recording  machine  as  you  entered 
the  house.  Even  the  symphonies  had  to  be  loud. 
It  wasn't  noise  for  noise's  sake,  but  to  help  her 
distinguish  the  sound  of  each  instrument.  Sbe's 
also  mad  about  penny  candy,  spurning  tbe  expen- 
sive brands  to  concentrate  on  those  chocolate  buds 
that  come  wrapped  in  tinfoil.  Armed  with  a  bag 
of  these  confections,  the  crowd  would  drive  to 
their  favorite  music  shop,  take  possession  of  a 
cubicle,  dispose  themselves  on  the  floor,  chew 
chocolate  buds,  and  listen  to  records  all  evening, 
choosing  those  they  wanted  with  the  care  of  a 
connoisseur.  They  all  (Please  turn  to  page  76) 


■ 

RALPH  BELLAMY,  believe  it  or  not,  has  made  sev- 
enty-five pictures,  but  not  until  he  played  the  part  of 
"the  stuffed  shirt"  in  "The  Awful  Truth"  I'll  bet  you 
not  one  out  of  fifty  picture-goers  could  have  told  you  his 
name.  Oh,  they  recognized  him  all  right,  and  when  they 
saw  him  they  knew  they  would  see  good  acting — but  he 
was  just  another  familiar  face  on  the  screen. 

In  "The  Awful  Truth"  he  was  changing  his  type  and 
he  landed  with  a  bang-up  hit — just  as  Brian  Donlevy  did 
when  he  switched  from  heavy  drama  to  light  corned}"  in 
"The  Great  McGinty."  But  now  Ralph  is  turning  apos- 
tate on  us.  "I  don't  want  to  go  through  life  playing 
worthy  but  dull  young  men,"  he  stated  firmly. 

"You  ought  to  be  glad  to  play  them,"  I  countered. 
"They've  made  you  an  important  figure  on  the  screen." 

"Perhaps  I  wasn't  as  well-known  before,"  Ralph  ar- 
gued, "but  I  was  doing  all  right.  People  have  got  the  idea 
now  that  I'm  as  dull  in  person  (Please  turn  to  page  79) 


"The  GIRLS 
I  Left 

Behind  Me!" 

"If  Ralph  doesn't  get  the  girl  in  a  picture 
soon,"  says  Mrs.  Bellamy,  "people  are  going 
to  think  I  won  him  on  a  punch  board  and 
was  stuck  with  him!"  You  will  enjoy  this 


34 


You  can't  get  away  from  Betty  Gr 
these   days— and   who  wants 
Wherever  you  look,  there's  the  Gr 
girl,  dancing  and  singing  or,  in  her 
est  film,   romancing  with  Ty  Po 


A  YANK  and  his  GIRL 


In  the  spirit  of  the  times,  Tyrone 
Power  plays  his  most  gallant 
r61e  in  "A  Yank  in  the  R.A.F.," 
with  Betty  Grable  as  the  heroine 


AND  SHE  CAN  SINQ,  TOO  J 

1 


"Mr.  Jeanette  MacDonald"  and 
"Mrs.  Gene  Raymond"  relax  at 
home  after  working  hours  at  the 
studio  where  they're  appearing 
together,  for  the  first  time  on  the 
screen,  in  "Smilin*  Through." 
Gene  plays  two  parts,  father  and 
son.  In  the  role  of  the  father  he 
does  not  win  the  girl  ^- Jeanette. 
In  the  role  of  the  son,  he  does. 
And  they  lived  happily  ever  after! 

Exclusive  photographs  by  Clarence  8.  Bull,  M-G-M 


Willowy,  blonde 
Ilona  Massey  will  sur- 
prise you  in  her  latest 
picture,  "Internation- 
al  Lady"— for  she 
sings  only  one  song, 
devoting  herself  to 
dramatic  intrigues 


HI,  YA, 
TOOTS ! 


BUTCH, 


(Carole  Landis 
Speaking) 


His  best  friends  call 
Romero  "Butch"-  be- 
cause, except  when 
he's  playing  a  pungent 
part,  he's  such  a  per- 
fect gentleman!  Now 
it's  Carole  Landis  who 
is  his  dancing-romanc- 
ing movie  partner 


ANN  SOTHERS 
SUITS 
THE  NEW 
EASON! 

The  suit  at  left,  worn  by  Miss  So  them  in  "Lady  Be 
Good,"  has  a  red  flannel  jacket  and  navy  skirt.  Of 
particular  interest  is  the  lapel  ornament,  fashioned  after 
an  antique  brass  knocker.  Below,  the  long  jacket  and 
bolero  trim  distinguish  this  black  wool  suit,  with  crisp 
white  pique  for  the  collar  and  the  smart  chapeau  bow 


Because  she  is  so  picturesque,  Miss 
Sothern  is  the  perfect  model  for  the 
very  new,  very  smart  long-lined 
suits,  which  the  famed  Hollywood 
designer  Adrian  helped  to  intro- 
duce to  the  fashion-conscious  world 


Photographs  by  Ed.  Cronentceth,  M-G-M 


Interesting  black  frock,  at  right,  features  a  harem- 
draped  panel,  pert  bolero,  soft  touch  of  snowy  white 
for  contrast.  Below,  Miss  Sothern  wears  a  costume  suit 
of  black,  light-weight  woolen,  with  yoke  of  lipstick-red 
trimmed  with  brass  buttons.  Her  pillbox  hat,  with  veil, 
also  has  a  brass  button  trim,  a  modern  military  note 


GOOD* WILL  GIRL 


Friendly  relations  with  South  America 
gain  fresh  impetus  with  Mona  Maris 
travelling  down  to  Argentina  to  make 
two  movies,  following  her  role  in 
"Law  of  the  Tropics,"  with  Jeffrey  Lynn 


Welbourne,  Warner i 


Before  leaving 
for  Buenos  Aires 
on  her  good-will 
movie  mission, 
Miss  Maris  posed 
for  us  in  the  gar- 
den of  her  Bev- 
erly Hills  home 
with  pet  St.  Bern- 
ardLuisito,  mean- 
ing "Little  Louie" 
in  Spanish. 


THE  MOST  BEAUTIFUL  STILL 
OF  THE  MONTH 

George  Montgomery  and  Lynne  Roberts 
in  "The  Last  of  the  Duanes" 


Combining  grace 
dignity,  the  perse  i 
wardrobe  of  In 
Dunne,  star  of  Uni 
sal's  "Unfinished  E 
ness,"  reflects  her  g 
taste.  Above,  beautil 
cut  and  draped  w 
crepe  dinner  dress,  h 
lighted  by  the  si 
striking  accent  of  a  ; 
kid  belt  patterned  * 
appliqued  silk  flo\» 
At  left,  fern  and  flc 
print  with  a  new  fea  i 
in  the  pleated  pane 
the  back.  Huge,  rip) 
collar  of  white  piqu 
almost  hidden  by 
dotted  veiling  of  I 
Dunne's  white  dr£ 
felt  pompadour  hat, 1 
a  cleverly  corded  b 


Exclusive  fashion 
photographs  by  Ray 
Jones,  Universal  Pic- 
tures. 


IRENE  DUNNE'S 

OWN  CLOTHES  COLLECTION 


ait  for  a  lady,  above, 
Dcoa  beige  wool  with 
,  ed  full-gored  skirt 
ied  by  a  jacket  with 
revers  extending  up 
i  the  single  buttoned 
stline.  Miss  Dunne's 
ssories  include  her 
wn  felt  calot  with 
draped  veiling, 
right,  designed  for 
mlight  and  music  is 
i-  exquisite  misty  gray 
inzagown.  "Corsage" 
alder  straps  of  self- 
erial  flowers  comple- 
«  the  delicate  tracery 
le  white  hand-  painted 
it.  Irene's  wide  gold 
relet  has  large  center 
phire  surrounded  by 
rkling  diamonds. 


Miss  Dunne's  cos- 
tumes from  Howard 
Greer  and  Softs'  5th 
Ave.,  Beverly  Hills. 
Hats  by  John  Fred- 
erics. 


BETTE  DAVIS  AND  "TIBBIE" 


By  Morgan  Dennis 


Pet  Picture 
Parade 

Be  it  poodle,  pooch  or  baby  panda, 
if  it  hails  from  the  animal  kingdom 
enter  it  in  our  new  pet  picture  contest 

EVERYBODY'S  crazy  about  pets!  If  you  own  an  animal — any 
kind  of  pet — from  a  proud  and  pedigreed  pomeranian  to 
a  humble  mongrel,  from  a  cat  to  a  canary,  dollars  to  donuts 
you  have  a  prized  picture  and  display  it  at  the  drop  of  a  hat. 
If  you  have  the  pet  and  not  the  picture,  take  one  now,  and 
let  Morgan  Dennis,  world-famed  etcher  and  dog  fancier,  Judge 
its  eligibility  for  a  prize.  Aside  from  the  important  first  award, 
an  original  star-pet  portrait  by  the  noted  artist,  we  will  pay 
$5.00  for  each  additional  print  published.  Bette  Davis,  Holly- 
wood's most  enthusiastic  dog  lover,  shown  opposite  with  her 
Scottie,  "Tibbie,"  is  another  star  in  this  series  of  Dennis 
studies.  So  put  your  cameras  and  pets  to  work  and  join  our 
picture  parade.  It's  fun  for  everyone.  The  rules  are  simple. 


Who  gets  the  first  warm  greeting  from  Joan  Leslie,  circle, 
Warners'  "Baby  Bernhardt,"  after  a  busy  day  at  the  studio? 
Her  pooch,  "Lights,"  is  right.  Jane  Frazee,  below,  putting  her 
wire-haired  pal  Spunky  through  his  paces.  A  true  aristocrat 
is  Laraine  Day's  silent  and  contented  companion,  below,  left. 


CONTEST  RULES 

1.  All  pictures  of  pets  will  be  given  equal  consideration, 
whether  of  dogs,  cats,  etc. 

2.  No  entry  will  be  returned  unless  accompanied  by  adequate 
postage. 

3.  Contest  closes  midnight,  August  5th,  1941. 

4.  In  the  event  of  a  tie,  prizes  of  equal  values  will  be  given 
to  each  tying  contestant. 

5.  Enclose  coupon  with  your  entry  and  address  to  New  Pet 
Picture  Contest,  Screenland  Magazine,  45  West  45th  Street, 
New  York  City,  N.  Y. 


i  am  entering  Screenland  New  Pet 

Picture  Contest, 

with  my  entry  enclosed  herewith. 

NAME  

STREET  ADDRESS  

CITY  

.  .  .  STATE  

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SELECTED  BY 


Pick  your  pictures  here  and  guar- 
antee yourself  good  entertainment 
without  loss  of  time  and  money 


■CAUGHT  IN  THE  DRAFT' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
GREAT! 

APPEAL:    To    every    American  man 
woman,  and  child,  who  is  proud  of  his 
heritage  of  freedom. 
PLOT"  The  real-life  story  of  Alvin  York, 
wh0Se  World  War  exploits  wrote  a  new 
and  thrilling  chapter  in  American  his- 
tory—beginning back  on    he  farm  .n 
lessee'  where  Alvin  ".deploy-, 
hard  as  he  worked-until  he     got  re- 
,;g,on"-and    ending    bac*   there  too 
X  his  incredible  exploits  ,n  France 
Which  won  him  fame  and  offers  of  fj 
tone  which  he  spurned  to  return  to  the 
simple  life  he  loved.  No  bunk,  but  the 
real  story  of  a  real  man. 
PRODUCTION:  Superlative,  w,th  How- 
ard Hawks'  he-man  direction  resist-ng 
every  temptation  to  turn   maudlin  or 
nlimental-no  false  heroics  or  flag- 
waving,  but  absolute  sincerity  .„  every 
scene     from    the    earthy    humor  and 
everyday  appeal  of  Tennessee  farm  l.fe 
r  the    desperate    drama    of   war  as 
ought  by  Sergeant  York  and  his  com- 
rades It's  a  great  story  which  has  not 
bet  cheapened  in  the  telling.  Bravo, 
Hollywood!  _ 
ACTING:  It  is  Gary  Cooper's  triumph, 
this  portrayal  of  a  man  of  nob.My  and 
courage-even  better  than  hisJokn  Doe 
Margaret  Wycherly  play, ^«  moth- 
witn9rars  understanding.  Walter  B  e 
nan  is   as  always,  splendid;  and  little 
n  Leslie  is  enchanting  f«  and 

,  ,  ~e  York  s  sweetheart, 

spontaneous  as  lorx  s 

Warner  Bros. 


■BLOSSOMS  IN  THE  DUST' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
RIOT! 

APPEAL:  Unlimited-unless  there  are  a 
{ew  stale  characters  who  have  g.ve 

i_i     „  for  the  duration. 
SoWpt  -  -fty  -vie  star 
wh^  is  trying 

before  he  knows  it  ,s  mdueted  m 

Ar-/rrK;h:;:npa;,sheaindtenr,dned 

daughter.  You  can  go  on  from The  re- 
ar i?  you  can't,  Mr.  Hope  and  h.S 
imitable  gag  men  can,  and  do 
PRODUCTION:  Trust  veteran  director 
^  Butler  to  keep  the  laughs^ ». 
A  +r,P  cash  customers  in  the  aisles 

laugh  harder  than  anybody  bec°us 

i£   oretty   grand   that  we  Americans 
EavIYa  Sob  Hope  in  such  a  picture 
right  now,  to  keep  up  our  spirits. 
ACTING:   Bob   Hope,   with   no  B^ 

gal  this  time,  the  «™  Do"'ef  , %; 
I      .  „.  alwavs  spurned  him  tor  Ding. 

ments  overheard  in  the 

>*'  =hmm„/^"-tip 

Overman  and  taaie 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
POIGNANT! 

APPEAL:  Particularly  to  women,  al- 
though some  strong  men  may  be  heard 
clearing  their  throats  in  an  embar- 
rassed  way.  .  . 

PLOT:  True-life  story  of  a  feminine 
Father  Flanagan  of  "Boys  Town  -Mrs. 
Gladney,    who    founded    an  orphans 
home  in  Texas  which  is  a  haven  for 
unfortunate    children.    Her    l.fe  work 
taking  up  the  cause  of  foundlings  and 
battling  for  their  betterment  provides 
the  inspiring  story,  with  the  highlight  a 
dramatic  speech  in  the  Texas  Senate 
in  which  the  heroine  pleads  for  passage 
of  a  humane  law  affecting  the  future 
of  innocent  children. 
PRODUCTION:   Mervyn   Leroy's  is  a 
sensitive,  if  sentimental  handling  of  a 
worthy  subject,  tending  to  long-winded- 
ness  but  fully  realizing  the  values  ot 
the  chief  character,  a  woman  who,  hav- 
ing lost  her  own  baby,  dedicates  her 
life  to  other  children.  Technicolor  helps 
to  relieve  the  rather  drab  and  certainly 
non-glamorous  trend  of  the  tale. 
ACTING:    Greer    Garson    with  her 
gorgeous  red   hair  and   "green"  eyes 
is  so  handsome  in  Technicolor  that  she 
may  take  your  mind  off  her  good  works 
—but  her  acting  is  always  intelligent 
and  occasionally  moving,  although  in 
appearance    she   changes  remarkably 
little  considering  the  span  of  years  the 
characterization  covers.  Walter  Pidgeon 
as  her  husband  is  secondary  in  interest. 

M-G-M 


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■MAN  HUNT" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
DRAMATIC! 

APPEAL:  If  you  aren't  satiated  with 
spy  stuff,  here's  the  latest  edition. 
PLOT:  And  you  do  mean  plot,  don't 
you?  "Man  Hunt"  has  more  plot  than 
it  can  accommodate,  what  with  the 
adventures  of  a  British  big-game 
hunter  out  to  bag  the  biggest  game 
of  all  in  Berchtesgaden,  being  cap- 
tured and  tortured  before  he  escapes 
to  England  where  a  little  Cockney  girl 
helps  him  to  evade  Nazi  agents. 
PRODUCTION:  Continental  director 
Fritz  Lang's  technique  is  too  ponderous 
for  an  adventure  story  especially  when 
weighted  with  so  much  detail — so  the 
daring  hero's  progress  sometimes  seems 
to  be  photographed  in  slow  motion, 
with  the  scenes  of  breathless  excite- 
ment too  few  and  far  between.  How- 
ever, the  topical  subject  and  the  age- 
old  suspense  of  the  chase  saves  it  from 
the  merely  routine  movie  classification. 
ACTING:  At.  last  Walter  Pidgeon  has 
a  big  part  which  he  plays  with  gusto 
and  all  his  personal  persuasion,  which 
is  plenty.  As  the  adventurous  Captain 
Thorndike  he  cuts  a  dashing  figure  as 
he  "draws  a  bead"  on  Herr  Hitler, 
matches  wits  with  super-menace  George 
Sanders,  or  gallantly  accepts  the  help 
of  Joan  Bennett,  who  is  more  con- 
vincing as  a  little  "Limey"  than  you 
might  expect.  Best  of  the  cast  is  young 
Roddy  McDowall,  who  plays  one  of 
those  usually  rather  offensive  juvenile 
roles  with  endearing  earnestness. 
10th  Century-Fox 


'THE  RELUCTANT 
DRAGON" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 

NOVELTY! 

APPEAL:  For  rabid  Disney  fans  to 
whom  the  master  can  do  no  wrong,  a 
treat;  for  others,  a  glorified  trailer  for 
the  cartoon  studios. 

PLOT:  Benchley-conducted  tour — yes, 
Robert  himself — of  the  Walt  Disney 
film  factory,  with  glimpses  of  the 
famed  cartoons  in  the  making,  includ- 
ing the  art  classes,  multi-plane  camera 
room,  prop  sculpturing  department, 
animation  and  scenario  departments — 
as  well  as  three  new  cartoon  shorts, 
"Baby  Weems,"  "How  To  Ride  A 
Horse,"  and  "The  Reluctant  Dragon." 
PRODUCTION:  Of  course  it  is  Disney, 
which  means  wizardry — also  the  first 
time  human  beings  and  cartoons  have 
been  combined  in  a  film  feature  wi  th 
the  exception  of  a  few  sequences  in 
"Fantasia."  Robert  Benchley  in  person 
meets  the  various  artists  who  work  on 
the  Disney  cartoons,  including  the 
"voices"  of  Donald  Duck  and  Clara 
Cluck.  Beginning  in  black  and  white, 
the  film  shifts  to  Technicolor  when 
Benchley  wanders  into  the  color  camerc 
room.  Cleverly  staged. 
ACTING:  Besides  Mr.  Benchley,  the 
most  endearing  characters  are  Mr. 
Disney's  newest  cartoon  creations, 
Baby  Weems,  an  infant  prodigy  who 
shows  up  Professor  Einstein,  and  a  re- 
markable character,  fhe  Dragon,  a  gen- 
teel old  girl,  who'd  rather  write  poetry 
than  fight  and  sings  the  Whoops  song. 
Wait  Disney-RKO-Radio 


'MOON  OYER  MIAMI' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
GAY! 

APPEAL:  Like  a  light  and  fluffy  musi- 
cal to  amuse  you?  Here's  the  best — 
and  with  Betty  Grable,  too. 

PLOT:  Any  resemblance  between  this 
story  and  "Three  Blind  Mice,"  a  non- 
musical  movie  of  about  three  years 
ago,  is  no  accident — isn't  it  somewhat 
the  same,  about  sisters  in  search  of  a 
fortune?  This  time  the  treasure-hunt 
leads  to  Miami,  complete  with  cabanas 
and  palms. 

PRODUCTION:  Lavish,  with  the  setting 
Hollywood's  own  dream  of  a  vacation 
paradise — life  one  long  party  with  as- 
sorted bathing  beauties  and  million- 
aires, and  no  less  than  eight  songs  scat- 
tered through  the  luxurious  proceed- 
ings. Two  dances  by  Betty  Grable  are 
worth  the  trip. 

ACTING:  Miss  Grable  again — only 
she  doesn't  "act,"  she's  her  saucy  self 
and  no  inhibitions  about  art.  She 
dances  with  so  much  zest,  she  grins 
so  engagingly,  you'll  vote  her  movies' 
No.  I  soubrette  from  now  on.  Don 
Ameche  and  Robert  Cummings  toil  too 
hard  at  their  roles  of  gay  men  about 
town,  often  giving  the  impression  they 
are  working  for  Bob  Hope's  sponsors. 
Carole  Landis  is  decorative  with  little 
effort  to  be  anything  more,  but  what 
chance  has  any  other  girl  in  a  picture 
with  Betty  Grable?  Charlotte  Green- 
wood and  Jack  Haley  provide  some 
alleged  "comedy." 
20th  Ccntury-Foi 


53 


TRUTH  about 
Surprise 


Scoop!  First  interview  with 
tempestuous  Tierney,  who  as 
a  bride  of  three  months  tells 
why  she  dared  defy  family, 
friends,  and  her  studio  to 
elope    with    Count  Cassini 


Hollywood  took  lovely  Tierney's  elopement  with 
mixed  comment,  mostly  critical — imagine  her  dar- 
ing to  marry  a  "climbing  Count"  for  love  when 
she  could  have  won  a  husband  with  influence! 


Sensational  in  title  role  of  "Belle 
Starr,"  Gene  Tierney,  shown  above 
in  character  of  girl  bandit,  won't 
allow  marriage  to  interfere  with 
her  career.  She  loves  them  both. 


CERTAINLY  Gene  Tierney  is  brave  in  love!  Headstrong? 
Yes !  This  marriage  of  hers  has  had  every  obstacle.  Her 
family  objected.  Her  friends,  and  almost  every  acquaint- 
ance, warned  her  against  it.  A  clause  in  her  20th  Century-Fox 
contract  forbids  her  to  take  such  a  step.  As  a  final,  ironic  twist 
her  husband's  wedding  present  from  his  employers  was — losing 
his  job. 

So  she  is  now  a  bride  of  three  months,  and — everybody's 
warnings  to  the  contrary — she's  thoroughly  happy.  And  glad 
she  made  the  plunge!  "I  am  not  a  scatterbrain,"  Gene  told  me, 
rocking  serenely  and  quietly  on  the  wide  veranda  of  a  most 
un-Hollywoodish  honeymoon  house.  "But  there  comes  the  time 
when  you  must  take  things  in  your  own  hands,  regardless  of 
your  family  and  friends.  That  time  came  for  me.  I  have  my  own 
convictions,  against  all  opinions,  about  Olie.  I  never  had  found 
the  solution  to  life  before.  This  is  it!  I  know  it.  Just  as 
any  girl,  deep  inside,  knows  when  she  has  found  the  one  man." 

Another  Hollywood  star  who  is  a  fool  about  a  man  she's  been 
well  warned  not  to  marry?  Yes,  and  no.  For  when  you  have 
read  this  scoop  interview  with  Gene  all  the  way  through,  and 


54 


Gene  Tierney's 
Marriage 


By 

Ben  Maddox 


But  Gene  knew  her  own  heart  and  mind.  Below,  with 
Tier  new  husband.  "I  know,  just  as  any  girl  does,  when 
she  has  found  the  right  man,"  says  happy  bride.  At 
Tight,  with   Randy  Scott  in   new  film,   "Belle  Starr." 


Esquire-Globe  photo 

have  learned  the  truth  about  this  '"madcap"  marriage,  you'll 
agree,  I  think,  that  she  is  actually  even  more  than  merely  cour- 
ageous. Her  father  has  sought  legal  advice  to  determine  if  he 
can  have  the  marriage  annulled.  Gene  smiles  at  that. 

Only  a  girl  of  today,  wholeheartedly  preferring  the  love  of 
some  special  man  above  all  else,  could  behave  as  Gene  has. 
Only  a  strong,  fundamentally-honest-with-herself  person  would 
have  dared  defy  all  of  the  combinations  of  pressure  such  as  • 
were  mustered  up  in  her  case.  The  opposition  began  with 
her  family.  Marrying  so  young,  when  a  brilliant  career  was 
launched  would  cruelly  cut  off  so  many  opportunities !  Her 
father,  tied  down  to  his  insurance  business  in  New  York  City, 
maneuvered  to  postpone  the  calamity.  (As  he  saw  it.)  Her 
brother  intended  to  hurry  West  as  soon  as  his  classes  finished 
at  Yale  to  personally  protect  her  from  Hollywood  wolves.  Her 
mother,  keeping  house  for  her  and  utterly  devoted  and  ambi- 
tious for  Gene's  future,  tearfully  refused  to  accept  the  fact  that 
this  was  love.  Add  in  everybody  else  in  Hollywood,  except 
Darryl  Zanuck,  the  big  boss  at  her  studio,  and  you  have  the 
line-up  of  those  who  tried  to  stop  her  from  running  away  to 
Las  Vegas  with  Count  Oleg  Cassini.  (Gene  was  smart  enough 
not  to  ask  for  the  Zanuck  okay,  which  she  should  have  had ! ) 

Aglow,  contrary  to  ail  dire  predictions,  Gene  gave  Screen- 
land  her  side  of  the  story.  She  laughed  at  her  title  of  countess. 
''Of  course,"  she  said  to  me,  "any  day  now  OHe  will  no  longer 
be  a  count.  Literally !  So  my  little  'fling'  at  being  a  countess  is 
over.  But  I  don't  feel  like  Cinderella  at  midnight,  I'm  afraid. 
It's  no  blow  to  my  vanity.  Perhaps,"  and  she  chuckled.  "I  may 
someday  relate  to  my  children,  in  my  best  melodramatic  style, 
a  hectic  tale  about  when  mamma  was  a  countess  for  two 
months.  People,"  she  continued  candidly,  "haven't  been  im- 
pressed. Who  is,  anymore,  by  obso-  (Please  turn  to  page  S4) 


55 


Dear  Miss  Dunne: 

Because  I  admire  you  so  much  as 
an  actress  and  because  I  have  read 
how  wonderfully  balanced  your 
home-life  is  with  your  work,  I  am 
asking  your  advice.  I  am  married, 
have  a  career  as  a  teacher,  and 
have  a  cozy  little  cottage  home. 
Our  house  is  ideally  arranged  and  I 
know  it  could  be  made  into  a  won- 
derful haven  from  the  cares  of  the 
business  world  for  my  husband  and 
myself — but  here  is  my  problem:  I 
don't  have  a  great  deal  of  judg- 
ment in  the  selection  and  arrange- 
ment of  furniture.  Neither  am  I 
gifted  in  the  art  of  entertaining 
friends,  as  I  have  given  most  of  my 
past  life  to  preparing  for  a  teach- 
ing career  with  little  thought  of  so- 
cial graces.  What  do  you  advise? 
Mrs.  Henry  J.  McCluskey, 
Dallas,  Texas 


DEAR  Mrs.  McCluskey: 
Thank  you  for  your  very  nice  letter.  I  am  so 
glad  you  wrote  to  me.  And  I  shall  answer  the  best 
I  can. 

I  believe  all  women  instinctively  have  a  knack  for 
home-building — even  if  they  are  "career"  women,  such 
as  you  and  I.  Naturally,  much  of  your  time  is  taken  up 
with  your  duties  at  school  and  with  the  problems  of  your 
pupils,  but  your  own  separate  personal  world  should  be 
arranged  so  that  it  is  stimulating  and  cheering  to  your 
soul.  This  detaching  your  home  life  from  your  business 
life  is,  I  believe,  the  secret  of  gracious  living.  And  I 
make  it  a  practice  to  see  to  it  that  never  the  twain  shall 
meet. 

In  order  to  gain  confidence  in  your  own  ability  to  make 
a  home,  why  don't  you  consult  some  friend  who  lives  in 
your  city,  who  has  a  home  that  you  think  is  charming? 
The  friend  would  be  flattered  that  you  like  her  taste. 
Who  isn't  flattered  when  asked  for  advice!  Next,  take 
stock  of  just  what  you  have  now  that  you  can  continue 
to  use.  Perhaps  new  upholstering  or  a  coat  of  paint  or 
some  new  gay  chintz  will  make  it  possible  for  you  to 

Yomr  first  glimpses  of  the  home  of  Irene  Dunne 
show  the  star  in  the  gracious  surroundings 
which  subtly  reflect  her  radiant  personality 


56 


Design  for 
LIVING! 


Lovely  star  selects  her  contest  winner  and 
writes  inspiring  advice  to  all  home-makers 
in  search  of  stimulating  ideas!  Follow  the 
lead  of  Hollywood's  most  charming  hostess 
and  you'll  be  a  social  success.  See  exclusive 
pictures  of  Miss  Dunne  in  her  beautiful  home, 
seldom  photographed — and  "scoop"  shots 
with  her  little  daughter,  her  pride  and  joy 


use  everything.  Perhaps  eventually  you  will  want  to  dis- 
card everything.  Maybe  a  chair  that  has  been  in  the  cor- 
ner, an  obscure  corner,  of  the  bedroom,  is  just  what  you 
need  in  the  living  room.  You  will  be  surprised  what  can 
be  done  by  rearranging,  and  perhaps  brightening  up.  the 
furniture  you  now  have.  What  if  the  bookcase  has  stood 
on  the  north  wall  ever  since  you  moved'  into  your 
little  cottage  home?  There's  certainly  no  law  against 
moving  it !  Try  it  on  the  south  wall,  with  an  arrange- 
ment of  divan  and  table  and  lamp.  If.  after  trying  several 
arrangements,  you  are  still  not  satisfied  with  the  result, 
you  will  know  that  there  is  something  basically  wrong. 
That's  it — you  just  don't  like  the  type  of  furniture  you 
have !  All  right,  your  next  step  is  to  find  out  what  you 
do  like — because,  believe  me.  a  home  will  never  project 
charm  unless  there  is  some  of  "you"  in  it.  Therefore, 
you  must  build  the  home  you  like,  not  one  that  would 
satisfy  the  taste  of  an  interior  decorator. 
Now.  we  are  assuming  that  (Please  turn  to  page  82) 


Irene  Dunne  at  home  with  her  beloved  adopted 
daughter,  whose  nickname  is  "Missy,"  seems  much 
gayer  and  prettier  than  she  is  in  her  screen  roles 


OR  CAMPUS 
AND  CAREER 


Sunnie  O'Dea,  featured  dancer 
in  "Sing  Another  Chorus,"  se- 
lects a  young  first-Fall  ward- 
robe, with  emphasis  on  accesso- 
ries! Rust,  beige,  and  brown, 
predominantly  for  the  campus 
and  career  girls !  And  navy,  too, 
'way  out  front,  as  a  high  fash- 
ion color  for  Fall!  Practically 
all  of  Sunnie's  costumes  are 
good  two-  to  four-timers,  and 
have  several  social  lives  for  sev- 
eral types  of  dates.  They're 
young;  they're  smart;  they're 
very  wearable  and  very  endur- 
ing, fashionably  speaking.  The 
shoes  worn  by  Sunnie  and 
sketched  on  these  pages  are 
Paris  Fashion  Shoes,  chosen  by 
the  dancer  as  special  fashion 
accents;  are  all  $4,  and  are  for 
sale  in  shops  listed  on  Page  98. 


The  first  football  game  of  the  season  is  a  cue 
to  alert  young  hearts  to  rise  and  shine.  And 
Sunnie  shines  in  a  classic  suit  beginning  with 
a  rust  and  blue  jacket,  with  generous  patch 
pockets  and  three  buttons,  and  ending  in  a 
herringbone  weave  skirt  of  rust.  Her  pale  blue 
felt  hat  is  banded  in  brown  grosgrain  ribbon 
and  a  pheasant  feather  adds  a  hunting-on- 
the-heath  note.  Brown  bag,  gloves  and  specta- 
tor pumps  complete  this  costume.  A  change 
in  sweaters  and  blouses,  including  blues  and 
rusts,  will  add  variety.  For  the  early-Fall 
sports,  we  stamp  this  outfit  with  approval; 
for  the  career-minded,  it  should  put  you  well 
ahead,  so   far  as  appearance   is  concerned. 


Here,  in  full  detail,  are  the 
smart,  new  pumps  worn  by 
Sunnie.  They  are  of  an- 
tique tan  elasticized  calf, 
with  a  V-throat  and  a  walled 
toe.  Harness  stitching  ac- 
cents the  detail  throughout. 
Here  we  find  a  good  ex- 
ample of  the  simpler  man- 
nish influence  for  Fall,  so 
harmonious  with  the  tweeds 
and  woolens  for  casual  and 
spectator  sports  occasions. 


Navy  blue  is  heralded  for  Autumn  as  very,  very  new. 
And  when  you  take  navy  hlue  and  combine  it  with 
sky  blue  ami  top  it  ofl'  with  a  burgundy  note,  then 
you  have  a  study  in  eolor  worth  regarding  twice  or 
more.  And  that  is  what  Sunnie  has  done  for  an  after- 
noon or  date  costume,  though  it  eould  go  charmingly 
into  any  very  well-bred  office.  Notice  how  the  f i  i — t 
joekey  stripe  on  the  bodice  breaks  across  the  V-neck- 
line.  The  skirt  is  straight-lined  with  single  front  and 
back  pleats.  The  little  hat  is  of  burgundy  stitched  felt 
with  navy  blue  ribbon  ami  a  very  wispy  veil.  Sunnie 
wears  beautifully  fashioned  keg-heeled  oxford--,  with 
interesting  perforations,  and  carries  a  flat  blue  bag. 


The  dressy  oxford  is  much 
in  demand,  because  of  com- 
fort and  style.  Here  is  a 
winner  in  elasticized  "mara- 
eain,"  with  a  ladder  front, 
an  open  toe  and  a  saucy- 
bow.  It  features  a  low  keg- 
heel,  and  is  a  good  all-timer 
for  many  varied  occasions. 


This  is  going  to  be  a  corduroy  and  a  velveteen  season, 
^nd  in  such  galaxies  of  color!  These  fabrics,  because 
if  their  pile,  are  wonderful  for  rich  colors.  A  good 
example  of  what  can  be  done  with  corduroy  is  worn  by 
sunnie  in  an  all-day  outfit  for  a  dozen  and  one  pur- 
poses. It  starts  out  with  a  b<;ige,  box-pleated  frock,  but 
.he  jacket  is  the  piece  de  resistance.  The  center  part 
and  sleeves  are  of  jungle  green,  the  small  stripes  band- 
ing the  center  are  beige,  and  yoke  and  broad  bottom 
band  are  salmon.  There  are  nice,  big  pockets  into  which 
;your  hands  slide  comfortably.  Sunnie  is  shod  in  brown 
alligator-embossed   oxfords,    wonderful   for  walking. 


\ou  can't  get  along  with- 
out these  smart  "walkers." 
They're  a  mud-guard  tie 
of  alligator-embossed  calf, 
with  a  college  heel  and  a 
new  rolled  sole.  College 
girls  cry  for  them,  and 
business  girls  say,  "Grand !" 


If  it's  a  big  date,  the  college  boys  want  their  girls 
in  black.  And  for  that  pleasure-after-dark,  there's 
really  nothing  like  it.  You  seem  to  rise  to  the  occa- 
sion when  you're  trim  and  sleek  in  black.  And  so 
Sunnie  rigged  herself  out  in  a  chic,  sophisticated  man- 
ner in  an  outfit  that  seems  to  cry  "Cocktails,  dinner  or 
theater!"  The  frock  is  black  velvet  with  sequins  for 
glitter.  The  neckline  is  that  very  flattering  sweet- 
heart line,  and  the  below-elbow  sleeves  will  be  worn 
with  smart  black  gloves.  The  pleated  brim,  velvet  hat 
has  sequins  and  black  embroidered  pumps  are  worn. 


When  you  look  at  this  pump, 
you  want  to  rumba.  It  is  so 
definitely  marked  for  good 
times  and  your  soft,  dress- 
maker costumes.  It  is  of 
black  elasticized  suede,  with 
an  embroidered  vamp  and  an 
open  toe.  It  is  a  pretty  shoe, 
and  in  black  suede  it  is  the 
dress-up  backbone  of  every 
well  organized  shoe  wardrobe. 


Never  have  we  seen  so  many  good  ensemble  ideas  as 
this  Autumn.  And  if  you  want  to  make  your  wardrobe 
seem  twice  as  full  as  it  actually  is,  you  will  choose  this 
type.  Sunnie  wears  a  good  one— in  beige  and  brown. 
The  wool  dress  is  beige,  with  a  flared  skirt  and  a  bow 
tie,  and  it  is  topped  by  a  fitted,  peplum  jacket  of 
chocolate  brown  gabardine.  Up  to  the  frost-line,  you 
will  wear  the  costume  as  is;  after  that,  the  beige  frock 
goes  under  your  topper.  For  finish,  a  corduroy  hat  in 
beige,  and  harness-stitched  antique  tan  pumps  with  bow. 


A  classic  day-timer  for  almost 
any  type  of  costume.  It  comes 
in  antique  tan  elasticized  calf 
— and  that  antique  finish  is  so 
very  popular  now.  The  heel 
and  toe  are  harness-stitched, 
and  the  stitched,  tailored 
bow  is  just  the  right  touch. 
A  jaunty  foot-flatterer  and 
a  foot-comforter,  all  in  one. 


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v  brown  redingote  walks 
ipon  the  scene,  worn  over 
:  beige  crepe  frock.  The 
•oat  has  the  popular  front 
rullness,  restrained  to  be- 
pw  the  hips  to  accent  the 
mall    waistline,  modified 
3ell  sleeves  and  self-fabric, 
oig  buttons.  Sunnie's  large 
-iat  and  bag  are  of  brown, 
aeige  and  rust  flecked  wool 
F;  brie.  She  carries  brown 
suede  gloves  and  wears  the 
beautiful  new  Puritan  elas- 
ticized  suede  pumps.  The 
pumps  have  an  open-cen- 
ter buckle  of  stitched  suede 
and  open  toe,  both  giving 
■contrast  color  play  to  your 
best  Nylons.  This  Puritan 
bow  pump  illustrates  the 
growing  vogue  and  demand 
for  the  dressy  low-heeler. 
I  As  a   further  thought  on 
your  brown-and-beige  cos- 
tumes for  Autumn,  remem- 
ber your  deep  lipstick  with 
a  note  of  warm,  browny 
harmony.  Good  lip  color. 


AT  LONG  last  Barbara  Stanwyck  and 
1  Bob  Taylor  have  their  own  home. 
Bob's  ranch  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley 
was  traded  in  on  a  new  home  on  Beverly 
Drive,  in  Beverly  Hills.  Barbara's  ranch 
was  bought  by  Jack  Oakie.  At  first  the 
Taylors  had  quite  a  time  getting  settled. 
Furniture  and  knick-knacks  that  were  per- 
fect at  the  ranch,  didn't  fit  in  their  Beverly 
place  at  all.  By  having  leather  things  re- 
covered, etc.,  they  finally  solved  the  prob- 
lem. Bob  is  very  serious  about  his  flying 
these  days.  He's  taking  navigation  lessons 
from  Roger  (Mr.  Ann  Sothern)  Pryor, 
who  is  now  a  full-fledged  instructor. 

"THE  beautiful  ranch  home  of  Clark 
I  Gable  and  Carole  Lombard  is  for  sale. 
The  asking  price  is  reported  to  be  $130,000. 
The  reason?  The  Gables  have  bought  a 
ranch  in  Ventura  county.  They  plan  to 
build  there  and  raise  about  1200  head  of 
cattle.  They'd  like  to  make  only  one  pic- 
ture a  year,  preferably  both  at  the  same 
time.  During  that  period  they'd  rent  an 
apartment  in  Beverly  Hills.  And  once  upon 
a  time  Carole  was  known  as  a  party  girl ! 


EVEN  sophisticated  Hollywood  was  star- 
tled. Basil  Rathbone  walked  into  West- 
more's  beauty  salon  pushing  a  baby  car- 
riage. Quite  unperturbed  the  movie  meanie 
weaved  his  way  in  and  out  of  manicure 
tables  until  he  reached  the  men's  barber 
shop.  Bob  Matz  (who  really  "trims"  Holly- 
wood) is  going  to  have  a  baby.  When  Basil 
heard  the  news,  he  practically  leaped  out 
of  the  chair,  rushed  home  and  raided  his 
own  nursery. 

IN  "PANAMA  HATTIE"  Ann  Sothern 
I  will  do  a  strip  tease.  She's  going  to  get 
pointers  from  Joe  Yule,  Mickey  Rooney's 
dad,  who  used  to  work  in  burlesque.  At 
the  recent  exhibitor's 
convention  in  Holly- 
wood, they  all  but 
carried  Ann  around 
their  shoulders. 
Her  "Maisie"'  pic- 
tures have  done  such 
wonderful  business, 
they  greeted  Ann 
like  a  rich  relation ! 
It  was  a  nice  tribute. 


HERE'S 
HOLLY 


Latest  fashion  note? 
Yes,  indeedy;  date- 
lined  1889,  and  fea- 
turing flush -to -the  - 
floor  hemlines.  The 
ultra-modern  Bette 
Davis,  above,  as  she 
appears  in  her  latest 
vehicle,  "The  Little 
Foxes."  "Lydia"  is 
something  of  a  fam- 
ily affair,  what  with 
Alexander  Korda 
producing  and  wifey 
Merle  Oberon  star- 
ring in  the  title  role. 


ANN  MILLER  should  put  herself  into 
*  the  capable  hands  of  a  good  designer. 
Nice  as  she  is,  Ann  is  hurting  herself  with 
those  white-face  makeups,  huge  floppy  hats, 
too  much  costume  jewelry  and  miscellan- 
eous trappings.  Tourists  in  the  Brown 
Derby  saw  Ann  dining  out  one  night.  They 
called  the  head  waiter  and  asked  if  she 
was  dressed  up  for  a  part  in  a  picture. 

IE  AN  PARKER  bought  up  all  those  new 
*J  colored  stockings  in  Hollywood.  She 
wears  them  in  green,  blue,  lavender  and 
dusty-  pink.  They  look  best  with  all-white 
ensembles.  Jean  also  designed  a  two-piece 
dinner  ensemble  for  herself.  By  removing 
the  skirt  she  reveals  attractive  evening 
shorts.  Jean's  are  pale  green  embroidered 
in  bright  red  sequin  strawberries. 


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¥O0D 


THINGS  aren't  going  so  well  with  the  Lee 
Bowmans.  At  a  Hollywood  party  they 
quarreled.  Lee  told  everyone  present  it  was 
only  a  matter  of  time.  Mutual  friends  re- 
port this  has  happened  before  at  other  par- 
ties. With  no  serious  results.  Perhaps  it  is 
just  one  of  those  first-year's-the-hardest 
things.  We  hope  so. 

pOSALIND  RUSSELL  is  the  busiest  gal 
l>  in  town.  Every  studio  is  trying  to  get 
her.  Hottest  deal  is  Warners'  offer  for 
three  pictures  a  year.  Rozz  still  insists 
she'll  freelance.  Garbo  won't  win  Hazel 
back.  But  la  Russell  loses  her  competent 
colored  maid  just  the  same.  Not  only  is 
she  backing  Hazel  in 
the  leather  business, 
but  Rozz  is  also  a 
stockholder  herself. 
She  signs  all  the 
checks  and  takes 
orders  over  the 
phone.  That's  keeping 
busy,  all  right.  In 
spare  moments  Rosa- 
lind manages  to  go 
places  and  do  things. 


NIVERSAL  were  so  anxious  to  get  a 
renewal  on  Abbott  and  Costello's  con- 
ct,  they  allowed  them  to  write  it  At 
sr  they  were  given  every  desired  privi- 
■re.  The  sensational  comedy  team  will 
«ce  one   outside  picture  a   year.  The 
icios  are  knocking  themselves  out,  seeing 
lich  one  will  get  it. 

EX  is  rearing  its  beautiful  head  out 
Metro  way.  Ingrid  Bergman's  scenes  in 
lr.  Jekyll  and  Mr.  Hyde"  are  so  hot,  other 
irs  sneak  into  the  projection  room  to  get 
peek  at  their  rival.  Word  went  around 
at  she  was  stealing  the  picture.  Spencer 
racy,  who  isn't  too  inspired  at  times — 
ally  got  in  there  and  did  some  tall  troup- 
g.  By  the  way.  Ingrid  is  one  of  the  few 
tresses  who  doesn't  have  to  wear  makeup. 


"Charley's  Aunt"  is 
caught  off  -  g  ua  rd 
looking  more  like 
Charley's  uncle  in 
this — this — say,  Jack 
Benny,  we  thought 
those  things  went 
out  of  style  with  the 
bustle  and  such.  My! 
My!  as  Rochester 
would  say  Now, 
here's  something 
that  needs  no  ex- 
plaining—  not  from 
us,  anyway — other 
than  to  say  it's  cute 
Mary  Anderson,  right. 


YOU'VE  jjot  to  be  "good"  to  have  what 
Martha  Raye's  got.  In  appreciation  for 
her  work  in  "Hold  On  To  Your  Hat.-.,"  Al 
Jolson  presented  her  with  a  sleek,  shiny 
town  car.  Formerly,  Martha  boomed  out 
with  "Oh  Boy,"  if  something  pleased  her. 
She  took  one  look  at  her  new  car,  threw  out 
her  chest  and  bellowed,  "Its  MURDER!" 

RICHARD  BENNETT  (father  of  Joan, 
Connie  and  Barbara)  walked  into  the 
Westside  Tennis  Club.  He  wandered  aim- 
lessly from  room  to  room,  a  bewildered  ex- 
pression on  his  face.  Finally,  someone 
walked  over  to  him  and  asked  if  he  was 
looking  for  something.  "Yes-s,"  came  the 
answer.  "I'm  looking  for  my  daughter — 
Mrs. — a — er — now  what  is  her  new  name!" 
He  finally  found  her  on  the  tennis  court, 
applauding  for  hubby  Gilbert  Roland. 

ANNE  SHIRLEY  denies  that  she's  ex- 
pecting a  second  baby.  And  Anne 
should  know.  Evidently  the  little  Shirley 
must  love  to  go  places.  Suffering  from  an 
ingrown  toe  nail,  she  came  to  Ciro's  with 
a  white  fur  bedroom  slipper  on  one  foot. 
What's  more,  she  got  up  and  danced. 


Short  and  Snappy, 
Up -To -The -Minute 
Gossipy  Flashes 
From    Film  ville 


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WHO'S  whose  in  Hollywood:  Hedda 
Hopper  dreaming  it  up  with  John 
Hambleton,  handsome  New  York  designer. 
Sheila  Ryan  date-testing  with  Eddie  Nor- 
ris.  Rand  Brooks  (he  wants  to  be  a  bull 
fighter)  and  Maureen  O'Hara.  Pat  Dane 
mesmerizing  Cedric  Gibbons.  Pat  Di  Cicco, 
third-finger-left-hand  shopping  with  Betty 
Avery.  Marie  Wilson  with  Nick  Grinde. 
And  Alan  Nixon.  And  Bob  Oliver.  Rudy 
Vallee  at  a  table  for  six,  with  one  Alary 
MacBride.  Phil  (can't  see  you  without  his 
glasses)  Terry,  getting  ready  to  play  house 
with  Susan  (Errol  Flynn  protegee)  Peters. 
Ricardo  Cortez  and  Frances  Farmer,  un- 
inspired diners.  Franchot  Tone  (ho-hum) 
with  Lorraine  Gettman.  Glenn  Ford  top- 
down  driving  with '  Evelyn  Ankers.  Kath- 
ryn  Grayson  and  John  Shelton  at  Beverly 
Tropics.  Bill  Orr  not  giving  an  impersona- 
tion of  Jimmy  Stewart,  with  Olivia  de 
Havilland.  Kay  Francis  (yes,  we've  for- 
gotten the  Baron)  with  Nelson  Seabra, 
from  down  Argentine  way.  Carol  Bruce 
with  Carol  Bruce  at  Dave  Chasens. 

KEEPING  them  in  line :  Greer  Garson's 
black  hat  that  looks  like  an  umbrella. 
Sam  Goldwyn,  Jr.'s  first  job,  cleaning  out 
the  Beverly  Hills  hotel  swimming  pool 
once  a  week.  Frances  Robinson  blaming  a 
Hollywood  columnist  for  nearly  wrecking 
her  romance  with  Robert  Riskin.  Bob  Ster- 
ling's allowance  cut,  now  supporting  "him- 
self and  rumba-ing  with  Garbo.  Brenda 
Marshall  and  Bill  Holden  picking  out  the 
ring  the  day  following  her  final  decree. 
Ann  Sheridan  with  Jean  Negulesco  at 
"Cabin  in  the  Sky."  George  Brent  sending 
okay  by  wireless  from  good  ship  South- 
wind.  Joan  Perry  selecting  white  suit. 
Object  matrimony  with  Columbia  executive 
Harry  Cohn,  now  waiting  for  legal  free- 
dom. Loretta  Young  now  running  own 
home,  budgeting  and  liking  it  for  husband 
Tom  Lewis.  Joan  Leslie  with  gold  bands 
on  her  teeth.  Wayne  Morris  dubbing  the 
charming  Richard  Ainley,  "The  Limey 
Jeffrey  Lynn." 

/^ESAR  ROMERO'S  friends  are  frankly 
puzzled.  Even  his  closest  have  no  idea 
if  he  will  marry  Priscilla  Stillman.  It 
looks  as  if  he  has  had  a  change  of  heart. 
Since  her  divorce  Priscilla  has  become 
more  attractive  by  losing  many  pounds. 
Cesar  wired  her  every  day  when  he  did 
personals  in  New  York.  She  met  him  early 
Sunday  morning  at  the  airport  when  he 
returned.  Her  ex-husband  Bob  Stillman 
is  one  of  Cesar's  closest  friends.  Cesar 
stands  for  a  lot  of  kidding  on  the  subject. 
When  pinned  right  down  to  the  question, 
he  won't  admit  it.  Neither  does  he  deny. 


Bob  Hope  and  Paule+te  Goddard  clowning  in 
"Nothing  But  the  Truth."  Anne  Shirley  receives 
a  tender  kiss  from  James  Craig,  center,  in 
"The  Devil  and  Daniel  Webster."  Paulette 
gets  around,  cinematically,  this  time  with 
Charles    Boyer   in    "Hold    Back  the  Dawn." 

AT  FIRST  even  hospital  attaches  thought 
his  wife  was  going  to  present  Errol 
Flynn  with  twins.  But  Sean  (pronounced 
Shawn)  Flynn  was  a  one  man  attraction. 
The  night  the  baby  was  born,  Errol  went 
from  the  hospital  to  the  Bar  of  Music  to 
celebrate.  When  he  walked  in  the  musicians 
played  "Rock  a  Bye  Baby."  For  once  in 
his  life,  Father  Flynnagan  lost  his  poise 
completely  and  blushed  to  the  roots  of  his 
hair. 

WHEN  the  Fred  MacMurrays  visited 
Montreal,  the  city  really  turned  out. 
Naturally  Fred  was  the  big  attraction.  He 
made  speeches  and  bought  bonds.  But  after 
several  weeks,  he  couldn't  understand  why 
crowds  continued  to  follow  them  down  the 
street.  Finally  he  asked  someone  if  they 
weren't  just  a  little  tired  of  seeing  him. 
"Oh,  we  weren't  w:atching  you,"  was  the 
answer.  "Every  day  your  wife  wears  such 
amazing  new  hats — we  like  to  look  at 
them !" 

IT  WTAS  a  great  day  in  the  life  of  Joan 
>  Crawford.  For  daughter  Christine's  sec- 
ond birthday  Joan  invited  the  children  of 
Fred  Astaire,  Sally  Blane  and  Norman 
Foster,  Douglas  MacPhail,  Robert  Donat, 
Lawrence  Olivier,  Ray  Milland,  George 
Murphy  and  many  others.  There  was  a  real 
merry-go-round,  ponies  to  ride,  an  ice 
cream  wagon  and  a  clown  who  did  magic 
tricks.  All  the  kiddies  stayed  for  supper. 
Cream  of  wheat,  strained  spinach  and  milk 
was  the  choice  menu.  At  odd  moments 
Joan  kept  disappearing  from  the  room. 
Upstairs  her  new  adopted  son  named 
Christopher,  had  just  arrived.  A  "preview" 
was  held  after  supper. 

TO  WELCOME  them  to  Hollywood, 
I  Eddie  Stevenson,  RKO  designer,  took 
Signe  Hasso  and  Michele  Morgan  out  to 
dinner.  For  Signe's  sake  Eddie  suggested 
they  start  with  soup  and  salad  at  the  "Bit 
O'  Sweden."  For  Michele,  the  balance  of 
the  dinner  at  a  charming  little  French 
restaurant  on  the  Sunset  strip.  As  a  grand 
finale,  coffee  and  dessert  at  the  Schehere- 
zade.  When  he  told  Hollywood's  newest 
importations  his  plans,  they  almost  cried 
with  disappointment.  They  wanted  to  dine 
at  a  drive-in  ! 


GENE  RAYMOND  said  it  with  silk  on 
their  fourth  wedding  anniversary. 
Every  hour  of  the  day,  Jeanette  MacDon- 
ald  received  a  carefully  wrapped  package. 
The}'  contained,  stockings,  panties,  bras- 
sieres, a  silk  beanie,  night  gowns  and  some 
corn  silk  with  a  note  warning,  "not  good 
for  smoking."  For  her  role  in  "Smilin' 
Through,"  Jeanette  is  being  coached  by 
Jane  Cowl.  Coming  but  to  Hollywood  on 
the  train,  the  famous  stage  star  told  fellow 
travelers  she  hadn't  the  vaguest  idea  as  to 
why  they  had  sent  for  her.  For  some 
strange  reason,  M-G-M  didn't  want  to  pub- 
licize it. 

THE  set  of  "Ladies  In  Retirement"  is  a 
good  place  for  a  guy  with  a  butter  fly 
net.  Most  of  the  cast  play  fugitives  from 
a  padded  cell.  Between  shots  they  lock 
themselves  in  their  individual  dressing 
room,  to  retain  the  eerie  mood.  Getting  Ida 
Lupino,  Louis  Hayward,  Elsa  Lancaster 
and  Edith  Barratt  (she's  Mrs.  Vincent 
Price  in  private  life — reports  say  she's 
terrific)  back  onto  the  set  in  a  hurry  again 
is  quite  a  problem  to  the  poor  assistant 
director.  To  save  time — he  just  stands 
outside  their  dressing-room  doors — and 
plays  a  flute !  They  all  come  scurrying  out 
like  mice. 


Charles  Laughton,  Robert  Cummings  and 
angel-voiced  Deanna  Durbin  in  "Almost  An 
Angel."  We  will  fictionize  this  next  month. 


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P   WONDER   movie   stars   hate  to 
'iave  visitors  on  the  set.  Joan  Fontaine 
suffering  from  a  sore  throat  while 
dug  "Before  The  Fact."  To  keep  from 
ing  up  production,  instead  of  going  to 
dressing  room,  Joan  sent  for  a  pan 
some  mouth  wash.  Just  as  she  was  in 
nidst  of  gargling  daintily,  there  in  front 
er  stood  a  group  of  out  of  town  movie 
.  They  stared  as  if  it  were  the  first 
[  they  were  aware  that  movie  stars  are 
human  after  all. 

JLLYWOOD  telegraph  companies 
should  send  Judy  Garland  a  handsome 

<ling  present.  When  Judy  announced 
engagement  to  Dave  Rose,  over  two 

j  sand  telegrams  were  sent  to  her  by 

pids  and  fans. 

REER   GARSOX  is  an  individualist 
and  doesn't  care  who  knows  it.  Her 
!,le  ..in  home  decoration  wouldn't  warm 
I  heart  of  decorator  Bill  Haines,  but  the 
\%  with  the  red  hair  loves  it.  Greer's 
!   is  the  blackest  of  black  wood,  with 
rved  gold  decorations.  Over  the  white 
:n  spread  rests  a  jaguar  skin.  Above  the 
aboard  is  a  huge  array  of  curly  white 
rich  plumes.  Next  to  the  bed  a  bird  cage 
;d  with  artificial  camellias. 


'  I  gorgeously  glamorous  at  the  age  of  42 
srs  young,  Gloria  Swanson  makes  a  movie 
ne-back  in  RKO's  "Father  Takes  a  Wife." 


"The  Great  Man's  Lady,"  with  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck and  Brian  Donlevy,  left.  Well-titled, 
Paramount.  Eva  Gabor  and  Richard  Arlen, 
center,  featured  in  "Forced  Landing."  What 
has  John  Barrymore  got  that  you  haven't? 
Frances   Farmer  and   Virginia    Dale   is  right. 


THE  inimitable  Helen  Broderick  tells 
this  story'-  She  was  sitting  in  the  Brown 
Derby.  Across  from  her  were  two  eager 
tourists  who  were  out  to  see  movie  stars. 
Dorothy  Lamour  came  in  and  sat  down. 
One  tourist  recognized  her.  The  other 
didn't.  "Why,  that's  Dorothy  Lamour." 
said  the  first  impatiently.  "I'm  surprised 
you  didn't  know  her."  "Well,"  said  the 
second.  "It's  the  first  time  I  ever  saw  her 
with  her  hair  up — and  her  dresses  down!" 

TAY  GARXETT.  the  celebrated  director, 
I  has  his  beautiful  home  up  for  sale.  Re- 
cently a  real  estate  man  wanted  to  show  a 
prospective  buyer  through  the  place.  There 
was  one  stipulation,  however.  Everyone  but 
one  servant  to  take  them  around,  must 
leave  the  premises.  The  buyer  didn't  want 
to  be  seen.  Temptation  was  just  too  great. 
Airs.  Garnett  put  on  her  maid's  cap  and 
apron.  Soon  the  mystery  was  solved.  When 
she  answered  the  door — there  stood  Greta 
Garbo. 

[IKE  all  intelligent  stars,  Fred  MacMurray 
I— has  an  allowance.  Every  week  his  busi- 
ness manager  gives  him  twenty-five  dol- 
lars for  spending  money.  Hollywood  keeps 
Fred  so  busy  and  his  desires  are  so  simple, 
he's  carrying  around  uncashed  checks  that 
were  issued  last  January.  It  pays  to  be 
a  MacMurray. 

FOR  years  Ann  Sothern  yearned  to  see 
the  famous  azalea  gardens  in  Charles- 
ton. Finally,  she  planned  to  stop  by  on 
her  return  from  Xew  York.  When  she 
arrived  in  Charleston,  the  city  turned  out 
en  masse.  More  delay.  After  long  last  she 
was  free  to  feast  her  eyes  on  the  floral 
display.  Excitedly  Ann  arrived  at  one  of 
the  more  famous  farms.  There  she  ran 
into  the  "Reap  The  Wild  Wind"  com- 
pany. They  had  come  on  from  Hollywood 
to  take  special  shots  of  the  flowers  for 
C.  B.  De  Milie.  Because  it  was  a  tech- 
nicolor picture,  they  had  sprayed  the 
leaves  with  brighter  green  paint.  Brighter 
colored  artificial  flowers  had  been  attached 
because  they  photographed  better  than  the 
real  thing.  Ann  Sothern  still  hopes  some- 
day to  see  the  famous  gardens  in  Charles- 
ton. 


BELIEVE  it  or  not,  two  chorus  boys  re- 
hearsing for  the  Fred  Astaire-Rita 
Hayworth  picture  are  knitting  sox  during 
their  rest  periods.  One  day  a  chorus  girl 
cracked :  "Who  are  you  knitting  those 
for — Jimmy  Stewart?"  The  boys  are  still 
burning.  Knitting,  they  will  have  you 
know,  is  not  reserved  exclusively  for  the 
female  of  the  species.  Many  a  rugged  male 
likes  to  knit  one,  purl  one — in  privacy. 

THAT  new  Xorthridge  rancho  owned  by 
'  Desi  Arnaz  and  Lucille  Ball  is  a  dog's 
idea  of  heaven.  When  they  moved  in,  Desi 
and  Lucille  Ball  gave  a  housewarm- 
ing.  In  answer  to  requests,  they  said  they 
preferred  trees  to  any  other  kind  of  gift. 
So  trees  of  every  kind  and  color  arrived. 
George  Murphy's  tree  was  the  most 
unique  of  all.  George  brought  a  "hat  tree." 

AT  THE  garden  party  given  for  the 
i  British  War  Relief,  Hollywood  stars 
outdid  each  other  with  original  floral  beds. 
Anna  May  Wong's  was  a  Chinese  garden. 
Sir  Cedric  Hardwicke  had  a  real  bomb 
shelter,  with  vegetables  growing  on  top. 
When  Rosalind  Russell  walked  in.  Gene 
Markey  took  one  look  at  her  new  hat  and 
said :  "Well,  I've  seen  all  the  gardens. 
But  you  are  the  only  one  n-caring  your 
exhibit !" 

THE  Hays  office  aren't  taking  any 
chances  with  Jack  Oakie.  In  "Navy 
Blues"  Jack  sings  a  number  called.  "When 
are  we  gonna  land  abroad."  The  title  will 
be  okayed — providing  that  Jack  sings  it 
straight,  without  any  eye  rolling  or  double 
meanings ! 

IIOLLYWOOD  is  that  amused  watch- 
'  I  ing  Marlene  Dietrich.  When  she  knew 
she  was  meeting  Jean  Gabin  at  a  party, 
la  Dietrich  arrived  done  up  to  the  teeth 
in  glamor  trappings.  Gabin  accepted  the 
introduction  and  went  right  on  listening 
to  Bing  Crosby  recordings.  Then  someone 
told  Marlene  that  the  famous  French  star 
liked  simplicity.  That's  why  he  always 
appeared  in  those  down-to-earth  pictures. 
The  next  time  Marlene  met  Gabin  she 
didn't  have  a  single  jewel.  Not  a  veil. 
Not  a  snitch  of  silver  fox.  Now  she  and 
Gabin  are  seen  here  and  there  in  Holly- 
wood. And  each  time  Marlene  dresses 
more  and  more  like  the  females  in  Gabin's 
pictures ! 

IOEL  McCREA  can  well  afford  to  be 
J  independent.  He  just  sold  his  first  crop 
of  wild  barley  for  $1500.  And  in  Holly- 
wood, that  ain't  hay! 


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YEAR 
IN 

HOLLYWOOD! 

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right  clothes)  as  Georgia  Carroll,  the  tall, 
peaches-and-cream  outstanding  model  of 
the  age ;  or  as  cute  as  Jinx  Falkenburg,  the 
thrilling  billboard  and  magazine  girl  who 
is  out  to  capture  a  real  place  in  pictures ; 
or  any  of  the  attractive  newcomers  such 
as  Lucia  Carroll,  or  Marguerite  Chapman, 
or  Peggy  Diggins — and  are  urging  you  to 
be  on  your  way. 

