Modern Screen 1947-10 Vol. 35, No. 5

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bt >t >t > >t tt SEO Eb Ob OR OE bE OE Ob bbb tb bt bb tb Ob bb bb tb tt toi ob bob i bbb bbb ab bb at bt ob tat ott at tot otot tot tot tt tt It Happened One Night White Cliffs of Dover Published in The greatest this space star of the every month , screen! Every few years we get the Ten Best craze. You know—What ten books would you like to take to a desert island? FORE ITOK, ay The last time V2 { we had it was G when ‘‘Mrs. Ay released. _~ Everybody £2\ sent in his or @PZS herten-bestlist. Now we've got it again. We’ve seen M-G-M’s “Song of Love’. and we’re going to tell you about it. In turn, when you've seen it, we want you to tell us. We want you to list the TEN BEST LOVE STORIES EVER PRODUCED. And then we want to see where you classify “Song of Love’, To us, “Song of Love”’ is the ten most exciting love stories melted into one. It’s almost the story of love itself—the kind of love that sings in the heart. Katharine Hepburn, g Paul Henreid and Robert % Walker are in it. Katha- rine plays a gifted piano are two young composers. For her ears both wrote immortal music; for her heart both would have x kk M-G-M has caught the tenderness and the joy, the inspiration and the three-way friendship. Caught them, and set them to unfor- gettable music. Kee a KK Leo G. Carroll, Henry Daniell, Henry Stephenson, and others. Ke ewe ok. Clarence Brown, who brightened your Yearling”, is both director and pro- ducer. Ivan Tors, Irmgard Von Cube, Allen Vincent and Robert Ardrey did the screenplay. What ten films? What ten girls? Miniver’’ was kkk KONI Ie Ok. We en Ke kkk virtuosa; Paul and Robert given their lives. intimate details of their There’s a wonderful supporting cast: life with “‘National Velvet’’ and “The Ko OK we You’re invited to send in your list of ° love stories to Leo, c/o M-G-M, 1540 Broadway, New York 19, N. Y. We want to hear from you—whether you include “Song of Love” or not. Wik Tek, We think you will. — Lea P.S.: A few titles to get your ‘‘Song of Love”? started: A Farewell to Arms Jane Eyre A Guy Named Joe Kitty Foyle Camille Mrs. Miniver Cavalcade Random Harvest Dark Victory Rebecca Flesh and the Devil San Francisco Gaslight Seventh Heaven Gone With The Wind The Philadelphia Story PTE A Ey SUR a eT ee modern screen ¢ th petal ast f ARE RUSSELL AND MADISON MARRIED? (Gail Russell-Guy Madison) by Valerie Sloan 24 LADY IN RETIREMENT (Greer Garson ))........cccccccseeesenees by Virginia McPherson 27 MEMO ON A MADMAN (Bob Mitchum))....... PE era ee ii. by Christopher Kane 28 THE SINATRA SET (Frank Sinatra)... ie eed by Irene Greengard 30 ON A NOTE OF TRIUMPH (Rita Hayworth)............-cesesseese by Lola Leighter 32 "COOP’*.(Gary Cooper). i). 62. eee by Hedda Hopper 34 WEEKEND AT THE LADDS (Alan Ladd)......0....0..::.:.-+.s..by Christopher Kane 36 MY WIFE'S HUSBAND (June Allyson-Dick Powell).................... by Dick Powell 40 THE CASE OF AUTRY VSS ROGERS... ee by Carl Schroeder 42 GLENN FORD LIFE STORY (Conclusion )...........:ccc:scseseeseeeeene by Eleanor Powell 44. THE AWKWARD AGE (Peggy Ann Garner ))...........c:csssesesesteneeeeees by Keith Monroe 46 SIERRA MADRE (Humphrey Bogart). ......0.......:ccccccsccseseeeeeee es by Kirtley Baskette 48 MIRACLE ON MAIN STREET (Lizabeth Scott).............:ccc by David Charnay 50 EVERYTHING HAPPENS TO JOAN (Joan Leslie)........ by Nancy Winslow Squire 54 DEVOTION ¢Susan’ Peters) ss ee eee by Howard Sharpe 56 A YOUNG MAN’S FANCY (Frank Latimore).... ..... by Virginia Wilson 58 EVERYTHING WITH A KISS (Cary Grant)............ccccsecseeeseerees by Cameron Shipp 60 VISION IN WHITE (Barbara Lawrence ).............::::cc0ce0e- by George Benjamin 62 features : GOOD [NEWS is eee eS Se ee by Louella Parsons 4 PICTURE OF THE MONTH: “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” selected by Dorothy Kilgallen 14 _ departments BRE VIE WSS is ci5.isnc Sloe tics vases oo ates cae aNT ae oo aes See Ce cae Re by Virginia Wilson 16 INFORMATION. DESK?22 13 sac: cmsce cre ceverateensuspereeeteee eae eee eee by Beverly Linet 63 BEAUDY,:> sGlorify, Yours Harn! ae a cescecereeces ese ane eeee ee by Carol Carter 66 FASHION: Se Shean nae tueeby Constance Bartel 74 FAN! \ CLUBS coe 65 ee fe, us oe caraeees cate he scene ere eee eee by Shirley Frohlich 96 98 MUSIC:) “Sweet Ande Hoth: oie.cc. cogs vestads tsetse ae cette eee by Leonard Feather COVER PORTRAIT OF LIZABETH SCOTT (Hal Wallis star) BY NICKOLAS MURAY DESIGNED BY LESTER BEALL o Miss Scott's suede ensemble by Sills & Co. at Seidenbach’s, Tulsa, Oklahoma ‘ MGREEN, Editor SSC eect TOM CARLILE, western manager SHIRLEY FROHLICH, associate editor FLORENCE EPSTEIN, assistant editor FERNANDO TEXIDOR, art director BILL WEINBERGER, art editor CONSTANCE BARTEL, fashion editor BEVERLY LINET, information desk CHARLES SAXON, cartoon editor ROMA BURTON, western editor GUS GALE, staff photographer BOB BEERMAN, staff photographer DON ORNITZ, staff photographer CARL SCHROEDER, editorial consultan: LAYNG MARTINE, promotion director JEAN KINKEAD, contributing editor — f f POSTMASTER: Pledse send notice on Form 3578 and copies returned under Label Form 3579/to 149 Madison TE, New York 16, w York p Vol. 35, No. 5, October, 1947. 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Theyre playing that WW BEDI same again! Everyone’s listing the Screen’s Most Exciting Love Stories! Try it! It’s fun! “SAN FRANCISCO” “ARS. MINIVER” 2 : Yes! We could go on... but you get the idea! Get up your list of 10 favorite Love Stories ... and send it to 1540 Broad- way, New York 19, N. Y. We want to hear from you! “THE GREAT ZIEGFELD”’ ae “RANDOM HARVEST” “A GUY NAMED JOE’ “WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER’ ““GASLIGHT” M-G-M presents KATHARINE HEPBURN - PAUL HENREID - ROBERT WALKER Br A CLARENCE BROWN PRODUCTION with LEO G. CARROLL « HENRY DANIELL.» HENRY STEPHENSON Screen Play by IVAN TORS, IRMGARD VON CUBE & ALLEN VINCENT & ROBERT ARDREY © Produced and Directed by CLARENCE BROWN A METRO-GOLDWYN-MAYER PICTURE s wee

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: ie At the premiere of Arthur Rank's British import, Black Narcissus, Dinah John Payne and Glo De Haven were squelching divorce rumors again at Shore and George Montgomery ("'expecting" in December) teased the the Narcissus opening. Most effective “squelcher’’ was the pair of Edgar Bergens about Ed's amorous mortician role inJ Remember Mama. diamond-and-pearl earrings Glo is wearing—a birthday gift from John. eS Rien After the premiere, invited guests, including Cornel and Pat Wilde, The star of Black Narcissus, Deborah Kerr, and her husband, Tony | reassembled at the Chanteclair Restaurant, to honor producer Rank. Bartley, sat with the Bill Doziers (Joan Fontaine). Joan has asked a | Soon after. the Wildes separated—'for reasons beyond their control." mere $350,000 to make Victoria Grandolet, but Mike Curtis said ‘no." eS: M@ The plight of Judy Garland has deeply f. 4 touched the heart of Hollywood, where many tragedies occur, but few as sad as her story, | — which seems so unnecessary. a.) ge « Only yesterday, she was a little girl singing } fl ee ) and dancing up the ladder of fame with = -: . Mickey Rooney. Today, she is fighting desperately to get back her health and happiness—a victim of the sleeping pill habit, caused by nerve- ‘racking insomnia. Judy has never been a physically strong girl and the endless “white nights” proved too fj, much for her. She completed The Pirate |} with Gene Kelly, and then collapsed. From the beginning of that picture, the |

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is Giles asst | Evie and Van Johnson, who rarely miss an opening, arrived early. _ Sentimentalists, they're already planning to postpone the birth of their baby (by Caesarian) until January 25, their wedding anniversary. | ; i '' H's Durante, eta (Crt the gorgeous distractions are Janet Blair i|\people working with her knew something j "was wrong. She had spells that lasted from || five minutes to an hour. The climax came with an overdose of sleeping tablets—not in- j\\tentional, but in a heartbreaking Struggle for |'rest and sleep. For awhile, it was believed that Judy might ‘mot make another picture, ever again. But | feports are so encouraging no one still be- -| lieves that. | Vincente Minnelli, her director-husband, 3| has been a lamb ‘throughout her trouble. He 0|'told me, personally, the only rifts they had ¢)\ever had were due to her poor health. | | Now everyone is hoping that when she is ¢ ‘completely well it will solve her marriage the well-dressed man, who lures all the gals. That's ‘Marjorie Little on the left (gossips say she'll be Mrs. Jimmy), and and Esther Williams. Milde problems, and that Judy, Vince and the baby will be happy together. Get well soon, Judy. We're pulling for you with strings straight from the heart. The same month that brings sad news about one former child actress, brings glad news about another. Shirley Temple is going to have a baby! If you happen to be over twenty-five, this may make your bones creak. But it is the most wonderful thing in the world to Shirley and that good-looking young husband of hers, John Agar. I’m delighted for the youngsters—but I’m siill wondering why, iust a few weeks before a Promoting Anglo-American relations at the Rank party were Peter Lawford (who split his toe playing tennis), Jean Coyne, and Keenan Wynn. Keenan's enthusiastic about playing Porthos in the new version of Three Musketeers. The Walter Wangers came ‘en famille'—permitting our photogs a rare shot of the beautiful Bennett daughters—Melinda and Diana. Didja know it was Joan who started the craze for diamond-studded glasses? the Agars made the news official—Shirley’s mother almost hit the ceiling when I asked her if it were true. _ , Mrs. Temple said it was absolutely false, that Shirley had a very full picture-making schedule, and that the Stork wasn’t anywhere in the plans. The next time I think I'll believe my pipeline, which was certainly correct in this case. But I’m not fussing. I’m too happy for Shirley. She is already at work knitting pink and blue things. She says she wants the very first things her baby wears to be made by herself. The nursery will be pink AND blue, which certainly takes care of the boy (?)- girl (?) problem. + NN EE a ee a Ek

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louvella parsons ir | as ie oie ginia's gown was grey chiffon over The girl in Mark Stevens’ life is loudly ru- mored as Hedy Lamarr. Ever since Mark separated from his wife he has had eyes only for Hedy, and I’m telling you, this news-some two-some is more serious than most people think. Hedy’s divorce from John Loder is very recent, too, which is probably the best reason Hedy and Mark tried to be so secretive about their dates. For awhile they patronized only the quietest corners in the quietest beach cafés. ; I hope, if Hedy is really in love with Mark, that this will be the solution to the blue funk she’s been in for the past year. If ever there was an unhappy glamor girl, it was Hedy. She couldn't seem to snap out of feeling sorry for herself or thinking that Following the reception for a few intimate friends, the newlyweds spent a one-day honeymoon in their Virginia Mayo and Michael O'Shea were married on July 5, at the Little Church of the Flowers. Vir- pink satin. remodelled home in the San her troubles were the woes of the world. Maybe Mark will change all that. She’s too beautiful, and has too many things to be thankful for, to be on the verge of melan- cholia. : All right, so I’m a traitor to my sex. Men host the best parties! I don’t know what the secret is, but everytime I’ve attended a Hollywood party given by men, it’s been a whale of a fun night. History repeated itself in a recent grand affair tossed by two gentlemen of distinction, Fefi Ferri, the well known agent and man about the world, and “Prince Mike Roman- off, who gets around a bit, himself. At one time, Fefi owned the Monte Carlo Casino, so he should know how to stage a Fernando Valley. Here, old friends Cathy O'Donnell and Farley Granger propose a toast as Virginia's mother (Martha Jones) couple met four years ago while working together in Jack London. smiles approval. The bridal ~ good party. He furnished the birthday, and Mike furnished the house and adjoining tent. I sat at the same table with Lizabeth Scott, more familiarly known as Liz, and I was amazed at the change in her. She | glittered and sparkled conversationally and | sartorially. When she first landed here, she was so | frightened, so jittery and so nervous I thought | we would both have a nervous breakdown | before I could get an interview out of her. But success has brought Liz poise and a nice salty humor. (She knows some cute Stories!) | Cary Grant came along, which seems to be | a good old habit with him, lately. Why am I saying “good”? When a man is as attrac: | tive as Cary, this is a bad habit. Mrs. Darryl Zanuck (Continued on page 8)

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Too much between them for anger! uch between them for love! ___ Emotion as violent as the era The pages of a best-seller pour their violence and excitement onto the screen! a REX HARRISON: MAUREEN O'HARA cewuncsox "RICHARD HAYDN-VANESSA BROWN VICTOR McLAGLEN - PATRICIA MEDINA GENE LOCKHART - CHARLES IRWIN - HUGO HAAS - DENNIS HOEY oireses ty JOHN M. STAHL © eratuces y WILLIAM A.BACHER > scseton tne novel by Frat eth {i | i |

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WISH I HATED EM! THEN THIS FREEZE-OUT YOUR SISTER'S HANDING ME WOULDNT HIT ME SO HARD! TIM IN BAD WITH SIS, TOO. SHE WANTS YOU TO SEE YOUR DENTIST ABOUT BAD BREATH. BUT WHEN I SAID I'D TELL YOU — SHE JUMPED ALL OVER ME! TO COMBAT BAD BREATH, I RECOMMEND COLGATE DENTAL CREAM! FOR SCIENTIFIC TESTS PROVE THAT IN 7 OUT OF 10 CASES, COLGATES INSTANTLY STOPS BAD BREATH THAT ORIGINATES IN THE MOUTH! “Colgate Dental Cream’s active penetrating foam gets into hidden crevices between teeth —helps clean out decaying food particles— stop stagnant saliva odors—remove the cause of much bad breath. And Colgate’s soft pol- | ishing agent cleans enamel thoroughly, ' gently and safely!” HER KID BROTHER'S TIP-OFF SHOWED ME HOW TO GET THE TREATMENT IM GETTING NOW! COLGATE DENTAL CREAM Cleans Your Breath While It Cleans Always use COLGATE DENTAL CREAM after you eat and before every date __ louvella | parsons’ tu yous had a dress out of this world—black lace, very tight fitting, sort of like the dresses worn by our grandmothers—and underneath she wore tight fitting pantalettes trimmed with green ribbons. The bodice was laced with tiny green ribbons—the whole effect cuter than the proverbial bug’s ear. It was a night for the Rex Hamisons to be unusually gay. Sometimes, they seem to sit in corners without mixing in much but this wasn't such an occasion. Rex told me he was in the mood to celebrate because he had just finished Foxes of Harrow and he and Lilli would soon be heading for England and home, where he will make Escape. What is Norma Shearer’s secret formula for staying young and beautiful? It's a shame she can't make up her mind to return to the screen. She was wearing a gown with what looked like a gingham bodice. On her it looked good—but I can’t imagine anyone else wearing it. : That fascinatin’ Frenchman, Louis Jourdan, was the center of attraction. If I may be so bold, and I shall be so bold, I would say he is our next big star. His boss, David Selznick, was in an ani- mated conversation with his estranged wife, Irene. I noticed Jennifer Jones was not there. Two ladies huddling all evening were Mrs. Red Skelton and Ed Gardner took cover after doing their bit at Music For The Wounded Benefit at Hollywood Bowl. Jimmy -Durante, Ed Gardner, Frank Sinatra and Danny Kaye joined the veterans on the) sidelines after the Bowl benefit. | Douglas Fairbanks and Mrs. Van Johnson— both expectant mothers. Van is so happy and adoring these days. I used to think parties bored him, but he really seems to have a good time now with Evie by his side. Immediately after dinner Lana Turner said, “I've got to go home. I’m working, and |! have to get eight hours’ sleep.” I can well remember when Lana didn't feel that way— but Tyrone Power has certainly changed my little Lana. She is really in love and “minds” Ty with her heart in her eyes. For a girl who used to be so thoroughly independent with her beaux, Lana is a revelation. I’m betting strong on this romance to end in| marriage when Tyrone is free. I came home with the Sam Goldwyns and showed them my new projection room. It was completely dark getting there—but Sam was a good sport. He was very interested in our new set-up for seeing pictures to tell you fans about. * * 2 * Don't let anybody kid you that Joan Craw- ford will ever forgive Don “Red” Barry, the cowboy star, for loading her down with gifts of diamonds and furs—most of them unpaid for. Soon after I broke my exclusive story about this romantic (Continued on 10)

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In emergency, DeLong Bob Pins have been used as letter-openers ... door keys... paper clips—but that’s not why women buy so many ot them. Smart women who pride themselves on being value-conscious and well-groomed, know there’s nothing like the DeLong Bob Pin, with its Stronger Grip, tor keeping your hair-do neat from . They’ve learned that it’s foolish to buy poorly made bob pins morning ’til night. . that slip out, when they can get the extra-strong, extra-snappy DeLong product everywhere. Just remember — Quality Manufacturers for Over 50 Years BOB PINS HAIR PINS SAFETY PINS HOOKS & EYES HOOK & EYE TAPES 19 SNAPS PINS SANITARY BELTS Errol Flynn (here at Ciro's with wife Nora) may have to adkieo. a foot operation as a result of a tennis accident. When he's on his feet again, he'll build a hotel in Jamaica, West Indies. debacle, another commentator aired the “news that this romance was still on. Nonsense. It was too humiliating an experience for a girl of Joan’s prestige for her to easily for- give and forget. I take my hat off to Joan, though, for refusing to be the “fall girl” and for returning the gifts to the merchants to whom they belonged. Joan told me, “Later I decided I wanted some of them, and decided to buy and pay for them myself!” I bet one she got back for herself is that beautiful diamond necklace. * * * Everybody went summer-theater nutz this year. Little theaters, with ocean splashing through the dialogue, sprang up like freckles in Laguna, La Jolla and other vacation spots. Gregory Peck had his sleeves rolled up most of the summer launching his pride and pet, the La Jolla Playhouse. It didn’t bother him in the least that an audience of ice- cream-cone eaters usually had their heads stuck backstage during rehearsals. Greg didn’t happen to direct Dear Ruth —but it was a big hit with Diana Lynn and © Guy Madison. his last summer’s stock performances. * * Eo Close-up of Linda Darnell: easily. have to be careful . .. Her last movie Forever Amber is not her favorite role. Her Guy is much improved over She bruises Heroes, kissing her in love scenes, parsons’ first, Hotel For Women is . . . She has 4 brunette, dusky personality but prefers herself ! as a blonde .. . She talks her native Texas) ' out of a face 5S Rubens . . . She sounds off) and pops off and loves a hot argument. . | Her studio pals are not the other stars.|| Usually her dressing room is crowded durin lunch time with hairdressers, prop boys, elec-|| tricians and wardrobe women airing the| latest studio “gripes” . . . She thinks her husband, Pev Marley, has one of the most} interesting male faces she has ever seen, and is constantly sketching him. She’s an un-j commonly good artist . . . She used to have} an inferiority complex. But not anymore— | : she’s a queen now and she knows it .. .| | She puts on weight if she is caught in the | same room with a piece of pastry. But taking off weight too fast made her very} ill .. . Her pet of all pets was a chicken | named “Weedy.” Weedy had the run of|” the house until she died . . . When she recon- | ‘ | oe ciled with Pev after a six months’ separation, } she swore they would never be parted again. | But when vacation time rolled around and he} | was working on another movie, Linda took) off for Europe, alone . . . She’s a postcard | sender and marks the spots in hotels where her room is . . . She’s also a gum-chewer,} © a Coke drinker, a foot tapper, a doodler and} ” an all around swell gal. * * * British movie magnate, J. Arthur Rank, may f” be Hollywood's (Continued on Bae 1235 a

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BOBBY DRISCOLL set ‘GORDON M. DOUGLAS Pera i tea any Hear these Song Hits! “If You Knew Susie” % What Do | Want with Money” e Living the Life e Love” “My, How the Time Goes By” “My Brooklyn Loye Song’ “"We'r —