As  like  as  not  they've  been  overtaken 
by  the  old  fable  that  models  get  $50  an 
hour,  rain  or  shine.  And  they  ride  you  be- 
cause they  think  you  ought  to  be  off  pluck- 
ing $50  bills  instead  of  enjoying  yourself 
on  your  pappy's  porch.  Well-meaning 
friends  can  often  get  you  into  an  awful  lot 
of  trouble,  I  might  warn  you  right  here, 
especially  where  the  subject  of  what  is 
beautiful  is  concerned.  There  is  the  biggest 
difference  in  the  world  between  being 
merely  "pretty"  and  being  really  "beauti- 
ful," and  nothing  in  the  professional  world 
is  more  pathetic  than  just  an  ordinary, 


scarcely  attractive  "protege"  being  bandied 
around  by  some  fatuous  older  friend  or 
relative  with  an  untrained  eye.  But  on  the 
other  hand,  there  is  frequently  the  chance 
that,  provided  a  girl  has  all  the  necessary 
requirements  that  a  successful  model  must 
have,  the  friends  are  right ! 

There  is  great  leeway  in  what  people 
consider  beauty.  Study  your  own  face  care- 
fully. Go  to  see  the  best  beauty  specialist 
that  is  within  reach  of  the  family  jaloppy. 
There  must  be  some  one  within  the  county, 
or  you  might  wait  until  some  New  York 
specialist  comes  out  for  a  week  of  beauty 
lecturing  at  some  local  store.  Get  her  to 
tell  you  the  honest  truth.  If  you  are  not 


From  model  to  movie  idol  reads 
the  saga  of  Frank  Swann's  success, 
at  top  right  with  Arleen  Whelan. 
Frank,  you  learn  here  for  the  first 
time,  is  also  an  attorney-at-law. 


It  was  not  beauty  alone 
that  won  Ruth  Warrick  a 
coveted  role  in  "Citizen 
Kane";  it  was  ability. 
Right,  a  scene  from  same 
and,  extreme  right,  Ruth 
before  fame.  From  model 
ranks,  these  six  sweeties, 
above,  Lorraine  Gettman, 
Marguerite  Chapman, 
Alexis  Smith,  Georgia 
Carroll,  Kay  Aldridge  and 
Peggy  Diggins  were 
chosen  for  "Navy  Blues" 
by  the  best  judges  of  fem- 
inine pulchritude — Uncle 
Sam's  Gobs.  And  can  our 
sailor    boys    pick  'em! 

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Esquir*  Globe 


cheduled  for  big  places,  get  a  fair  evalu- 
jtion  which  will  help  you  find  a  happy 
mailer  one. 

There  is  only  one  chance  in  10.000 — so 
bey  say — that  you  could  become  a  Georgia 
Carroll.  There  is  just  about  as  little  chance 
hat  you  could  ever  give  Jinx  Falkenburg 
l|iiy  real  competition.  They  are  America's 
kvb  ace  models.  One  in  10.000  is  supposed 
p  be  the  proportion  of  A-plus  Superlatives 
mong  the  thousands  upon  thousands  who 
cng  to  get  to  the  top.  One  in  1000  is  rated 
.-  A-extra  good. 

Yet  no  one  knows  quite  why  all  of  a 
udden  some  plain  little  goof  of  a  girl  may 
i^.ossom  into  a  flower.  That  stubborn  cow- 
jck  on  your  brow  may  become  a  beauty 
point,  or  the  cleft  in  your  chin  may  over- 
sight be  seen  as  a  mark  of  fascination,  in- 
stead of  something  for  the  family  to  poke 
jun  at!  Even  a  pair  of  blissful  freckles 
'hat  won't  come  off,  nestling  on  your 
ihoulder  when  they  are  out  of  season  and 
nard  to  find — may  make  you  a  catch  finan- 
jpally  worth  finding. 

And  the  truth  about  the  remuneration  in 
[his  field  is  nothing  for  a  gal — or  boy — to 
sneeze  at,  even  though  $50  bills  do  not 
grow  on  each  golden  hour,  and  there  are 
d000  or  6000  aspirants  who  do  not  make 
me  grade  to  300  successful  ones  who  do 
sn  New  York  alone.  It  is  a  very  pleasant 
field  for  a  girl,  and  a  filler-in  for  men. 

The  average  pay  for  "top"  models  in  the 
lighest  paying  centers  like  New  York  and 
Chicago  is  $5,  $10  and  $15  an  hour,  when 
the  work  is  on  an  hourly  basis.  Often  these 
models  get  two  or  three  pieces  of  work  a 
day — averaging  from  $75  to  $225  a  week. 
There  are  frequently  extra  special  jobs  for 
the  most  famous  and  well  known  glamor 
girls  that  may  actually  equal  far  more 
than  $25  or  even  $50  an  hour.  Beauty  pays 
well  while  the  sun  shines.  Models  usually 
do  various  kinds  of  work — such  as  model- 
ing clothes,  posing  for  advertising  pictures, 
magazine  covers,  illustrations,  etc.  There  is 
a  less  lucrative — but  more  certain,  perhaps 
—type  of  work  in  specialty  shops,  depart- 
ment stores,  etc.,  where  models  receive 
from  $18  to  $50  a  week,  depending  on  the 
quality  and  size  of  the  store.  Mail  order 
hi  uses  also  use  many  models  for  cuts  for 
their  catalogues.  There  is  always  a  chance 
throughout  the  field  for  special  pay  for 
extra-specially  artistic  or  difficult  work. 

Linda  Darnell  is  the  shining  example  of 
the  intelligent,  practical  girl  who  has 
earned  her  way  to  success  and  fame  by 
taking  the  opportunities  which  lie  close  at 
hand.  Of  course,  you  may  object,  since 


It  wasn't  many  moons  ago  when  Linda 
Darnell  was  a  "clothes  horse" — but  look  at 
her  now!  Mickey  Rooney,  who  isn't  exactly 
myopic  when  it  comes  to  beauty,  squints 
at  Linda  for  keener  appreciation.  Model 
girl  meets  model  boy  and  the  result  is  a 
date  after  modeling  hours.  Above  left, 
Georgia  Carroll  and  escort  ready  for  fun. 
Another  eye-filling  view,  below,  of  Holly- 
wood's   new    and    lovely    model  recruits. 

Linda  was  raised  in  Dallas,  Texas,  the  ac- 
knowledged home  and  center  of  more  beau- 
tiful women  than  any  town  of  its  size  in 
this  country,  that  the  cards  were  stacked 
in  her  favor.  Anyway,  the  smooth  and  un- 
ruffled work  with  which  she  astonished 
people  in  "Elsa  Maxwell's  Hotel  for 
Women"  at  Twentieth  Century-Fox  in 
August,  1938,  had  been  seasoned  and  dis- 
ciplined by  steady  work  for  several  years 
as  a  fashion  model  in  Dallas  department 
stores.  ( She  says  she  used  to  frequently 
see  Georgia  Carroll,  who  had  come  to  the 
city  from  Blooming  Grove.)  It  had  been 


contributed  to  by  appearances  at  the  South- 
western Style  Shows  for  Spring  and 
Autumn.  And  it  had  been  raised  to  a  high 
pitch  by  the  exactions  of  the  Greater  Pan 
American  Exposition  in  Dallas  in  1938, 
which  brought  the  whole  world,  including 
Billy  Rose,  there  for  her  to  model  before. 
Twentieth  Century-Fox  talent  scouts  posed 
her  in  a  screen  test,  then  decided  she  was 
still  too  young  to  be  presented  to  the  pub- 
lic on  the  screen.  A  year  later  they  tested 
her  again — and  you  know  with  what  glory 
she  has  since  pursued  her  star-dusty  career. 

But  it  is  not  necessary  to  come  to  New 
York  or  a  big  center  to  be  a  successful 
model.  Many  crossroads  shops  use  living 
mannequins,  today.  Every  section  of  the 
country  holds  beauty  contests,  fashion  and 
bathing  beauty  tournaments  with  local  girls 
competing.  This  is  a  modern  American 
way  of  doing  things,  and  we  like  it. 

The  supply  of  "top"  models  is  built  up 
largely  of  girls  who  have  been  prize  win- 
ners in  local  contests,  by  college  girls  who 
have  a  flair  for  dress,  etc.,  debutantes,  too. 


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Many  of  them  are  girls  and  boys  studying 
art,  or  starting  out  in  the  radio  or  music 
fields.  Some  exceptional  girls  have  reached 
the  annual  beauty  show  at  Atlantic  City, 
which  draws  entries  from  all  over  the  coun- 
try, and  demands  a  display  of  talent  as  well 
as  looks  in  competitors. 

Betty  Avery,  a  lithesome  Tulsa,  Okla- 
homa, girl  who  plays  the  piano  and  sings, 
composes  music  and  dances  divinely,  was  a 
runner-up  for  the  title  of  "Miss  America" 
in  1938.  Frances  Burke,  "Miss  America" 
for  1940,  has  sung  with  several  orchestras 
of  National  fame.  Both  have  worked  in 
the  fashion  subjects  I  direct  for  Fox- 
Movietone  Newsreel,  and  which  I  am  pres- 
ently going  to  tell  you  about.  I  saw  them 
first  on  the  Atlantic  City  runway,  where  I 
frequently  am  a  judge.  Mary  Joyce  Walsh 
— another  girl  in  my  "flock" — had  won  the 
title  of  "Miss  Miami"  and  "Miss  Florida" 
before  going  seriously  to  work.  She  was 
persuaded  by  her  sorority  sisters,  who 
thought  her  a  simply  swell  looker,  to  enter 
the  contests.  Both  she  and  Betty  Avery 
are  now  in  Hollywood. 

In  fact,  fashion  modeling — once  you  have 
mastered  its  technique — is  like  typing.  You 
can  take  it  with  you  anywhere,  and  it  is 
surprising  the  doors  it  may  open  for  you, 
including  Hollywood. 

What  are  the  "necessary  requirements 
that  every  girl  who  hopes  to  succeed  as  a 
model  must  have?"  I  sit  in  a  position  where 
I  can  pretty  well  check  up  on  the  model 
situation,  because  it  is  my  pleasant  duty 
to  hire  anywhere  from  four  to  six  or  eight 
of  the  world's  most  lovely  and  famous 
models  almost  every  week  of  my  life  for 
tiny  minute-and-a-half  dramas  of  hats  and 
frocks  and  Alaskan  seal  muffs  and  other 


Red-haired,  divinely  formed  Susan  Hayward, 
pride  of  Brooklyn,  New  York,  also  hails  from 
the  model  ranks.  Susan's  rise  as  a  thespian 
is  really  spectacular.  Pretty  Peggy  Diggins', 
above,  Irish  eyes  are  smiling  because  she  is 
on  the  road  to  stardom.  Peggy  can't  miss. 

frills  and  furbelows  for  Fox-Movietone 
News.  When  I  produce  a  Technicolor 
Fashion  Forecast  or  a  special  one-reel 
"short,"  as  I  did  about  Lillian  Russell  and 
her  tempestuous  wardrobe  not  so  long  ago, 
I  use  from  20  to  30  models,  both  men  and 
girls. 

Every  outstanding  professional  beauty  in 
New  York,  I  suppose,  including  Georgia 
Carroll,  Kay  Williams,  Cecilia  Meagher, 
Anita  Colby,  Susann  Shaw,  and  other  love- 
lies who  are  now  on  the  West  Coast,  has 
worked  for  me  at  some  time  or  other. 
There  are  at  least  200  girls  and  25  men 
upon  whom  I  draw  regularly.  Some  of 
them  are  furnished  me  by  agents.  So  many 
of  them  I  have  found  myself  that  some  of 
my  friends  refer  to  me  good-naturedly  as 
"the  Number  One  Talent  Scout  of  Amer- 
ica." 

I  will  tell  you  the  points  I  look  for  and 
must  have  in  models  I  select  for  the  fashion 
subjects  I  direct,  which  I  advise  you  to  see 
and  study  if  you  have  any  thoughts  soaring 
screenward,  and  if  you  like  to  see  beautiful 
people  in  action. 

1.  Beauty.  A  model  for  motion  picture 
purposes  must  have  perfect,  flawless  fea- 
tures, exquisite  skin,  lustrous  hair  and 
wonderful  eyes — because  these  are  the 
focus  points  of  the  camera.'  Beauty  is  more 
or  less  a  static  quality,  photogenically 
speaking.  It  means  perfection  of  line  and 
contour,  balance  and  proportion  of  fea- 
tures, and  harmonious  coloring. 

2.  Refinement  and  Breeding.  As  when 
found  anywhere,  they  raise  the  tone  and 
value  of  the  subject. 

3.  Personality  and  Intelligence.  Some 
judges  place  these  very  important  require- 


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a  Carroll,  above,  you  will  notice  without 
calling  it  to  your  attention,  looks  super- 
'3d  from  all  angles.  Hollywood  noticed  it 
.  Alice  Talton,  right,  will  have  the  spotlight 
■Ted    on    her    elegant   face    and    torso  in 
jrners'  "Navy  Blues,"  the  model-filled  film. 

rts  on  a  par  with,  or  above,  beauty.  To 
they  come  third.  Personality  is  dyna- 
t.  It  lights  the  features  and  gives  them 
rkle  and  charm.  It  may  even  top  beauty 
fashion  presentations  with  living  man- 
|uins — but  before  the  lense  of  the  cam- 
I  consider  beauty  to  come  first.  Intel- 
ence  comes  right  through  on  the  screen. 
'I.  Grace  and  Poise.  These  go  without 
'ing  as  a  "must"'  for  pictures  that  move. 

Knowledge  of  clothes,  and  good 
doming. 

Georgia  Carroll  receives  her  perfect  rat- 
(e  from  her  great  beauty  of  face  and 
'iure,  her  delightful  smile,  pleasant  per- 

lality,  grace  and  evidences  of  fine  breed- 
IE  She  possesses  all  of  my  requirements, 
-nd  those  of  everybody  else.)  Her  teeth 
■i  especially  white  and  even,  which  is  ab- 

utely  obligatory  before  the  nosey  little 
6ps  of  the  camera,  in  these  days  of  the 

an  Crawford  ear-to-ear  smile.  (You  can 
We  a  cap  made  for  a  recalcitrant  toothy, 
jwever,  and  carry  it  around  with  you  in 
:>ld-fashioned  snuff  box  to  slip  on  at 

portent  moments,  as  a  model  I  know 
fes.)  Miss  Carroll's  poise  and  intelligence 

e  marked,  as  is  her  good  nature.  And 
ft  she  is  a  charming  actress  you  have 
ready  seen  in  "Ziegfeld  Girl,"  "Mr.  and 
Mfe.  Smith,"  "Maisie  Was  a  Lady,"  and 

'hey  Met  in  Argentina."  She  now  has  a 

ntract  with  Warner  Brothers,  where  she 

working  in  "Navy  Blues." 

The  vogue  of  the  extra-tall  model,  of 
■  'arse,  everybody  knows,  but  that  does  not 

ive  the  short  girl  out  of  things  alto- 

Ither.  I  use  small  girls  frequently  for 
-  liege  styles.   I  call  them  "cutie  pies." 

owever,  height  is  what  is  demanded  in 


modeling  very  smart  clothes.  Following  is 
my  average  scale  of  measurements. 
Average  Measurements 
(For  Girls) 
Size— 12  to  14. 

Height— 5  ft.  8  in.  to  5  ft.  9  in.  (with- 
out heels). 

Weight — 115  pounds  to  123  pounds. 

Bust — 34  in.  to  35  in. 

Hips — 34  in.  to  3S'A  in. 

Waist— 24  in.  to  26  in. 

The  perfect  model  is  supposed  to  meas- 
ure almost  the  same  .in  bust  and  hips,  one 
inch  more  in  the  hips  being  considered  per- 
fect The  waist  is  supposed  to  be  10  inches 
less  than  the  hips.  Georgia  Carroll,  being 
5  ft.  7'A  inches  in  her  stocking  feet,  is  one- 
half  inch  shorter  than  my  average  fashion 
model.  Five  feet  6  inches  is  a  popular 
height. 

With  men  models,  the  ideal  to  be  ac- 
complished is  that  of  a  manly,  straight- 
forward type. 

Average  Measurements 
(For  Men) 

Height — 5  ft.  10  in.  to  6  ft.  2  in. 

Weight — 160  pounds  to  185  pounds. 

Chest — 30  in.  to  33  in. 

Waist— 38  in.  to  42  in. 

In  handling  my  fashion  subjects,  I  show 
the  styles  in  the  form  of  dramatizations  or 
stories,  instead  of  merely  as  a  traditional 
fashion  parade.  I  try  to  give  the  models  an 
opportunity  to  do  a  little  acting,  as  model- 
ing is  limited  to  very  definite  routine  move- 
ments calculated  to  display  clothes  to  ad- 
vantage. 

Since  many  of  these  youngsters  are  study- 
ing for  the  theater,  or  have  played  in  col- 
lege dramatic  clubs  or  in  summer  stocks, 
they  like  appearing  in  these  pictures  of 


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Waikiki,  land  of  sunshine,  romance,  music  and  pineapple.  Definitely  pineapple  juice.  As 
for  romance,  ask  Judy  Canova  about  that.  She  upped  and  married  sudden-like  while 
vacationing  in  the  vacation  paradise.  Judy's  serenading  Gene  Smith  and  Johnnie  Makua. 


mine  and  do  excellent  work.  The  pictures 
are  shown  in  the  leading  theaters,  and  the 
models  consider  them  one  of  the  best  pos- 
sible methods  of  coming  to  the  attention  of 
the  movie  bigwigs.  Frank  Swann,  a  youth 
who  went  to  Hollywood  straight  from  my 
set,  was  formerly  president  of  The  Pier- 
rots, a  dramatic  club  of  the  University  of 
Illinois.  Jack  Lueddecke  was  sent  to  me 
by  the  University  of  Miami,  where  he  was 
taking  dramatic  work. 

For  several  years  now,  various  com- 
panies, especially  Twentieth  Century-Fox, 
have  been  sending  certain  of  these  young 
people  to  the  Coast.  Phyllis  Brocks,  that 
pretty  brown-eyed  thing  who  was  seen  in 
"Panama  Hattie"  on  the  New  York  stage 
last  season,  and  Priscilla  Lawson  were  the 
first  two  girl  models  who  had  worked  for 
me  to  be  sent.  Stanley  Hughes,  Michael 
Whalen,  and  Alan  Curtis  were  the  first 
boys.  That  was  before  1940.  Kay  Aldridge, 
Georgia  Carroll,  Ruth  Warrick,  Frank 
Swann  and  Elyse  Knox  went  out  after 
that. 

But  this  year,  whoops !  Six  of  my  pret- 
tiest gals  were  shipped  out  to  Hollywood 
in  one  fell  swoop  to  appear  with  Don 
Ameche,  Alice  Faye  and  Carmen  Miranda 
in  "That  Night  in  Rio."  Five  of  them 
were  tall — and  one  was  a  "cutie  pie."  Here 
they  are :  Roseanne  Murray,  Lillian  Eg- 
gers,  Mary  Joyce  Walsh,  Betty  Avery, 
Marion  Rosamonde,  and  Bunny  Hartley. 
One  is  a  red  head,  one  has  titian  locks, 
two  are  brunettes  and  only  two  are  blondes. 

These  striking  girls  have  been  used  to 
enhance  several  other  pictures  including 
the  new  musical,  "Moon  Over  Miami." 
The  gorgeous  gray-eyed  Roseanne  Murray, 
New  York  colleen  with  copper-red  hair, 
red  eyebrows  and  Irish  eyes,  had  a  line 
in  "The  Cowboy  and  the  Blonde."  Since 
1935  she  has  been  constantly  at  work  to 
improve  her  acting.  I  feel  like  a  mother 
whose  baby  has  had  its  first  tooth  !  Because 
Roseanne — and  all  of  these  girls — have 
worked  with  me  in  various  pictures,  and 
some  have  gone  on  picturemaking  trips, 
and  I  have  watched  their  progress. 

But  you  don't  need  me  to  tell  you  that 
1941  has  been  a  big  "model"  year  in  Hol- 
lywood— the  biggest  in  the  history  of  the 
films. 

What  else  could  you  say  for  the  year 
70 


that  bags  that  six  foot  five  "he"  sailorman 
Stirling  Hayden,  who  is  now  stopping 
traffic  wherever  he  shows  his  blond  head? 
He  modeled  six  months  in  New  York, 
showing  collars  and  clothes  and  even  some- 
thing to  make  a  gentleman's  hair  stay  in 
place,  before  his  epoch-making  debut  for 
Paramount  in  "Virginia"  with  Madeleine 
Carroll  and  Fred  MacMurray. 

And  ever  since  "Ziegfeld  Girl"  gave 
away  the  secret  of  how  to  do  the  "Manne- 
quin Strut"  I'll  wager  that  thousands  of 
you  gals  all  over  the  country  have  been 
slinking  up  and  down  the  house  a  la  Lana 
Turner  and  Judy  Garland  with  a  book  on 
your  heads,  and  your  cute  little  derrieres 
tucked  in  smooth  under  your  hips. 

Right  here  let  me  pause  to  say,  that  if 
you  have  acquired  any  mastery  over  the 
"Mannequin  Strut"  you  may  be  smarter 
than  you  know.  This  walk  is  the  basis  of 
the  fashion  parade,  and  is  as  necessary  to 
the  mannequin  as  the  A.B.C.'s  are  to  the 
typist.  It  is  taught  in  all  the  model  schools, 
which  require  an  hour's  practice  of  it  daily 
in  all  their  students.  (That  is  partly  what 
the  $200  or  $300  tuition  fee  is  for.)  The 
procedure  is  to  select  an  8  x  10  book,  and 
follow  a  crack  in  the  floor  up  and  down 
ten  times  without  resting.  If  you  do  so 
without  spilling  the  book,  you  are  promis- 
ing material. 

"Books  both  on  top  of  and  inside  the 
head,"  is  a  rule  I  tell  every  girl  who  asks 
my  advice.  Practice  in  balancing  a  book  de- 
velops beauty  of  neck  and  shoulders,  while 
reading  (you  can't  get  too  much)  gives 
interest  to  the  face  and  mind.  Take  model- 
ing as  a  means  to  a  greater  understanding 
of  life,  rather  than  merely  an  end  in  itself. 
Then  it  will  not  be  so  awfully  serious  if 
you  do  not  reach  "tops." 

"Fannies  in"  is  another  rule  for  manne- 
quins which  is  very  stern  indeed.  A  smooth 
back  is  necessary  for  satisfactory  line  and 
chic,  whether  you  are  a  model  or  not. 
Also  "Tummies  out  of  sight." 

I  thought  of  the  importance  of  spirit  and 
fine  bearing  recently  when  I  saw  Ruth 
Warrick,  that  charming  contrast  of  dark 
hair  and  white  skin  who  had  made  her  first 
screen  appearance  in  one  of  my  fashion 
subjects,  in  what  has  been  called  the  out- 
standing picture  of  the  year.  This  was 
Orson  Welles'  "Citizen  Kane"  in  which 


she  played  the  first  Mrs.  Kane. 

Always  dashing  and  stunning  lookii 
Miss  Warrick's  personality  made  such 
impression  on  Mr.  Welles  when  he  n 
her  at  a  party  in  New  York  that  he  hit 
her  on  the  spot.  At  any  rate,  he  asked  1 
to  have  a  screen  test  made,  and  then  hii 
her.  She  has  since  completed  her  secc 
picture  at  the  RKO  lot. 

Elyse  Knox  is  also  one  of  "my"  mod 
with  wonderful  grace  and  photoge 
beauty  of  face.  She  is  one  of  the  lead: 
photographic  models  today.  And  what 
time  Twentieth  Century-Fox  had  gett 
that  dove-eyed  beauty  to  leave  New  Y< 
and  go  West !  They  had  fallen  in  love  w 
a  close-up  of  her  in  a  wedding  veil,  wh 
finished  a  fashion  subject.  But  si 
worked  too  hard  to  get  to  the  place  wh 
she  earned  $300  or  $400  a  week  model 
in  the  East  to  take  a  chance  with  mov 
Then,  you  may  be  surprised  to  hear 
the  salary  she  was  offered  as  a  novice 
pictures  was  very  much  below  par.  Wr 
is  one  reason  why  Dorothy  Temple  j 
other  highly  paid  models  turn  up  tl 
noses  when  you  say  films. 

Finally,  after  she  had  eluded  them  a  I  j 
time,  the  Fox  talent  scouts,  the  houi 
tracked  her  to  a  hospital  one  day  and  [ 
suaded  her  to  sign  on  the  dotted  line  w 
she  was  too  weak  to  resist!  "Footli ! 
Fever,"  RKO  production,  was  the  last 
ture  I  recall  seeing  her  in,  but  she  se< 
to  have  become  reconciled  to  Hollywi j 
She  is  also  doing  considerable  posing ! 
the  side. 

People  frequently  ask  me  if  I  believe  1 
luck  has  anything  to  do  with  the  "bre: 
a  person  gets  in  this  modeling  field, 
answer  is  "yes" — or  at  least  the  thing  r 
people  call  luck.  Others  may  define  i: 
"being  in  the  right  place  at  the  right  tii ' 
or  "being  ready  for  a  thing  when  it  co 
along." 

The  wedding  gown  which  put  E 
Knox  over  in  such  a  big  way,  was  n 
for  another  girl  who  couldn't  come  at 
last  minute ! 

On  another  occasion,  I  had  ordere 
sports  suit  altered.  The  boy  it  fitted 
called  away,  and  I  offered  the  job  of  mc 
ing  it  to  a  youth  who  delayed  giving 
his  answer  for  several  days.  Finally  I 
cided  if  I  did  not  hear  from  him  h  i 
o'clock  on  a  certain  day,  I  would  give 
j  ob  to  someone  else.  He  did  not  phone 
fore  3  but  Frank  Swann  did.  He  got 
part.   The   suit  fitted  him  perfectly. 

When  he  came  out  of  the  dressing  r 
all  fixed  up  in  his  sports  suit,  every  o 
including  Joe  Pincus,  Meyer  Mishkin 
Joe  Holton,  of  the  talent  department — 
bowled  over.  Frank  looked  like  a 
bronzed  Adonis  in  his  maroon  slacks 
tanned  shoulders.  We  had  never  seen 
before  in  anything  but  prosaic,  every 
attire,  and  were  much  impressed  by 
likeness  to  Tyrone  Power. 

"Gee  whiz,  ain't  that  sumpin',"  we! 
said  as  we  walked  around  him  admirii ! 
That  led  to  a  film  contract  then  and  t 
— and  the  company  hurried  him  out  to 
pear    with    Shirley    Temple    in    "Yc  I 
People."  The  second  lead  in  "Argei 
Nights"  with  the  Ritz  Brothers,  and  "S 
Sinners"    with    Marlene    Dietrich  1 
others  of  his  pictures,  before  he  retu 
to  New  York  to  do  "Sweetheart  of  Si  i 
Chi,"  "Friendly  Swinging  Polka"  ai 
lot  of  other  "Soundies"  for  James  Rc 
velt,  and  to  sign  up  for  nine  week 
summer  stock  experience  with  Jackson  | 
liday's  company  at  the  Theatre  by  the 
near  Newport. 

His  friendship  with  two  ex-girl  mo 
Nancy  Kelly  and  Linda  Darnell,  were 
quently  mentioned  in  fan  bulletins.  Bu 
seems  to  have  come  back  heart-whole 
ready  to  do  a  hard  summer's  work. 

I  did  not  learn  until  he  got  back 


at  beauty  counters 
everywhere 


Lorr  Laboratories, 
Paterson.  New  Jersey 
Founded  by  E.  T.  Reynolds 


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Someday  you're  going  to  take  the  trip  of  your  dreams  .  .  .  someday 
you're  going  to  do  something  wonderful,  spectacular  .  .  .  but  today,  »ioir? 
What  are  you  doing  to  make  yourself  the  sort  of  person  to  whom  things 
just  naturally  happen? 

Your  hands,  your  fingernails,  do  they  invite  adventure?  Give  them  a 
chance— Dura-Closs  will  give  you  the  most  beautiful  fingernails  in  the 
world,  will  lend  your  nails  personality,  high  color,  brilliance,  shimmering, 
shining,  sparkling,  beaut}-,  help  you  find  the  excitement,  the  fun  that  is 
rightfully  yours.  There's  a  big  bottle  of  Dura-Gloss  waiting  for  you  in  your 
favorite  shop  .  .  .  why  don't  you  go  get  it  note? 

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FOR      THE      MOST      BEAUTIFUL      FINGERNAILS      IN      THE  WORLD 

SCREENLAND  71 


spring,  that  Frank  had  studied  law  as  well 
as  acted  in  the  dramatic  club  at  the  Uni- 
versity of  Illinois,  where  he  was  also  a  Phi 
Delta  Theta.  He  is  a  full-fledged  lawyer, 
and  on  his  way  back  from  Hollywood 
stopped  at  his  home  in  St.  Louis  long 
enough  to  try  an  injury  case  for  his  father 
against  a  bus  company,  and  won.  He  had 
another  lucky  "break"  in  getting  a  part  in 
"Herod  and  Mariamne"  with  Katharine 
Cornell,  before  I  ever  saw  him.  He  was 
East  on  a  vacation,  and  went  to  her  office 
just  to  see  if  it  was  as  hard  to  get  a  job 
in  the  theater  in  New  York  as  people 
claimed.  There  was  a  part  that  suited  him 
and  he  got  it,  at  once. 

Frank's  "luck"  extends  to  others  some- 
times. It  did  to  me,  once,  and  he  tops  the 
list  that  I  am  going  to  submit,  one  day, 
to  Saint  Peter.  This  was  during  the  mak- 
ing of  a  Technicolor  fashion  picture,  when 
everything  was  going  at  top  speed  and 
costing  $500  a  minute,  and  a  new  model 
who  had  never  been  before  a  camera  be- 
fore got  nervous.  First  she  winked,  then 
she  wet  her  lips.  We  had  to  make  several 
retakes.  Then  she  began  to  cry,  though  we 
were  all  being  as  gentle  with  her  as  we 
could.  What  to  do?  We  had  already  used 
her  in  considerable  footage,  too  expensive 
to  discard. 

And  that  was  where  Hero  Swann  stepped 
in.  Whether  or  not  his  law  training  had 
included  quieting  women  clients,  or  he  had 
just  had  a  polite  Southern  bringing-up — 
he  seemed  to  know  just  what  to  do.  He 
fanned  her,  led  her  off  the  set,  took  her 
for  a  walk  through  the  studio,  and  made 
her  laugh.  She  came  back  with  her  con- 
fidence restored,  and  finished  her  scene 
without  blinking.  I  think  Saint  Peter  has 
got  something  there ! 

This  is  only  one  instance  of  the  genuine 
kindness  and  camaraderie  I  have  found 
so  often  expressed  in  the  young  people  who 
surround  me  in  my  work.  I  have  never 
known  any  more  grand,  happy,  normal 
girls  from  any  walk  of  life,  nor  any  that 
were  less  temperamental  or  upstage  and 
more  fun.  A  good  many  of  them  are  mar- 
ried, or  have  a  couple  of  younger  sisters 
with  them  who  are  going  to  school.  They 
nearly  all  plan  to  marry  if  they  are  not 
married  now,  and  expect  to  have  homes 
and  babies.  Some  of  the  most  beautiful 
girls  are  in  love  with  some  of  the  plainest 
boys.  Many  are  helping  their  husbands 
through  school.  The  old-fashioned,  wild, 
exotic  siren  type  of  model,  while  she  still 
does  exist,  is  not  going  so  strong  as  she 
once  did. 

"Well-scrubbed,"  is  the  way  Harry  Con- 
over  describes  today's  girl.  He  is  the  model 
agent  who  handles  Jinx  Falkenburg  and 
many  other  famous  beauties.  Next  to  John 
Robert  Power,  who  represents  Georgia 
Carroll,  Mr.  Conover  arranges  the  work- 
ing time  and  remuneration  of  more  decora- 
tive American  girls  than  any  one  else,  I 
suppose.  Both  men  are  celebrated  for  their 
excellent  taste  and  high  standards  in  girls. 

Mr.  Conover  used  to  be  a  model  himself 
— in  fact,  he  used  to  model  for  me  now 
and  then,  when  he  was  learning  the  busi- 
ness which  he  now  handles  with  such  tact 
and  astuteness.  It  was  to  his  office  in  New 
York  that  Stirling  Hayden  came  with  arms 
loaded  with  books,  coats,  cameras,  bags  and 
"junk"  straight  from  his  last  ship  before 
he  went  modeling.  The  agent  also  had 
something  to  do  with  the  seaman's  movie 
contract. 

Are  you  still  determined  to  be  a  famous 
model  after  all  this?  Well,  the  field  is 
overcrowded.  You've  got  only  one  chance 
in  10,000  to  get  to  be  a  Georgia  Carroll. 
But  if  you're  determined  to  do  it,  both  you 
and  that  nice  boy  you  went  to  school  with 
might  try  it  out  together,  unless  Ire's  in  the 
draft. 


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hand.  They  are  forty  years  old  and  were 
formerly  the  property  of  Greg  Bautzer's 
mother.  He  presented  them  to  Dottie  a  day 
or  two  before  Valentine's  Day.  She  slipped 
them  on  the  middle  digit  right  hand.  Then 
they  went  for  a  long  drive.  It  was  the  rainy 
season  and  huge  drops  pelted  the  wind- 
shield. Neither  noticed  them.  That's  how 
it  is  with  love. 

Love  at  first  sight,  to  be  specific.  The 
romance  began  just  as  it  does  in  pictures, 
the  B-pictures  at  that.  That's  how  it  is 
with  life,  always  doing  its  best  to  make 
the  fiction  writers  look  like  amateurs.  It 
all  goes  back  to  a  certain  day  in  May  last 
year,  one  year  ago  to  the  day  from  the 
time  she  embarked  on  the  good  ship  Lur- 
line.  She  had  just  returned  from  a  three- 
week  vacation  on  the  islands.  Possibly  you 
read  about  the  trip.  It  was  the  excursion 
which  was  supposed  to  have  netted  her  an 
exciting  romance  with  an  army  captain. 
Anyhow,  she  returned  (so  all  the  column- 
ists broke  their  necks  telling  us)  with  a 
set  of  wings  pinned  on  her  lapel  when  the 
boat  docked  at  San  Francisco.  Presumably 
she  was  being  ravaged  by  Love. 

There  was  nothing  to  this  "romance."  It 
wasn't  even  one  of  those  delightful  items 
known  as  an  intermezzo.  The  whole  busi- 
ness sprang  up  fully-apparelled  from  the 
fertile  brain  of  a  press  agent,  who  was, 
as  you  might  have  guessed,  drawing  down 
do-re-mi  from  good  old  Paramount.  It's 
all  part  of  a  press  agent's  hectic  life,  al- 
though for  our  Dottie's  money  this  demon 
"idea  man"  could  have  pegged  his  wonder- 
ful little  flight  of  fancy  on  Susan  Hay- 
ward  or  Patricia  Morison,  even. 

Well,  that  very  night  she  received  a  call 
from  Wynn  Rocamora,  who  happens  to  be, 
as  you  may  know,  her  agent.  Mr.  R.,  good 
soul,  asked  her  what  she  was  doing. 
"Twiddling  my  thumbs,"  said  Dottie.  "Let's 
twiddle  'em  together — on  the  town,"  Mr. 
Rocamora  said,  knowing  full  well  that 
thumb-twiddling  at  home  is  hardly  calcu- 
lated to  keep  sweet  and  spiritual  one  of  his 
choicest  clients,  ten  percent  of  whose  in- 
come drops  into  his  lap  every  Paramount 
payday.  Miss  L.  accepted.  But  fast. 


Which  explains  how  it  happens  that  at 
eleven  o'clock  on  a  certain  night  last  May 
our  Dottie,  dressed  in  a  gay  Hawaiian 
print,  was  seated  opposite  this  same  Mr. 
Rocamora  at  Ciro's,  listening  to  him  tell 
his  eighth  droll  tale  within  the  short  space 
of  a  half  hour.  The  lady,  for  a  fact,  had  a 
faraway  look  in  her  eye.  The  gentleman 
was  doing  his  best  to  entertain  her.  He  had 
almost  reached  the  punch  line  of  his  favor- 
ite gag  when  a  tall,  dark,  and  debonair 
gentleman  with  jet  black  hair  and  jetter 
eyelashes  dropped  by  the  table.  "Hi, 
Rocky!"  he  said.  "I  haven't  seen  you  in — " 

Followed  a  double-take.  The  lady,  it 
seems,  had  raised  her  head  and  exposed 
those  fetching  features  of  hers  which  look 
positively  entrancing  with  faraway  look  at- 
tached. Their  gazes  met  and  they  seemed, 
Wynn  Rocamora  noticed,  to  do  an  invol- 
untary double,  double-take.  W.R.,  always 
the  gentleman,  performed  the  introductions. 

"Miss  Lamour,  may  I  present  Mr.  Baut- 
zer?  Greg,  this  is  Dottie."  After  that  Mr. 
Rocamora  remembered  a  telephone  call  and, 
still  the  gentleman,  excused  himself. 

Mr.  Bautzer  did  not  let  any  grass  grow 
under  his  feet.  What  he  did  was  to  plop 
into  the  freshly-vacated  chair  and  begin 
talking.  You  know  how  he  began,  of 
course.  He  began  by  telling  her  how  be- 
witching she  looked  in  a  Hawaiian  print. 
He  was  going  strong  when  the  Rocamora 
man  checked  in  again — but  only  for  a  min- 
ute or  two.  One  glance  was  enough  to  con- 
vince him  he  had  better  make  another 
'phone  call.  A  very  long  one.  Or  at  least 
a  half  dozen  short  ones. 

They  were  sitting  there  spellbound  when 
he  returned  two  hours  later  from  a  discus- 
sion of  life  on  the  South  African  veldt  with 
a  man  from  Dallas  whom  he  had  met  at 
the  bar. 

When  Mr.  R.  took  leave  of  his  client 
at  precisely  1 :30  a.m.,  she  murmured : 
"Thanks,  Wynn.  you  were  wonderful." 

"I — did  you  say?"  he  came  back.  As  he 
slid  under  the  wheel  of  his  motor  he 
chuckled.  "It's  an  ill  wind,"  he  reflected. 
Those  were  his  very  thoughts. 

Just  about  tea  time  that  very  next  day 


Jon  Hall  seems  pretty  definite  in  his  preference  in  this  scene  from  "Aloma  of  the  South 
Seas,"  though  why  he  should  turn  his  back  on  Katherine  De  Mille  is  a  mystery.  Dorothy 
Lamour  became  famous  when  she  donned  a  sarong  and  made  the  sarong  sound  like  a  song. 


72 


Your  January  Face  Powder  is  a 
"Beauty-Thief"  in  Summer! 


Find  your  Lucky  Summer  Shade  In  My  Twin-Hurricane  Powder 


HAVEN'T  you  noticed  how  your  com- 
plexion has  changed  in  the  past 
weeks— how  it  has  deepened,  taken  on 
rich  new  tones? 

Summer  brings  an  exciting  beauty  of 
its  own  to  the  skin!  But  so  many  women 
innocently  spoil  this  new  beauty  by  fad- 
ing it  out  with  a  winter-time  powder. 

This  summer,  be  fair  to  your  new 
beauty.  Be  dazzling  instead  of  drab.  Wear 
a  powder  that  does  things  for  you— that 


really  dramatizes  your  summer  skin! 

\ears  ago  I  was  first  to  use  a  mighty 
air-current  to  refine  face  powder,  to  make 
it  more  enduring  in  its  cling,  more  flat- 
tering to  you. 

Blown  fo  Exquisite  Softness  — 
by  my  Twin-Hurricane  Method! 

Today,  Twin-Hurricanes  buff  and  smooth 
my  powder  to  almost  unbelievable  fine- 
ness—making it  softer  and  more  even- 
textured  than  any  I've  ever  known. 

That's  why  my  powder  goes  on  so 
smoothly— why  its  clinging  flattery  stays 
with  you  4  long  hours  or  more. 

Women  by  the  thousands  tell  me  that 
my  Twin-Hurricane  powder  brings  out 
all  the  natural  beauty  of  the  skin— makes 


FACE  POWDER 

S GREENLAND 


it  look  softer,  smoother,  fresher— yes,  and 
even  younger. . .  sometimes  m  itch  younger! 

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Every  shade  of  Lady  Esther  Face  Pow- 
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There's  nothing  Jsmart  or  attractive  about  lips 
rough  and  chapred  from  "Lipstick  Parching." 

That's  why  avery  "Sub-Deb"  Lipstick  con- 
tains an  added  ingredient  to  help  keep  your 
lips  adorably/smooth  as  satin.  Coty 
"Sub-Deb"  j»ves  you  not  only  ex- 
citing color  /  .  .  but  also  valuable 
protection/against  parching. 
Try  Coty  "bub-Deb"  and  soon 
you'll  be  tilling  others  of  its 
blessed  n/agic.  Sl.OOor  50(5. 


4  OF  THE  9  EXCITING  SHADES 

smart  and  dashing  "'gipsy"  shade 
i   I  \C-4\/  a  dramatic  red  red 

new  "Latin 


a  flouer-soft  red . . .  very  young 
American''''  shade 


Your  guess  is  as  good  as  ours  as  to  what  these  cuties  are  cooking.  Why  ask  for  explanations, 
anyway?  We're  satisfied  to  learn  that  they  will  be  seen  in  Republic's  "Puddin'  Head,"  and 
that  they  are  known  as   Marian   Duval,  June  Earle,   Marjorie  Dean  and   Eleanor  Counts. 


Dorothy  Lamour  received  a  call.  Greg 
Bautzer  was  on  the  line.  How  was  she 
feeling?  All  right?  Wonderful!  Mean- 
while, with  wbom  was  she  having  dinner? 
By  herself?  Ridiculous!  Why  didn't  they 
have  it  together? 

They  did.  And  wound  up  at  Ciro's.  At 
the  identical  table  where  Bautzer  had 
plopped  himself  down,  as  a  matter  of  fact. 
Only  the  man  who  was  nuts  about  'phone 
calls  was  not  around.  To  be  truthful  about 
it,  none  of  the  two  missed  him.  That  is 
how  it  goes  when  you're  in  love. 

That  night  a  sort  of  pact  was  arranged. 
Greg  Bautzer  and  Dorothy  Lamour  were 
going  to  go  steady.  The  unwritten  pact — 
perhaps,  as  with  true  love,  it  was  never 
even  spoken — has  been  observed  faithfully, 
a  few  columnists  notwithstanding.  One  or 
two  of  these  inspired  paragraphers  have 
been  confiding  to  their  readers  at  regular 
intervals  that  the  firm  of  Bautzer  and 
Turner  (dissolved  when  she  impulsively 
married  Artie  Shaw)  is  once  more  in 
operation  and  that  the  two  do  the  Holly- 
wood spots.  But  frantically !  Another  com- 
mentator has  recently  referred  to  "the 
long-smouldering  fires  that  have  flamed  up 
in  the  heart  of  Greg  Bautzer,  now  that 
Lana  Turner  is  once  more  unattached." 

Count  1,  the  business  of  Greg  Bautzer 
romancing  Lana  Turner  after  the  crash  of 
her  marriage,  is  all  wrong.  He  hasn't  seen 
her,  at  least  not  since  he  met  Dottie.  Count 
2  is  very  pretty  but  also  very  sappy.  There 
were  no  smouldering  fires  to  be  rekindled — 
not  after  the  marriage.  When  Lana  Turner 
eloped  to  marry  Artie  Shaw,  Greg  Bautzer 
took  it  very  philosophically.  Being  of  legal 
bent,  he  recognized  that  what  was  done 
was  done.  It  is  perfectly  true  that  he  had 
met  Lana  Turner  and  had  found  her  verve, 
her  boundless  enthusiasm,  and  her  lust-for- 
life  challenging,  to  say  the  least.  Unfor- 
gettable as  a  Stuka  dive-bomber,  she  left 
him  drenched  with  her  personality  the  very 
first  time  they  met.  But  there  was  never 
any  combustion.  The  night  Metro's  Invita- 
tion to  Insomnia,  meaning  Lana,  got  mar- 
ried, he  drank  a  toast  to  her  health  and 
happiness. 

As  for  the  talk  that  Dorothy  Lamour 
has  had  to  share  Greg  Bautzer  with  her 
former  secretary,  pretty  Patti  McCarty, 
now  under  contract  to  Columbia,  it  is 
equally  sappy.  Patti  is  quick  to  set  you 
right  on  this  score :  "What  in  the  world 
would  Greg  Bautzer  want  with  me  when 
he  could  be  with  Dottie?"  she  asks  you 
naively  but  to  the  point. 

The  foundation  for  the  rumor  may  lie 


in  the  fact  that  pretty  Patti  has  gone  on  a 
number  of  dates  with  Dorothy  and  Greg. 
Only  she's  had  her  own  escort,  a  gentle- 
man about  town  named  Jack  Huber  who 
happens  to  be  Greg's  number  one  chum, 
the  lad  with  whom  he  shares  his  imposing 
"bachelor's  quarters,"  the  house  formerly 
owned  by  Ronald  Colman.  Patti  met  her 
Jackie  at  the  Del  Mar  race  track  last 
June,  whither  she  had  repaired  with  her 
new  boss  whom  she  calls  "Mommy."  as 
does  the  entire  Lamour  menage.  Young 
Mr.  Huber  had  ambled  over  to  roommate 
Bautzer  to  ask  what  he  liked  in  the  fourth. 
It  was  obvious  to  Mr.  B.  that  what  the 
bewildered  gentleman  liked  was  Patti. 
From  there  on  you  can  practically  write 
the  adventures  of  Patti  and  Jackie  yourself. 
Onlv  be  sure  to  underline  this  in  red:  THE 
FOURSOME  STILL  GOES  OUT  TO- 
GETHER. Which  ought  to  prove  some- 
thing or  other. 

If  it  doesn't,  surely  the  Bautzer  conduct 
will.  Never  was  a  romancer  more  in  dead 
earnest.  He  fairly  dances  attention  on  his 
lady.  To  begin  with,  there  are  a  half  dozen 
calls  daily  to  the  Lamour  dressing  room, 
whenever  she's  working.  (When  she  isn't 
there  are  twice  that  many  to  her  home.) 
Count  that  day  non-existent  when  he  isn't 
sending  over  flowers.  Sometimes  there'll 
be  three  bouquets  in  a  single  day.  Dottie. 
herself,  arranges  them  in  yellow  bowls  or 
crystal  vases.  She's  forever  sniffing  them, 
just  like  flower-minded  Ferdinand. 

Wait  until  you  hear  what  he  gave  her 
for  Christmas.  It  was  a  bracelet-wrist 
watch  which  you  would  call  "positively  di- 
vine," if  only  you  had  had  an  opportunity 
to  see  it  for  yourself.  We  in  manly  fashion 
will  call  it  "nifty"  and  let  it  go  at  that. 
Divine  or  merely  nifty,  it  is  encrusted  with 
diamonds  on  the  watch  part,  rubies  on  the 
bracelet  part.  You  could  get  enough  money 
to  equip  a  regiment  of  soldiers  merely  for 
what  a  pawnbroker  would  loan  on  same. 
Dottie  gave  him  a  miniature  of  his  mother, 
executed  by  a  famous  portrait  painter  and 
framed  in  a  solid  gold  case. 

They  see  each  other  daily  as  you  might 
imagine.  The  Bautzer  devotion  is  pro- 
verbial. He  frets  about  her  no  end.  At  the 
height  of  the  floods  his  fretting  turned  to 
worry.  You  see  Dottie  was  living  then  in 
Coldwater  Canyon  and  what  with  the  water 
tumbling  down  from  the  higher  places  and 
inundating  the  tortuous  roads  leading  down 
from  her  lofty  retreat,  the  trip  to  the 
studio  loomed  as  a  major  hazard  in  his 
mind.  What  he  did  about  it  was  to  drive 
out  there  mornings  and  pilot  her  to  the 


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:  studio,  himself.  When  he  didn't,  couldn't. 
I  he  saw  that  his  trusted  chauffeur  did. 
'  That's  how  it  is  with  true  love. 

All  of  her  friends  get  eloquent  on  the 
j  slightest  provocation  on  the  topic  "the  new 
Lamour."  There  IS  a  "new  Lamour."  We 
j  saw  her  for  ourselves  on  the  set  of 
'"Aloma"  just  before  she  did  a  water  scene 
with  Jon  Hall.  The  troubled  look  is  gone. 
There's  a  shine  to  the  eyes.  She's  as  airy 
jEs  meringue,  light  as  a  souffle.  She  sings 
to  herself.  She's  herself  again,  although  she 
( nee  despaired  of  it.  The  interlude  with 
j  Robert  Preston  was  pleasant.  But  there 
'was  nothing  to  it.  It  was  designed  strictly 
ifor  laughs,  for  camaraderie,  and  abetted 
ty  the  studio  publicity  boys.  It  never  be- 
came serious.  They  saw  each  other  a 
couple  of  times  a  week,  maybe,  for  3  or 
4  months.  There  was  something  like  14 
cates.  And  they're  friends. 

With  the  new  romancers  it's  like  this : 
they  manage  to  see  each  other  at  least 
once  even-  day.  Twice  or  three  times  a 
week  they  have  dinner.  It  would  be  ottener 
if  it  weren't  for  business  complications. 
They  play  gin  rummy  for  hours  upon  end. 
Every  Saturday  night  they  go  to  Ciro's. 
They  do  little  dancing.  Mostly  they  talk. 
She  loves  to  listen  to  this  amazing  Bautzer 
fellow.  Amazing  is  quite  the  word. 

Gregson  Bautzer  is  a  Los  Angeles  boy 
who  graduated  from  law  school  at  the 
University  of  Southern  California  six  or 
seven  years  ago.  He  comes  of  German- 
English  stock.  In  the  same  graduating 
class  was  a  go-getter,  long  on  charm, 
•.tamed  Bentley  Ryan.  They  talked  it  over 
and  discovered  they  had  a  community  of 
interests.  Both  had  made  wonderful  grades. 
3oth  had  a  feeling  that  to  know  the  law 
was  not  enough.  You  had  to  know  people. 
Furthermore,  you  had  to  get  them  believing 
in  you. 

They  raised  a  fancy  sum  of  working  cap- 
ital and  opened  up  a  handsome  suite  of 
offices.  Prosperity-  rolled  around  in  no  time. 
They  became  counsellors  for  Carole  Landis, 
Bob  Hope,  Ciro's,  Lloyd  Bacon,  Arrow- 
head Springs  Hotel  and  a  host  of  other 
movie  names.  Three  years,  and  Mr.  Greg 
Bautzer  was  a  name  to  reckon  with  around 
["  town.  Five  years,  and  he's  a  figure  in  Hol- 
\  lywood.   The   firm,  meanwhile,  is  going 
t  great  guns.  It  is  very  unlikely  that  either 
I  of  the  partners  will  ever  be  looking  to  his 
t  social  security  card  for  a  weekly  pittance. 
I      The  Greg  Bautzer  who  is  responsible  for 
I  Dorothy  Lamour's  out-of-this-world  look 
I  is  of  this  stripe  :  wise  without  being  a  bore, 
r,  worldly  wise  without  being  a  cynic,  he  is 
'■-  someone  she  can  lean  on.   Gay  without 
L  being    irresponsible,    fun-loving  without 
I  being  foolish,  he  is  someone  with  whom  she 
i  can  blow  bubbles.  LTnderstanding  as  only  a 
1  successful  lawyer  can  be,  he  knows  how 
f  :o  make  allowances  and  better  still  how 
not  to  be  too  demanding. 
This  is  the  gentleman  who  is  on  board 
\r~.  the  S.S.  Lurline  with  our  Dottie  as  the 
V  columnists  argue  over  whether  or  not  the 
.u  lady  of  the  sarong  is  due  for  Mendelssohn 
music  and  orange  blossoms.    The  they- 
.  won't  columnists  talk  like  this :  Mr.  Greg 
Bautzer  is  a  confirmed  bachelor.  Dorothy 
Lamour  is  a  career  girl.  Besides,  if  they 
I  were  going  to  get  married,  they  would 
f.  have  gone  ahead  and  done  it  long  before 
I  this. 

Would  this  expert  on  Hollywood  ro- 
f  mance  care  to  make  a  prediction?  Cer- 
f   tainly.  And  it's  a  pleasure.  For  Lamour 
/  amour.  It's  an  even  bet  that  if  she  isn't 
I    a  bride  by  the  time  she  returns  to  Holly- 
wood, our  Dottie  will  be  Mrs.  Greg  Bautzer 
long  before  the  first  snow  flies  in  Min- 
nesota.   

Meanwhile,  don't  go  wagering  your  house 
and  lot  on  our  prediction.  Love,  as  they 
say,  is  a  funny  thing.  Especially  the  Holly- 
wood brand. 


I  don't  care  if  you  never 
come  homeT 


HOW  A  YOUNG  WIFE  OVERCAME  THE  "ONE  NEGLECT" 
THAT  WRECKS  SO  MANY  MARRIAGES 


I.  I  thought  my  husband  was  all  to  blame.  He'd  been  leaving  me  home  alone  night 
after  night.  Our  once-blissful  marriage  seemed  headed  for  the  rocks.  I  was  almost  frantic. 


2.  In  despair,  I  went  to  see  my  sister-in-law — 
Sarah's  been  so  happily  married  for  years.  W  hen 
I  told  her  about  our  troubles,  she  said:  ''You 
may  be  the  guilty  one,  Sis.  Often  a  husband's 
love  grows  cold  just  because  a  wife  is  careless 
— or  ignorant — about  feminine  hygiene.  It  s 
one  neelect  few  husbands  can  forgive." 


3.  "My  own  marriage  was  once  in  danger," 
Sarah  said,  "until  my  doctor  set  me  right.  He 
advised  'LysoF  for  intimate  personal  care. 
He  told  me  it  does  more  than  cleanse  and 
deodorize.  Being  an  efficient  gennicide.'Lysol" 
kills  millions  of  germs  instantly  on  contact, 
and  without  discomfort  to  vou." 


4.  I  understand  now  why  so  many  thousands 
of  modern  women  rely  on  "Lysol"  for  feminine 
hygiene.  It's  gentle — yet  so  effective.  And 
costs  so  little  to  use.  I'll  never  risk  losing  my 
husband  again.  Yes,  he  comes  home  now — 
and  brings  me  flowers! 


Check  this  with  your  Doctor 

"Lysol"  is  NON-CALSTIC— gentle  and 
efficient  in  proper  dilution.  Contains  no 
free  alkali.  It  is  not  carbolic  acid. 
EFFECTIVE— a  powerful  germicide, 
active  in  presence  of  organic  matter 
(such  as  mucus,  serum,  etc.).  SPREAD- 
ING—  "Lysol"  solutions  spread  and 
virtually  search  out  germs  in  deep 
crevices.  ECONOMICAL— small  bottle 
makes  almost  4  gallons  of  solution  for 
feminine  hygiene.  LASTING — "Lysol" 
keeps  full  strength  indefinitely  no  mat- 
ter how  often  it  is  uncorked.  CLEANLY 
ODOR — disappears  after  use. 


1M1  by  Lehn 


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Mickey  Rooney  and  Patricia  Dane  in,  "Life  Begins  for  Andy  Hardy."  Beginning  with  Patricia, 
Mickey  shows  wonderful  discernment.  How  do  you  do  it,  anyway?  Or  is  it  a  trade  secret? 


Wedding  Bells  for  Judy! 

Continued  from  page  33 


thought  Dave  Rose's  arrangements  were 
terrific.  "That  man's  going  places,"  Judy 
would  prophesy. 

She  had  her  schoolgirl  crushes  and  got 
over  them.  She'd  meet  Dave  at  the  home 
of  mutual  friends  and  listen,  enthralled, 
to  his  playing  of  the  masters  he  loved. 
Judy's  never  taken  lessons.  She  sings  like 
the  birds,  plays  by  ear,  and  is  blessed  with 
instinctive  musical  taste.  Like  a  hungry 
kitten,  she  lapped  at  the  fountain  of  Dave's 
knowledge,  and  bowled  him  over  the  sure- 
ness  of  her  grasp  on  such  fundamentals  as 
even  trained  musicians  spend  years  in 
mastering. 

He  was  going  places,  as  she  had 
•forecast.  His  arrangements  for  Lamour, 
Ameche  and  Jeanette  MacDonald  were 
the  talk  of  the  town.  In  March,  1940,  he 
was  made  musical  director  of  the  Mutual- 
Don  Lee  network.  Under  his  guidance, 
California  Melodies  with  Maxine  Gray 
and  Adventures  in  Rhythm,  the  Betty 
Jane  Rhodes  show,  forged  to  the  front 
of  popular  favor.  His  handling  of  Betty 
Jane's  music  was  at  least  in  part  re- 
sponsible for  the  long-term  contract  she's 
just  signed  with  Paramount.  NBC,  whose 
airwaves  compete  with  those  of  Mutual- 


Don  Lee,  turned  its  Woodbury  Soap  pro- 
gram over  to  Dave,  because  Tony  Martin 
would  sing  under  no  other  leader. 

Little  by  little  Judy  and  Dave  began 
to  single  each  other  out  from  the  group. 
He'd  drop  in  to  play  for  her  and  her 
mother  and  her  sister  Sue.  They'd  listen 
to  pet  records  together.  Presently  you'd 
hear  Judy  saying:  "I'm  going  to  a  show 
with  Dave  tonight." 

In  the  film  capital,  Dame  Gossip  wears 
seven-league  boots  on  which  she  moves 
swiftly,  often  in  the  wrong  direction.  If 
you're  out  with  a  man  three  times,  she's 
got  you  married.  If  your  husband  plays 
poker  with  the  boys  while  you  stay  at 
home  with  a  good  book,  she's  got  you 
divorced.  She  had  a  whirl  for  herself  with 
Judy  and  Dave:  Judy  was  a  child — the 
studio  didn't  want  her  to  marry — Mrs. 
Garland  disapproved  of  the  whole  business. 

The  facts  are  these.  Judy  was  eighteen, 
which  isn't  a  child.  To  inject  the  question 
of  marriage  was  rushing  the  season,  since 
it  hadn't  yet  entered  into  the  calculations 
of  the  principals.  As  for  Mrs.  Garland,  she 
had  the  advantage  of  knowing  Dave.  You 
can't  know  him  long  without  recognizing 
his  gentleness,  his  integrity,  his  sensitive 


good  taste.  That  Judy  was  eighteen  and 
Dave  thirty  never  bothered  her  mother 
as  it  seems  to  have  bothered  the  busy- 
bodies.  On  the  contrary.  Better  than  any- 
one else  she  knew  that  Judy,  mature  for 
her  years,  would  be  more  likely  to  find 
happiness  with  Dave  than  with  a  boy  of 
her  own  age.  Not  that  she  promptly 
cast  him  in  the  role  of  a  husband.  The 
buzzers,  professional  and  amateur,  did  it 
for  her.  She  was  satisfied  to  let  matters 
take  their  course.  But  from  the  first  Mrs. 
Garland  was  Dave's  friend,  for  his  own 
sake  as  well  as  her  daughter's. 

In  the  early  days  Judy  would  say: 
"Gee,  he's  wonderful !  So  understanding. 
Like  a  brother.  I  can  tell  him  anything." 
Neither  could  tack  a  date  to  the  fading  of 
the  fraternal  note.  But  after  a  trip  to 
New  York,  where  Judy  met  other  men  and 
couldn't  wait  to  get  back  to  California, 
her  mother  asked  her  whether  she  was  in 
love.  "I  don't  know,"  she  replied  soberly. 
"I'd  just  rather  be  with  Dave  than  any- 
body. If  that's  love,  then  I'm  in  love." 

Mushiness  was  always  out.  They  don't 
feel  at  home  in  the  sentimental  idiom. 
They  underplay  by  choice,  and  duck 
superlatives.  For  anything  super,  the  word 
is  "adequate."  "Miss  you  adequately,"  one 
would  wire  the  other.  Or  at  a  preview, 
"That  was  a  good  picture,"  Dave  would 
observe,  "and  you,  my  dear,  were  very 
adequate."  Judy's  only  photograph  of  her 
fiance  is  inscribed:  "Here's  hoping  for 
an  adequate  friendship." 

This  dislike  of  show  marks  their  whole 
relationship.  Birthdays  and  Christmas  are 
adequately  remembered.  But  they  don't 
keep  bombarding  each  other  with  expen- 
sive gifts.  Last  Christmas  Judy  gave  Dave 
a  boiler  for  the  precious  railway  train 
whose  tracks  circle  his  whole  backyard, 
and  whose  engine  proudlv  flaunts  the 
name  GAR-ROSE  RAILWAY.  On  St. 
Valentine's  Day  Dave  turned  up  with  a 
market  bag  full  of  chocolate  buds  in  his 
right  hand,  while  his  left  lingered  coyly 
behind  his  back.  "I  didn't  want  you  to 
feel  bad,  Jude,  so  I  picked  up  a  trifle  of 
perfume  for  you  too."  Whereupon  he  pro- 
duced a  huge  dummy  bottle  advertising  a 
popular  scent,  but  holding  none.  Judy  has 
more  perfume  than  she  knows  what  to  do 
with,  but  she  can  always  use  another 
laugh. 

She  paints  and  writes  verse  for  her  own 
pleasure — "dabbling  and  scribbling,"  she 
calls  it.  Dave  is  sometimes  allowed  a 
glimpse  of  her  canvas  from  the  neck  down. 
Let  him  try  to  uncover  the  face  and  she 
goes  frantic.  After  long  persuasion,  she 
let  him  read  some  of  her  verse,  and  floated 
to  seventh  heaven  when  he  suggested  they 
collaborate.  So  many  requests  have  poured 
in  for  the  three  themes  he  uses  on  his 
broadcasts,  that  they  are  about  to  be  pub- 
lished. Judy's  writing  the  lyrics.  Dave 
doesn't  think  she's  Shakespeare,  but  then 
he  doesn't  think  he's  Beethoven  either. 
He  just  thinks  she's  as  good  as  a  lot  of 
lyric- writers,  and  they  get  a  kick  out  of 
working  together. 

It's  her  pride  in  Dave  which  makes  her 
humble  about  herself.  He's  equally  proud 
of  her,  but  too  diffident  to  say  so.  She 
thinks  his  talent  is  so  much  more  impor- 
tant than  hers,  that  she's  been  reluctant 
even  to  sing  for  him.  A  month  or  so  ago 
she  appeared  at  Ciro's.  "This  is  the  first 
time,"  said  Dave  to  a  friend,  "that  I've 
really  heard  her  sing.  She's  wonderful !" 

"Why  don't  you  tell  her  so?" 

He  seemed  to  be  blushing,  though 
through  the  bronzed  skin,  it  was  hard  to 
be  sure.  "You  tell  her,"  he  grinned. 

Because  she  was  young  and  untried  in 
love,  he  bent  over  backward  to  exert  no 
pressure  on  her.  She  knew  how  he  felt. 
The  decision  had  to  be  hers.  It  wasn't 
till  after  the  trip  to  New  York  late  last 


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[arch  that  the  question  of  marriage  was 
-cached  between  them.    One   day  Judy 
tid :  "I  talked  to  mother,  Davy.  She  thinks 
s  swell."  In  spite  of  their  closeness  and 
leir  exclusive  dating  and  the  fact  that 
,ie  world   had    had   them   engaged  for 
■leeks,  it  was  then  for  the  first  time  that 
rave  looked  his  happiness  square  in  the 
(ice.  Till  then  he'd  been  afraid  to  believe 
l[  Through  the  rush  'of  feeling  flowed  a 
jarm  stream  of  thanskgiving  to  Mrs.  Gar- 
;i.nd.  "What  made  it  perfect,"  says  Dave, 
Is  that  she  should  think  I  was  adequate 
|>r  Judy." 

Judy's  birthday  is  on  June  10th,  Dave's 
ji  the  15th.  It  was  decided  to  announce 
le  engagement  at  a  joint  birthday  party. 
|  nt  the  newshounds  pawed  the  earth, 
uffed  the  air,  got  wind  of  a  scent,  and 
rove    all    concerned    crazy    with  their 

.'amor.  "Please  don't  tell  them,"  Judy 
eaded  at  first.  "I  want  the  thrill  of  hav- 

ig  mother  announce  it." 
The  boys  at  Metro  did  their  expert  best, 

jjt  went  down  to  defeat.  "We'll  have  to 
|:lease  it,  Judy.  If  we  keep  saying  no  and 
ien  it's  announced  so  soon,  we'll  all  look 

[retty  silly." 

|  She  was  disappointed,  but  sensible.  She 
mew  this  was  part  of  being  a  movie  star, 
ut  her  voice  sounded  a  little  forlorn 
'■lien  she  phoned  Dave.  "Wrell,  I  guess 
■e're  going  to  be  engaged  before  we 
lanned — " 

"That's  swell,"  said  he.  "Or  don't  you 
jiink  so?" 

11  "It's  just  the  party,  Davy.  Kind  of  takes 
ie  bloom  off." 

"Never  mind,  honey."  Then  he  did  a 
ouble-take.  "Engaged !"  he  yelled.  "And 
,  haven't  got  a  ring  yet!"  Which  so  tickled 
':udy  that  she  cheered  right  up. 

On  the  heels  of  that  came  another 
vent,  second  in  importance  only  to  an  en- 


Even  a  breezy  guy  like  Andy  Hardy  gets  be- 
wildered once  in  a  while,  like  for  instance  in  a 
situation   as  the  above,  with   Patricia  Dane. 

gagement.  The  White  House  asked  Judy 
to  sing  in  Chicago  on  June  6th  at  a  Unity 
Rally,  whose  principal  speaker  was  to  be 
Wendell  Willkie.  She  couldn't  wait  to  tell 
Dave,  and  called  him  from  the  set.  What 
impressed  her  almost  more  than  anything 
else,  was  his  reaction.  "I'm  very  proud  of 
you,"  he  said. 

"Can  you  imagine  his  bringing  himself 
to  say  that?"  she  giggled  to  her  mother. 
"The  most  I  expected  was  'fairly  ade- 
quate.' " 

She  was  to  leave  Thursday  morning — 
her  first  plane  trip.  Dave  had  to  work 
after  his  Wednesday  broadcast,  so  he  took 


his  music  over  to  Judy's  house.  He'd  been 
at  it  a  couple  of  hours  when  he  looked 
up.  "Hey,  I've  got  something  to  show 
you,"  and  fished  from  his  pocket  a  box 
whose  size  and  shape  shrieked  aloud  that 
it  couldn't  be  holding  anything  but  a  ring. 

Judy  rose  in  her  wrath.  "You  mean  to 
say  you've  been  sitting  here  all  evening — " 
But  by  that  time  he'd  opened  it,  and  how 
can  a  girl  scold  when  a  man  slips  an 
emerald-cut  diamond  on  her  third  finger, 
left  hand.  In  the  plane  next  day  she  spent 
most  of  her  time  shining  it  up  on  her 
sleeve,  and  cocking  her  head  to  eye  it 
against  the  light.  "Beautiful,  isn't  it?" 
she'd  sigh  for  the  twentieth  time.  "Just 
the  kind  of  a  ring  every  girl  dreams 
about." 

W  hat  with  rehearsals  and  the  press, 
she  hadn't  much  time  to  herself  on  Friday. 
But  she  did  manage  to  sneak  off  to 
Marshall  Field's,  and  pick  a  black  lace 
dress  for  her  mother  to  wear  at  the  party. 
Her  own  was  already  ordered.  A  couple 
of  years  ago  she'd  wail :  "I'm  so  sick  of 
bouffant  dresses,"  and  yearn  for  the  clay 
when  she  could  pour  herself  into  some- 
thing slinky.  "What  are  you  getting  for 
the  party?"  asked  a  friend. 

"Don't  laugh,"  laughed  Judy.  "Organza 
— dusty  pink — bouffant !" 

That  Friday  evening  was  unique  in 
Judy's  life.  She  dined  with  Mr.  Willkie. 
Then,  wearing  a  plain  street  costume — be- 
cause she  wanted  to  be  not  a  movie  star 
on  parade,  but  just  another  American — 
she  stood  up  in  the  Stadium  to  sing  to 
fifty  thousand  fellow-Americans.  Her  first 
song  was  Roger  Eden's  arrangement  of 
Don't  Bite  the  Hand  that  Feeds  You,  then 
she  led  the  audience  in  God  Bl-ess  America. 
It  lacked  four  minutes  of  ten,  when  Willkie 
was  to  go  on  the  air.  Judy  had  been 
asked  to  prepare  only  two  songs.  But  the 


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four  minutes  had  to  be  filled.  "What  about 
our  arrangement  of  Franklin  D.  Roosevelt 
Jones?"  she  whispered  to  Eden. 

That  was  it.  Only  she  left  out  the 
Jones.  "Franklin  D.  Roosevelt,"  she  caroled, 
her  young  voice  soaring,  filling  in  words 
where  she  needed  them,  thrilled  and  thrill- 
ing, till  the  audience  rose  as  one  and 
stamped  and  cheered  and  roared  and  flung 
hats  in  the  air.  Judy  felt  like  yelling  too. 
She  compromised  by  kissing  her  hand  to 
them  all  while  the  tears  rolled  down.  The 
emotional  strain  was  still  evident  when 
Dave  met  her  at  the  airport  Sunday 
morning.  "I'm  beat,"  she  told  him. 

The  next  week  was  spent  in  arranging 
details  of  the  party.  It  would  be  very 
simple.  The  garden  was  lovely  enough  to 
provide  its  own  decoration.  The  food  would 
be  served  from  a  large  central  table,  and 
the  guests  sit  at  small  tables  scattered 
over  the  lawn.  The  badminton  court  above 
the  terraces  would  be  canopied,  cleared 
for  dancing,  and  a  small  band  engaged. 
"Only  you  know  what  would  be  nice?" 
mused  Judy.  "White  balloons  floating  on 
top  of  the  pool."  So  they  blew  the  balloons 
up  Saturday  and  dropped  them  in.  At 
five  AM  Sunday,  they  started  popping, 
scaring  the  daylights  out  of  a  timid 
neighbor  who  called  the  police  to  investi- 
gate what  all  the  shooting  was  for. 

The  neighbor  was  reassured,  the  dead 
balloons  fished  out,  and  the  day  came  up — 
cloudy.  Which  drove  Judy  into  a  second 
dither,  lest  they  all  have  to  mangle  their 
garden  dresses  under  coats.  She  washed 
and  set  her  hair,  and  ran  out  to  look  at 
the  sky.  She  had  breakfast,  and  ran  out 
to  look  at  the  sky.  She  bathed  and  dressed, 
and  ran  out  to  look  at  the  sky. 

Dave  arrived  early,  and  helped  put  up 
yellow  umbrellas.  In  the  hall  he  came  on 
a  silver  tray,  filled  with  small  white 
envelopes,  tied  in  green  ribbon.  Opening 
one,  he  found  a  card  on  which,  under  a 
pair  of  wedding  bells,  was  printed : 

DAVID  ROSE 
JUDY  GARLAND 
September 

"That  stopped  me,"  he  said.  "Seeing  it 
printed  that  way — oh,  nuts,  I  can't  explain 
it!"  His  face  explained  it  for  him.  He 
spent  the  afternoon — this  retiring  fellow — 


slipping  cards  into  the  pockets  of  his 
cronies. 

At  one,  old  Sol  thought  he'd  co-operate, 
and  broke  through.  Judy  thanked  him. 
When  the  guests  began  coming,  she  went, 
out  to  direct  traffic,  see  that  the  cars  didn't 
get  jammed.  It  was  all  most  informal 
These  were  boys  and  girls  she'd  gone  tc 
school  with  and  worked  with,  and  ok 
friends  of  her  family  and  of  Dave's 
come  to  wish  them  happiness.  In  mid- 
afternoon,  having  been  on  her  feet  al 
day,  she  decided  that  her  happiness  de  | 
pended  on  getting  her  shoes  off,  so  sh< 
changed  into  bedroom  slippers.  Her  dres 
covered  them  anyway,  but  she  poked  ;  [ 
toe  out  at  Dave  as  they  danced  together 
And  told  him  about  her  presents — th> 
bedjacket  embroidered  with  her  name  fron  i 
Joan  Crawford,  glass  Cinderella  slipper 
from  Bonita  Granville  and  Jackie  Coopei 
crystal  goblets  from  Lana  Turner.  Sh 
saved  the  best  for  the  last — her  mother  ha' 
given  her  an  exquisite  piece  of  white  laci 
"For  my  wedding  veil,"  smiled  Judy. 

Earlier  in  the  week,  Dave  had  said  j 
"Hey,  it's  your  birthday.  I've  got  to  gf 
you  a  present."  But  she  wanted  the  rin  j 
to  be  her  birthday  present.  So  to  seal  th 
bargain,  she'd  bought  him  a  combinatio 
birthday  and  engagement  ring  too — a  cat'; ! 
eye  set  in  heavy  gold  for  his  pinky. 

They'd  planned  to  go  to  Ciro's  that  e\f 
ning,  but  Judy  was  tired.  The  guests  gon 
she  went  upstairs  and  reappeared  in 
chintz  playdress,  her  hair  stuck  wil 
two  pins  on  top  of  her  head.  They  settle 
themselves  in  the  kitchen — she  and  h( 
family  and  Dave's  and  a  few  intimates- 
to  munch  olives  and  spaghetti  and  let 
overs  and  to  chew  the  fat.  "This,"  sigh? 
Judy  in  content,  "is  my  idea  of  a  pari; 
after  a  party!" 

They  haven't  set  the  day  yet,  just  tl! 
month,  and  they  hope  to  wangle  a  fe 
weeks  off  for  a  real  honeymoon.  N< 
have  they  picked  a  house.  Judy  knows  th; 
when  they  go  hunting,  Dave's  first  moi 
will  be  toward  the  backyard.  If  it's  b 
enough  to  accommodate  the  Gar-Rose  Rai 
way,  the  rest  will  be  of  slight  importanc  i 
That's  okay  with  her.  She'll  be  right 
his  heels,  measuring  with  him. 

Which,  if  two  nice  people  will  perrr 
us  to  borrow  a  word,  promises  well  f< 
an  adequate  marriage ! 


While  Judge  Hardy  (Lewis  Stone)  ponders,  Mickey  Rooney  wastes  no  time  in  making 
play  for  Judy  Garland.  From  all  appearances,  Mickey  learns  fast  in  "Life  Begins  for  And 
Hardy."  Ann   Rutherford  should  see  the   Mick  now.  Patricia  adds  to  the  competitioi 


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"The  Girls  I  Left 
Behind  Me!" 

Continued  from  page  34 

as  I  am  on  the  screen.  In  too  many  pictures 
lovely  ladies  have  left  me.  In  'The  Awful 
Truth'  I  fought  a  losing  battle  with  Cary 
Grant  and  the  script  writers.  Irene  Dunne 
chose  Cary,  who  was  not  as  rich  or  as 
stable  as  I — but  apparently  a  lot  more 
stimulating  In  'Brother  Orchid,'  if  you  can 
remember  so  far  back,  Ann  Sothern  took 
me  just  because  Eddie  Robinson  knew  he 
couldn't  make  her  happy  and  decided  to 
return  to  the  monastery.  But  her  heart  be- 
longed to  daddy  and  Eddie  was  playing 
daddy.  In  'Trade  Winds'  Joan  Bennett 
turned  her  back  on  me  as  soon  as  she  saw 
she  could  get  Freddie  March — even  though 
I  was  filthy  rich  and  he  hadn't  a  dime.  And 
then,  in'His  Girl  Friday'  Rosalind  Russell 
kept  me  dangling  on  a  string  while  she 
made  up  her  mind  whether  she  wanted  the 
security  I  offered — or  the  harum-scarum 
existence  that  rat  Grant  dazzled  her  with — 
and  she  finally  chose  Grant.  I  hope  they 
were  miserable  ever  after ! 

"Do  you  remember  a  poem  Service  once 
wrote  called  'Which?'  It  goes  something 
like  this : 

Tf  you  had  the  choice  of  two  women  to 
wed, 

(Though  of  course  the  idea  is  quite 
absurd) 

And  the  first  from  her  heels  to  her 

dainty  head 
Was  charming  in  every  sense  of  the 

word : 

Although  in  the  past    (I   grieve  to 
state) 

The  lady  was  never  exactly  "straight." 

The  second,  she  was  beyond  all  cavil, 
A  model  of  virtue,  I  must  confess  ; 
And  yet,  alas,  she  was  dull  as  the  devil. 
And  rather  a  dowd  in  the  way  of  dress  : 
Though  what  she  was  lacking  in  wit 

and  beauty 
She  more  than  made  up  for  in  "sense 

of  duty." 

Now,  suppose  you  must  wed,  and  make 

no  blunder, 
And  either  would  love  you  and  let  you 

win  her, 

Which  of  the  two  would  you  choose,  I 
wonder, 

The  stolid  saint  or  the  sparkling  sin- 
ner?' 

"Well,  that's  me  in  reverse.  I'm  the  stolid 
saint.  I  embody  all  the  traits  everyone  ad- 
mires and  no  one  envies.  And  where  does  it 
get  me  ?  Nowhere  !  Nobody  wants  me." 

"Yes,"  his  wife,  Catherine  Willard,  in- 
terrupted testily,  "it's  true.  If  Ralph  doesn't 
get  the  girl  soon,  people  are  going  to  begin 
to  think  I  won  him  on  a  punch  board  and 
was  stuck  with  him!" 

"I  always  act  the  perfect  gentleman  and 
I'm  virtuous  to  a  fault,"  Ralph  continued. 
"But  it  begins  to  look  to  me  as  though 
ladies  don't  like  gentlemen.  They  don't 
want  to  be  treated  with  respect.  They  want 
to  be  mauled.  Look  what  mauling  has  done 
for  Gable  and  Cagney.  And  as  for  virtue ! 
I  know  now  there  is  no  saying  more  ap- 
posite than  'Virtue  is  its  own  reward'  and, 
if  you  ask  me,  it's  a  darned  poor  reward. 

"Do  you  think,"  he  demanded  hotly,  "when 
I  come  home  at  night  and  weep  into  my 
pillow  over  the  ~loss  of  Irene,  Joan,  Ann 
and  Rozz  it's  any  comfort  to  me  to  reflect, 
'Well,  at  least,  I'm  good!'  No,  sir.  I  want 
to  be  a  gay  blade  and  one  of  these  days  I'm 
going  to  be." 


This  Arthur  Murray  Step 
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John  Murray  fries  fo  eavesdrop  on  Laraine  Day  and  Lew  Ayres  in  the  latest  "Dr.  Kildare" 
movie.  We'd  like  to  find  out  a  few  things,  too.  When,  Doc,  are  you  going  to  make  nurse 
Mary  Lamont  your  lawfully  movie-wedded  wife?  Or  do  we  have  to  speak  to  the  scripters? 


"Listen!"  I  ejaculated,  "once  I  was  dis- 
cussing you  with  .  one  of  the  oomphicst 
girls  on  the  screen  and  you  want  to  know 
what  she  said?  She  said  if  you  weren't 
already  married  there's  no  one  in  Holly- 
wood she'd  sooner  be  wedded  to  than  you. 
She  said  any- girl  would  feel  so  safe  with 
you." 

"What  a  terrible  thing  to  say  about  a 
guy!"  Ralph  moaned. 

"And,  anyhow."  Miss  Willard  interrupted 
again,  rather  tartly,  I  thought,  "who'd  feel 
safe  with  her?" 

"In  'Footsteps  in  the  Dark'  I  got  away 
from  stuffed  shirts,"  Ralph  resumed.  "I 
played  a  heavy  but  it_  was  a  good,  meaty 
part  and  I  thought  it  would  show  pro- 
ducers I  could  do  something  else.  But  'no ! 
In  'Affectionately  Yours'  I'm  right  there 
pitching  goodness  and  stability  at  Merle 
Oberon  while  Dennis  Morgan  feints  with  a 
sense  of  humor  and  a  devil-may-care  view 
of  life  that  completely  hypnotizes  her.  So 
once  again  I  lose  the  girl.  In  'Dance,  Girl, 
Dance'  it  was  the  talk  of  the  town  for  a 
week  because,  at  least,  I  was  going  to  get 
the  girl.  Much  consolation  that  was.  The 
only  reason  I  got  Maureen  O'Hara  was 
because,  although  she  was  in  love  with 
Louis  Hayward,  he  loved  someone  else. 
She  took  me  because  she  didn't  want  to 
ruin  his  life  and  she  knew  if  she  married 
me  he  would  realize  she  was  lost  to  him 
forever  and  would  go  back  to  his  true  love — 
his  wife.  That  was  a  fine  way  for  me  to 
win  a  girl,  wasn't  it? 

"You  say  you  want  to  do  a  story  on 
'The  Girls  I've  Left  Behind  Me' — but  you 
might  better  call  Jt  'The  Girls  I've  Loved 
and  Lost.'  But  heigho,  as  we  say  in  the 
old  country.  In  spite  of  my  virtue  and 
courtly  instincts,  I've  made  them  pay 
through  the  nose  for  jilting  me.  This  house 
is  all  paid  for  and  there  is  enough  money 
in  the  trust  fund  so  that  when  a  studio 
offered  me  a  contract  recently  I  was  able 
to  say,  'Gentlemen,  I  don't  want  to  make 
any  more  money  than  I'm  making  right 
now,  so  the  only  point  in  my  signing  with 
you  is  if  I  can  better  myself  some  other 
way.  If  you  will  agree  not  to  use  me  in 
over  three  or  four  pictures  a  year  (and 
those  must  be  A  pictures)  and  to  give  me 
my  lay-off  in  a  lump,  so  I  can  take  a  decent 
trip  if  I  want  to,  we'll  talk  turkey."  But 
they  couldn't  see  that,  so  I  am  still  free- 
lancing— and  loving  it. 

"It's  a  funny  business.  I've  been  out  here 
eleven  years  now.  The  last  play  I  did  in 


New  York  was  'Roadside'  in  .  which  I 
played  one  of  the  most  romantic  parts 
ever  written.  I  came  out  here  and  the  first 
picture  I  made  was  'The  Secret  Six'  in 
which  I  played  the  leader  of  a  gang  of 
thugs.  And  what  a  cast  that  picture  had! 
Clark  Gable,  Jean  Harlow,  Chester  Morris, 
Wallace  Beery  and  John  Miljan!  After 
that  I  played  one  heavy  after  another." 

"I  should  say  he  did,"  Mrs.  Bellamy 
interjected.  "I  was  afraid  when  he  came 
home  at  night  he  would  mistake  me  for  one 
of  his  molls  and  start  banging  "me  around 
accordingly." 

"After  a  while,"  Ralph  went  on,  "leads 
in  big  pictures  didn't  come  along  so 
frequently.  Studios  were  using  their  con- 
tract players  rather  than  pay  big  salaries 
to  free-lancers.  So,  because  I  wasn't  seen 
in  big  pictures,  people  thought  I  had  hit  a 
slump  and  when  I  appeared  in  'The  Awful 
Truth'  they  spoke  of  my  'come-back.'  Well, 
the  awful  truth  is,  I  made  more  money 
during  those  few  years  they  didn't  see  me 
so  often  than  I  did  when  I  was  playing  in 
big  pictures. 

"I  had  made  up  my  mind  if  I  couldn't 
get  the  parts  I  wanted  I  would  take  the 
parts  I  could  get.  As  a  result  of  that,  I 
can  now  afford  to  turn  down  a  part  oc- 
casionally. My  wife  and  I  have  just  got  back 
from  an  extended  trip  to  South  America. 
We  go  to  New  York  whenever  we  please 
and  I  don't  even  have  to  worry  about 
losing  a  part  to  do  it.  What  I  want  now 
is  to  get  back  into  A-pictures  exclusively 
and  to  vary  my  type.  Do  you  blame  me?" 

I  glanced  around  the  den,  where  we  were 
sitting.  Books  lined  one  wall.  There  were 
easy  chairs  and  lounges  scattered  about. 
Sheffield  and  crystal  cigarette  trays  and 
boxes.  Through  the  door,  in  the  hall,  one 
could  see  a  couple  of  Duncan  Phyffe  chairs, 
a  grandfather's  clock  and  a  Sheraton  table. 
Out  the  window,  the  back  yard  seemed  to 
stretch  away  to  infinity.  Orange  trees  made 
a  blaze  of  color  against  a  leaden  sky  from 
which  the  rain  poured.  I  jerked  my  thoughts 
back  to  Ralph.  "B-pictures,  villains,  and 
stuffed  shirts  have  given  you  all  this,"  I 
said,  waving  my  arm  around  to  indicate 
all  I  had  taken  in. 

"Wouldn't  you  rather  write  for  'slicks' 
(high-class  magazines)  than  pulps?"  he  re- 
joined. "It's  the  same  with  me." 

"I  can  understand  your  wanting  to  do 
A-pictures,"  I  conceded,  "but  your  insist- 
ence on  trying  to  get  away  from  parts 
that  have  made  you  famous  and  in  which 


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fans  like  to  see  you.  I  can't  understand. 
It  seems  to  me  you're  defeating  your  own 
ends.  All  the  big  pictures  you've  made  lately 
are  those  in  which  you've  played  the  parts 
you're  objecting  to — those  in  which  you've 
made  your  biggest  hits.  This  way.  you've 
developed  a  following.  People  go  to  see  a 
picture  you're  in  knowing  what  you're 
going  to  do  and  knowing  you'll  do  it  better 
than  anyone  else  could.  If  you  change  parts 
— or  types  of  parts — it  confuses  them. 
They're  disappointed.  Other  people  who, 
perhaps,  haven't  seen  you  before  but  who 
have  heard  of  you,  see  you  in  a  different 
type  of  part  and  maybe  they  won't  think 
you're  so  hot  in  it.  You  alienate  your  es- 
tablished fans  on  one  hand  and,  on  the 
other,  you  won't  acquire  any  new  ones." 

"I  see  what  you  mean,"  he  nodded,  "but 
I  don't  agree  with  you.  Before  I  landed 
on  Broadway  I  used  to  run  stock  com- 
panies. One  year  I  had  the  best  stock  in 
the  country  and  we  were  doing  a  land- 
office  business.  Then  receipts  began  to  drop 
a  little — not  much,  but  enough  to  worry 
me.  So  I  used  to  pull  my  hat  down,  turn 
my  coat  collar  up  so  I  wouldn't  be  recog- 
nized and  I'd  go  out  and  stand  in  front  of 
other  theaters  to  see  what  people  were  say- 
ing when  they  decided  where  to  go  that 
night.  I  found  they  were  shopping  for  en- 
tertainment. One  would  say,  'Oh,  there's 
so-and-so.  He  was  fine  in  his  last  picture. 
I  wonder  what  kind  of  part  he'll  be  playing 
in  this  one?'  It  was  the  same  if  it  was  a 
picture  house,  a  vaudeville  house,  a  legit- 
imate theater  or  even  burlesque.  They  were 
always  wondering  what  kind  of  part  a 
favorite  would  be  playing.  If  that  favorite 
had  always  stuck  to  one  type  of  part  they 
wouldn't  have  had  to  wonder.  So  I  came 
to  the  conclusion  they  want  variety  or 
diversity.  And  if  I  have  any  luck  or  any 
say  about  it,  from  here  on  out  instead  of 
its  being  a  case  of  'The  Girls  I've  Loved 
and  Lost'  it's  really  going  to  be  'The  Girls 
I've  Left  Behind  Me'  or  'The  Girls  I've 
Wooed  and  Won.'  " 

"Amen !"  said  Mrs.  Bellamy  fervently. 
"At  least,  then,  people  will  get  to  see  you 
as  you  are.  I  might  add,"  she  finished 
modestly,  "this  is  the  voice  of  experience 
speaking !" 


Nurse  Lamont  (Laraine  Day)  takes  Time  out 
from  her  busy  duties  to  play  with  a  dove  and 
a   rabbit.   Doves,  you   know,   are   good  luck. 


lomicj  America  Loves 


•  Dancing  by  moonlight,  "reviewing  the 
troops"  by  day — you  11  see  the  gayest  feminine 
fingertips  everywhere  in  Cutex  raspberry 
Lollipop  and  honey-mellow  Butterscotch! 

Cutex,  of  course,  goes  on  like  a  breeze — 
dries  hard  as  crystal.  Wears  amazingly  long, 
resists  chipping  and  peeling  day  after  day! 
Every  Cutex  skin-and-costume-flattering 
shade  is  porous — lets  the  moisture  through  ! 
And  every  Cutex  Polish  brush  is  made  of 
even  bristles  securely  set  —  made  in  U.S.A. 
Cutex  is  Young-American — All-American ! 
Onlv  10c  in  the  United  States. 


Northam  Warren,  New  York 


Cutex  Oily  Polish  Remover  contains 
no  acetone.  New  bottle  50%  larger. 


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Irene  Dunne's 
Design  for  Living 

Continued  from  page  57 


you  feel  you  cannot  use  any  of  your  pres- 
ent furniture  or  decorations.  And  you 
haven't  found  a  close  friend  whose  taste 
you  like  whom  you  may  consult  on  your 
problem.  Then  I  would  first  make  up  my 
mind  what  I  could  spend  to  rejuvenate  the 
place.  Don't  think  of  your  house  as  a 
whole.  That  might  be  too  financially  de- 
pressing. Most  of  us  housewives  do  one 
room  at  a  time.  After  setting  up  the 
budget,  I  think  your  next  move  would  be 
to  go  to  one  of  your  more  important  furni- 
ture stores.  Talk  with  someone  in  the 
decorating  department.  Tell  her,  or  him, 
your  problems,  and  ask  for  guidance — but 
definitely  not  for  complete  advice. 

If  the  budget  only  permits  re-doing  one 
room,  you  would  probably  choose  the  living- 
room  as  the  first  room.  Set  up  a  color  key. 
Choose  a  color  yon  like,  but  also  one  that 
is  right  for  the  room.  If  your  room  is 
bright  and  sunny,  select  a  nice  cool  tone  to 
start  from — green  or  gray  or  slate  blue. 
Let  the  person  who  is  guiding  you  tell 
you  what  harmonizes  best  with  your  key 
color.  If  your  room  is  dark  and  needs 
brightening,  choose  a  color  you  like  that 
will  lighten  up — yellow  or  pink  or  char- 
treuse. Your  next  move  must  be  to  de- 
termine whether  you  want  the  room  mas- 
sively, or  less  heartily,  furnished.  Which- 
ever you  choose,  be  sure  and  bear  in  mind 
that  comfort  plays  an  extremely  important 
part  in  home  building.  Therefore,  what- 
ever type  of  furniture  you  choose  should 
be  on  the  "comfortable"  side.  (Your  hus- 
band will  certainly  approve  of  that.)  It 
seems  to  me  that  if  you  have  no  particular 
choice  that,  inasmuch  as  you  are  living  in 
the  West,  you  should  set  up  as  informal 
an  existence  as  possible.  You  can  use 
chintzes  and  natural  wood  furniture,  rather 


A  study  in  relaxation  is  this  photograph  of  si 
from  her  latest  film,  "Unfinished  Business," 


than  the  formal  period  type  of  furnishing. 
However,  if  you  favor  the  more  formal 
type,  have  it  by  all  means. 

One  thing  to  bear  in  mind  is  that  it  can't 
all  be  perfect  at  once !  If  it  were,  the  fun 
of  doing  it  would  be  gone.  If  you  "do  over" 
your  living  room  and  are  pleased  with  the 
result,  and  you  have  to  wait  a  while  to  do 
the  dining  room,  you  will  dislike  the  dining 
room  more  than  ever,  in  contrast  to  the 
new  room.  But  by  the  same  token,  the 
new  room  will  be  doubly  stimulating  and 
cheering.  Also,  if  you  can't  find  just  the 
right  chair  for  just  the  right  place  in  the 
room,  don't  feel  you  must  take  something 
else.  Wait  until  that  wonderful  day  when 
the  right  one  comes  along.  It  will  in  time, 
though  it  may  take  months,  and  lots  of 
"shopping  around"  on  your  part.  It  will  be 
worth  that  much  more  to  you  when  you 


This  is  no  make-believe  picture,  ladies.  Irene  Dunne  is  really  having  fun  preparing  her  own 
lunch  in  her  dressing  room.  She  finds  kitchen  duty  a  pleasing  indoor  sport.  You  would  too, 
if  you'd  only  think  of  cooking  as  an  art  instead  of  a  drudge.  You're  welcome,  husbands. 


nging-star  Irene  Dunne.  Stealing  a  few  minutes 
on  the  Universal  lot,  is  an  important  ritual. 


get  it.  Also,  I  think  for  people  such  as 
you  and  I,  who  are  not  professional  decora- 
tors, that  after  we  have  visualized  a  room 
as  a  whole  we  should  settle  down  to  mak- 
ing the  selection  of  each  individual  piece 
carefully.  In  other  words,  it  seems  to  me 
that  much  individuality  is  lost  if  you  walk 
into  a  shop  and  say,  "I'll  take  that  chair 
and  that  divan  and  those  tables  and  that 
lamp  and  rug."  Each  piece  should  be  care- 
fully studied  and  chosen  for  just  the  right 
place.  If  you  deal  with  a  furniture  store 
they  will  be  willing  to  let  you  try  your 
selections,  I  am  certain. 

If  you  collect  antiques,  -you  should  go 
back  several  times  to  get  acquainted  with 
the  piece  you  are  interested  in  before  you 
actually  buy  it.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  you 
should  Zi'ant  your  important  pieces — you 
should  feel  that  you  just  can't  get  along 
without  them,  before  you  buy  them.  If  you 
buy  a  chair  simply  because  you  need  a 
chair,  you  will  usually  find  that  the  chair 
lacks  all  personality  in  your  home. 

If  it  is  necessary  to  take  five  years  to 
re-do  your  place  to  your  satisfaction,  take 
that  long !  Meantime,  you  will  be  learning 
along  the  way,  because  a  strange  thing 
happens  once  you  become  home-conscious : 
you  think  about  it  every  time  you  go  into 
someone  else's  home.  You  think  about  it 
when  you  are  looking  at  a  moving  picture, 
or  a  play,  or  reading  a  book.  You  find 
yourself  buying  magazines  that  stress  the 
home  angle.  You  pick  up  bits  of  informa- 
tion here  and  there,  and  this  information 
builds  to  such  a  degree  that  before  3^ou 
know  it  you  have  an  amazing  confidence 
in  yourself,  you  have  acquired  taste,  and 
you  know"  how  to  use  it. 

Certainly  you  will  want  to  entertain 
simply,  inasmuch  as  you  have  so  little  time 
in  which  to  plan  and  arrange  parties.  Either 
Saturday  night  suppers  or  Sunday  afternoon 
"brunches"  would  seem  to  be  the  best  time 
for  you  to  set  your  parties.  You  could  make 
quite  a  thing  of  either  of  those  functions — 
and  have  people  hoping  for  an  invitation 
to  your  house  for  one  of  your  nice  in- 
formal parties. 

On  the  Saturday  night  party,  it  seems 
to  me,  make  it  buffet  if  you  are  entertain- 
ing more  than  four  people.  If  you  have 
no  maid,  buffet  is  easier  on  you,  the  hostess. 
And  even  if  you  have  a  maid,  buffet  _  is 
considered  more  informal,  and  informality 
is  what  everyone  likes  these  days.  Have 
good  food,  well  cooked — -it  need  not  be  the 
most  expensive  food,  and  certainly  not  the 
heaviest,  or  you'll  find  a  lot  of  sleepyheads 


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How  GIRLS  GET  AHEAD  in  Hollywood! 


FACTS  make  Hollywood  even  more  fascinating  —  and 
facts  are  what  you  get  in  SCREEN  GUIDE  —  the  inde- 
pendent picture  magazine  of  motion  pictures.  In  Sep- 
tember SCREEN  GUIDE,  learn  how  girls  suddenly  be- 
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with  sensational  pictures,  about  Linda  Darnell,  Mar- 
jorie  Woodworth,  Jane  Russell  and  others  who  have 
gone  up  the  Hollywood  way. 

Other  Scoops  in  September  Screen  Guide: 

Why  Stars  Hate  Each  Other:  The  truth  about  Robinson  and 
Raft.  The  real  "inside*'  revealed  at  Last. 

Priscilla  Lane's  Million  Dollar  Love:  Here's  her  hidden 

romance.  See  her  most  glamorous  four-color  portrait. 

The  Stars  Squawk:  Low-down  on  Bill  Holden,  Number  One 
mistreated  star.  What's  happened  to  the  "Golden  Boy?" 

ClarkGable, Perpetual  Motion  Picture Star:TheBrutal Truth! 

Dorothy  Lamour's  Adventures  in  Love:  Where  will  they  end? 

Why  Charles  Boyer  Hides  from  Hollywood:  His  refuge  re- 
vealed! What  makes  "The  Great  Lover*'  that  way? 

COLOR  PORTRAITS:  Priscilla  Lane,  Charles  Boyer,  George  Raff, 

Rita  Hayworth,  Betty  Grable  and  Carole  Landis! 
PLUS  popes  of  gossip,  fashion  news,  beauty  hints,  movie  reviews! 


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SEPTEMBER  ISSUE 
Now  on  Sale 
at  ALL  NEWSSTANDS 


on  your  hands  after  supper !  Also,  to  make 
it  easier  on  yourself  as  the  hostess,  have 
something  for  your  guests  to  do  to  keep 
them  entertained.  If  they  are  a  musical 
group  of  people  have  some  new  records, 
or  some  old  songs  for  them  to  sing.  Maybe 
they  are  people  who  go  for  quiz  games. 
Maybe  they  are  bridge  or  gin  rummy 
fiends.  If  they  don't  like  such  strenuous 
mental  games  (and  you'd  be  surprised  the 
number  of  people  who  don't)  surely  they 
will  like  keeno  and  bingo.  The  important 
thing  is  to  have  something  planned,  so  they 
can't  get  bored.  How  will  you  know  what 
to  plan  for  them,  what  type  of  entertain- 
ment they  will  most  enjoy?  With  the  dis- 
cernment you  must  have  as  a  school 
teacher,  that  will  be  easy.  And,  of  course, 
you  will  only  invite  those  people  at  the 
same  time  who  will  be  congenial  together 
and  enjoy  the  same  things. 

The  Sunday  "brunch"  you  could  serve 
about  one  o'clock.  Let  all  the  guests  play 
a  part  in  this.  For  instance,  get  a  couple 
of  double  waffle  irons,  and  let  each  guest 
bake  his  own  waffle.  These  irons  are  not 
too  expensive  and  are  easily  manipulated, 
and  whether  your  guests  know  how  to  cook 
or  not  they  can  at  least  turn  out  their 
own  waffle,  and  probably  have  lots  of  fun 
doing  it.  Crisp  bacon,  strawberry  preserves, 
honey,  maple  syrup,  are  delicious  with 
waffles.  And,  of  course,  have  pots  and  pots 
of  good  coffee.  After  eating,  if  the  weather 
is  right  for  it,  have  a  ping-pong  contest,  or 
a  badminton  contest,  or  a  good,  old-fash- 
ioned, rousing  croquet  contest.  Contests  can 
absolutely  make  the  spirit  of  a  party.  With 
all  your  guests  having  such  fun  you'll  prob- 
ably have  a  hard  time  getting  them  to  go 
home.  You  may  have  to  produce  one  of 
those  Sunday  night  cold  suppers — with  hot 
rolls  or  bot  biscuits.  But  the  fact  that  you 
can't  get  rid  of  your  guests  should  be  very 
flattering,  and  not  annoying.  In  time,  en- 


tertaining will  become  a  delightfully  pleas- 
ant pastime.  It  requires  practice. 

You  are  blessed  with  intelligence  and 
knowledge,  I  know.  Else  you  could  not  be 
a  teacher.  And  the  fact  that  vou  are  con- 


scious of  a  need  for  a  more  gracious  and 
interesting  home  existence  will  make  it 
easier  for  you  to  work  out  a  way  of  living 
that  will  be  completely  to  your  liking.  I 
am  positive  of  that.  The  very  best  of  luck ! 


In  Irene  Dunne's  "Design  for  Living,"  she  makes  every  waking  moment  court.  Here,  while 
she  has  her  lunch,  she  also  attends  to  other  matters.  Her  excellent  and  entertaining  advice 
to  our  6-Star  contest  winner  will  appeal  to  countless  women  with  similar  home  problems. 


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OLD  KING  COLE 

calls  it 

something  worth 
calling  for 


Now  Old   King   Cole  was  a 
merry  old  soul,  and  he  called 
for  his  pipe,  his  bowl,  and  fid- 
dlers three.  Then  he  shouted 
extra  loud  for  Dentyne — (that 
delicious   chewing    gum  that 
helps  keep  teeth  bright). 

That  made  the  fiddlers  hopping 
mad.  "How  come  you  call  ^xtra 
loud  for  Dentyne?"  said  they. 

i     "Because  it's   extra  good," 
-J,    laughed  Old  King  Cole.  "You 
>;f§    see,  it  has  a  really  different  flavor 
wS    — a  warmly  satisfying  goodness, 
and  it's  mighty  refreshing.  Be- 
sides, Dentyne's  pleasant  firm- 
ness helps  keep  your  teeth  nat- 
S    urally  sparkling.  Try  some." 

ft  And  the  fiddlers,  sampling  deli- 
It  cious  Dentyne,  were  so  delight- 
I  ed  they  played  the  merriest  tune 
I  imaginable. 

(Moral:  You  will  feel  merry  too 
when  you  chew  Dentyne.  You'll 
enjoy  its  sparkling  flavor  —  and 
the  way  it  helps  keep  teeth 
bright.  Notice  Dentyne's  handy 
flat  package  too). 


6  INDIVIDUALLY  WRAPPED 
STICKS  IN  EVERY  PACKAGE 


HELPS  KEEP  TEETH  WHITE 


Hollywood  is  still  buzzing  over  Gene 
the  Tierney  girl  blithely  ignores  the 
brand  new  husband.  Gene,  above,  as 


Tierney's  surprise  marriage  to  Count  Oleg  Cassin 
gossips,  concentrating  her  energies  on  her  caree 
Belle  Starr,"  gun-totin'  female,  with  Randy 


i;  but 
and 
Scott. 


The  Truth  About  Cene  Tierney's  Surprise  Marriage 


Continued  from  poge  55 


lete  trimmings  to  a  name?  Olie's  title  has 
been  a  handicap  to  him ;  he  is  so  pleased, 
the  darling,  to  occasionally  meet  old  chums 
who  knew  him  abroad.  'It  is  reassuring,' 
he  confesses.  'They  know  I'm  not  a  phoney, 
that  I  didn't  stage  an  act  to  make  you 
love  me !' " 

She  sighed,  remembering.  "He  didn't, 
either.  That  is,  he  only  did,  attractively, 
what  any  man  very  much  in  love  does.  He 
won't  be  like  a  duck  out  of  water  for  long. 
I'll  help  him  see  to  that!  He  is  a  swell, 
talented  fellow,  my  husband  Olie  is,  and 
because  he's  a  foreigner,  old-fashioned  pre- 
judice isn't  going  to  lick  him!  Good  grief," 
she  exploded,  "I'm  still  waiting  for  him  to 
spring  his  super-suave  manners ! 

"I  was  not,"  she  emphasized,  calming 
down  from  her  momentary  defensiveness, 
"overwhelmed  by  Olie's  title — in  spite  of 
the  wisecracks  of  sarcastic  columnists,  who 
implied  I  was.  It  was  a  good  Russian  one 
— Olie's  mother's  family  left  Italy  for  Rus- 
sia four  centuries  ago,  and  he's  inherited 
his  surname  from  her — but  he  had  applied 
for  his  American  citizenship  quite  some 


months  before  we  ever  met.  The  few  in 
Hollywood  who  took  the  trouble  to  notice 
will  testify,  for  us,  that  he  always  has  called 
himself  plain  Mr.  Cassini." 

So  all  the  tall  and  constant  talking  about 
why-would-she-want-to-throw-herself-away 
on  a  climbing  Italian  count  (none  of  the 
three  glibly-used  adjectives  accurately 
describe  her  new  husband)  boil  down  to 
wild  gossip  by  the  uninformed.  Gene  could 
have  chosen  a  permanently  titled  gentle- 
man; she's  had  the  social  connections.  She 
might  have  snared  a  Park  Avenue  scion,  for 
she  went  to  exclusive  girls'  boarding  schools 
in  Connecticut  and  Europe.  She  "endured," 
as  she  phrases  it  tersely,  a  society  debut. 
But  she  is  too  real,  too  like  the  modern 
miss  next  door  to  be  dazzled.  That  may 
sound  funny,  recalling  all  the  gilding  that 
has  been  thrust  upon  her.  But  strip  away 
all  the  star  shellacking.  Discard  all  the 
debutante  background  that,  at  considerable 
personal  sacrifice,  her  parents  had  built  up 
so  carefully  for  her.  Go  beyond  all  the 
surface  conclusions  that  have  spread  wide 
recently,  that  inevitably  do  in  a  situation 


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such  as  she  has  caused.  Those  who  hope 
she  will  soon  snap  out  of  her  romantic 
dream,  wiser  and  sorrier  for  the  experience, 
are  fated  to  be  severely  disappointed,  I 
prophecy.  Gene  is  young.  Not  quite  twenty- 
one.  She  is  a  rebel.  And  how  she  has  kicked 
aside  Perfect  Plans !  But  she  isn't  reckless, 
as  it  has  seemed,  and  she  isn't  the  wrong 
kind  of  fool. 

"I  think,"  she  continued,  frankly,  "that 
I  am  conservative.  I've  never  been  a  formal 
soul,  but  I  am  not  flighty.  I'm  moody, 
sometimes  mopey,  but  even  if  I'm  physically 
lazy  I'm  rock-bottomed  with  common  sense, 
I  claim.  I  wanted  a  church  wedding,  to 
wear  white,  to  have  my  family  all  present 
and  celebrating  with  me.  But  I  am  old 
enough,  also,  to  have  discovered  that  we 
usually  don't  get  everything  exactly  as  we 
wish  it.  And  that  we  must  make  selections. 
I  had  a  love  problem,  I  tangled  with  it,  and 
I  solved  it.  To  my  own  satisfaction  at  least. 

"We  have  had  nothing  but  hurdles,  Olie 
and  I,  so  every  girl  and  boy  who  envies 
the  smooth  path  some  lovers  rate  will  not 
envy  us.  We  are  in  the  same  boat.  We,  too, 
are  Of  Today.  Full  of  doubts  about  the 
world  around  us.  Figuring  how  far  our 
money  can  go.  We  had  our  adolescent 
fancies,  pretty  ones,  but  Olie  and  I  realize 
life  is  no  cinch.  We  may  be  in  Hollywood, 
but  we're  still  two  against  all  comers.  We're 
going  to  fight  for  what  we  want — the 
chance  to  work  at  what  we've  an  ability 
for,  and  the  chance  to  love ! 

"All  right,"  grimaced  Gene,  slim  hand 
shielding  her  from  sunlight  which  showed 
her  up  as  every  bit  as  beautiful  as  fine 
studio  lights  can  make  her,  "so  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox, my  studio,  has  faith  in  me. 
You  can  bet  I  appreciate  that.  Because  I'm 
not  as  'lucky'  as  they've  declared.  Not  pre- 
cisely. They  didn't  see  any  value  in  an- 
nouncing that  I'd  had  a  previous,  un- 
fortunate encounter  with  the  movies.  Not 
that  I  got  on  the  screen  before ;  I  didn't, 
willing  though  I  was !  My  studio  biography 
states  that  I  was  signed  after  a  Broadway 
success.  Which  is  so.  But  the  omission  is 
that  Columbia  originally  brought  me  out, 
after  two  minor  roles  in  Broadway  attempts. 
I  was  a  scared-to-death  seventeen  then.  I 
wandered  and  wondered  about  the  Colum- 
bia lot,  a  mystery  to  everyone  including 
mother  and  me.  There  was  no  rush  to  take 
portrait  sittings,  to  pose  in  the  latest 
fashions.  Eventually  I  was  cast  in  a  picture, 
opposite  Randolph  Scott.  It  has  been  con- 
soling, doing  'Belle  Starr'  with  Randy,  for 
on  my  second  day  'way  back  three  years 
ago  I  was  unceremoniously  taken  out  and 
Frances  Dee  took  over  the  role.  I  was  A 
Failure,  and  if  you  think  I  enjoyed  that, 
you're  crazy ! 

"I  did  what  I  could  to  grin  and  bear  it. 
I  was  fat,  so  I  dieted.  I  studied  dancing. 
And  when  option  time  came  I  got  the  axe, 
anyhow.  I'd  come  to  Hollywood,  fizzled 
ignominiously,  and  was  fated  to  be  for- 
gotten. Only  I'm  stubborn.  Ask  mother  and 
dad !  I  declined  to  Fade  Out.  At  almost 
eighteen  I  knew  I  could  make  the  grade 
with  a  studio,  just  as  at  almost  twenty-one 
I  know  I  can  be  a  true  wife.  I  wrangled 
another  play  on  Broadway ;  it  was  the  hit 
from  which  20th  re-imported  me.  So  I'm 
well  aware  I  owe  my  employers  a  good 
measure  of  thanks,  and  I  haven't  shirked 
on  a  single  assignment.  Still,  do  you  imagine 
I  would  let  'glamor'  go  to  my  head?  That 
I'd  say  to  The  One  Man,  T  regret  that  my 
public  is  too  important!  Come  back  in  a 
tew  years  when  my  contract  is  up  and  we'll 
get  together'  .  .  .  ?  Well,"  she  retorted, 
"I  wouldn't !" 

Her  new  residence  is  Olie's  former 
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and  Bel-Air  mansions,  away  up  along 
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with  "wonderful  possibilities,"  to  quote 
Gene.  Leading  me  through  it,  she  pointed 
out  the  living-room  ceiling,  which  is  badly 
in  need  of  a  new  coat  of  paint.  "I  doubt  if 
I'll  do  it  myself,"  Gene  murmured.  "On 
my  second  night  here  Olie  and  I  painted 
the  bathroom !"  She  has  been  huddling  with 
a  decorator,  ordering  chintz,  and  having 
the  maple  furniture  and  pewter  polished. 
She  has  a  cook,  but  she's  busily  supervising 
every  detail.  "Olie  didn't  even  have  a  lock 
on  the  front  door !  But  my  dog  Butch  loves 
his  cat,  and  I  adore  fixing  things  up!" 

She  poured  tea,  far  prouder  to  be  the 
mistress  of  a  home  where  love  undoubtedly 
is  than  to  be  tossing  down  cocktails  in  a 
be-chromiumed  bar.  "It  may  interest  those 
suspicious  folk  who  doubt  Olie's  intentions 
— he  couldn't  help  it  if  he  was  a  count  and 
had  a  slight  accent — to  hear  that  he  in- 
sisted Upon  signing  a  legal  document  be- 
fore we  married,  giving  up  any  claim  to 
community  property.  He  wanted  it  that 
way,  so  people  would  have  no  ground  to 
stand  on  in  that  respect." 

He  is  a  designer,  and  while  his  salary  is 
about  a  ninth  of  Gene's  at  present,  he  may 
someday  be  another  Adrian.  Her  husband's 
family,  according  to  Gene,  has  welcomed 
her  warmly.  And  he  can't  be  dismissed  as 
a  social  climber.  "Olie's  grandfather  was 
the  Russian  ambassador  to  the  United 
States  during  the  administration  of  Teddy 
Roosevelt,  and  his  mother  was  a  White 
House  chum  of  Alice  Roosevelt  Long- 
worth.  Olie's  father  was  a  Russian  min- 
ister to  Paris,  and  that's  where  he  was 
born,  in  1913.  When  the  revolution  struck 
Russia  his  parents  were  left  penniless. 
Countess  Cassini,  a  woman  of  taste,  started 
a  dress  establishment  in  Paris  and  so,  hard 
a  time  as  they  had,  Olie  was  well  educated 
in  Florence,  and  at  the  University  of  Rome. 
When  he  became  a  designer  in  his  mother's 
shop  she  thought  he  would  be  satisfied.  But 
he  wasn't.  He  wished  to  come  to  America." 

And  it  wasn't  simple  for  him  here.  He 
got  into  the  wholesale  dress  business  in 
New  York  City.  But  he  was  twenty-four 
and  bewildered.  After  a  year  of  a  union  that 
should  never  have  been,  he  returned  to  his 
designing  skill,  beginning  all  over  again.  In 
two  years  he  saved  enough  to  try  Holly- 
wood. He  nearly  starved  in  the  three 
months  it  took  to  land  a  year's  contract  at 
Paramount.  There  he  costumed  Dorothy 
Lamour  and  designed  the  feminine  ward- 
robe for  "B"  productions. 

This  was  his  job  when  Gene,  far  higher 
in  the  Hollywood  rating,  met  him.  The 
scene  was  eight  months  before  they  defiantly 
married,  in  Constance  Moore's  house,  the 
occasion  a  formal  dinner.  Gene  retired  into 
a  corner  moodily  empty  of  any  emotional 
companionship.  Olie  had  brought  an  Earl 
Carroll  girl  who  amazed  him  by  strolling 
out  into  the  kitchen,  after  dinner,  and 
emerging  with  a  banana  in  one  hand  and 
a  bottle  of  beer  in  the  other.  He  was  prac- 
tically jolted  into  observing  Gene,  com- 
paratively a  vision  of  conservatism.  "You 
don't  look  as  though  you're  having  a  good 
time,"  he  said.  "I'm  as  happy  as  anyone 
else!"  she  answered.  And  from  then  on  it 
was  love,  so  far  as  Olie  was  concerned.  He 
followed  her  everywhere,  telephoned  her 
three  and  four  times  a  day,  and  he  saw 
to  it  that  they  had  dates  every  night. 

"People  have  persisted  in  assuming  this 
is  all  impulse.  They  don't  comprehend  that 
it  was  the  opposite.  I  fell  in  love — not  mad- 
ly at  first  sight — with  my  best  friend  !"  Olie 
isn't  handsome.  He  couldn't  push  her  into 
the  top  row  of  stars.  He  wasn't  an  imposing- 
name,  as  an  actor  would  have  been.  But 
he  has  that  fatal  fascination  no  woman  can 
resist :  he  understands  her  completely. 

"He  is  the  only  man  I  have  ever  been 
able  to  look  up  to !  Oh,  I've  had  crushes. 
I  had  them  after  I  met  Olie.  I'd  been  en- 
gaged twice  before.  But  at  the  last  minute 

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There's  no  denying  that  Wally  Beery  is  un- 
pretty,  or  that  he's  lovable.  To  Marjorie  Main 
he's  wonderful   in   M-G-M's  "Barnacle  Bill." 


I'd  always  sensed  that  I  could  get  along 
without  the  man.  We  weren't  in  tune,  down 
deep. 

"Olie  and  I  are  not  opposites.  We  are  so 
much  alike  it's  almost  frightening.  He's  like 
a  part  of  me.  Both  of  us  are  independent, 
yet  we  don't  want  to  be.  Both  of  us  are 
strong-minded.  We  work  hard,  play  hard. 
We  think  the  same  things  are  funny,  have 
the  same  dislikes.  He  has  suffered,  has  had 
to  adjust  himself  to  the  strange  ways  of 
a  new  country.  So  he's  not  callow,  or 
narrow.  He  is  so  tolerant !  But  most  of  all, 
he  always  knows  what  I'm  talking  about — 
and  what  better  definition  can  I  give  you 
than  that?"  When  a  girl  can  distinguish 
that  well  her  choice,  I  suspect,  is  unerring 
feminine  instinct." 

After  three  months  of  discussing  their 
single  loneliness  an  elopement  was  decided 
upon.  Gene's  family  and  studio  would  argue 
that  she  was  far  too  young,  so  why  clutter 
up  their  path  ?  Unseasonal  California  rain 
halted  them,  however.  Paul  Mantz,  airplane 
pilot  for  many  a  star,  wouldn't  risk  the 
downpour.  Next  morning  Olie  telephoned 
to  inquire  when  they'd  try  it  once  more. 
Gene,  temporarily  abashed  by  a  talking-to 
rendered  by  her  mother,  replied  that  she 
wasn't  sure.  Olie  is  no  man  with  whom  to 
trifle.  "He  believed  I  couldn't  care  enough. 
He  stayed  away.  And  so  I  did  what  you 
would  imagine :  I  went  out  with  others. 
Once  with  Rudy  Vallee,  with  mother 
chaperoning  Rudy.  I  went  about  some  with 
Mickey  Rooney,  whom  I  like  in  a  sisterly 
way  because  he  is  a  great  personality.  I 
even  developed  some  more  crushes.  And 
what  do  you  think  I  did  about  them?  I'd 
phone  Olie  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  when 
I'd  come  in  from  my  dates,  and  describemy 
symptoms.  I'd  do  that  regularly.  He  claims, 
now,  I  was  subconsciously  attempting  to 
make  him  jealous.  Well,  it  didn't  work,  if 
that  were  it.  He  listened,  but  he  didn't 
come  back." 

Once  she  nearly  went  too  far  for  the 
patient  and  despairing  Olie.  She  was  in- 
troduced to  Robert  Sterling,  a  personable 
juvenile,  and  that  was  a  whirlwind.  The 
columnists  reported  that  Gene  was  going 
East  to  secure  her  father's  permission  to 
marry  Sterling.  By  traintime  she  knew  it 
could  only  be  Olie.  How  could  she  ever  dc 
without  him?  She  scrawled  a  long  letter 
saying  just  that — to  Olie,  not  to  Sterling 


Her  father  pronounced  soothing  words 
about  Olie  being  a  passing  fancy,  and  she 
didn't  hear  them.  When  she  came  back  to 
Hollywood  a  rush  before  the  cameras  en- 
sued." But  making  "Belle  Starr"  didn't  con- 
sume all  her  thoughts.  Olie  gave  her  a 
diamond  and  she  wore  it  a  whole  week  at 
the  studio.  "Mother  and  everyone  from 
the  prop  man  on  up,  except  Mr.  Zanuck 
who  naturally  wasn't  bothered  with  ro- 
mances everyone  knew  wouldn't  jell,  pulled 
me  aside  and  lectured  me  on  my  foolish- 
ness. I  wired  dad.  inviting  him  to  come  to 
my  wedding.  He  wired  congratulations,  but 
said  I  was  to  wait  until  fall.'  'Butch,'  my 
brother  at  Yale,  would  spend  the  summer 
with  me  and  straighten  things  out. 

"I  had  them  straightened  out.  I  didn't 
want  any  more  advice.  I'd  had  to  eat  humble 
pie,,  for  when  I  tried  to  be  emotional  with 
Olie.  again,  he  was  proud."  She  grinned. 
"I  convinced  him,  though.  We  decided 
we'd  keep  the  actual  event  a  secret  for  a 
month.  Mother  was  so  opposed  to  the  idea 
of  me  marrying  anyone  1  We  went  to  Las 
Vegas  under  assumed  names.  I  wore  a  sort 
of  campfire  girl  outfit,  instead  of  a  smart 
suit,  and  Olie  was  in  casual  sports  clothes, 
with  a  polo  shirt.  We  cautiously  sat  at 
opposite  ends  of  the  plane — we  got  prac- 
tical and  went  on  a  regular  one,  instead 
of  splurging  to  charter  our  own — and  from 
time  to  time  I'd  take  out  my  compact  and 
wink  at  him  in  my  mirror.  A  chauffeur 
and  limousine  met  us  with  a,  'Where  to, 
Miss  Tierney?'  The  man  explained,  'My 
name  happens  to  be  the  same  as  yours,  so 
I  keep  tabs  on  you.'  Very  odd !  When  we 
found  a  justice  of  the  peace  we  had  to  wait 
■until  he  finished  his  Sunday  School  class. 
Then  we  were  surprised  by  a  studio  official, 
vacationing  at  the  deluxe  hotel  in  Las 
Vegas.  He  had  a  grand  wedding  breakfast 
served  for  us." 

They  flew  back  to  Hollywood  that  Sun- 
day night.  Xo  Riviera  honeymoon  as  she 
had  once  visualized.  Xo  delirious  brides- 
maids. Xo  welcoming  Mrs.  Tierney.  When 
Gene  got  home  her  mother  was  conspicu- 
ously out  for  the  evening.  Two  days  later 
Gene  and  Olie  drove  her  mother  to  the 
Xew  York  plane.  The  Tierney s — mother, 
father,  brother  and  younger  sister — are  still 
"a  bit  aloof."  They  haven't  anything 
against  Olie,  really,  but  they  cannot  forget 
their  long-laid  plans  for  Gene.  They  can- 
not yet  see  that,  almost  twenty-one,  she's 
no  longer  a  child.  "Yes,"  admits  Gene,  "I 
was  engaged  twice  before.  But  so  was 
mother.  Her  third  engagement  took,  just 
as  mine  did.  She  has  never  regretted  her 
choice.  Xeither  will  I !" 

The  extra  complication  Gene  has  to 
handle  is  her  career.  So  far  she's  had  no 
time  off  from  work.  Her  studio  loaned  her 
to  Walter  Wanger  to  star  in  "Sundown" 
immediately  she  completed  "Belle  Starr." 
She  is  counting  on  a  delayed  honeymoon 
trip  to  Washington,  D.  C,  in  Xovember. 
Olie's  brother,  a  society  reporter  there,  has 
written  promising  them  a  ball  there.  The 
elder  Cassinis  have  come  West,  briefly, 
from  their  home  in  the  capital,  to  bestow 
their  blessing.  Gene  hopes  her  own  family 
will  relent. 

Meanwhile,  she  and  Olie  have  to  work 
out  their  new  road  together.  She  had  to  go 
to  Xew  Mexico,  on  location.  Olie,  anxious 
for  a  new  studio  contract,  was  too  proud 
to  go  along.  Hollywood  is  still  displaying 
a  few  prongs,  being  hurt  by  Gene's  daring 
to  marry  for  love  when  her  stardom  could 
have  won  her  a  fellow  with  influence  or 
fan  mail.  "But  Olie  will  free-lance  him- 
self into  demand,  you'll  see!"  she  told  me. 
beaming  over  her  tea  pot  "He  is  so  tal- 
ented, so  real !" 

She  is  acting  as  though  it  were  impos- 
sible to  fail.  Which  is  the  only  sure  system 
for  succeeding  at  anything.  Even  at  love, 
when  you  are  unmistakably  two  against 
this  nuttv  world ! 


I  hovn  a  Woman  < 
Whv  was  \  o°v" 


Ltd*  1  v  f  vou,  lot? 

And  do  >'0U      Liter  what  time  oi 
Veep  smilm&  n0  n    ,  -r  secret!  voU  need  is  a 

*?J%  oo  old  to  leaxn  ^  t0  be 

Well,  you  re  not  &  crop  0f 

lesson  on  »o-  «  S 

■  Carefree!  ««ursel 


gay 


First  of  all,  .  „«cr  i«*f  '  .mnoriant  com/o"  »• 

Q«  do  as  mo^t  g"  naturall>  "  => 

tae  ■»  i'/f*  -  „  ot  confidence  io  ta-g 

I0b,„d  chafe  ,      ,ld  d  oo  pad  ptcA1de, 

*e  needs  to  P»t  a  carefree 

fj-nt  comf»r,abIe 


oir\  »°  lear" 

Hov/s  °j    what  not  to 

do,  on  «w»  rREE 
book:  As  p  0. 

An0th-434    Sept  S-9, 
Xj       Mlchi,-  Ave-, 
■   9l9Cmcago,  WHO- 


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A,  9 


Yours  for  Loveliness 

Notes  from  our  book  of  beauty  lore  on 
what's  new— what's  improved— and  all  good! 


nLEDGE  yourself  to  a  Pledge  manicure,  and  discover  how  professionally  this  new 
r  tube  application  method  accomplishes  nail  art,  even,  for  the  amateur.  The  oilized  nail 
polish  remover,  for  instance,  drops  from  a  self-feeding  felt-tip  tube  to  clean  nails  like 
magic.  A  slot  in  the  felt  permits  that  cameo-clear  tiny  tip  and  easy  removal  of  polish 
from  cuticle.  The  nail  enamel,  in  lovely  colors,  is  self-feeding  from  a  brush  tube,  like 
applying  lipstick.  The  brush  is  improved  for  better  results,  drying  time  speeded  up.  The 
cuticle  softener  and  nail  cream,  both  oilized,  work  in  the  same  efficient  brush  manner. 

KURLASH,  that  queen  of  a  gadget  for  curling  your  lashes  into  an  arc  of  loveliness, 
has  been  improved!  It's  more  mechanically  efficient,  say  the  Kurlash  makers,  who 
are  aces  in  all  the  arts  of  eye  beautification.  Kurlash  now  curls  more  quickly  and  more 
definitely ;  there's  more  space  for  inserting  your  lashes  between  the  curling  bows ;  it  has 
a  little  cushion  guard,  softening  any  contact  with  the  eyelid  while  curling,  and  enlarged 
scissors  handles  make  it  firmer  to  grasp  and  more  accurate  in  curl  without  extra  pres- 
sure. Most  important,  results  are  more  lasting.  You  can  use  it  with  or  without  mascara. 

IE  ANYTHING  makes  us  feel  practically  poverty-stricken,  it's  lack  of  plenty  of  lip- 
I  sticks.  Like  perfumes,  we  need  a  number  to  be  happy  and  feel  affluent.  The  solution 
to  any  such  lack  is  Pond's  "Lips."  You  get  little  ones  in  the  chains,  big  ones  in  drug 
or  department  stores,  and  for  color  and  texture  and  staying-on  qualities,  they  are  tops. 
The  four  will  give  you  the  correct  colors  for  varying  moods,  occasions  and  costumes. 
Beige,  for  instance,  so  heralded  for  Fall,  needs  Rascal  Red,  but  you  will  find  Heart- 
beat better  with  blues.  And  what  fun,  what  color  and  appeal  when  you  make  lipstick 
an  accessory  to  your  outfit !  The  right  color  is  more  important  than  perfect  lips. 