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VIRGINIA MAYO What a heavenly body... coming Zz Fagle-Lion Films presenfsZz “GEORGE BRENT - VIRGINIA MAYO | TURHAN BEY - ANN DVORAK CAROLE LANDIS in vera caspary’s With ELIZABETH PATTERSON ®JULIA DEANeRICHARD LANE* CHARLIE SMITH Produced by tsadore G. Goldsmith » Directed by Leigh Jason Maen FOY uy LL charge of production Laurence Olivier, with his hair dyed for Hamlet, leaves Buckingham Palace with wife, Vivien Leigh, immediately after he was knighted by the king. "It's MODERN SCREEN's Fan Club Trophy—and it's ours!" Kathryn Smith explained proudly to her honorary, Nelson Eddy, at the Fan Convention. greatest movie competition, but you would never have guessed it the way the red carpet was rolled out for him. He even got in on a typical Hollywood premiere—for one of his own pictures, Black Narcissus. It's a beautiful picture, but I don't care for the theme. Be that as it may—after the big affair at the theatre, Hollywocd, en masse, moved on to the Chanteclair, the new night spot on the famous Sunset Strip, where the Ranks were guests of honor. Roz Russell not only looked lovely in rose colored chiffon, but she was one of the lucky ones who was able to get a choice seat. ' There were more guests than the Chanteclair or any other average café could possibly accommodate—and it was something to see the top stars waiting around for a place to sit!. Deborah Kerr, the British beauty J. Arthur would give his eyeteeth to get back, was the only woman at the Rank table. Which put no one’s nose out of joint because she’s the star of Black Narcissus. She’s also a charming person. Deborah told me she had changed her mind about going back to lovella parsons’ tod NS England to await the birth of her baby. Of course, at the last minute, she may change her mind again. Her husband is the only | son of Lord Bartley, and family pressure may prove too strong. Ida Lupino, who is expected to marry Collier Young, Warner literary editor, as soon as his divorce.is final, was with him, natch. Ida is one of the most vivacious actresses in town and I think she’s getting better looking all the time. A few nights | previous, I had seen Ida and Collier at this | same place, chatting affably with her ex, | Louis Hayward, and Louis’ new wife, Peggy. | Greer Garson made just a brief appearance | with her flame red hair because she was leaving immediately for Pebble Beach where she has her summer home. It seems pretty | definite now that Greer and Richard Ney will not reconcile. Several times he’s gone with her to Pebble Beach, but these trips never seemed to help. Claudette Colbert came with the William Goetzes—who were the host and hostess of the party. It was almost Claudette’s swan __ (Continued Gn page 83) oon ae a

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and Bill Goodwin and MALORE Reyne, Screen and Rowlang He ot ur Produceq by BERT 1 SS So G8 eee a. \ vi SOMETHING! _.. SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ALL OVER— ESPECIALLY AROUND YOUR HEART! Se aoe

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dorothy. kilgallen selects at ‘ihe secdilieg of life of “Sameam walter nAaltty a @ Samuel Goldwyn, an extraordinarily talented In another icnes he's Mecene Mitty, a gel musician. fellow with a length of Technicolor, has taken a Sanaa sad, funny, wistful, satiric little story of James Thurber’s, pumped it full of lavish blondes, ad-. ditional scenes, orchestrations, expensive sets and Danny Kaye, and achieved a veritable confection in the department of screen musicals. This is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, and while, unquestionably, it is somewhat more rococo than what Mr. Thurber had in mind when he wrote the innocent tale of a Milquetoast with bravura dreams, it is nevertheless a dazzling bonanza for moviegoers, and in its expanded and bedizened form, a perfect showcase for the Kaye versatility. It gives the star an opportunity to play around with characterizations of a terribly brave, fright- fully casual RAF ace, a genius of a surgeon, a dauntless sea-captain, a hard-riding, hard-fight- ing, fast-shooting cowboy and a gallant, nerveless Mississippi gambler—and yet remain Walter Mitty, timid and meek as an Easter bunny. The male creature who goes through life on tiptoe is, I suspect, the favorite character of Danny Kaye. Virginia Mayo, who looks like a great big peach ice cream soda with whipped cream, and seems to have been destined at birth to appear in Technicolor pictures, is becoming to Danny Kaye what Dorothy Lamour is to Bob Hope— a trademark, and indispensable. So, naturally, she is the girl of Walter (Continued on page 116) Geos Here he imagines himself as Kit Mitty, hero of the Wild West. f ee 14 A quick flight of PD and he's a French hat-designer. a een ns esr Goa et a Co

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16 High school graduate Betty Grable first meets song-and-dance man Dan Dailey when she attends a San Francisco show with girl friends Anabel Shaw and Vanessa Brown. On a dare she takes a job with the show. In time, Betty becomes Dan's partner and wife, Marshall is proud of her folks, but Mona Freeman is ashamed of their vaudeville background—for she's fallen in love with a society boy. At least one Betty Grable musical in Technicolor should be buried in a corner- And if that’s going to be done, my vote goes to Mother Wore Tights. Its gay good humor and easy melodies are a perfect example of America's favorite type of entertainment. Myrtle McKinley (Betty Grable), who graduates from Oakland High School in 1900. Myrtle plays the dancing lead in the school musical, and exposes a good two inches of leg doing it. Grandma (Sara Allgood), with whom she lives, is considerably shocked, but Grandpa (George Cleveland) is heard to mutter something about “them that has ‘em shows ‘em.” stone of our civilization. Its heroine is Daughter Connie Myrtle is supposed to go to business school after graduation. Instead, she gets a job as chorine in a San Francisco revue house. One of the performers on the same bill is Frank Burt (Dan Dailey). It doesn't take Myrtle long to decide that she is going to be Mrs. Frank Burt, but it does take her quite a while to sell Frank the same idea. The average male, exposed to those gams, and love besides, would have leaped at the chance. Not Frank. He’s been around a long while, and he isn't planning on getting married, hardly at all. He even lets Myrtle go off to Los Angeles without admitting he’s in love with her. But she weakens and comes back, and before he can remember not movie eviews: by Virginia Wilson to show how glad he is to see her, they're married. Myrtle retires to have a couple of babies— Iris and Mikie. She has no intention of going | back on the stage. But Frank needs a part-_ | ner, and Grandma has some caustic things to say about any wife who would let her husband tour the country with a peroxide blonde. So the old team of Burt and Mc- Kinley return to vaudeville, with the McKinley legs in their blue sequin tights more beauti- ful than ever. It isn't until Iris (Mona Freeman) and Mikie (Connie Marshall) are growing up that Myrtle realizes the problems created by a mother who wears tights.—20th-Fox

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___mad BODY AND SOUL You've seen “punchy” prizefighters, haven't you? Stumble-bums, they call them when they've reached that stage, and they aren't very pretty. Here's the story of a fighter who comes close to ending just that way. When Charley Davis (John Garfield) is just a big-muscled kid, he wins a fight in a lower east side political club. He meets a girl that same night named Peg (Lilli Palmer). A nice girl. That should have been a good omen, but things happen in a funny way sometimes. Especially to guys like Charley, who let other people do their thinking for them. He hooks up with a small promoter, Quinn (William Conrad). Anything to get in the fight racket. Anything to make money. Charley wants money for his mother (Anne Revere), but she'd rather see him dead than a fighter. He wants money for Peg, but she cares only for him, not money. He wants money for himself, but when he gets it through “fixed” fights, he doesn't like himself any more. Still he goes on. Lets Quinn decide things for him. After Quinn, a big-time promoter named Hoberts (Lloyd Goff). Same kind of deal. Bigger fights, bigger box-office, but about the same average of fixes. Only now they're coming Charley's way, because he is the Champ. He has a new girl—a Broadway type. Alice (Hazel Brooks) tells him he’s terrific, and yells “Kill him, Charley!”’ at the ringside during the fights. Peg never yelled Kill him, Charley!” She used to bury her face in her hands. What kind of girl was that for a fighter? He's lucky to be rid of her. Only he can’t forget her. There are other people, too, whom he can't forget. Shorty (Joseph Pevney) who was his ‘best friend. It wasn’t Charley's fault if the guy got run over by a truck one night, was it? Just because he was mad at Charley, and wasn't looking where he was going? Then there's Ben (Canada Lee), who got hurt in a fight. Hurt bad—at Robert's orders. Ben's going to die soon, but what the hell, everybody's got to die sometime. Haven't they? If only Charley could go back and talk things over with Peg. If only she would understand.—U.A. because I steady-date with Mum! That’s a bright girl! You'll never let it be said that fun and romance pass you by because you fail to guard your charm... because you didn’t stay nice to be near. Remember, your bath takes care of past perspiration— but Mum prevents risk of futvre underarm odor. 2+.a sfityiret gl wi Product of Bristol-Myers um safe for charm . Mum checks perspiration odor, keeps un- derarms dainty all day or evening. | um safe for skin No irritating crystals. Snow-white Mum is gentle, harmless to skin. * No harsh ingredients in Mum to rot or dis- um safe for clothes color fine fabrics. Economical Mum doesn’t dry out in the jar. Quick, easy to use, even after you're dressed. Body and Soul: Canada Lee can't talk money- John Garfield into quitting the ring. 1 Kf | iM | ay q HA i) SS ee

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OUT OF THE BLUE I've never thought of George Brent as a -hen-pecked type, but in Out Of The Blue he certainly gives a good imitation of a Caspar Milquetoast husband. You know— the kind who isn't allowed to smoke in the house. His name, of course, isn’t really Milque- toast, even in the picture. It's Arthur Earthleigh, and his wife is Mae (Carole Landis). She is forever nagging at Arthur. Right now the argument is about a dog be- longing to the artist (Turhan Bey) who has the neighboring terrace. The pooch, Rabelais, has, it seems, jumped over the fence and com- mitted a slight indiscretion on Mae’s immacu- late floor. Z Mae is going away over the weekend to visit a sick sister, and she wants to be sure Arthur will “take steps’ about Rabelais while she’s gone. “That David Ridges and his dog, and the parade of women going in and out of his apartment!” she says malev- olently. “They ought all] to be thrown out.” “They're very beautiful girls.” Arthur's tone is slightly wistful. ‘And he says they’re his models.” Mae gives him an indignant stare. 5 When he finally gets her off on her train, Arthur drops into a bar near home for a quick one. Through circumstances beyond his control (he keeps telling himself), he has some drinks with a woman he meets there. Her name is Olive (Ann Dvorak), she’s very drunk and she comes home with Arthur, in spite of his protests. Meanwhile, David, next door, is in a fury. He’s had a letter from Arthur's attorney say- ing Rabelais must be sent to a kennel. Also he’s having trouble with his favorite model, Deborah (Virginia Mayo), who admits she’s in love with him, but refuses to do anything about it. When Arthur puts what is, apparently, Olive’s “corpse” over on David's terrace, the artist reaches the boiling point. For the next few days that’s the most active “corpse” you ever heard of, and almost everyone lands in jail on account of it. You'll find this amusing, if not startlingly original.—Eagle-Lion Out of the Blue: Turhan Bey surprises model Ginny Mayo and G. Brent with a corpse. Your dyes tell you... what your skin has always known There is only one Kleenex Hold a Kleenex* Tissue up to a light! You won’t find lumps, or weak spots. You'll see Kleenex quality come smiling through! Each tissue always the same ... with that special quality of soft- ness... strength .. . you depend on in Kleenex, your favorite of all tissues. And only Kleenex gives you the Serv-a-Tissue Box. You pull a Kleenex Tissue, and up pops another ! Americas Favorite Tissue Liked best in a nation-wide survey by 7 out of 10 tissue users.

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Merton of the Movies: Skeets Gallagher assures Red Skelton nobody will laugh at his dramatics. MERTON OF THE MOVIES Did you ever hear of a would-be actor who wanted to be a comedian? Certainly not! They all want to play Hamlet, or any- way, Henry the Fifth. And that’s the way it is with Merton Gill (Red Skelton). Merton lives in Tinkerton, Kansas, and he works for a general store during the day and as @ movie usher at night. This is the era of silent pictures—of epics, starring Lawrence Ruppert (Leon Ames) and Beulah Baxter (Gloria Grahame). Merton has just finished a ‘correspondence course in acting and spends the long winter evenings trying to make like Ruppert. Comes the night—ah, fatal night—when Ruppert’s train breaks down while passing through Tinkerton. Merton happens to be at the station so he meets his idol. In fact, he is allowed to supply him with a glass of gin- gerale, into which the great man empties the contents of his silver flask. “Medicine,” he explains kindly to Merton, who is dope enough to believe him. Merton even believes him when Ruppert, fractured to the eyebrows, says, ‘You must look me up in Hollywood some time.” Six weeks later. Merton is now in Holly- wood. Has been for a month, without being able to contact Ruppert or convince the picture industry that it needs some new faces, es- pecially -his. If it hadn’t been for Phyllis Montague CVirginia O’Brien), he probably would have quietly starved to death. Phyllis has been a trouper since she was five, and she recognizes the symptoms. of frustrated genius and malnutrition. She gets Merton some “extra” work. Something strange happens. Merton can do the most serious scenes in the world and people die laughing. But he can't stand being laughed at so he quits. It's only when Phyllis and producer Baird (Charles Brown) pull a very fast one on him that Merton becomes really “of the movies.”— M-G-M VARIETY GIRL Paramount has taken a dime size plot, and put every star on the lot to dancing on it. The result is a slightly confused but merry melange of comedy and music. For me, the (Continued on page 123) “For Lovely. hair all mon, adow, / How sweetly feminine is the appeal of a woman’s lovely hair to men. Hair gleaming with natural highlights—sparkling with silken softness—invit- ing with clean fragrance. For though your hair-style be formal or free as the wind, it’s ‘your natural hair-appeal men love. And more and more women are learning that Lustre-Creme Shampoo brings out the fullest natural glory of their hair ... quickly (no special rinse)... easily ... inexpensively. Not a soap, not a liquid, Lustre-Creme Shampoo is an amazing new dainty cream that lathers luxuriously in hard or soft water, and sweeps dullness away. Out of her wealth of cosmetic lore, Kay Daumit blended gentle lanolin with special secret ingredients to achieve this almost-magic cream that offers new glamour, wonderful obedience, to your hair! Try Lustre-Creme— The Cream Shampoo for The Hair Men Love. At all cosmetic counters. See how a fingertipful of Lustre-Creme Shampoo bursts into heaps of fragrant lather. See how fempting it leaves your hair! Not dried—not dulled— not unruly—but silken soft, responsive, sparkling Family 1 Ib., $3.50 Also 30¢ and 55¢ sizes. as if you'd given it a hard brushing. ‘Gav. Gem Sano Kay Daumit, Inc. (Successor), 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, ill. Four ounces, $1.00 23 ee

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ARE RUSSELL AND MADISON MARRIED? ™@ For weeks now, various interested (this is another word for nosey) parties have been calling up the Para- mount publicity department. “Is Gail Russell married to Guy Madison?” they demand. You can almost hear the Paramount publicists shrugging on the other end of the phone. “Ask Gail Russell,” they say, muttering under their breath, “Not that she'll tell you.” They’re so right. Ask Gail Russell, and she leers engagingly. “It’s a free country; believe what you please.” All she’ll admit is that she isn’t dis-. interested, and that’s not exactly news. There are certain facts from which you can draw your own conclusions, however. There’s a picture of Guy in Gail’s room. “Procrastination is the thief of time,” it says. Procrastination? And Guy has a picture of Gail with the legend: “From this day for- ward—” (Continued on page 73) i Guy and Gail (above, at the Little Theater production of Skin Of Our Teeth) won't confirm they're married. But here's a clue: Guy's bought a house— unfurnished. He and his brother Wayne are living in it—and sleep on the floor! GAIL AND GUY WON'T TALK... BUT WOULD HE SWIPE HER CIGARETTES, AND woo HER WITH A BEAT-UP ROSE—IF THEY WERE ONLY GOING STEADY? | V Y | nord, SOA special Modern Screen reporter

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again.” For months Greer Garson hid in seclusion, refusing to discuss her tot- tering marriage. - Now, for the first time, she : explains what happened to her in those desperate weeks. 8 i | @ “Ive pulled myself out of the dumps—completely. I’m a new woman now. My troubles are all solved—well, al- most all—and nothing is ever going to worry me BY VIRGINIA McPHERSON “Greer Garson talking. A brand new Greer—happy and vivacious. Far different from the melancholy girl who dropped out of circulation when her separation from Richard Ney made _ front page headlines last t year. It was her first — ee interview in months, and she s skipped . . . not walked . . . down = the winding stairs of her English-style Bel Air home to greet me. “Hello, Virginia,” she said, flut- tering a white hand through her red curls, “Lunch will be ready in a minute. Come and pick some water cress with me in the creek.” Since last February, Greer has been living a quiet life of semi-retirement. She had packed some clothes in a bag, scooped up her poodles, hopped into her shiny Lincoln, and driven up the (Continued on page 69)

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CHRISTOPHER KANE HOLLYWOOD -CALIFORNIA Dear A and Henrys : | = I quit. I've lost my faith in men as a form of life. I spent the whole ‘afternoon on n Republic's "The Red Pony" Location with Robert Mitchum, and all ot got was a blister on my heel so big it's going ua have little blisters any ‘minute now, and 8 story you ‘oan't possibly USO. | Not unless somebody goes out with an axe, and hacks Mitchum's tongue loose from his cheek. Si PA fiat cilapte I pot of tr. M., he wa ‘sitting on e mess of hay, chewing a straw, and looking insolent. The aa ahewine is part of character- ization for the picture. The looking insoles” comes natural to him. He looks insolent something wonderful. "I'm from Modern Screen," | I said meekly. He contemplated me for a minute or two, and then (continued on page 64) Sy ge a ee

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the sinatra set Frank learned how to do an acrobatic dance and handspring for Hank Sanicola (left) used to bang out songs for Frank, and } The Kissing Bandit, his \atest costume picture. Little Nancy isn't even financed his wedding. Later, Frank staked his music | impressed, but Bobby Burns, his manager and pal, is interested. business, and now everybody, including Toots Shor, is happy. I “We're not ashamed h to love him," his pals say about Sinatra—and he really mean it. Because, yn for Frank, they'd even give up their ulcers! By IRENE GREENGARD Frank's going to write a book with Carroll Carroll titled, "Boys and Girls Together," urging tolerance among kids. Here, he looks over a new fune with his arranger and bandleader, Axel Stordahl.

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E The joke’s on Jimmy (Schnozzle) Durante, but he seems to be enjoying it. Phil Silvers, Frank and Danny Thomas are the guys behind those imitations. ™ Phil Silvers had been studying the funny little patches of sunlight on the rug, and when he heard footsteps, he looked up dully. Frank was standing in the doorway. | “I’ve been chasing all over after you,” he was saying. “I’ve been thinking about you and Rags opening in New York next week, and boy, how I envy you bums!” Then he noticed the greyness in the man’s face, and put out his hand. “Rags’ll be all right, Pappy—” Phil Silvers moved his foot from one patch to another. “He’s dead,” he said, and got out of the chair like a tired old _ man, After a while, he began to talk. “There was an act we used to do in burlesque—” The words trailed off. “We were a pretty good team—” Later, it was Frank who talked Phil into going on alone; it was Frank who went to New York with him, and ap- peared with him that opening night at the Copacabana. They did the “My Buddy” number Phil and Rags had always done, and took their bows, and then Phil went out alone for the last one, and spoke to the wild, cheering house, in a quiet voice. “T’d like to take this bow for Rags,” he said, and over in the corner, his and Frank’s friend, Bobby Burns, was sitting with Toots Shor, and the tears were streaming down Toots’ wide, red face, and the room was so quiet you could hear the people crying. A month later, Phil Silvers showed up at Frank’s house, and stuck a tiny package into Frank’s hand. “For you,” he said shortly. The package had a cigarette lighter in it. There were the first few notes of “My Buddy” (Continued on page 119)

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"From the moment you spoke, you had us all at your command," said Anthony Eden to Rita Hayworth . . . and from Brussels to Paris to Prague, school- girls and statesmen re- echoed his tribute. by lola leighter as told to john powers H Rita Hayworth and I stood at the deck rail and giggled. “T’ll never believe it,” Rita gasped. “I shall never believe it. Two weeks ago I was a landlubber thinking of every- day things like marketing and motherhood responsibilities— and now, bing! I’m a sailor!” “Bing! Me too,” I said. “And isn’t it fun?” This incredible business had started one bright spring “morning in Hollywood. I was minding my own business out in the garden, when the phone rang, and it was Rita. “Hold the phone, Lola,” she said. “I’m having a brain- storm.” I held the phone and—knowing Rita very well indeed—I held my breath too. “Let’s go to Europe—now!” I said, “Sure, sure,” the way you do, and we both laughed like idiots. Even when Rita had talked it all over with the studio, even when we were both packing like mad, I don’t think either of us really thought it (Con’t on page 110) i l j i i i =

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In Brussels, Rita was a guest of honor at the Internation- al Film Festival, where films from all nations were shown. The Mayor himself introduced her to foreign dignitaries! The man who happily awaits Rita's autograph is no less a personage than M. Vermeylen, president of the Film Festi- val, Belgian Minister of the Interior-—and Hayworth fan! . R £ 29 sr “ 2» RN

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3 Se ee j EY ugane mae es The star of The Unconquered escorts his women-folk to the St. Martin's Charity Fair. Twelve-year-old Maria | is fortunate enough to look like both Rocky and Gary. 4 | ty ‘That’s why I couldn’t understand it when that gang of Maybe he was built for open skies, instead of stuf- fy drawing-rooms. But for Rocky, Gary Cooper would balance the daintiest teacup—and like it! — ™ I couldn’t understand why everybody was laughing. — It was one night during the war and I had a real scoop movie star on the stage at the Hollywood Canteen. Gary Cooper had balked when I first asked him to appear. Shy and embarrassed as always, he’d protested, “Those GI guys don’t want to see me, Hedda. They want some pretty gals. What in the world can J do?” “Now, Coop,” I-soothed, “leave it to me. [ll just ask a few questions and you follow my lead. They'll love it.” I’m not exactly Bob Hope and Coop’s a plenty tough subject. I did my best but what Gary mumbled back was short and not designed to lay anyone in the aisles, either. boys began to snicker, then laugh and then roar out loud. I was wearing a big hat with a long.feather in it, and I remember shaking it, puzzled at the panic we were hand- ing that audience. I wound up and turned around just in time to see Coop spit out a mouthful of feathers, while the Canteen rocked. My poor hat was as bare as a plucked chicken. All the time I’d been knocking myself out for laughs, Gary had quietly stolen the show by nibbling the feathers right off my best bonnet! I'd never in the world have guessed Gary Cooper would come up with a natural bit of sly comedy like that. It was worthy of Victor Moore or Jack Benny. It doubled me up—and that’s something in the face of a ruined hat, you can bet! Charles Laughton once called Gary Cooper the greatest actor in Hollywood. “Because,” explained Charlie shrewdly, “he acts from inside.” Sometimes it’s buried marrow-deep, and you’d néver in a million years suspect what goes on. But then—out it comes. And: you like it. What makes me sore at (Continued on page 101)