THIS  department  has  a  weakness  for  packaged  beauty.  We  like  what  should  go  to- 
gether to  come  together.  We  like  basic  aids,  for  instance,  complete,  with  some  of  all 
we  need.  Therefore,  we  glowed  when  Harriet  Hubbard  Ayer's  box,  "The  Ayer  Way  to 
Loveliness"  appeared.  There  are  five  preparations  in  a  sweet  box,  costing  very  little, 
including  Luxuria,  that  fine  cream,  Night  Cream  for  lubricating  use,  Beautifying  Face 
Cream,  a  powder  base,  Ayer  Skin  Lotion,  and  the  very  new  Beautifying  Mask.  There 
is  nothing  like  these  masks  for  quick  results  when  you  look  tired  or  dull.  Grand  buy. 

PARALENE  is  a  water-soluble  corrective  cleansing  cream,  and  I'll  wager  you'll  see 
some  corrective  signs  after  its  very  first  use.  Apply  a  few  dabs  of  the  cream,  moisten 
your  fingers,  then  work  gently  and  well  over  the  skin.  Rinse  off.  It's  about  as  simple 
as  that.  The  point  is  that  this  extremely  thorough  cleansing  does  wonders  in  the  way 
of  super-bathing,  of  removing  the  cause  of  minor  blemishes  and  renewing  a  fresh  and 
clear  skin  tone.  A  really  clean  skin  is  usually  a  lovely  skin,  remember.  Paralene  seems 
to  combine  the  elements  of  cream  and  water  bathing  to  perfection,  and  is  well  worth  a  try. 

THERE'S  social  security  for  you  and  that  first  new  frock  for  Autumn  in  the  new 
bigger  jar  of  Odorono  cream.  This  cream  is  light  and  creamy-smooth,  and  use  in  one 
to  three  days  seems  about  right.  It  is  Very  gentle,  so  you  may  use  it  on  hands  or  feet 
that  perspire.  It  is  dependable  and  safe.  Its  use  means  you  remain  sweetly  sure  of  your- 
self and  that  your  frocks,  sweaters  and  blouses  will  never  know  embarrassing  perspira- 
tion signs.  It  both  deodorizes  and  keeps  skin  free  of  dampness,  and  seems  to  me  to 
answer  every  need  for  a  perspiration  protective.  C.  M. 


Lynn  Bari  eyes  the  microphone  as  she  starts 
her  solo  in  "Sun  Valley  Serenade,"  which 
also  features  Sonja  Henie  and  John  Payne. 


Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 

Continued  from  page  15 


with  even  more  elaborate  arrangements — 
result  in  harmony.  Wonderful,  if  you  can 
do  it!  _ 

Marjorie  was  born  in  San  Francisco  and 
likes  salads  and  souffles,  but  she  doesn't 
let  her  ideas  about  food  interfere  with  her 
husband's.  "Mr.  Gudger  likes  hot  bread 
with  every  meal,  so  we  have  hot  bread.  He 
says  cornmeal  bread  must  be  made  of  white, 
not  yellow  cornmeal,  so  we  never  have  yel- 
low in  the  house.  He  likes  grits  and  pan- 
fried  chops ;  then  you  pour  the  pan  gravy 
over  the  grits — it's  quite  delicious  if  proper- 
ly done.  We  serve  yams,  not  sweet  potatoes. 
Mr.  Gudger  wouldn't  look  at  a  sweet  potato. 

"He  doesn't  care  for  salad,  except  for  a 
special  salad  I  enjoy,  too.  For  this  I  take 
half  a  Bartlett  pear,  put  a  ball  of  cream 
cheese  mixed  with  a  tiny  bit  of  Roquefort 
in  the  hollow,  then  pour  lime  Jello  over 
the  whole  so  as  to  encase  the  pear,  set  on 
a  bed  of  crisp  lettuce  and  grate  a  little  Elk- 
horn  cheese  on .  top." 


Lynn,  finding  that  the  "Mike"  is  not  such  a 
frightening  instrument  after  all,  faces  her 
unseen  audience  with  much  more  assurance. 


A  sure  sign  that  Lynn  is  now  fully  at  ease 
before  the  awesome  mike  is  the  way  she 
closes  her  eyes  to  get  that  dreamy  feeling. 


Two  special  hot-bread  recipes  follow : 

SOUTHERN  CORXBREAD 
1  cup  sour  milk 
YA  teaspoon  baking  soda 
(Arm  &  Hammer) 
1  teaspoon  water 

1  egg 

Yz  teaspoon  salt 

V/z  cups  white  cornmeal 

Mix  milk,  soda  (dissolved  in  teaspoon 
jivater),  egg  yolk,  salt  and  cornmeal.  Add 
ithe  stiffly  beaten  egg  white  and  bake  in 
.muffin  pans  in  a  moderate  oven  for  20 
animates. 

POPOVERS 

2  eggs 

1  cup  milk 

1  cup  Swansdown  flour  (sifted) 
y2  teaspoon  salt 

2  teaspoons  butter,  melted 

Grease  muffin  or  popover  pans  zvell  with 
butter  and  heat  in  oven  till  sizzling  hot. 
Beat  eggs  well;  add  milk  and  beat  over 
again  with  rotary  egg  beater.  Sift  in  flour 
.and  salt,  then  melted  butter,  beating  vigor- 
ously. Pour  into  hot  pan  and  place  in  oven. 


The  last  note  sounded,  Lynn  smiles  happily. 
Not  many  artists  can  sing  and  look  so  en- 
chanting while  giving  off  with  the  high  C's. 


Rita  HaY^otT  *>cH" 

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Even  on  those  "certain  days,"  I  have 
to  parade  around  and  smile.  I  just 
couldn't  do  it  without  internal  sani- 
tary protection.  So  when  Modess  came 
out  with  Meds — a  new  and  improved 
tampon — I  bought  a  box  quick!  What 
a  blessing!  I  never  dreamed  I  could  be 
so  gloriously  comfortable!  Meds  make 
protection  so  sure,  too — they're  the 
only  tampons  with  the  "safety  center." 
And  thrifty?  Say,  Meds  cost  only  20^ 
a  box  of  ten — an  average  month's  sup- 
ply—  or  only  98^  for  a  box  of  sixty! 
No  other  tampons  in  individual  appli- 
cators are  priced  so  low! 


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When  the  director  of  "Mr.  Jordan  Comes  to  Town"  called  time  out  for  a  smoke,  the  cast 
and  director  sought  the  nearest  seats  available — the  steps  of  their  elaborate  set.  Left  to 
right,   Robert  Montgomery,  Director  Alexander  Hall,   Rita  Johnson  and  James  Gleason. 


Turn  heat  to  450°  (hot  oven)  for  30  min- 
utes ;  then  reduce  heat  to  350°  (moderate 
oven)  for  another  10  or  15  minutes. 

Emily,  the  cook,  believes  that  grilled  ham 
with  bananas,  a  dish  favored  at  the  rancho, 
is  worth  passing  on : 

GRILLED  HAM  WITH  BANANAS 
Cut  into  thin  slices  the  required  amount 
of  ham  and  broil  delicately.  Skin  some 
bananas,  cut  them  in  half  lengthwise,  sea- 
son with  salt  and  pepper,  roll  in  beaten  eggs 
and  fine  bread  crumbs,  and  fry  in  hot  bacon 
fat.  Place  the  ham  on.  a  hot  platter  with  a 
slice  of  banana  on  each  piece,  garnish  the 
dish  with  parsley  and  serve. 

"Mr.  Gudger  is  fond  of  desserts  so  we 
usually  have  three  kinds,  since  he  hates  to 
decide  beforehand  what  kind  he'll  want," 
said  Miss  Rambeau.  "The  household  is  large 
enough  so  that  this  is  possible.  As  a  rule, 
one  dessert  is  fruits  in  season.  If  it's  warm, 
there  is  likely  to  be  some  sort  of  ice  cream 
or  sherbet,  and  the  third  is  pastry  or 
pudding.  "We  are  both  fond  of  chocolate, 
so  the  cook  frequently  serves  chocolate 
chiffon  pie  or  chocolate  pudding.  Jelly 
Charlotte  is  perhaps  not  so  well  known." 

JELLY  CHARLOTTE 
Cut  out  the  center  of  a  stale  sponge  cake, 
or  any  stale  cake,  leaving  the  bottom  and 
sides  thick  enough  to  hold  a  pint  or  quart 
of  jelly,  as  is  desired.  Prepare  a  lemon, 
orange,  wine  or  grape  juice  jelly.  Cool, 
and  when  quite  thick  and  about  ready  to 
form,  turn  into  the  cake.  Chill  in  refrig- 
erator or  cool  place.  When  ready  to  serve, 
cover  top  with  whipped  cream  or  whipped 
evaporated  milk  (Borden's) 

LEMON  JELLY 
1  envelope  Knox  Gelatine 
Yz  cup  cold  water 
1  cup  hot  water 
V3  cup  sugar 
%  cup  lemon  juice 
y2  teaspoon  salt 

Pour  cold  water  in  bowl  and  sprinkle 
gelatine  on  top  of  water.  Add  sugar,  salt 
and  hot  water  and  stir  until  dissolved.  Add 
lemon  juice,  mix  thoroughly  and  pour  into 
mold  that  has  been  rinsed  in  cold  water 
(Other  jellies  are  made  in  the  same  way, 


except  the  fruit  juice  is  substituted  for  the 
hot  water  and  2  tablespoons  lemon  juice  is 
added  instead  of  the  ^  cup.  Use  less  sugar 
with  canned  fruits  than  with  fresh. 

It  was  Mr.  Gudger's  chicken-ranch  hobby 
that  transformed  this  hitherto  urban  couple 
into  enthusiastic  ranch  dwellers.  When  he 
retired  as  vice-president  of  the  Goldwyn 
Company,  Mr.  Gudger  bought  five  acres 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley,  christened  it 
Rambeau  Ranch,  and  proceeded  to  experi- 
ment with  chickens.  So  successful  was  he 
in  his  experiments  that  now  he  has  50C0 
laying-birds,  and  doctors  and  sanitariums 
compete  to  buy  the  eggs. 

"He  feeds  them  on  mineral  colloids,  a 
substance  containing  27  essential  elements — 
and  don't  ask  me  what  they  are!"  beamed 
his  wife.  "We  are  terribly  proud  of  the 
eggs.  Emily  makes  a  real  cheese  omelet 
with  them  that  is  really  something." 

CHEESE  SOUFFLfi  OR  OMELET 
1  cup  soft,  stale  breadcrumbs 
1  tablespoon  butter 
l/i  teaspoon  salt 

1  cup  milk 

2  eggs 

}4  lb.  Kraft  American  cheese 

Scald  milk,  add  butter  and  salt  and  pour 
over  the  breadcrumbs.  Beat  eggs  separately, 
very  light,  put  in  yolks  and  then  the  whites 
and  add  cheese  cut  up  very  fine  or  grated 
and  bake  the  same  as  omelet. 

Driving  out  weekly  to  visit  the  ranch, 
Marjorie  fell  in  love  with  the  valley.  She 
was  always  saying :  "I  wish  I  lived  out 
there!"  but  did  nothing  about  it  until  last 
Thanksgiving  Day,  when  Jim  Barker, 
Warner  Brothers'  make-up  expert,  saw  a 
"place  with  a  view."  Next  day  he  told 
Marjorie,  that  night  she  told  her  husband, 
Saturday  he  looked  at  the  acreage,  Sunday 
she  saw  it,  and  Monday  they  bought  the 
sixteen  acres.  "We  tore  down  the  top  of  a 
mountain  to  make  a  level  site  for  the  house, 
and  built  this  place  in  six  months,  complete 
with  play  house,  swimming  pool,  and  bar- 
becue. Now  we're  building  stables  for  our 
horses  on  a  level  far  below." 

Marjorie  designed  the  house  herself.  She 
had  always  wanted  a  rambling  house  that 
could  sprawl  over  the  landscape.  Every 


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room  has  its  outside  door  so  that  people 
can  come  and  go  as  they  choose  without 
disturbing  anyone  else,  or  having  to  wander 
through  half  a  house  first.  There  are  fifteen 
rooms  and  eighteen  closets  in  the  house; 
five  rooms  for  servants  over  th'i  garages ; 
a  completely,  equipped  carpenter  shop  for 
Mr.  Gudger,  and  a  completely  equipped 
beauty  shop  for  Miss  Rambeau.  The  linen 
room  is  every  woman's  dream —  as  big  as 
a  California  bedroom,  with  shelves  reaching 
to  the  ceiling  and  plenty  of  space  for  every 
item. 

Rancho  Manzanita  doesn't  look  as  large 
as  it  is  from  the  mountain  road  below.  The 
live  oaks  scattered  on  the  hillside  hide  parts 
of  it.  Geraniums  in  every  shade  splotch 
the  drive  with  color,  and  daisies,  yellow  and 
white,  crowd  each  other  in  wide  beds. 

"All  the  wood  used  in  the  house  is 
Philippine  mahogany.  The  fireplace  in  the 
living  room  holds  four  foot  logs  and  the 
stone  used  in  it  came  from  a  quarry  not  far 
from  here,"  my  hostess  informed  me.  "In 
summer,  we  spend  a  great  deal  of  time  down 
by  the  pool  in  the  playhouse,  which  is 
equipped  with  refrigerator  and  stove.  Dinner 
is  served  under  a  giant  live  oak  tree  there. 
But  in  fall  and  winter,  the  pleasantest 
place  in  the  house  is  the  roofed  and  glassed- 
in  porch.  Guests  seem  to  like  it  as  much 
as  we  do."  This  room  is  furnished  in  bam- 
boo and  chintz.  The  floor  is  red  tile. 

Furniture  and  possessions  accumulated 
for  years,  some  used  in  homes  in  New  York 
and  Florida,  some  stored  so  long  that  they 
had  been  almost  forgotten,  combine  with 
new  pieces  in  unexpected  luxury  in  the  main 
rooms  of  the  house.  In  the  living  room- 
library,  there  is  a  wide  Italian  divan  of  the 
15th  century,  an  ancient  refectory  table 
with  a  priceless  figure  in  bronze,  a  lacquered 
Chinese  cabinet  containing  jade,  crystal,  and 
semi-precious  stones  and  metals  in  various 
graceful  forms,  books  in  profusion,  and 
places  for  reading  them,  deep  with  cushions 
and  cleverly  lighted.  The  dining  room  furni- 
ture is  Chippendale,  with  wine-red  striped 
satin  seats  and  a  specially  designed  wall- 
paper of  trees  and  flowers.  The  breakfast 
room  is  done  in  Chinese  style,  with  red 
lacquered  table  and  chairs  and  little  red 
lanterns. 

"But  the  kitchen  is  the  heart  of  the 
house,"  confided  Marjorie.  "As  you  see,  we 
have  two  electric  stoves  and  a  refrigerator 
large  enough  to  stock  enough  food  for  a 


Torrid  Test  in  Palm  Springs  proves 

a  Dab  a  Day  keeps  P.  0!  away! 

(*Underarm  Perspiration  Odor  i~ 


This  amazing  test  was  one  of  a  series, 
supervised  by  registered  nurses,  to 
prove  the  remarkable  efficacy  of 
Yodora— a  Deodorant  Cream  that's  ac- 
tually soft,  delicate  and  pleasing! 

1.  In  the  morning,  Miss  A.D.  ap- 
plied Yodora  to  underarms. 

2.  Played  2  sets  of  tennis— at  91°  in 
the  shade! 

3.  Examining  nurse  pronounced  un- 
derarms sweet  —  not  a  taint  of 
P.  O.— Perspiration  Odor! 

Yodora  gives  positive  protection! 
Leaves  no  unpleasant  smell  on 
dresses.  Jars  10<-,  25c1,  eO^.  Tubes 
25<^— handy  for  masculine  use! 
McKesson  &  Robbins,  Bridgeport.Conn. 


OtOBOBOm  CBIBB1 

jars  &  Tubes 


Robert  Montgomery  turns  powerful  pugilist  in 
the  Columbia  picture,  "Mr.  Jordan  Comes  to 
Town."    Never  knew   Bob   could   punch,  eh? 


week.  There's  never  enough  oven  space 
in  a  single  stove,  if  you  entertain  big 
parties,  as  we  like  to  do.  And  I  insisted  on 
plenty  of  tiled  sink  and  closets  everywhere." 
There's  a  butler's  pantry,  with  every  known 
piece  of  electrical  equipment,  as  large  as 
an  average  kitchen. 

There's  a  guest  room  wing,  with  dress- 
ing rooms  and  baths  and  a  hallway  of  its 
own.  Opposite  the  living  room,  another 
corridor  makes  a  hallway  to  the  family 
suites.  Miss  Rambeau's  young  sister  has  her 
bedroom,  dressing  room,  and  bath,  Mr. 
Gudger  has  his  den,  and  Miss  Rambeau 
has  her  own  sitting  room,  with  its  attendant 
screened  porch,  beyond  which  is  the  master 
bedroom. 

A  special  feature  of  this  part  of  the  house 
is-the  chandeliers  of  crystal  pendants,  and 
the  lamps  ornamented  in  fragile  Dresden 
roses.  Most  of  the  bathrooms  are  of  her 
design,  too,  in  pastels  delicately  combined. 
Her  sitting  room  is  French  with  a  graceful 
mantel,  real  fireplace,  exquisite  furniture, 
and  a  mirror-backed  cabinet  set  into  the 
wall  to  hold  her  collection  of  figurines. 

"I've  collected  these  for  27  years,"  she 
confessed.  "The  first  item  was  bought  at 
the  Leipzig  Fair,  the  ballet  came  from 
France,  others  from  Italy,  Holland,  and 
Switzerland.  The  fan  is  painted  with  the 
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"Skylark" 


(Continued  from  page  31) 

matter  how  blatant  and  vulgar  she  thought 
them.  She  would  have  worn  them  and 
adored  them  too  because  he  had  picked 
them.  But  since  he  hadn't,  Lydia  didn't 
see  any  reason  why  she  should  wear  them 
either,  and  so  after  George  had  left  she 
persuaded  the  clerk  to  substitute  a  bracelet 
she  had  wanted  for  a  long  time. 

The  scrap  book  she  had  spent  so  many 
hours  putting  together  seemed  pretty  silly 
after  that.  The  inscription  too,  Even  after 
five  years,  I  do,  Lydia,  seemed  just  too 
schoolgirlish  and  romantic  with  Tony  not 
even  bothering  to  select  her  present  him- 
self. Yet  when  she  heard  the  car  stop  out- 
side, heard  Tony's  whistle  as  he  came  into 
the  house,  all  her  doubts  went  bounding 
away,  as  she  put  the  book  carefully  on  the 
pile  of  evening  papers  that  was  always  the 
first  thing  Tony  went  for.  No  use  fooling 
herself.  She  loved  him. 

"Well,"  Tony  asked,  giving  her  one  of 
those  kisses  that  even  now  had  a  way  of 
making  her  forget  all  the  other  things  he 
did.  "How  does  it  feel  being  married  to 
a  mug  like  me  five  years  ?" 

"I  think  I'm  going  to  like  it,"  Lydia 
grinned. 

"That  may  mean  a  lot."  Tony  looked 
back  at  her.  Then  he  sighed,  "Gosh,  I'm 
tired.  I  finally  got  the  new  Valentine  cam- 
paign lined  up.  An  extra  million  in  ad- 
vertising means  a  hundred  and  fifty  thou- 
sand in  commissions  to  the  firm.  I'm  going 
to  try  to  get  him  to  okay  the  deal  tonight." 

"That's  what  parties  are  for,  isn't  it?" 
Lydia  couldn't  help  that  sharpness  creeping 
into  her  voice.  "When  you're  a  kid  you 
go  to  parties  for  ice  cream  and  when 
you're  a  young  girl  you  go  to  play  Post 
Office,  but  when  you  get  on  in  years,  like 
us,  how  dull  a  party  can  be  if  your  hus- 
band doesn't  close  at  least  one  deal." 

"This  Valentine  is  a  funny  duck,"  Tony 
went  on,  ignoring  her  crack  completely. 
"But  we  can  work  it  if  we  can  handle 
Myrtle   Valentine.   You  know   what  she 


wears  under  her  skirts,  don't  you,  dear?" 

"Yes,  her  husband's  pants,"  Lydia  said. 
"The  last  time  she  was  at  the  house,  I 
remember  her  sitting  right  here  and  Mr. 
Valentine  was  sitting  there  and — " 

"What  did  they  talk  about?"  Tony 
looked  at  her  intently.  "Do  you  remem- 
ber?" 

"Word  for  word."  Lydia  nodded  em- 
phatically. "Frederick  Valentine  said  'My 
dear  Mrs.  Kenyon,  you  have  a  wonderful 
cook.'  And  then  he  burped." 

"That  may  mean  a  lot."  Tony  looked 
as  if  he  were  getting  an  idea,  but  Lydia 
wasn't  paying  any  attention  to  it  because 
she  saw  him  going  over  to  the  papers  and 
she  couldn't  think  of  anything  except  what 
Tony  would  say  when  he  saw  the  scrap 
book.  But  he  didn't  see  it.  He  just  pulled 
the  papers  out  from  under  it  and  in  des- 
peration Lydia  put  the  album  on  her  head. 

"Do  you  like  my  new  hat,  darling?"  she 
asked. 

Tony  swept  her  an  amused  glance.  "Next 
thing  you  know  they'll  be  wearing  things 
like  that,"  he  laughed. 

Subtleties  weren't  any  good.  Lydia  could 
see  that,  so  she  went  over  to  Tony,  hold- 
ing the  scrap  book  out  to  him.  "Wouldn't 
it  be  nice  to  have  an  album  history  of  our 
marriage?"  she  asked  wistfully.  "All  the 
old  snapshots,  letters  and  souvenirs?"  And 
then  as  he  grunted  his  invariable  uh,  huh, 
and  Lydia  saw  he  wasn't  listening  at  all, 
she  dropped  the  book  to  the  floor.  "Oh, 
what  the  heck!"  she  said  exasperated. 

Tony  looked  up  startled.  Then  he 
laughed,  and  for  a  moment  it  was  the  way 
it  used  to  be  when  he  got  down  on  the 
floor  beside  the  album  and  pulled  Lydia 
down  alongside  him.  "Hey,  you  were  pretty 
cute !"  he  said  when  he  saw  the  snapshot 
of  Lydia  taken  at  the  time  he  first  met 
her.  "But  what's  this?"  he  asked  as  he 
turned  the  page. 

"A  Fifth  Avenue  bus  of  the  vintage  of 
five  years  ago,"  Lydia  said.  "Perhaps  you 
don't  recall  that  we  picked  each  other  up 
on  a  Fifth  Avenue  bus?" 

"I  keep  forgetting  it  was  a  case  of  love 
at  first  sight."  Tony  leaned  over  and  kissed 
her.  "It  was  a  hot  day  and  you  were  wear- 
ing sort  of  a  flowered  dress.  Am  I  right?" 


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"SKYLARK" 

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directed  by  Mark  Sandricli.  Assistant 
director,  Mel  Epstein.  Photographed 
by  Charles  Lang,  A.S.C.  Screen  play 
by  Allan  Scott.  Adaptation  by  Z. 
Myers. 

Lydia  Kcnyon  Claudette  Colbert 

Tony  Kcnyon  Ray  Milland 

Jim  Blake  Brian  Aherne 

Myrtle  Valentine  Binnie  Barnes 

George  Gorell   Walter  Abel 

Charlotte  Gorell   Mona  Barrie 

Frederick  Valentine . .  .Grant  Mitchell 


Then  as  he  turned  the  page  he  felt  a  quick 
jolt.  "Now  where  in  the  blazes  did  you 
ever  get  that?"  he  demanded,  looking  at 
that  letter  dated  December  22nd,  four  years 
ago.  He  didn't  want  to  remember  that  let- 
ter. It  gave  him  a  start  to  think  that  Lydia 
had  kept  it  all  this  time,  that  ignominious 
letter  discharging  him.  "Swell  Christmas 
present,  wasn't  it?"'  he  asked.  "Wasn't  that 
the  Christmas  you  were  going  to  have  the 
baby?" 

"Yes,  it  was,"  Lydia  said  quietly.  "And 
yet  in  another  way  it  was  one  of  the  love- 
liest Christmases  I  have  ever  known." 

"How  come?"  Tony  asked.  "Me  out  of 
a  job,  thoroughly  licked,  hanging  around 
you  like  a  kid  clutching  his  mother's 
apron  strings,  practically  weeping  on  your 
bosom !" 

"I  liked  it,"  Lydia  smiled.  "And  what'd 
we  do?  We  went  right  up  to  the  island 
and  bought  a  cottage  without  any  money. 
And  do  you  realize  we  haven't  been  up 
there  since  we  paid  it  all  off  three  years 
ago?"  She  turned  the  page  quickly.  "Say, 
if  you  really  want  a  belly  laugh,  how  would 
you  like  to  read  some  of  your  old  love 
letters?" 

"Are  they  really  that  funny?"  Tony 
asked  uncomfortably. 

"Tom-,  they're  corny  but  beautiful," 
Lydia  said  as  she  held  the  page  so  that 
he  could  read  it  Then  as  he  winced,  she 
laughed.  "It  gets  better  further  down,  dar- 


Tony  looked  up  as  the  automobile 
stopped  outside.  Lydia  felt  her  heart 
shrinking  as  she  looked  at  him.  Xo  pris- 
oner could  show  more  relief  at  seeing 
prison  gates  open  wide  before  him  than 
Tony  did  at  his  deliverance.  Quickly  he 
got  out  his  present  and  gave  it  to  her  and 
Lydia's  heart  took  another  nose  dive  as 
she  saw  he  wasn't  even  surprised  at  the 
bracelet  she  had  substituted  for  the  clips. 
He  hadn't  been  interested  enough  even  to 
ask  George  what  he  had  chosen. 

But  she  had  wanted  the  bracelet  a  long 
time  and  it  looked  lovely  on  her  arm,  even 
when  Myrtle  Valentine's  jewel-laden  arm 
came  in  contrast  with  it  as  they  shook 
hands.  "It's  very  nice,  my  dear,"  Myrtle 
said  condescendingly.  "Even  if  it  is  small." 

"I  think  it's  small  in  a  nice  way,  though, 
Mrs.  Valentine,"  Lydia  said  smoothly. 
"Perhaps  when  Mr.  Kenyon  is  as  old  as 
Mr.  Valentine,  I'll  have  more." 

"My  dear,"  Myrtle  smiled  maliciously. 
She  always  knew  the  right  time  to  insert 
her  knife.  "Did  Mr.  Kenyon  tell  you,  you 
are  going  to  join  us  in  Palm  Beach  for 
your  vacation?" 

"No."  Lydia  looked  at  her  blankly.  It 
was  the  third  time  this  had  happened.  Tony 
accepting  vacation  invitations  from  the 
Valentines  without  consulting  her,  and 
Tony  hated  winter  holidays  as  much  as 
she  did.  And  he  had  promised  her  that 
this  summer  they  would  go  to  their  island, 
just  the  two  of  them.  Of  course,  that  was 
out  now.  "I  guess  it  must  have  slipped  his 
mind."  she  said  as  she  turned  away.  But 
she  managed  to  control  herself  until  she 
saw  Tony. 

"Why  didn't  you  tell  me  you'd  accepted 
the  Valentines  for  Palm  Beach  again?" 
she  asked. 

"It  slipped  my  mind,  I  guess,"  Tom- 
said  warily.  Then  as  he  invariably  did 
when  he  felt  a  sense  of  guilt,  he  leaped 
on  the  offensive.  "I  don't  know  why  you 
can't  get  along  with  her.  You  know,  she's 
mentioned  it  several  times  lately."  He 
waited  for  this  to  sink  in.  then  he  took  a 
quick  chance.  "I  think  she  wants  us  to 
give  her  our  cook." 

"I  know."  Lydia  looked  at  him  in  a 
way  that  should  have  made  him  cringe. 
"She's  been  very  obvious  about  it  but  she's 
not  going  to  get  her." 

"You're  not  very  bright,  darling."  Tom- 
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an  additional  million  in  advertising  I  may 
get  tonight?  The  only  reason  we  have  this 
house  is  because  of  the  Valentine  account." 

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There  was  a  time  when  the  rugged  game  of  bowling  was  for  men  only.  Now  the  gentler 
sex  has  claimed  it  as  one  of  their  favorite  indoor  sports.  Ann  Rutherford,  left,  keeping 
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would  demolish  it  in  that  instant.  "But 
somewhere  along  the  line  I  lost  you.  Tony, 
the  appeasement  is  going  -to  stop  right 
now !  You'll  have  to  keep  your  clients  out 
of  my  kitchen.  The  living-room  is  as  far 
as  they  can  go." 

There,  she  had  said  it,  settled  it  once 
and  for  all.  Lydia  felt  as  if  she  had  tri- 
umphed as  they  went  into  the  others.  But 
when  Tony  turned  to  the  Valentines  with 
that  boyish  grin  of  his  and  that  jiff  able 
manner  which  had  made  him  skyrocket 
right  to  the  very  top  of  the  advertising 
game  and  told  them  he  and  Lydia  had  de- 
cided to  make  them  a  present  of  the  cook, 
Lydia  knew  she  couldn't  take  it  any  longer. 
She  left  the  room  without  even  knowing 
what  she  was  going  to  do.  Walk  around 
the  garden  maybe,  until  her  rage  had 
calmed  down.  And  she  would  have  gone 
back  again,  as  she  always  did,  if  it  hadn't 
been  for  Jim  Blake. 

He  was  sauntering  toward  the  house 
and  Lydia's  rage  flared  again  as  she 
realized  Myrtle  had  invited  him.  She  had 
never  met  him  but  she  knew  all  about  him. 
Jim  Blake,  junior  partner  of  the  firm  of 
lawyers  who  handled  Valentine's  legal 
affairs,  had  long  been  looked  upon  as 
Myrtle's  private  property.  There  had  been 
giggles  and  innuendoes  and  whispered  gos- 
sip about  Myrtle's  pursuit  of  him. 

If  he  hadn't  grinned  at  her  in  that  dis- 
arming way,  Lydia's  fury  would  have  in- 
cluded him  too,  but  now  somehow  she 
found  herself  returning  his  grin.  "You'd 
better  go  away,"  she  warned  him.  "I'm 
pretty  mad.  Right  now  I  want  to  dig  a 
deep  hole  and  creep  into  it." 

"I'm  wonderful  with  a  pick  and  shovel," 
Jim  said  easily,  and  then  it  was  preposter- 
ous the  way  he  took  her  arm  and  led  her 
to  his  car  and  helped  her  into  it.  "There's 
nothing  so  sad  as  a  wedding  anniversary/' 

It  really  was  ridiculous  the  way  Lydia 
was  just  going  along  with  him,  allowing 
herself  to  be  led  anywhere  he  wanted  to 
lead  her.  But  for  the  moment  she  had 
stopped  fighting  anything.  "Now  I  know 
you."  She  managed  to  get  that  light,  casual 
tone  in  her  voice.  "You're  the  ten  cent 
store  cynic.  You  say  the  opposite  of  what 
is  printed  on  the  greeting  cards." 


"Listen!"  Jim  turned  on  the  ignition  and 
started  backing  out  the  car.  "For  you,  I'd 
like  it  to  be  wonderful.  ISd  like  to  see 
you  sitting  on  a  star.  I'm  rooting  for  you, 

see?" 

He  was  getting  just  too  romantic  for  a 
man  she  hadn't  even  met  before.  Lydia 
would  have  stopped  the  adventure  then 
and  there  if  she  hadn't  seen  Myrtle  on 
the  terrace,  her  eyes  two  slits  of  fury  ai 
she  stared  at  them. 

"Do  you  know?"  Lydia  looked  at  him 
with  her  most  ravishing  smile,  knowing 
how  it  would  infuriate  Myrtle.  "I  think 
I'm  glad  to  meet  you." 

"I  doubt  it,"  Jim  said  easily.  "Any 
woman  who's  been  married  five  years 
really  doesn't  want  to  meet  me.  Meeting 
me  is  meeting  life.  You  just  want  to  play 
at  meeting  me.  You  want  to  go  slumming 
with  life." 

"Now  look  here,  mister,"  Lydia  pre- 
tended outrage.  "What  are  you  selling  ? 
Sanctity  of  the  home  or  fun  on  the  side?" 

"I'm  for  either  one  of  them  as  long  as 
it  rings  the  bell,"  Jim  said  unabashed,  as 
he  turned  the  car  toward  the  Sound  road. 
"Incidentally,  you  must  have  noticed  some- 
thing strange  about  my  driving.  I  keep 
both  hands  on  the  wheel  where  they  be- 
long !" 

It  was  fun,  in  a  way.  They  talked  a  lot 
and  they  laughed  a  lot,  and  they  might 
as  well  have  known  each  other  all  their 
lives  when  they  finally  sat  at  a  counter 
in  a  hot  dog  wagon,  listening  to  a  juke 
box  blast  out  love  songs  as  they  ate  their 
hamburgers.  "I  wonder  if  I've  made  a 
mistake,"  Jim  said  then.  "Waiting  until 
now.  to  tell  you  I  love  you." 

"It  was  nice  of  you  to  wait  until  now 
to  say  it,"  Lydia  giggled.  "If  you  had 
said  it  earlier  I  might  have  slapped  your 
face." 

"That's  what  I  thought,"  he  looked  at 
her  quizzically.  "Well,  what  are  you  going 
to  do  about  future  anniversaries?" 

"Fight!"  Lydia  said  determinedly. 

"You  can't."  He  shook  his  head.  "You 
can't  lick  the  twentieth  century,  not  when 
you're  married  to  it.  You  won't  fight 
You'll  drink  a  little  and  you'll  flirt  a  little. 
You  drank  a  little  tonight  and  you  flirted 


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Dorothy  Darrell  shows,  !n  theory,  how  to  down  those  pins  in  one  fell  swoop.  We  don't  know 
much  about  bowling,  but  we  can  tell  you  that  Dorothy's  form  is  something  in  that  sarong- 
effect  skirt.  Another  bowling  devotee  'S  Bonita  Granville,  right,  caught  in  graceful  action. 


a  little.  That's  all  this  amounts  to.  But 
the  next  time  you  won't  be  so  particular 
and  in  time  you'll  become  like  me.  With- 
out the  bottle  I'm  nothing.  But  with  the 
bottle,  well,  the  next  move  is  somebody 
like  Myrtle,  She's  fireworks,  -which  is 
better  than  total  darkness.  I've  been  about 
to  call  it  quits  several  times  and  then  I 
remembered  my  firm  gets  half  its  business 
from  Mr.  Myrtle" 

"And  that's  the  story  of  your  life," 
Lydia  mocked. 

"Until  tonight."  Jim  was  serious  now. 
''You've  changed  everything.  I'd  pin  a 
goodbye  note  to  the  firm's  pillow  for  you. 
I've  a  boat  on  the  Sound,  a  sloop  with 
a  Diesel  auxiliary.  A  woman  could  go  on 
that  boat,  couldn't  she?" 

"What  kind  of  woman?"  Lydia  asked. 

"Well,  she'd  have  to  have  beauty,"  Jim 
said.  "Otherwise  I  wouldn't  want  her.  And 
she'd  have  had  bitterness  and  pain,  other- 
wise she  wouldn't  want  me.  And  it  would 
last  a  week-end,  maybe  two  weeks,  a  year, 
ten  years,  until  you  got  tired  of  me." 

"Or  you  got  tired  of  me,"  Lydia  said. 

"You  underestimate  yourself,  lady. 
Listen,  we  walked  out  on  the  party  tonight. 
Why  can't  we  walk  out  on  the  world  this 
morning?" 

"No,"  Lydia's  voice  sharpened.  "I  know 
what  I  want.  I've  always  known.  Please 
take  me  home  now." 

Everyone  had  gone  when  Lydia  ran  up 
the  terrace  steps,  everyone  but  Tony,  who 
stood  there  waiting.  All  her  resentment 
had  fled  and  she  was  sorry  for  everything 
and  feeling  more  than  a  little  guilty.  But 
when  she  tried  to  tell  Tony  he  only  looked 
at  her  grimly.  "I'm  not  worried  about  Jim 
Blake,  if  that's  what  you  mean,"  he 
said  evenly.  "But  do  you  realize  you've 
jeopardized  the  entire  Valentine  account? 
Myrtle  Valentine  is  furious,  and  I'm  order- 
ing you  to  get  on  the  phone  right  now  be- 
fore that  female  gets  to  bed  and  straighten 
out  this  whole  mess  before  I  lose  the  ac- 
count. Make  her  understand  that  the  epi- 
sode was  innocent  on  your  part  and  that 
you're  never  going  to  see  that  man  again. 
Do  I  make  it  clear?" 

"Yes.  Tony."  Lydia  said  quietly,  but 
something  died  in  her  as  she  went  into 


the  living-room  and  gave  the  Valentine 
number.  Her  voice  was  honeyed,  flatter- 
ing as  she  spoke.  She  said  all  the  right 
things.  "You  won't  have  to  worry  about 
your  commissions,  Tony,"  she  said  w7hen 
she  hung  up. 

"Let's  forget  the  whole  thing."  Tony 
came  over  to  her  and  put  his  arm  around 
her  and  snuggled  his  chin  in  her  hair  in 
the  way  that  had  always  been  able  to  thrill 
her  before.  "You're  sorry  and  I'm  sorry, 
and  maybe  we  won't  have  to  go  to  Palm 
Beach.  Perhaps  we  can  spend  a  month 
anyway  at  the  island." 

"Sounds  fun,"  Lydia  said  as  she  turned 
away  from  him.  She  waited  until  he  had 
gone  upstairs  and  then  she  dialed  a  num- 
ber. "This  is  Mrs.  Kenyon,"  she  said  in 
a  voice  that  didn't  sound  like  hers  at  all. 
"Will  you  please  send  a  taxi  right  away?" 

It  was  all  settled,  Lydia  thought,  the 
next  morning  as  she  left  Jim  Blake's  office. 
Funny  how  life  goes,  how  you  take  things, 
how  you  get  hurt,  how  you  hope  and  then 
suddenly  you  don't  hope  any  longer,  but 
you  don't  get  hurt  either.  Even  when  Jim 
told  her  Tony  had  been  there  to  see  him. 
fighting  mad,  saying  he  wouldn't  give  her 
a  divorce,  it  didn't  make  her  heart  jump 
the  way  it  would  have  yesterday.  Even 
when  she  got  down  to  the  street  again 
and  she  saw  Tony  waiting,  even  though 
it  was  raining  and  his  clothes  were  soaked 
and  his  smile  twisted  when  he  saw  her, 
it  didn't  mean  anything  either. 

"You're  going  home,"  he  said,  taking 
her  arm.  And  it  was  strange  the  way  he 
felt  looking  at  her  as  if  he  were  seeing 
her  for  the  first  time  again.  Seeing  her 
through  Jim  Blake's  eyes,  maybe.  A  sky- 
lark, that  was  what  Jim  had  called  her, 
a  woman  who  was  life  itself.  "You're  go- 
ing to  live  there,"  Tony  went  on  grimly. 
"Eat  there,  sleep  there  with  me." 

"Let  me  go!"  Lydia  tried  to  wriggle 
away  from  his  grip  on  her  arm.  "You're 
hurting  me,  Tony." 

"What  do  you  think  you're  doing  to 
me?"  he  demanded  savagely.  But  he  had 
to  quicken  his  steps  to  keep  up  with  her 
as  she  dashed  down  a  subway  entrance. 
He  followed  her  into  a  crowded  train. 

"Please."  Lydia  looked  at  him  coldlv  as 


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he  caught  the  strap  next  to  hers  and  she 
saw  everyone  staring  at  them.  "Let's  not 
have  a  scene.  Listen,  Tony,  just  understand 
this.  I'm  going  to  Reno  tomorrow.  It's 
the  only  way.  I've  seen  you  fall  more 
deeply  in  love  with  your  business  for  the 
past  three  years.  If  I  could  offer  some- 
thing big  enough  to  challenge  your  work 
I'd  stay  and  put  up  a  fight,  believe  me." 

The  fat  middle-aged  man  sitting  in  front 
of  her  grinned.  "You've  got  something 
there,"  he  said. 

"You  mind  your  own  business,"  Tony 
turned  to  him  furiously. 

A  man  hanging  on  the  strap  next  to  him 
gave  him  a  withering  glance.  "You're  not 
doing  such  a  good  job  yourself,"  he  said.' 

The  whole  train  was  taking  an  interest 
in  them  now.  A  woman  across  the  aisle 
glared  at  Lydia  with  the  inevitable  an- 
tipathy of  the  middle-aged  for  the  young 
and  vibrant.  "If  you  was  any  kind  of  a 
man  you'd  take  her  over  your  knee  and 
spank  her  right  here  and  now,"  she  told 
Tony. 

The  scholarly-looking  man  sitting  next 
to  her  frowned  as  he  looked  up  from  his 
book.  "You  see,"  he  turned  to  Tony.  "She 
wants  you  to  recapture  the  first  moments 
of  your  life  together."  Then  he  smiled 
sadly  as  he  looked  at  Lydia.  "Ecstasy,  my 
dear  lady,  is  a  thing  of  the  moment.  The 
grand  passion  can't  last  forever." 

"Sure."  Tony  seized  his  advice  eagerly. 
"You  can't  have  ecstasy  all  the  time.  It's 
like  eating  caviar  three  times  a  day." 

Lydia  looked  at  him  defiantly.  "If  I  liked 
caviar  I'd  eat  it  three  times  a  day,"  she 
glared.  Then  as  the  train  stopped  at  the 
station  she  managed  to  make  a  dart  for 
the  doors  just  before  they  closed,  grinning 
as  she  saw  Tony's  chagrined  eyes. 

But  she  saw  him  again  anyway.  For 
that  afternoon  when  she  went  back  to  the 
house  to  pack  her  clothes  there  he  was 
waiting.  "Please,  Tony,"  she  said  quietly. 
"I'm  sorry,  but  I  didn't  want  to  see  you 
again." 

"So  now  you're  going  back  to  that  bus 
we  met  on,"  Tony  said. 

"Please  don't  let's  joke  about  it."  Lydia 
turned  away. 

"But  I'm  serious,"  Tony  said  eagerly. 
"You  know  that  bus  belongs  to  me  too, 
I  was  once  on  it,  same  as  you."  Suddenly 


he  knew  what  he  would  have  to  do.  He 
hadn't  been  in  the  advertising  business  all 
this  time  without  knowing  how  to  sell  a 
client.  And  now  Lydia  was  the  client  and 
he  was  going  to  sell  her.  What  if  he  did 
misrepresent  his  product,  lie  a  little  to 
sell  it,  well,  that  was  only  one  of  the 
rules  after  all.  "I  guess  it's  a  little  too 
late  now,"  he  said  and  even  the  abject 
tone  in  his  voice  was  a  lie.  "But  I  quit 
my  job  this  morning." 

"You  quit?"  Lydia  looked  at  him,  and 
suddenly  there  was  that  warmth  creeping 
through  her  again,  that  quickening  in  her 
heart,  her  pulses  racing  furiously.  "Oh, 
Tony,  tell  me!  I  can't  believe  my  ears." 

It  was  a  brave  story  Tony  told.  He'd 
never  worked  harder  on  a  campaign  than 
on  this  one.  It  was  so  good  he  almost 
believed  it  himself  as  he  told  her  how  he 
had  not  only  insulted  the  boss  but  all  the 
clients  as  well.  And  Lydia  laughed  con- 
tentedly as  she  snuggled  in  his  arms.  Oh, 
it  was  so  wonderful  finding  Tony  again, 
and  she  wasn't  worried  about  anything. 
After  all,  they  had  been  broke  before. 

She  woke  to  a  morning  perfect  enough 
even  for  this  one,  the  first  morning  of 
their  second  honeymoon,  and  even  when 
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0  sweet  and  lovely 
Lady  be  good. 
0  Lady  be  good 
To  me. 

★     ★     ★  ★ 

We  are  in  voice  today.  It's  not  that 
hint  of  autumn  in  the  air.  Nor  is  it  the 
pretty  compliments  we've  been  receiv- 
ing from  the  public  about  "Dr.  Jekyll 
and  Mr.  Hyde." 

★  ★     ★  * 

The  fact  is  that  we've  been  vocally 
hypnotized  by  Ann  Sothern's  song 
efforts  in  "Lady  Be  Good".  So  please 
pardon  our  Sothern  accent. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

You've  seen  her  as  "Maisie".  But  did 
you  know  she  could  sing  like  that? 
Neither  did  we.  In  case  you  don't  get 
around  to  the  picture,  here's  the  way 
she  does  it. 

★  ★     ★  * 

I'm  just  a  lonesome 
Babe  in  the  wood, 
So  Lady  be  good 
To  me. 


★  ★     ★  * 

What  a  film!  What  a  fine  film!  What  a 
mighty  fine  film!  It  has  a  plot  that's 
hot,  a  cast  that's  fast,  comic  scenes  that 
are  anatomic,  and  throngs  of  songs. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 
Eleanor  Powell  has  never  been  better. 
Toe,  ankle,  leg,  thigh,  torso,  arms, 
shoulders,  head.  All  dance  together  in 
real  rhythm. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Jack  McGowan  wrote  an  original. 
Then  he  and  Kay  Van  Riper  and  John 
McClain  fashioned  a  screen  play.  Then 
Norman  McLeod  directed.  Result — 
Oo-la-la! 

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Add  music  by  George  Gershwin,  Jerome 
Kern  and  Roger  Edens,  lyrics  by  Ira 
Gershwin,  Oscar  Hammerstein  and 
Arthur  Freed.  Then  serve. 

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Footnotes:  Robert  Young  turns  in  a 
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John  Carroll  is  a  discovery.  Red 
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Bessie  Herman,  Assistant  Editor  Frank  J.  Carroll,  Art  Director 


October,  1941 


Vol.  XLIII,  No.  6 


EVERY  STORY  A  FEATURE 

The  Editor's  Page  Delight  Evans  19 

What  Carole  Landis  Demands  of  Men!    Gladys  Hall  20 

How  To  Be  A  "Draft  Sweetheart!"  Helen  Hover  22 

Solving  the  Bette  Davis— "Little  Foxes"  Walk-Out 

Mystery!   Elizabeth  Wilson  24 

Hollywood  Makes  the  Army  Laugh.....  Liza  26 

"Almost  an  Angel."  Complete  Fictionization .  Elizabeth  B.  Petersen  28 

What's  Cooking?  "Navy  Blues"  Of  Course  Liza  30 

Fifth  Winner  of  the  6-Star  Contest.  As  selected  by.  Joan  Bennett  32 

Citizen  Cotten  Raises  Kane  Going  to  Town!.  ..  .Charles  Darnton  34 

First  Pet  Picture  Contest  Winners   48 

Colman!  Frustrated  Caruso  Fredda  Dudley  5! 

Your  Guide  to  the  Best  Current  Pictures  Delight  Evans  52 


SPECIAL  ART  SECTION: 

Lana  Turner,  Ingrid  Bergman,  Spencer  Tracy,  Bruce  Cabot,  Gene 
Tierney,  Jack  Benny,  Betty  Grable,  Anne  Baxter,  Kay  Francis,  Dorothy 
Commingore,  James  Craig,  Anne  Shirley,  Simone  Simon,  Alexis  Smith, 
Fred  MacMurray,  Errol  Flynn,  Ray  Middleton,  Jane  Wyatt,  Claire 
Trevor,  Bill  Holden,  Glenn  Ford,  Clark  Gable  and  Friend,  The  Most 
Beautiful  Still  of  the  Month. 


DEPARTMENTS: 

Hot  From  Hollywood   6 

Inside  the  Stars'  Homes.  Penny  Singleton  Betty  Boone  8 

Tagging  the  Talkies   10 

Honor  Page    12 

Screenland's  Crossword  Puzzle  Alma  Talley  14 

Fans'  Forum   16 

All  Your  Love — and  Beauty.  Maureen  O'Sullivan 

Courtenay  Marvin  54 

Yours  for  Loveliness   55 

Here's  Hollywood  Weston  East  56 


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star  and  producer  of  the  "Blondie"  pic- 
tures and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  in  private  life. 

There  is  an  orange  grove  weighed  down 
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I  found  Penny  in  a  state  of  pleas; 
confusion,  knee  deep  in  draperies,  workr 
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It  doesn't  look  as  if  I'd  ever  get  ever 
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They  Met  in  Bombay — M-G-M 

It's  good  to  see  Clark  Gable  again  and, 
better  still,  to  see  him  teamed  with  Rosa- 
lind Russell.  Together  they  hold  your 
interest  when  the  dialogue  and  improbable 
story  get  slightly  incredible.  Gable_  and 
Russell  are  a  pair  of  rascally  jewel  thieves, 
each  trying  to  outwit  the  other  until  the 
love  bug  attacks  them.  Becoming  a  soldier- 
hero  was  farthest  from  Gerald  Meldrick's 
!  (Gable)  mind  but  he  does,  and  reforms. 
~  Bad  man  Peter  Lorre,  as  usual,  is  effective. 


Hurricane  Smith— Republic 

Ray  Middleton  is  bound  to  please  as 
Hurricane  Smith.  You'll  be  conscious  of 
his  lithe  physique,  handsome  looks  and 
nice  voice.  And  you  won't  overlook  sight 
of  the  fact  that  he's  star  material.  Reticent 
Smith,  rodeo  champ,  proposes  to  Jane 
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she  calls  him  Hurricane.  Smith  is  accused 
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Frank  Buck's  Jungle  Cavalcade — RKO 

Frank  (Bring  'Em  Back  Alive)  Buck's 
film  is  exciting  and  thrilling.  There  is  no 
other  way  to  describe  it.  To  our  way  of 
thinking  it  is  a  little  too  exciting.  The 
ladies,  we  fear,  will  shut  their  eyes  to  blot 
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adventurer  does  a  lively  job  of  describing 
his  trek  and  relieves  the  tension — and 
there  is  plenty — with  humorous  dialogue. 


Dance  Hall — 20th  Century-Fox 

If  you're  in  the  mood  for  heavy  histri- 
I  onics,  this  is  not  your  dish.  But  if  you're 
j  partial   to    smoothy    Cesar    Romero  and 
dazzling  Carole  Landis  no  matter  the  in- 
]  consequential  plot — well,    then,    a  thing 
'  called  "Dance  Hall"  won't  be  too  disap- 
|  pointing.  A  "thing"  just  about  sums  it  up. 
Cesar  has  the  femmes  eating  out  of  his 
hand  until  he  meets  Carole  who  refuses 
to  bite.  He  manages  a  dance  hall;  she 
sings ;  they  spat  and,  as  expected,  make  up. 


The  Get-Away — M-G-M 

1  Tl^e,  9"Men  are  a£ain  pictured  as  they 
should  be— the  greatest  body  of  officers 
trie  world  over.  Too  much  praise  for  these 
men  cant  be  given.  They  flirt  with  death 
the  moment  they  swear  allegiance.  So,  you 

CAl\\  &°  w,rong  if  y°u  decide  to  see  this. 
O-Man  Robert  Sterling  poses  as  a  gangster 
in  order  to  learn  from  tough  Dan  Dai  ley 
Jr.,  his  gang's  hide-out,  and  the  brains 
behind  same.  Pretty  Donna  Reed  acquits 
herself  nobly  m  her  very  first  screen  role 


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SCREENLAND 


Directed  by  Julien  Duvivier  ■  Original  story  by  Julien  Duvivier  and  L.  Bush-Fekete  •  Screenplay  and  dialogue  by 
Ben  Hecht  and  Sam  Hoffenstein  •  Released  thru  United  Artists 


SCREENLAND 


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Most  fascinating  motion  picture  of  the  new 
screen  season,  "Hold  Back  The  Dawn"  provides 
that  "different"  entertainment  you  have  been 
hoping  to  see.  So  we  salute  Paramount  for  pro- 
ducing it,  Mitchell  Leisen  for  his  imaginative 
direction,  and  Charles  Boyer  for  his  fine  per- 
formance in  the  daring  role  of  a  complete  cad 
who  charms  a  girl  into  marriage  and  then  finds 
himself  really  in  love  with  her  at  the  climax 


The  director,  Mitch- 
ell  Leisen,  at  right. 


Unusual  story  of  "Hold  Back  The 
Dawn"  is  by  Ketti  Frings  and  con- 
cerns the  plight  of  foreigners  be- 
low the  Mexican  border  waiting 
to  gain  admittance  to  the  United 
States.  One  of  them,  played  by 
Charles  Boyer,  is  a  suave  and  un- 
scrupulous fellow  who  sees  in  Olivia 
de  Havilland  a  willing  victim  and 
marries  her  as  his  means  of  entry. 
Her  disillusionment  when  she  dis- 
covers his  true  character  is  com- 
pellingly  told,  with  Boyer  and  de 
Havilland  excellent  acting  mates. 


As  the  innocently  romantic  young  school 
teacher  who  believes  Boyer's  love-making  is 
sincere  instead  of  clever  pretense  to  suit  his 
own  purpose,  Olivia  de  Havilland  has  her 
best  role  since  her  memorable  Me/an/e  in 
"Gone  With  The  Wind,"  and  contributes 
a  most  touching  and  sensitive  portrayal 


The  love  scenes  be- 
tween the  two  stars  of 
"Hold  Back  The  Dawn" 
are  remarkable  in  their 
implication:  the  sophis- 
ticated Boyer,  masking 
his  real  intentions  with 
a  simulated  ardor, 
rousing  the  untried 
emotions  of  Olivia, 
who  believes  him  and 
falls  wholeheartedly  in 
love.  Four  scenes  pic- 
tured here  convey  the 
skill  with  which  Leisen 
directed  his  players, 
and  their  fine  response. 


Above,  most  touching 
scene  in  the  entire  picture 
takes  place  when  Boyer, 
after  racing  to  his  wife  in 
the  hospital  after  she  has 
learned  what  manner  of 
man  he  is,  saves  her  life 
by  restoring  her  lost  faith 
— having  awakened  to  the 
realization  that  his  pro- 
fessed passion  is  now  real. 
At  right,  a  scene  with 
Paulette  Goddard,  play- 
ing the  "other  woman" 
who  tries  to  lure  him  back 
to  their  old  life  together. 


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that  the  past— those  memo- 
ries of  romantic  moments— can- 
not be  erased  by  a  new  love? 

It's  what  every  woman  knows -and  won't  tell! 


UNIVERSAL  PICTURES  presents 


Produced  and  Directed  by 

GREGORY 

La  CAVA 


With  all  the  grand  comedy  of  his 
"MY  MAN  GODFREY"... all  the 
poignant  drama  of  his  "STAGE 
DOOR". ..all  the  heart-lifting  ro- 
mance of  his  "PRIMROSE  PATH" . . ! 


DUNNE-MONTGOMERY 

with 

PRESTON  FOSTER 

Eugene  Pallette  Esther  Dale 
Walter  Catlett  June  Clyde 
Dick  Foran    Samuel  S.  Hinds 


SCREEN  PLAY  BY  EUGENE  THACKREY 


SCREENLAND 


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SCREENLAND'S 

Crossword  Puzzle 

By  Alma  Talley 


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3 

4 

14 

17 

21 

1 

ii 

12 

13 

26 


30 

31 

37 

38 

43 

48 

53 

59 


63 

64 

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ACROSS 

Co-star,  "One  Night  in  Lisbon" 
He  plays  Ellery  Queen 
Orchestra  leader  who  married 
Lana  Turner 
To  relieve 
To  love  intensely 
Opening  in  the  skin 
Performed,  as  in  the  movies 
Friend,  in  French 
Co-star,  "Navy  Blue  and 
Gold- 
Kind  of  grain 

She's  featured  in  "Three  Sons 

O'  Guns" 

To  take  food 

Regretted 

Stage  whispers 

"Lady  -  -  Good,"  Eleanor 

Powell's  latest 

To  declare  on  oath 

To  delve 

"The  Ramparts  -  -  Watch" 

Sea  eagle 

Covers 

Charlie  Chan 

Prefix  meaning  three 

Woeful 

Kind  of  tree 

Co-star,  "Lady  From 

Louisiana" 

Subject  matter 

Competent 

Unopened  flowers 

Famous  Swede  comic 

Small  child 

Eagle's  nest 

Biblical  pronoun 

The  colonel  in  "Forced 

Landing" 

"So  -  -  -  -  Our  Night" 
To  make  a  mistake 
Her  new  one  is  "Skylark" 
In  what  way? 

She  played  "That  Hamilton 
Woman" 


72.  What  a  sheep  would  say  in  a 
talkie 

73.  Co-star,  "They  Met  in 
Argentina" 

75.  Table-land,  plateau 

76.  Captain  Chang,  in  "They  Met 
in  Bombay" 

78.  The  General  in  "They  Met  in 
Bombay" 

79.  Winter  vehicle 

80.  Wet  by  the  waves  (as  a  ship's 
deck) 

81.  Otherwise 


DOWN 

1.  Alarm 

2.  Spicy 

3.  Compound  ether 

4.  She's  Mrs.  Joel  McCrea- 

5.  Egyptian  sun  god 

6.  Had  Four  Sons" 

7.  She's  Mrs.  Clark  Gable 

8.  Snoops  1 

9.  "-  -  Stayed  For  Breakfast' 

10.  Health  resort 

11.  Residences 

12.  Scope,  range 

13.  "  -  -  -  -  Point  Widow," 
with  Anne  Shirley 

18.  Co-star,  "Reaching 

For  the  Sun" 
20.  She  played  the  vil- 

lainess  in  "Rebecca" 

23.  Girl's  name 

24.  Help 

27.  To  employ 

29.  One's  inner  self 

30.  Star,  "The  Bride 
Came  C.  O.  D." 

31.  His  new  one  is  "Dive 
Bomber" 

33-  Famous  opera 

35.  She's  often  teamed 
with  George  Sanders 

36.  To  rub  out 
38.  To  bite 

40.  To  dispose  of  for  cash 


42.  Comic  co-star,  "In  the  Navy" 
44.  A  kind  of  intoxicating  liquor 
46.  More  withered  and  dry 
49.  Possessive  pronoun 

51.  Co-star,  "Meet  John  Doe" 

52.  Cot 

55.  Although  (simplified  spelling) 
57.  In 

59.  "  ,  My  Love,"  with 

Claudette  Colbert 

60.  Joint  in  the  arm 

62.  Knitted  shoulder  wrap 

63.  Shade  trees 

64.  Section  of  a  movie 

66.  What  you  hear  a  talkie  with 

68.  Native  metals 

69.  To  decrease  (as  the  moon) 
71.  To  run  about  idly 

74.  Garden  implement 

76.  Note  of  the  scale 

77.  Exclamation 


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FIRST  PRIZE  LETTER 
$10.00  PRIZE 

A  prominent  religious  leader  recently 
declared  that  the  movies  were  our  worst 
incentive  to  crime ;  that  they  broke  down 
character  and  led  our  youth  into  ways  of 
wickedness. 

As  a  movie  fan  and  as  a  Christian,  I 
believe  these  statements  are  grossly  un- 
true. What  boy  could  look  upon  crime  as 
a  future  profession  after  seeing  the  sor- 
did end  of  Humphrey  Bogart  in  "High 
Sierra?"  Who  could  witness  "I  Wanted 
Wings"  without  being  proud  of  our  grand 
country  and  free  way  of  living?  What 
busy  money-grabber  watched  "The  Long 
Voyage  Home"  without  suddenly  realizing 
that  there  is  more  to  life  than  just  gain- 
ing wealth? 

No,  I  think  the  movies  have  taught  us 
to  seek  the  honorable,  the  noble  things  of 
life.  They  have  welded  together  our  ideals 
and  customs  until  the  nation  has  become 
one  great  neighborhood.  And  it  is  a  neigh- 
borhood where  justice,  liberty,  and  reli- 
gious freedom  have  made  it  the  envy  of 
the  world. 

So  who  would  be  foolish  enough  to 
destroy  the  movies,  the  institution  which 
has  contributed  more  than  any  other  in 
building  this  American  way  of  life? 

MRS.  M.  R.  LILES,  Seagraves,  Texas 

SECOND  PRIZE  LETTER 
$5.00  PRIZE 

Recently  I've  been  hearing  one  ominous 
rumble  after  another  about  the  dire  finan- 
cial predicament  of  the  movie  industry. 
"Well,"  I  thought  to  myself,  "things  must 
be  pretty  bad  out  in  Hollywood."  And  then 
I  began  reading :  "The  movie  industry  is 
facing  serious  financial  setbacks  with  loss 
of  foreign  market"- — -"American  movie- 
going  public  giving  poor  box-office  sup- 
port." Foreign  markets !  Unresponsive 
American  public !  Stuff  and  nonsense ! 
There's  nothing  wrong  with  the  American 
movie-going  public ;  the  fault  lies  solely 
with  the  men  wTho  make  the  movies,  the 
men  who've  been  so  used  to  making  super- 
duper  colossals  that  have  netted  them 
super-duper  profits. 

As  far  as  I'm  concerned,  the  movie  in- 
dustry doesn't  need  its  foreign  markets, 
"an   do  perfectly  well   right  here  in 
to  make  up  for  any  loss  of  for- 
kets.  But — and  here's  where  my 
id  for  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Movie- 
;s   in — they've  got  to  "deliver 
'  give  us  something  worth  our 
iuv  money.  The  American  people 


like  movies  and  like  to  go  to  movies ;  they 
always  have,  for  it's  part  of  that  "get  some 
fun  out  of  life"  American  spirit  to  want 
to  be  entertained.  But  we  like  good  movies, 
not  something  thrown  together  to  fill  a 
double  feature  bill ;  but  the  double  feature 
evil  has  been  argued  and  editorialized,  so 
I'll  not  go  into  that. 

What  I  do  want  to  stress  is :  we  want 
good  movies  and  only  movies ;  not  dishes 
and  Bingo  and  Screeno  and  Bank  Night. 
Really,  people  are  sick  and  tired  of  hav- 
ing to  be  lured  to  a  theater  by  the  promise 
of  something  given  away  free.  They  see 
Bank  Night,  or  some  such  lottery,  adver- 
tised, and  they  say :  "Oh,  Bank  Night !  I 
guess  that  means  the  picture's  no  good." 
So  they  don't  go.  "Anyhow,"  they  figure, 
"/  never  win  anything."  Besides,  people 
are  getting  sick  and  tired  of  this  sort  of 
exploitation.  After  all,  every  novelty  wears 
off  after  a  while,  every  new  idea  wears 
thin. 

Mr.  Movie  Mogul,  the  American  public 
needs  good  entertainment  now  more  than 
ever.  We  want  to  forget  the  cares  of  a 
cataclysmic  world  and  be  entertained.  So 
instead  of  whining  about  what  used  to  be, 
get  down  to  business  with  what  should  be 
and  concentrate  on  giving  us  good  movies. 
Give  me  a  good  movie  and  I  won't  need 
any  free  dishes  to  get  me  into  a  theater. 
Believe  me,  we  want  good  entertainment, 
so  give  it  to  us  and  you'll  see  how  quickly 
you  change  your  mournful  tune ! 

BRYNA  SCHWARTZ,  McKeesport,  Pa. 

FIVE  PRIZE  LETTERS 
$1.00  EACH 

I've  read  that  Garbo,  in  her  next  picture, 
will  play  twins,  sing,  do  the  rumba  and 
wear  a  short  hair-do  with  a  bluish  rinse. 
It  seems  like  an  awful  lot  of  new  and 
unusual  things  to  do  in  order  to  make  the 
public  Garbo-conscious  again  after  the  long 
months  since  "Ninotchka."  These  steps  of 
animation,  (remember,  Garbo  "talks"  in 
"Anna  Christie,"  Garbo  "loves"  in  "Ca- 
mille"  and  Garbo  "laughs"  in  "Ninotchka") 
however,  do  achieve  the  publicity  value 
sought.  Despite  the  fact  that  her  own 
studio  has  a  bevy  of  glamorous  ladies 
including  Greer  Garson,  Lana  Turner, 
Norma  Shearer,  Joan  Crawford  (back  in 
public  favor  with  "A  Woman's  Face"), 
Ann  Sothern,  Hedy  Lamarr,  Myrna  Loy, 
and  a  grown-up  Judy  Garland,  a  picture 
starring  the  Silent  One  is  still  big  news 
to  movie  fans ! 

SYLVIA  GRILL,  Bronx,  N.  Y. 


SCREENLAND 


FRIENDLY  FORUM 

Countless  fans  think  Betty  Grable 
is  not  onl}-  beautiful  but  a  swell 
actress  to  boot.  Others  can't  abide  her. 
Don  Ameche's  expansive  grin  has 
annoyed  many  a  customer  while- 
legions  are  beguiled.  Scores  and  scores 
think  the  movies  aren't  doing  right 
by  George  Sanders,  Ian  Hunter  and 
others  too  numerous  to  mention.  But 
no  matter  what  you  write  about  the 
stars,  the  producers,  double  features, 
etc.,  we  are  here  to  print  your  views. 
Fans'  Forum  is  a  friendly  Forum;  it 
is  the  voice  of  the  people.  And  we  are 
happy  to  pay  cash  to  hear  you  speak. 
Monthly  prizes  of  $10.00.  $5.00  and 
five  of  $1.00  each.  Closing  date,  25th 
of  the  month. 

Please  address  your  letters  to 
Screenlaxd's  Fans'  Forum.  45  West 
45th  Street,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


"Billy  the  Kid" — ah !  that's  the  kind  of 
Western  for  me.  Robert  Taylor  has  done 
the  best  in  his  brilliant  career  in  this  great 
outdoor  film  of  beauty  and  excitement. 
Bob  makes  a  swell  Billy.  Here's  hoping 
M-G-M  will  make  more  Westerns  like 
"Billy  the  Kid." 

FRANK  TAUBE,  Fresno,  Calif. 

The  Hardy  family  have  long  been  re- 
garded as  the  First  Family  of  Hollywood, 
and  the  breath  of  scandal  has  never 
touched  them.  Truly  a  100  per  cent  Ameri- 
can household.  So,  imagine  my  surprise 
when  I  beheld  Mrs.  Judge  Hardy  (Fay 
Holden)  representing  herself  as  Frank 
Morgan's  wife  the  other  night,  and  a 
pretty  frivolous  gal  she  turned  out  to  be, 
if  you  ask  me.  And  there  was  good  old 
Aunt  Millie  (Sara  Haden)  letting  on  she 
was  Frank's  secretary.  I  kept  thinking 
any  minute  Mickey  Rooney  would  be  bob- 
bing up  and  addressing  Morgan  as  Dad; 
then  I  realized  he  just  couldn't  do  that, 
for  isn't  he  the  Mayor  of  Boys'  Toztmf 

IRENE  CAVERS,  Detroit,  Mich. 


Let's  go  "all-out"  for  Betty  Grable, 
America.  We  have  always  admired  pluck, 
courage,  and  persistence  in  our  athletes, 
in  our  political  and  military  leaders,  so 
why  not  in  our  movie  glamor  girls?  And 
certainly  there  is  not  an  actress  on  the 
screen  today  who  has  shown  more  willing- 
ness to  battle  for  her  place  in  the  sun. 

Betty  was  for  several  years  given  the 
Hollywood  run-around.  She  was  given 
long  term  contracts  and  small  bit  parts. 
Then,  when  the  moguls  decided  the  public 
was  tired  of  seeing  her  on  magazine  covers 
and  in  negligees,  they  dropped  her.  So 
Betty  turned  to  Broadway,  scored  a  hit  in 
a  musical  comedy,  and  soon  had  Holly- 
wood on  its  calloused  knees  begging  her 
to  sign  this  contract,  take  this  role. 

Now  Betty  Grable  is  on  her  way  to  the 
top.  She  accomplished  it  all  by  refusing 
to  be  thrown  away,  to  be  discarded  as  so 
many  other  young  actresses  have  been  by 
Hollywood.  So  come  on,  America,  let's 
have  "all-out"  aid  to  Betty  Grable. 

T.  N.  PAPPAS,  Jr.,  Memphis,  Tenn. 


For  the  life  of  me  I  cannot  understand 
the  build-up  and  wonderful  praise  being- 
handed  Betty  Grable.  Her  performance  in 
"Down  Argentine  Way"  could  have  been 
topped  by  any  girl  enacting  a  bit  part  in 
a  high-school  play.  Ditto  for  her  perform- 
ance in  "Tin  Pan.  Alley." 

Would  someone  please  enlighten  the 
public  as  to  how  one  with  so  little  ability 
could  rate  such  great  lauding? 

VAL  KERN,  Columbus,  Neb. 


Two  office  bachelors 
-but  no  date  for  Joan! 


Popularity  and  Jobs  are  Safer 
if  a  girl  remembers  to  use  Mum  every  day! 


TWO  attractive  bachelors— both  marked 
for  success.  And  they  picked  Joan 
for  a  honey  the  very  first  morning  on  her 
new  job.  But  why  no  bantering— no  bids 
to  lunch— none  of  the  attention  the  other 
girls  received?  Well,  Joan,  the  truth,  the 
tragic  truth,  is— the  girl  guilty  of  under- 
arm odor  doesn't  get  or  deserve  the  breaks. 
*  Joan  would  be  amazed  if  you  men- 
tioned her  fault— if  you  deliberately  said 
"Mum."  She  bathes  every  morning,  of 
course.  But  she  needs  Mum  to  protect 
that  after-bath  freshness,  to  keep  her  safe 
all  day— or  all  evening  long. 

Many  smart  girls  — eager  to  get  ahead 


in  business  or  socially  — make  Mum  a 
daily  habit.  They  wouldn't  dream  of  tak- 
ing chances  with  charm  when  Mum  is  so 
quick,  so  safe,  so  easy  to  use! 

MUM  IS  QUICK  I  A  touch  under  each 
arm,  before  or  after  dressing ...  in  30 
seconds  charm  is  protected. 

MUM  IS  GENTLE!  Use  it  right  after  un- 
derarm shaving.  So  safe  for  fine  fabrics 
that  it  has  won  the  seal  of  approval  of 
the  American  Institute  of  Laundering. 

MUM  IS  SURE!  Mum  makes  odor  im- 
possible all  day  or  all  evening,  yet  does 
not  stop  perspiration.  Get  Mum  today! 


For  Sanitary  Napkins 

Mum  is  so  gentle,  so  safe  that 
thousands  of  women  prefer  it 
for  this  important  purpose. 
Use  Mum  this  way,  too. 


A  Product  of  Bristol-Myers  Company 

Mum 

TAKES  THE  ODOR  OUT  OF  PERSPIRATION 


SCREENLAND 


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It's  annoying  when  folks  just  drop  in  .  .  .  but 


infectious  dandruff 

is  more  annoying  still! 


THE  TREATMENT 

MEN:  Douse  full  strength  Listerine 
Antiseptic  on  the  scalp  morning  and 
night.  WOMEN:  Part  the  hair  at 
various  places,  and  apply  Listerine 
Antiseptic  right  along  the  part  with 
a  medicine  dropper,  to  avoid  wetting 
the  hair  excessively. 

Always  follow  with  vigorous  and 
persistent  massage  with  fingers  or 
a  good  hairbrush.  Continue  the 
treatment  so  long  as  dandruff  is  in 
evidence.  And  even  though  you're 
free  from  dandruff,  enjoy  a  Lister- 
ine Antiseptic  massage  once  a  week 
to  guard  against  infection.  Listerine 
is  the  same  antiseptic  that  has 
been  famous  for  more  than  50 
years  as  a  mouth  wash  and  gargle. 


Get  after  it  with  LISTERINE 
at  the  first  sign  of  trouble 

fHAT  makes  the  infectious  type  of  dandruff 
so  annoying,  so  distressing,  are  those  trou- 
blesome flakes  ou  collar  or  dress  .  .  .  and  the 
scalp  irritation  and  itching  .  .  .  that  so  often 
accompany  the  condition. 

If  you're  troubled  in  this  way,  look  out — 
you  may  have  this  common  form  of  dandruff, 
so  act  now  before  it  gets  worse. 

Has  Helped  Thousands 

Start  right  in  with  Listerine  Antiseptic  and 
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that  has  also  helped  thousands  of  other  people. 

You,  too,  may  find  it  as  helpful  as  it  is  delight- 
ful. Listerine  is  so  easy,  so  simple  to  use,  and 
so  stimulating !  You  simply  douse  it  on  the  scalp 
morning  and  night  and  follow  with  vigorous 
and  persistent  massage. 

Thousands  of  users  have  marvelled  at  how 
flakes  and  scales  begin  to  disappear,  how  much 
cleaner  and  healthier  their  scalps  appear.  And 
remember : 

Kills  "Bottle  Bacillus" 

Listerine  Antiseptic  kills  millions  of  germs 
on  scalp  and  hair,  including  Pityrosporum 
ovale,  the  strange  "Bottle  Bacillus"  recognized 
by  many  outstanding  dandruff  specialists  as  a 
causative  agent  of  infectious  dandruff. 

This  germ-killing  action,  we  believe,  helps  to 
explain  why,  in  a  series  of  tests,  76%  of  dandruff 
sufferers  showed  either  complete  disappearance 
of  or  marked  improvement  in  the  symptoms  of 
dandruff  within  a  month. 

Lambert  Pharmacal  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


the  delightful  treatment 


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SCREENLAND 


AN  OPEN  LETTER  TO  DIETRICH 


DEAR  LEGS: 
Turn  around! 
You're  not  going  to 
take  a  beating,  but  a 
bouquet. 

Yes,  I've  panned 
you  in  the  past  but 
I've  nothing  but 
praise  for  you  now. 
You've  proved  your- 
self such  a  good  sport 
in  wooing  back  your 
public  with  earthy 
roles,  making  friends 
with  the  production 
crews  of  your  pic- 
tures instead  of  re- 
maining aloof  in  the 

old  von  Sternberg  manner  — ■  and  most  re- 
cently riding  in  "jeeps"  and  singing  throaty 
songs  and  cutting  up  capers  generally  to  enter- 
tain our  boys  in  the  army  camps — that  I  think 
we  should  all  salute  you  for  your  good  sports- 
manship. 

You  may  not  be  a  great  actress  like  Ingrid 
Bergman,  but  you're  a  great  personality  and 
no  mistake.  Only  Baby  Betty  Grable  can  match 
you  when  it  comes  to  gorgeous  gams.  And  that's 
not  all.  Now  you're  letting  it  be  known  that 
your  16-year-old  daughter  is  about  to  blossom 
forth  as  an  actress,  too,  with  your  encourage- 
ment. So  it  was  the  real  Dietrich  all  the  time, 
the  honest  and  amiable  soul  who,  when  she  first 
arrived  in  this  country,  told  everyone  so 
proudly  about  "my  little  girl"  despite  press 
agents'  frantic  hush-hush.  I  only  hope  the  "little 
girl"  fills  your  shoes  half  as  well  as  you  have. 


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WHAT  CAROLE  LANDIS 


"I  demand  of  a  man  that  he  support 
me!  He  must,  or  I  couldn't  respect 
him.  And  I  must  respect 
the  man  I  love  and 
marry!"  Read  this 
j.         frankest  interview 


M 


[Y  FIRST  demand,"  said  Carole,  with  a  bright, 
blonde  laugh,  "is  that  men  do  not  make  me 
suffer!" 

That  got  a  booming,  belly  laugh  out  of  me,  if  you 
must  know.  Looking  at  the  Landis,  this  Glamor  Girl 
who  doesn't  want  to  be  a  Glamor  Girl  but  can't  help  it 
on  account  of  how  she  is  made  of  the  stuff,  and  males 
being  what  they  are — 'make  her  suffer?' — "not  likely,"  IgX 
scorned. 

But  Carole  was  serious.  "I  mean  it,"  she  said.  "I  mean 
that  I  will  NOT  be  one  of  the  women  who  seem  to  go  for 
men  who  antagonize  them,  make  them  uncomfortable, 
make  them  suffer.  There  are  such  girls,  you  know.  Girls 
who  are  happy  being  unhappy;  girls  who  enjoy  being 
unhappy  in  love.  Girls  who  go  about  offering  up  their 
hearts  to  the  best  breaker. 

"Not  for  me,"  said  Carole,  "not  for  me  any  man  who 
attempts  that  form  of  sadism.  A  man  makes  me  happy 
in  love,  or — /  don't  love  him!  I'm  the  happy  type,  by 
nature  and  by  inclination.  I  expect  men  to  amuse  me, 


interest  me,  flatter  me,  spoil  me.  I  say  that  if  there  is 
any  heart-breaking  to  be  done,  it  is  a  woman's  privilege. 

"I  have  been  married  twice.  Twice  I  have  thought 
I  was  in  love.  I'd  like  to  fall  in  love  again.  I'd  like  to 
be  married.  But  my  attitude  now  is  this:  if  I  meet  the 
man  with  the  qualities,  he  is  welcome,  love  is  welcome. 
But  I  am  NOT  seeking.  I'm  keeping  my  eyes  and  ears 
open,  that's  all.  Because  if  you  were  'in  love'  a  couple 
of  times  when,  obviously,  you  weren't,  if  you  follow 
me — you  just  relax  and  wait.  You  also  do  a  spot  of 
figuring.  I've  done  several  spots.  I've  made  a  sort  of  a 
man-map.  I  know  now,"  said  this  Glamor  Girl,  this 
honest  Glamor  Girl,  (Mr.  Ripley,  please  note) — "what 
I  want  in  a  man,  what  I  expect  of  a  man,  what  I  demand 
of  a  man !" 

We  were  talking,  Carole  and  I,  in  the  living  room 
of  Carole's  one-story  white  house,  picket-fenced  and  tree- 
shaded  (she  lives  with  her  mother,  boys!)  down  Brent- 
wood way.  Taking  a  quickie  tour  of  the  premises  before 
settling  down  to  our  dish  of  tea  (Please  turn  to  page  70) 


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DEMANDS  OF  MEN! 


By  Gladys  Hall 


Cesar  Romero  is  the 
symbol  of  masculine  ap- 
peal for  Carole  Landis. 
Facing  page,  Carole  re- 
clining with  a  picture  of 
Franchot  Tone,  favorite 
escort,  on  table  beside 
her.  Below,  perfume  is  a 
traditional  beau-catch- 
er. A  tip:  Keep  Carole's 
"man-map"  in  mind. 


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THE  boys  aren't  the  only  ones  who  have  been  caught  in 
the  draft.  The  girls  have  -to  be  good  soldiers,  too !  For 
almost  every  boy  who  has  been  stuck  away  in  a  camp, 
there  is  a  girl  left  high  and  dry  wondering  how  she  can  hold 
him  through  a  full  year  of  Army  beans  and  all-day  hikes  and 
drills.  Not  only  will  she  be  left  with  some  lonely  Wednesday 
and  Saturday  nights,  but  she  has  the  added  problem  of  won- 
dering how  she  can  keep  him  falling  for  her  like  mad — as  he 
seemed  to  be  just  before  he  was  called — by  remote  control. 

It's  one  thing  to  surprise  him  with  a  new 
doodad  in  the  hair,  to  listen  wide-eyed  to  him 
talk  about  himself,  to  keep  him  wrapped  around 
your  finger  by  getting  him  a  little  jealous  and 
by  using  all  those  tried  and  tested  hypos  to 
romance.  But  without  the  aid  of  proximity,  it's 
quite  another  story  to  keep  your  soldier  boy 
so  interested  in  you  he'll  be  at  your  front  door 
the  minute  his  service  is  up.  That,  my  friends, 
is  what  is  known  as  savoir  jairc.  The  National 
Emergency  has  created  a  romantic  emergency 

thousands  and  thousands  of  girls,  but 
you  know  how  to  handle  it  you  can  make  it  a 
successful  one-girl  beau-blitzkrieg. 

We're  coming  to  it  in  a  minute,  so  sit  tight — 
but  there  is  something  else  to  consider  too. 
As  though  to  compensate  for  the  romantic 


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Private  Everett  Scott, 
typical  of  the  thou- 
sands of  soldier  boys  in 
your  Uncle  Sam's  Army 
camps,  was  a  lucky  lad 
on  leave  when  he  visited 
the  Universal  Studio  and 
met  Marlene  Dietrich, 
among  other  famous 
stars.  But  every  soldier 
boy  deserves  the  best! 


hardships,  girls  who  are  caught  in  the  draft  have  the  side 
honor  of  being  able  to  perform  a  patriotic  job.  The  pub- 
lic relations  officers  of  the  camps  claim  that  you  girls 
are  of  invaluable  aid  in  bolstering  the  morale  of  the  boys 
who  have  given  up  family,  friends  and  community  life 
for  the  rigid  life  of  the  army.  "If  a  girl  knows  how  to 
make  her  draftee  boy  friend  cheerful,  if  she  knows  how 
to  dispel  his  loneliness,  how  to  keep  him  from  being 
homesick  and  discontented,  if  she  knows  how  to  make 
him  feel  proud  he  has  a  chance  to  serve  his  country  and 
lets  him  know  he  is  being  appreciated,  she  is  doing  her 
bit  for  Uncle  Sam !"  You  girls  who  wanted  to  do  your 
share — there  it  is  ! 

We  talked  to  four  actresses  who  are  "caught  in  the 
draft,''  and  we  learned  that  just  as  these  Hollywood  girls 
are  the  first  to  be  up  on  the  latest  lipstick  and  swimming 
suit,  they  are  the  first  to  be  up  (Please  turn  to  page  79) 


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OLVINC 

By 

Elizabeth  Wilson 


I JUST  love  to  clear  up  mysteries.  Agatha  Christie, 
Dorothy  Sayers,  Leslie  Ford,  Rex  Stout  and  Dashiell 
Hammett  would  hate  me  if  they  knew  me,  because  I'm 
the  smarty  pants  who  can  pick  the  murderer  in  the  best 
"Whodunits"  without  finishing  the  third  chapter.  I'm 
that  good,  and  thoroughly  obnoxious  about  it.  And  just 
let  me  scent  a  good  Hollywood  mystery  and  I'm  off  in 
a  leap  , and  a  bound  like  the  hound  of  the  Baskervilles. 

When  Bette  Davis  abruptly  parted  company  with  Sam- 
uel Goldwyn's  "The  Little  Foxes"  right  in  the  middle 
of  production  recently — and  hid  out  for  three  weeks — 
there  was  much  mystery  and  excitement  about  the  whole 
thing.  Three  weeks  haven't  caused  such  a  commotion 
since  Elinor  Glynn  popularized  them  many  years  ago. 
There  were  more  rumors  than  you  could  shake  a  type- 
writer at.  In  the  Hollywood  bistros  it  was  discussed 
freely,  also  around  the  swimming  pools  in  Beverly  Hills, 
and  the  dinner  tables  in  Brentwood — and  of  course  all 
the  correspondents  and  columnists  had  a  field  day  out 


The  role  of  the  evil, 
scheming  Regina  in 
"The  Little  Foxes"  is 
a  part  every  good 
Hollywood  actress 
yearned  to  play. 
Bette  Davis  won  it — 
and  how  she  is  play- 
ing it!  Above,  with 
leading  man  Herbert 
Marshall.  At  right, 
a  visit  from  Gary 
Cooper,  "loaned"  by 
Goldwyn  to  Warners 
for  "Sergeant  York" 
in  return  for  borrow- 
ing star  Bette  for 
"The  Little  Foxes." 


of  it.  There  were  enough  "scoops"  to  go  around  for 
everybody. 

Some  of  them  said,  "Bette  left  the  picture  because  she 
is  going  to  have  a  baby."  Some  of  them  said,  "Bette's 
all  broken  up  because  Arthur  Farnsworth,  her  practically 
brand  new  husband,  is  divorcing  her."  Others  said,  "She 
had  a  big  fight  with  Sam  Goldwyn,  the  producer,  and 
walked  out  of  the  picture  in  a  huff."  Others  said,  "It  was 
eyelashes,  really.  Willie  Wyler,  the  director,  said  she 
looked  too  glamorous  in  false  eyelashes  for  a  forty-year- 
old  woman,  and  Bette  said  she  wouldn't  work  with  him 
another  day."  Still  others  said,  "Katharine  Hepburn  and 
Miriam  Hopkins  are  at  the  studio  making  tests  for  the 
part  of  Regina  right  this  minute."  And  still,  still  others 
who  don't  like  Bette — or  any  star  for  that  matter  who 
happens  to  be  on  top — said,  "She  didn't  walk  out,  my 
dear,  she  was  put  out.  Just  couldn't  stack  up  with  the 
New  York  actors  in  the  cast."  And  Bette  a  two-time 
Award  winner !  Sic  Transit  Gloria.  (Please  turn  to  page  74) 


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the  Bette  Davis-  Little  Foxes 


ft 


WALK-OUT  MYSTERY! 


Gossip  said:  "Bette  left  the  picture 
because  she's  going  to  have  a  baby. 
Or  because  her  husband  is  divorcing 
her.  Or  because  she  had  a  big  fight 
with  the  producer.  Or  because  of 
those  false  eyelashes."  Etc.,  and  etc. 


When  they  poured 
Bette  Davis  into  an 
old-fashioned  bone 
corset,  a  corset 
cover,  and  a  bustle, 
and  all  the  other 
horrible  things  that 
chic  women  of  the 
I900's  wore,  Bette 
nearly  fainted  dead 
away.  "I've  got  to 
have  some  air  before 
Regina  throws  me," 
she  said.  But  she's 
acting  the  part  like 
the  trouper  she  is. 
3elow,  a  closeup, 
and  with  Teresa 
Wright  who  plays 
her  'teen-aged 
daughter  in  the  film. 


Now  read  the  real  reason,  told  us  by 
the  star  herself  when  she  returned 
to  the  studio  to  resume  acting  the 
wonderful  role  of  Regina  in  Samuel 
Goldwyn's  picturization  of  Lillian 
Hellman's  sensationally  clever  play 


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HERE  are  times  when  I  could 
cheerfully  murder  all  movie 
stars.  And  there  are  times 
when  I  think  they  are  the  biggest- 
hearted,  most  generous,  most  kind- 
ly folk  I  have  ever  known,  and 
certainly  the  finest.  That's  when  I 
see  them  knocking  themselves  out 
entertaining  people — for  free.  Ask 
a  Hollywood  writer  (for  pity's 
sake,  don't  ask  me)  to  write  some- 
thing for  nothing  and  you  can  hear  the  growl- 
ing and  griping  that  goes  on  all  the  way  to 
Staten  Island.  For  nothing ?  It's  an  insult.  But 
ask  a  Hollywood  movie  star  to  appear  at  a 
benefit — any  kind  of  charity — and  he  (or  she) 
is  not  only  delighted,  but  proceeds  to  bat  his 
brains  out  for  the  rest  of  the  week  working  up 
a  snappy  new  act.  He  gives  a  thousand  dollars 
worth  of  entertainment.  Dozens  of  times  a  year. 
And  all  he  ever  gets  for  it  is  laryngitis. 

Take  Jack  Benny,  for  example,  and  that 
"glamor  junket"  up  to  Fort  Ord  and  Camp 
Hunter  Leggett.  He  had  a  cold  and  a  tempera- 


I 


Movie  stars  help  keep  up  the 
morale  of  the  draftees  by  visit- 
ing army  camps  "in  person" 
and  putting  on  good  shows 


They  call  Carole  Lan- 
dis  the  "Blonde  Bomb- 
at  such  California 
army  camps  as  Hunter 
Leggett,  Haan,  Cal- 
lan,  and  Fort  Ord 
where  she  has  ap- 
peared in  person.  "I 
love  visiting  camps," 
says  Carole.  "I  guess 
I'll  just  have  to  marry 
Bob  Hope  and  make 
a    life's   work   of  it." 


Decorations  61/ 
Leonard  Frank 

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THE  great  man  was  dying.  Jonathan  Reynolds,  who 
had  everything  he  had  ever  thought  he  wanted,  lay 
in  a  huge,  hand-carved  mahogany  bed  under  silken 
coverlets  and  all  about  him  were  the  possessions  which 
had  become  so  meaningless  now. 

Once,  such  a  short  time  ago,  things  had  made  up  the 
pattern  of  his  life :  his  magnificent  antiques,  the  rich  food 
he  loved,  the  aroma  of  the  two  dollar  cigars  made  to  his 
special  order.  Strange  the  way  he  felt,  as  if  even  a  cigar 
was  unimportant  now.  He  was  so  tired !  There  was  only 
one  thing  he  wanted,  that  his  son  would  come  in  time. 

Downstairs  in  the  big  hall  the  two  men  sent  from  the 
National  Museum  to  take  his  death  mask  waited  im- 
patiently. And  across  the  street  two  reporters,  keeping 
their  own  death  watch  in  the  rain,  waited  too  as  the 
presses  were  waiting  down  town.  Already  the  front  page 
had  been  set  up  with  the  headlines  telling  of  the  old 
man's  death,  and  the  obituary  was  illustrated  with  pic- 


tures that  showed  the  course  of  his  life :  Reynolds  as  a 
baby,  as  a  schoolboy,  as  the  man  he  had  become,  grizzled 
and  choleric  with  his  fiery  blue  eyes  darting  out  from 
under  his  bristling  eyebrows,  the  grim  humor  of  his  pur- 
poseful mouth  concealed  by  his  shaggy  moustache. 
Everything  was  ready  now.  He  had  only  to  die. 

"His  inheritance  tax  ought  to  about  make  the  country 
even,"  one  of  the  reporters  said,  looking  at  the  rain- 
washed  window  in  the  massive,  stone  house  across  the 
street. 

"He  was  born  too  late,"  the  other  said.  "Two  hundred 
years  ago  he'd  been  a  pirate.  Captain  Kidd  himself.  Re- 
member that  stomach  of  his  ?  I  watched  him  eat  once  at 
a  banquet.  He  didn't  order  a  steak.  He  ordered  a  cow. 
If  he  doesn't  hurry,  we  won't  make  the  morning  edition 
and  the  Herald'll  beat  us.  He  oughta  die  for  us  exclu- 
sive." He  lifted  his  eyes  heavenward  and  for  the  first 
time  in  years  muttered  a  prayer.  "As  long  as  he's  gotta 


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She  was  a  little  nobody,  he  was  a  mil- 
lionaire's son  engaged  to  a  debutante — 
and  then  his  father,  at  death's  door, 
took  a  fancy  to  the  wrong  girl!  Read 
the  romantic  solution  to  this  fantastic 
problem,  Actionized  from  the  unusual 
new  film  starring  Deanna  Durbin  and 
Charles  Laughton,  with  Robert  Cummings 


Fictionized 


Elizabeth  B.  Petersen 


For  compu  te  cast  and  credits  of  this  Uni- 
versal Picture  please  turn  to  Page  58 


Deanna's  first  film  since  her  marriage  gives 
her  a  role  vastly  different  from  previous  pic- 
tures. As  a  hat-check  girl  plunged  into  the 
hectic  situation  of  make-believe  fiancee  of  a 
rich  boy,  she  plays  with  enchanting  appeal 
and  skill,  especially  in  her  scenes  with  Charles 
Laughton,  famous  character  star  who  enacts 
Bob  Cummings'   father    (see  scene  right). 


go,  please  have  him  go  no  later  than  nine-thirty.  That 
dirty  Herald's  been  getting  all  the  breaks." 

He  stopped  as  he  saw  a  cab  drive  up.  Reynold's  son 
arriving  at  last !  He'd  been  ordered  to  get  all  the  details 
of  that  story.  Lump  in  the  throat  stuff,  the  editor  had 
demanded.  The  only  son  flying  from  Mexico  to  his 
father's  death  bed.  Would  he  make  it  or  wouldn't  he? 
Slobber  all  over  the  place.  Well,  maybe,  just  maybe  the 
boy  had  made  it  in  time.  But  as  he  darted  across  the 
street  to  find  out,  the  massive  doors  had  already  closed 
behind  Jonathan  Reynolds,  Junior. 

Jonathan's  face  showed  the  strain  he  had  been  under 
as  he  looked  at  the  doctor.  He  had  known  old  Harvey 
since  he  was  a  kid  but  he  had  never  felt  quite  like  this 
about  him,  as  if  a  nod  or  a  foreboding  shake  of  the  head 
was  going  to  settle  his  whole  life. 

"There's  a  chance,  isn't  there?"  he  demanded  and  then 
as  the  doctor  hesitated,  "isn't  there?" 

"He's  had  a  rich,  full  life,"  Harvey  said,  avoiding  a 
direct  answer.  "A  man  couldn't  ask  for  more  than  he 
was  given." 

"No,  I  guess  not,"  the  boy  said  slowly.  His  young 
voice  was  raw  with  his  despair  but  when  they  came  to 
his  father's  room,  he  reached  down  into  his  heart  for  the 
courage  to  bring  a  smile  to  his  lips,  to  make  his  voice 
sound  casual  and  everyday  and  as  if  this  was  a  usual 
homecoming. 

"Hello,   Dad,"  he   said,    (Conthiucd  on   page  58) 


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T: 


HIS  town  is  full  of  tourists.  Taking  ad- 
vantage of  those  rates,  no  doubt.  They 
all  want  to  meet  Clark  Gable.  And  go 
some  place  where  it's  fun.  "Where  do  you  go 
-Xt*"5""  for  laughs  in  Hollywood?"  I'm  asked  con- 

stantly. What's  cooking?  Well,  I'll  tell  you. 
Since  dullness,  such  respectable  dullness, 
has  thrown  a  chill  over  Hollywood  that  not  even  the 
smudge  pots  can  drive  away — and  some  of  my  best 
friends  are  smudge  pots,  smudgy  and  deliriously  potty — 
I  find  that.  I  can  recommend  for  laughs  only  one  spot 
in  the  entire  city  of  cinema :  the  "Navy  Blues"  set  at 
Warner  Brothers  out  in  the  Valley.  If  you  know  some- 
body who  knows  somebody,  you  can  make  the  "'Navy 
Blues"  set,  and  there  you'll  find  fun  on  a  rampage.  What 
with  a  whole  mess  of  Hollywood  comedians  knocking 
their  brains  out  trying  to  top  each  others'  wisecracks  you 
can  well  imagine  that  the  set  is  utterly  lacking  in  rose 
petals  and  belles  lettres.  Emily  Post  wouldn't  like.  But 
you  would.  It's  a  blues  chaser,  deluxe,  this  set.  Shoot  the 
Navy  to  me.  Blues  ! 

Several  months  ago  when  Ann  Sheridan  said  all  right 
she  wasn't  mad  with  Warner  Brothers  any  more  and 
she'd  come  back  to  work  again,  the  jubilant  Front  Office 
told  the  typewriting  back  office  to  whip  tip  something 
very  gay  and  gala  for  the  Oomph  Girl's  comeback  pic- 
ture— something  in  which  Ann  could  wear  a  bathing  suit. 
(And  when  Ann  saw  the  bathing  suit  she  said,  "This 
must  have  been  run  up  by  a-  stenographer — in  short- 
hand.") Now  our  Annie  had  just  received  the  vote  of 
the  49  sailors  on  the  submarine  Nanvhal  as  "The  Girl 
With  Whom  They'd  Most  Like  to  be  Submerged."  So 
that  gave  the  boys  an  idea :  The  Navy,  Honolulu,  hula 
skirts,  Waikiki  Beach,  pretty  girls.  Jack  Oakie,  Jack 
Haley,  and  Jack  Carson  turned  loose,  and.  they  wrote 
in  the  script,  "for  Sheridan's  (Please  turn  to  page  64) 


Mad  and  merry,  the  stars  of 
"Navy  Blues"  will  wow  you. 
Ann  Sheridan  and  Martha 
Raye,  Jack  Oakie  and  beauti- 
ful gals — all  add  up  to  grand 
fun.  Read  our  inside  story  of 
Hollywood's  best  current  mu- 
sical with  patriotic  theme. 


Making  Good 
As  A  Mother ! 


Hollywood's  most  suc- 
cessful actress- 
mother  gives  inspiring 
advice  out  of  her  own 
intimate  experience  in 
raising  her  two  happy, 
healthy  daughters 
which  will  interest  not 
only  the  fifth  winner 
in  our  6-Star  Contest 
series,  but  all  mothers 
with  similar  problems 


Joan  Bennett  is  never 
too  busy  being  o  career 
woman  to  be  a  good 
companion  to  her  two 
daughters  —  Mel  in  da, 
seven,  and  Diana,  thir- 
teen. At  left,  she  has  a 
Hallowe'en  party  for 
them  in  her  studio  dress- 
ing room.  Below,  the 
"baby"  of  the  happy 
family,  Miss  Melinda. 


■ 


DEAR  Mrs.  Snyder : 
When  Cornelia  so  eloquently  expressed  the  pride 
of  every  mother  in  her  children  by  calling  her  sons 
her  '■jewels,*'  she  selected  a  figure  of  speech  more  de- 
scriptive than  she  probably  realized  as  she  spoke.  Chil- 
dren arc  like  jewels  in  tiiat  they  are  a  mother's  proudest 
possession,  it  is  true.  More  important,  however,  as  every 
good  mother  realizes,  they  are  like  jewels  in  that  tiiey 
must  be  polished  before  they  can  reflect  their  true  worth 
and  beauty.  It  is  die  polishing  process  which  requires 
alike  in  modier  and  diamond-cutter  the  utmost  in  pa- 
tience and  precision.  The  flawless  gem  is  tiiere  in  bodi 
cases,  requiring  only  expert  handling. 

I  think  a  serious  mistake  many  parents  make  is  indulg- 
ing their  children  too  much.  That  is  why  I  believe  you, 
Mrs.  Snyder,  who  are  making  such  a  tremendous  effort 
to  please  your  diree  daughters,  are  getting  no  place  witii 
them.  In  your  anxiety  to  polish  your  jewels  lovingly,  you 
have  hesitated  to  take  die  sharp  first  blow  that  deter- 
mines from  the  start  die  gem's  line  of  cleavage.  Let  me 
make  it  plain  that  I  am  only  continuing  my  figure  of 
speech  when  I  say  '"blow."  I  do  not  believe  in  corporal 
punishment.  Rather.  I  have  found  with  Diana  and  my 
seven-year-old  Melinda  that  more  reasonable  means  are 
much  more  effective.  For  example,  take  the  case  of  your 
ten-year-old  Joan  and  five-year-old  Patsy,  and  the  way 
thev  tire  easily  of  dieir  toys.  I  would  handle  that  prob- 
lem, not  bv  punishing  die  children  physically,  but  by 
banishing  all  of  dieir  toys  until  such  a  time  as  they  would 
be  appreciated.  This  method  makes  the  punishment  fit 
the  crime,  to  quote  from  Gilbert  and  Sullivan,  and  asso- 
ciates the  two  so  forcefulh-  that  even  small  Patsy  will 
appreciate  die  reason  for  the  banishment  and  die  justice 
of  your  ruling. 

Since  both  children  soon  become  discontented  with 
ieir  toys,  it  is  altogedier  probable  that  young  Patsy  is 
itating  Joan.  I  point  out  this  possibility  because  Patsy 
at  an  age  when  most  children  are  engrossed  for  hours 
whatever  diey  happen  to  be  doing.  On  the  other  hand, 
the  toy  difficulty  may  start  from  die  other  side  entirely. 
That  is.  if  Joan  is  expected  to  play  with  the  same  toys 
which  amuse  her  half-as-old  sister. 

I  make  it  a  point — since  there's  six  years  difference 
in  age  between  my  own  daughters — to  see  that  each  of 
my  children  is  provided  with  toys  in  keeping  with  her 
natural  development.  In  this  same  connection,  it  is  also 


Movie's  best  ar- 
gument for  com- 
bining career 
with  motherhood, 
a  bove :  Joan's 
two  lovely  daugh- 
ters. Top  right, 
the  letter  from 
Mrs.  Irene  M . 
Snyder  selected 
by  Miss  Bennett 
as  6-Star  Contest 
winner,  fifth  in 
our  series.  Mrs. 
Snyder  not  only 
wins  valuable  ad- 
vice from  the  star 
in  this  article,  but 
also  the  person- 
ally selected  gift 
glittering  pin 
worn  by  mother 
Joan  at  right. 


PRIZE-WINNING  LETTER 

My  dear  Miss  Bennett: 

I  am  the  mother  of  three  small  lovely, 
attractive,  and  as  a  rule  well-behoved 
girls — oges  ten,  five,  and  one  and  o  half 
years.  They  are  very  lovable  kiddies. 

We  are  buying  a  small  home  in  a  new 
subdivision.  The  children  ore  well  fed  and 
dressed.  (I  make  all  of  their  clothes.)  My 
husband  works  afternoons  and  evenings 
so  he  has  only  Soturdays  and  Sundays  to 
be  with  our  daughters.  I  know  they  miss 
him  terribly. 

Our  main  problem  is  that  within  the 
past  year  the  two  oldest  children,  Joan 
and  Potsy,  are  so  discontented.  They  will 
ploy  with  their  toys  for  a  short  while  and 
then  cast  them  aside.  If  we  go  visiting, 
which  is  very  seldom,  they  want  to  go 
home  and  vice-versa.  At  the  table  Patsy 
will  pick  and  pick  at  her  food.  I've  tried 
everything — made  all  the  tempting  dishes 
I  know  of,  and  even  asked  her  advice  on 
meals  for  the  family.  But  it  just  doesn't 
work. 

Will  you  plecse  tell  me  how  I  can  get 
around  this  dissatisfied  spell  of  theirs? 
Sincerely, 

Mrs.  Irene  M.  Snyder, 
St.  Clair  Shores,  Michigan. 


important  that  sisters  of  such  varied  ages  not  be  forced 
to  play  together  constantly.  In  a  few  years,  half  a  decade 
difference  in  age  will  mean  nothing,  but  in  the  early 
years  it  means  a  great  deal.  Children  should  have  their 
own  possessions  and  a  particular  place  in  which  to  keep 
them,  whether  it  is  a  box.  a  chest,  a  closet,  or  a  room — 
but  some  place  which  is  their  very  oicn. 

Joan  Snyder  is  beginning  to  look  forward  to  adult- 
hood. Sister  Patsy,  to  her,  seems  a  baby.  This  difference 
in  viewpoint  and  interest  will  continue,  probably,  until 
Patsy  finishes  high  school.  So  don't  try  to  force  too  close 
an  association  during  their  formative  years.  Joan,  at  this 
age.  should  no  more  be  expected  to  have  Patsy  tagging 
at  her  feet  every  moment  than  should  Patsy,  in  turn,  be 
expected  to  play  constantly  with  her  eighteen-months-old 
sister. 

I  feel  very  strongly  on  this  {Please  turn  to  page  67) 


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3 


Citizen  Gotten 
Raises  Kane 
Going  to  Town! 

Orson  be  praised,  even  Welles  hasn't 
wangled  Joseph  Gotten  into  taking  him- 
self seriously,  even  though  he  triumphed 
in  his  very  first  important  picture  role 

By 

Charles  Darnton  >* 


IT  WAS  no  entrance  for  an  actor.  He  stuck  his  tawny 
head  in  at  the  back  door,  for  all  the  world  like  the 
man  off  the  vegetable  cart,  then  followed  through  with 
the  rest  of  his  six  feet  clad  alliteratively  in  singlet,  slacks 
and  sneakers.  All  this  was  agreeably  surprising,  since 
in  my  chump  way  I  had  come  prepared  for  a  possible 
we-of-the-Mercury-Theater  approach  that  threatened  to 
be  a  bit  on  the  stuffy  side. 

Perish  the  thought.  Joseph  Cotten  was  as  free-and-easy 
to  meet  as  Major,  his  Scotty,  and  almost  as  waggish. 
To  tell  the  whole  truth,  my  first  impression  was  that  of 
a  boy  and  his  dog,  a  biggish,  well-built,  handsome  lad, 
to  be  sure,  yet  one  with  an  unmistakably  infectious  boy- 
ish quality.  His  blue  eyes  smiled  and  a  laugh  wasn't 
long  in  coming  from  the  midriff.  Orson  be  praised,  even 
Welles  hadn't  wangled  him  into  taking  himself  seriously ! 


After  his  hit  in  "Citizen  Kane,"  Cotten 
won  coveted  lead  in  "Lydia,"  Korda's 
new  picture.  Scenes  at  right  show  him 
with  Edna  May  Oliver,  a  gay  twinkle 
in    her   eye,    and    star    Merle  Oberon. 


Yet  here,  if  you  please,  was  one  actor 
who  hadn't  had  to  wait  to  wake  up 
and  find  himself  famous.  Even  before 
the  evening  shadows  had  fallen  on  the 
avocado  salad  of  its  collective  dinner- 
table,  all  Hollywood  had  his  name  on 
its  tongue,  thanks  to  an  afternoon 
press  showing  of  "Citizen  Kane"  and 
his  straightforward,  compelling  and  in- 
gratiating performance  of  a  dramatic 
critic  who,  not  without  actual  prece- 
dent, had  been  driven  to  drink  by  bad 
acting.  Out  of  "Citizen  Kane"  had 
come,  unheralded  and  unknown,  an 
able  and  inevitably  important  Holly- 
wood citizen. 

That  was  indubitably  that,  though 
by  no  means  all  of  it.  Since  that  day. 
eventful  for  its  violation  of  all  the  ac- 
cepted rules  governing  a  Hollywood 
newcomer.  Citizen  Cotten  had  raised 
Kane  by  going  to  town  with  such  tra- 
dition-breaking speed  that  you  couldn't 
see  him  for  gold-dust.  He'd  hardly  had 
time  to  get  his  second  wind  when  Alex- 
ander Korda  rushed  him  into  "Lydia" 
opposite  Merle  Oberon,  and  now  here 
he  was  a  star  before  you  could  say 
Canopus.  As  if  that  weren't  enough, 
four  more  pictures  already  were  lined 
up  for  him,  a  year's  work  in  any  man's 
language.  Meanwhile,  he  was  having  a 
brief  rest  in  the  house  he  had  taken 
near  the  Riviera  Country  Club,  where 
hard-working  (Please  turn  to  page  68) 


34 


Vibrant  Youth,  person- 
ified by  la  belle  Turner, 
can  always  be  counted 
on  to  cheer  up  the  rest 
of  the  world.  Lana 
laughs  because,  after 
her  demure  role  with 
Spencer  Tracy  in  "  Dr. 
JekyllandMr.Hyde"- 
see  following  page*- 
she  steps  into  the  color- 
ful co-starring  spot  with 
Gable  in"Honky-fonk" 


A  HERO 
AT  LAST! 


After  years  of  screen  villainy,  virile  Bruce 
Cabot  will  finally  emerge  as  a  movie  lover 
in  Walter  Wanger's  "Sundown,"  in  which 
he  gives  Gene  Tierney  more  than  one  of 
those  smouldering  looks  as  pictured  here 


Xe4  Scott 


DKJKAM 


Only,  a  Hollywood 
desert  "location"  could 
offer  such  a  siren  of 
the  sands  as  Gene  Tier- 
ney,  who  plays  a  fiery 
role  aided  by  such 
tasty  touches  as  cos- 
tume jewelry  and  bare 
midriff.  We're  looking 
forward  to  "Sundown" 


Betty  Grable  isn't  in 
"Chatley's  Aunt"  but 
her  gams  are  as  glam- 
orous as  Jack's  are 
humorous,  so  the 
smart  publicity  boys 
at  20th  Century-Fox 
arranged  this  gag  pic- 
ture. Below,  Benny  in 
hilarious  moment 
with  Kay  Francis,  who 
plays  the  real  Aunt 
from  Brazil  whom 
Jack  impersonates. 
Facing  page,  smoke 
gets  in  Benny's  eyes 
as  he  contemplates 
pretty  Anne  Baxter, 
as  one  of  the  curies  in 
the  cast.  Other  scenes 
give  you  some  idea  of  | 
the  comic  possibilities 
of  the  ludicrous  plot. 


yoo-Hoo  / 


at 


JUST 
JACK  BENNY 


J 


Funniest  film  of  the  new  season  is  "Char- 
ley's Aunt,"  from  the  perennial  stage 
play,  with  Jack  Benny  masquerading  as 
the  dear  old  lady  from  Brazil,  surrounded 
by  pretty  girls  and  uproarious  gags 


HOLLYWOOD 

Newest  Red-Head 


And  Dorothy  Commingore  has  green 
^  eyes  to  go  with  the  gorgeous  hair  mak- 

ing us  wish  this  sensational  young  actress 
of  "Citizen  Kane"  could  be  photographed 
in  Technicolor,  considering  how  it  has 
enhanced  Greer  Garson's  appeal.  Be 
sure  to  watch  for  Miss  Commingore  in 
"Valley  of  the  Sun,"  soon  to  be  produced 


Here's  A  Man 


Name,  James  Craig.  First  hit,  "Kitty 
Foyle."  Second  big  part  in  "Here  Is  A 
Man,"  in  which  he  plays  Anne  Shirley's 
husband  who  is  nevertheless  susceptible 
to  the  charms  of  Simon  Simone  (left). 


1.  Bachrach. 
iO-Radio 


Welbourne, 
Warner  Bros. 


Sometime  ago  we  invited  you  to  keep  your  eye 
on  a  lissome  young  newcomer  named  Alexis 
Smith.  For  proof  that  we  can  pick  'em,  see  "Dive 
Bomber,"  in  which  the  lady  named  Alexis  plays 
the  one  and  only  woman's  role  in  this  air  epic 
with  Fred  MacMurray  and  Enrol  Flynn.  "They 
say"  she'll  wow  us  as  did  Veronica  Lake  in  "I 
Wanted  Wings."  Wait  and  see,  is  all  we  ask 


Fugitive  from  those  creampuff  comedies  in  which 
he  has  been  cast  once  too  often,  MacMurray  wel- 
comes his  timely  assignment  in  "Dive  Bomber," 
in  which  he  can  play  an  intrepid  pilot  conquering 
the  clouds  as  a  change  from  making  love  to  Made- 
leine Carroll,  pleasant  though  the  latter  job  may 
be.  He  has  to  fight  Errol  Flynn  for  first  honors 
may  the  better  man  win.  We  of  course  are  neutral 


RODEO  ROMEO 


Cowboy  1941  style  is  Ray  Middleton,  who  in  "Hurri- 
cane Smith"  varies  the  Gene  Autry-Roy  Rogers 
formula  by  failing  to  sing — not  because  he  can't,  for 
he  has  a  fine  voice;  but  because  he  is  too  busy  ridin' 
and  ropin'  and  making  love  to  charming  Jane  Wyatt. 


This  very  modern  young 
woman  can  exchange  her 
soignee  personality  for  the 
brisk  and  breery  moods  and 
manners  of  a  frontier  gal  of 
the  Old  West,  as  Claire  per- 
forms so  expertly  in  the  new- 
super- Western,  "Texas,"  with 


Pet  Picture  Winners! 


The  first  prize  Pet  Pic- 
ture winner  and  run- 
ner-ups, won  by  a 
photo  finish!  Oppo- 
site, Morgan  Dennis' 
drawing  of  Clark 
Gable  and  his  pet 
awaits  a  winner  in  this, 
third  contest  of  series. 

$5.00  PRIZE 
WINNERS 
(left  and  below) 
Jane    Elwyn    of  San 
Francisco,  California, 
submitted  these  amaz- 
ing Pet  Pictures  of  Sim- 
ba,  African  lion,  and 
doggy   foster  mother. 


FIRST  PRIZE 
WINNER  (above) 

Christa  Wehlau  of  East 
Orange,  N.  J.,  wins  the 
original  Morgan  Den- 
nis drawing  of  Mickey 
Rooney  published  in 
our    August  issue. 

$5.00  PRIZE  (right) 

Fern  B.  Winner  of  East 
Rochester,  New  York, 
captures  a  prize  with 
her  wistful-eyed  entry. 


Jump  on  the  Pet  Picture 
bandwagon!  Compete  for 
first  prize,  Morgan  Den- 
nis' original  drawing  on 
facing  page.  Winning  pic- 
ture will  be  published  in 
an  early  issue,  and  we 
will  pay  $5.00  for  each 
additional   print  used. 


$5.00  PRIZE  WINNER  (below) 

Bill  Allen  of  Chautauqua  Park,  Colo- 
rado, calls  his  prize  entry,  "Secrets." 


RULES:  1,  All  Pet  Pictures  will  be  given  equal  consideration,  whether  of 
dogs,  cats,  etc.;  2,  Contest  closes  midnight,  September  2, 1941;  3,  In  the  event 
of  a  tie,  prizes  of  equal  value  will  be  given  to  each  tying  contestant; 
4,  Enclose  coupon  with  your  entry  and  address  to  New  Pet  Picture  Con- 
test, Screenland  Magazine,  45  West  45th  Street,  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 


I  am  entering  Screenland  New  Pet  Picture  Contest, 
with  my  entry  enclosed  herewith. 

NAME   

STREET  ADDRESS  

CITY  STATE  


Fresh  new  slant  on  a  fine 
old  favorite — or,  Ronald's 
revenge  on  those  inter- 
viewers who  have  always 
branded  him  as  "stuffy" 


Distinguished  veteran,  Colman  can't 
miss — his  every  film  is  a  hit.  Below, 
the  star  with  the  director  and  leading 
woman  of  his  new  film,  "My  Life  With 
Caroline,"   a  sophisticated  comedy. 


By 
Fredda 
Dudley 


COLMAN' 

UUL  III  ft  II  ■ 


NOW  there's  a  fascinating  thing  about  Ronald  Col- 
man. You  emerge  onto  the  set  after  having 
maneuvered  your  way  past  several  red  lights  and 
a  pair  of  dog  winches,  and  you  note  a  dapper  greying 
man  seated  quietly  in  a  canvas  chair  studying  a  script. 
You  think-,  Hmm — looks  like  a  bond  salesman  who  was 
clever  enough  to  get  out  of  the  business  in  September, 
1929,  and  has  never  fully  recovered  from  the  astonish- 
ment occasioned  by  such  luck.  He  has  a  look  of  mingled 
success  and  surprise  at  that  success. 

You  and  your  escort  approach  and  Mr.  Colman  leaps 
to  his  feet  to  be  introduced.  His  eyes  kindle,  his  face 
wreathes  in  a  smile  charming  enough  to  warm  the  de- 
grees right  out  of  a  glacier,  and  he  becomes — abruptly — 
one  of  the  most  colorful  personalities  in  pictures.  When 
you  confess  about  the  bondsalesman-business,  he 
chuckles.  "Perhaps  that's  because,  when  I  was  nineteen, 
I  went  to  work  as  a  junior  accountant.  I've  never  felt 
so  triumphant  since,  upon  getting  a  job  of  work  to  do, 
as  I  did  when  I  wrote  to  my  mother,  telling  her  that  I 
was  earning  what  amounted,  in  American  money,  to 
fifty  dollars  a  month,"  he  says.  "The  war  broke  out 
before  I  had  a  fair  start  in  accountancy,  but,  even  so, 


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that  experience  may  be  responsible  for  my — er — solem- 
nity." He  smiled  when  he  said  that. 

Solemnity  he  has  only  in  repose.  When  he  is  talking 
or  listening,  he  is  a  study  in  animation.  He  lifts  one  eve- 
brow  ;  he  waves  his  left  hand ;  he  crosses  and  uncrosses 
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■TOM.  DICK  AND  HARRY' 


•MANPOWER" 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
ENCHANTING 

APPEAL:  To  the  young  in  heart-or  if 
you  aren't,  this  light  fantastic  comedy 
will  make  you  feel  that  way. 
PLOT:  "Hello  girl"  with  three  suitors 
accepts  all  three  proposals-and  then 
dreams  up  the  married  life  she  d  have 
with  each  of  'em.  You're  kept  guessmg 
as  to   her   eventual   choice   since  you 
know  she  must  make  up  her  mind 
time.  But  our  bet  is  you  II   guess  the 
right  guy. 

PRODUCTION:  Keynote,  Youth!  Direc- 
torial  wizard    Garson    Kanin     ,ust  28, 
keepS  it  authentically  romantic  yet  al- 
ways casual-you  know  he  understands 
these  characters,  they're  rea 
him,  and  he  makes  them  so  to  us  in  the 
audience.   Kanin's  last   picture  before 
be  ng  inducted  into  Uncle  Sam's  Army 
•s  a  great  credit  to  him  and  fun  for  us. 
ACTING:  It's  Ginger  Rogers,  America's 
white    collar    sweetheart,    being  gay 
:9ain   after  "Kitty   Foyle"-she  s  per 
and  provocative,  she  looks  charming  m 
L    "dream"    sequences,    she  always 
sparkles.  Next  most  persuasive .  perform- 
aPnce  is  by  Burgess   Meredit     as  he 
carefree  love,  George ,  Murph    a,  he 
go-getter,   Alan    Marshal   as   the  nch 
beau  are  fine,  too. 


LADY  BE  GOOD' 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
ROWDY 

APPEAL-  Like  'em  rough  and  tough? 
Then  tu'"  90  ♦<>  and  for  this  film  w.th 
Is  fast  action  and  racy  dialogue. 

,       r  Edward  G.  Robin- 
PLOT:  E.C.P.J..  »'  Ed-;       .„.„  „ 

"n  °"  ::r-i ...  ». 

by    marrying  tdaie 
GVeorge.  Trouble,  trouble,  trouble. 

PRODUCTION:   Realistic  direction  of 
i  W  Vh   keeps  stars  and  scenes 

RO0Ul      t     powe  ful  pace,  with  plenty 

moving  at  a  power™  p 

of  drama  when  Robinson  fights  Ro« 
a  power  tower,  of  all  places,  and  one 
°/Z:  fa-Is  fo  his  death  and  the  .  he 

because  you  II  have  to 
to  find  out  which  man  wins;  it  s  wort 
your  effort. 

ac™g,  :rt; 

the  filming  ot  the  P  + 

Don't  you  know? 

Warner  Bros. 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
MUSICAL 

APPEAL:  For  those  Ann  Sothern  fans 

1  have  been  waiting 

Malsle  move  on  to  more  important 

and  pretentious  pictures. 

PLOT:  Probably  too  much,  -hat  with 
he  marital  difficulties  of  hero  and  hero- 
ne  who  keep  popping  in  and  out  of 
t"he  divorce  courts  untiHhey're  d«*  o 
say  nothing  of  the  audience.  It  s  o  re 
lief  when  said  plot  is  held  up  by  as- 
sorted songs  and  dances,  and  much 
more  fun. 

PRODUCTION:  Top-heavy,  too  much 
of  everything,   making  the  fin,  seem 
overlong  Lacks  the  "light  touch  essen- 
Z Ho  musical  movie,  Best  sequences 
're    Ann    Sothern's    singing,  Eleanor 
ap  ewe,^  number  with  a  clever  dancing 
canine,  a  brief  bit  of  dead-pan 
edy  singer  Virginia  O'Brien,  and  far  too 
Tittle  of  talented  Red  Skelton,  from  the 
stage. 

ACTING:  It  is  a  bit  of  a  triumph  ^ for 
Ann  ex-Ma/s/e  Sothern,  and  could  have 
been  terrific  if  her  material  had  been 
livelier.  As  it  is,  the  piquant  Sothern 
personality  will  win  you  and  youllwant 
fo  hear  more  of  her  warbling.  Robert 
Young  as  her  composer-husband  has  a 
routine  role  which  he  p  ays  that  way 
Handsome  John   Carroll   has  his  b,g 
chance  and  clicks. 
M-G-M 


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"HOLD  BACK  THE  DAWN"       —  ~  CAROL|NE.. 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
FINE 

APPEAL:  To  every  filmgoer  fed  up  with 
the  formula  films-here  is  that  rarity,  a 
really  unusual  motion  picture. 
PLOT:  Concerning  the  hopeful  foreign-  ■ 
ers   of   various    nationalities  awa.t.ng 
their  visas  to  enter  the  U.  S.  from  Mex- 
1co_their    dreams    of    freedom  tneir 
fears,  their  disappointments— and  the 
adventures    of    one    in    particular,  ,n- 
volving   hasty    marriage    to    a  young 
American  girl. 

PRODUCTION:  It's  Mitchell  Leisen, 
meaning  a  high  degree  of  excellence 
in  every  department,  a  fine  sensitivity 
and  rare  imagination.  Leisen  has  some- 
how escaped  the  Hollywood  curse  o 
"typing"  which  attacks  directors  as  well 
as  stars.  By  far  the  most  versatile  of  top 
directors,  here  he  has  opportunity  to 
reveal  his  deep  understanding  of  char- 
acter. 

ACTING:  It  is  the  Charles  Boyer  of 
"Algiers"  rather  than  of  recent  stereo- 
typed films  whom  you'll  see  here,  the 
fine  actor  as  well  as  the  smouldering 
lover,  in  a  role  only  Boyer  could  play: 
a  cad  with  no  code  of  honor  until  he 
is  shamed  into  decency  by  the  girl  he 
has  tricked  into  marriage.  Olivia  de 
Havilland  is  exquisite  as  the  trusting 
girl. 

Paramount 


■THE  BRIDE  CAME  C.O.D." 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
FROTHY 

APPEAL:  Of  course  you  Ronald  Colman 
fans  will  need  no  urging  to  catch  this 
one,  but  better  be  warned— this  is 
rather  thin  Colman. 
PLOT-  So  slight  as  to  be  practically 
non-existent,  but  for  all  its  flimsiness  it 
will  amuse  the  ladies,  concerned  as  it 
is  with  Caimans  gallant  rescues  of  his 
flighty  wife  from  one  romantic  entan- 
glement after  another-the  husbands  m 
the  audience  will  not  be  so  amused, 
perhaps. 

PRODUCTION:  Deft  direction  of  Lewis 
Milestone  saves  this  from  being  as  in- 
nocuous as  the  plot  would  indicate,  al- 
though too  much  dialogue  swamps  the 
action,  if  any,  and  even  skilled  handling 
can't  conceal  the  fact  that  the  amorous 
adventures  of  a  pampered  wife  are 
hardly  of  world-shaking  import.  For  fans 
of  rather  "precious"  drawing-room 
stuff,  it  qualifies. 

ACTING:  Only  Ronald  Colman  could 
moke  the  utterly  incredible  character 
of  the  long-suffering  husband  not  amy 
bearable,  but  actually  persuasive.  Its 
possible    that   the    Colman    charm  is 
sliqhtiy  overworked  for  the  first  time, 
but  blame  the  picture  for  that.  Anna 
Lee  probably  couldn't  be  anything  but 
silly  and  coy  and  vapid  as  the  giaay 
wife — or  could  she? 
JtKO-Radio 


ONE-WORD  GUIDE: 
SURPRISE 

APPEAL:  If  you're  after  something  dif- 
ferent and  decidedly  wacky,  this  is 
it:  tragedienne  Davis  manhandled  by 
tough-guy  Cagney. 

PLOT-  Revolving  around  Bette  Davis,  in 
role  of  spoiled  rich  girl,  "kidnapped 
by  pilot  Cagney  and  dumped  into  a 
desert  ghost  town  to  prevent  her  mar- 
riage to  Jack  Carson— ensuing  chases 
and  rescue  have  Bette  bumped  by  a 
cactus  and  muddied  up  in  a  mine  and 
kissed  by  Cagney. 

PRODUCTION:    Wild    airplane  ride 
hide  and  seek  in  a  ghost  town,  in  and 
out  of  abandoned  mines— what  more 
could  director  Keighley  do  with  mate- 
rial like  that?   Weil,   he   might  have 
handled  it  with  more  humor  and  less 
slapstick,    or   he    just    might   have  in- 
spired his  famous  stars  to  more  spon- 
taneity and  enthusiasm.  As  it  is,  botn 
Davis  and  Cagney  seem  grimly  deter- 
mined  to   be   good   sports   about  the 
whole  thing.  They  are. 

ACTING:  What  seemed  like  a  show- 
manly  idea  at  the  time,  teaming  the 
First   Actress   and    Kid   Cagney   in  a 
rough  and  tumble  farce,  bringing  them 
down  to  earth,  especially  Bette,  with  a 
thud,   turns   out   to    be   not   quite  so 
smart,    but   a   terrific   waste   of  high- 
powered  talent.  It's  still  a  good  idea, 
but  the  stars  deserve  a  better  story 
next  time. 
.Warner  Bros. 


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All  Your  Love 


and  Beauty 


A  message  for  young  mothers, 
inspired  by  Maureen  O'Sullivan 


By 

Courtenay  Marvin 


SHARING  your  loveliness  with  one  is 
heaven.  Sharing  it  with  two  is  heaven- 
plus.  So  I  gathered  from  Maureen 
O'Sullivan  over  a  long  luncheon  during 
which  we  talked  more  than  lunched.  Up 
to  1936,  there  was  only  Maureen.  And 
then  there  was  Maureen's  husband,  John 
Farrow,  writer  and  director,  and  then  there 
was  sunny-haired  Michael,  now  about  two, 
so  any  reader  can  understand  why  we 
talked.  Beauty,  the  beauty  one  lavishes  on 
oneself,  had  been  my  theme  in  mind  when 
I  went  to  meet  Maureen.  When  I  came 
away,  it  had  changed  to  the  beauty  one 
may  lavish  on  others,  though  I  know  Mau- 
reen hadn't  thought  of  it  that  way. 