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This is the nearest Chris got to a horse, but really, she loves ‘em. Later, she got much closer to the feed-board (right) where fried ham, biscuits and meringue pie waited. @ “Listen,” I said to Al and Henry firmly. “Never mind with all that stuff.” They’d been telling me about the Alan Ladds’ brand of gracious hospitality, and I was ‘cynical. (Being born in Brooklyn is what does it.) “You’ve been invited for a weekend,” Al went on. “You'll find out for yourself.” Henry only glared. “And please keep your shoes on at the table. They’ve always thought well of MODERN SCREEN.” “Hmph,” I said. “The way you talk, their red carpet must look tattle-tale grey from being rolled out so much.” I forget who threw the ink bottle at me, but I left. I know when I’m not wanted. (Continued on next page) LIFE HAS LOST ITS CHARM FOR MODERN SCREEN REPORTER CHRIS KANE. EN St oe EE PEE reek Siete Sanaa BECAUSE AFTER A WEEK-END WITH THOSE HAPPY-GO-LUCKY LADDS— - WHAT'S LEFT WORTH LIVING FOR? By Christopher Kane RE et a See SSS toe WEEKE Pi THE —LADD’S

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Four-year-old Lonnie sticks like glue to her colt's saddle. Alana has a yellow cat and three large sheepdogs for play- But her Mom was afraid she'd topple off the upper deck of mates. Her favorite, though, is a colt named Jimmy, so the hobby the bed, so she got the lower, while Chris took her chances. horse is really kid stuff to Lonnie, who's being nice to the photog. 38

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it Chris' host showed her plans for a new three-room house the Ladds are building to take care of their enlarged family. Mean- while, baby David and nurse are living in the town house. . (Continued from preceding page) And here I am pub- liely apologizing. Because I spent a weekend at the Ladd ranch, and I never had more fun. Every good thing movie magazines say about the Ladds, you can double and underscore in purple ink. Their ranch is in a place called Hidden Valley, and two rows of pepper trees edge the drive up to it. Alan, who was having a brief interlude between Saigon and The Long Grey Line, met me beyond the pepper trees, and took my bag. He has a smile that would melt a heart of solid rock, and mine is only gravel, to begin with. — I was thinking to myself, “Hmm, good,” (just like the Campbell’s soup ad) when a small blonde child came up with a yellow cat in her arms. The small blonde child was Alana Ladd, more com- monly known as Lonnie. “Hello,” she said, stretching the yellow cat a little. “Hello,” I said back. “What’s the cat’s name?” (I have a theory that children like to answer questions, and it never works, but I go right on pushing it.) 7] eee ee a Alan wanted a boy, and he got almost nine pounds of one when David was born. Lonnie nicknamed him Butch, but maybe if he becomes an actor like Dad (in Wild Harvest) he'll change it. Lonnie gave me a scornful glance. “This cat has no name,” she said. “This cat is just kitty-cat.” “I beg your pardon,” I said feverishly. “I hardly know any cats. [’m a stranger—” Which was when I heard this soft-pitched laugh. I turned around, and a dark-haired girl with huge eyes and a heart-shaped face was standing beside me, look- ing amused. It was Susie Ladd, and she’s so much prettier than her pictures that I must confess, I stared. “Maybe you prefer ducks,” she said. “We've got some over here.” I followed her across the grounds and near a hay- stack, we found a duck, a drake, and six babies, all making various duck noises. “One of them got sick the other day,” Susie said. “And I nursed it so carefully. But it died. I even pried open its little bill and tried to force it to eat hard boiled ege with pepper.” “Did it ever occur to you that hard boiled egg and pepper may have killed it?” Alan interrupted. “Poor little (Continued on page 116)

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Chasen SS. Ree Fa MARAT. TT RRR roe Ren Hoe IT'S FIFTY-FIFTY WITH THE POWEL DICK CHOPS DOWN EVERY OTHER/ TREE, BOR- ROWS ONLY HALF @ A while back I suffered a passing slander in a magazine called MopERN ScrREEN. In cold type, surrounded by quotes, was the statement that I had a pointed head. “Bless his little pointed head,” I think was the line. The only reason I didn’t run to the telephone, call my attorney, and tell him to start going round and round with the publisher, is that it was my wife who made the remark. it would have been necessary for me to sue her, too, and due to the community property laws in California, I would have had to pay off half of whatever I won in the case. Besides, when you get through with a lawsuit, the lawyers buy a home in Bel Air. For the time being, I forgot about the insult and bought a home in Bel Air, myself. Despite some good arguments to the contrary, I’m no- body’s fool but my own, and I can prove it. Take the time when I and my wife, whose name by the way is June Allyson, kept all our money separate. I was being pretty wise and cagey (Continued on page 85) as | i | a ay E | | ie | 19 | ‘at Wp | a | Vi a | i |

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THERE ARE TWO SIDES TO EVERY CASE—EXCEPT THE AUTRY-ROGERS FEUD. 'CAUSE GENE AND ROY ARE SLUGGING IT OUT COWBOY-STYLE—AGAINST THE GOSSIP-MONGERS. 4 ver nha (it B(f fy ¢/) oo Pivixvacl| j SJ AYU YU WA i 4 www YY wV/ Y aaa There's always a nurse and vet on the set of The Last Roundup for Champ, Jr., Gene told author Carl Schroeder. ‘Ml Gene Autry and I were sitting on a fence one hot afternoon, on a ranch outside Newhall, California. I was wearing one of Gene’s som- breros, furnished by the wardrobe department. This made me feel like a charac- ter out of the Old West, so I said, “Podner, what is this here all now about the bitter feud between you and Roy Rogers, podner, you-all?” Gene gazed out over three ranges of mountains. In his eyes was a look of infinite indulgence. Also a vague suggestion of irritation. He said, “If you leave out the accent you picked up from a 1918 version of a Western script-writer, pardner, | would like to know about that feud myself.” I looked out into the cornfield and felt like one of the pumpkin heads lying there. “You know,” I went on, “all this stuff about you and Roy battling it out to find out who is really King of the Cowboys. I want to know about that. Do you and Roy skulk around the corner of Hollywood and Vine nights, with six shooters half drawn, waiting to mow each other down? On Hallowe’en will you sneak into (Continued on page 114) efron ee i oe

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The first time he saw Eleanor, "hello." Then, one beautiful day, she. © (Conclusion) married.” Peter and his Dad aren't sissies, but if the rag dolls in Pete's room get thirsty, the least a guy can do is give ‘em water. ™ “King Arthur and His Knights?” Glenn’s mother asked. ““You mean you’re in another school play?” Glenn replied. “A matinee out back in the barn. David's going to play his clarinet.” “T wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said. Then she added thoughtfully, “Did tHey have clarinets in King Arthur’s time?” _ glenn ford life story all he could manage was a half-shaky found he could say brilliant things, like "Let's get Among other things, Glenn's a whiz at target practice. Here, he and his pet cocker spaniel take time out on a hunting trip to view the timber and enjoy a snack. “No, I’m producing this one myself,” “What difference does it make? We — Glenn (Man From Colorado) collects rare stamps and records, but he enjoys fishing best, especially casting for salmon. 2? have to have music between the acts. King Arthur—as it was written, produced and directed by Glenn in the Ford’s leaky old barn—was a master- piece of improvisions. The costumes— the medieval suits of armor, that is— were fashioned from the household’s kitchen utensils. The setting was built from old apricot crates. In fact, every-. thing was make-shift, ener De S clarinet. a F wf Dear had to. 80 to the per- }f

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formance which went along pretty smoothly until a climactic point in the second act, when King Arthur’s Castle was subjected to siege. Right on cue, ‘David, clarinet in hand, dashed to the top of the set, and began to blow the charge signal on his horn. Then it hap- pened. With a splintering crash, the set collapsed, and David, blowing a sour off-key toot as he fell, pulled Glenn and the rest of the cast down into the wreckage with him. renee a Fortunately none of the cast was hurt. But David’s clarinet ended up in four pieces. The audience got up from their seats—buckets and boxes dragged in for the occasion—and went home convinced that they had seen the sea- son’s most unorthodox presentation of medieval life. The cast went home with David to help him explain to his mother about the clarinet. That ended the barn theater. And for a while, Glenn did not immediately get any recurrent ambitions to be an actor. Among other things, there was his running feud with a neighborhood boy, named Grant, who lived across the alley. Fighting with Grant was no new thing. It had started a number of years before, when for lack of something bet- ter to do, the two boys picked the figs off the trees in Glenn’s back yard and plastered them at each other. When figs were out of season, they progressed to clods. Then (Continued on page 104) 45 sea ee anal

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ie nd Sea ie ean on ae eS wr a < fey ae ve ™ Mrs. Garner was explaining to visitors about the restrictions on her daughter’s social life. “After all, Peggy Ann is only fifteen,” she went on, “and we simply don’t believe she’s old enough to be going out on solo dates. But we live near Beverly Hills High School, and she’s allowed to go to all the school games and school dances.” Mrs. Garner sounded like any mother of a fifteen-year-old—and Peggy Ann sounded like any girl her age, as she began a fervent rebuttal, winding up with “Probably when I’m a hundred and two years old, you'll finally say, ‘All right, Peggy Ann, you're old enough to have dates now.’” Her voice rose to a falsetto squeak on the last sentence. In spite of their disagreements on that sub- ject, the two are great pals, and Mrs. Garner goes out of her way to make sure that Peggy Ann has plenty of social jollifications. Every Friday night is open house at the Garners’ pleasant middle-sized home, and the neigh- borhood kids pour in for parties that bend the walls. Sandwiches, cokes, games, phono- graphs, the radio, and furious dancing keep everybody busy. A few youngsters from the movie studios occasionally turn up (Continued on page 99) Peggy's mother thinks she’s still too young for solo dates,- but Friday night is open-house and the walls bend . . . especially when Roddy McDowall does imitations of Carmen Miranda and Tallulah. THE WALLS ROCK, THE RADIO ROARS AND PEGGY ANN’S MOTHER REELS, BECAUSE THAT GARNER GAL’S STOMPING THROUGH THE AWKWARD AGE—ON HIGH-HEELED SHOES. by Keith Monroe

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Scotty Beckett provides music for the agony chorus. Barbara Whiting, Betty Sullivan, Carol Klingstedt and George Shelton join Peggy in sing- ing all the latest hit-paraders. Peggy wants to go to Northwestern U_ with her best pal, Barbara (under the bridge with George) of Junior Miss fame. Harry Macy clasps Peg- gy's hands to make a sturdy arch. Peggy can memorize her lines al- most at a glance, and never for- gets them. Before she goes to bed she studies her script for the next day's shooting of Daisy Kenyon.

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ee eet M@ Inside the Balboa Yacht Club, a baffled crew of Bogie Bogart’s and Lauren Bacall’s California sailing pals puzzled over a cryptic wire from Mexico: “REGRETTING FROM HONO- LULU RACE I WITHDRAW MORE TIME EXPECTED THAN PICTURE TAKING MEXICO TREASURE SIERRA MADRE. HASTA LA VISTA AMIGOS. BOGIE” “Tt’s scrambled like an egg,” one said at last, “but I get the idea. Bogie can’t sail. That’s tough. He had his heart set on this race.” They headed gloomily for the bar. Down in San Jose Purua, Mexico, Humphrey had sent the telegram off with a few pesos and a prayer. All messages from the United States, he knew, had to be translated into Spanish, switched back to English, and butchered by interpreters all along the line before they reached him. He knew it was vice-versa, . “I hope the boys understand,” he sighed to Lauren. “What a swell crew we had! I’d give something important, like a bottle of Scotch, to be hauling anchor on that one.” He grinned crookedly. “This is better,” Betty said. “For you, yes,” kidded her old man. “I work all day—you sleep all day. Muy bueno, no?” Betty ducked. They hadn’t planned to be mak- ing a movie in Mexico—The Trea- sure of the Sierra Madre—when they started overhauling the boat away back (Continued on page 107) A. Bogey made “aficionados” (that’s Spanish for “‘fans'') by the score, an lo- cation in San Jose Purua, Mexico. B. The Mexican urchins would delight Bogart by rat-taiting imaginary guns at him, announcing gleefully, “You're dead!" C. Bogey is made up to look like a tough Sierra Madre Mountain gold-miner, while Director John Huston explains the shot. D. Ever try to get a stubborn burro to drink water? After hours of coaxing, the Th ne donk bey wasn't thirsty. but Bouet was! Lauren Crew of Treasure of Siefta Madre \unch together, around a eal of ic pop. Here's Bogey, hairdresser Betty Lou Delmont, Walt Huston and Tim Holt. Wives Bacall and Evelyn Keyes (Mrs. John Huston) went along, too. The romance .. . the charm of old vioieeigkal for the Bogarts' second honeymoon. Until Bogey stopped the bull-fight, knives started flying and Betty left him—for a donkey! BY KIRTLEY BASKETTE

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@ This is the story of Emma Maizo. A girl whom you know better as Lizabeth Scott. We have told it simply, by merely printing the hasty notes of N. Y. Daily News reporter, David Charnay, exactly as he jotted them down. We have preserved this simple form so that you could share with us, the edi- tors, our thrill in watching a great re- porter at work—unlocking a secret that had been kept until David Charnay went to Scranton. It is the secret of an obscure girl, daughter of foreign- born parents, who carved herself a big hunk of fame before she was 25. Per- haps as much as anything we have read, Emma Maizo’s story reaffirms the peren- nial magic of American opportunity . . . the miracle on Main Street. Hers is a story told sometimes with high pride— and sometimes grudgingly. In either case, it is a story we Americans never tire of hearing!—THE EDITORS. ™ 9:30 a.m. Just got into Scranton. Stopping briefly for gas and directions to 1001 Capouse Ave. where Liz Scott’s family lives. This is a big, sprawling, dusty town, and there’s a familiarity about it even though you’ve never been here before. The bare-legged gals in ‘red shoes and ballet slippers and loafers, the small boys with comic books and ice cream cones. The noise and laughter in the streets. This is Big Town, U. S. A. Gives you a good feel- ing to know. that a kid can be born on the wrong side of the tracks in a town like this and grow up to be somebody. 9:40. This is the house—a two-story brick job on a quiet street. Doesn’t look as if it harbors a mystery, and yet it does. There’ve been so many conflict- ing stories about Emma Matzo’s (that was Lizabeth’s name) background. Was she a hat-check girl, a debutante, a coal-miner’s daughter? The _ real story’s been so hushed up, you begin to suspect something sinister in her past. _ That’s what I’m here to find out about. 10:30. Something screwy here. A friendly tow-headed (Con’t on next pg.) nee y

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Cie Sister Justine, 19, shown here with Mrs. Matzo, looks like Liz, is a student of Syracuse U. The mahogany piano is one of Liz's generous gifts. \ Author David Charnay (right), spoke to Liz's cousin, Mike Mun- In this modest, two-story house in Scranton, Emma Matzo (now Liza- hak, in his own café, next door to his father's undertaking parlor. ‘She beth Scott, star of Hal Wallis‘ Desert Fury) grew up. The store tas a good kid. Lots of fun. I'll buy her q drink any time; he’ said. facing the street, neighbors reported, was once her father's grocery. 51 oe ee

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door and called for his mom. When she appeared, my first impression was of a kind-faced, motherly | woman. Second look showed steely, executive eyes, an unsmiling mouth, strong Slavic features. I told her I was a reporter and she barred the door with a sturdy arm. Hands obviously work-worn. Hap- pened to mention I’d heard that Mr. Matzo was a coal-miner. She lowered her arm immediately. Said, “You come in here. I would like to explain a few things.” I followed her into the house. | os I studied the living-room for clues to Liz’s past. Reece the oe fee ee eee No pictures of her as a child. No family-type _ attend the Scranton premiere of You Came Along. photos at ali. Just two glamor shots, one bearing ae ee 20 hes la her height, weight, waist, hip and bust measurements, ——— . as of August, 1944. Good mahogany piano stood out like a sore thumb among modest furnishings. Liz’s sister Justine joined us. Tail, stunning blonde, studying journalism at Syracuse University. Got a chance to_jot down information Mrs. M. gave me while she went upstairs to change her dress before we photographed her. “My husband was never a miner,” she told me. “We have lived in this corner building ever since Emma—Lizabeth—was a little girl of two. We live upstairs, but downstairs on the Ash Street side, my husband for many years owned } : ae (Continued from preceding page) boy answered the | i : Mrs. Irene Golden, Liz's school chum, remembers a grocery store. He retired a few months ago. His health is not so good.” (Continued on page 94) her as a quiet girl—always acting. ‘Why doesn't she come home?" she queried our photographer. ~~ 3 4, | At 7, Emma (Liz) went to John Adams Public By the time she was old enough for high school, Liz know she wanted an acting | n | School and started dancing and elocution les- career. At night, she'd rehearse for hours, strengthening, perfecting her 1 | sons. She performed regularly in_ school plays. unusual voice. “! won't play unless I’m a star,” she'd insist ta girl friends.

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Above, the bare exterior of Wolfgang's Bakery, where Liz's dad now drives a delivery truck. Mr. Matso disappeared mysteriously when Modern Screen‘'s reporter showed up. (Top) Mrs. M. Dean, of Kelly's Corner, and daughter Zita recalled that Liz once worked in her dad's grocery. John McColligan, 14, goes to school with Liz's youngest brother. MIRAGLE ON MAIN STREET 53 dt eee ase a

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everything happens m “No,” the producer said firmly, settling back in his chair. “There’s no sense in your reading for that part; you couldn’t play that part—” It was an argument Joan Leslie was weary of. If you came to Hollywood when you were fifteen, | and you never bothered to put on purple nail polish and tight skirts, you stayed fifteen to everyone. Here she was twenty, and the only roles they . . — threw at her were sweet, shy jobs. She wanted a = Po ie ee change of pace.. Joan looked chic and confident, as she and Maggi McNellis i 4 2 ) ran through the script of Maggi'’s radio show, broadcast She wanted, in short, to test for the dramatic from New York's Latin Quarts “ACRIEIM faikes bears hee part of Bessie Watty, the cockney tramp in The Corn Is Green. All the producer wanted was for her to go away and not make him laugh. “Why, I’ve seen you ride past on a bicycle with an apple in your mouth—” he said. "Nothing ever hap- . She grimaced. “You make me sound like a : roasted pig—and I'll sell the bicycle. Only give pens to me," moans Joan me a chance—” : He gave her nothing, so she went away, but she Leslie, who goes to came back a couple of days later, dripping cock- Coney with New York's Mayor, ney accent. “It’s good,” he said finally. “But Joanie, baby —” Short pause: “This girl steals purses, and she flirts!” A little bitter, a little amused, Joanie baby went wears a lily pad for a hat, and has a season home to mother. “I was supposed to recoil in pass to Ebbets Field! horror,” she said. “What kind of a prissy young . stuffed shirt do they think I am in this town? _By NANCY WINSLOW SQUIRE Maybe I’ve been sweet (Continued on page 118) rd

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Wise Maggi led her radio guest through the back door—to avoid the The fashion show the Latin Quarter staged that after- crowds. When a member of the audience asked, "Is your hair naturally noon was sheer joy to Joan, who wanted clothes advice red?" Joan snapped, "Yes, and | have the temper that goes with it.” from the models. The models wanted—her autograph! er SH. = el ; Getting into the spirit of things, Joan applauded John Frederics’ latest ‘‘creation'"—a Good Luck hat for Maggi, to launch her first Stampede, watched the models dress up. "'f've always luncheon show over WJZ from the stage of the famous night club. wanted a feather duster hat,'' she confided to them. In the dressing-room, Joan, who's just started Northwest

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FEES acl De ERROR Ee OB Courage Susan Peters had. But for her kind of victory, she needed something more: Timothy's teething pains, a stranger’s kindness, . and—above all—the strenate - of Dick’s love. @ In the too-small living room of their too-small apartment, the young Richard Quines were attempting to work, and in work to forget the housing shortage. Susan, ensconced in her glistening chrome wheel chair, thumbed earnestly through a pile of scripts. Dick pecked angrily away at a small portable typewriter which he held on his lap. In a corner cluttered with toys, Timothy, aged sixteen months, ran a small red motor car with rubber tires up and down the spine of Thunder, the family Great Dane, who could have swallowed his little master in one gulp. After a while, Thunder stood up, stretched, went over to Dick and put both enormous paws on his shoulders. . Dick, chair and type- writer went over backwards under Thunder’s 135 pounds. The Dane was amused. He washed Dick’s face with a tongue like a side of beef, whereupon Dick swore quietly. “Why Dick!” Susan said. “You haven’t used words like that since .. .” “It’s enough,” he shouted, disentangling himself. “We're e going for a drive. What do you want to wear?” Meekly, she told him. While he was fetching a jacket and an extra lap robe, she collected purse and cigarettes from a table. Then, pick- ing her up lightly, he carried her down the outside flight of steps to the car. es A woman, watching from the window of her apartment in the adjoining building, turned to a companion. “I can’t understand why the Quines live in that tiny apartment. And upstairs! How many times must he have to carry her up and down those steps every day?” “Several, I should Pe But don’t forget there’s a housing shortage, dear!” The woman’s eyes ence “I’m going to do something about that.” She watched them get into the car. (Continued on page 91) on 3 ai es 1 mae - 2 es nay ‘ — ‘ Po » mee > HVOTI 4

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i Frank lends a helping sights Long Island Sou Yacht Club in Darien, Visiting in Conn., Frank dropped in at the O Hunt Club. Members Lorna Mickle and Adele Baehr— | on horseback—added a new twist to autograph hunting. & hand to Virginia Mickle as she Seat x "Ridge nd. They're on the landing of the where he spends his week-ends. il a * : Frank likes to do his thinking down near the water. idea... like the one about buying a house in New believe it, but he located an old brownstone and is Sometimes he gets a good York. His friends can hardly going to decorate it himself.

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One of the reasons Frank trots home to Conn. so often is his fondness for home-cooking. Here, his mother presides at the waffle iron; while his step-dad rates ‘seconds.’ Frank's sister, passing the plate, had a baby the next day. “j < hy as la oF Om as lf you don't have a stage handy, just drop to the living _toom floor. That's what Frank is doing, as his mother plays leading lady and his sister directs the scene. He's writing an original screen play with his best friend, Mike De Vincent. Arve (atinarch Jove tow to aay things Like houses, writing tu witionlly Love. am of, wluel Lenoes a pmcokt, SLioplery uct happy | : ly V Ougiaan Won @ Being in pictures is fine. When you love acting as Frank Latimore does, it comes right out of your heart, and you couldn’t stop it if you wanted to. But you. have to plan your life ahead. There are gaps between pic- tures and it’s no good just sitting around with nothing to do. Which is one reason why Frank decided to be a part-time writer. Meeting up with Mike De Vincent is the other reason. Mike is a character straight out of Saroyan whom Frank met in Holly- wood last year, when they were both playing in To The Living, at the Actors’ Lab there. One evening after a rehearsal, Frank and Danny, the director of the Lab, were sitting in a restaurant around the corner. A thin man with black hair and a black mustache came in and threw himself gloomily into the other chair at the table. “Danny,” he said dramatically, “I haven't a roof over my head. Not even half a roof. I'll have to sleep in the Park tonight.” “Is that so?” Danny, unimpressed, went on stirring his coffee. “Frank, this is Mike De Vincent—Frank Lati- more.” “Hello,” Frank said with his shy smile. “I’ve seen you around the Lab.” “Yeah. Danny, I guess I’ll sleep at the Lab tonight.” “You could come home with me,” Frank suggested diffidently. “But it’s way out at the beach. It might not be very convenient for you.” Mike howled like a banshee. ‘“Con- venient, he says. He rescues me from the gutter and asks if it’s convenient for me!” So Mike came to stay at the beach house, and they’ve been together ever since. The house used to belong to Al Jolson, and was all done up like a Christmas tree in July. Mike’s room was red, white and blue and he said it made him feel sacrilegious, as if he were sleeping on the American flag. Frank’s was like a boat’s cabin, with portholes and a feeling of built-in sea-sickness. When Frank moved into town, Mike (Continued on page 70)

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™ Modelling would be a lot easier than this, Mee Cole, mes- senger, thought, as she hurried across RKO’s back lot with another adrenalin-charged memorandum from an executive. Cary Grant would give Her feet hurt. And she was a long way from Cary Grant’s the shirt off his back to anyone ice box, where the kids had stashed the cokes. If there were who needed it—but first, he’d any more school teacher tourists today, she decided, she make sure it was the right color. would steer them onto the Grant set and grab a cool drink By Cameron SnHipp while they goggled. Really a nice guy, she thought as (Continued on page 86) 60

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0 EEE i Mr. and Mrs. Fontaine seal it with a kiss at | the Beverly Hills Presbyterian church where | they were married by Dr. Kenneth Roberts. Did you ever see a vision walking? Well, Johnnie did. Her name was Barbara Lawrence . . . Until he changed it to Fontaine BY GEORGE BENJAMIN @ All brides are beautiful, they say, but the new Mrs. John Fontaine (Barbara Lawrence) just plain took your breath away— her tan young skin glowing against the pure white of her wedding gown, her eyes soft with happiness. There wasn’t one of us at the Beverly Hills Presby- terian Church that June night who didn’t gasp a little when she came in on her father’s arm. (He’s Morris Lawrence, and he flew in from Oklahoma to give her away.) Her dress was classically simple, white lace with long puff sleeves and a ise sweetheart neckline, and the halo Barbara is one gal who has her cake and hat trimmed with lilies of the eats it, too . . . at her reception in the valley was (Continued on page 112) Babs and John greet Dan Dailey, who is starred with her in Give My Regards To Broadway. | | { Rodeo Room of the Beverly Hills Hotel.

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MEMO OF A MADMAN by Christopher Kane (Continued from page 29) he spoke. “I hate other people’s women,” he said. “They’re no good to me. Now, have you ever scrambled me so much as an egg?” “Mr. Mitchum,” I said severely, “I have come to do a story. Now, the story will be this way. The story will be that al- though you’ve always been given tight- lipped roles, you’re really a warm, human man, and this animal picture is wonderful for you—and—” “Why don’t you go home and write it, honey?” he said. “You've got it all fig- ured out; I don’t see what you need me for. Reminds me of the time a guy comes up and says, ‘We're going to do a story on what you owe your wife, Know what I told the guy, honey? I told him it was none of his damn business what I owed my wife—” I was beginning to get scared. “Mr. Mitchum,” I said, “wasn’t there something interesting about the way you got this part? I mean, didn’t a lot of people think you couldn’t play this part, and you showed them?” He looked bored. “Kid, at six o’clock one night, I was given two scripts, and I was supposed to pick one by noon the next day, and I picked this one.” Desperately, I pursued the animal tack. “You were raised on a farm, weren't you? You had animals, didn’t you?” . Now that I look back on it, I realize he was trying to shock. me so I’d go away. “T had a dog,” he said cheerfully. “Had to shoot it through the head; it was eat- ing chickens.” He chewed a little harder on his straw. “TI can take animals or leave ’em alone. I don’t see why people don’t spend their . energy on children, or other people, or promoting the peace. Hell, why clutter up your life with Pomeranians?” “Down with Pomeranians,” I cried hys- terically, trying to.curry favor with this madman. “And do your children have any pets?” I guess I was running the thing into the ground, but I swear, I didn’t know what to say. next. ‘Right cats, a dog, and four guinea pigs, ’ he said. been out from under the front porch; they’re half-blind, and wild.” He leered at me evilly. “Have to steam ’em out with cyanide some day.” Suddenly, I got it. He was ee him- self a ball. Some nut comes up and asks you a lot of damn-fool questions, so you give ’em back a lot of damn-fool answers, was his attitude. And like I said before, his tongue was so far in his cheek, it looked like mumps. After that, I just gave up asking ques- tions. I figured as long as I was already out there on the location, I'd simply stick around and observe the habits of the man. It was absorbing, He sings while the make-up man is putting on his grease-paint, for one thing. He and the makeup man had a classy duel going that day. Something about, “Where shall I go, when I go, where I go—” all's Welles that ends Welles... They also had a tepid sort of argument about Orson Welles. The makeup man was anti; Bob was pro. It ended in a draw, and they dropped it. “You still working so hard?” the make- up guy said. “Weren't you doing three pictures all at once a while ago?” Mitchum laughed bitterly. “With a slight case of pneumonia, besides. You know, I finally took off for Catalina one day, and I was sitting in the middle of some water, staring at the bottom of the boat, because I didn’t really believe I was there, and by God, some little boat pulls up next to me and says, ‘You’re Mitchum, aren’t you? You’d better get back; the studio’s got a call out for you.” He sighed. “Last night, a guy phones me. ‘Got a swell picture, he says. ‘You'll love it.’ ““When?’ I say. ““Taid in Oregon, he says. ‘Beautiful location. You can hunt and fish—’ “‘When?’ I say. ““<Studio’ll send a car for you, too,’ he MODERN SCREEN “Seven of the cats have never ~ says. ‘Get you a house. You can take your family— “Tm a patient guy. I’m still sitting there saying, ‘When?’ “Toretta Young, too, he says. “T blow up. ‘When?’ “ ‘The day you finish Red Pony, he says.” Mitchum got out of the makeup chair. “What'd you tell the guy?” the makeup man said. “I told him plenty,” Bob said very ' brightly. He walked out of the fake ranch house where production planning and makeup were housed. He was singing, “Don’t you wish your baby had big fat legs like mine?” The little boy, Peter- Miles, who’s playing John Steinbeck’s child hero, Tom, in The Red Pony, came running up to him. Mitch (who of course plays Billy Buck, the ranch-hand who was “half-horse, and the horses knew it”) broke a switch off a nearby tree with an easy sweep of his long arm. Then, staring at Peter, he began to whittle on the wood. “What are you doing?” Peter asked politely. “Pm getting this in shape to beat little boys with,” Bob said seriously. “T beat my own sons every day.” Peter laughed uproariously, and I had to grin, too. Apparently, it wasn’t only inter- viewers who got the tease technique. And a little child shall show them how to take it, at that. “T. met Josh,” Peter said. “He doesn’t look like you beat him.” “T make him wear long pants,” Bob said, “to cover up the scars.’ Josh had been out on the location one day, and somebody’d wanted to take a picture of him on the red pony, but he'd turned the offer down brusquely. “Naw,” he’d said. “I’d rather stick around and watch the kid work—” “The kid” (Peter) is nine, and Josh is six, but Josh is a Mitchum, which ought to explain it. Josh also thought the red pony looked an awful lot like Bill Boyd. “All that white hair,” he said. competition for Lassie... I made the acquaintance of the red pony myself. His real name is Flash, but he’s Gabilan, in the picture, and he may be a bigger star than Lassie, before he gets through. I also met his stand-iri, an almost white pony, and Bob advised me not to get too close. . “Killed two men last week,’ he said sadly. For about two and a half seconds, I even believed that. . Finally, it was time for me to go home, and I set my face determinedly, and said, “Please, Mr. Mitchum, just answer me one thing straight.:What are you anxious to do after this picture winds up? What about your future?” “Okay,” he said, “I’ll tell you. I haven't had a vacation for seven years; I haven’t had a day off since before I went into the army. I haven’t been any place where a phone couldn’t reach me at four o’clock in the morning. “What would I like to do when this pic- ture winds up? I’d like to go to jail, and sit down for a week!” So you see, fellas, why I haven’t got a story? Couldn’t you have asked me to in- terview Director Milestone? Or Myrna Loy? Or the makeup man? Or even the darn pony? Anybody but that big, mus- cular, loud-singing, crazy Mitchum.

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LADY IN RETIREMENT (Continued from page 27) winding coast highway to her tiny little house in Del Monte Forest, overlooking the Blue Pacific. And there she has spent most ‘of her time, preferring not to talk to any- one. She has insisted on working out her problems in the quiet beach town where ‘the people mind their own business, and treat her as a neighbor instead of a star. It was quite a problem to reach Greer. ‘There’s no phone in her house in the woods. When she has to call Hollywood, she climbs out of her bathing suit, and into tailored slacks and blouse, hikes down to the phone in the corner drug store, and stands patiently in the booth while $1.70 in nickels, dimes and quarters make a symphony of chimes as the coins clink into the box. It was on that phone that I- finally reached her, via one secretary and umpteen calls, and she agreed to talk with me for MopERn Screen, when she came back to Hollywood. Two days later, sitting in her comfort- able, luxurious drawing room, and looking slim and cool in a dazzling white suit, Greer was radiant about her new happi- hess. It was enough almost to confirm those ‘rumors that she and Dick are reconciling. “Well, I don’t know, Virginia,” Greer said with justasuggestion ofatwinkle. “Discuss- ing something you're trying to work out is ‘bad, at least until you’ve reached a decision.” But Greer’s eyes were twinkling. Sitting in the living room with warm California sunshine turning her titian hair to fire, she looked like a little girl dreaming about a bright new toy, which she was afraid to touch for fear it might not be there when she reached out her hands. _. “T feel wonderful,” Greer laughed, ruf- fling the top-knot on the small, black ‘French poodle, and sinking back into a sea- “preen couch. “Up in the country, I’ve been rusticating—taking long walks, gardening, | climbing rocks, driving along the craggy ' coastline—and thinking a lot.” _ At this point, Joseph, her white-coated ‘ butler, announced luncheon, and we con- tinued our talk over scrambled eggs, sliced ‘tomatoes, and hot biscuits. “Other than that,” she said, as we were sitting down, “I’ve taken up horseback ‘riding again, which required a rare kind of mental courage with me, because I’m frightened to death of horses. But now I ‘can spend two hours on horseback without _ tiring. I have taken my first fall, too, so I ' am not so scared any more. Yes, I practice ft _in the ring, but I enjoy more the ride up through the forest. No, I’m not up to _ jumping yet.” _ The rustication was almost a_ complete ‘retreat. For the first couple of months, ' while she was recovering her health, Greer ‘spent almost every morning sitting under ' the umbrella chairs on her porch. - After she began to féel stronger, she swam and then took up horseback riding, wearing a brown riding outfit. Only once or twice a week did she go into town. Back in Hollywood, Greer was seen oc- casionally with a group of friends that in- cluded Richard Ney. The gossip columnists pounced on the possibilities of a reconcilia- ‘tion, But then Greer had just tossed her bright curls and said nothing: “You know,” ‘Greer said, momentarily forgetting the de- ‘licious food on her plate, and with a brood- ‘ing look in her eye for a minute, “about ‘the separation, I felt as if it weren't any- body’s concern but Dick’s and mine. When one of the columnists phoned me, I re- ‘turned her call because she was a friend of mine. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t think t was any of her business. But later, my usiness manager said, ‘Yes, it is, Greer. IS her business.’ And I guess he was right, at that. So I gave out the story.” Her admission of a rift in the Garson- Ney household was brief and dignified. Her statement to the press read: “This is not an easy or a hasty decision. But like many other married couples, we have had personal problems and difficulties. Unfortunately—at this time—they seem to make continuation impossible.” That was all. But, although the news- papers were anxious to print any item referring to her private troubles, and sev- eral spurious “quotes” were printed, they didn’t get any facts from Greer herself. “People would send me clippings of little squibs and hints in the papers about us,” Greer admitted over a tasty dessert of fruit cup. “I used to feel a quick stab of dismay in my tummy. Things like that bothered me terribly at first. But after all these months up there by the ocean, where life is calm and peaceful, I’ve worked out a new philosophy. Now, when I hear about those items in the gossip col- umns, I just chuckle. I don’t get upset any more. And I'll probably live a lot longer.” All during this personal struggle, Greer’s professional life hasn’t been running any too smoothly, either. Her less considerate critics used columns of space to point out that after one bad picture, Adventure, Miss Garson was having script trouble with her next. They picked a familiar phrase to harp on: “There’s nothing wrong with Greer Garson that a good picture won't cure.” “Tt’s certainly true, isn’t it?” said Greer, with a chuckle. “What I went through on A Woman of My Own was really some- thing. First, we worked three weeks and then they switched leading men. I was doubtful about doing the picture, but yielded. Then the director was ill for weeks; the censors changed the story around until the basic plot was weakened. During a location trip, I was almost swept out to sea in an accident that ruined my health for six months; and, finally, when we previewed the results ... well... .!!” ’ Director George Cukor admitted rue- MODERN SCREEN fully to her that the people in the theater weren't “emotionally involved.” “If you mean they laughed in the wrong place,” Greer grinned, “you’re quite right!” ‘The studio bosses, who had threatened, pleaded, argued and finally ordered her to make the picture in the beginning, allowed that her original fears had been justified and said they'd make amends. “It had turned out just as badly as I said it would in the first place,’ Greer sighed. “But we made it over—and now it’s much better. We had another preview and the audience liked it. That’s one of the reasons I’m happier. Another is that I have my health back.” . Another trial has been the so-called “feud” between Greer and the new British star, Deborah Kerr, which is supposed to exist. Greer still hasn’t figured out who dreamed that up out of the blue. “I’ve never feuded with anyone, either privately or professionally. Why should I be feuding with Deborah?” she demanded, her blue eyes ablaze. “She’s my fellow countrywoman. She’s also a very fine actress and a nice girl. But that’s no reason for me to get huffy. Heavens! M-G-M’s big enough for both of us! “One can’t expect a masterpiece every year. No one can hit 100 per cent all the time. I’m really very lucky. I had a lot of good breaks for a long time. “TJ don’t know what’s ahead in any de- partment,” Greer added, “but I know this, I’m not going to waste an hour of any lovely day in worry or negative thought. I’m not looking back. I’m looking ahead.” Just as I was leaving, Greer had a phone call. After a brief—but intimate—conver- sation in hushed and excited mumblings, she returned to walk me down the grav- eled driveway to my car. She looked like a girl who had just re- ceived her first bid to a prom. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled. I drove away thinking there might be something to the rumors of her reconciliation with Dick. Who knows? "Pick a card—any card." SRIF Sa MAREE IE

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A YOUNG MAN’S FANCY (Continued from page 59) came along. The new house was charming, in its individual fashion. It had a huge living room with a fireplace the size of a neanderthal cave stretching all across one end. There was a balcony along two sides of the room and the bedrooms opened off that. Only thing was, the stairs were out- side. , Mike surveyed it dubiously. “I can see I gotta stay sober, if I’m gonna live here.” Frank, who only drinks “cokes,” merely grinned. “Good for you to stay sober.” They soon found that the enormous fire- place, while decorative, simply devoured wood. One cold night the wood ran out and they sat there shivering for awhile. Then Frank went to the door and stared out reflectively. It was a moonlit night with everything silhouetted neatly against the sky. Gradually, Frank got the look of bright mischief on his face that only his very best friends have seen. Mike groaned in alarm. “Now, Frank, take it easy. Not that picket fence next door—she’ll have you arrested!” But Frank said, “I’ve always thought those pickets were too close together. -They’d look a lot better a little farther apart.” And he vanished out the door. He was back in half an hour with enough wood to last the rest of the eve- ning. And the lady next door apparently never even noticed that her fence pickets were spaced differently next day. It was while they lived here that Frank and Mike began work on the picture script which is so important to them both. Mike had written a short sketch about a character who fascinated him. The guy was strictly a grifter. The kind who goes into a restaurant alone and broke, and comes out with a free five-course dinner inside him and a blonde hanging onto his arm. A smooth talker and a fastworker and no good for anything or anybody. Mike had thought the piece might do as a script for a short. But he hadn’t gotten MODERN SCREEN S& Q around to doing anything definite about it, and one day he put it in a heap with some other stuff he was going to ship East to get out of the way. “What's this?” Frank asked, through it idly. Mike explained, but Frank wasn’t listen- ing. He was reading, and when he’d finished, he said seriously, “Mike, this is terrific. Why don’t you really go to work on it and make it into a picture script?” ‘ “Will you help?” They had written a radio sketch not long before, so Mike knew Frank could write. “Sure. I'll bet we could really make something out of this. Let’s start tonight.” That was the beginning. Gradually the original idea was expanded, and changed and hopped up till it was hardly recogniz- able as the little character sketch. Frank would lie awake at night, thinking about it. At three or four in the morning he would suddenly jump out of bed and run into Mike’s room. “Mike, wake up! I’ve got an idea!” Mike would open one eye. “Listen, kid, have your: ideas in the daytime.” “Oh, get up, will you? This is important!” For the next couple of hours they would go over and over the thing, brooding about angles, arguing approaches, with Mike, by now as enthusiastic as Frank, acting it out. Finally Frank would say, “Let’s call Greg in New York and see what he thinks.” “Greg” is Frank Gregory who works for Twentieth Century-Fox in New York. He never gets excited, which is why he’s such a good critic for the other two. He gives his honest opinion, good or bad, and Frank accepts it with respect for Greg’s judgment. They are very good pals those two, having been through a few adventures together. When Greg first got out of the Army, he came to see Frank in Hollywood, a gleam in his eye. “You've got a car, and I’ve got some saved-up cash burning a hole in the pocket of this nice, new civilian suit. Let’s take a trip to San Francisco.” leafing "Would you mind repeating that complaint to Mr. Jones? Mr. Jones is our trouble shooter." They left that night. The jalopy creaked and groaned, but it did all right for the first thirty miles. Then tires started blow- ing out with the regularity of machine-gun fire. Fortunately, it was a bright, moon- light night but even so, changing tires got a little monotonous. “We ought to have some of that sea- sick medicine your mother fed you on the boat that time,” Greg said, grinning. “Re- member—she’s always telling about it?” It’s one of the Latimore family’s favorite stories. When Frank was about five years old his mother took him to Europe with her. She was afraid the boy would be sea-sick so she took along some medicine which a friend recommended very highly. “They give it to mountain climbers for altitude sickness,” the friend said, “and it’s wonderful for sea-sickness too. One pill three times a day.” That was fine. But little Frank, explor- ing their cabin the first day out, found the bottle and thought those pink tablets looked just like candy. Down the hatch they went, the whole bottle of them, and his mother almost died of fright when she found out about it. She got the ship doc- tor, and he said Frank would have to work them off by doing mountain climb- ing, to counterbalance the effects. Of course there aren’t any mountains on ships, . so five-year-old Frankie was set to work climbing around the cabin. Up on chairs, climbed Frank, over the bed, chinning himself on the bureau, get- ting rid of the excess energy generated | by the pills. And they certainly would have been a fine thing to have along for stimulation in changing tires! cross country trek. . . After the boys left San Francisco, they drove cross-country for about five hundred miles. How the car held together through that is the mystery of all time. They found an old deserted mine on the top of a moun- tain when they were exploring a country road, and had a fine time wandering through its labyrinths. When they came out of the mine, they sat and sunbathed in the nude to get a complete tan, secure in the belief that they | were twenty miles or so from civilization. | It was a considerable shock when they got | their clothes back on and walked half a | dozen yards in the other direction to find | a farmer’s wife placidly hanging out clothes on a back porch which they had | thought was part of the abandoned mine! | Frank’s next adventure after that trip was falling in love. He’s only twenty-one | and while he had had plenty of girls, he’d | never been serious about any of them before. This. girl was attractive and charm- ing and—well, they fell in love or thought they did. Long telephone calls, dates al- | most every night, that warm happy feeling | when they knew they were going to see each other—the works! 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ARE RUSSELL AND MADISON MARRIED ? (Continued from page 24) What day? Furthermore, Gail used to be a moody, strange character who'd cry at the drop of a hat, and if you didn’t drop the hat, she’d cry anyhow. Suddenly, she’s warmer, and more friendly, and a lot more hilarious. Guy seems more relaxed lately, too. Besides which, they act happier together. No more battles, no more walking out on each other. Peace, it’s wonderful. Is it per- manent? Guy and Gail date every night; that much is known. They’ve reconciled all minor habits of taste which might make trouble. He likes to dine early; she can’t stand the sight of a lamb-chop until half- past eight. “You don’t live a healthy life,” he used to say. She’d stare at him. “Don’t be dull.” And that would be the signal for an argument. repeat performance... Now he eats at four in the afternoon, and then again at nine with her, and they couldn’t be more delighted with the ar- rangement. “You drink too much coffee,” he used to tell her. : “T like too much coffee,” she’d say. Now she’s cut down on coffee terrifically. “Just leave me enough to keep my pesky eyes pried open,” she begs, and that much he leaves her, and she struggles along on it as best she can. ~ Once he was the most tardy man in town. Now, if he stops to have his shoes shined, he’s on the phone apologizing. And if he’s out on studio business at night, he calls Gail every fifteen minutes to describe the atmosphere, the surroundings, and his personal opinion of how long it can pos- sibly last. And Gail, who always refused to be caught dead or even half-dead at any social function she didn’t crave to be caught at, now listens when Guy says, “You really should, you know,” and they go to the thing together, arm-in-arm, smiling through clenched teeth. He’s been wonderful for her that way. “So you're bored,” he‘d say. ‘“They’re pay- ing you good money to be bored.” “Okay, Moe,” she’d say. “Okay.” There are small tendernesses between them that friends seem to feel are fraught -with meaning. They .remember the last Academy Awards, and Gail. mentioning to Guy that STARDUST—$5 WORTH Starry October skies are beautiful, we admit. But the walking stars of Hollywood cast a glow all their own— wherever they go. If you’ve seen one in your town, we'd like to hear about it, but only if they do more than twinkle. You'll know what we mean if you glance through our “I Saw It Happen” boxes, because there the stars walk and talk just for you. We'll toss a handful of stardust your way for every short, amusing and. true anec- dote we use. Five dollars, that is, if the stars are with you. Send your anecdote to the “I Saw It Happen,” Editor, Mopern Screen, 149 Madison Avenue, New York 16, New York. Star gazing? How about giving us a peek? " Soaping dulls hair Halo glorifies it! SNL 3 \ \ \ \ Y;, WSS 16 Yes, even finest soaps and soap shampoos hide the natural lustre of your hair with dulling soap film @ Halo contains no soap. Made with a new patented ingredient it cannot leave dulling soap film! @ Halo reveals the true natural beauty of your hair the very first time you use it, leaves it shimmering with glorious highlights. @ Needs no lemon or vinegar after-rinse. Halo rinses away, quickly and completely! @ Makes oceans of rich, fragrant lather, even in hardest water. Leaves hair sweet, clean, naturally radiant! @ Carries away unsightly loose dandruff like magic! @ Lets hair dry soft and manageable, easy to curl! @ Buy Halo at any drug or cosmetic counter. Reveals the Hidden Beauty of Your Hair! 73 Richigg rc ROTA ee i E> ASRS FE SOE a Sei E Tinta a i Ni ph Ti pte