Maureen,  as  her  name  will  tell  you,  is 
Irish.  She  came  to  this  country  in  1929, 
and  has  dozens  of  pictures  to  her  credit. 
Her  next  is  another  "Tarzan"  movie.  She 
is  beautiful  in  an  unmistakably  Irish  way. 
Her  aquamarine  eyes  are  very  wide,  and 
you  know  they  can  cry  as  easily  as  they 
can  laugh.  It  had  been  a  long  time  since 
I  had  seen  a  truly  wild  rose  skin,  but 
Maureen  has  just  that.  Her  hair,  however, 
annoyed  her.  The  day  before,  she  told  me, 
she  had  had  a  beautiful  pompadour  coiffure. 
But  that  morning  presented  a  problem — ■ 
how  to  get  it  back  again.  Impetuously, 
she  had  combed  out  her  hair,  arranged  it 


Maureen  O'Sullivan  with  a  new 
hair-do,  copied  from  one  cre- 
ated by  the  Duchess  of  Wind- 
sor. Right,  home,  sweet  home, 
with  the  star's  husband,  Lt. 
John  Farrow,  while  on  leave 
from  the  Royal  Navy,  and 
young  son  Michael  enjoying  it 
in  typical  "small  fry"  manner. 


as  best  she  could,  and  very  nice  I  thought 
it.  But  she  didn't,  in  spite  of  the  smart 
sky-blue  calot  with  veil  that  matched  her 
sky-blue  tweed  coat  worn  over  a  similar 
print  frock.  Just  to  prove  the  spirit  of  the 
Irish,  we  publish  a  very  new  picture  of 
Maureen  with  a  coiffure  copied  from  one 
created  by  the  Duchess  of  Windsor.  This 
one  is  easy  to  manage. 

Maureen  O'Sullivan  has  that  enviable 
ever-young  type  of  figure.  She  is  fairly 
tall  and  willowy.  The  advent  of  her  son 
presented  no  later  figure  problems.  And 
that  leads  up  to  a  question  more  in  the 
minds  of  young  women  today  than  in  many 
a  year,  because  marriage  and  birth  are 
inclining  sharply  upward.  Does  having  a 
baby  spoil  a  figure?  It  didn't  spoil  Mau- 
reen's, and  it  didn't  spoil  Joan  Blondell's 
and  dozens  of  other  stars'.  It  didn't  with 
any  of  my  friends,  and  I  know  three  cases 
of  surprising  improvement.  One  lost  a  sway 
back ;  one  flattened  out  a  too  prominent 
derriere,  and  one  slimmed  down  from  a 
hippy  fourteen  to  a  perfect  twelve !  They 
don't  know  how  it  happened,  and  neither 
do  I. 


Your  doctor  will  prescribe  diet  and  ex- 
ercise when  your  baby  is  coming.  If  ever 
one  needed  to  heed  this  advice  to  the  letter, 
it  is  at  this  time.  Doubtless,  a  corset,  not 
a  girdle,  and  a  brassiere  will  be  prescribed 
for  you,  too.  Forget  your  personal  whims 
and  fancies.  Do  as  you  are  told,  and  later 
you  will  thank  your  lucky  stars  that  you 
did.  At  this  time,  skin  often  looks  sallow 
and  seems  too  relaxed,  sometimes  resulting 
in  unnatural  oiliness.  A  simple  aid  is  more 
thorough  and  more  frequent  use  of  your 
favorite  cream  and  soap  and  water.  Those 
quick-acting  masks  are  helpful,  too,  when 
you  want  to  look  your  best  for  a  sudden 
occasion.  They  have  a  pleasant  toning-up 
action.  Then,  there  are  those  special  cleans- 
ers, like  the  beauty  grains  with  which  to 
wash  your  face.  Hair,  too,  sometimes  loses 
its  lustre  and  seems  lifeless.  The  brush  is 
your  good  friend,  now,  plus  the  use  of  a 
cleansing  lotion  between  shampoos.  All 
these  annoyances  are  but  temporary,  and 
you  will  soon  be  beautiful  again.  Meantime, 
do  what  you  can  to  look  your  best. 

After  the  baby  comes,  exercise  is  won- 
derful for  getting  back  into  perfect  shape. 


54 


Never,  however,  begin  any  exercise  with- 
jcut  first  consulting  your  doctor.  Remem- 
ber, the  muscles  of  your  body  have  been 
stretched  and  relaxed,  and  what  you  need 
lare  exercises  to  make  them  tight  again. 
.Authorities  tell  us  that  you  can  even  begin 
I  mild  exercising  after  the  first  week  while 
tyou  are  still  recuperating  in  bed.  I  can 
send  you  the  name  of  a  helpful  book  that 
will  tell  you  exactly  what  to  do,  how  to 
do  it,  and  why.  In  every  case,  of  course, 
you  get  your  doctor's  permission  first. 

Since  you  must  remain  in  bed  for  a 
length  of  time,  why  not  make  this  period 
:a  kind  of  Return  to  Beauty?  Time  will 
If  ass  more  quickly  and  you  will  be  so 
!glad  when  you  are.  home  and  about  again. 
When  you  get  to  the  sitting-up  stage,  you 
!can  take  hours,  if  you  want,  for  a  manicure. 
|Arid  maybe  some  good  friend  will  give  you 
'cne  of  those  perfectly  complete  and  com- 
pact manicure  kits  with  which  to  amuse 
iyourself.  And  if  your  skin  seems  dry.  and 
[this  sometimes  occurs  after  an  anesthetic, 
apply  a  softening  cream  before  you  slumber. 
AVhen  you  are  sitting  up  and  feel  strong 
'enough,  you  can  brush  and  brush  your 
hair,  and  you  can  put  a  ribbon  in  it.  You 
jean  wear  your  best  bed  jacket  for  visitors, 
spray  a  heaven-sent  eau  de  Cologne  over 
arms  and  neck,  and  have  your  wearied, 
irushing-about  friends  envy  you.  In  fact, 
jyou  can,  if  you  have  the  spirit,  make  the 
days  of  recuperating  a  kind  of  picnic. 

Motherhood,  and  certainly  your  first  ex- 
perience, is  a  challenge  to  your  gallant 
spirit.  Everybody  bogs  down  at  times ;  you 
think  you  look  awful;  }-ou  feel  worse,  yet 
.nothing  is  really  wrong.  Whether  or  not 
jmen  admit  it,  they  admire  spirit  and 
courage  extravagantly.  Of  course,  you  want 
(to  complain,  and  there  is  reason  for  it. 
But  don't !  Not  any  more  than  you  can 
ihelp.  Maureen  says  that  she  can't  imagine 
i?.  woman  being  bored  so  long  as  she  has 
those  about  her  to  love  and  a  home  of 
iher  own.  Maureen  likes  needle  work  and 
I  flowers  and  gardening  and  arranging  and 
keeping  a  home.  And  these  arc  the  things 
we  love — certainly,  most  of  us.  Nothing 
i quite  replaces  their  lack.  Some  of  these, 
'and  some  career,  and  someone  to  love  and 
be  lovely  for !  That's  not  wishing  for  the 
stars.  It's  quite  the  order  of  this  day  and 
£ge.  And  Maureen  O'Sullivan  charmingly 
represents  all  these  and  Hollywood,  too ! 


A  truly  "model"  girl  of  Hollywood — Joan 
Blondell,  with  husband,  Dick  Powell.  Per- 
haps you  remember  her  in  "Model  Wife."  She 
is  just  that;  has  two  children,  a  son  of 
seven,  a  daughter  of  two,  plus  a  model  figure. 


Yours  for  Loveliness 

Our  October  beauty  horn  of  plent)  yields  a 
ricb  barvest  in  eolor  and  lilting  fragrance 


IT  IS 


'  best  thoughts  of  the  moment  in  this  direc- 
tion is  that  box  of  Woodbury's  Matched 
Make-Up,  tumbling  out  of  our  horn  of  plenty. 
It  contains  a  generous  quantity  of  face 
powder,  a  full  size  lipstick  and  a  compact  of 
dry  rouge.  The  tones  have  been  perfectly 
coordinated  in  prevailing  skin  types,  and  the 
whole  is  most  enticingly  priced.  The  contain- 
ers are  done  in  a  heavenly  blue,  making  the 
lipstick  and  rouge  smart  accents  in  your  bag. 


IP  YOU  like  hobnail  accessories  for  dressing-table  or 
'  bathroom,  then  I  think  you  might  be  tempted  to  buy 
the  Wrisley  Hobnail  Cologne  bottle  alone,  if  you  could 
find  it.  When  you  can  get  the  bottle  filled  with  a  dis- 
tillation like  wistaria,  though  there  are  four  other  floral 
odeurs,  I  say  you  are  a  lucky  girl.  The  bottle  truly 
looks  like  a  rare  old  piece  of  Americana,  and  the 
contents  has  a  full,  rich  and  true  fragrance,  that  gives 
a  cologne  a  perfume  lasting  quality.  Matching  Hobnail 
Bath  Crystals  and  Hobnail  Dusting  Powder  come  in 
similar  authentically  reproduced  jars,  very  charming. 

YOU  want  a  number  of  lipsticks,  and  you  can  hardly 
get  by  with  less  than  three,  if  you  consider  lipstick, 
as  you  properly  should,  an  accent  both  to  skin  and 
costume.  And  so  I  remind  you  of  my  little  loves,  the 
Cashmere  Bouquet  Lipsticks.  I've  always  thought  they 
were  like'  velvet  on  the  lips  and  always  admired  the 
lovely  tones,  but  three  new  shades  come  along.  Deep 
Red,  Dark  and  Light.  These  new  tones  have  caught 
the  latest  spirit  of  fashion  trends  and  have  also  re- 
tained full  regard  for  mouth  beauty.  A  whole  "ward- 
robe" of  these  lipsticks  can  be  yours  for  a  mere  song. 

SKYLARK,  a  complete  series  of  aids  to  loveliness, 
comes  skylarking  along,  just  when  gaiety  and  life 
and  freedom  seem  to  make  a  greater  appeal  to  human 
nature  than  ever.  We  sketched  the  Dusting  Powder 
and  Lilting  Fragrance  (eau  de  Cologne)  for  you,  but 
our  horn  wouldn't  hold  the  matching  perfume,  face 
powder,  talc,  bath  bubbles  and  soap.  That's  the  com- 
plete family.  When  you  inhale  that  first  whiff  of  Sky- 
lark, you  will  recognize  that  it  is  so  very  different, 
so  happily  lilting  and  lifting.  It  seems  made  for  those 
first  brilliant  skies  of  Autumn.  All  from  Barbara  Gould. 

DURA-GLOSS  needs  no  praise  from  this  department 
for  its  rich  lustre  and  enduring  qualities.  Every 
user  knows  about  these.  But  the  three  spicy  colors 
are  news,  geared  to  the  new  fashion  colors  we  shall 
wear  this  Autumn  and  Winter.  Red  Pepper.  Cinnamon 
and  Nutmeg  are  their  zippy  names,  and  each  is  de- 
signed with  your  wardrobe  in  mind.  With  gray,  gray- 
brown,  blues,  gold  and  blackberry.  Red  Pepper  is  your 
finger  color  foil.  Cinnamon  is  a  spicy  accent  to  beige, 
brown  and  green,  while  Nutmeg,  delicate  yet  colorful, 
is  for  all  colors  and  is  especially  lovely  with  wines. 

THE  shower  bathers  always  feel  neglected.  They  point 
to  the  bath  beauties  for  their  tubbing  sisters,  like 
salts,  and  bubbles  and  perfumes,  and  feel  they  should 
have  similar  consideration.  Bathasweet  has  something 
for  the  shower-ers.  Bathasweet  Shower  Mitts  of  plump 
terry-cloth  filled  with  powdered,  perfumed  Bathasweet 
Soap.  Cleanliness,  friction  and  perfume,  all  at  the  same 
time.  You  will  simply  love  them.  P.  S.  Tubbers  can 
also  use  them !  Brand  new.  too,  in  the  bubbles  family 
is  Bathasweet  Bubbles,  which  gives  a  cloud-blanket 
of  lasting  foam  in  Garden  Bouquet  and  Pine.  C.  M. 


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Cute  is  the  word  for  this:  A  nice 
reason  to  see  "  Ice-Capades." 


HERE  5 


HOLLYWOOD^ 


MADELEINE  CARROLL  is  burnt  to  a 
crisp  because  Hollywood  gossip  in- 
sists there  is  a  romance  between  her  and 
Stirling  Hayden.  But  since  their  return 
from  Nassau,  neither  has  been  seen  out 
in  public.  Madeleine  always  did  shun  the 
bright  lights.  But  when  a  pal  asked  Stir- 
ling to  double-date  with  one  of  the  most 
popular  young  starlets  in  town,  Stirling 
said  he  had  promised  his  studio  to  stay 
home  nights  ! 

EXACTLY  one  week  after  her  marriage 
to  Bill  Holden,  Brenda  Marshall  was 
shipped  off  to  Canada  to  play  opposite 
Jimmy  Cagney  and  Dennis  Morgan. 
Brenda  cried  all  the  way  over  to  the  air- 
port. When  they  said  goodbye  an  innocent 
bystander  must  have  thought  she  was  leav- 
ing for  darkest  Africa.  Bill  waited  until 
the  plane  flew  out  of  sight.  Then  he 
headed  for  the  nearest  inconspicuous  spot 
and  had  a  good  cry  for  himself  too ! 

SERVED  that  gossipy  columnist  right 
when  it  was  printed  that  Ronnie 
Reagan  and  Jane  Wyman  were  expecting 
another  baby.  "Sorry,"  read  a  telegram 
signed  by  Ronnie  and  Jane,  "but  you  must 
be  confusing  us  with  a  pair  of  rabbits." 

WHEN  ORSON  WELLES  moved  out 
of  the  house  across  the  street  from 
Shirley  Temple,  Zorina  moved  in.  One 
night  the  Temple  night  watchman  excited- 
ly called  Zorina's  house  and  reported  there 
was  a  man  prowling  around  in  her  garden. 
The  whole  household  joined  forces  and 
went  to  investigate.  It  was  Orson  Welles 
who  had  come  to  collect  a  pet  turtle 
he  had  forgotten  in  the  rush  of  moving  ! 
Scaring  people  is  no  novelty  to  Orson ! 


By 

Weston  East 


ANN  SOTHERN  and  the  hot  weather 
>  are  responsible  for  a  new  fad  in  Holly- 
wood. Rushing  to  the  studio  one  day,  to 
keep  cool  Ann  parted  her  hair  in  the  mid- 
dle, braided  each  side  and  tied  each  pigtail 
with  a  small  ribbon.  The  fad  swept  the 
town.  It  finally  reached  Ciro's  where  the 
gals  go  for  it  by  using  silver  and  gold 
lame  ribbon  for  evening  wear. 

iF  HE  wants  to  enjoy  good  health,  from 
now  on,  Franchot  Tone  will  have  to  lead 
a  much  more  conservative  life.  A  trans- 
fusion was  necessary  during  his  recent 
operation.  Franchot's  doctor  admits  that 
the  case  was  most  serious.  But  the  results 
will  be  perfect  if  Franchot  will  live  the 
way  he  used  to  live,  before  that  certain 
divine  discontent  overtook  him. 

THIS  TIME,  intimates  insist,  Errol 
Flynn  and  Lili  Damita  are  really  going 
through  with  those  divorce  proceedings. 
What's  more,  it's  whispered  that  Lili  will 
not  spare  Errol  when  it  comes  to  the  final 
reckoning.  Even  a  pending  divorce  action 
leaves  the  mighty  Flynn  with  little  or 
nothing  to  say  for  himself. 

BELOVED  James  Stephenson  realized  a 
last  wish.  For  certain  reasons  he  did 
not  want  to  play  the  role  of  the  doctor  in 
Warner  Bros.  "Kings  Row!"  Shortly  before 
his  death,  Jimmy  confided  to  a  friend  that 
he  wished  he  could  get  out  of  playing  the 
part.  He  was  to  have  started  playing  it 
a  few  days  after  he  died! 


yOU  can  take  Bob  Hope's  word  for  it 
that  he's  up  against  a  champion  scene 
stealer  in  the  person  of  Victor  Moore. 
Victor,  who  is  playing  his  original  stage 
role  in  the  movie  version  of  "Louisiana 
Purchase,"  can  do  more  with  a  toothpick 
in  a  scene,  than  most  actors  with  a  page 
of  dialogue.  Speaking  of  Victor  Moore, 
one  day  they  needed  him  and  couldn't  find 
him  any  place.  An  S.O.S.  went  out  and 
he  was  finally  located  feeding  bread 
crumbs  to  the  studio  goldfish. 

HONORS  for  nicest  guy  in  Hollywood 
go  to  Bob  Taylor.  When  the  front 
office  called  him  in  to  tell  him  how  pleased 
they  were  with  his  work  in  "No  More 
Ladies,"  an  executive  said,  "You've  come 
a  long  way,  Bob.  It  just  goes  to  prove 
that  hard  work  will  accomplish  miracles." 
"Yes,"  answered  Bob  simply.  "Hard 
work — and  being  married  to  Barbara 
Stanwyck."  That's  typical  Taylor. 

JOHN  FREDRICS,  male  milliner,  has 
J  designed  a  special  bracelet  for  Joan 
Crawford.  It  features  a  rolled  gold  band 
held  together  with  a  gold  facsimile  of  a 
woman's  lips.  It  has  been  appropriately 
named,  "I  kiss  your  hand  Madame." 

TRED  MACMURRAY  walked  into  his 
'  house  after  being  away  for  two  months 
in  Canada.  Just  as  he  hung  up  his  hat  the 
phone  rang.  Fred  answered  it.  It  was  the 
Mayor  of  Beaver  Dam  calling.  Fred"; 
home  town  was  having  a  celebration 
Would  he  come  on  and  be  guest  of  honor; 
Fred  didn't  have  the  heart  to  refuse.  Or 
went  his  hat  and  he  was  off  again  foi 
the  wide  open  spaces. 

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Almost  An  Angel 

Continued  from  page  29 


going  over  to  the  motionless  figure  on  the 
bed.  "I  leave  town  for  a  month  and  I  find 
you  in  bed.  Out  in  the  rain  without  your 
rubbers,  eh?" 

Old  Reynolds  stirred  and  his  eyes 
opened  slowly.  "Hello,  son,"  he  said  in  a 
faint,  far-away  voice  so  terribly  different 
from  that  old  strident  boom  of  his. 

"You're  looking  fine,  just  fine,"  the  boy 
went  on  in  that  desperate  casual  tone. 
"You'll  probably  be  out  of  here  in  a  week. 
Say,  the  fishing  in  Mexico,  there's  nothing 
like  it.  Youj  and  I  are  going  back  there." 

"I'll  never  leave  this  room  alive,"  the 
old  man  said  slowly,  his  smile  coming  as 
if  he  were  trying  to  soften  the  thing  he 
had  said.  For  a  moment  he  lay  there  ex- 
hausted. Then  he  looked  steadily  at  his 
son.  "Tell  me  about  her,"  he  demanded. 
"The  girl  you  fell  in  love  with." 

"Oh,"  the  boy  gulped.  He  didn't  want 
to  talk  about  Gloria  now.  His  father,  that 
was  all  that  mattered,  all  the  things  he 
never  had  told  him,  the  things  he  wished 
he  had.  There  was  so  much  to  say  and  so 
little  time  but  now,  urged  by  those  ques- 
tioning eyes,  he  told  all  there  was  to  tell. 
They'd  hit  it  off  right  away.  He  had  been 
ready  to  marry  her  the  first  week,  but  he 
wanted  his  father  to  meet  her  first. 

"Why  didn't  you  bring  her  here?  I  want 
to  see  her." 

"I  dropped  her  off  at  the  hotel," 
Jonathan  explained.  "We  brought  her 
mother  too.  I  figured  you'd  be  resting,  the 
excitement  and  all.  But  tomorrow,  first 
thing,  I'll—" 

"No.  Now  !"  Reynolds  demanded.  "Bring 
her  to  me.  If  I  can  just  see  her.  That's  all 
I'll  ask." 

"You're  going  to  get  better,  Dad," 
Jonathan  insisted.  But  all  the  conviction 
had  gone  out  of  his  voice.  He  was  frantic 
as  he  ran  down  the  stairs  and  hailed  -a 
taxi,  not  even  waiting  for  his  car. 

But  when  he  got  to  the  hotel,  Gloria's 
telephone  did  not  answer  and  there  was 
no  message  to  tell  where  she  might  have 
gone.  He  was  desperate  as  he  paced  the 
lobby,  so  desperate  he  didn't  even  notice 
the  little  hat  check  girl  in  the  trim,  black 
satin  uniform,  holding  out  her  hands  for 
his  coat. 

Anne  Terry  grinned.  She'd  seen  dis- 
tracted young  men  before.  A  stand-up, 
that  was  what  it  was,  and  the  girl  must 
be  a  honey  to  get  a  man  in  such  a  lather. 
He  seemed  to  fill  the  hotel  with  his  frenzy 
as  he  sent  bellboys  in  all  directions  from 
the  beauty  parlor  to  the  cocktail  bar  pag- 
ing her.  That  Gloria  Pennington,  whoever 
she  was,  was  certainly  a  lucky  girl.  For  he 
was  good-looking.  Nice  too,  Anne  decided 
as  she  went  into  the  little  cubby-hole  back 
of  the  check  room  and  changed  into  her 
street  clothes.  Imagine  having  dinner  with 
him  instead  of  gulping  it  down  alone  at 
the  corner  drug  store. 

Some  girls  had  all  the  luck  and  didn't 
know  enough  to  hang  on  to  it,  she  thought 
as  she  stopped  in  the  entrance  to  open  her 
umbrella.  Then  suddenly  she  saw  him 
again  and  he  was  looking  at  her  with  a 
curiously  speculative  look  in  his  eyes.  "I 
beg  your  pardon,"  he  said  hesitantly. 
"Would  you  do  me  a  tremendous  favor?" 
And  then  as  she  started  to  shake  her  head 
in  a  decisive  no,  he  went  on  desperately, 
"I'm  in  a  bad  spot  and  I  need  help.  I've 
got  to  bring  someone  home  right  away. 
Anyone !  I'll  pay  you  fifty  dollars.  I  know 
it  isn't  exactly  proper,  but  my  Father  is 
dying.  I'll  tell  you  about  it  later.  Please 
come." 


"But  I  work  here,"  Anne  protested. 
"I'm  only  off  for  an  hour  and  anyway — 

"I'll  have  you  back  by  that  time." 
Jonathan  took  her  arm  and  urged  her 
toward  a  waiting  taxi. 

Somehow  he  managed  to  tell  her  the 
story  and  her  eyes  were  soft  as  he  took 
her  arm  and  led  her  to  the  motionless 
figure  on  the  bed.  "Here  she  is,  Dad." 

Anne  blinked  back  her  tears  as  she 
smiled  down  on  the  old  man.  "Hello,"  she 
said,  and  she  smiled. 

"Raise  the  lamp,"  Reynolds  said  slowly. 
And  then  as  the  nurse  tilted  the  shade  so 
that  the  light  fell  directly  on  Anne's  face 
making  a  halo  of  her  honey-colored  hair 
and  showing  the  tender  curves  of  her  chin 
and  smile,  the  deep  blue  of  her  eyes,  his 
own  smile  answered  hers.  "Pretty,"  he 
whispered.  Then  he  lifted  his  hand  and 
motioned  her  closer.  "Sit  here,  child.  I — 
I  had  to  see  you,"  he  explained.  "Just  to 
make  sure  he  picked  the  right  one.  He 
has  very  poor_  taste  in  women  as  a  rule. 
But  not  this  time.  I'm  glad.  Make  him 
happy,  won't  you?  Make  him  deserve  you. 
You  see,  I  spoiled  him  and  you  probably 
will  too.  But  he's  a  good  boy,  so — so  keep 
your  eye  on  him  for  me,  won't  you?" 

Anne  nodded.  She  couldn't  talk.  She 
knew  it  was  silly  to  feel  this  way  about 
an  old  man  she'd  never  even  seen  before, 
as  if  he  meant  something  to  her,  something 
special.  And  he  must  have  felt  that  way 
about  her  too,  for  there  was  his  hand  hold- 
ing on  to  hers  as  if  he  never  wanted  to 
let  go  of  it  again. 

"We've  had  some  beautiful  women  in 
this  family,"  he  said,  and  the  old  vigorous 
pride  came  back  in  his  voice.  "You  should 
have  seen  his  mother.  You'll  fit  in  just 
fine."  He  looked  at  her  as  if  he  wanted  to 
hold  her  face  there  for  the  little  time  that 
was  left  to  him.  "My,  you're  pretty,"  he 
whispered.  Then  he  smiled  again  as  that 
low  sob  tore  its^way  out  of  Anne's  throat. 
"No,  please,  don't  feel  sorry  for  me.  I've 
lived  a  long  time  and  had  more  than  my 
share  of  the  good  things,  and  all  my  life 
I've  never  been  happier  than  I  am  now." 

Anne  managed  a  smile  as  Jonathan  took 
her  arm  and  led  her  out  of  the  room,  but 
when  the  butler  told  the  boy  Miss  Penn- 
ington was  on  the  phone  and  he  went  into 
the  library  to  answer  it,  she  couldn't  hold 
back  her  tears  any  longer.  "Hello,  Gloria," 
she  heard  him  say.  "Yes,  I  did.  My  father 
wanted  to  see  you.  No,  don't  bother  now. 
It's — it's  a  little  too  late." 

So  he  had  died  then,  Anne  thought, 
when  his  head  had  fallen  back  on  the 
pillow  and  the  doctor  had  motioned  they 
should  leave.  She  wanted  to  say  something 
when  Jonathan,  Jr.  came  back  to  her  but 
she  couldn't.  She  stared  at  the  bill  he  held 
out  to  her  and  for  a  moment  she  felt  as 
if  she  couldn't  take  it.  But  that  would  be 
silly.  The  money  meant  nothing  to  him  and 
it  meant  so  much  to  her.  It  meant  home, 
and  her  mother  and  father,  and  putting 
the  city  and  all  its  disappointments  behind 
her.   She  could  have  laughed  when  she 


"ALMOST  AN  ANGEL" 

A  Universal  Picture.  Produced  by 
Joe  Pasternak.  Directed  by  Henry 
Koster.  Photographed  by  Rudolph 
Mate. 

Anne  Terry   Deanna  Durbin 

Jonathan  Reynolds.  Charles  Laughton 
Jonathan  Reynolds,  Jr. 

Robert  Cummings 
Gloria  Pennington .Margaret  Tallichet 
The   Bishop  Guy  Kibbee 


58 


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PROTECT  TOE  MILS 


wm  mote 


~*  DIM-GLOSS 


There's  a  lyrical  loveliness  about  nails  that  wear  Dura-Gloss.  It  lends  them 
a  feminine  charm,  a  fascinating  brilliance  and  color  that  catch  a  man's  eye 
and  move  him  to  murmur  some  very  pretty  things.  Dura-Gloss  mates  your 
nails  look  like  bright  bits  of  confetti,  lighthearted  symbols  of  happy  things 
like  popping  corks,  quick  music  and  the  swish  of  dancing  feet.  And  no  other 
polish  can  match  Dura-Gloss  for  the  rich  warm  color,  the  amazing  luster  and 
life  it  gives  the  nails. 

THE    DIFFERENCE    between   NAIL  POLISHES 


Dura-Gloss  is  made  according  to  an  UN- 
PARALLELED SUPERIOR  FORMULA 
perfected  by  lacquer  experts  for  Dura-Gloss 
alone.  Thousands  of  women  have  switched 
to  Dura-Gloss  because  they've  found  it 
gives  their  nails  ASTOUNDING  LUSTER 
they  find  nowhere  else,  ENDURING 


BEAUTY,  looks  lovely  days  after  it's  put 
on,  SMART  NEW  SHADES  that  are  always 
CONSISTENT  AND  UNIFORM  —  buy  a 
bottle  of  your  favorite  shade  today,  buy 
another  six  months  from  now  the  shade  will 
be  identical.  Yet  all  these  exclusive  ad- 
vantages are  yours  for  just  one  small  dime! 


DURA-GLOSS 


\ 


at  beauty  counters 
everywhere 


Lorr  Laboratories, 
Paterson,  Xew  Jersey 
Founded  by  E.  T.  Reynolds 


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Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat  — 
his  wife  could  eat  no  lean.  So 
they  argued  until  the  neighbors 
complained.  Then  one  day  Jack 
brought  home  a  package  of 
Dentyne  (that  delicious  and 
pleasantly  chewy  gum  that 
helps  keep  teeth  bright). 

"What's  that?"  cried  Mrs.  Sprat. 

"A  treat  for  your  taste,"  said 
Jack.  "Just  you  taste  the  blended 
richness  of  Dentyne's  fine 
flavor." 

"Say  —  it's  good,"  cried  Mrs. 
Sprat,  "Dentyne  is  better  than 
dessert." 

"And  not  so  fattening  as  some 
desserts,"  said  Jack  slyly.  "Be- 
sides it  will  help  keep  your  teeth 
naturally  bright  and  sparkling. 
Here  don't  chew  all  six  sticks!" 

Sojack  and  Mrs.  Sprat  no  longer 
argue  —  they  both  enjoy  Den- 
tyne. 

(Moral:  You  can't  argue  about 
Dentyne's  fine  flavor.You  enjoy 
it  instead.  And  it  helps  keep 
your  teeth  bright  and  attrac- 
tive. Dentyne's  package  is  flat, 
handy,  and  flavortite.) 


6  INDIVIDUALLY  WRAPPED 
STICKS  IN  EVERY  PACKAGE 


HELPS  KEEP  TEETH  WHITE 


thought  of  all  the  things  she  had  dreamed 
about,  being  a  great  singer  and  the  way 
she'd  spent  every  penny  she  could  save  on 
singing  lessons  and  yet  instead  of  her  goal 
coming  nearer,  it  had  only  seemed  to  be 
pushed  farther  and  farther  away  until,  she 
knew  she  might  as  well  go  home  again  and 
sing  in  the  choir  as  to  spend  the  rest  of 
her  life  checking  hats  and  coats. 

"I — I  really  shouldn't  take  this,"  she 
faltered.  "But  it's  two  years  since  I've 
been  back  in  Ohio  and  now  I  can  take  the 
first  train  to  Shelbyville  in  the  morning." 

She  turned  then  and  almost  ran  down 
the  steps,  but  just  as  she  reached  the 
bottom,  one  of  the  reporters  from  across 
the  street  came  dashing  over  to  her. 

"Is  the  old  man,  is  Reynolds  dead?" 

For  a  moment  the  suddenness  of  the 
question  startled  her.  Then  she  nodded. 
"Yes.  I — I  think  so,  she  whispered. 

The  morning  papers  carried  the  grim 
headlines  of  Reynolds'  death,  but  the  old 
man  lying  in  the  huge  carved  bed  had 
never  felt  better  in  his  life.  It  was  amaz- 
ing how  hungry  he  felt.  "I  want  my  break- 
fast," he  said  as  his  son  and  the  doctor 
came  into  the  room. 

"Nurse !"  The  doctor's  voice  showed  his 
amazement  as  he  looked  at  his  patient. 
The  man  was  actually  sitting  up  in  bed 
and  his  voice  sounded  as  if  he  were  pre- 
siding over  a  board  meeting.  "I  want  you 
to  make  a  nice,  thin  slice  of  toast  and  put 
it  in  a  bowl  with  about  two  inches  of 
lukewarm  milk  and  bring  it  right  in." 

"You  feeding  the  cat  in  here?"  Reynolds 
demanded  belligerently.  "I  want  a  steak 
and  a  cigar  and  where's  Gloria?  I  want  to 
see  her.  Maybe  she'll  come  over  for  break- 
fast. I  like  her.  And  she  likes  me  too." 

"Now,  Father,"  Jonathan  began  placat- 
ingly.  "Don't  you  think  the  strain  of  hav- 
ing a  visitor — ?" 

"I  want  her  right  now !"  Reynolds  was 
beginning  to  get  into  one  of  his  old 
tempers.  "Go  and  get  her !" 

Jonathan  started  to  say  something,  but 
a  warning  glance  from  the  doctor  silenced 
him  and  he  walked  heavily  away.  Then  as 
he  reached  the  door  he  beckoned  furtively 
to  the  doctor.  "But  I  can't  get  her,"  he 
whispered  an  explanation  as  he  closed 
the  door.  "That  girl  isn't  Gloria.  You  see, 
she  wasn't  in  and  so  I  grabbed  the  first 
girl  I  could  find — " 

"You'd  better  bring  her  right  back,"  the 
doctor  ordered.  Then  he  blinked  as  he  saw 
the  flowers  banked  in  the  hall  downstairs, 
the  massive  sheafs  of  lilies  and  roses  and 
the  wreaths  with  their  funereal  inscrip- 
tions. "What  in  the  world  is  this?"  he  de- 
manded as  the  butler  opened  the  door  to 
admit  a  messenger  boy  arriving  with  a  pile 
of  telegrams. 

"They're  for  the  late  Mr.  Reynolds,  sir," 
the  butler  sighed. 

"We  been  swamped  ever  since  it  was  in 
the  paper  this  morning,"  the  messenger 
boy  added.  And  then  as  the  doctor  looked 
at  him  mystified,  "It  was  in  the  New  York 
Press.  Didn't  you  see  it?" 

"It's — it's  libel !"  the  doctor  sputtered  as 
Jonathan  beat  a  hasty  retreat  down  the 
steps.  "Mr.  Reynolds  feels  fine.  He  wants 
a  steak  and  a  girl." 

The  two  men  from  the  museum  ex- 
changed startled  and  disapproving  glances. 
"The  morning  before  Napoleon  went,"  one 
of  them  said,  "he  wanted  truffles." 

The  clock  over  the  station  showed 
Jonathan  he  had  one  minute  to  make  it 
and  he  broke  all  the  standing  records  for 
short  distance  sprinting  as  he  dashed 
through  the  crowd.  Then  just  when  he  had 
about  given  up  hope,  he  saw  her.  "Thank 
heaven,"  he  said,  taking  her  arm.  "We've 
got  to  get  right  out  of  here.  Hey,  porter," 
he  shouted  after  a  rapidly  disappearing 
red  cap.  "Get  me  the  lady's  bags." 

"No!"    Anne    pulled   away   from  him 


startled.  "I've  got  my  ticket  and  I've  quit 
my  job  and  I've  wired  home  and — " 

"We'll  send  another  wire."  Jonathan 
seized  the  bags  from  the  startled  porter. 
"We've  got  to  hurry.  I'm  sorry,  but  he's 
asking  for  you." 

But  it  wasn't  the  way  it  had  been  the 
evening  before.  For  old  Reynolds  was 
himself  now,  alert  and  questioning,  and  to 
make  matters  even  worse,  the  bishop  and 
his  secretary  had  stopped  in  for  what  they 
thought  was  a  death  bed  visit  and  instead 
found  themselves  discussing  plans  for  a 
wedding.  And  Reynolds  looked  almost 
fatuous  and  not  at  all  like  the  fierce  cap- 
tain of  industry  that  he  was  as  he  gave 
Anne  a  small  green  velvet  box.  "Open  it," 
he  nodded  encouragingly  and  then  as  Anne 
stared  down  in  amazement  at  the  diamond 
necklace,  "they  were  my  mother's,"  he  ex- 
plained. "Then  my  wife's.  Now  they're 
yours." 

"They're    beautiful,"    Anne  whispered. 

"You're  to  hand  them  down  to  your 
daughter,"  Reynolds  smiled.  "Or  to  your 
son's  wife." 

"May  I  take  them  out?"  Anne  asked  in 
that  same  awed  voice,  but  she  flushed  as 
she  saw  young  Jonathan  look  at  her.  For 
he  wasn't  smiling  or  happy  or  any  of  the 
things  you  might  expect  in  a  young  man 
whose  supposed  fiancee  had  just  been  so 
beautifully  accepted  as  one  of  the  family. 

"No,"  he  said  suddenly.  That  necklace, 
why,  he  had  already  told  Gloria  about  it 
and  it  belonged  to  her,  not  to  this  smiling 
girl,  who  for  all  the  cuddly  look  of  her 
and  her  winsomeness  and  her  candid  eyes, 
was  really  a  stranger.  He  didn't  know  a 
thing  about  her,  or  what  she  might  do,  and 
after  all,  his  father  had  given  her  the 
necklace  and  technically  it  wouldn't  even 
be  dishonest  of  her  to  keep  it.  Then  as  he 
saw  his  father's  amazement,  he  amended 
hastily,  "I'm — I'm  sure  we  have  all  seen 
it  and — "  He  got  up  horrified  as  he  saw 
the  bishop  preparing  to  leave  and  knew  he 
would  have  to  see  him  down  to  the  door 
and  so  he  couldn't  help  that  last  desperate 
admonition  to  his  father.  "Keep  your  eye 
on  her,  Dad,  won't  you?" 

"I've  married  a  lot  of  beautiful  women 
in  my  day,"  the  bishop  said  as  they  walked 
downstairs.  "Speaking  professionally,  of 
course.  But  I've  never  seen  a  bride  as 
lovely  as  she's  going  to  be.  I  certainly  con- 
gratulate you,  Junior." 

"Thank  you."  Jonathan  was  fumbling 
with  his  words  as  if  they  were  a  football. 
Then  he  reddened  as  the  butler  came  over 
to  him  and  said  his  fiancee  was  on  the 
wire.  "But  she's  upstairs !"  The  bishop 
looked  startled. 

"No,  that's  the  other  one,"  Jonathan 
said  without  thinking.  Then  when  he 
realized  what  he  had  said,  he  became 
flustered.  "The  one  upstairs  is  just  a  girl 
I  picked  up  and — " 

"My  boy,"  the  bishop  shook  his  head 
mournfully.  "This  kind  of  life  leads  only 
to  perdition." 

"But  it's  not  that  at  all,"  Jonathan 
floundered.  "I — you  see,  I  needed  a  girl 
and — " 

The  bishop  held  his  hand  up  protest- 
ingly.  "Your  father  was  the  same  way," 
he  said  reprovingly.  "Took  me  years  to 
straighten  him  out!" 

Jonathan  turned  away,  despairing  of 
ever  catching  up  with  his  old  normal, 
carefree  existence.  And  talking  to  Gloria 
only  made  things  worse.  She  was"  trying 
to  understand  when  he  told  her  the  situa- 
tion, but  after  all,  it  was  a  bit  difficult  and 
she  didn't  mind  saying  it.  When  he  hung- 
up he  knew  he'd  have  to  put  an  end  to  this 
absurd  situation.  But  when  he  told  Harvey 
what  he  was  going  to  do,  the  doctor  shook 
his  head.  "You're  going  to  do  no  such 
thing,"  he  ordered  sternly.  "Remember 
your  father's  still  a  very  sick  man !" 


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61 


"But  I'm  going  crazy!"  Jonathan  pro- 
tested. "The  bishop  thinks  I'm  playing 
around,  Gloria  is  furious,  and  that  girl  is 
upstairs  with  the  necklace." 

"It's  perfectly  all  right,"  Harvey  bridled 
in  a  way  which  showed  Jonathan  beyond 
any  doubt  at  all  that  the  girl  was  twining 
the  doctor  around  her  finger,  just  the  way 
she  had  old  Reynolds.  "It's  back  in  the 
safe  and  you're  not  going  up  there." 

Jonathan  started  to  say  something,  then 
stopped  as  his  father's  laugh  drifted  down 
to  him.  It  was  amazing  how  close  it  came 
to  being  that  old  remembered  boisterous 
boom.  If  the  girl  meant  that  much  to  him 
he'd  just  have  to  wait  until  she  got  his 
father  really  well  again. 

Anne  should  have  hung  out  her  own 
shingle,  that's  how  good  she  was.  Why,  she 
was  being  a  better  M.  D.  than  Harvey, 
simply  by  helping  old  Reynolds  disobey 
his  orders.  It  seemed  awful  to  her  that 
Reynolds  should  be  refused  a  cigar  when 
he  wanted  one  so  badly  and  so  she  sneaked 
down  to  the  library  and  got  one  out  of 
his  humidor.  "Remember,  only  ten  puffs," 
she  said,  looking  at  him  anxiously,  even 
though  he  did  seem  to  improve  right  after 
that  first  long,  luxurious  pull.  "That's 
eight !" 

"No,  it  was  seven."  Old  Reynolds  winked 
at  her.  "But  if  you  think  I'm  wrong,  I'll 
start  all  over  again." 

"Oh,  no,  you  don't !"  Anne  chuckled. 
"We  agreed  on  ten  puff's  and  that's  all 
you're  going  to  get." 

"Are  you  calling  me  a  liar  for  one  puff?" 
Reynolds  demanded  as  she  took  the  cigar 
away.  He  was  plainly  sulking  as  he  turned 
away  from  her  and  began  reading  some 
of  the  messages  the  butler  had  just  left 
with  him.  And  then  Anne  felt  as  if  she 
had  been  sent  spinning  through  space  as 
he  mentioned  the  name  signed  to  one. 

"Stokowski !"  she  repeated  in  a  hushed 
voice.  "He's  a  friend  of  yours?" 

"Oh,  I  know  him,"  Reynolds  said  testily. 
"But  we  don't  agree  on  Brahms." 

"You  mean  you  talk  to  him?"  Anne  per- 
sisted in  that  same  awed  way. 

"Not  about  Brahms !"  Reynolds  said 
with  a  note  of  finality.  "He  comes  here 
when  he's  in  town." 

"I'd  love  to  meet  him  the  next  time  he 
comes,"  Anne  rushed  on  breathlessly.  "I've 
studied  music.  I — I  might  even  sing  for 
him." 

"For  Stokowski?"  Reynolds  grinned  and 
shook  his  head.  "Oh,  no.  I  know  all  about 
you  society  girlsi  with  time  on  your  hands 
who  study  music.  Why  don't  you  pick  on 
somebody  else?  Stokowski  comes  here  for 
pleasure !" 

"But  I'm  good,"  Anne  insisted.  "It  will 
be  a  pleasure."  And  then  as  he  shook  his 
head  again,  "Do  you  want  me  to  prove 
it?" 

She  went  out  of  the  room  before  he 
could  answer,  running  down  the  stairs  to 
the  piano  in  the  drawing  room.  But  it 
should  be  nearer  to  the  door  so  Reynolds 
could  hear  better  and  Anne  looked  ap- 
pealingly  at  the  two  men  from  the 
museum,  still  waiting  like  the  ravens  in 
the  hall  outside.  "Can  you  boys  give  me 
a  hand  in  here?"  she  asked  and,  of  course, 
with  her  smiling  that  way,  they  had  to 
help  her,  though  they  plainly  thought  that 
she  was  as  crazy  as  everyone  else  seemed 
to  be  in  this  utterly  fantastic  household. 

Then  Anne  began  to  sing  and  even  the 
ravens  forgot  to  look  doleful  and  woe- 
begone, as  befitted  their  macabre  calling 
and  nodded  approvingly  at  each  other,  and 
the  doctor  was  tempted  in  too  and  then 
suddenly  from  upstairs  came  a  suspicious 
thumping  and  there  on  the  threshold  stood 
Reynolds  himself.  "Beautiful,  beautiful," 
he  said  smilingly.  Then  he  saw  the  ravens 
and  stiffened  as  he  turned  to  Harvey. 
"Brought  your  own  undertakers,  eh?"  he 


demanded.  "Well,  get  'em  out  of  here ! 
Send  'em  back  to  the  morgue!" 

They  might  just  as  well  go,  for  Reyn- 
olds certainly  was  no  longer  in  the  market 
for  a  death  mask.  That  afternoon  he  was 
downstairs  fully  dressed  and  demanding 
steaks.  "I  been  tampered  with !"  he  told 
Anne,  looking  ruefully  down  on  his  clothes 
that  hung  around  him  in  folds.  "Used  to 
have  the  finest  waistline  in  town,  the  big- 
gest anyhow.  I've  been  robbed.  I'll  show 
'em  they  can't  do  this  to  me.  It's  incred- 
ible." And  he  glowered  as  he  went  over 
to  the  humidor  and  bit  off  the  end  of  a 
cigar,  which  he  unsuccessfully  tried  to 
hide  as  young  Jonathan  came  in. 

"What  a  girl!"  Reynolds  said,  nodding 
toward  Anne  and  hoping  she  would  take 
Jonathan's  attention  away  from  the  cigar. 
"I've  never  seen  anyone  so  excited  in  my 
life  just  because  I'm  giving  her  a  party 
Saturday  night.  She  wants  to  meet  a  few 
of  my  musical  friends." 

"A  party !  Saturday  night !"  Jonathan 
faltered.  He  looked  at  Anne  appalled,  for 
he  had  just  promised  Gloria  that  he  would 
have  her  and  her  mother  there  that  eve- 
ning for  dinner  to  meet  his  father.  It  had 
been  Gloria's  idea  that  once  his  father  had 
seen  her  and,  of  course,  fallen  for  her 
charm,  telling  him  the  truth  would  only 
be  a  welcome  surprise.  But  now  Anne  had 
spoiled  all  that. 

There  was  only  one  thing  to  do.  Stop 
the  whole  farce  right  away.  His  father 
was  well  now  and  he  could  pretend  that 
he  and  Anne  had  quarrelled  and  then  when 
she  was  safely  out  of  the  house,  he  could 
go  on  with  his  own  plans  of  having  his 
father  meet  Gloria.  But  he  felt  like  a 
worm  when  Anne  agreed  to  the  scheme. 

She  ought  to  be  a  good  sport  about  it, 
Anne  thought,  blinking  back  her  tears. 
The  whole  thing  had  been  too  fantastic, 
right  from  the  beginning.  But  it  was  hard, 
having  had  all  this  and  then  seeing  it 
vanish,  pouff ,  just  like  that:  Jonathan,  and 
even  now  she  had  to  admit  saying  good-bye 
to  him  would  be  one  of  the  hardest  things 
she  had  ever  been  called  upon  to  do,  and 
old  Reynolds,  whom  she  adored,  and 
Stokowski  and  the  party  and  everything. 

The  party!  She  stiffened  at  that.  It 
wasn't  only  a  party.  It  was  her  whole 
future.  Why,  she'd  be  nothing  but  a  mouse 
if  she  let  the  plans  for  her  whole  life  go 
to  smash  just  because  Jonathan  was  hav- 
ing a  few  uncomfortable  moments.  She 
took  a  deep  breath  and  then  she  went  into 
the  room  where  Jonathan  was  telling  his 
father  the  sad  story  of  their  quarrel. 

"Darling,"  she  said,  running  to  Jonathan 
with  outstretched  arms  and  feeling  like  a 
heel,  even  though  she  had  promised  her- 
self that  after  she  met  Stokowski  and  he 
had  become  interested  in  her  voice  she 
would  really  quarrel  with  her  supposed 
fiancee  and  leave  the  field  open  to  the  other 
girl.  "Please  forgive  me.  It  was  all  my 
fault."  She  looked  away  from  Jonathan's 
flabbergasted  face  to  his  father  and  sighed. 
"I  picked  a  quarrel  with  him  and  he  acted 
like  a  lamb." 

Reynolds  grinned  and  realized  what  a 
fool  he  was  to  haver  been  so  upset  about  a 
mere  lovers'  quarrel.  Why,  the  kids  would 
have  millions  of  them  before  they  were 
through.  "Now  you  two  go  on,"  he  beamed. 
"Don't  you  know  why  lovers  quarrel? 
For  the  sake  of  kissing  and  making  up." 

It  made  him  feel  better  just  looking  at 
them,  the  young  idiots,  and  when  they  left 
he  paced  restlessly  around  the  room.  It 
seemed  so  huge  that  room  since  his  illness, 
as  if  it  had  gotten  even  bigger  all  the 
time  he  had  been  shrinking.  He  didn't  like 
being  alone  in  it  any  more.  Well,  why 
should  he  be  alone  in  it  anyway,  with  these 
youngsters  in  the  house?  They'd  had 
plenty  of  time  now  to  complete  their  recon- 
ciliation. And  they  were  young  too.  They 


had  plenty  of  time  to  be  together.  But  he 
didn't,  and  he  wanted  to  spend  every 
minute  he  could  with  them  and  that  con- 
tagious happiness  of  theirs. 

But  as  he  went  in  search  of  them  he 
heard  their  voices  raised  to  a  high  quarrell- 
ing pitch  and  then  he  knew  this  wasn't 
any  lovers'  flare-up.  For  he  had  heard 
enough  of  their  recriminations  to  realize 
the  truth.  Impulsively  he  started  to  open 
the  closed  door  that  separated  them,  then 
he  laughed  grimly  as  he  went  away.  Three 
could  play  the  little  game  of  deception  as 
well  as  two.  He  wouldn't  let  them  know 
that  he  knew.  Not  until  after  the  party 
anyway. 

It  was  incredible  the  way  he  felt  about 
Anne,  just  as  if  she  were  really  the  daugh- 
ter he  had  always  wanted.  And  there  was 
so  little  time  to  enjoy  her  now,  so  very 
little  time.  He  had  to  cram  so  much  into 
that  time,  all  the  things  he  had  wanted 
to  do  for  her,  having  her  meet  his  friends 
in  the  musical  world,  friends  who  could  be 
so  helpful  to  a  girl  who  wanted  to  be  a 
singer.  Having  fun  too,  discovering  that 
night  clubs  could  be  dazzling  and  magical 
and  not  at  all  boring  to  a  wide-eyed  young- 
ster who'd  never  set  foot  in  them  before. 
Oh,  it  was  wonderful  being  with  Anne, 
borrowing  of  her  youth  so  that  he  felt 
almost  as  young  as  she  was,  laughing  with 
her.  He  couldn't  let  her  go  now. 

Tears  were  waiting  there  just  behind 
his  eyes  when  he  heard  Anne  singing  for 
Stokowski  when  the  night  of  the  party 
arrived  at  last.  But  it  wasn't  only  for 
Stokowski  she  was  singing,  it  w7as  for 
Jonathan  too.  Maybe  only  for  Jonathan, 
for  her  eyes  looked  so  young  and  lost  and 
vulnerable  as  she  looked  from  him  to  the 
cool  dark  girl  sitting  beside  him,  her  hand 
lying  so  possessively  on  his  sleeve. 

Even  if  there  had  never  been  an  Anne, 
Reynolds  would  not  have  wanted  that  other 
girl  for  his  son's  wife.  She  was  everything 
he  had  been  afraid  she  would  be,  vain  and 
self-centered  and  cold,  and  his  heart  was 
heavy  as  he  stood  at  the  great  door  bid- 
ding his  guests  goodnight.  Then  he  saw 
Jonathan  coming  toward  him  and  suddenly 
he  was  afraid  as  he  saw  the  purpose  in  his 
son's  eyes.  He  was  coming  to  tell  him 
about  Gloria  now.  There  could  be  no  more 
make-believe,  no  more  clinging  to  Anne 
then.  Jonathan  was  coming  to  tell  him,  and 
there  was  nothing  he  could  do  about  it. 

But  wasn't  there  ?  Oh,  yes,  there  was ! 
Reynolds  smiled  slyly  as  he  remembered 
how  everybody  had  scurried  around,  doing 
only  the  tilings  that  would  make  him  happy 
when  he  had  been  so  ill.  Well,  what  was 
the  sense  of  having  gone  through  all  that 
if  he  couldn't  use  it  now?  He  knew  how 
a  sudden  pain  in  the  heart  would  make  a 
man  clutch  at  it  and  how  he  would  stagger. 
Reynolds  clutched  at  his  heart  and  when 
he  saw  Jonathan  and  Anne  running  to 
him,  he  had  to  bite  back  his  triumphant 
laugh.  He  had  been  wasting  time,  he  could 
have  played  Hamlet,  after  this  performance 
he  was  putting  on  with  no  rehearsals  or 
coaching  at  all. 

This  stage  of  it  was  easier,  lying  there 
with  closed  eyes,  apparently  unconscious, 
listening  to  their  concern  as  they  whispered 
his  name.  "Anne,"  young  Jonathan  said 
then,  and  his  voice  was  different.  Every- 
thing was  different,  for  he  was  telling  her 
what  a  fool  he  had  been  not  to  have 
realized  before  what  she  meant  to  him. 
"Anne,"  he  said  and  the  boy's  voice  made 
it  sound  as  if  it  were  all  heaven  as  it  was 
all  earth. 

Reynolds  cautiously  opened  one  eye  and 
then  he  opened  the  other  one  and  smiled 
his  blessings.  And  all  the  little  lost  stars 
came  back  fo  Anne's  eyes,  as  with  Jona- 
than's arms  around  her,  she  leaned  down 
and  pressed  her  smooth  young  cheek 
against  Reynolds'  triumphant  grin. 


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MM? 

(SURE. ALL  SMOKERS  DO) 

LET'S  admit  the  fact!  Every 
smoker  inhales  some  of  the  time. 
And  when  you  do,  there's  an  in- 
creased chance  of  irritation.  But 
—  note  this  vital  difference  —  re- 
ported by  eminent  doctors! 

On  comparing  —  the  irritant  quality  in  the 
smoke  of  the  four  other  leading  brands  was 
found  to  average  more  than  three  times  that  of 
the  strikingly  contrasted  Philip  Morris  .  .  .  and 
the  irritation  lasts  more  than  five  times  as  long! 

So  —  for  complete  enjoyment  of  the 
world's  finest  tobaccos — with  never  a 
thought  of  throat  irritation  — 


AT 
EASE! 


AMERICA'S  FINEST 
CIGARETTE 


Colman! — Frustrated  Caruso 

Continued  from  page  51 


on   an   unemployed   2x4   carton  box. 

He  says  that  if  he  has  any  prime  frus- 
tration it  is  his  failure  to  become  an  oper- 
atic tenor.  Not  that  he  even  owns  the 
raw  material  for  a  tenor.  His  singing 
voice  is  strictly  optimistic  baritone,  '"and 
a  cut  or  so  beneath  fair,  at  that,"  he  ad- 
mits, grinning.  However,  in  the  privacy 
of  the  bath  he  turns  on  the  shower  full 
tilt,  then  tries  out  *  Martinelli-Caruso 
effects,  bouncing  some  high  notes  off  the 
resonant  tiles.  Last  Christmas  a  sympa- 
thetic friend  gave  him  a  shower  curtain 
on  which  were  inscribed  some  of  the  more 
useful  dunking  ditties.  Unhappily  enough, 
the  Colman  shower  is  equipped  with  a 
glass  door  across  which  a  couple  of  sand- 
blasted flamingoes  wander,  so  the  shower 
curtain  could  serve  no  functional  purpose. 
But  never  let  it  be  said  that  a  Colman  is 
without  resource :  he  split  it  in  half,  had 
it  hung  at  the  windows  and  now  he  takes 
a  quick  look  at  his  score  before  getting 
into  the  shower.  He  considers  this  con- 
trivance a  great  boon  to  soloists  in  the 
suds. 

We  tell  you  all  this,  as  preface,  to  dispel 
the  lurking  suspicion  that  Air.  Colman  is 
too  dignified  for  anything.  "I  don"t  know 
where  the  rumor  started,"  he  says  in 
despair.  "The  first  inkling  I  had  of  my 
bad  reputation  was  the  approach  of  in- 
terviewers on  tiptoe,  and  the  addressing 
of  questions  in  asthmatic  undertones.  Made 
me  deuced  uncomfortable,  you  know." 

An  interviewer's  awe  in  the  presence  of 
Mr.  Colman  is  only  natural.  After  all, 
here  is  a  man  who  has  participated  fully 
in  the  three  thematic  human  movements 


of  the  twentieth  century ;  for  the  last  forty 
years,  mankind  has  been  busy  with  the 
violence  of  war.  with  traipsing  curiously 
up  and  down  the  earth  between  wars,  and 
with  amusing  itself  by  perfecting  gadgets, 
among  them  the  motion  picture  and  radio. 

As  for  war,  Ronald  Colman  was 
wounded  at  Ypres  when  he  was  one  of 
Kitchener's  "Contemptibles."  (Incidental 
question :  "Why  were  those  troops  called 
'Contemptibles,'  Mr.  Colman?"  Prompt  re- 
ply :  ''Britain  was  facing  Germany's  two 
million-man  army  with  about  five  hundred 
thousand  troops.  A  German  commander 
sarcastically  demanded  to  know  what 
Kitchener  intended  to  do  with  this  con- 
temptible little  army.  You  know  the 
English  sense  of  humor.  It  delights  to 
take  a  high-flown  phrase  and  make  it  a 
ridiculous  by-word  for  the  benefit  of 
history.")  To  repeat,  he  suffered  a  cracked 
ankle  at  Ypres  in  World  War  I.  In  the 
present  conflict,  he  is  again  serving  the 
British  Empire  with  all  his  soul  and  with 
even-  means  at  his  command. 

As  for  roaming  around  over  the  earth — 
name  the  place  and  Mr.  Colman  has  been 
there.   He  has  even  visited  some  places 
that  actually  don't  exist,  like  Shangri-La 
By  the  way,  one  of  those  persons 
is  never  content  unless  he  is  condi 
a  poll,  discovered  recently  that  alt::; 
"Lost  Horizon"  was  made  over  five 
ago,   every  single  person  polled  rem 
bered  it  as  the  most  inspiring  picture 
seen,  and  considered  Ronald  Colman's  " 
as  Hugh  Conzcay  one  of  the  finest 
acterizations  of  his  career.  Oddly  c 
Mr.  Colman's  favorite  role  to  date  •' 


of  Sydney  Carton  in  "A  Tale  Of  Two 
Cities."  He  did  a  great  job  in  it. 

Anent  his  travels,  Mr.  Colman  says 
that,  to  him.  the  most  fascinating  street 
he  has  ever  seen  is  Prince's  Street  in  Edin- 
burgh. On  one  side  there  are  exclusive 
shops  offering  the  finest  of  the  world's 
merchandise  for  sale,  and  on  the  other 
there  is  a  small  park,  and  above  it — rising 
sheerly  like  the  forehead  of  a  giant — is 
a  cliff.  On  top  of  the  cliff  is  Edinburgh 
Castle.  This  is  comparable  to  the  south 
side  of  Wilshire  Boulevard  facing  the 
Santa  Monica  Palisades,  or  Fifth  Avenue 
staring  into  the  ramparts  of  the  upper 
Hudson. 

Speaking  of  New  York,  Mr.  Colman  ar- 
rived in  that  port  with  a  total  inventory 
of  fifty-seven  dollars,  one  small  suitcase, 
and  two  letters  of  introduction.  The  fifty- 
seven  dollars  melted  like  a  gallon  of  ice 
cream  standing  beside  Marlene  Dietrich, 
and  the  letters  of  introduction  were  re- 
ceived cordially  by  the  addressees  and 
placed  in  File  13.  The  situation  had  got 
out  of  hand  when  one  of  Mr.  Colman's 
friends,  a  chap  who  lived  in  Brooklyn, 
said,  "Come  stay  with  me  until  you  hit 
pa>-  dirt."  The  earnest  Englishman  leaned 
at  the  chance,  thereby  ap^~~  — r 
a  bad  habit.  T  '-- 
leaped  ! -  ~ 


S  C  R  E  E  N  L  A  N  D 


DATES  WON'T  WAIT 


Let  Helena  Rubinstein's 

YOUNG  COMPLEXION  KIT  2.00 
save  that  date! 

Of  course,  dates  won't  wait  .  . 
because  of  troublesome  skin. 
That's  why  girls  ask  for  prep- 
arations to  use  at  once.  So 
Helena  Rubinstein  collected 
six  famous  preparations  in  a 
kit.  Three  are  for  instant  glam- 
our—to help  conceal  minor 
blemishes.  Three  are  to  aid 
you  in  correcting  such  imper- 
fections as  oiliness,  shine  and 
surface  bumps.  Especially  de- 
signed for  young  skin  and  for 
the  y oun  g  with  n  o  time  to  waste! 

1.  FLOWER-PETAL  FACE  POWDER  —  mist-soft 

2.  APPLE  RED  LIPSTICK  .  .  brilliantly  flattering 

3.  SNOW  LOTION —exquisite  foundation 

4.  PASTEURIZED  FACE  CREAM— famous  many- 
purpose  cream  beautifies  every  skin 

5.  BEAUTY  GRAINS  — wasb  for  pore-open- 
ings clogged  witb  surface  impurities 

6.  MEDICATED  CREAM  for  slight  blemishes 

Ask  for  the  young  complexion  kit 
at  your  favorite  store  or  send  coupon 
with  2.00.  Helena  Rubinstein  urges 
you  to  write  her  about 

<3l0i-*  y°ur  Deauty  problems 
ilfcW  .  .  715  Fifth  Avenue. 


gets,  the  preoccupation  of  our  age,  he 
has  done  very  well  in  that  department 
too.  Take  the  silent  motion  picture — but 
don't  take  it  far.  Mr.  Colman  started  his 
wordless  work  in  an  epic  called  "The 
White  Sister"  with  Lillian  Gish.  "In  those 
days,"  he  recalls,  "I  was  a  specialist  in 
the  wistful  or  kiss-through-the-window- 
pane  school  of  drama.  We  drooped  from 
one  scene  to  the  next." 

Then,  in  1926,  pictures  came  out  of  the 
droopy  stupor  and  began  to  make  noises 
that  sounded  like  Al  Jolson  singing  "Ma- 
aaa-my."  Mr.  Colman  couldn't  sing  (see 
paragraph  6),  but  he  has  a  speaking  voice 
that  you  could  spread  on  hot  biscuit  and 
devour,  so  he  had  no  trouble  going  vocal. 

He  still  gets  an  occasional  fan  letter 
about  "Arrowsmith"  in  which  he  was 
starred  with  Helen  Hayes,  and  about 
"Beau  Geste"  in  which  Neil  Hamilton, 
Ralph  Forbes,  Noah  Beery  and  Bill 
Powell  also  appeared. 

So  much  for  the  public  persuasion  of 
Mr.  Colman's  charm.  The  real  test  of 
any  celebrity  is  his  ability  to  impress  his 
cook,  the  mechanic  at  his  garage,  or  the 
technicians  on  his  lot.  And  to  prove  that 


Mr.  Colman  has  also  earned  his  A  in 
this  department,  there  is  an  incident  that 
happened  while  he  was  making  "My  Life 
With  Caroline"  at  RKO. 

Mr.  Colman  was  ordinarily  among  the 
first  persons  to  report  on  the  set  in  the 
morning,  and  among  the  last  to  leave  at 
night.  He  feels  about  work  as  the  farmer 
feels  about  a  good  cow :  he  doesn't  love 
it,  but  it  does  right  by  him.  This  par- 
ticular morning  the  company  had  to  wait 
ten  minutes  for  Mr.  Colman  to  appear. 
Now  Colman  was  the  star.  He  could  have 
strode  in,  scowling,  to  give  the  impression 
that  he  had  been  in  the  producer's  office 
discussing  weighty  matters.  Or  he  could 
have  just  plain  strode  in  without  an  excuse. 

Take  note,  then,  of  the  actual  manner  of 
Mr.  Colman's  arrival.  He  came  in  on  tip- 
toe, his  shoulders  hunched  and  his  com- 
plexion showing  faintly  pink,  even  through 
the  heavy  makeup.  "I  say,"  he  murmured, 
swallowing  hard,  "I'm  awfully  sorry  to 
have  kept  everyone  waiting.  I  lost  count  of 
time  a  bit  this  morning — traffic  was  heavy 
— I  do  beg  pardon  of  everyone  here." 