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MY WIFE’S HUSBAND ic ; (Continued from page 41) “Punged at the time, figuring that this would pre- —_ /f vent arguments, even though my wife kept insisting that everything we earned, bor- i rowed or swiped in the way of things like ected towels, should be shared and shared . - J ‘finally 226 in. _ “Okay,” I said. “We'll lump it all to- ie gether, but from now on in, young wom- an, you are going to live on a strict allow- ance of $25 a week, and don’t let me hear R Be bout needing more, because you asked ior this.” _ June Powell (I.am going to drop the y Allyson billing, even if she is the most id _ important star on the Metro lot) looked _ at me with that great big liquid stare and murmured, “I promise.’ That was all very well and good. Ex- | eept that every day or so June would come barging in and exclaim, “Honey, let me _ have a dollar, will you? The man is here about the faddif turner and I have mis- placed my purse.’ So I would shell out the dollar or the _ fifty cents or whatever; because even great, great grandpa Powell back in Arkansas _was never a heel about his small change. : 1. O. U. plenty... So there came a day. I was alone in my home, surrounded by _ knotty pine, and the books I intend to read some day, when the doorbell rang. A man wanted $125 for a couple of cans of movie film the master of the house had ordered. But the master of the house had no money. So he went to the secret panel, twirled the combination and looked inside. There, neatly stacked in envelopes, each containing $25 in untouched bills, was my wife’s complete allowance. I, who after all am Mrs. Powell’s husband, share and share alike, took out the necessary $125, ee ‘paid the man, and put in an I.0.U. for the A dress to catch any “amount I had borrowed. When Mrs. Powell returned home that man’s fancy! Tailored of evening, I told her about the I.0.U. ied S R And, oh brother, did I catch hell! full-bodied Spun Rayon Well, maybe for a family journal it was - ; just the dickens. Anyway, Mrs. Powell wns contra WES) Gi looked so cute standing there and dressing cotton fringe on shoulder me down, that I forgot all about how she had been tapping me for fifty cents here tabs, pocket flaps and | and a dollar there all this time. I could cuffs. Has a snug set-in _do nothing but take my bawling out grace- fully. Then I turned Mrs. Powell over my belt, push up sleeves and ‘knee and spanked her, and that was that. Except that I don’t dip into those en- softly pleated skirt. velopes any more. Gay gilt metal buttons. There are just under a thousand reasons s why a fellow like me married a girl like Sizes 9 to 17. June Allyson whose latest picture is Virtuous, with Van Johnson, ard a very good one, too. One reason that is very ess F d like this— Brown wit reen Fringe ecud -B0es © lee Aqua with Brown Fringe Mrs. Powell says to Mr. Powell, “Tell E Grey with Red Fringe the folks why you are glad you married Red with Royal Fringe ” me. Mr. Powell says to Mrs. Powell, “I’m glad 7 porried you because you always wake yz) 5 oe up smiling. i Z hepa _ Then, some cynic who is well aware that GAG a paralysis sets in on the smiling muscles of the average bride after a few months US SIEGEL Me says, “Does she go to sleep smiling, too?” _ She does. As an author of this piece, and ; | 4 ‘the only known living authority on the me SEND NO MONEY! 8 ——— — ‘subject, she does. DIXIE SHOPS ...275 Seventh Ave., New York 1, N. Y.... Dept. MS2 Sometimes, in a pensive mood, I get to | thinking what a narrow escape I had. But Send me the ‘‘Fringed Flatterer’’ Dress. On NAME : or one exceedingly brilliant thought, I arrival I'll pay the postman $6.95 plus postage. (Print) ight never have been a part of this long- size-90 NO 30 1580 70 ADDRESS ™m pea a with Mrs. Powell. Indicate Ist and 2nd color choice Fe ago, I was dating this _ Brown[} Aqua() Grey[J Red (J CUT Y= STATE MONEY BACK GUARANTEED {IF RETURNED IN 10 DAYS

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1 (Continued eam page 86) ested that a bit of influence might get him one, Cary thankfully declined. And | since there was no way to reach him at home, he had to report to the studio daily to see whether he worked or not. Being interested in every phase of production, i) | hung around, asked questions, kidded H — = Sty i ye 04] Ht! ht | the people, and made friends. There is | probably not an actor in Hollywood, save | ee James Cagney, who knows more l| technicians, second-assistant makeup men, \!! hairdressers, and errand-runners by their - first names. _ ‘These ladies and gentlemen do not find Cary hard to understand. In fact, they have some precise information about him. For instance: Cary doesn’t like to eat at regular hours. He is convinced that the time to eat is when you are hungry, whenever that is, , and as. often. He is a neat man, known as an ash-tray emptier and pillow plumper-upper. He deplores bad manners. He is courte- ous, and expects other people to be courteous. He is extremely afraid of hurting other poe feelings. And he’s ultra-thought- ‘There was the time, last.Christmas, when one of the studio girls was away for the holidays, and Cary overlooked getting her a gift. He was enormously embarrassed when he saw her several weeks later, assured her that he would get something for her. Several days later, when the California climate was coming down by the tub-ful, in -walked Grant, lugging an armful of hard-to-get records. He had gone to the trouble of learning that this girl had just acquired a new record changer. the Grant hotel... Cary lives in one room on a handsome house in Bel Air, next door to Charles Brackett, the producer. He lives in one room for several reasons. | “It’s a sort of boarding house,” he says. “JT never know who’ll be occupying the _ bedrooms. What with the housing shortage, people in New York who have friends ' coming out, tell them, ‘Don’t worry about a hotel, just drop in on Cary, he has a house and he’s a bachelor.’ So the bedrooms ‘are usually full.” “T like to sleep down here.” Down here is his den, or study, a large room decorated with pictures of horses and Cary pulls out a Hollywood bed and piles in. . “Saves going upstairs,” he grins. His own enormous bedroom, with its dressing rooms large enough for a studio wardrobe department, seems never to have been used. Barbara Hutton Grant’s bed- _ room, next to this, also has an un-lived in look, spanking new and shining with the tasteful decorative scheme, mostly black and white, which he ordered just before the separation. The upstairs of that large house would be a lonely place for a bachelor at that. Perhaps that is why Cary sleeps down- stairs. His house is immaculate, tended by three | servants under the supervision of a quiet, efficient Englishman called Dudley, who has been with Grant for five years, and before that, was with Frederick Lonsdale, the British writer, a close friend of Cary’s. In the study there are only three pho- tographs: one of Freddie Lonsdale, one of Barbara, and one of Lance, her son. Cary was very fond of the boy, and the ( two are still firm friends. He will say this much: |. _ “Barbara is a. roedertal girl, and most derstood. Our only differences lay in of life. She loved travel and seascapes, mostly by Boudin. At night,: Perhaps you saw GERTRUDE LAWRENCE in LADY IN THE {% DARK ...PYGMALION ... PRIVATE LIVES. Did you watch her hands? They’re like white flowers in a summer wind. Eloquent, feminine, utterly alluring. ili. Thal CREAM us the .. haa jo is fe sige says GERTRUDE LAWRENCE PACQUINS i: the nana cream of this flawlessly groomed star. She prefers it to all other hand preparations of all types! AVEN’T you noticed how many Sticky? No! Greasy? Never! A 12-second chic women everywhere are chang- Pacquin hand massage morning and night ing to cream for hand care? And how is all your hands need. many more use Pacquins than any other Change to Pacquins cream! Ah, how hand cream? quickly you'll notice the difference. Miss Lawrence advises: “Every woman ie ; who wants smooth, lovely hands should cream, cream, CREAM! Pacquins, | mean.” Smooth on a dab of snowy-white, flower- fragrant, quick-vanishing Pacquins. You can feel the dry roughness of your skin respond! You can see your hands change! for dream hands— cream your hands HAND CREAM AT ANY DRUG, DEPARTMENT, OR TBN-CENT STORE. VIRGINIA KENT, R. N.: “I wash my hands thirty to forty times a day. That's murder! So, it’s Pacquins for me!” (Pacquins Hand Cream was originally cre- ated for nurses and doctors.) Never sticky %, or i greasy! Pec wins HanDOCREAM 89°

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DEVOTION (Continued from page 56) “Heavens,” she murmured, “isn’t she lovely.” “You know,” her companion told her, “she’s Susan Peters, the movie star who was hurt in that hunting accident a long time ago. . .” It happened on New Year’s Day, 1945, and a dozen versions of the accident have | been told, but never—until now—have the full details been revealed. The Quines were duck-hunting with Dick’s cousin and his wife at Lake Cuya- maca (about 60 miles from San Diego), having a heavenly time and a lot of luck. Especially Susie, who had bagged more ducks than any of them. At one point during the day, Dick’s cousin and Susie decided to go into the woods after doves. | The cousin broke the .22 caliber rifle he’d been using for target practice and hid it under a bush, meaning to pick it up later. Apparently, he made a mistake and shoved another shell into the breech. | the hidden rifle... Both he and Susie completely forgot the rifle until they were all on their way home. They went back and the cousin searched the bushes without success. Dick | and Susan climbed out of the car to help. | A couple of minutes later Susan shouted | gaily, “I've got it,’ and Dick turned | in time to hear the small, whispered report of the .22. Susan toppled to the ground, and Dick was beside her in an instant. “I’m shot,” she told him, and her voice was quite calm. He | pulled off her skirt, found her bleeding | very slightly from a wound under the right breast, and from the _ small amount of bleeding he knew she must be | hemorrhaging internally. He put her into | the car, held her on his Jap as his cousin | drove like lightning toward San Diego. On the way, Susan mentioned that she had no feeling in her legs, and Dick figured then that her spine must be injured. They stopped at the first town they came to, and Dick’s cousin dashed into a drugstore to see if there were any doctors around, but the doc, of course, was out of town. The | druggist, however, phoned on ahead to San | Diego’s Merey Hospital, told them they | were on their way in. A police car was dispatched their way, and it met the party half way to San Diego. Susan and Dick transferred to the police car, which was | equipped with a two-way radio. They | talked to doctors at the hospital who sug- | | gested possible first-aid, and listening to descriptions of Susan’s reactions, they were able to prepare the operating room so that 1% hours after the accident, Susan was in Mercy Hospital receiving plasma. She was in the San Diego hospital for one month, then hospitalized in Los An- geles for five more, and somehow, through it all, she hung on to her sense of humor. She could even kid about the accident, |.and when Dick brought her a book called “How to Shoot Ducks,” she howled. Did I |-Say sense of humor? That was sheer guts. But getting back to Los Angeles and the | housing shortage, the woman who had ob- served the young Quines from the window got busy and that same evening, Dick had a call from his manager. “Guess what?” he said, a note of wonder in his voice, “I think you may have an apartment coming up. | It’s still being built, but it’ll be finished in about a month, and if you'll go over to this saddress on Olympic Boulevard. . .” Dick, looking over the unfinished apart- ment the next afternoon, turned to the woman who owned the building (the same, of course, who had been at her window NEW BEAUTY FOR VW —~ iy 8 Richard Hudnit EGG- CREME SHAMPOO A MARVELOUS NEW shampoo-treatment for lifeless, summer-dulled hair. Brings back natural softness and romantic “‘lovelights’’—even to split-at-the-ends, problem hair! A BEAUTY BATH with real egg! Generations of beau- tiful women have used egg for natural hair loveliness. Now the egg is sight IN the shampoo. YOU'LL LOVE THE WAY this distinctly finer shampoo goes to work on your hair. See how that egg-enriched liquid creme caresses the split ends, coaxes your hair back to soft, natural radiance. NOT A SOAP. Non-drying. Instead, Richard Hudnut Egg Creme Shampoo is a soft, gentle liquid creme that rinses out quickly, thoroughly, and is a delight to use. A new Hair Beauty Treatment by a world-famous Cosmetic House | 4 i ‘ j i] i i j 4 fe eS scum . = Dollar Special! A trial kit of the new Richard Hudaout Hair Beauty Ritual is yours for only $1.00 (plus tax). Contains generous- size bottles of Egg Creme Shampoo, Creme Rinse, Dandruff Treatment and Creme Hair Dressing. At your drug or department store, $1.00 for the big family size. Don’t miss Jean Sablon . . . every Sunday afternoon over CBS 91

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Se ee - APRNs oe Oe AS SET ny UP JUNE PREISSER, now starring in Monogram’s “Teen Agers’’ musical “SARGE GOES TO COLLEGE”. ® Exotic, brilliantly accented nails... perhaps he won't notice them, but he'll see that your hands look lovelier when you wear Dr. Ellis Nail Polish. See the exciting new shades- of-the-season at 5 & 10's and drugstores ene TOE plus tax. the day before) and said regretfully, “It’s just what we wanted—on the ground floor and all—but you see it just isn’t big enough. Only two bedrooms. With Susan and me,.and the maid, and Timothy and his nurse, we just have to have more space. We’d need the equivalent of both these apartments on this floor, and since that’s out of the question—” - “Why is it?” the woman asked. “You can have both of them. The one next door has only one bedroom, but with the living and dining space that would be enough. We'll knock doors between the two and use the other living room as a nursery. Be- sides, that way you’d have another kitchen and bath, so you could keep the child’s food separate.” Dick stood staring at her, mouth agape. “You'd do that?” “TI can think of nothing that would make me happier.” He was telling Susan about it that night, at dinner. “You wouldn’t believe it,” he said. “I didn’t. In Los Angeles, one of the worst housing spots in the country, this angel of mercy appears of her own volition and offers us the works. Have you been saying your prayers lately, or something?” The maid came in. “A Mrs. Ackerson to see you, Ma’am.” Their new landlady, carrying a great roll of blueprints in her arms, looked flustered. “I didn’t know you were still at dinner,” she said, “but I was looking over the designs for the building and I thought—” “We'll all have coffee in the living room,” Susan told her. “I adore looking at blueprints.” And then she said it, this miracle wom- an. “I thought,” she said, “that since you're going to live in the building you might not care for some of the structural design and would want to make some changes. There’s still time.” There was that, for them to remember to their dying day; and there was the morning when she telephoned early to say, “The painters are here. What color would you like?” “We've already decided on our colors and hired our own decorators,” Dick said. “They'll do the painting themselves.” “Tm not talking about your apartments,” she said. “I mean, what color do you want on the outside of the building?” There was the afternoon when she came over with her very newest idea. “Chil of Timothy’s age must have plenty of st and room for outdoor play. Besides, there’ Thunder to think about. So I've decid to fence off that nice wide space betwee the garages and the building, and that will be Timothy’s own private play yard!” | The next day she was back. “I’ve been thinking about that play-yard of Timo-| thy’s. You'll be out there a great deal with him, and there’s a balcony from that rear second-story apartment that overlooks the) || yard. So you had better choose the people who will move there. Or, if there’s some- one you particularly like who needs an | apartment... .” ' And again, “I noticed how much brass || and copper you _use in your decorative scheme—ail the trays and boxes and so on —so I took the liberty of having them take | out all that brushed chromium hardware and replace it with brass,” and, “What are your favorite flowers? Shall I have the landscape man call on you, or do you! | want to tell me what varieties you like, and || where they should be planted?” | About the rent: “The OPA decided how | much I should charge and I think it’s out-/ rageous. I’m really so sorry. But we'll’ make it up some way.” { Finally, “Now you children run right) along. I know you have things to do, and it’s so tedious waiting for people to arrive) with furniture and all. I haven’t a thing to do and I’ll just wait here and let them) in when they: come.” ~ Thus was the housing shortage of the) Richard Quines solved for them, and joy) ‘, -_ 4 bes to i Ww Te and péace reigned in their household. As)|,) much joy and peace, that is, as can reign 9, in any house containing a baby, a Great) Dane, and two restless young moderns. |, It is amazing how little that hunting |. accident has interfered with the plans Susan and Dick had made for their life together. Timothy, of course, was the first || consideration. After that, there was the business of getting back to work. Naturally, any pic- ture Susan made would have to cast her as a girl in a wheelchair; and when she) ¢ announced she was well enough to make |... a picture again, the scripts began pouring |;;, in. -All of them had one particular fault. The heroine was in a wheelchair all right, |}, but it was perfectly obvious that she had |p) 7 MODERN SCREEN

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The hotel dining- room was nearly deserted when three elderly gen- tlemen entered quietly. They took a little table in the corner, across from mine. One of the men, recog- nized as Lauritz _ Melchior, wore his makeup, including a long white beard, as he was going to make his appear- ance on the stage of the opera very soon. As they were ordering dinner, two women entered the dining-room with a child of about three. Although the three men were almost inconspic- uous in that corner of the room, the little girl ran over to their table and cried, “Look, Mommy, Santa Claus came back!” Louise Joyal West Warwick, R. I. | been stuck there to accommodate the role !'to Susan, not because she would naturally be in a wheelchair. j » Until one day someone called and said, - “Have you read ‘Sign of the Ram’?” She was not half way through it before she ) realized that she had her story, if a studio could be persuaded to buy it. In the ‘original story, the main character was a / wheelchair murderess. The script, which Susan thinks is an improvement on the | book, makes some changes in this, and ap- ‘parently, Susan does not really murder anyone. But the evolution of plot hinges ’ on the fact that the lady is confined to her chair; and there is nothing phony about it. Producer Irving Cummings who owned | the picture rights, felt Susan was so right ‘for the part that she and Dick became “partners in the venture which will come |'to the screen by way of Columbia Pictures. i. Susan was crooning tenderly over the “final script of Sign of the Ram one eve- bing when Dick, who’s been doing a lot of | writing recently, looked up from a sheaf of scribbled notes and said, “I think this brainstorm of mine has worked itself out. l'’'d like to produce it as a screenplay.” “Produce your own picture?” | “Why not, everyone’s doing it.” | “But there’s no room in that story for | either of us,” she wailed. “I should think | it'd be apparent to the meanest intelligence that the Quines should be their own stars.” | “Darling, if this one works, we'll star in | twenty of them.” Their plans for the future are magnifi- cent, you see. Twenty screen-plays and a new house and more children, among other things. Susan is learning to walk in braces | as the paraplegics at Burlingham Hospital do, and their house will be designed so | that she’ll be able to cook and take care }o£ Timothy and get around well by her- iself. It’s going to be a dream house, and | life will be beautiful. For the present, life’s beautiful enough, | Glled as it is with work and excitement | and small arguments and large reconcilia- tions. Life on miraculous Olympic Boule- | yard is made up of little things: the long f\10urs of pacing and the intermittent min- ‘ates of frantic typing in Dick’s room, until ive o'clock in the morning, night after light. The arrival of Timothy’s teeth, one | oy one, accompanied by fretful squalls and he crash of milk mugs on the floor. And he giving of presents and love and laugh- er and a kind of beauty. __ good and life, and for the Quines, | There are all these things comprising (h id full When it’s a choice of laundry soap, millions of families vote the straight Fels-Naptha ‘ticket’. For work clothes and play clothes; white shirts, linens and towels; for delicate underthings—and of course for Baby’s things that must be extra clean and soft— there is nothing like the thorough cleaning action of gentle Fels- Naptha Soap. Fels-Naptha’s blend of good, mild soap and active naptha assures whiter washes with less work. Be sure to mark your shopping ‘ballot’ Fels-Naptha—Bar and Chips. br ig ~ els-Naptha Soap BAN/SHES TATTLE-TALE GRAY™ | = Freee eS Oe