Now  you  know  why  technicians  say, 
"Colman?  Sure,  he's  a  swell  guy." 


Because  Canada 
is  our  very  good 
friend  and  neigh- 
bor, this  gather- 
ing of  Joseph  W. 
G.  Clark,  direc- 
tor of  public  re- 
lations, army  and 
air,  for  the  Ca- 
nadian National 
Defense;  Flight- 
Lieutenant  Cath- 
cart  Jones,  and 
Hal  B.  Wallis, 
Warner  executive 
producer,  is  of 
interest.  Plans  for 
the  filming  of 
"Captain  of  the 
Clouds,"  with  the 
Royal  Canadian 
Air  Force,  is 
the  main  topic 
of  conversation. 


What's  Cooking?  uNavy  Blues,"  Of  Course! 


Continued  from  page  30 


girl  friend  in  the  hula  club  a  rowdy  girl, 
the  Martha  Raye  type." 

Well,  who  do  you  think  they  got  for 
Sheridan's  sidekick?  Why,  Martha  Raye! 
You  have  no  idea  how  extraordinary  that 
is !  Not  that  Martha's  so  hard  to  get,  but 
usually  when  a  writer  puts  "the  Martha 
Raye  type"  in  his  script  he  gets  a  bit  of 
lace  like  Frances  Dee.  That's  the  way  they 
do  it  in  Hollywood.  That's  why  writers 
die  young.  Well,  Miss  Raye,  who  has  been 
off  the  screen  for  several  years,  arrived  at 
Warner  Brothers,  where  she  had  never 
worked  before,  resembling  nothing  so  much 
as  a  mouse  with  an  inferiority  complex. 
She  barely  spoke  above  a  whisper,  and 
was  completely  awed  by  everyone.  But  it 
didn't  last  long.  When  she  settled  down  for 
lunch  in  the  Green  Room  that  first  day  she 
looked  around  and  saw  Marlene  Dietrich 

A  George  Raft  ("Man  Power"),  Fred 
rurray  ("Dive  Bomber"),  and  Gary 
■  ("Sergeant  York"),  all  the  old 
rom  Paramount  where  Martha  was 
'.'  under  contract. 

•  .  Martha,"  called  Gary  from  a 
able,  "looks  like  the  old  Para- 
ivs,  doesn't  it?" 

:,"  shouted  Martha,  promptly  los- 
dignity,  "Paramount  before  La- 


That  afternoon  she  and  Ann  Sheridan 
met  for  the  first  time.  They  liked  each 
other  immediately.  "This  is  supposed  to  be 
my  comeback  picture,"  said  Ann,  with  a 
shrug.  "But  what  chance  have  I  got  with 
you  and  those  comedians?  I'll  have  to  do 
a  strip  tease  to  steal  a  scene." 

"You  haven't  got  a  thing  to  worry  about, 
kid,"  said  Martha  reassuringly.  "No  audi- 
ence in  the  world  ever  stopped  to  listen 
when  they  could  look.  In  that  bathing  suit, 
sister,  you'll  do  all  right." 

Since  this  meeting  Martha  and  Ann  have 
become  inseparable.  Ann  likes  to  laugh. 
After  the  first  day's  work  she  told  the 
wardrobe  girl,  "I  haven't  had  so  much  fun 
on  a  set  in  all  my  life.  I'll  play  straight  for 
Martha  Raye  seven  days  a  week — and  love 
it."  As  a  matter  of  fact  Martha  has  but  to 
open  her  mouth  and  Ann  goes  off  into 
gales  of  laughter.  And  the  other  day  when 
Ann  heard  Martha  say,  quite  casually,  be- 
tween "takes," — "I'm  so  nervous,  I  don't 
know  whether  to  drink  a  coca-cola  or  neck 
with  a  chorus  boy,"  she  went  into  such 
wonderful  convulsions  that  it  was  ages  be- 
fore she  could  straighten  her  face  long 
enough  to  do  a  love  scene.  When  Martha 
married  Neal  Lang,  hotel  man,  a  few  days 
after  the  picture  went  into  production 
(when  she  told  Director  Lloyd  Bacon  that 


SCREENLAND 


she  was  getting  married  that  week-end.  he 
said.  "All  right.  Remember,  be  back  on  the 
set  Monday  morning  at  8  o'clock."  "But 
what  about  my  honeymoon?"  asked  Mar- 
tha. "Okay,"  said  Director  Bacon,  "make 
it  8:30.") — she  invited  Ann  and  George 
Brent  to  fly  with  them  to  Las  Vegas,  Ne- 
vada, for  the  ceremony.  George  was  work- 
ing in  "International  Lady"  over  at  the 
Small  studio  and  couldn't  get  away — but 
that  didn't  hold  Ann  back.  "I  haven't  had 
so  much  fun  in  years,"  she  reported  when 
she  returned  to  the  studio  alter  Martha's 
honeymoon  dinner  at  Slapsie  Maxie's  in 
Hollywood.  "Martha's  a  million  laughs." 

Ann  isn't  the  only  person  on  the  set  who 
thinks  Martha  Rave  is  the  funniest  person 
alive.  One  of  her  most  ardent  fans  has 
become,  of  all  people,  Director  Lloyd 
Bacon,  who,  I  may  say  frankly,  is  slightly 
on  the  gloomy  side.  Or  was.  pre-Raye. 
Lloyd  Bacon  has  been  seventeen  years  on 
the  Warner  lot,  and  has  made  more  than 
a  hundred  pictures,  with  a  goodly  per- 
centage of  the  stars  in  the  business.  He 
takes  his  work  very  seriously,  and  his  sets 
are  not  exactly  playgrounds.  The  players 
and  the  company  call  him  Mr.  Bacon,  and 
when  he  is  on  the  set  everything  is  quiet 
and  dignified.  That  was  before  "Navy 
Blues." 

The  second  day  of  production  Mr.  Bacon 
was  sitting  grimly  in  his  chair  on  the  set 
running  over  the  next  scene  in  his  mind 
when  suddenly  Miss  Raye  appeared  be- 
fore him.  "Now  listen,  Mona."  she  said, 
"when  are  we  going  to  act?  I  take  my  ca- 
reer very  seriously.  Now  you  get  busy.  I 
want  to  act."  There  were  a  few  tense  sec- 
onds— and  then  Bacon  threw  back  his  head 
and  roared.  With  the  ice  broken,  he  has 
now  become  one  of  the  gayest  directors  on 
the  lot — though  you  may  rest  assured  that 
no  one  calls  big.  mannish  Mr.  Bacon 
"Mona"  except  Martha. 

Miss  Raye  had  one  more  reserve  to 
break  down,  and  that  she  did,  a  few  days 
later.  Hal  Wallis,  executive  producer  at 
Warner  Brothers,  is  what  we  might  call 
the  "boss"  of  "Navy  Blues."  And,  of 
course,  you're  supposed  to  be  working 
busily  and  quietly  when  Mr.  Wallis  comes 
around  on  his  infrequent  checking-up 
tours.  "When  Mr.  Wallis  visits  the  set," 
everybody  took  time  out  to  tell  Martha, 
"lay  off  the  kidding.  He  hasn't  a  sense  of 
humor.  Look  like  you're  working  hard  and 
keep  quiet  until  he  leaves.  Or  else  you'll 
get  into  trouble."  So  Martha  could  hardly 
wait  for  Mr.  Wallis  to  visit  the  set.  The 
day  he  dropped  in  unexpectedly  (but  the 
news  went  around  so  quickly  that  in  a  split 
second  you  could  hear  a  pin  drop)  Martha 
was  doing  the  scene  where  she  is  dancing 
and  singing  on  the  bar  of  her  Hawaiian 
night  club  and  gets  caught  in  the  electric 
fan.  She  had  just  been  caught  in  the  fan 
when  she  heard  the  deathlike  silence  and 
knew  that  Mr.  Wallis  had  arrived.  Out  of 
the  great  silence  screamed  Martha,  "Is  that 
really  Mr.  Wallis  on  the  set?  The  Mr. 
Wallis  we've  been  expecting?  Yoo  Hoo!" 
Mr.  Wallis  broke  up  completely.  Seems 
that  he  is  now  looking  for  another  picture 
for  Martha  Raye. 

One  day  Jack  Oakie  said  to  Martha. 
"The  trouble  with  you.  Martha,  is  that 
you've  got  too  much  of  everything." 

"Yeah,  ain't  it  awful,"  said  Martha. 
"They  call  me  Mouth-a  Raye.  It's  murder, 
kid,  it's  murder."  It's-murder-kid-it's-mur- 
der  is  Martha's  pet  expression  now,  tak- 
ing the  place  of  last  season's  "Oh,  Boy." 
I A  swell  gal.  that  Martha.  Ann.  the  three 
Jacks,  the  "Beauties"  (Martha  nicknamed 
them  that),  the  technicians,  the  hairdress- 
ers, the  make-up  men — they  all  swear  by 
her.  Being  around  her  you  forget  the  sor- 
rows of  the  world  for  awhile.  You  forget 
everything,  you're  so  busy  laughing.  W  hat 
Hollywood  needs  is  more  Martha"  Raves. 


JMy  Husband  Jell  out  of *^ove 


HOW  A  WIFE  OVERCAME  THE 
"ONE  NEGLECT" 
THAT  OFTEN  WRECKS  ROMANCE 


I .  I  couldn't  understand  it  when  Paul's  love  began  to  cool.  W  e'd  been  so  gloriously  happy 
at  first.  Then,  he  began  treating  me  as  if  ...  as  if  there  were  a  physical  barrier  between  us. 


2.  Finally  I  went  to  our  family  doctor  and  ex- 
plained the  whole  situation  frankly.  "Your 
marriage  problem  is  quite  a  common  one,"  he 
told  me.  "Psychiatrists  say  the  cause  is  often  the 
wife's  neglect — or  ignorance — of  feminine  hy- 
giene. That's  one  fault  a  husband  may  find  it 
hard  to  mention — or  forgive." 


3.  "In  cases  like  yours,"  the  doctor  went  on, 
"I  recommend  Lysol  for  intimate  personal 
care.  Lysol  solution  does  more  than  cleanse 
and  deodorize.  It  kills  millions  of  germs  on  in- 
stant  contact,  without  harm  to  sensitive  tissue. 
Lysol  spreads  easily  into  crevices,  so  virtually 
searches  out  germs." 


4.  You  can  bet  I  bought  a  bottle  of  Lysol 
right  away.  I  find  it  gentle  and  soothing,  easy 
to  use.  Economical,  too.  No  wonder  so  many 
modern  wives  use  Lysol  for  femir  ie  hygiene. 
And  ...  as  for  Paul  and  me  .  .  e're  closer 
than  ever  before. 


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Mountain  Moonlight — Republic 

'Twould  seem  a  lot  of  poor  folks, 
via  the  screen,  are  inheriting  oodles 
of  money  these  days.  But  the  story- 
tellers tell  us  that  too  much  moola, 
like  overeating,  is  bad  for  one.  The 
latest  in  the  Weaver  Brothers 
series  plays  upon  this  theme,  with 
the  U.  S.  Treasury  thrown  in  for 
good  measure.  While  thus  playing, 
they  manage  to  inject  a  song,  a 
few  laughs,  and  a  few  situations 
that  were  meant  to  be  funny  but 
aren't.  Betty  Jane  Rhodes  is  sweet. 


Barnacle  Bill—  M-G-M 

Barnacle  Bill  (Wallace  Beery) 
had  the  faculty  of  out-wrestling 
his  conscience  until  two  women 
take  over  and  run  his  fishing  and 
private  business  for  him.  Marjorie 
Main  and  Virginia  Weidler  are 
the  women.  And  what  they  do 
to  his  happy-go-lucky,  lazy,  hard- 
drinking,  hard-punching  existence ! 
They  even  shanghai  him  into 
church !  Our  only  unfriendly  com- 
ment is  that  too  many  incidents 
are  repetitious.  Spotted  with  laughs. 


Puddin'  Head — Republic 

Like  gags  mixed  with  a  little 
corn?  Judy  Canova?  Eddie  Foy, 
Jr.?  Hill-billy  songs?  Silly  non- 
sense? You  do?  Good!  Then  see 
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glomeration of  the  above.  There's 
Slim  Summerville,  not  exactly  a 
glamor  boy,  accompanying  his  mete, 
Judy,  to  New  York  where  they  in- 
herit property  worth  plenty.  Judy 
meets  up  with  royalty  in  the  im- 
poverished person  of  Francis  Led- 
erer  who  conveniently  "loves"  her. 


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Making  Good 
As  A  Mother! 

Continued  from  page  33 


subject  because  I  was  the  youngest  of  three 
girls  in  our  family  and  I  know  what  it 
means  to  a  child  to  be  constantly  trying  to 
keep  up  with  her  older  sisters.  At  the  age 
when  my  sisters,  Constance  and  Barbara, 
were  active  and  boisterous,  my  little  legs 
were  too  short  to  catch  up.  By  the  time  I 
was  at  the  teeth-brace  stage,  they  were  at 
their  prettiest. 

So  I  repeat,  do  not,  in  justice  to  each 
of  your  daughters,  try  to  force  an  involun- 
tary companionship.  Patsy  may  pay  for  it 
with  an  inferiority  complex.  Joan's  feeling 
of  discontent  may  stem  from  a  resentment 
at  playing  nursemaid.  Instead,  try  to  ar- 
range that  each  of  your  children  has  play- 
mates of  her  own  age.  Patsy  will  be  less 
inclined  to  mimic  Joan's  naughtiness  be- 
cause she  will  take  her  examples  from 
her  own  age  group.  Joan,  in  turn,  will  de- 
velop a  protective  manner  toward  Patsy  if 
she  is  allowed  to  seek  her  out  naturally. 

The  banishment  tactic — in  a  slightly  dif- 
ferent form — should  also  solve  the  problem 
you  experience  about  the  children  wishing 
to  return  home  immediately  whenever  you 
take  them  visiting.  I  shouldn't  take  them 
home  and  thus  spoil  my  own  visit.  Instead, 
I  would  tell  them  firmly  that  I  wouldn't 
take  them  visiting  again  until  they  were 
''grown  up"  enough  to  act  like  ladies.  This 
should  be  especially  effective  with  Joan 
who  is,  as  we  mentioned  before,  already 
fancying  herself  a  woman.  Then  I  would 
hold  to  my  promise  not  to  take  them  again. 
Nothing  is  worse  for  discipline  than  failure 
to  carry  out  a  threat  made  in  an  attempt 
at  better  training.  I  believe  in  being  as 
meticulous  about  carrying  out  promised 
punishment  as  about  rewards.  Parental  de- 
pendability in  all  things  is  the  child's 
strongest  bulwark  against  the  world. 

Your  problem  with  Patsy  about  picking 
at  her  food  is  one  of  real  moment — because 
it  might  be  an  indication  that  the  child  is 
under  par  physically.  I  had  that  experience 
with  one  of  my  daughters  and  I  thought 
at  first  that  she  was  just  being  naughty. 
However,  it  developed  that  she  needed 
something  to  stimulate  her  appetite.  After 
our  physician  had  prescribed  a  harmless 
dietetical  aid  for  the  condition,  I  had  no 
more  trouble  with  her.  But — had  it  devel- 
oped that  she  was  being  naughty,  just  for 
the  sake  of  being  naughty,  I  would  have 
given  her  just  so  much  time  to  eat  a  meal. 
At  the  end  of  that  time,  any  food  which 
remained  would  have  been  saved  until  the 
next  meal,  and  she  would  have  been  given 
that  to  eat  first.  I  am  confident  that  hav- 
ing to  eat  the  remainder  of  breakfast  be- 
fore a  nice  hot  tempting  lunch  were  put 
before  her  would  have  soon  brought  her 
around. 

This  solution,  of  course,  is  still  another 
version  of  the  banishment  technique — in 
reverse,  in  this  instance.  Any  youngster 
likes  to  feel  that  she  is  playing  her  regular 
role  in  the  family  life.  She  likes  to  feel 
that  she  is  definitely  part  of  the  group.  To 
be  singled  out  for  any  punishment  is  de- 
cidedly painful  and  embarrassing — and  she 
will  soon  get  over  her  little  anti-social 
quirks.  If  she  doesn't,  then  it  is  time  to  let 
the  doctor  take  a  hand.  The  healthy  child 
is  co-operative,  once  she  learns  that  naugh- 
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polo  ponies  try  hard  to  keep  movie  gentry 
from  falling  off  them.  But  not  this  actor. 
If  he  took  a  spill,  it  wouldn't  be  from  any- 
thing higher  than  a  poolside  seat. 

"Wouldn't  you  rather  sit  outside?"  he 
wanted  to  know,  and  I  knew  he  would. 

As  we  skirted  the  swimming  pool,  we 
came  upon  Citizeness  Cotten  writing  a 
book  in  a  bathing  suit,  nice  writing  if 
you  can  get  it.  Formerly  on  the  editorial 
staff  of  Harper's  Bazaar,  she  still  was 
beautiful  enough  to  be  on  its  front  cover. 
Once,  just  to  be  obliging,  she  had  been 
an  actress  for  two  weeks  in  Boston.  But 
she  preferred  being  a  mother.  So  it  was 
that,  up  there  in  the  house,  her  small 
daughter  was  having  an  afternoon  nap. 
It's  a  stranger-than-fiction  fact  that  when 
Lenore  Kip  went  with  Joseph  Cotten  from 
Boston  to  Nashua,  N.  H.,  to  have  the 
knot  tied,  the  trusting  pair  staged  an 
elopement  all  but  identical  with  a  situation 
in  "Lydia."  Once  arrived,  they  were  dis- 
mayed to  find  themselves  without  benefit 
of  clergy.  Having  forgotten  about  New 
Hampshire's  three-day  marriage  law,  as 
he  later  explained,  the  expected  minister 
had  failed  to  materialize.  So  there  was 
nothing  to  do  but  wait  two  days  for  the 
ceremony  to  be  performed,  as  Citizeness 
Cotten  now  gaily  related. 

Her  duly  proud  husband,  with  the  talk 
turning  on  New  York  and  his  eye  roving 
about  the  hedged  garden,  made  the  proud 
boast  that  once  he  had  grown  a  hedge 
six  inches  long  (not  high)  in  Waverley 
Place.  But  it  wasn't  at  all  easy  to  get 
him  to  talk  of  his  own  amazingly  sudden 
growth  as  an  actor. 

"It  really  isn't  sudden,"  he  presently 
brought  himself  to  say.  "I've  acted  over 
a  period  of  eleven  years.  It  has  been 
a  slow,  if  perhaps  steady,  progress.  'Citizen 
Kane'  just  happened  to  give  it  the  jump, 
that's  all.  I'd  no  idea  the  picture  would 
turn  out  to  be  such  a  sensation." 

Born  in  Petersburg,  Va.,  he  was  only 
seventeen  when  he  headed  down  to  Miami. 
There  he  gave  promise  of  developing  those 
qualities  which  one  day  were  to  measure 
up  to  the  big  simplicities.  While  soliciting 
advertising  for  a  newspaper,  among  other 
things,  he  all  the  time  had  his  eye  on 
the  little  theater  of  that  resort.  It  wasn't 
long  before  he,  like  Jimmy  Stewart  at 
Falmouth,  Mass.,  was  sweeping  out  the 
place,  posting  bills,  taking  tickets,  and 
tackling  small  parts.  There  was  no  waning 
of  enthusiasm  as  the  handy-man  routine 
kept  up  for  five  years.  But  when  the 
Floridian  drama  was  annually  overcome 
by  the  heat,  the  stage-struck  youth  would 
hie  himself  to  New  York  with  the  little 
money  he  had  been  able  to  scrape  together 
and,  while  squeezing  into  hall  bedrooms 
and  swelling  out  with  canned  beans,  hunt 
for  a  Broadway  job  of  acting. 

"But  the  nearest  I  got  to  one  in  four 
years,"  he  grinned,  "was  practicing  on  a 
mouth-organ  for  'When  Hell  Froze.'  The 
part  I  was  after  called  for  playing  the 
'Chocolate  Soldier'  waltz  on  the  harmonica. 
But,  somehow,  all  I  could  play  was  the 
hoocha-coocha,  and  when  I  blew  that  out 
they  gave  me  the  air." 

It  was  not  until  his  fifth  seeking  of  a 
metropolitan  foothold  that  our  young  ad- 
venturer got  his  toe  in  the  door.  And, 
then,  whose  should  it  be  but  the  magic 
portal  of  David  Belasco!  At  first,  Florida's 
gift  to  Broadway  never  suspected  he  was 
being  drawn  like  a  red  herring  by  the 
White  Fox  of  the  theater  across  his  own 
distinguished  trail. 

"I'd  been  given  a  letter  to  Belasco,  just 
as  I   had   to   other   producers,   but  you 


know  what  letters  are,"  began  the  best 
story  of  its  kind  that  ever  had  come  my 
way.  "When  I  went  to  his  theater  with 
it,  the  great  man  was  sitting  in  an  orches- 
tra chair  watching  a  costume  parade  of 
'Dancing  Partners.'  Without  even  glancing 
at  the  letter,  he  asked  me  what  I'd  done 
in  Miami,  and  I  told  him  I'd  played  small 
parts  and  helped  to  manage  the  stage. 
'You're  engaged,'  he  instantly  said.  I  nearly 
fainted.  'You  will  understudy  Lynne  Over- 
man and  be  assistant  stage  manager,'  he 
informed  me.  'Sit  right  down.'  I  almost 
jell  down.  With  me  beside  him,  Belasco 
again  turned  his  attention  to  the  stage. 
His  art  director  was  marching  members 
of  the  cast  across  it  for  the  Guv'nor's 
inspection.  Suddenly  Belasco  halted  them 
with,  'Just  a  moment,  ladies  and  gentle- 
men, if  you  please.  Mr.  Cotten  thinks  that 
red  hat  should  be  green,  don't  you,  Mr. 
Cotten?'  'W-why,  y-yes,'  I  stammered. 
The  people  on  the  stage  stared  blankly 
over  the  footlights,  obviously  wondering 
who  in  the  world,  or  the  place  below,  this 
Cotten  person  could  possibly  be.  The  pro- 
cession had  no  sooner  started  again  than 
Belasco  called,  'Stop!  Mr.  Cotten  is  sure 
those  brown  shoes  ought  to  be  black, 
aren't  you,  Mr.  Cotten?'  'Oh  yes,  yes,'  I 
promptly  replied.  For  by  this  time  I 
realized  why  I'd  been  hired  on  the  spot 
—simply  because  Belasco  didn't  want  to 
put  himself  on  the  spot.  Instead  of  his 
hurting  the  feelings  of  all  those  people, 
he  was  having  me  do  it.  I  could  see  my- 
self being  murdered  one  dark  night  but  I 
was  ready  to  die  for  that  job." 

He  did  give  a  year  or  more  of  it. "But 
without  once  walking  out  on  the  stage 
as  an  actor,"  he  was  sorry  to  say.  "I 
never  got  the  chance  to  substitute  for 
Overman,  who  throughout  the  run  of  the 
play  was  fairly  vulgar  with  health.  Yet  I 
was  having  the  great  advantage  of  a 
Belasco  training.  Later  he  gave  me  the 
opportunity  to  understudy  Melvyn  Douglas 
in  'Tonight  or  Never.'  That  added  ex- 
perience stood  me  in  good  stead  when 
I  went  to  the  Copley  Theater  in  Boston 
as  leading  man,  for  the  first  play  in  which 
I  was  cast  happened  to  be  Tonight  or 
Never,'  and  I  knew  it  backwards.  Another 
happy  circumstance  was  that  Helen  Ga- 
hagan  played  the  part  she  had  created  in 
the  Belasco  production.  Afterward  I  was 
in  other  eastern  stock  companies  for  sev- 
eral seasons.  And  all  that,"  he  summed 
up,  "led  to  absolutely  nothing.  I  felt  life 
was  over.  Then  I  met  Orson  Welles  on 
a  radio  broadcast,  and  everything  changed. 
Going  into  his  company  in  New  York,  I 
was  with  him  when  he  organized  the 
Mercury  Players.  For  that  matter,  I've 
been  in  more  of  Orson's  plays  than  he 
himself  has,  eight  in  all." 

I  had  heard  so  many  opinions  of  the 
fabulous  Welles,  both  before  and  after 
"Citizen  Kane,"  that  here  seemed  to  be 
the  opportunity  to  get  the  true  one,  so  I 
bluntly  asked,  "What's  he  like?" 

"He  is  a  great  creator  and  a  great  in- 
spiration," was  the  answer.  "And,  with  all 
his  gifts,  he  is  absolutely  honest.  This  talk 
of  his  being  a  fake  and  a  phoney  and  a 
charlatan  is  just  a  lot  of  rot.  No  one 
who  knows  him  well  dislikes  him.  Far 
from  it,  they  admire  him  tremendously.  On 
everyone  who  works  with  him  Welles 
exerts  a  serious  and  critical  kind  of  in- 
fluence. My  start  I  owe  to  Belasco — that 
Florida  attempt  was  merely  amateurish — 
but  I  learned  more  from  Orson  Welles 
than  I  had  in  all  my  other  time  in  the 
theater.  No  one  could  help  learning  a  great 
deal  from  him.  Tireless  in  giving  out  what 


is  in  him,  the  man's  a  human  dynamo. 
There's  no  limit  to  his  ideas.  He's  so  in- 
tense and  impulsive  that  you  never  know 
what  he  is  going  to  do  next,  but  I  am 
firmly  convinced  he  will  do  still  greater 
things  in  pictures.  When  I  left  him  to  go 
with  Katharine  Hepburn  in  the  stage  pro- 
duction of  'The  Philadelphia  Story,'  it  was 
generally  believed  I  was  running 'into  still 
more  temperament.  But  I  want  to  say  that 
Katharine  Hepburn  is  the  most  un-temper- 
amental  actress  I  have  ever  known.  Most 
of  the  time  she  was  running  around  cooling 
others  off.  Of  course,  she  is  highly  indi- 
vidual and  has  her  own  way  of  doing 
things.  For  example,  she  was  so  nervous 
about  her  New  York  opening  that  instead 
of  going  to  her  home  there  on  coming 
in  off  the  road  she  went  to  the  Waldorf- 
Astoria,  shut  herself  up  in  a  room  and 
told  herself,  'This  is  Indianapolis.'  Now. 
that  took  some  doing,  as  well  as  a  lot  of 
imagination.  On  the  stage  she  was  as  gen- 
erous as  anyone  possibly  could  be.  Her 
generosity  stood  the  test  of  the  sixty  towns 
we  toured.  What's  more,  it  wasn't  con- 
fined to  her  company.  If  one  of  us  com- 
plained, 'We  had  a  poor  audience  tonight,' 
she  would  reply,  'Instead  of  our  having  a 
poor  audience,  we  probably  gave  a  poor 
performance.'  She  was  forever  trying  to 
improve  her  own  acting,  even  up  to  the 
very  last  night  of  the  tour.  From  Katharine 
Hepburn  I  learned  the  value  of  everlasting 
striving,  from  Orson  Welles  the  benefit 
of  boundless  enthusiasm." 

Granting  as  much,  I  could  only  con- 
clude that  Citizen  Cotten  had  made  a  good 
job  of  it.  "Oh,"  was  his  casual  remark, 
"I  never  was  afraid  of  not  getting  along. 
I  knew  darned  near  what  I  wanted  to  do 
when  I  was  fifteen,  and  felt  that  if  I 
worked  and  slugged  away  I  zcoitld  get 
along.  But  don't  imagine  for  a  moment 
that  I  always  managed  to  keep  in  that 
comfortable  frame  of  mind.  Not  by  a  long 
shot !  An  opening  night  on  the  stage  was 
the  worst  experience  of  all.  Every  time 
I  faced  it  I  resolved  to  give  up  the  stage. 
Pictures?  No,  they  didn't  scare  me,  any- 
way at  first.  I  wasn't  at  all  nervous  about 
'Citizen  Kane.'  It  simply  meant  that  I  was 
going  to  be  working  with  old  friends.  And 
though  'Kane'  has  helped  me  most,  done 
more  for  me  than  anything  else,  I  wasn't 
staking  anything  on  a  Hollywood  venture. 
But  I  was  nervous  at  the  prospect  of  work- 
ing with  strangers  in  'Lydia.'  In  fact,  I 
worried  myself  sick  about  it  for  five  weeks 
in  New  York.  It  was  a  good  thing  for 
me  to  have  done,  because  when  I  got  here 
for  that  picture  I  was  so  worn  out  from 
worrying  that  I  couldn't  worry  any  more." 

When  it  was  assumed,  if  only  for  the 
presence  of  Merle  Oberon,  that  "Lydia" 
had  offered  him  a  more  romantic  part  than 
that  of  the  comparative  anchorite  he  had 
played  in  "Citizen  Kane,"  he  agreed:  "Oh, 
quite !  He's  a  young  doctor,  and  very  ro- 
mantic. Not  that  I  should  like  to  keep  on 
playing  that,  or  any  other,  particular  type. 
So  far  as  preference  goes,  I  like  comedy 
better  than  anything  else,  even  though  a 
comedy  part  is  hardest  of  all  to  play.  In 
pictures,  especially  the  romantic  kind, 
there's  always  the  element  of  youth  to  be 
considered.  Movie  actors  are  worshipped, 
but  only  when  they  are  young  people.  The 
one  exception  to  this  rule  that  I  can  think 
of  at  the  moment  is  Lewis  Stone.  Cer- 
tainly, youth  and  romance  are  inseparable 
in  the  movie  world,  so  both  become  largely 
a  matter  of  years.  Of  course,  I  don't  know 
how  long  I'll  last  here.  I'm  now  really  in 
love  with  pictures,  and  I  am  in  Hollywood 
for  a  year,  and  glad  of  it." 

That  brought  Citizen  Cotten  up  to  date 
and  me  to  my  feet.  "You're  not  going  to 
town?"  he  politely  protested. 

From  his  place  there  was  only  one  in- 
dividual who  could  really  go  to  town. 


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Inside  the  Stars'  Homes 

Continued  from  page  8 


Penny  Singleton  (Mrs.  Bob  Sparks)  has  fun  decorating  her  dinner 
table  for  Hallowe'en.  The  pumpkin  centerpiece  is  filled  with  nuts, 
paper  pumpkins  hang  on  each  chair,  and  place-cards  are  the  tradi- 
tional black  cats.  Top  right,  Penny  relaxing  in  her  favorite  corner. 


till  you  see  my  menu !  It  would  be  a  hit  in  Technicolor."  The 
pumpkin  centerpiece  was  filled  with  nuts,  paper  pumpkins  hung 
on  the  back  of  each  chair,  favors  were  witches'  cups  in  orange 
and  black,  filled  with  Hallowe'en  candy,  and  place-cards  were 
black  cats. 

"I'm  serving  baked  ham  with  orange  slices  instead  of  pine- 
apple. Candied  sweet  potatoes  and  yellow  Hubbard  squash  carry 
out  the  color  scheme.  We  will  begin  with  Orange  Frost  Cock- 
tail. Sounds  interesting,  doesn't  it?  It's  actually  a  scoop  of 
orange  sherbet  topped  with  a  maraschino  cherry  and  set  in 
cubed  fruits — oranges,  pineapple  and  peaches." 

You  could,  if  your  Hallowe'en  night  was  chilly,  serve  carrot 
soup  instead  and  still  carry  out  the  correct  color,  Penny  sug- 
gested. She  adds  raw  carrot,  sliced  thin,  to  her  celery  and 
olive  relishes.  Her  salad  is  Chicken  hi  Orange  Aspic,  and  her 


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dessert  Pumpkin  Tarts  with  Butterscotch 
Hard  Sauce. 

CHICKEN  IN  ORANGE  ASPIC 
Pour  y2  cup  cold  water  in  bowl  and 
sprinkle  1  envelope  of  Knox  Gelatine  on 
top  of  water.  Add  V/2  cups  of  hot  broth 
and  stir  until  dissolved ;  then  add  orange 
vegetable  coloring  and  mold  in  slices  of 
chicken.  Season  highly  and  chill.  Garnish 
with  mint  leaves  and  serve. 

PUMPKIN  TARTS  WITH 
BUTTERSCOTCH  SAUCE 
For  the  tarts,  1  cup  Swansdown  flour 
sifted  with  J4  teaspoon  salt  and  chop  into 
it  with  a  pastry  knife  Yj  cup  Crisco;  when 
the  Crisco  is  well  mixed  work  in  slowly 
enough  ice  water  to  make  a  stiff  paste, 
about  4  tablespoons.  Put  in  refrigerator 
and  chill.  Roll  out  on  a  floured  board,  cut 
and  line  muffin  tins.  Crinkle  the  edge  with 
the  fingers  and  fill  with  pumpkin  mixture. 

PUMPKIN  MIXTURE 

2  eggs 

2  cups  mashed  pumpkin 
1  cup  brown  sugar 
1  teaspoon  cinnamon 

teaspoon  cloves 
Yi  teaspoon  ginger 

teaspoon  allspice 

teaspoon  nutmeg 
y2  teaspoon  salt 
\y2  cups  milk 

Beat  the  eggs  and  beat  into  them  the 
steamed  and  mashed  pumpkin  and  the  other 
ingredients  in  turn.  Pour  into  the  muffin 
tins,  set  in  a  moderate  oven  for  ten  min- 
utes ;  reduce  the  heat  and  bake  slowly  for 
twenty-five  minutes. 

BUTTERSCOTCH  SAUCE 
Place  in  a  saucepan  1  cup  brown  sugar, 
4  tablespoons  butter,  1  tablespoon  Heinz 
vinegar,  l/2  cup  water  and  a  few  grains 
of  salt.  Stir  and  cook  until  it  forms  a  soft 
ball  in  cold  water.  Beat  in  a  teaspoon 
Burnett's  vanilla.  Serve  hot  or  cold. 

"If  you  don't  care  for  Hubbard  squash, 
something  different  and  yet  very  Hallow- 
e'enish  is  Carrot  Souffle,"  suggested  Penny. 

CARROT  SOUFFLfi 
For  six  portions  melt  in  a  small  sauce- 
pan Ay2  tablespoons  butter  and  beat  into  it 
with  a  wire  egg  beater  5  tablespoons  sifted 
flour,  mixed  with  a  few  grains  of  cayenne 
pepper.  Beat  until  smooth  and  gradually 
add  a  scant  cup  of  scalded  milk  and  yX 
teaspoon  salt.  Beat  and  cook  until  thick 
and  smooth.  Place  over  hot  water,  add 
1  cup  of  cooked  and  mashed  carrots,  stir 
and  cook  for  one  minute.  Remove  from 
fire  and  beat  in  yolks  of  5  eggs.  Beat  until 
cool.  Half  an  hour  before  serving  beat 
the  mixture  well  and  carefully  fold  in  the 


stiffly  beaten  whites  of  5  eggs,  pour  into 
a  buttered  souffle  dish  and  bake  in  a 
moderate  oven  for  thirty  minutes.  Serve 
as  soon  as  removed  from  the  oven. 

"Another  dessert  that  we  like  that's  ap- 
propriate all  through  the  fall  and  winter 
is  what  we  call  Mincemeat  Apples.  Our 
cook  makes  delicious  mincemeat  and  we 
enjoyed  it  so  much  we  thought  there  should 
be  some  other  way  to  use  it  besides  in 
pie.  You  feel  so  guilty  about  pie  when 
you're  in  pictures,"  she  sighed.  "Anyway, 
we  tried  filling  baked  apples  with  the  stuff, 
and  it's  wonderful !  You  core  the  apples, 
fill  the  centers  with  mincemeat,  put  butter, 
sugar,  and  cinnamon  on  top  and  set  in 
a  pan  with  a  little  water  in  it.  Baste  them 
once  in  a  while  as  they  bake  and  cook 
slowly." 

Down  in  the  nursery  house,  Dorothy 
will  probably  bob  for  apples  with  her  small 
guests.  (Nobody  calls  Penny's  daughter  by 
her  correct  name;  when  she  was  a  baby 
she  had  so  much  trouble  trying  to  say  it 
that  it  came  "Deegee"  and  everyone 
adopted  that  nickname.  Now,  however,  the 
youngster  wants  to  be  called  "Elsie.") 

"Oh,  and  a  drink  the  children  love  is 
KOOL-AID!  Have  you  tried  it?"  Penny 
is  so  enthusiastic  about  everything.  "It 
comes  in  different  flavors,  but  Deegee  likes 
cherry  best ;  it's  a  powder  and  all  you 
do  is  add  sugar  and  water  and  ice.  Of 
course  the  children  like  it  very  sweet." 

The  guests  at  "Pennybob"  will  play  gin 
rummy,  Chinese  checkers,  or  bridge,  or 
they'll  dance  in  the  playroom,  ride  horses 
in  the  moonlight — if  there  happens  to  be 
a  moon — or  try  various  Hallowe'en  stunts. 

"I'm  making  'Go  West,  Young  Lady,'  " 
said  Penny.  "It's  a  sort  of  epic  Western 
and  gives  me  a  chance  to  ride  and  dance 
and  sing.  I'm  mad  about  horses!" 

Penny  is  also  "mad"  about  antiques.  The 
farmhouse  is  an  ideal  setting  for  her 
"finds."  The  only  trouble  is,  she  sighs,  so 
often  she  comes  across  a  perfectly  adorable 
something  that  she  simply  must  have,  and 
has  to  build  a  room  around  it ! 

Her  living  room  has  a  beamed  ceiling, 
deep-set  windows,  white  bricked  walls  and 
huge  brick  fireplace.  Revolutionary  muskets 
from  North  Carolina  hang  above  the  man- 
tel on  which  pewter  mugs  are  set  in  an 
orderly  row.  Daguerreotypes  of  the  Boss' 
family  hang  below  the  muskets.  "That's 
the  classy  side  of  the  family,"  beamed 
Penny.  "Mine's  over  there — "  pointing  to 
the  opposite  wall  where  a  set  of  tiny  pic- 
tures hung  above  a  comfortable  chester- 
field. 

Gleaming  copper  pots  adorn  the  bricked 
sides  of  the  fireplace.  A  grandfather  clock 
ticks  somberly  beyond.  Over  each  window 
are  rows  of  Dutch  plates.  There's  an  an- 
tique spinet  and  a  maple  desk.  All  fruits 
of  Penny's  gleanings. 


What  Carole  Landis  Demands  of  Men! 

Continued  from  page  20 


and  talk  I  noticed,  with  more  than  a  slight 
start  of  surprise,  that  the  bedroom  win- 
dows are  barred,  there  are  Yale  locks  on 
every  door,  by  the  bed  is  a  switch  for 
turning  on  floodlights  out  of  doors !  These 
precautionary  measures  are  understandable 
enough,  the  Landis  being  what  she  so 
curvesomely  is,  big  bad  mans  being  what 
they  so,  ah,  covetously  are — still,  going 
a  bit  too  far,  perhaps — but : 

"The  house,"  Carole  was  saying,  "was 
formerly  owned  and  occupied  by — Edna 
May  Oliver!"  The  precautionary  measures, 
then,  were  taken  by  Edna  May,  NOT  by 
Carole — if  that  isn't  a  black-out  for  the 
book,   you   write   one !    Indeed,    there  is 

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something  about  La  Landis,  being  La 
Landis,  living  in  the  house  of  Edna  May, 
being  Edna  May,  that  is  simply  divine  in 
a  morbid  sort  of  way ! 

"I  say  what  I  'demand'  of  a  man,  ad- 
visedly," Carole  was  continuing,  "because 
the  girls  of  today  do  not  demand  enough 
of  men.  Not  nearly  enough.  The  average 
girl  is  too  easy-going  with  men,  lets  them 
get  away  with  murder,  spoils  them  rotten ! 
I  don't  spoil  men.  I  expect  them  to  spoil 
me!"  (Seems  to  be  successful,  this  point 
of  view.  There  is  an  S.R.O.  nightly 
bidding  for  dates  with  Carole).  "I  couldn't, 
for  instance,  love  a  man  without  an  earn- 
ing capacity.  I  couldn't  love  a  man  with- 


out  a  job,  and — a  good  one.  Oh,  no! 

"In  good,  plain  English,  I  demand  of 
a  man  that  he  support  me  and  in  the 
manner  to  which  I  have  been  accustomed. 
He  must — or  I  couldn't  respect  him.  And 
I  must  have  respect  for  the  man  I  love. 
Not  only  that  but  I  demand  of  a  man 
that  he  demand  respect  from  everybody, 
including  me.  I  demand  that  he  be,  defi- 
nitely, a  man  I  can  look  up  to ;  a  bigger, 
finer,  and  stronger  human  being  than  I 
am.  For  in  spite  of  all  the  smart,  sophisti- 
cated things  that  are  said  and  written 
about  men  and  women  being  'equals,'  pay- 
ing their  way  fifty-fifty  and  all  that — 
it's  the  bunk!  A  man  must  be  superior 
in  practically  everything  in  order  to  in- 
terest or  hold  me. 

"I  know  all  about  the  idea  that  you  can 
be  so  madly  in  love  that  nothing  else 
matters,  but — IT  WILL !  For  the  woman 
who  supports,  or  helps  support  a  man, 
the  day  inevitably  comes  when  she  says, 
or  thinks  the  ugly  words,  'I  am  keeping 
this  man.'  Then  you  have  the  woman  who 
is  bigger  than  the  man.  Then  you  have 
revulsion  and  nausea. 

''I  not  only  demand  of  a  man  that  he 
support  me  but  also,  as  I  said,  as  well  as 
I  can  support  myself.  If  a  man  has  a 
smaller  income  than  mine  and  I  decide 
in  a  burst  of  emotional  something-or-other 
to  live  in  a  little  house,  do  without  things, 
in  order  to  live  within  his  income,  support 
his  dignity — that  won't  do,  either.  Not  for 
long.  Because  it  amounts  to  the  same 
thing — the  woman  being  bigger  than  the 
man.  It's  a'gin  Nature  and  so,  a'gin  hap- 
piness ! 

"All  this  may  sound  very  hard,  very 
cold-boiled  and  modern,"  Carole  said,  "it 
isn't,  really,  not  at  all.  It's  really  old- 
fashioned  and  reactionary !  What  I'm 
really  demanding  is  a  sturdy  oak  to  which, 
or  to  whom,  I  can  be  a  very  clinging  vine. 
And  I'm  not  being  unkind  to  men,  either, 
since  normal  men  are  happier  being  sturdy 
oaks  than  not. 

"I  demand  that  a  man  be  older  than 
I.  Fifteen  years  older,  at  least.  I'm  twenty- 
two,  which  means  that  the  man  for  my 
money  must  be  thirty-seven  or  eight. 
When  I'm  thirty-two,  he'll  be  fifty-seven. 
How  about  that,  you  say?  I  say,  'Fine 
about  that.'  Look  at  Diana  and  Bill  Powell. 
I  don't  know  any  happier  couple  in  Holly- 
wood. It's  because  the  man  has  Youth, 
which  all  men  prize  above  all  else.  And 
the  girl  has  got  the  man  she  can  look 
up  to,  and  respect.  Which  all  really  femi- 
nine women  prize  above  all  else.  For  you 
can  have  love,  a  dime  a  dozen,  but  if  it 
isn't  topped  with  respect,  it  isn't  worth 
the  dime. 

"I  hate  Youth,  I  can't  stand  Youth,  I'm 
sure  there  are  some  charming  youngsters 
of  my  own  age,  but  I  haven't  gone  out 
with  them  yet.  Besides,  girls  mature  so 
much  more  quickly  than  men.  A  girl  of 
twenty-two  is  the  equivalent  of  a  man 
in  his  thirties.  I  loathe  to  go  out  with 
stripling  lads  who,  in  order  to  impress, 
hail  waitresses  as  'Hulloa,  lover.'  I  loathe 
driving  about  in  cars  all  hopped  up  with 
spots  and  things.  I  despise  going  90  miles 
an  hour  in  order  to  make  a  daredevil 
impression  and — mince-meat  of  yourself. 
I  admit  that  I  definitely  prefer  a  man 
with  a  good  car.  A  silly  old  car  is  very 
unhappy.  And  if  a  man  has  the  qualities 
I'm  so  carefully  enumerating,  he's  got  a 
good  car ! 

"I  demand  a  sense  of  humor  in  any 
man  in  my  life.  Cesar  Romero,  for  ex- 
ample, has  a  wonderful  sense  of  humor, 
plus  a  wonderful  quality  of  humility.  He 
makes  fun  of  his  face.  Calls  himself  'Cow- 
Face.'  He  doesnt  think  he  is  the  Great 
Adonis,  as  so  many  actors  do. 

"Franchot  Tone  has  a  divine  sense  of 
humor.     Hollywood     practically  turned 


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hand-springs  a  few  months  ago  over  'the 
Change'  in  Franchot.  Over  bars,  at  parties, 
on  sound  stages,  over  the  counter  at 
Schwabs  Drugstore,  at  the  races  and  in 
print,  people  wondered,  what's  happened 
to  Franchot?  A  dozen  different  versions 
were  given,  including  one  that  set  forth 
that  /  had  changed  him.  Flattering,  but 
fallacious.  The  real  low-down  is  that  Fran- 
chot sat  himself  down  one  night  in  New 
York,  did  one  of  those  Rochester-talking- 
to-himself-in-the-mirror  turns.  He  said  to 
his  reflection,  'You've  a  dull  disposition, 
my  boy,  let's  face  it,  let's  break  through 
and  have  some  fun,  let's  go  back  to  Holly- 
wood, quit  being  snooty,  laugh  and  make 
mad  and  merry.'  He  came  back  to  Holly- 
wood. He  broke  through.  But  the  point 
is  that  he  had  a  sense  of  humor  about 
himself.  He  had  the  very  rare  ability  of 
being  able  to  see  himself  as  others  saw 
him.  Another  nice  thing  about  Franchot, 
as  about  Cesar,  is  that  he  is  always  so 
moderate,  so  restrained.  No  ear-marks  of 
The  Actor,  not  an  ear-mark.  I  used  to 
watch  him  when  I  first  came  to  Holly- 
wood, when  he  was  still  married  to  Joan 
Crawford  and  I'd  think,  what  a  lucky 
girl !  I  still  say  that  any  girl  who  gets 
Franchot  will  be  a  lucky  girl.  I  think  it 
would  be  very  pleasant  indeed  to  be  mar- 
ried to  Franchot. 

"I  demand,  I  very  definitely  demand, 
that  when  I  go  out  with  an  actor  he  re- 
frain from  talking  about  himself  or  his 
Work,  all  evening.  And  if  you  don't  think 
this  is  a  reasonable  demand,  it's  only  be- 
cause you  have  never  taken  up  going  out 
with  actors  as  a  pastime.  Never  with  Fran- 
chot or  with  Cesar  do  you  hear  the  actor's 
favorite  line,  'I've  got  a  big  day  tomorrow, 
will  you  cue  me?'  Whereupon  they  hand 
you  a  script  and  you  pass  a  stimulating 
evening  feeding  them  lines.  If  girls  could 
know  what  some  of  my  'gay,  night-club 
evenings'  have  really  been  like — sitting 
opposite  some  large,  impressive  ham,  cuing 
him,  believe  me,  girls,  'will  you  cue  me?' 
is  about  as  impassioned  as  some  of  them 
ever  get ! 

"I  demand  manners  in  a  man — quite 
perfect  manners.  Something  girls  demand 
much  too  little  of,  these  days.  Franchot 
and  Cesar  have  perfect  manners.  So  have 
Gene  Markey  and  Cedric  Gibbons.  They 
are  such  perfect  gentlemen  —  an  over- 
worked, dated,  slightly  corny  expression, 
I  know,  but  it  fits  these  men  perfectly, 
like  gloves.  I  can  only  say  that  if  more 
men  in  this  town  would  take  a  few  pages 
from  their  books,  there'd  be  happier  girls, 
more  idyllic  romances  in  the  old  home- 
town. 

"What  I  mean  is :  when  we  go  out, 
any  one  of  these  men  and  I,  there  is 
always  a  corsage  and  always  the  right 
kind  of  a  corsage.  I  don't  know  how  they 
do  it.  They  seem  to  be  psychic  about  what 
color  gown  I'll  wear,  what  flowers  will 
go  best  with  it.  Always  flowers  at  the 
house,  too,  such  beautiful  flowers,  always 
a  seventh  sense  about  just  when  they  be- 
gin to  wilt,  and  more  arrive — it's  living 
in  a  perennial  garden,  romancing  with 
men  such  as  these.  They  never  say  'meet 
me  at  such-and-such  a  place  for  dinner' 
— not  they.  They  always  call  for  me  no 
matter  how  informally  we're  dining,  no 
matter  whether  they  are  working  and  I 
am  not,  or  the  other  way  around. 

"One  little  thing  Franchot  does  always 
bowls  me  over  when  we're  dining  out,  at 
Ciro's,  at  the  Brown  Derby,  or  wherever, 
and  I  go  to  the  Powder  Room,  he  never 
lets  me  go  alone,  always  escorts  me,  al- 
ways waits  for  me,  takes  me  back  to  our 
table,  pulls  out  my  chair  for  me,  and 
then  sits  down  himself.  If  you  are  in 
pictures,  which  means  that  your  face  is 
known,  and  have  ever  tried  to  battle  your 
way  through  a  public  place,  waylaid  at 


every  other  table  by  too  convivial 
strangers,  you  have  some  idea  of  what  this 
thoughtfulness — believe  me,  gentlemen,  this 
rare  thoughtfulness,  means. 

"I  have  been  out  with  men.  have  taken 
out  a  cigarette,  have  pounded  it  on  the 
back  of  my  hand  until  it  was  pulverized 
before  my  escort  came  to  and  lighted  it 
for  me.  Not  so  with  Cesar  or  Franchot, 
Cedric  or  Gene — the  minute  you  reach  for 
your  case,  their  lighters  are  out  —  they 
have  the  rarest  quality  a  man  can  possess, 
I  think,  they  not  only  grant  wishes,  they 
anticipate  them. 

"And  Romance,  speaking  of  Romance — 
ah,  there's  something  I  do  demand — there's 
something  else  there's  too  little  of  in  these 
days  of  'Hi,  ya,  Toots,  how's  doings?' 
and  slaps  on  the  .fanny  and  all  the  de- 
testable camaraderie  which  never  should 
exist  between  the  sexes.  I  want  Mystery. 
I  want  more  of  the  mood  and  atmosphere 
Charles  Boyer  creates  when  he  makes 
love — on  the  screen,  don't  be  silly !  I  want, 
in  fact,  I  demand  that  men  give  glamor 
to  me  as,  presumably,  they  expect  me  to 
give  it  to  them. 

"Nothing  is  more  conducive  to  Romance 
than  a  very,  very  lovely  dinner  in  a  man's 
home,  the  home  of  a  man  who  interests 
you.  To  sit  and  talk,  in  a  pool  of  quiet, 
uninterrupted  and  alone,  to  find  out  about 
each  other.  Romance  comes  like  this — you 
can  go  out  to  night-clubs  for  months  and 
never  really  know  each  other.  It  is  im- 
portant, besides,  to  see  a  man  in  his  own 
home,  see  how  he  lives.  The  condition  of 
a  man's  home  reflects  the  man.  Gene 
Markey's  house,  for  example,  Cedric  Gib- 
bons', Matty  Fox's  —  always  in  perfect 
order,  flowers,  the  right  things  for  drinks 
— pop  in  unexpectedly  and  you  can  always 
have  a  perfect  dinner,  perfectly  served. 

"Knowledge  in  a  man  is  very  important. 
From  Cedric  Gibbons,  for  example,  I 
learned  a  lot  about  interior  decorating. 
From  Gene  Markey  I  learned  a  terrific 
lot  about  the  stage  and  screen.  From 
Franchot  I  learned  about  classical  music, 
opera.  I  adore  men  I  can  learn  from. 
And  they  never  make  me  feel  that  I 
don't  know,  never  make  me  feel  stupid 
or  inferior.  They  make  it  seem  as  though 
we  are  sharing  an  experience  together. 
Their  teaching  is  too  subtle  to  be  em- 
barrassing. Cedric  gave  me  two  Chinese 
altar  figures  for  my  living  room.  Very 
clever  of  him  because  they  suggested,  with- 
out any  word  from  him,  what  the  tone 
of  the  living  room  should  be — there  fol- 
lowed, like  rhythmic  notes,  the  mandarin 
red  divan,  the  puce  covered  chairs  and 
rug,  the  leopard  skin  cushions.  Gene 
Markey  gives  me  books  of  plays  to  read, 
books  about  the  theater ;  he  talks  to  me 
about  the  theater  and  gives  me  the  feeling 
zve  are  talking  about  it.  Franchot  took 
me  to  my  first  opera.  I  knew  nothing  about 
operatic  music  and,  frankly,  I  expected 
to  be  bored  to  a  welcome  death.  But 
throughout  the  evening,  in  his  nice,  quiet 
way,  Franchot  explained  it  all  to  me  so 
that  I  was  sharing  the  experience  with 
him,  and  loving  it.  The  point  is,  you 
get  a  Point  of  View  from  men  like  these — 
savoir  fair? — you  know  what  goes  on. 

"And  that's  very  much  what  I  demand 
of  a  man,  that  savoir  fairc.  that  civilized 
point  of  view,  the  little  things  they  do 
that  mark  them  as  beautifully  civilized 
human  beings.  Cedric,  for  instance — even 
though  I  hadn't  seen  Cedric  for  a  month, 
come  last  Easter  and  this  beautiful,  enor- 
mous plant  for  me,  one  for  my  mother, 
too — that's  the  kind  of  thing.  So  many 
men  give  you  a  huge  orchid  when  they 
see  you,  when  they're  taking  you  out — but 
only  when  and  then — it's  the  difference 
between  using  a  cheap  toilet  water  that 
evaporates  immediately  after  using  and  a 
fine,  French  perfume  that  lingers  on. 


72 


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"It's  the  way  a  man  orders  dinner  at 
table — the  man  who  can  suggest  food — 
'here  they  have  something  very  fine' — then 
orders  it  cooked  the  right  way,  served 
the  right  way.  It's  a  man's  manner  with 
the  head  waiter ;  it's  the  man  who  never 
shows  off,  never  goes  table-hopping.  I 
can't  BEAR  the  smart-alecs  who  show 
off,  who  over-tip;  who,  when  they  go 
out  to  their  car,  give  it  the  'here,  Bud!' 
the  flash  of  the  roll,  the  give-aways. 

"It's  the  man  who  never  boasts  about 
his  conquests.  I  can't  BEAR  men  who 
talk  to  a  woman  about  other  women,  girls 
they  have  been  out  with,  casually  crude 
references  to  Big  Names.  No  gentleman 
speaks  to  a  woman  of  other  romances,  love 
affairs,  dates  or  anything  similar. 

"I  demand  that  men  flatter  me,  yes — but 
also  with  savoir  faire.  I  demand  that  they 
notice  my  clothes.  The  men  I  go  out 
with  do  both.  Franchot  will  say,  'You 
look  beautiful  tonight,  dear' — but,  that  is 
not  all.  That  is  only  the  beginning.  He 
will  then  tell  me  why  I  look  beautiful. 
He'll  point  out  why  he  likes  what  I'm 
wearing.  'I  like  that  color  combination,' 
he'll  say,  or  'I  like  your  hair  in  that  all- 
round-the-head  pompadour,  it  adds  dignity 
to  beauty.'  Or  Gene  will  say,  'You  know, 
you  have  very  good  taste' — and  you  sort 
of  purr  inside  because  you  know  that  you 
are  'right'.  They  give  you  a  terrific  in- 
centive to  look  your  best,  men  like  these, 
men  of  the  world— because  they  have  ter- 
rific taste  in  women's  clothes.  They  can 
tell,  at  a  glance,  whether  you  have  on 
one  more  piece  of  costume  jewelry  than 
necessary  or  in  good  taste.  They  all  like 
simplicity. 

''Clothes  are  very  important  in  a  man, 
too.  Clothes  are  as  important  for  a  man 
as  for  a  woman.  So  that  another  of  my 
demands  is  that  a  man  be  a  well-dressed 
man.  I  loathe  big,  phoney  rubies  in  the 


middle  of  a  dress  shirt.  A  red  bow  with 
dinner  clothes,  a  red  handkerchief — sick- 
ening. The  man  who  wears  black  shoes 
with  a  tan  suit,  abominable.  I  can't  stand 
men  who  wear  open-neck  shirts  unless  it 
is  for  sportswear  or  for  actors  going  to 
work. 

"I  like  it  when  men  are  good  dancers. 
It  helps.  (Cesar,  of  course,  is  wishful- 
thinking-come-true,  on  a  dance  floor.)  But 
it's  not  a  demand.  Dancing  is  something 
you  can  always  do  with  someone  else. 

"I  like  a  man  to  be  jealous — up  to  a 
point.  Not  the  'who  was  that  you  spoke 
to?'  brand.  Not  the  kind  that,  if  you 
dance  with  someone  three  times  in  an 
evening,  lets  you  in  for  night-long  ex- 
planations. Or,  if  you  are  five  minutes 
in  the  Powder  Room,  the  Bureau  of  Miss- 
ing Persons  is  informed.  But  I  do  want 
a  man  to  feel  the  basic,  possessive  jealousy 
which  makes  a  woman  know  he  wants  her 
for  himself  alone.  A  man  who  is  not 
jealous  at  all  is  either  an  egomaniac  or — 
very  dull. 

"And,"  Carole  said,  with  a  more  or  less 
concluding  air,  "a  man  who  understands — 
understands  my  work,  I  mean,  that  is  all- 
important.  That  is  why  my  marriage  with 
Willis  Hunt  broke  up.  Because  there  was 
no  understanding.  There  can't  be  under- 
standing, I  fear,  between  an  actress  and 
a  non-professional.  So  that,  while  I  don't 
demand  of  a  man  that  he  be  an  actor,  if 
I'm  smart  and  have  learned  my  lesson 
I  will  demand  that  he  be  somehow  in  the 
business. 

"Willis  couldn't  understand  why  I  had 
to  be  up  at  five  in  the  morning — 'but, 
darling,  I  have  to  be  on  the  set  at  eight 
o'clock.'  I'd  explain,  'before  that  time,  I 
have  to  do  make-up,  hair,  be  in  costume' — 
over  and  over  and  OVER.  I'd  make  that 
explanation.  No  dice.  No  savvy !  He 
couldn't  understand  why,  when  I  got  home 


at  six  or  seven,  I'd  want  to  go  to  bed. 
He  would  visit  me  on  the  set,  catch  me 
sitting  down  between  scenes,  perhaps,  or 
even  lying  down  in  my  portable  dressing- 
room.  He'd  say,  'but  I  saw  you  resting 
for  half  an  hour  today,  you  probably  do 
that  several  times  a  day — why  should  you 
be  tired?'  Failing  to  realize,  as  Cesar  or 
Gene  or  Franchot  would  realize,  that  while 
you  are  'sitting'  you  are  probably  thinking 
of  lines,  figuring  out  what  you  will  do 
with  the  next  scene,  worrying  about  what 
you  haven't  done  with  the  last  scene. 

"He  couldn't  understand  why  I  had  to 
make  a  personal  appearance  tour  shortly 
after  our  marriage.  'You're  NOT  going,' 
he  said.  I  tried  to  explain  that  I  didn't 
think  it  up,  that  when  the  studio  says  we 
go  on  a  personal  appearance  we  go  on 
a  P.A.  and  have  not  a  word  to  say  about 
it.  Ensued  weeks  of  frantic,  hectic  fruitless 
argument  which  could  not  have  taken  place 
had  I  been  married  to  a  man  in  the  pro- 
fession. 

"Then,  before  our  marriage,  which  was 
just  after  the  premiere  of  'Turnabout,'  pic- 
tures were  snapped  of  us  whenever  we  ap- 
peared together  in  public.  Pictures  with  my 
fiance  made  'good  publicity.'  But  after  our 
marriage — well,  'just  a  husband'  isn't  good 
publicity,  unless  the  husband  has  a  pro- 
fessional name  of  his  own.  It  got  to  be 
'do  you  mind  stepping  aside,  sir.  while  we 
photograph  Miss  Landis  with  Mr.  Mature, 
Mr.  Menjou,'  whoever  it  happened  to  be, 
so  long  as  it  was  an  Actor,  a  Name.  Bill 
found  himself  being  cast  in  the  'Mr.  Carole 
Landis'  role — he  didn't  care  for  that, 
naturally  enough.  But  what  could  he  do 
about  it?  What  could  I  do  about  it?  What 
could  anybody  do  about  it — except  just 
what  we  did ! 

"Another  state  of  affairs  which  couldn't 
exist  if  I  were  married  to  a  man  such 
as  any  one  of  the  men  I  have  married — 


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states  of  affairs,  all  of  them,  which  an- 
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and  I  are  divorcing.  So  that,  for  the  man's 
sake,  as  well  as  my  own,  I  must  demand 
that  a  man  have  a  certain  amount  of 
standing,  name,  prestige. 


"And  that's  my  man-map."  Carole  said, 
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Solving  the  Bette  Davis — u  Little  Foxes 
Walk-Out  Mystery! 


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Of  course,  knee-deep  in  all  this  wonder- 
ful mystery  I  began  to  purr  like  a  cat  in 
a  bed  of  catnip.  I  couldn't  have  been  hap- 
pier. Why  did  Bette  Davis  walk  out  of 
"The  Little  Foxes?"  Who  would  she  like 
to  murder  if  she  was  the  kind  of  dame 
who  went  in  for  murder?  That  was  much 
more  exciting  than  who  put  the  body  in 
the  Colonel's  library  in  Agatha  Christie's 
latest. 

I  knew  that  Bette  wanted  very  much  to 
play  the  evil,  scheming  Rcgina  in  Lillian 
Hellman's  "The  Little  Foxes"  because  I 
was  with  her  when  she  first  heard  that 
Goldwyn  had  bought  the  play  and  wanted 
her  to  play  in  the  picture.  We  were  at 
La   Quinta,   a   desert   resort   near  Palm 
Springs,  and  Bette  was  learning  French 
for  her  part  in  "All  This,  and  Heaven 
Too,"  and  I  was  working  on  a  Garbo  mys- 
tery. Miss  Greta  had  just  given  Eddie,  a 
waiter,  a  twenty-dollar  bill,  and  I  was 
trying  to  figure  out  how  she  could  have  a 
reputation  of  a  pinch-penny,  and  still  do 
nice  things  like  that.  But  anyway — Bette 
was  as  excited  as  a  school  girl  at  her  first 
prom.  "Regina  is  a  wonderful  part,"  she 
said.  "I've  read  the  play  and  I  think  it  is 
one  of  the  great  plays  of  all  time,  and  it 
certainly  should  make  an  amazing  picture. 
Lillian  Hellman  is  extraordinary.  I've  never 
known  a  character  to  be  so  consistent  as 
Rcgina.  Miss  Hellman's  heavies  are  not 
dyed  in  the  wool  villainesses — they  have  a 
sense  of  humor.  I  admire  her  enormously. 
And  I  can't  wait  to  start  on  Regina.  Of 
course,"  she  added,  thoughtfully,  "Tallulah 
Bankhead  really  should  play  the  part.  She 
created  the  role  on  the  stage,  and  she  should 
do  it  on  the  screen."  Yes,  I  knew  that  Bette 
really  wanted  to  sink  her  pretty  little  teeth 
into  Regina. 

Well,  Bette  returned  to  the  studio,  after 
a  three  weeks  absence,  thereby  making  a 
liar  out  of  a  lot  of  gossip-mongers.  And 
you  can  be  sure  that  shortly  afterwards  I 
was  snooping  around  playing  Philo  Vance 
with  the  wardrobe  girls,  the  hairdressers, 
the  property  men,  all  those  people  who 
know  so  much  and  tell  so  little.  "I  talk, 
too,"  said  Bette,  appearing  from  behind 
something  done  in  red  plush  which  the 
Southerners  of  1900  must  have  thought  hot 
stuff,  and  taking  me  completely  by  sur- 
prise, "ask  me  something."  I  followed  her 
into  her  dressing  room  on  the  set,  and  got 
myself  invited  to  lunch.  A  decided  come- 
down for  Miss  Davis,  as  she  had  had  Som- 
erset Maugham  for  her  luncheon  guest  the 
day  before.  But  at  least  I  have  seen  all 
of  Miss  Davis'  pictures,  while  Mr. 
Maugham  admitted  that  he  had  only  seen 
"The  Letter,"  and  that  because  it  was 
shown  to  him  alone  in  a  private  projection 
room. 

Before  I  start  shooting  questions  at 
Bette  it  might  be  interesting  to  go  into  a 
bit  of  the  background  of  "The  Little 
Foxes."  Sam  Goldwyn  did  all  right  with 
"These  Three"  (starring  Merle  Oberon, 
Miriam  Hopkins  and  Joel  McCrea)  which 
he  adapted  from  Lillian  Hellman's  success- 
ful "The  Children's  Hour,"  so  when  his 
favorite  playwright  tossed  off  another  sen- 
sationally popular  New  York  play  Gold- 
wyn was  all  for  buying  it.  The  fact  that  it 


wasn't  just  boy  meets  girl  goo,  and  that 
its  leading  characters  were  quite  unattrac- 
tive people,  didn't  dismay  Mr.  Goldwyn 
in  the  least.  When  he  bought  the  play  (it 
was  understood  that  he  couldn't  make  it 
into  a  picture  until  it  had  had  a  three  year 
run  on  Broadway  and  the  road)  he  started 
finagling  right  away  for  Bette  Davis  to 
play  the  Tallulah  Bankhead  part.  (Why 
wasn't  Tallulah  given  the  part  she  had 
created  so  magnificently  on  the  stage?  Be- 
cause— in  Hollywood — pictures  have  to 
have  a  "name.")  Now  the  Warner 
Brothers  own  Bette's  contract,  and  they're 
not  at  all  nice  about  loaning  her  out — after 
all,  she's  their  biggest  box  office  star  and 
why  should  they  go  around  helping  out 
less  fortunate  producers  who  haven't  got 
a  Bette  Davis ! 

But  if  the  Warner  Brothers  have  a  Bette 
Davis,  Sam  Goldwyn  has  a  Gary  Cooper, 
and  the  Warners  were  very  anxious  to 
have  Gary  play  Alvin  York' in  "Sergeant 
York,"  and  so  Goldwyn  and  the  Brothers 
talked  things  over.  (And  thank  goodness, 
as  it  would  have  been  a  crime  to  have  any- 
one else  but  Gary  play  Alvin  York — he's 
that  perfect.)  Well,  anyway,  it  gives  vou  a 
rough  idea  of  how  things  are  done  in  Holly- 
wood. 

I  always  like  to  see  a  human  being,  and 
Bette  Davis  is  a  human  being,  get  the  last 
laugh.  I  am  sure  that  Bette  must  have  sat 
down  on  that  red  plush  on  "The  Little 
Foxes"  set  one  day  and  laughed  so  loud 
that  she  popped  a  string  in  Rcgina s  old- 
fashioned  corset.  It  seems  that  ten  years 
ago  when  Bette  Davis,  after  a  hard  strug- 
gle, finally  landed  on  Broadway  in  "Broken 
Dishes,''  her  first  successful  play,  Goldwvn 
saw  a  picture  of  her  in  the  paper  and  wired 
his  New  York  representative  to  have  a 
test  made  of  her — he  needed  a  leading 
woman  for  Ronald  Colman  in  "Raffles." 
Bette  was  shoved  in  front  of  a  camera  at 
the  Paramount  Astoria  studio  early  one 
morning  and  told  to  act — without  any 
make-up  or  knowledge  of  the  screen  When 
the  test  was  run  off  for  Goldwyn  in  his 
private  projection  room  in  Hollywood  he 
thundered,  "Who  wasted  my  time  with  that 
one!"  Ten  years  later,  which  isn't  so  long 
to  wait  for  a  laugh,  Sam  Goldwyn  paid  our 
Miss  Bette  $150,000  to  play  in  one  of  his 
pictures — and,  incidentally,  it  is  the  shortest 
part  that  Bette  has  played  on  the  screen 
since  she  got  started.  A  delicious  revenge, 
I'll  say. 

"You  once  asked  me  my  most  frighten- 
ing- experience,"  Bette  said,  diving  into  a 
vegetable  salad  and  an  egg  sandwich.  "I'm 
a  little  late,  but  I've  got  one  for  you  now. 
You  can't  imagine  how  frightened  I  felt 
that  first  day  when  I  walked  on  the  set  and 
met  the  cast  for  the  first  time.  It's  a  New 
York  cast,  you  know,  except  for  Herbert 
Marshall  and  myself,  all  wonderful,  pro- 
fessional actors  who  have  been  on  Broad- 
way or  on  tour  with  the  play  for  the  past 
three  years — Patricia  Collinge,  Charles 
Dingle,  Carl  Benton  Reid,  Teresa  Wright, 
Dan  Duryea.  I  felt  awkward,  and  inex- 
perienced, and  ill  at  ease,  and  I  could  just 
hear  them  saying  to  themselves,  'How  can 
that  twerp  play  Rcgina  f  That's  Hollywood 
for  you.  It's,  a  Bankhead  role,  and  needs  a 


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Bankhead.'  Well,  the  funny  thing  about  it 
was  that  several  weeks  later  I  invited  them 
all  out  to  my  house  for  dinner,  and  over 
the  cocktails  I  told  them  how  frightened  I 
had  been  of  them  that  first  day.  'Well,  how- 
do  you  think  we  felt?'  said  Charles  Dingle. 
'It  was  our  first  picture.  We  knew  nothing 
about  camera  angles,  lighting,  etc.  And  you 
a  famous  star — believe  me,  we  were  more 
frightened  of  you  than  you  could  have  been 
of  us !'  " 

Before  Bette  could  prattle  on  any  more 
about  the  wonders  of  stage  people  I  pinned 
her  down  to  that  mysterious  three  weeks 
that  had  caused  such  a  commotion  West  of 
the  Rockies.  No,  it  wasn't  a  baby.  "If  I 
were  going  to  have  a  baby,"  said  Bette,  "I 
would  be  so  proud  of  it  I  certainly  wouldn't 
deny  it"  And  Bette  wouldn't,  I  know. 
She's  much  too  honest  and  sincere  for  that. 
Xo,  it  wasn't  husband  trouble,  either.  "One 
columnist  called  me  after  dinner  one  night," 
Bette  said,  "and  swore  that  he  -had  definite 
inside  information  that  my  husband  had 
moved  all  his  luggage  and  walked  out  of 
the  house  that  night.  I  told  him  that  Mr. 
Farnsworth  was  in  the  living  room  in  his 
bedroom  slippers,  reading  the  papers,  and 
showed  no  signs  of  walking  any  place  that 
night."  There  were  dozens  of  other  calls. 
"When  they  started  calling  me  at  three  in 
the  morning,  then  I  got  mad."  The  reason 
she  went  to  Laguna  with  her  family — 
Laguna  is  a  seaside  resort  about  two  hours 
from  Hollywood — was  because  her  husband 
had  to  go  to  Minneapolis  on  a  business  trip. 

Xo,  she  didn't  have  a  big  fight  with  Sam 
Goldwyn  and  walk  out  of  his  picture.  "A 
contract  is  a  contract,"  she  said  with  a 
knowing  laugh — "and  why  should  I  walk 
out  when  I  still  think  Rcgina  is  a  wonder- 
ful part?" 

Xo,  she  didn't  have  a  battle  royal  with 
director  William  Wyler.  He  has  directed 
two  of  her  pictures,  "Jezebel"  and  "The 
Letter,"  and  she  thinks  he's  wonderful. 
There  was  bickering,  she  admits.  And  a 
little  screaming  too.  But  that's  nothing 
new  for  Bette.  She's  rabid  on  the  subject 
of  make-up,  or  rather  the  lack  of  make-up, 
and  I'm  sure  that  if  she  received  any  criti- 
cism from  the  director  regarding  her  e}-e- 
lashes,  or  any  part  of  her  make-up,  then 
she  let  him  have  it  good.  A  good  fight 
in  a  picture  is  like  old  home  week  for 
Bette — but  she  and  the  director  settle  all 
differences  before  she  goes  home  that 
night.  She  isn't  the  sulking  type. 

I  checked  with  the  studio,  and  at  no 
time  were  Katharine  Hepburn  or  Miriam 
Hopkins  contacted  for  the  role  of  Rcgina. 
Xaturally  they  did  not  make  any  tests.  The 
Goldwyn  company  was  not  the  least  bit 
upset  when  Bette  took  three  weeks  off  be- 
cause there  are  dozens  of  scenes  in  the 
picture,  especially  the  romance  scenes  with 
Teresa  Wright  and  Richard  Carlson,  in 
which  Bette  doesn't  appear.  As  Tallulah 
Bankhead  told  Bette  when  they  met  in 
Cleveland,  "Rcgina  is  actually  the  shortest 
part  in  the  play.  The  difficulty  is  keeping 
Rcgina  in  key  in  such  a  short  time."  How 
does  Bette  like  playing  the  smallest  part 
she's  had  since  George  Arliss  "discovered" 
her  for  Warner  Brothers?  She  likes  it  fine. 
As  Mary  Astor,  James  Stephenson  (his 
death  was  sudden  and  shocking),  Jack  Car- 
son, and  many  others  who  have  played  in 
pictures  with  Bette  will  tell  you,  "She  gives 
everybody  a  break.  She's  no  screen  hog." 

Okay  then,  why  did  Bette  Davis  stay 
away  from  "The  Little  Foxes"  set  for  three 
solid  weeks?  For  the  very  simple  reason 
that  she  was  sick — she  was  on  the  verge  of 
a  collapse.  She  made  two  pictures  at  War- 
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and  "The  Bride  Came  C.O.D.,"  the  latter 
being  particularly  exhausting  as  it  was 
made  on  location  in  the  desert  and  every- 
one had  to  be  made  up  and  ready  to  act 
by  four  in  the  morning  to  get  the  right 
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iarm  in  New  England,  and  was  just  about 
to  enjoy  a  rest  there  with  her  new  husband 
when  Warner  Brothers  hit  upon  the  bril- 
liant idea  of  holding  the  premiere  of  "The 
Great  Lie"  in  a  near-by  town  and  bringing 
up  carloads  of  the  Eastern  Press  to  help 
her  celebrate  her  birthday.  What  with  the 
premiere  and  the  birthday  celebrations 
Bette  was  nearly  a  wreck.  Then  she  got 
a  phone  call  from  Willie  Wyler  telling  her 
to  see  the  road  company  of  "The  Little 
Foxes" — so  she  drove  from  New  England 
to  Cleveland,  where  she  saw  the  plav  and 
met  Tallulah  Bankhead  backstage.  "I  hope 
you'll  be  more  successful  than  I  am,"  said 
Tallulah,  "two  nights  ago  I  was  waiting 
for  a  cab  when  I  heard  a  very  enlightening 
conversation.  'Who  is  this  Lula  Blackhead?' 
one  man  at  the  paper  stand  asked  another. 
'She's  the  new  strip  tease  dancer,'  said  the 


guy,  'she  does  it  with  silver  foxes.' " 

So  Bette  was  just  plumb  tuckered  out 
before  she  went  into  production.  And  of 
course  the  picture  had  to  get  off  to  a  good 
blazing  start  with  the  most  unseasonable 
weather  Hollywood  has  ever  had.  Stage  8 
at  the  Goldwyn  studio  was  a  furnace. 
When  they  poured  Bette  into  an  old- 
fashioned  bone  corset,  a  corset  cover,  a 
bustle,  and  all  the  other  horrible  things  that 
chic  women  of  the  1900's  wore,  poor  Bette 
nearly  fainted  dead  away.  "Fun's  fiin,"  said 
Bette,  "but  I've  got  to  have  some  air  before 
Regina  throws  me." 

Well,  now  that  that  mystery  is  solved,  I 
can  go  back  to  my  detective  stories.  I  know 
who  put  that  body  in  the  Colonel's  library, 
Agatha  Christie,  you  can't  fool  me.  If  tlie 
police  are  in  need  of  an  astute  detective, 
I'm  ready  and  willing  to  serve. 


Actor  folks  like  Robert  Preston  and  Nancy  Kelly  get  all  fagged  out  after  a 
terrific  emotional  bout,  so  they  stop  to  refuel  their  emoting  equipment  with 
a  long,  cool  drink.  It  sure  hits  the  spot!  They're  in  "Parachute  Battalion." 


Hollywood  Makes  the  Army  Laugh 


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right — so  I  go  to  bed  when  I  get  home." 

And  so,  we  who  know  the  Hollywood 
stars  weren't  the  least  bit  surprised  when 
they  suddenly  took  over  the  entertainment 
of  the  soldiers  in  the  various,  army  camps 
in  California.  I  can't  think  of  any  people 
who  crave,  or  need,  entertainment  more 
than  the  thousands  of  homesick  boys  who 
are  now  in  training  in  Uncle  Sam's  army. 
The  U.S.O.,  under  the  capable  leadership 
of  New  York's  District  Attorney  Dewey, 
is  now  engaged  in  brightening  up  things 
for  the  boys,  but  the  movie  stars  were  even 
ahead  of  Dewey  in  realizing  that  some- 
thing must  be  done  to  help  keep  up  the 
morale  of  the  draftees — and  there's  noth- 
ing better  for  perking  up  the  morale  than 
a  good  shot  of  entertainment. 

Every  week-end  a  bunch  of  stars  climb 
into  buses  or  cars  and  drive  to  an  army 


camp  where  sometime  during  the  night  or 
afternoon  they  put  on  a  show.  But  so  far 
there  has  been  only  one  "glamor  junket" 
which  took  place  a  few  week-ends  back, 
and  which  was  such  a  great  success  with 
the  boys  that  there's  bound  to  be  more. 
The  "glamor  junket"  to  Camp  Hunter  Leg- 
gett  and  Fort  Ord  was  arranged  by  popu- 
lar agent  Charlie  Feldman,  and  on  it  were 
Jack  Benny  and  Alary  Livingstone,  Clau- 
dette  Colbert.  Marlene  Dietrich,  Joan 
Blondell  and  Dick  Powell,  George  Burns 
and  Gracie  Allen,  Virginia  O'Brien,  Carole 
Landis,  Georgie  Jessel,  Ray  Bolger,  Roches- 
ter, the  Nicholas  Brothers,  the  Ritz  Broth- 
ers, the  Warner  Brothers  Sextette,  and 
Young's  band.  Quite  an  array  of  talent. 
I'll  say.  The  "troupe"  got  on  the  train  at 
the  Glendale  station,  and  at  a  disgustingly 
earlv  hour,  and  immediately  made  a  mad 


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dash  for  coffee  in  the  dining  car — thereby 
throwing  a  gang  of  Girl  Scouts  on  their 
way  to  summer  camp  right  smack  into 
seventh  heaven.  They  arrived  at  San  Luis 
Obispo  at  one  o'clock  where  they  were  met 
by  officers  from  Camp  Hunter  Leggett  who 
ushered  them  into  cars  and  buses  and  drove 
with  them  for  three  hours  over  dusty 
mountain  roads  to  the  camp  where  30,000 
boys  were  waiting  for  them.  They  arrived 
at  four,  put  or.  their  three-hour  show,  and 
left  at  seven  for  Del  Monte.  From  break- 
fast on  the  train  they  had  no  food  until 
ten-thirty  that  night  at  Del  Monte.  They 
left  Del  Monte  the  next  morning  and  rode 
in  jeeps  (.lhtle  bouncing  army  trucks  that 
hold  four  men)  to  Fort  Ord  where  they 
had  lunch,  and  put  on  their  show  again. 
They  caught  the  train  at  eight  in  Del 
Monte  that  night,  sat  up  most  of  the  night 
playing  gin  rummy,  and  arrived  in  Glen- 
dale  at  seven-thirty  the  next  morning. 
(Jean  Gabin  was  down  at  the  train  to  meet 
Marlene — at  seven-thirty  in  the  morning ! 
— that?  must  be  love.) 

I  had  a  luncheon  date  with  Claudette 
Colbert  that  day  and  thought  to  myself, 
"I  might  as  well  expect  it  to  be  broken. 
After  that  exhausting  trip  Claudette  will 
be  a  wreck."  I'm  sure  /  would  have  been. 
But  Claudette  disappointed  me — she  was 
chic  as  always,  and  as  refreshing  as  a 
summer  breeze.  I  gathered  she  had  thor- 
oughly enjoyed  herself,  and  been  very  pop- 
ular with  Uncle  Sam's  boys.  Among  the 
tilings  she  told  me  were,  "The  boys  had 
fixed  up  a  wooden  stage  at  Camp  Hunter 
Leggett,  they  had  even  dug  out  an  orches- 
tra pit,  and  when  we  arrived  they  were 
sitting  all  along  the  side  of  the  mountain 
waiting  for  us.  Thirty  thousand  of  them ! 
It  was  really  a  wonderful  sight.  And  I 
don't  know  when  we've  received  such  an 
ovation.  Thirty  thousand  soldiers  cheering 
at  once — it  was  thrilling.  They  had  three 
tents  set  up  as  our  dressing  rooms,  and  it 
was  exactly  like  being  in  a  circus.  We  were 
late,  so  we  hastily  jumped  out  of  the  cars 
with  a  bag  under  one  arm  and  a  make-up 
case  under  the  other,  and  as  there  weren't 
enough  dressing  tables  we  used  our  knees. 

"The  boys  applauded  vigorously  after 
every  act,  but  it  was  really  Virginia 
O'Brien  who  stopped  the  show.  What  did 
I  do?  I  did  a  very  funny  sketch  with  Jack 
Benny  where  I  tell  him  that  he  can  never 
be  a  leading  man  because  he  has  no  sex 
appeal,  that  he's  no  Clark  Gable.  Well,  at 
the  end  of  the  sketch  he  pretends  that  he 
is  Gable  and  kisses  me,  and  I  have  to  have 
six  soldiers  carry  me  off.  Jack  says,  'No 
sex  appeal,  eh?'  and  is  looking  very  pleased 
with  himself  when  Mary  suddenly  appears 
and  says,  as  she  watches  me  being  carried 
off,  'Funny  that  never  happened  to  me.' 

"We  spent  that  night  at  Del  Monte  and 
bright  and  early  Sunday  morning  we  were 
told  that  the  army  was  waiting  to  escort 
us  to  Fort  Ord.  Because  of  the  dusty-  roads 
and  the  long  ride  I  didn't  feel  that  I  had 
given  my  best  to  Camp  Hunter  Leggett 
so  I  thought  I  would  make  myself  as  at- 
tractive as  possible  for  Fort  Ord.  I  wore 
my  large  black  hat  with  the  veil.  And 
imagine  my  surprise,  or  rather  my  horror, 
when  I  discovered  that  we  were  to  drive 
the  ten  miles  to  Fort  Ord  in  jeeps — and 
there's  nothing  quite  so  bouncy  and  breezy 
as  a  jeep.  Believe  me,  hanging  on  to  a  pic- 
ture hat  with  a  veil  in  a  jeep  is  quite  an 
achievement.  After  ten  miles  of  it  I  wasn't 
as  attractive  as  when  I  left. 

"At  Fort  Ord  I  was  assigned  to  Com- 
pany K  for  luncheon,  and  a  delicious  lunch- 
eon it  was :  turkey  and  mashed  potatoes, 
and  cranberry  sauce,  and  carrots  and  ice 
cream  and  coffee.  The  ride  in  the  jeep  had 
given  me  quite  an  appetite,  out  before  I 
could  eat  I  had  to  be  photographed.  There 
are  two  hundred  men  to  a  mess  and  every- 
one of  them  must  have  brought  alonar  his 


LOOKS  LIKE  A  "GLITTERING" 
FUTURE,  VERONICA! 


VERONICA  LAKE,  star  of  the  forthcoming  Paramount  picture  "SULLIVAN'S 

TRAVELS" says:  "Bright  today  and  dull  tomorrow  isn't  good  enough  for  Hollywood. 
Teeth  have  to  glisten  .always." .  .  .  Yes,  that's  why  so  many  stars  use  CALOX. 


"ONCE  I  FELT  NERVOUS  about  all  those 
powerful  lights,"  Veronica  confessed.  "But 
movie  people  are  wonderful — they  have  devel- 
oped a  regular  technique  for  looking  one's 
very  best."  Calox  is  part  of  many  a  great 
star's  daily  good-looks  technique. 


"IT  ISNT  VANITY. . .it's  just  plain  common  sense 
for  any  man  or  woman  to  take  the  trouble  to 
Av!<whowto  look  immaculately  groomed."'  says 
immaculate  Veronica.  Since  fresh,  sparkling 
teeth  do  so  much  to  create  that  "polished" 
look  — whv  not  try  CALOX  Tooth  Powder? 


CALOX  HELPS  TEETH 
SHINE  LIKE  THE  STARS' 

BY  BRINGING  OUT  NATURAL  LUSTRE 

1.  CALOX  CONTAINS  5  CLEANSING  AND  POLISHING  AGENTS. 

A  real  beauty  tooth  powder,  promotes  a  brilliant  gloss! 

2.  EXTRA  SOFT  AND  SMOOTH  because  it's  douhled-sifted 
through  100  mesh  silk  screens. 

3.  FRESH  TASTING— no  strong  medical  taste.  Yourwhole 
family  will  like  its  clean,  tangy  flavor.  Children  love  it. 

McKESSON  &  ROBBINS,  INC.,  BRIDGEPORT,  CONN. 


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•  Now,  at  home,  you  can  quickly  and  easily  tint  telltale 
streaks  of  gray  to  natural-appearing  shades — from  lightest 
blonde  to  darkest  black.  Brownatone  and  a  small  brush 
does  it — or  your  money  back.  Used  for  28  years  by  thou- 
sands of  women  (men,  too) — Brownatone  is  guaranteed 
harmless.  No  skin  test  needed,  active  coloring  agent  is 
purely  vegetable.  Cannot  affect  waving  of  hair.  Lasting — 
does  not  wash  out.  Just  brush  or  comb  it  in.  One  applica- 
tion imparts  desired  color.  Simply  retouch  as  new  gray 
appears.  Easy  to  prove  by  tinting  a  test  lock  of  your  hair. 
60c  at  drug  or  toilet  counters  on  a  money-back  guarantee. 
Retain  your  youthful  charm.  Get  BROWNATONE  today. 


SONG  POEMS  WANTED 

TO  BE  SET  TO  MUSIC  ' 

Free  Examination.  Send  Your  Poems  To 

J.  CHAS.  McNEIL 

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HAPPY  RELIEF 
FROM  PAINFUL 
BACKACHE 

Many  of  those  gnawing,  nagging,  painful  backaches 
people  blame  on  colds  or  strains  are  often  caused  by 
tired  kidneys  —  and  may  be  relieved  when  treated  in 
the  right  way. 

The  kidneys  are  Nature's  chief  way  of  taking  excess 
acids  and  poisonous  waste  out  of  the  blood.  They  help 
most  people  pass  about  3  pints  a  day. 

If  the  15  miles  of  kidney  tubes  and  filters  don't 
■work  well,  poisonous  waste  matter  stays  in  the  blood. 
These  poisons  may  start  nagging  backaches,  rheu- 
matic pains,  loss  of  pep  and  energy,  getting  up  nights, 
swelling,  puffiness  under  the  eyes,  headaches  and 
dizziness.  Frequent  or  scanty  passages  with  smarting 
and  burning  sometimes  shows  there  is  something 
wrong  with  your  kidneys  or  bladder. 

Don't  wait!  Ask  your  druggist  for  Doan's  Pills, 
used  successfully  by  millions  for  over  40  years.  They 
give  happy  relief  and  will  help  the  15  miles  of  kidney 
tubes  flush  out  poisonous  waste  from  the  blood.  Get 
Doan's  Pills. 


brownie.  Alter  I  thought  I  had  been  photo- 
graphed from  every  angle  imaginable  one 
of  the  boys  asked,  'May  I  stand  next  to 
you,  Miss  Colbert,  and  have  my  friend 
here  take  a  picture  of  us  so  I  can  send 
it  home  to  my  mother?'  Well,  it  started 
all  over  again.  Everybody  wanted  a  picture 
to  send  home — the  high  spot  of  the  lunch- 
eon being  when  the  top  sergeant  asked  if 
he  could  be  photographed  with  me." 

The  next  day  I  saw  Carole  Landis,  and 
she  too  was  raving  about  the  fun  they  had 
on  the  "glamor  junket."  Carole,  by  the 
way,  is  getting  to  be  the  sweetheart  of 
the  army.  Besides  Camp  Hunter  Leggett 
and  Fort  Ord  she  has  visited  Camp  Haan 
and  Camp  Callan  at  Riverside  and  San 
Diego  respectively.  They  call  her  the 
"Blonde  Bomber"  down  there.  "I  love  vis- 
iting camps,"  said  Carole.  "I  guess  I'll  just 
have  to  marry  Bob  Hope  and  make  a  life's 
work  of  it." 

In  the  show  at  Camp  Hunter  Leggett 
Carole  sang  "You  Started  Something,"  "Is 
That  Good?",  and  "The  Kindergarten 
Conga" — all  songs  from  her  picture,  "Moon 
Over  Miami."  And  you  can  be  sure  the 
boys  were  very  appreciative — and  they 
should  murder  their  sergeant  for  becoming 
the  local  Hays  Office.  "I  was  sort  of  ner- 
vous," said  Carole,  "and  while  I  was  wait- 
ing to  go  on  I  was  humming  'The  Kinder- 
garten Conga'  and  swaying  to  the  rhythm 
of  it.  'Don't  do  that  around  here,  Miss,'  a 
sergeant  said  to  me,  'these  boys  have  been 
here  for  an  awfully  long  time.'  " 

At  Fort  Ord  Carole  was  snatched  up  by 
the  boys  of  Company  G.  She  had  met  a 
lot  of  them  when  they  presented  "The 
Wizard  of  Ord"  at  the  Hollywood  Bowl 
in  Hollywood  a  few  weeks  before,  and  they 
had  her  all  dated  to  be  their  luncheon 
guest.  After  the  show  Carole  was  met  by 
four  lieutenants  (that  girl  does  all  right) 
who  took  her  by  the  sergeant's  office,  where 
with  fitting  ceremony  she  was  presented 
with  a  Saint  Bernard  puppy,  named 
"Jeeps,"  a  present  from  Company  G.  "I 
have  four  dogs,"  said  Carole,  "but  Jeeps 
is  the  cutest  of  them  all.  When  he  saw 
himself  for  the  first  time  in  a  mirror  at 
the  hotel  in  Del  Monte  he  nearly  had  a 
fit — -when  he  couldn't  bite  his  image  in 
the  mirror  he  started  biting  the  woodwork 
around  the  mirror.  Everybody  piled  into 
my  room  to  watch  him,  he  was  so  cute." 
(I  bet  the  hotel  manager  didn't  think  him 
so  cute!) 

"Virginia  O'Brien  and  I  had  dinner  that 
night  with  the  four  young  lieutenants.  I 
think,"  she  added  casually,  "they're  com- 
ing down  to  Hollywood  soon."  That 
wouldn't  surprise  me  in  the  least,  Miss 
Landis. 

Several  days  later  I  received  a  letter 
from  Michael  Pearman,  stationed  at  Camp 
Hunter  Leggett,  telling  how  delighted  the 
boys  were  with  the  Hollywood  "glamor 
junket."  It's  the  "other  side"  and  you'll  be 
interested.  Michael  Pearman  was  formerly 
an  agent  associated  with  the  Feldman-Blum 
agency  in  Hollywood  but  he  was  drafted 
last  April  and  has  been  a  private  in  Com- 
pany F  at  Camp  Hunter  Leggett  since. 

Dear  Liza : 

Here  I  sit  under  a  dusty  shade  tree,  out 
of  the  way  of  that  sergeant's  whistle' — at 
least  where  I  can  pretend  I  don't  hear  that 
whistle  and  put  pencil  to  paper  so  I  can 
tell  you  what  a  terrific  treat  we  had  last 
Saturday.  Imagine,  Liza,  how  delighted  I 
was  to  overhear  the  Major  tell  a  second 
Louie  that  a  guy  called  Feldman  was  put- 
ting on  a  show  for  us  and  as  we  were 
carrying  huge  planks  of  lumber  about  at 
the  time — it  eventually  grew  into  the  stage 
— I  nearly  dropped  the  whole  tree  trunk 
into  him  in  my  excitement. 

Well,  the  troupe  was  to  arrive  at  three 
o'clock  on   Saturday — after  a  long  auto- 


mobile ride  from  the  station  at  San  Luis 
Obispo  because  the  Southern  Pacific 
wouldn't  stop  five  minutes  for  them  to  get 
off  in  near-by  King  City — so  of  course  I 
was  there  waiting  at  the  gate  around  noon 
time  with  my  shoes  polished  and  wearing 
the  cleaner  of  my  two  shirts.  And  soon  in 
swings  Buster  Collier  (you  know  William 
Collier,  Jr.,  don't  you?)  with  his  pretty 
wife,  all  a-bustle  to  see  everything  is  set 
for  the  stars.  By  this  time  there  were  about 
30,000  boys  sitting  in  the  100°  sun  on  the 
slope  in  front  of  the  stage,  and  when 
finally  the  convoy  of  star-packed  cars 
rushed  in  at  75  miles  per  hour,  with  its 
motorcycle  escort,  the  whole  mob  of  uni- 
forms stood  up  in  one  spontaneous  move- 
ment and  hit  off  such  cheers  that  even  the 
reception-blase  Hollywood  folk  admitted 
outdid  anything  they  had  ever  received  be- 
fore in  all  their  lives. 

It  wouldn't  be  possible  to  tell  you  what 
were  the  high  spots  in  the  show  because 
believe  me  the  whole  thing  was  absolute 
tops — from  the  opening  of  the  12  piece 
orchestra  with  Jack  Benny  as  M.C  to  the 
crazy  finale  of  the  Ritz  Brothers — why, 
even  an  old  tired  opening  night  and  glamor 
party  girl  like  you  would  have  been  bounc- 
ing up  and  down  with  sheer  delight.  After 
the  Nicholas  Brothers  had  repeated  that 
song  and  dance  they  did  in  "Down  Argen- 
tine Way,"  Dick  Powell  came  on  and  put 
over  the  "Hut  Sut"  in  such  a  way  that 
25,000  bodies  started  to  sway  in  unison. 
It's  exciting  to  watch  the  way  Dick  can 
win  over  a  crowd  of  fellows  so  quickly.  I 
think,  though,  it's  because  they  can  sense 
even  way  in  the  back  row  that  he's  such 
a  swell  guy  and  gets  such  a  kick  singing 
for  them. 

You  probably  know  that  every  one  out 
of  two  draftees  has  a  camera  and  the  noise 
of  clicking  that  went  on  as  Carole  Landis 
stepped  on  stage  almost  drowned  the  12 
piece  band,  although  of  course  I  do  have 
to  admit  that  some  of  the  noise  was  the 
breath  being  taken  away  from  several  thou- 
sand soldiers !  Carole  really  had  a  lot  of 
fun  and  not  only  was  she  made  an  hon- 
orary sergeant  but  by  the  end  of  the  day 
she  was  covered  with  so  many  chevrons 
and  insignias  given  her  by  the  military 
jaws  that  Georgie  Jessel  had  to  advise  the 
General  to  tie  down  the  howitzers  before 
the  boys  gave  her  those  too ! 

Gracie  Allen  has  won  herself  a  real  af- 
fection in  the  army — she  writes  us  letters 
which  are  pinned  up  on  the  notice  board 
and  bring  us  a  laugh  while  waiting  in  chow 
line  six  o'clock  on  a  cold  morning  and  she 
and  Burns  were  in  hysterically  good  form. 
I  guess  brother  Willie  must  have  helped 
her  with  some  of  those  military  terms  she 
used.  "Poor  boy,  I  guess  he's  in  the  guard- 
house now !" 

Joan  Blondell  came  on  in  a  form-fitting 
green  dress  and  I'm  telling  you  that  smile 
and  personality  (and  form)  surged  out  into 
the  soldier  mob  and  if  it  hadn't  been  for 
a  line  of  husky  M  P's  and  Dick  Powell, 
I'm  awfully  afraid  there  might  have  been 
a  repeat  of  the  King  City  stampede. 

Most  of  the  boys  didn't  know  who  Vir- 
ginia O'Brien  was  and  when  she  came  out 
she  just  got  the  amount  of  applause  any 
attractive  girl  would  get  until — and  it  was 
only  about  a  30th  of  a  second  until  she 
broke  into  that  dead  pan  swing  and  really 
knocked  the  boys  for  a  loop.  They  just 
wouldn't  let  her  go  and  made  her  do  num- 
ber after  number  with  each  song  topping 
the  previous  one.  Later  on  I  rode  with  her 
in  a  Blitz  Buggy  and  oh,  how  I  wish  my 
year  were  up  and  I  could  be  back  in  Holly- 
wood to  see  more  of  Miss  O'Brien  because 
there's  one  really  swell  girl ! 

The  night  before  a  lot  of  the  Camp  had 
seen  "Arise  My  Love"  and  when  Colbert 
came  out  to  do  her  sketch  with  Benny, 
the  boys  were  extra  excited.  I  don't  think 


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How  To  Be 
A  "Draft  Sweetheart" 

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they  had  realized  before  what  a  "fun"  per- 
|  son  she  was — and  although  I  hate  the  word 
radiant,  radiant  was  the  word  for  Claudette 
Colbert.  She  and  Benny  embraced  in  a  long 
:  kiss  while  he  tried  to  make  her  think  he 
'  was  Gable  and  it  ended  by  having  six 
.  M  P's  come  on  stage  and  carry  La  Colbert 
off  as  the  audience  screamed  itself  silly, 
i  And  what  patience  she  has  too!  She  must 
have  stood  up  for  hours  while  hundreds  of 
amateur  photographers  told  her  to  do  this 
i  — look  that  way — take  off  her  hat — and 
smile  while  busy  at  the  same  time  signing 
i  her  name  onto  endless  streams  of  pushing 
■  autograph  books. 

As  one  of  the  boys  said  to  me,  "when 
I  write  home  and  tell  them  I  not  only  saw 
Dietrich  in  person  but  that  she  actually 
said  'hello'  to  me,  the  family  are  going  to 
get  scared  that  I've  lost  my  mind  doing 
my  year's  training."  Dietrich  is  the  real 
glamor  movie  star  to  most  of  the  boys  and 
she  lived  up  to  it  in  a  bright  yellow  suit 
and  that  face  that  launched  a  thousand 
ecstatic  sighs.  She  sang  three  numbers  and 
could  still  be  going  on  now  as  far  as  I'm 
concerned — seeing  her  up  there  shining  on 
the  stage  made  you  forget  all  the  dust  and 
heat  and  the  sweated  labor  of  putting  up 
the  stage — made  you  forget  everything  ex- 
cept La  Dietrich! 

I  could  go  on  for  years,  Liza,  but  there's 
that  whistle  blowing  furiously  and  I'm  late 
already  and  so  if  you  don't  hear  from  me 
next  week  you'll  know  I'm  either  in  the 
guardhouse  or  doing  K.P.  peeling  potatoes 
maybe,  but  happy  being  able  to  think  back 
on  that  swell  afternoon's  entertainment — 
feeling  like  the  rest  of  the  boys,  grateful 
that  they  came  to  give  us  a  show  and  the 
show  they  gave  us  was  the  best  we've  ever 
seen. 

Say  hello  to  the  old  bunch  for  me.  please, 
and  love  to  you  from 

Michael. 


on  the  latest  technique  of  handling  a  draft 
sweetheart.  Olivia  de  Ha  vi  Hand,  Ann 
Rutherford,  Peggy  Moran  and  Carol  Bruce 
are  in  the  same  boat  you're  in  and  they 
all  admitted,  immediately,  that  the  most 
important  thing  for  you  to  do  is  to  write — 
and  keep  on  writing. 

"Let  him  know  he's  being  missed,"  says 
Olivia  de  Havilland.  "That's  reversing  the 
procedure  we  used  in  the  pre-army  days. 
We  would  never  admit  before  to  any  par- 
ticular boy  that  we  thought  of  him  all 
last  week  and  missed  him  so.  But  now 
things  are  different.  The  draftee  is  lone- 
some and  homesick  up  there  at  camp. 
There  isn't  much  he  can  do  to  kick  up 
some  fun.  There  are  no  parties,  no  dates, 
no  drives  to  the  beaches,  none  of  the 
carefree  good  times  he  used  to  have.  From 
what  the  boys  I  know  tell  me,  when  work 
is  over  for  the  day  they  have  nothing  to 
do  but  mope  and  feel  pretty  sorry  for 
themselves.  They  walk,  write  letters,  play 
checkers,  or  if  they're  lucky  enough  to 
be  near  a  town,  they  see  a  movie  that's 
months  old.  It's  easy  for  them  to  picture 
the  friends  they  left  behind  running  around 
and  having  a  gay  old  time  while  they're 
slaving  in  the  army. 

"My  friends  in  the  camps  tell  me  they 
look  forward  to  letters  more  than  they  do 
to  a  hundred-dollar  check.  So  write— write 
often,  and  make  your  letters  chatty  as 
an  old  maid  at  a  tea  party.  Your  letters 


will  be  your  most  continuous  link  with 
him  for  the  next  twelve  months,  so  you'll 
have  to  pack  a  lot  of  oomph  and  interest 
into  them.  The  very  loneliness  of  his  situ- 
ation will  make  him  prize  every  letter, 
and  if  you  keep  on  writing  and  know  what 
to  write,  he'll  soon  be  thinking  you're  the 
cream  among  dream  girls. 

"If  you  know  his  family,  keep  in  touch 
with  them  and  give  him  news  about  them. 
He'll  appreciate  that,  for  even  though 
they're  writing  to  him,  he  likes  to  know 
from  someone  outside  that  all's  well  at 
home. 

"Don't  stand  on  the  old  conventions, 
like  waiting  to  hear  from  him  first  before 
you'll  write.  In  times  like  these,  silly  rules 
go  out  the  window.  He  may  be  laid  up 
with  an  injured  hand.  After  all,  he's  work- 
ing in  camp,  doing  hard  physical  labor,  not 
crocheting  doilies.  Write  him  continually. 
In  fact,  it  seems  to  me  that  rather  than 
write  one  very  long  letter  which  may  be- 
come tiresome,  write  him  several  breezy 
ones.  If  you  hear  a  funny  story,  sit  down 
and  dash  it  off  to  him.  If  you  heard  some 
interesting  news,  put  it  in  the  mail  im- 
mediately while  it's  still  fresh  in  your 
mind.  It  will  be  fresher  in  the  telling  that 
way,  too.  Can  you  imagine  the  kick  he'd 
get  out  of  receiving  several  letters  from 
you  in  one  day?  The  pride  he'd  have  in 
showing  off  to  the  other  fellows — the  en- 
joyment he  will  have  reading  your  spark- 


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ling  letters  after  a  long  hard  day  in  the 
heat  and  dust?  It's  such  a  genuine  way 
of  showing  him  that  you're  thinking  of 
him  all  the  time,  and  it  shows  so  much 
thoughtfulness  it  won't  escape  him.  He'll 
have  you  tabbed  as  something  pretty  won- 
derful in  no  time  at  all!" 

Ann  Rutherford  is  one  of  the  most  pop- 
ular girls  in  Hollywood's  "younger  set" 
and  she  saw  four  of  her  most  attentive 
stagliners  go  off  into  the  army — Lyle 
M  oriane,  Bob  Morse,  Bob  Raymond  and 
Chuck  Isaacs.  So  listen  to  what  the  little 
lady  has  to  say :  "Don't  think  you're  los- 
ing him  just  because  he's  off  somewhere 
marching  his  feet  off  or  peeling  potatoes. 
You've  a  better  chance  with  him  now,  in 
many  respects.  First  of  all,  you  have  little 
or  no  competition.  Most  of  the  camps  are 
pitched  somewhere  far  from  a  big  city, 
and  you  don't  have  to  worry  about  that 
stunning  New  Girl  in  the  crowd  snatching 
him  away  from  you.  Which  makes  it  tough 
on  him,  but  easy  for  you.  So  this  is  the  best 
time  to  get  him  very  much  conscious  of 
you." 

Like  Olivia,  Ann  thinks  you  should 
write  often  and  she  suggests  you  send 
snapshots — not  only  of  yourself  because 
that's  quite  conceited  and  obvious,  but  of 
all  his  friends  and  of  the  places  that  are 
so  familiar  to  him.  But  Ann  has  an  even 
more  novel  idea,  an  elaboration  of  letter 
writing.  "Why  not  send  him  talking  let- 
ters? Phonograph  recordings  of  yourself? 
Can  you  imagine  the  bang  he'd  get  out  of 
that,  how  he'll  play  those  records  over  and 
over  and  over  again?  It  will  make  him 
think  back,  wistfully  I  hope,  of  the  good 
times  you  had  together.  Ring  his  friends 
in  on  this,  too,  so  that  he  won't  feel  as 
far  away  from  things  as  he  ordinarily 
would. 

"You're  saying  what  good  is  a  phono- 
graph record  without  a  phonograph?  Ah, 
that  brings  me  to  my  pet  suggestion :  be- 
fore he  goes  away,  why  don't  you  throw  a 
'going-away'  shower  for  him  ?  He'll  love 
it !  I  know,  because  I  have  given  several 
for  the  boys  I  know  who  have  been  called. 
Every  man  likes  to  be  made  a  fuss  over, 
but  under  ordinary  circumstances  we  hold 
off,  otherwise  he  might  be  spoiled.  But  it's 
all  right  to  spoil  these  boys  who  are  go- 
ing off.  In  fact,  it's  a  downright  pleasure ! 
Look  what  they're  giving  up.  At  one  of 
these  showers,  instead  of  giving  small 
individual  gifts,  you  can  all  chip  in  to  buy 
him  the  phonograph  and  perhaps  a  record- 
ing machine  as  well,  if  funds  will  allow, 
so  that  he  can  make  records  of  his  own 
and  send  them  to  all  of  you.  I'd  think  twice 
before  getting  him  a  radio,  as  my  friends 
tell  me  almost  every  boy  has  one. 

"Getting  back  to  the  showers — make 
them  gay  and  silly.  Fix  up  the  room  to 
resemble  a  mess  hall,  serve  pork  and  baked 
beans  in  a  tin  plate  and  so  on.  There  will 
be  the  usual  quota  of  gag  gifts,  but  it's 
a  considerate  thing  to  give  him  a  gift  he 
can  use.  If  you  are  not  planning  to  give 
him  one  gift  en  masse,  you  might  tip  off 
some  of  the  folks  as  to  what  are  practical 
gifts  and  what  are  not.  He  may  as  well 
have  something  he  can  use :  stamps  or  a 
little  pocket  compass,  a  fountain  pen  which 
buttons  inside  the  pocket,  khaki-color 
sweaters  and  mufflers.  You  can  give  him 
a  gift  which  shows  much  thought  and 
which  will  remind  him  of  you  all  the  time 
if  you  get  him  a  khaki-bound  diary  in 
which  you  have  marked  the  birthdays  and 
anniversaries  he  should  remember.  Away 
from  home,  he's  liable  to  forget  his 
mother's  birthday  or  his  kid  sister's  gradua- 
tion. You  might  warn  the  others  that  it 
would  be  unnecessary  to  give  him  writing 
paper,  since  the  morale  officer  supplies  all 
the  stationery,  and — as  one  of  my  en- 
listed   friends    told    me — electric  razors 


aren't  much  good  when  you're  on  maneu- 
vers where  electric  current  isn't  available. 

"This  is  your  time  to  be  as  feminine  as 
a  Louisa  May  Alcott  heroine!  It  would 
probably  never  go  over  any  other  time, 
but  this  time  send  him  fudge  and  cookies 
that  you've  made  with  your  own  little 
hands.  Oh,  how  he'll  show  off  when  he 
passes  them  around  and  brags,  'My  girl 
friend  made  these!'  I  always  send  boxes 
of  cookies  and  fudge  I've'  made  to  my 
friends  and  I  couldn't  send  them  a  more 
valued  gift  if  I  had  struck  the  Pot  o' 
Gold!  If  you  don't  shine  in  the  kitchen, 
send  him  sweets  anyway — a  box  filled  with 
candies,  figs,  dates,  jellies  and  cookies.  He 
gets  plain  food  in  the  army  and  develops 
a  huge  sweet  tooth.  He  passes  it  around 
to  the  other  boys  and  it  gets  him  talking 
about  you.  Before  he's  aware  of  it,  you 
seem  like  a  pretty  sweet  thing  yourself 
and  he's  getting  very  lonesome  for  you. 
He  begins  to  think  he  can't  possibly  live 
without  you.  That's  the  romantic  edge  a 
girl  'caught  in  the  draft'  has,  so  don't  think 
all  is  lost  because  he's  marching  some- 
where miles  away  from  you." 

Peggy  Moran,  pert-faced  '  Universal 
starlet,  takes  us  beyond  the  correspon- 
dence stage  to  the  social  entertainment  of 
your  army  beau.  Peggy  says  that  a  girl 
who  is  caught  in  the  draft  should  throw 
out  most  of  her  old  standard  rules  and 
adopt  a  new,  more  flexible  set  to  meet  the 
present  emergency.  "After  all,"  explains 
Peggy,  "the  whole  relationship  of  boy- 
dates-girl  is  topsy-turvy  now,  and  if  you 
don't  meet  the  change  you'll  find  yourself 
minus  a  very  nice  suntanned  man  in  khaki. 

"Bob,  my  friend,  is  a  private  and  gets 
$21  a  month.  Out  of  that  he  pays  for  his 
laundry,  Red  Cross,  canteen  expenses  and 
so  on.  That  leaves  him  with  just  about 
enough  to  get  a  shoe-shine  and  not  much 
more !  Before  Bob  went  to  the  army  he 
used  to  phone  me  in  advance,  take  me  to 
dinner,  send  me  flowers  sometimes,  and 
treat  me  the  way  a  girl  likes  to  be  treated. 
Now  it's  all  different — but  that  doesn't 
spoil  our  good  times.  In  fact,  we  have  more 
fun  now  because  our  dates  are  more  in- 
formal, sillier.  I  wouldn't  think  of  letting 
Bob  spend  much  money  when  he  conies 
home,  because  it  would  mean  digging  into 
what  he's  managed  to  save  before,  and  that 
isn't  fair.  He  needs  that  when  he  re-enters 
civilian  life. 

"The  parents  of  one  girl  I  know  invite 
their  daughter  and  her  army  friend  to 
have  dinner  with  them,  to  a  show  and  later 
to  a  night  club.  It  doesn't  humiliate  a  fel- 
low to  see  a  much  older  man  foot  the 
bills,  and  of  course,  he  should  realize  it's 
not  his  fault  that  he's  shy  of  funds.  But 
that  plan  isn't  workable  for  every  girl — 
myself  included — so  I  plan  dinners  at  the 
house  when  I  expect  Bob  in  town.  It  may 
be  a  buffet  dinner  cafeteria  style,  or  more 
formal,  but  you  can  bet  that  I  go  to  a  lot 
of  trouble  to  be  sure  his  favorite  dish  is 
there — and  plenty  of  it!  You  eat  what  is 
handed  you  in  the  army,  and  no  prefer- 
ences asked.  No  shrimp  a  la  newburg  or 
hamburger  a  la  moscovite  or  a  'Id  any- 
thing when  you're  in  the  mess  hall,  but 
Bob  knows  he'll  get  what  he  likes  when  he 
gets  off  that  train  and  comes  to  my  house. 
If  you  want  your  boy  friend  to  make  a 
bee-line  to  your  house,  girls,  why  don't  you 
follow  suit  ? 

"He'll  probably  want  to  see  some  of  the 
town's  night  life,  too,  and  if  any  places 
have  opened,  take  him  there.  In  that  case, 
if  you're  going  out  with  a  crowd,  get  the 
other  boys  aside  and  suggest  that  they  chip 
in  and  take  care  of  his  share  of  the  bill. 
I  think,  too,  that  if  a  girl  can  carry  that 
sort  of  thing  off  gaily  and  charmingly,  she 
can  treat  the  fellow  to  an  evening.  I  can't 
do  it,  so  I  don't.  I  compromise  by  sug- 
gesting a  drive-in  or  by  throwing  parties. 


SO 


SCREENLAND 


There  is  no  reason  for  him  to  be  ashamed 
of  his  lack  of  funds,  and  if  you  have  the 
right  sort  of  personality  and  can  get  away 
with  it,  I'd  risk  footing  the  treat.  It's  a 
good  idea  to  make  arrangements  in  ad- 
vance at  a  restaurant  or  club  so  that  no 
bill  will  be  presented  and  you  can  take 
care  of  it  later. 

"When  you  plan  a  week-end  of  enter- 
tainment for  him,  put  some  elasticity  into 
it,  so  that  if  he's  tired  and  wants  to  duck 
a  big  party  he  can  do  so — although  I  have 
yet  to  meet  a  draftee  who  didn't  want  to 
raise  the  roof  when  he's  home  on  fur- 
lough! Let  the  evening  be  his  and  ask  him 
what  he  wants  to  do.  One  girl  I  know 
wanted  to  see  a  certain  movie  and  insisted 
that  her  draftee  beau  take  her.  Well,  it 
happens  that  this  boy's  camp  was  near  a 
small  town  that  had  a  movie  house,  and 
his  greatest  recreation  during  the  week 
was  taking  in  a  picture  show.  When  he 
was  home,  there  were  other  things  he 
wanted  to  do.  The  girl  pouted  and  had  her 
way.  They  went  to  the  movies,  but  he 
didn't  date  her  the  next  time. 

"He's  lonesome  up  there  in  camp,  lone- 
some for  someone  who  will  listen  to  his 
trials  and  triumphs,  lonesome  for  some- 
one he  can  brag  to  (remember  how  you 
used  to  listen  wide-eyed  to  his  exploits 
before  he  went  away?)  so  if  he  starts 
talking  about  himself,  make  every  word 
sound  as  though  you're  perishing  to  hear 
it.  Show  him  extra  consideration.  If  he 
phones  you  at  the  last  minute  when  he 
comes  to  town,  break  your  other  date  and 
see  him.  That's  only  fair  and  the  other 
fellow — if  he's  the  right  sort — will  under- 
stand. After  all,  he  can  always  see  you 
Monday !  I've  done  that  several  times  and 
I  ordinarily  think  it's  a  crime  punishable 
by  hanging  to  break  one  date  for  another. 

"But  don't  let  it  become  a  habit.  If  he 
continually  phones  you  at  the  last  minute, 


then  he's  taking  advantage  of  the  situation. 
Be  busy !  A  draftee  usually  knows  in  ad- 
vance if  he's  coming  to  town  and  he  can 
write  to  ask  you  to  hold  the  week-end 
open  for  him.  But  sometimes  it's  hard  for 
him  to  plan  ahead.  His  family  may  tie 
him  down,  he  may  not  know  until  the  last 
minute  if  it's  worth  the  time  and  money 
to  come  in.  He  may  get  a  lift  at  the  last 
minute.  You  must  consider  all  these  things 
when  you're  wondering  whether  you  should 
break  a  date  with  the  other  boy  to  see 
him.  But  'when  you  do,  let  your  soldier 
boy  know  of  the  other  broken  appointment. 
It's  still  a  good  idea  to  let  him  know 
you're  popular — but  that  you  think  enough 
of  him  to  give  him  preferred  rating  in 
your  engagement  book!" 

Carol  Bruce  doesn't  confine  herself  to 
only  one  phase  of  being  a  draft  sweet- 
heart, but  plunges  right  in  with  the  various, 
oddly-assorted  things  she's  learned  from 
having  a  few  boy  friends  in  khaki  her- 
self. "I've  found,"  Carol  says,  "that  they 
love  to  be  met  at  the  train  when  they're 
on  leave,  but  they  hate  to  be  seen  off.  So 
make  your  goodbyes  short  and  sweet  and 
with  as  few  tears  as  possible.  But  do  be 
sure  to  meet  him !  No  matter  how  busy 
you  are,  when  that  boy  is  coming  in,  you 
be  right  at  the  station  with  a  brass-band 
personality!  Wave  a  silly  banner,  like  'Oh, 
How  I  Hate  to'  Get  Up  in  the  Morning' 
or  some  such  thing.  Be  bright  and  giggly 
and  in  an  'every-day-is-Christmas'  mood. 
He's  home  on  a  holiday  and  he  doesn't 
want  to  be  greeted  by  a  girl  who  seems 
to  have  the  woes  of  the  world  on  her  shoul- 
ders. You're  glad  to  see  him  again,  and  let 
him  know  it. 

"Look  as  pretty  as  you  can  and  above 
all,  look  feminine.  I  can't  possibly  under- 
stand what  prompts  some  girls  to  wear 
clothes  that  have  an  austere,  military  look, 
like  suits  with  brass  buttons  and  braid. 


khaki-color  soldier  caj>s  and  the  like.  Good 
heavens,  he  gets  enough  of  that  in  the 
camp,  he's  tired  of  the  military  and  the 
masculine.  Be  an  escape  for  him. 

"Make  yourself  available  if  he  wants  to 
see  you.  Don't  let  him  think  you've  been 
spending  all  your  evenings  with  a  good 
book,  but  flatter  him  by  showing  him  you 
forget  everything  else  when  he's  in  town. 
He  rates  that.  This  is  no  time  to  try  to 
make  him  jealous.  It's  not  cricket. 

"When  he's  home,  act  as  though  every- 
thing he  wants  to  do  is  just  fine  with  you. 
If  he  wants  to  go  to  a  movie,  why  that's 
just  what  you  had  your  heart  set  on  do- 
ing. If  he  wants  to  go  dancing,  you've 
been  simply  dying  to  dance  tonight. 

"Always  think  of  him  and  how  you  can 
make  things  plcasantcr  for  him.  That  way. 
you'll  find  yourself  doing  things  that 
might  not  occur  to  you  otherwise.  For  in- 
stance, I  put  myself  in  the  place  of  one  of 
my  enlisted  friends  stationed  almost  500 
miles  from  here.  He  had  been  spending 
many  of  his  furloughs  at  camp  because  the 
trip  was  too  long  and  expensive  to  make 
every  week-end.  So  I  rustled  together  a 
few  of  his  friends  and  we  are  all  going 
to  visit  him.  Another  girl  I  know  plans 
to  spend  her  vacation  in  the  town  near 
her  boy  friend's  camp.  Remember  the 
things  he  liked  to  do  and  let  that  guide 
you.  If  he's  a  jitterbug  fiend,  send  him  the 
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Here7 s  Hollywood 

Continued  from  page  56 

THE  on-again-off-again  Garbo  hair  clip- 
1  ping  is  now  definitely  accomplished.  The 
Sphinx  changed  her  mind  back  and  forth 
until  she  got  a  load  of  Connie  Bennett's 
short  locks.  Garbo  ran  her  hand  through 
them  and  asked  Connie  all  about  it.  That 
same  evening  she  had  it  done  before  leav- 
ing the  studio.  Connie,  by  the  way,  whose 
head  always  looked  too  big  for  her  body, 
has  never  looked  nicer. 

A  SMARTY  pants  publicity  man  almost 
/»  got  Jimmy  Stewart  into  a  mess  of 
trouble.  When  it  was  printed  that  he  had 
given  his  plane  to  Olivia  De  Havilland  to 
use,  Jimmy's  business  manager  frantically 
got  Livvy  on  the  phone.  Great  was  his 
relief  when  he  learned  the  story  was  a 
phoney.  Jimmy's  insurance  company  was 
just  on  the  point  of  cancelling  his  "policy 
covering  the  plane. 

ABBOTT  and  Costello  would  just  as 
>\  soon  give  the  great  golden  west  back 
to  the  Indians.  For  a  scene  in  "Ride  'Em 
Cowboy,"  they  had  to  use  a  bull.  The  only 
way  they  could  get  it  to  emote  was  to  have 
its  buddy  standing  close  by  on  the  set,  out 
of  camera  range.  Ella  Fitzgerald,  the 
sepia  _  singer,  is  making  her  movie  debut . 
in  this  one.  And  Ella  is  scared  silly  of 
bulls.  For  a  gag,  Nick  Foran  took  the 
stuffed  head  of  a  bull  and  popped  out  at 
Ella  as  she  rounded  a  corner.  She  passed 
out  cold  from  the  picture. 

I  UPE  VELEZ,  she  ees  mad  like  any- 
I—  thing.  And  when  the  Loop  she  ees  mad, 
she  gonna  make  trouble.  During  the  main 
event  at  the  Hollywood  stadium,  the 
fighter  she  wanted  to  lose  just  wouldn't 
stay  knocked  out.  Finally,  when  he  went 
down  again,  the  magnificent  Mex  leaned 
over,  grabbed  his  legs  and  held  him  down 
until  the  count  of  ten.  Now  she's  barred 
from  the  ringside  seat  she's  held  for  the 
last  six  years.  La  Loop  swears  she  will 
nevair  go  near  the  blankety-blank  place 
again.  Well — maybe!  Lupe  ees  mad  but 
not  THAT  mad. 

UNLESS  you  see  her  yourself,  it's  hard 
to  believe  there's  still  one  in  existence. 
But  any  day  in  the  Universal  commissary, 
Maria  Montez  wearing  seductive  gowns 
and  carrying  a  long  cigarette  holder,  visits 
from  table  to  table.  In  the  good  ol'  days 
the  silent  picture  stars  used  to  effect  this 
kind  of  hooey.  Maria,  by  the  way,  modest- 
ly admits  that  she  just  oozes  sex  and 
wants  to  be  known  as  the  "Um-m-m" 
girl  !  ! 

AVIATORS  please  note!  Dona  Drake, 
>who  lives  on  top  of  a  hill,  goes  in 
for  daily  nude  sun  baths.  Keep  your  good 
eye  peeled  on  this  Latin  lovely.  Formerly 
the  orchestra  leader  named  Rita  Rio,  she 
is  now  being  groomed  by  Paramount.  Her 
test  for  the  Carol  Bruce  role  in  "Louisiana 
Purchase"  was  so  good,  it  got  her  the 
part  in  the  picture. 

THERE'S  a  good  reason  why  a  certain 
Hollywood  beauty  parlor  did  the  best 
business  in  town.  Orson  Welles  was  a 
daily  customer.  While  a  strong-armed 
masseuse  pounded  off  forty  pounds,  Orson 
in  a  loud  voice  dictated  weighty  answers 
to  a  private  secretary. 

WHY  was  Jane  Wyman  late  on  the  set 
the  other  day?  Because  Errol  Flynn 
was  late  ahead  of  her.  And  Errol  uses 
Janie's  hairdresser  to  give  him  a  long 
swirling  hairdo  for  his  role  of  General 
Custer  in  "They  Died  With  Their  Boots 
On."  Very  becoming,  too ! 


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It  s  a  complete  corset  wardrobe  in  one 
garment  that  will  look  well  on  your 
figure  and  figure  well  on  your  budget. 
\  ertical  stretcb  rayon  satin  panels 
front  and  back  cross-pull  witk  side 
sections  in  two-way  stretcb  Ieno  power 
net  to  sav  tbe  la  st  word  in  fit,  comfort 
and  control.  Rayon  satin  and  lace  up- 
lift bra,  detacbable  rayon  jersey  crotcb, 
detachable   garters,      ude   or  white. 


sizes  52-58,  body  length  15  inches  from 
waist.  There  are  other  Beverly  Vogue 
foundation  garments,  with  accent  on 
youth,  made  with  Lastex  yarn,  from 
garter  belts  at  $1  to  girdles,  pantie- 
girdles  and  all-in-ones  up  to  $10.  See 
them  at  leading  stores,  or  write  to 
Beverly  Vogue  Co.,  127  E.  9th  St.,  Los 
Angeles,  Calif.,  for  style  booklet  and 
name  of  nearbv  store. 


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•  Actual  color  photograph — F.  H.  Lewis  looks  over  some  fine,  light  tobacco,  before  aging. 

"ftJoaT  this  in  tjonA  daareRe,  ?" 

"Then  smoke  Luckies!"  says  F.  H.  Lewis,  independent  tobacco 
warehouseman  of  Stoneville,  N.  C,  "because  Luckies  pay 
the  price  to  get  milder,  better-tastin'  leaf  like  this." 


ELIEVE  me  — fine,  mild,  light 
tobacco  like  this  costs  real 
money.  But  that's  the  kind  Luckies 
go  after ...  and  pay  the  price  to  get. 

"I've  seen  'em  do  it  at  one 
market  after  the  other,  all  through 
the  Tobacco  Country. . .  so  you  can 
bet  your  boots  I  smoke  Luckies!" 

Smokers,  that's  a  pretty  good 
cue — from  a  man  who  knows  what 
he's  talking  about  —  a  man  who 
has  spent  his  life  buying,  selling 


and  handling  tobacco. 

Of  course  you  want  milder, 
better-tasting  tobaccos  in  your  cig- 
arette— the  kind  that  bring  higher 
prices  at  the  auctions.  Next  time 
you  step  up  to  a  cigarette  counter, 
why  not  be  sure  you  get  these  finer 
tobaccos?  Ask  for  Lucky  Strike. 

Remember:  independent  tobac- 
co experts  —  buyers,  auctioneers, 
warehousemen  —  smoke  Luckies 
by  an  overwhelming  majority  . . . 


WITH  MEN  WHO  KNOW  TOBACCO  BEST— IT'S  LUCKIES  2  TO  1