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“HETHER you are in front of the camera or behind it, you will @ enjoy the refreshing flavor of . Beech-Nut Gum. gi Everywhere it goes the assur-* f ance of Beech-Nut for fine flavor goes with It. with the red ova The yellow packase wy \ MIRACLE ON MAIN STREET (Continued from page 52) (Must check this. It sounds odd, some- how. No sign of husband.) She gave this account of her daughter’s career. “Rmma was always fond of make-believe. Even as a little child, she was always imagining things and leading the other children. She would make each one take part in little plays she got up, or in acting out stories they’d heard or read. After she started at John Adams Public School, I had her begin taking dancing and elocution lessons. Singing and piano lessons, too. I felt that she had great talent, even at 7. “She took part in Christmas recitals both at John Adams and Central High School. I thought she was good, but others did not recognize her talent then. After high school, she went to Marywood Seminary here a while, and then to New York. “In New York, she studied at the Alviene . School of the Theater. Peggy Ann Garner and Fred Astaire went there, too.” -She mentioned briefly Liz’s career as a model, then trouping in a road company of Hellzapoppin’, understudying Tallulah Bankhead in The Skin of Our Teeth, land- ing the lead in the same show in Boston, and finally Hollywood. stranger in the house... Extremely reluctant to talk about her other children. Hesitated before giving their names and ages. Gave Emma’s age as 23. (Contradicting Paramount’s biography which says she’ll be 25, September 29.) John, Jr., is 22, an engineer, just back from the Navy. Marcia is 21. Justine, 19. When I asked her about the youngster who opened the door, she said hastily, “Oh, he’s just a boy we took in to live with us.” (This is odd. Will look into it.) Flustered, when I asked when Lizabeth had been home last. Couldn’t seem to remember. About four years ago. (How come? Why wasn’t she at Scranton’s world premiere of You Came Along? What’s be- hind her reluctance to visit her home town?) Most of mom’s replies to questions delivered with a poker face, but a couple of times warmth and affection were there between the lines. Like when she said, “Emma phoned last week that she had just made a new picture, Desert Fury. She said, ‘Mom, you'll love it.’ She told me, Ym working mighty hard. I get up at 5 a.m. to go to the studio.’ Then she said, joking, ‘Mom, why don’t you tell me to take care of my health? I haven’t been drinking enough milk lately; why don’t you tell me to drink more?’ I said, ‘I don’t have to tell you such things now. You’re a big girl and able to take good care of yourself.’” Another time, Mrs. M. spoke in that same warm tone. “Emma’s brought us a lot of happiness, and she’s very nice to us. She phones once a week wherever she is, and she writes, but not too often.” Wistfully, she said, “Last time I saw her was in April at the Gotham Hotel. I spent the week with her and had a wonderful: time.” Before we left, got Mrs. M. to talk about her relatives, hoping there’d be some in the locality that I could interview. Discovered that the family came from Ungvar, Czechoslovakia, and that among Mrs. Matzo’s own relatives are a sister, Helen, teaching in Cleveland; another sis- ter, Barbara, a music supervisor in Cleve- land; and a brother, Joseph, a priest of the Greek Orthodox Church in Barnesboro, Pa. Lizabeth’s Scranton kin include Mrs. Anna Munchak, a sister of Mr. Matzo. Anna’s husband, John, has an undertaking estab- lishment at 406 South Washington Avenue, set the pony lives overhead. Next door - phone call to Marywood Seminary. No one } at 402, is Munchak’s Café, run by the |Z Munchaks’ son, Mike. : 12:10—Stopped at Kelly’s Confectionery (I 4 for a soda before tackling the Munchak family. Tried to collect my impressions of | a my visit with the Matzos. They are all | hiding something. You can see it in their | guarded sentences, their wary eyes. Is it | gi something about the father, or the little |? boy, or Lizabeth herself? Eager to get on |i to the Munchaks, but delayed briefly, chat- ||! ting with people at Kelly’s. I asked youngster next to me, who identified him- self as John McColligan, 14, if he knew Lizabeth Scott. “Sure,” he said, “I know her little brother, Augustin. He’s in the seventh grade and I play with him all the, time.” (So the lad who let me in was | Lizabeth’s brother.) Mrs. Margaret Dean, large and friendly, | was running the store during Uncle Tom | Kelly’s vacation. “I knew Lizabeth Scott | i from her childhood,” she said. “We bought ! our groceries at her father’s store, and | , Lizabeth helped wait on the trade. She had |: a lovely speaking voice and was always t trying it on the customers. hy “Everybody around here knows the Mat- |@ zos. There’s Lizabeth, John, Jr., Marcia, | i Justine, Helen and Augustin. We're all | very proud of Lizabeth, though she hasn’t | ® been in town in a long while.” A girl at the end of the counter piped up, “I re- | member when Emma was a little girl, she | said she was going to be in pictures. She said she wouldn’t play, either, until she ; was a star. We all thought she was crazy.” Gl Mrs. Dean went on, “I know she used to it practice a lot nights) We could hear her ia rehearsing, testing and strengthening her fu voice. We didn’t know why then, but look | 4 what it led to!” (A changed things much around here. Did you know that her father drives a bakery | truck?” I asked for the name and address of || the bakery company and jotted them down. As we were leaving, Mrs. Dean asked, “Why don’t you interview Lizabeth’s sister Helen on the way? She’s a school- , mate of my daughter’s, and she’s working |r 3 99 l poy for the summer as a salesgirl at Lerner’s. Someone said, “Yes—but it hasn't | ‘ f Ay j the mystery deepens... This really throws me. Why the secrecy | about the two youngest kids, Augustin and | % Helen? And why the fake steer on Mr. |} M.’s job? jae 12:45—Off to Lerner’s to see Helen. No soap. “Helen Matzo was just called | home by her mother,” the store manager |¥ told us. On to Wolfgang’s Bakery and met |! Miss Janet Wolfgang, manager. Mr. Matzo, |! we learned, had likewise been called home. | Miss Wolfgang told us that Liz’s pop had | been driving for the firm four years. “He’s }t an even-tempered, handsome, very likable | man. We don’t talk about his daughter.” | 1:30—One more stop before proceeding |t to Munchaks’. Almost forgot to make the | in the office of this fashionable school could remember the actress as a former | student. By either name. da 2:00—On to the Flats, Scranton’s Polish- American colony. Liz’s aunt, Anna Mun- ji chak, was home over the funeral parlor, } and she repeated the story of Liz’s school- days in an accent stronger than Mom’s. | So many questions I wanted to ask her, }k& but you’ve got to be careful. One false move and you shut someone like that up }iz like a clam. You could see the aunt was }le crazy about Lizabeth. She’d hung around Ji there a lot as a child. After a while, she }k said to me, “You go down to the café and ee ae = a

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e my son, Mike. He’ll tell you about her.” any me look at Mike, and you know | he’s a guy who'll give it to you straight. He’s a big, genial chap with a baseball | cap on sideways, a sport shirt and paint- spattered pants. He look’s like a bartender 4;in a movie. I told him who I was, and he began to talk right away. |, First, he named the Matzo family—six ;children, not four—and then he spoke of i Lizabeth. “She was a good kid. Lots of lifun. We used to see her at our house a lot. She’s doing good for her family now, shooting dough into it. She’s doing good where she is. If she don’t want to come il; home, that’s her business. I'll buy her a |.drink any time.” i; She sends money home—I’m glad of that. |. Now if someone can explain to me why |;she didn’t show up for that world premiere, |; Vl feel a whole lot better. Decide to talk |:to Seranton’s chief movie exhibitors, the [eemeriere Publix Theaters Amusement i, VOrp. 4:40—Byron Lynn, publicity director, and | Harry Spiegel, district. manager of Scran- j;ton theaters, throw some light on things. ;Seems the world premiere of You Came jj Along was held jointly in Scranton and ji St. Louis. LL. was told to attend the St. \ji Louis opening. She sent a transcription to ],the Seranton affair, apologizing that she couldn’t show up, and talking of her school |. days in Scranton. Lynn said, “I’d say her |, Pictures did a little better than average li here, but we never hold them over like {|;some other films. It seems there are two {|} ecowds here—those that don’t care where .|.she came from, and the I-knew-her-when sj. crowd. The last has been picking on her. 3): Wondering why she never comes back :here like Scranton’s other celebrities, Gloria Jean and Allan Jones.” || Spiegel put in, “Her family has been 1\;strangely uncooperative. The mother re- 1i;fused to accept tickets to the premiere. \}; She refused to give us any information ‘for publicity releases.” t I the last clew... j|; Going around in circles after my talk {ji with the movie chaps, but gradually a 1/;solution to this thing is forming in my (mind. One more person to see. Wonder if ,|; what she tells me will jibe with my idea. .|,. 5:15—The last interviewee was Mrs. s|: Irene Golden, wife of Walter Golden, a re- i)’ porter on the Scranton Times. She’s 25 ‘and the mother of a seven-month-old | child. Speaking of Lizabeth, she said: y|; “She was a quiet girl, but there was {|| Something in her manner that always made .|, you feel she was acting. She’s a big mys- | tery in this town, today, partly because she |:never comes home, I guess. {|| “What surprises me most is her family, |: who should be so proud to talk of her |, Success. Instead, they go around close- |, mouthed, like some other folks would act '|, if they were trying to hush up a scandal.” {|| It all adds up. When I have time to sort ),|; out all the evidence, I’m sure it will make |: perfectly good sense. »|' 10:00—Home again, to re-read my notes, |; to re-live this day. Dusk was settling over 2|, the anthracite country as we rode out of | Seranton. Vague, black outlines of tipples ||| and plants slipped by. But I kept seeing |’ 2 girl with a glorious shock of pale, tawny hair, smouldering eyes and THAT VOICE. A girl of stardust. Girl of dreams. Girl of _|i:vare gifts. Girl going places. Make-believe ‘girl with the practicality and drive to make { make-believe come true. up} | 4 | m still te}: 2 star I want to make a point... “RC tastes best!’’ says LIZABETH SCOTT Starring in “DESERT FURY” A Hal Wallis Production in Technicolor SPENT DET TE A Paramount Release “The taste-test proved it!” says Lizabeth. «<T tried leading colas and picked RC best- tasting!”’ Try it! Say ‘‘RC for me!” That’s the quick way to get a quick-up with Royal Crown Cola—best by taste-test! FAMOUS TASTE-TEST

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‘sup Days GLAD DAYS Gees Ee o AG Skt «ae ane RELIEVES FUNCTIONAL PERIODIC PAIN CRAMPS - HEADACHE -"BLUES” “What a difference Midol makes” : i i i the fans MODERN SCREEN FAN CLUB ASSOCIATION e EDITORIAL: Reports keep pouring in from all sources on the results of the Fan. Club Con- vention and the unanimous opinion is that, considering the unfavorable circumstances under which that highly selective group of fan club representatives met and carried out their Hollywood mission, the clubbers have scored a smashing victory for their side. \We -salute all those who worked so hard for the success of the Convention—and particularly those stars who supported the clubs in de- fiance of powerful opposition: Nelson Eddy, Janis Paige, Gale Storm, Gene Autry, Charles Korvin, Farley Granger, Ross Hunter, Jack Carson, Dave Willock, Eddie Ryan, Harry Lewis, John Ridgely, Richard Travis, Marshall Reed, Marilyn Maxwell, Joel McCrea, Joseph Calleia, Charles Bickford, Reno Brown, Robert Scott, Alan Ladd, David Street and Keenan Wynn. We have a feeling that there’s going to be a Convention next year, too—and that the list of stars will be too long to print. WORDS TO THE WISE: A club membership expires not at the end of the year, but only after the member has received all the journals, pics, pins, cards, etc., you prexies so generously promised when the member sent in his dues. If the member has received every club benefit due him at the end of one year, then it’s time to renew. BUT, if he’s received only one journal—and you promised three—that dollar has a long way to go. 2. Be guided by this rule: if you've a four- issues-a-year club, each copy of your journal should cost no more than 25 per cent of each member's annual dues. If your mimeographer is charging more than 25 cents per 15-page journal, (some do a grand job for less), _ 2. Bill Boyd C.; 3. Barbara Lawrence C. Best co cor- you're being cheated! (Continued on page 121) SHIRLEY FROHLICH, DIRECTOR TROPHY CONTEST WINNERS Second Lap: (The following results are based on jounrals, reports, other data received at our offices between June 16 and July 15.) Individual prizes: Each winner in THIS IS MY BEST Contest receives a glamorous gift combination of FABERGE Perfume and Cologne. Best editors receive a gen- erous, specially selected package of POND’s beau- ty preparations. Winning artist receives a hand- some, practical TANGEE Trip Kit for Travel. First prize winner, Candid Camera Contest, receives a year’s subscription to FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE, year’s sub. to SCREEN ALBUM and four Dell Mysteries. Other Candid Camera winners, sur- prise package of four Dell Mysteries. (Suitable prizes are substituted for male winners. ) "This Is My Best'' Contest Winners: Mary Jo Young, McDowall Magazine (Roddy); Glee Engel, Pete’s Paper (Cookson); Martrice Johns, Fulton’s Frolic (Joan); Jo Rampino, Bouncin’ With Lom- bardy (Al); Pat Massa, Keenan‘s Klippings (Wynn); Mrs. Ellen Wolf, Billetin (Bill Williams, Chandler). Candid Camera Contest: First prize, Alice Meyers, Ken Curtis C. Others: Amena Pea-| cock, Vincent Price C.; Bev Bush, Sinatra C.; Irene Ashcroft, Ronald Reagan C.; Vera Savenko, Betty Grable C.; Myron Welge, Movieland Fan C. Best Journals: 1. Reagan Record (Ronald); 2.- Jive; 3. (tie) Corvinus (Charles Korvin); Dan’s Diary (Duryea, Grant), Lon’s Party Line (MCallister, Becker). Best Editors: 1. Anna Hreha, “Jane’s Journal (Wyman); Annette Russell, Three Stars Review; 3. (tie) Ginger Bagnall, The Whistler (Jack Berch), Helen Nor- beck, Sirocco (Errol Flynn). Best club artist: Tessa Piper, Jeanette MacDonald C. (Farrington). Best covers: 1. Shooting Star (Nelson Eddy Music C.); 2. Jive; 3. (tie) Aladdin’s Lamp (Ladd, Kee), P. L. Post (Peter Lawford, Cohen), Don’s Doings (Richards), Ginni‘s Journal (Field), Talking To Teddy Stee Worthwhile Activities: 1. Gene Autry C. $400 to Cancer Fund); 2. Jeanette Mac- Donald C. (Riley; $25 to Children’s Village on Jeanette’s birthday); 3. Edward Ashley C. (Sent food, clothing to their adopted French orphan ). Membership Increases: 1. Alan Ladd C. (Spun respondents: 1. Lorraine Rutkowski, Ronald Rea- gan C.; 2. Mary Susan Leonard, Intern. Shirley Tomine C.; 3. Betty Petrie, Charles Korvin C. (Also, 100 pts. for each regular edition of club journal received between June 16 and July 15.) Leading so far: League 1: R. Reagan C., 700 pts.; June Allyson C., 600; Nelson Eddy Inter- national C., 450. League 2: Bob Crosby C., 850; Temple Intern., 750; Joan Crawford C., J. Mac- Donald C. (Riley), 600. League 3: Charles Korvin C., 750; Dan Duryea C. (Grant), 700; Arthur Kennedy C., Lon McCallister C., 600.

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(Continued from page 95) I have seen Lizabeth’s home and her family, her neighbors and her school chums. And one thing, at least, is evident. There is nothing sinister in her back- ground. There is no scandal. Why then the mystery? There can be just one an- swer and it is this. The price Lizabeth Scott has had to pay for fame is high, for it has apparently meant the complete renunciation of Emma Matzo. A well- meaning studio has deemed it wise to keep Liz’s humble origin from being known, and so a devoted mother must seal her lips, lest she injure her daughter’s career..She must refuse tickets to a world premiere, lest photographers ferret her out, and the photos not measure up to her talented and beautiful first-born. She must even deny that she is the mother of six children, large families being supposedly unglamor- ous. And Lizabeth, for her part, must see her mother in New York City, rather than risk the undesirable publicity attendant upon a visit home to the unsuitable sur- roundings of Scranton’s Flats. pride and prejudice ... About the secrecy surrounding Mr. M.’s job, one can but surmise. His present job with Wolfgang’s Bakery is probably con- sidered unsuitable for publicity purposes, so poor Mrs. Matzo must keep that a secret, too. Why he continues to work hard and his wife, too, with Liz in the chips, is some- thing else again. It is largely, I suspect, a matter of pride. Mike Munchak said that Liz gives her family money. The beautiful and expensive-looking piano, that good- looking blue suit Mom posed in, Justine’s college education, reaffirm that fact, and yet her parents continue to work. Why? Because they are people of integrity, who would consider it outrageous to be sup- ported by a prosperous ‘daughter, as long as they themselves were capable of earning their own bread and butter. There, then, is the solution to the riddle, and the whole thing makes you stop and think. Maybe there was a time when the American public liked to be kidded about the background of its stars, and to believe they sprang from exotic surroundings far different from the everyday scene. But we're more mature now. We want the truth—the whole truth. There’s a greater lesson and inspiration for every ambitious youngster in the true story—which we're glad to present—of Lizabeth Scott’s self-sparked rise from the grocery at Capouse and Ash, with Mom’s backing, than in a thousand deceptive biographies dreamed up in studio press offices. The story of Emma Matzo is the story of American democracy. | SAW IT HAPPEN A busy afternoon at the Veterans Administration was disturbed by an exclamation from my _ friend, Flo. She had hit the jackpot—Alan Ladd’s insurance payment. Flo wrote his receipt with great precision and - as an afterthought, she wrote her own name into a corner and sent the case through. Then, much later, when the incident had almost been forgotten, Flo was called to the timekeeper’s desk and was handed a package. It was a picture of Alan Ladd and on it he had written: “To Flo. Lots of Luck. Alan Ladd.” Dorothy Simenson Brooklyn, New York Look! Philco Quality in an Automatic Radio-Phonograph Console... only $15995* Sensational value. Full, rich tone on radio and records. Automatic record changer. Handsome Walnut console. See the new Philco 1262 at your dealer. "Price slightly higher Denver and West. CHEWING GUM

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. balls. THE AWKWARD AGE (Continued from page 46) at these sessions, too. Roddy McDowall is one of the great favorites. “He used to be - very, .very quiet,” Peggy Ann says, “but you should see him now! A one-man riot. He does imitations of Carmen Miranda and Tallulah Bankhead. He ties us in knots, we laugh so hard.” Others who drop in range from striplings like Claude Jar- man, to oldsters such as Marshall Thomp- son, Peggy Ryan and Donald O’Connor. “You should see those two dance,” Peggy Ann says of the latter two. “Wow! As for me, I stick to standard steps like the Stanford Stomp and the Crestline.” Peggy Ann’s bosom friend, Barbara Whiting, of Junior Miss fame, entertains at her own home every Saturday evening, and Peggy Ann is usually on hand. “Did you know,” asks Peggy, “that George Sea- ton, the director of Junior Miss, discovered Barbara at one of her parties? He went because he was planning this production, and wanted to hear how school girls talk. Barbara was the perfect example.” Lon McCallister, who gives Peggy Ann _her first screen kiss: in Bob, Son of Battle, is another pal of hers. “Quiet, but nice,” is the way she sums him up. “He and Barbara and I have a lot in common—we all like classical music. He took us to the Ocean Park amusement pier and we went pn the rides. It was wonderful.” She gave a squeal of laughter. “Wonderful for him, too—Barbara sat on his glasses. But noth- ing bothers Lon. When we were on location in Utah, we put a lot of salt in his bed. He just laughed—and the next night we found some water in ours.” peggy ann—movie fan .. . Whenever she is with acquaintances who seem ‘interested in hearing about movie stars, Peggy Ann will chatter end- lessly about them. “Dick Haymes? Some- times I think I like him best of all. He’s loads of fun. Once he took Barbara and me to the circus, with dinner at Roma- noff’s first. At the circus, we were watching one of the side shows when two small boys saw Dick. Their eyes got as big as base- said, ‘Look—there’s Bing Crosby!’ ” Peggy Ann is usually escorted to parties and dances by Beverly Hills boys who have no connection with the movie indus- try. Sometimes, however, she goes with young actors, and of these she remembers Marshall Thompson most vividly. “What a character,” she giggles. “I met him at a party once, and he asked me if I’d like to go to another party at a friend’s house on the 29th. I said I would. But he never called up to make any arrangements, and on the 29th he didn’t show up. I saw him -a few weeks later, and he went on with a long story about how he’d had to go to Catalina on short notice, and didn’t have a chance to call me. He’s sort of nice.” The fact that Peggy Ann wasn’t even irritated about being stood up is a good clue to her character. 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a 4 } i £ ; ae a eer a 4 if hide, scrambling over the cactus-spiked ae hills of Catalina Island to do it. But he got “COOP” (Continued from page 34) myself is, I ought to know by now that Gary’s as full of surprises as a Christmas stocking. I've known him almost since the world began, it seems. I played in the second picture he ever made—Children of Divorce—in which Gary’s job was an All- American high in Hollywood miscasting. The set was my swank Park Avenue apartment. The characters were super- sophisticated Manhattan youths merrily going to Hell. Gary was a New York man- about-town, the script said. And only a few months before he’d been riding the range in Montana! Even in that miscast part, his scenes re- vealed something so terrific that they fair- ly shouted, “star stuff!” You couldn’t put your finger on what it was—and I suppose you can’t now. It’s pure inner power that Coop has. I heard a director who ought to know—C. B. DeMille, no less say, “If Gary ever let loose all the power inside him, he’d blow up the screen!” young in heart... Coop let some of it escape later on, and it made unforgettably real roles for the screen, like Sergeant York, Lou Gehrig and Mr. Deeds. In person, though, he holds it in with a boyish shyness which he’s never capitalized on in his acting, as Jimmy Stewart has, for instance. I can’t help thinking of Coop as still a boy. even though he’s in his middle forties. I was walking down the street in Beverly Hills not long ago, when I. heard a shout. “Hey, Hedda—look what I just got!” I thought it must be a letter from the Pres- ident or something equally sensational. Gary stuck out his wrist. He had a new watch, one of those waterproof, shockproof, everything “proof kind that tells when it’s going to rain and practically all the saints’ days. Gary could buy one, if he wanted to, I’m sure, every day in the week. But he’d run across the street like a kid with a new B-B gun to show me his prize. He stopped traffic for me another time, right on Hollywood Boulevard—and he hates a scene with a crowd—just to glow over a new buggy he’d bought. I remember not long ago when a foreign automobile, one of those sleek hand-made English jobs, broke up a perfectly good party at Merle Oberon’s house. A British pal of Merle’s rolled up in it and from that minute on us gals—including Rocky, Gary’s pretty wife—sat in the house and twiddled our thumbs. Gary kept his head poked under the hood all day investigating the works. Gary wasn’t exactly fresh off the range when his wife, Rocky, met and married him. He’d had the rough ranch edges rounded off by Clara Bow and Lupe Velez, the Countess Di Frasso and his other bachelor-day girl friends. Come to think of it, darned if I didn’t promote Gary’s first date with Clara! Gary liked fun girls. Lupe Velez, bless her memory, was as gay a personality package as Hollywood ever knew. Gary unlaxed and let go around her. But he always remained at heart the wild West kid he’d been. He used to give all his best girls animals. Lupe got an eagle—a wild one Coop had caught. It flapped dismally around her big house for months and she thought she knew why it had the blues. “’Eee needs a mate, Gay-ree,” she explained. “Get one.” Gary got one, all right. I’ve forgotten how many scratches it cost his sun-tanned q eagl Bie ‘ary d Dorothy Di Frasso with CF Lovely to know .. . that you can really rely on Fresh. Fresh contains the most effective per- spiration-stopping ingredient known to science! Lovely to use... creamy Fresh stays smooth. . . never greasy, gritty or sticky.. doesn't dry out. And gentle... Fresh contains a patented ingredi- ent that makes it gentle to skin, safe for fabrics. No wonder... more and more women are switching to Fresh. © 1947, The Pharma-Craft Corporation, Inc. See for yourself Why more and Most effectiy, and so gentle kad OLCDORAMT ESTOLS: PERSHIRST ION” FRESH is approved by the American Medical Association for advertising in their publications. 101

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a dog. The countess was the girl friend who introduced Gary to the smart set, rubbed off the last rough corral edges be- fore Gary married Veronica Balfe. Gary was a school-girl crush of Rocky Balfe’s. She lived in the East, but luckily, she had two uncles in Hollywood, Cedric Gibbons, Dolores Del Rio’s ex-husband now married to Hazel Brooks, and Elliott Gibbons, a screen writer who’s married today to Irene, M-G-M’s famous dress designer. Rocky had visits to Hollywood, even as a girl, and on those visits she saw her dream man in the flesh and knew what she wanted. I remember Rocky as a teen-ager. She used to come out to Hollywood with her mother. They stayed at the old Hollywood Hotel and many days she’d play around the Hollywood Hotel pool with my boy, Bill. She’s always been poised and pretty, a little on the elegant side, the type of girl boys dream about when they read King Arthur and his Knights, a princess— just a little aloof and unattainable. Rocky has a finely chiseled profile, big dark eyes, a queenly air. She’s Gary’s queen and he loves pleasing her slightest whim. It’s a marriage that’s been perfect from the start—and that Ill confess began as one of those G. Cooper surprises for me, too. Why would a Western guy with sagebrush . sticking out of his hair fall for a polished Eastern pearl] like Rocky—and vice versa? They met back East once when Gary was fancy free, and pretty soon Rocky was out on another Hollywood visit—but this time set to stay a while. They said she had plans for a Hollywood career herself: her step-dad, Paul Shields, a Wall Street finan- cier, had some tie-up with a studio and Rocky rated a contract try. I don’t think she came out to be an actress. She came out to marry Gary—and that’s what she did. -Ballard, Tyrone They had a swank Park Avenue wedding with all the social trimmings. Then they took a trip to Bermuda and came back with the idea for the house they’ve lived in ever since. They even had coral roofing shingles and bricks freighted up by boat from that island. But the house, tasteful, unique and gem-like as it is, fits Rocky, not Gary. There’s just one touch of Coop in the front room, for instance, a zebra rug, made from the skin of a trophy he bagged on his bachelor African safari. In a little sitting room off his bedroom, Coop racks the guns and outdoor tackle he’s so crazy about. The rest of the house is a woman’s, filled with gorgeous antiques and rich furnishings. The baseboard in the bedroom is a running mirror, the draperies are super exquisite. When Gary’s house was robbed some- time ago, the thieves piled up all the silver and Rocky’s jewels on the bed, tied their haul up in the bedspread and de- parted. What they used for a loot bag was a custom-woven, crushed plush bedspread, so rich and rare that it took Rocky six months to replace it. Gary has fitted himself into this sophis- ticated setting perfectly and without a kick, as he has into the life his wife likes ~ —the top-drawer, smart, Hollywood life of unending parties and quiet, luxury liv- ing. Rocky’s a social spark-plug and there’s always something for the Coopers to do with their friends, Mary Jane and Doug Fairbanks, Merle Oberon and Lucian Power, Virginia and Darryl Zanuck, Van Johnson and Evie Wynn, Clark Gable, and scads more of Hollywood’s social elite. Gary and Rocky make an annual pil- grimage back to Southampton, Long Island, to visit her mother, Mrs. Paul Shields, and to keep in touch with the Eastern non-Hollywood upper crust. Last <5 year they took back Clark Gable as an added attraction. He met Millicent Rogers, a friend of Rocky’s, and they were a hand- some foursome for quite a while. This sort of high life is not really Gary Cooper’s natural style. He’s not a party boy or greeter; he’s shy, built for open skies and a saddle, not drawing rooms and Hepplewhite chairs. Gary has never cared about cocktails. He hates like fury to dance. Small talk and clever conversa- tion aren’t his strong points. Fluttery, _ flirtatious society girls scare him to death. Yet he likes it—because Rocky does. He’s completely devoted and happy to be wherever she is, doing what she likes. 1 He’s a born gentleman and I’m sure it’s | as instinctive for him to want to please Rocky or anyone he loves as it is to take off his hat to a lady. He loves his wife and is completely under her spell. But every woman close to Gary always gets the same devoted attention. I’ve always admired Gary for -the sweet way he’s treated his wonderful mother and his late dad, Judge Cooper. Despite his success and fame, Gary was never anything but their kid around them. That’s one depart- ment where I know he never grew up. Mrs. Cooper belongs to the Hollywood Mothers’ Club and I'm a member myself. I remember when Judge and Mrs. Cooper celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniver- sary, all of us Hollywood maws were in- vited to their sweet little house in Holly- wood. Gary was busy with a picture and about the last person I expected to see there. But in the midst of the gathering he stalked shyly in, greeting all the mothers separately, shaking their hands to make them glow, and kissing his own mom warmly as he handed her his golden roses and gold gifts of all kinds for the golden wedding day. He’s every bit as kind and courtly to ’ ADVERTISEMENT ms ag #__— “Our very latest model. Built-in, roller-bearing case for Pepsi-Cola.”

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his daughter, Maria, a big girl of twelve, smart, pretty and talented. Maria’s a perfect fifty-fifty combination of Gary and Rocky and Gary’s simply wild about her. She goes to Marymount, a convent school nearby the Cooper house, and because she wanted to be raised as a Catholic, Gary and Rocky, who were married in the Episcopal church, took Catholic instruction. I hope I haven’t given the impression that Gary and Rocky Cooper’s marriage is one-sided, because that’s not the truth. I'd say Rocky’s the domestic boss.of the team, but since becoming Mrs. Cooper, she’s learned to enjoy the things Gary likes, and she’s darned good at them, too. They're forever taking trips, that pair, because Gary loves trips. Sun Valley’s the favorite spot, and if they don’t fly they roll up in the deluxe station wagon Henry Ford II had made for Gary. Gary loves hunting better than anything, and next to that, plain skeet shooting. Rocky’s taken. up both, so now, half the time, she beats her old man. The only time I had any trouble pinning Gary down to doing some- thing I wanted was when I nabbed him in the middle of a hunting expedition. He was up near Sun Valley with Rocky and Ernest Hemingway and his then new bride, Martha Gelhorn, and I wanted to make a short movie subject of the dove and jackrabbit hunt they were on. As usual, when I wired Coop, he replied “Sure, Hedda, anything for you.’ The cameraman I sent up had to track him down like a coyote to pull him away from those doves and rabbits. But when he final- ly did, Gary delivered not only himself but the elusive Mr. Hemingway who’d said, “No,” at first. It made a wonderful film, with those two expert hunters and celeb- Tities and it was just one of the many favors Gary has done me through the years. the master at work... Sometimes, when I haven’t seen Coop for a long time I suddenly get the urge to check up on him in person. The other day I spied Rocky at a luncheon party. “What's Gary up to?” I asked. “He’s painting,” smiled Rocky. “Why don’t you come see the master at work?” I hurried right over the next day. Rocky led me through Gary’s abandoned gun room and outside. “In here,” she indicated. “Why,” I gasped. “It’s the doghouse!” “Tt was,” grinned Rocky. “But it’s Gary’s studio now. He’s off on a new project.” Inside I found the same gangling Gary I knew years ago—maybe a touch of gray and a line or two—and a familiar bell rang in my memory. The last thing he looks like is an artist, but before he landed in the movies, Gary traveled around, door to door, selling his own Western sketches to keep himself alive in Hollywood. “Hi, Hedda,” he said, daubing busily away. “What color’s a nasturtium?” “Red,” I said, trying not to look too sur- prised, “some are yellow, some orange.” “Tye tried mixing ’em,” he sighed. “And all I seem to get is a nasty brown.” True enough, it wasn’t Cézanne on the canvas, but it was his first try at oils. “I’m going to lick this,” swore Gary, hitching up his Levis, “if it takes all summer.” Well, summer’s almost over and I haven’t seen Coop’s masterpieces yet. I don’t expect them to be any Rembrandts for a lot of reasons, including the fact that Gary’s been busy with Good Sam, his next film. But I’m staking out a spot on my wall to hang one—to remind me always of my April fool favorite star—and Ill bet it’s good. 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Glenn wasn’t made aware of this new development in their armament race until one afternoon a few days later when he was working on his tree house. Suddenly, he heard a splat and looked down to find a B-B pellet in the limb he was sitting on. “Hey, what do you think you're doing?” he yelled. “Shooting,” Grant yelled back. gun, huh!” — “Some Then he shot again, and the next B-B hit Glenn on the forehead, where he still has: the scar. Glenn was furious. He chased Grant across the backyard, into his ‘house, and then into his bedroom, where he proceeded to beat the daylights out of him. Then he broke Grant’s B-B gun and went home. And that ended his fighting with Grant. Fists and clods were O.K., but that gun did it. Then things became pretty placid in Glenn’s life. He concentrated on his studies at Santa Monica High School, and managed to sandwich in an appearance in the Junior Class play, The Thirteenth Chair. He graduated into the midst of the depression —it was 1934—and discovered that he hadn’t made any definite plans about what to do with his life. For a while he thought teaching might be okay. Then he gave some thought to the diplomatic service. Lots of traveling, see faraway places, meet interesting peo- ple. It sounded like a good thing. Then an idea hit him: What's wrong with acting? Certainly every play didn’t have to be staged in a leaky barn, with settings built out of box wood. But when he presented the idea to his parents, they didn’t seem to be burning with the same combustible burst of enthusiasm. “We don’t want to tell you what you must do,” Glenn’s father said. “But isn’t acting a pretty risky business?” “T guess anything’s a gamble these days,” Glenn replied, logically enough. “But do you really want to be an actor?” Glenn frowned seriously for a moment, then smiled, “Yes sir. I’d like that just fine.” And that was the end of teaching, and of adventures in far-away places with the diplomatic service. ; Santa Monica’s current little theater group was then holding forth in the base- ment of the Public Library, and the group’s director, Harold Clifton, Glenn a chance to read, was impressed, and cast him in a comparatively minor part. Then began a friendly association that has lasted until today. Harold is now dialogue director at Columbia Studios and works on all of Glenn’s pictures, the most recent being Man From Colorado. As it must to all such ventures, death came to the Basement Players. But Harold and Glenn went from one little theater to the next. Some 100-odd plays later— in which Glenn’s roles were mostly small —Harold began to size Glenn up. “You’ve been around long enough,’ he said. “It’s about time I gave you a good part.” Glenn smiled, and for the first time began to feel that his perseverance was paying off. t Then, after a session of fairly good roles in everything from June Moon to the sombre Hamlet, Glenn’ got a call from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer for an interview. He talked to Oliver Hinsdell, then the stu- dio’s dramatic coach, who motioned Glenn into a chair and sat looking him over in silence. “You’re certainly not the pretty boy type,” he finally said, with a smile. _ Glenn smiled back. “No, sir. 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> “Qh, sure,” said Glenn, enthusiastically, | but untruthfully. “Fine, then. Come by the studio tomor- row and pick up the script.” By borrowing a little here and there, Glenn managed to scrape up thirty-five dollars, the cost of renting one. The picture was shot on Easter Sunday, and of course, except for the stern police- men at the gate, Paramount Studios was deserted. But even the silence impressed Glenn. Because all important production was stopped for the day, Glenn was as- signed to a star’s dressing room. When the day’s shooting ended at six o’clock, Glenn walked off the sound stage into the dark and roamed aimlessly around the lot until nine-thirty. He went home with the firm resolve to become an impor- tant movie star: _ But came the dawn ... and the facing of cold facts. He had torn the rented tux- edo, and with the repair bill, the outfit had cost him fifty dollars. And his paycheck for the one day’s’ work totaled only twenty-five. For the next few days, Glenn more or less forgot acting, read some new novels and swam at the beach. Then one morn- ing, he dashed down to breakfast, gulped his coffee and headed out the door. “What now?” his mother called after him. Over his shoulder he yelled back, “Cast- ing a new show in L.A. See you tonight.” Such were the first days of Glenn’s struggle for a chance. A lot of time passed, Glenn was doing Parnell again in one of Santa Monica’s little theaters, when fate moved in again. This time it was personi- fied by Tom Moore, an old silent star who was now working as the talent scout for Twentieth Century-Fox. He believed that Glenn was not only a good actor, but po- tentially a valuable studio property. He risked his job and his own career to prove it. ; that RPS feck evathe The first test Tom arranged was a corny affair. In it, Glenn opened a door, sat on a couch, kissed a girl, lit a cigarette, and then walked out of the room. And, of course, the makeup men had dabbed Glenn with the lipstick, eye-shadow and pancake makeup then favored by the standard pretty boys. : When the studio executives saw the test, there was a lot of coughing and uncom- fortable moving about. When it was over, one of the top men turned to Tom Moore with a glum look, and exploded, “You're hired by this studio to find talent. If he’s your idea of talent, you better start look- ing for another job.” “T think the Kid can act,” Tom said stub- bornly. “So what?” the executive replied. “He looks like everybody else. No sex appeal.” “But he has an interesting face,’ Tom answered. “Besides, since he can act, he can look like any character he has to por- tray. What’s wrong with that?” “You'll find out,” the man boomed back, “if you don’t start doing a better job.” Tom didn’t give up, however. After see- ing Glenn. playing in Reunion in Vienna, he tried to sell him to the studio again, » without much better luck. Then, just be- fore Glenn was about to leave for New York to do a small role with Tallulah Bankhead, Tom called him. “Tye got another test for you,” he ex- claimed. “Thanks a lot,’ Glenn said. “But I’ve almost cost you your job twice. Let’s for- get it.” “Glenn, make this test. It might be dif- ferent.” % j “Okay. But let me wear some old clothes _ and no makeup. I’m not an Arrow Collar - man and don’t want to look like one.” = —" es ed b "PRESS DOWN? Not with my NEW BISSELL'!” New ''Bisco-Matic’’* Brush Action sweeps clean without any pressure on the handle! Yes—even under tables and beds! Just glide the sweeper. This new feature adjusts the brush auto- matically to any rug, anywhere! “Bisco-Matic’”’ Bissells are avail- able now in limited quantities at Bissell dealers only—complete with exclusive “‘Sta-up” Handle, and easy ‘“‘Flip-O” Empty. NEW BISSELL SWEEPERS with patented “Bisco-Matic”’ Brush Action REG, U. S. PATENT OFF. BISSELL CARPET SWEEPER CO., GRAND RAPIDS 2, MICH. The BEST sereen stories Now you ean read MIRACLE ON 34th STREET THE HUCKSTERS ARCH OF TRIUMPH F e PERILS OF PAULINE CROSSFIRE Irs A WONDERFUL LIFE and 14 other hits? Over 100 Photographs —AIll in this Great Annual On Sale Only 257 Everywhere 2 rf fe SAPRICLE ON 34th STREET ‘OF THE YEAR'S HIT PARADE FILMS? S 3 \ See ie ‘ a3 » 4 of MAUREEN O'HARA ~ JOHN PAYNE x . Ya Wi wale We lmcvion Coed: oled 39 omnes near ston Pood 105 ee ae eo eS + OTE aa | Hl | i

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‘ter Huston, John’s bride, and Lauren Bacall. time they landed, Lauren began to think ‘hopped out and kissed the ground. ventl SIERRA MADRE _ (Continued from page 49) when Bogie and: Betty (as he calls her) were making Dark Passage together. Their plans were more on the sentimental side then. “For a second anniversary comes up a second honeymoon, Baby,” suggested Bogie. “It’s only right and natural. What do you say we celebrate with a spin to Honolulu .in the Cup race?” Bogie has been boat-happy since his Navy days in World War I. He’d dreamed about the Cup race since coming to Hollywood. The bills added up to $6,000 before they got the “Santana” in racing trim. Caulk this and sand that, paint that and polish this. Bogie and Betty rode their prize hobby furiously for the Big Event and counted the weeks. Then up came an event that was even bigger. It was another one Bogie had planned away back—five years ago, to. be exact, when Director John Huston handed him a book, “Treasure of the Sierra Madre.” The story was about hidden gold in the Mexican mountains, and about des- perate men who went after it—and what that gold did to them. It was crammed with action—strictly male struggle, fights, hairy chests and jaws, dirt, sweat, muscle and blood—the dramatic stuff Bogie loves. He stayed up all night to read it.” The next morning he told John, “That’s for me. So now, on the eve of his second honey- moon cruise, came up the production he couldn’t miss. He told Lauren the bad news. “It’s Mexico for me and back to the grind,” he said. “No cruise, no anni- versary, no second honeymoon.” “Tm going with. you,” she said. “We’ll have it down there.” “This is strictly stag. No place for a lady,” vetoed Humphrey. the look... Betty’s lower lip slid out stubbornly and she gave him the look. “Careful what you call me,”’-she grinned, “but remem- ber, if you ever want me—just whistle.” Bogie has worn a silver whistle on his key chain ever since To Have and Have Not. He gave it a toot. “Okay,” he said, “but you won’t like it.” “Maybe yes, maybe no,” drawled Betty Bacall, “but what’s an anniversary with- out a husband?” _They took off for Mexico City in a DC-4 —all the cast principals herded together in the big plane—Humphrey Bogart, Wal- Bruce Bennett, Tim Holt, Barton Maclean, Director John Huston and a couple of wives—Evelyn Keyes, By the maybe Bogie was right. It was 3:30 am. when they roared in over Mexico City, after eight hours in the air from Hollywood. The field below was inky, blacked out by mist. They made five passes, swooping and zooming up again while the safety whistles wailed eerily. There’s a law in Mexico: after forty-five minutes circling a field you move on. They got the signal, “Try Vera Cruz.” They had trouble there, too, fight- ing soup over the mountains clear down to the coast... “Maybe with this picture the fade-out comes first,” cracked Bogie grimly when the gas got down to 20 gal- lons and there still wasn’t a hole to see land. They found one just in time. Bogie “Viva Mexico!” he said. “Viva terra firma,’ added Betty fer- ly. “I’ll never leave it.” But she did After coffee and gas for the ship n the daylight to the City. | How much freedom can _ a career gil ebjoy ? SSS 102 OUT OF 127 MODELS, ARTISTS, WRITERS REPORT NO CHAFING WITH FREE-STRIDE MODESS Bright young careerists—girls to whom freedom of action means so much—have made a smart discovery for you! Girls who had suffered chafe with their regular napkin tested a new, im- proved napkin, Free-Stride Modess. Ob- ject: To see if it gave freedom from chafe. The answer: 102 out of 127 reported no chafing with Free-Stride Modess! The secret of the chafe-free comfort so many girls found in Free-Stride Modess lies in the clever fashioning of the nap- kin edges. Free-Stride Modess has extra cotton on its edges—extra softness—right where the cause of chafe begins. Walk. with comtort Try the new Free-stride Madess! The extra cotton also acts to direct and retain moisture inside the napkin, keeping the edges dry and smooth longer. And dry, smooth edges.don’t chafe! So safe, too! Free-Stride Modess has a triple safety shield to keep you confi- dent—chase those accident fears. On sale everywhere now. Product of Personal Products Corporation.

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(In Mexico a Hollywood company, by law, has to hire a complete crew, man for man, to match Hollywood’s labor imports.) But he and Lauren didn’t stop there; they craved to fling their English-Spanish dictionary lore around a little more. : They were having dinner at the hotel the night before the location departure. A waiter poured Lauren some coffee and, flashing her new accomplishment, she said, “Basta!” The way her book read, that meant “enough.” But pretty soon they saw the waiter over in the corner beating his breast and shedding tears to the head waiter. In a minute, the dinner captain bustled over. too much... “Ts something wrong?” he asked Bogie. The Bogarts shook their heads. “Heav- ens no!” replied Betty. “I just had enough coffee so I said ‘enough’—‘basta,” she add- ed proudly. That made the captain swat his brow ““Basta’ means ‘enough,’ all right,” he ex- plained, “but in a way you don’t like. Like ‘Get the heck out of here!’ or ‘cram!’ ” Humphrey Bogart’s such a favorite be- low the border that he couldn’t get by with any. privacy in Mexico City. The day he stepped outside the door of the Re- forma, a little kid bounced up with a stick and gave the uh-uh-uh-uh-machine gun rattle that kids all over the world love. “You’re dead!” he announced. Crowds of aficionados (that’s Mexican for “fan”) fol- lowed Bogie and Betty around wherever they went in the capital, and even the taxi drivers raced Bogie around extra reck- lessly when he climbed in their hacks, just to show off. Later on, Bogie met many Mexico City officials, and before he came home to Hollywood he was thor- oughly impressed and in love with our busy Southern neighbor. But this first week of work he wasn’t so sure. There were some things he had to get acclimated to at San Jose Purua—such as _ snakes, machete-swinging Indians and burros— particularly burros. San Jose’s a picturesque hot springs set in the state of Michoacan—a Mexican beauty spot where upper crusters go for the baths. There’s a huge 200-room hotel there, gardens, fountains and all the lux- uries of a pleasure resort. There’s a swimming pool, a bar, a billiard room (and Lauren’s a pool shark), even a bowling alley to work out on at night, where Bogie made six straight strikes the first time he tried it. But only a few miles away at the Treasure of the Sierra Madre location, it was a different story. The first set was on a rocky hillside tan- gled with green jungle growth. When he stepped into his scenes, Bogie spotted a squad of native Indians padding around on the shadowy perimeter of the lights, swatting the bushes. For his first scene he had to squat on a rock. He started to sit down. The Indians leapt forward and whacked all around him furiously. “Wait, Senor,” said one, “the snakes.” i - ; NS eee “The what!” eee, en “The cascabels, the corals, Senor,” the Indian explained. “The rattlesnakes, the monsters—they like the rocks. You seet down—wheez—you daid. A moment, pleez.” And he whacked around with his long knife. Bogie’s no sissy, exactly, but he felt the chills creep up his spine. He got more used to them after he’d seen Indian ma- chete’s lop their heads off right and left a few times. He never did get used to the burros, however. Py eee He had a scene where he led his jack to a stream for water. The burro was supposed to drink thirstily but—well, yor | know that old gag about horses; it’s the same with donkeys. “I know,” said Bogie | at last, “we'll trot him up and down the trail until he’s so darned thirsty he'll have to drink!” Bogie dragged his partner up and down for an hour. It wasn’t such a terrific idea. At the end the jackass was | cool, collected and still definitely not in- terested in water. Bogie was dying with thirst and had to call time out for a beer! Betty’s idea to make the burro wake up and live was strictly a feminine trick. After Bogie had tugged away most of one morning, she said, “Why don’t you run a lady burro up ahead of him? He'll fol- low.” When they tried that, Humphrey’s donkey only yawned and dug in his hooves. “They aren’t human,” decided Bogie. The only time he and Lauren came near a lovers’ quarrel on their Mexican second honeymoon was when Betty fell in love with one mouse-gray, rag-eared little jen- | ny. “I want to take her home, Bogie,” she said. “Please buy her.” Bogie was firm. “Buy all the silver, baskets, pottery, dresses, jewelry—whatever you like,” he decreed, “anything except burros. That’s where I put it down—the foot!” Even Bogie’s crusty heart melted, though, the day he took Betty to a bull fight. It wasn’t exactly a big league event, just a dusty little ring in a tiny nearby town called Zitquaro, and the “bulls” were not much more than half-grown calves. This trip was the first in Mexico for both Humphrey and Lauren and like all ten- derfoot Mexican tourists, they had to see at least one bullfight. Zitquaro rallied to stage one for the Hollywood company. They dedicated a bull to the Bogarts— that’s quite an honor—but seeing the first one killed was enough for Bogie. When “his” bull came up for the knockout, he stopped the fight. “Hey,” yelled Bogie, “I pardon the bull! Let him go!” He bought him and gave him away to some hungry citizens. ‘ suckers for kids... What got to Bogie and Betty Bacall’s |} hearts most in Mexico, even more than |* burros and bulls, were the appealing little |, waits who tagged around after them, bare- footed and ragged. One little guy from | Jungapeo got himself a job carrying cokes | and beer to the bunch at San Jose Purua and became the pet of the camp. Bogie |” bought him a pair of shoes and Betty |” stuffed him with goodies every time she }, saw him. He was an orphan with a rug- ged time growing up behind him, but so sunny and attractive that John Huston’s and Evvie Keyes’ hearts grabbed on to him for keeps. When they left, they brought Pablo—his name was Pablo Al- varron—back to Hollywood with them to raise and educate. ; Lauren surprised even herself with a rash of domesticity down in Mexico. They all ate at the San Jose Purua hotel, which proudly boasted a Viennese chef, but pretty soon the Americanos got sick of fancy sauces, pastries and fluff. “I’m getting cream-puffed to death,” groaned Bogie one night. “Can’t somebody show . this guy how to make something ~ .- ; Secrads ph a = — Si = + i = = PEaes c.eeo 5

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orned beef hash and beans for a ange?” : “Sure,” said Betty. “I can.” She waltzed |. out into the kitchen and then and there |: took. over, after a noisy second battle of “Vienna. She was never too sure how the other guests appreciated her effort but she |: knew what Bogie and the Hollywood gang thought. They cinched her position as ‘supervising chef for the rest of the stay. |; Another job she took on was nurse as- | sistant to the camp medico, Dr. Raoul |; Herrera, a saint-like Mexican physician, |, who’s devoting his life to caring for the | rural Indian people. -Another homeless |: waif, a pin-boy at the bowling alley, got : his leg smashed and infected with a ball. Dr. Herrera had to operate on the spot |; in San Jose, and Betty stayed up all night - to help pull him through. |; When Bogie and Lauren’s wedding date |; rolled around at last, the Sierra Madre . location scenes were almost finished and |, John Huston had a surprise tc hand them. || “You’re through, Bogie,” he said. “We'll | stick around here another couple of weeks | and shoot patch-up stuff.- But for you, |; school’s out.” That night the crew | whipped up an anniversary party to end _all parties with a native mariachi band, ; guitar players serenading Bogie and Betty |, all around the hotel grounds, a feast and : dance, polished off with tequila toasts and | presents for the anniversary pair. Next morning Bogie and Betty roared off in a hired buggy on their second honeymoon |. tour. | couple of tourists ... They covered the beauty spots of Mex- 'ico—Tuxpan, Acapulco, Fortin, Garci- Crespa, the silver mines of Taxco, the palaces at Cuernevaca. They did all the first time tourist tricks, and visited at least | a thousand (Bogie swears) Mexican ba- | zaars to judge from all the loot Lauren | shipped home to their Beverly Hills shack. | One of the best times they had was a ride | on a Mexican bus in the country, with Betty holding babies on her lap and Bogie Tiding with a chicken perched on his |,shoulder. The proudest accomplishment | Humphrey collected was the ability to |; pronounce one town, Chichimiquillas, so | that even the natives knew what he meant. And the only regrettable habit he latched |on to was a taste for barbecued goat! | Otherwise, and all in all, there isn’t '\much the Bogarts would trade their anni- | versary in Mexico for, the way it worked out. They came back to Hollywood with mahogany tans, a carload of souvenirs, The Treasure of Sierra Madre in the can | for Bogie, and memories of a pleasant, hospitable land they can’t wait to hurry back to. : | Before his third anniversary rolls around, Humphrey Bogart plans to have another picture finished—the first one after all | these years that he’ll produce himself in collaboration with Mark Hellinger. It might be Fifty Grand, the Ernest Heming- way thriller. For that third anniversary event they’re already plotting the racing cruise they had | to skip this time—a crack in the “Santana” '-at the Honolulu Cup, and down on the | boat, where they hurried the minute they landed back in Hollywood, the cabin’s al- ready littered with navigation charts of the Great Circle route and such nautical lore. 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Veendam, watching the tugs shov- ing us away from the pier, watching the upturned faces at the dock growing small- er and smaller. Rita turned to me wit a_ complacent smile. “And the best part of it all is that almost everyone on this boat is Dutch, and no one will pay any attention to us.” She’d hardly mouthed the words when a small towhead approached her timidly, autograph book in hand. “Please, Miss Hayworth,” he said, proffering the book. “But where’s your pencil?” Rita asked him. At that instant, the youngster grabbed her hand, his self-consciousness complete- ly forgotten. “Hey, Miss Hayworth,” he cried. “Look at the Statue of Liberty!” Whereupon he dashed off to get a better look. The group at the rail overheard the conversation, and in just about ought minutes the amateur photographers were begging her to pose with the New York skyline as a backdrop. When the excitement subsided I started to ease Rita down to our stateroom muttering, ““No one will pay any attention to us,’ she says. I’m laughing.” Rita didn’t say anything. She looked pre- occupied. “You know,” she said finally. “The Statue of Liberty really meant some- thing to that little fellow who wanted my autograph. Did you see the look on his face?” She was so impressed by the Dutch child’s obvious devotion to our country that she fetched a pencil and tracked him down, so that she could put her name in his book. After that one flurry, the passengers took Rita in their stride, and we had a really heavenly voyage, playing deck tennis and shuffle board, reading (Eric Sevareid’s “Not So Wild a Dream” and Arthur Koestler’s “Thieves in the Night”) and sleeping. What made everything absolutely perfect was when Captain Peter Legaay, the gracious septuagenarian skipper of the ship, broke his precedent of not fussing over shipboard dignataries by honoring Rita with a cock- tail party! After it was over, she said to me, “If Holland is anything like its people, I’m going to be mad for it!” tulip time... We did love it, too. Loved every second of our too-brief four-day stay. We arrived on Tulip Day, which is the first Sunday after the first bloom of tulips, and driving from Rotterdam to Der Haag, we felt as if we were riding through tulip fields: all the cars, wagons, bicycles—even people—we passed on the road were bedecked with multicolored tulips. We stopped for a look at Scheveningen, the famous Dutch sea re- sort, then on to Der Haag for lunch. That night, Rita attended a birthday dinner for U.S. Ambassador Herman Baruch. It was a small formal party with several Dutch Parliamentarians, the head of the Dutch Red Cross and Baruch’s aides. Before the main course, with an apologetic bow to Rita, the Ambassador announced the guest of honor. Whereupon a succulent turkey was ushered onto a side table by two chefs who promptly carved and served it. Next day we headed for Volendam, a small fishing village not far from Am- sterdam. All tourists are directed to this village, which is painstakingly kept pic- turesque by the Dutch Tourist Bureau. Here we busied ourselves photographing the tidy brick houses lope the dike, and the inhabitants in their Dutch: costumes, all of whom seemed to be old hands at striking postcard-like poses. Later on, we lunched at a wharfside restaurant, watch- “me one evening. “Paris in the spring and _back to Paris, and then a wa ing the small fishing boats, lulled as the lap of the water. “The peace of this place,” Rita marvelled. | “Not a bobby-socker for miles around.” Our | pretty young waitress appeared then with § a great bowl of boiled potatoes (Holland’s | national dish). She took one look at Rita, |B put down the dish with a clatter and # whipped out an autograph book from her starched white apron. Rita signed it with a straight face, but when we were alone again, we guffawed into our napkins. There & are apparently bobby-sockers in every | language! Our biggest sightseeing thrill was -Am- sterdam, that fabulous city laced with | canals. Rita was being guided through the city museums, some three-century-old houses and other points of interest, when she learned of a hospital for wounded men of the Dutch underground. She asked to visit them provided she could do so alone and without fanfare. That was her only public appearance in the Netherlands, spent in Koal with forty Dutch heroes. what's new with grable? ... Rita listened intently to their reminis- 9b cences of war. She was impressed by the | serious-eyed boy who hoped that Amer- - ica, by continuing to play a strong role in §yi world affairs, could prevent the develop- fe ment of another war. And she was touched by the smiling youngster with a battered face who wanted news of Betty Grable! After the quiet of the Netherlands, } France was very, very exciting indeed, and I don’t suppose that either of us will ever forget the welcome Rita’s Parisian fans | gave her. When we stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord Station, three thousand of them, as excitable as if they were | watching a close finish of a bicycle race, brushed the gatemen aside and swarmed down the platform to greet her. The police | tried to hold them back, but somehow I, too, | was carried off in the surging crowd. Be- | lieve me, it was a terrifying experience, | and when I finally arrived at Rita’s suite at the George Fifth Hotel, I was cut and torn and minus my best cigarette case. “Rita,” I practically wept, “let’s hope this never happens again.” Fortunately, it didn’t. § * Our second morning in Paris, Rita sprang 2) surprise on me. “Lola,” she announced, | “T’ve got to buy some clothes.” “But heavens,’ I protested, waving vaguely at her trunk and three suitcases. “What about all those?” She was sort of embarrassed opening them up to show me, | and I did a double-take when I saw that most of the space was taken up by bags | of sugar and flour, and cans of every sort & of food. “How come?” I asked her. “It’s for the hungry kids over here,” she | said quietly. | The shopping spree was fun and netted | ’ Rita seven stunning day dresses and two | Christian Dior and Jacques Costet. The next couple of weeks were hectic for Rita. While I scooted around seeing all the sights, she was involved in press confer- ences—conducted through an interpreter from Columbia Pictures—and picture | sittings. 5 : “Can you imagine it, Lola,” she said to I haven’t seen a bit of it. Not even the J}. Louvre. Gosh, everyone sees the Louvre!” Eventually we escaped to a wee hotel at 95 Beaulieu-sur-Mer on the French Riviera, where for ten beautiful days we played | tennis and swam in the warm blue Medi- §§. terranean. We’d almost forgotten she was | a famous movie star by the time w

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here we stopped for lunch reminded French she whispered to Rita, “Made- moiselle Hayworth, I have something to Show you.” She took Rita upstairs, and there on the wall of her bedroom was a faded Hayworth glamour photo, which she asked Rita to sign. || Back in Paris once more, there was the iZala premiere of Gilda and then we set off (for the film festival at Brussels. ? Brussels was such fun! It is actually the (Zayest city in Europe today, and it was in \holiday mood for the film festival. All along ithe flag-bedecked Boulevard Marche Aux pees (Brussels’ great white way) various ‘theaters were showing the outstanding in- : ‘ternational films of the year. There was a | Ee for each visiting film star, and Rita’s arty was the daddy of them all. on official request... s Something funny and rather cute hap- pened during her guided tour through the ‘town hall. After the stately burgomeister, ‘who was her guide, had proudly pointed (out the works of old Flemish masters, tapestries, and heraldic emblems of the ilong dead past, a reporter asked him if he itlihad any request to make of her, thinking eae that the dignified old fellow might like an autograph. Instead, with a twinkle in his eye, he said, “I wish only that she ie ‘promptly bussed him. Rita’s next scheduled stop was Zurich, in (Switzerland, and after a brief rest in Paris : fiom a kiss on my cheek.” Whereupon Rita .|4ve motored there. Like most tourists, we lwere charmed by the neat picturesqueness of Swiss towns and countryside. | We both longed to spend more than four days in Switzerland, but Rita had promised Major General A. R. Bolling to ‘wisit the American Occupied Zone in Ger- ‘many. In our ten days in Germany, we avelled through most of Bavaria, taking lin the cities of Nurnberg and Frankfort; ‘with Rita sleeping upon Army cots, eating with GI’s and officers, appearing at numer- dus camp shows, and playing soft ball. ‘When I asked her for a brief description of her activities during those days when I «|didn’t see her she replied, “Mostly I’m in land out of jeeps.” | July sixth, following a, mammoth Fourth x July celebration with out-of-this-world reworks, we left for a week in Prague. Gosh, what a beautiful city, with its ba- toque buildings and the great Hradcany (Castle. | Rita’s public appearances were few. She sited Czech film studios and attended a ‘inner given in her honor by Ambassador Steinhardt. Her press conferences with zecholslovak journalists was probably the most unique she had yet encountered. In- Stead of the usual queries on her reactions Europe, life in Hollywood and what she ate for breakfast, they quizzed her on dolitical matters. What did she think of the [ruman Doctrine? Would Congress sup- ort the Marshall Plan? etc., etc. Rita par- ‘ied the questions with finésse and got the mterviewers talking about politics in zechoslovakia! At the end of the week, we boarded th amed Orient Express train for Paris hop- ng to get a good night’s rest. No such luck, ween requests for our bread tickets, ur railroad tickets, and other credentials. Finally, in the small hours of the morning we were both dozing off beautifully when re came a loud knock on the door. It S re GI’s of the American Border verything okay?” they inquired sheep- r, Rita nodded sleepily and smiled. The e evidently did it, for instantly they ushing two autograph books at her three o'clock in the morning, wailed, after the soldiers had gone. No answer. “Will we?” I said. No answer. My glamorous chum was dead to the world. We packed our bags in Paris and were off for England the very next day, ac- companied by Dennis Lyons of Columbia’s London office and our two maids—annexed in Paris. At least we thought we were accompanied by our maids. We sent them on to the station with the luggage, after extracting their solemn promise to report to us before train time. We’d barely boarded The Golden Arrow—the boat train between Paris and London, when it started to pull out of the station. Rita hastily looked into the next compartment to see that the maids were comfortably settled—and there wasn’t a sign of them! Nor of the luggage. Dennis was frantic at the thought of Rita en route to the biggest opening of her European trip (the premiere of Down to Earth in London) minus her wardrobe, knowing that there was no hope of re- placements in clothes-hungry England. But the thing struck Rita and me as being ter- ribly funny. We laughed till we cried, to the consternation of poor Dennis. At length he decided to search the baggage car in the hope that the maids might have gotten it aboard. Off he went, and in a few minutes he was back with our maids, Arg- nille and Anita, in tow. He’d found them a few cars forward chatting gaily with two French gentiemen. When he scolded them for disappearing they both went into screaming hysterics, and it took hours for Rita and me to cajole them back to sanity. We arrived in London that afternoon, and the days that followed were filled with sight-seeing and theater-going. We saw the Tower of London and Buckingham Palace. One day we watched the ground being broken in Grosvenor Square for the Roose- velt Memorial, and another day we saw Princess Elizabeth. one of the bunch... I think perhaps the most amusing place we saw was a Cockney hangout called Dirty Dick’s. We went in a bit appre- | hensively, lest the patrons think we were slumming and resent us. We needn’t have worried. The standees at the bar couldn’t- have been friendlier. “Hello, Rita—glad tsee ya!” they greeted her cheerfully. Then they went back to their pints of beer and their dart boards. After a while one of the patrons edged his way over to Rita. ‘Did you ever know George Thompson?” he inquired. “’E was a GI who spent part of the war ’ere at Dirty Dick’s.” He was crushed when Rita said she didn’t know him. “If you run into him,” he said then, “tell ’im ’is buddy at Dirty Dick’s was asking for im.” 5 “111 do that,” Rita promised. And don’t think she won’t. The opening of Down to Earth was a benefit for limbless ex-servicemen, and a large reception was held before it, attended by Ambassador Lewis Douglass, Anthony Eden, the Duke of Gloucester and others. Six city blocks were roped off to car traffic, so Rita—like the rest of the party— ‘walked to the theater, where an estimated crowd of five thousand people were mill- ing about. 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VISION IN WHITE (Continued from page 63) perfect for her cute little-girl features. Her maid of honor was her cousin, Martha Crawford, and the bridesmaids— in aqua faille—were Lynn Carroll, Diana Herbert (daughter of F. Hugh Herbert who wrote Margie, the movie that gave Barbara her first real break, and Vivian Eton, a Howard Greer model. (Oh, to be an usher in a wedding like that!) The very good-looking groom, 23-year-old Johnny Fontaine, had for his best man, his brother Bill who’d flown up from his studies at the University of Texas. an intimate reception... After Dr. William E. Roberts performed the ever-beautiful marriage ceremony, we went on to the reception at the Rodeo Room of the Beverly Hills Hotel. And the reception, like the wedding, was refresh- ingly un-Hollywood. Of the 150 guests, only a handful—like Rory Calhoun and the Dan Daileys—were movie stars; the rest were non-professional friends of Barbara’s and Johnny’s from their pre-movie days. Everybody there looked happy in that gay, excited, party way, but I couldn’t help noticing the really deep-lying happiness in Barbara’s mother’s face. It was plain as could be that she had all the confidence in the world in the two youngsters. “After all,” she told me, “Barbara is a very mature young person, and she and Johnny have known each other for a long while .. .” Barbara met Johnny at one of the gang get-togethers. They were at somebody’s house, catching a little Sunday sun around the swimming pool, and everybody was there—Rory Calhoun, Cathy Downs, Jane Nye, Henry Willson, Bob Cornell, Greg Juarez, Barry Jonas, Conrad Janis. . And this new fellow. He came out of the house in trunks, looking like a full- color, full-page advertisement for the trunks. He was six-three, tanned the color of a seal, and when he dived into the pool there was no splash. He swam the length of the pool a couple of times, like a seal. “Who,” Barbara asked Cathy with elab- orate carelessness, “is that?” “Johnny Fontaine, of course, silly,” “He’s at Selznick’s.” “T haven’t seen him in anything.” “He’s been there only four or five months. Truth of the matter is, he’s Rory’s type of man—doesn’t look like him, of course, except that he’s tall and dark and romantic. So when a part comes up call- ing for that kind of a man, it goes to Rory. After all, Rory’s been there longer, they’ve got a lot invested in him, and you know how it is.” - There was no one in the pool at the moment except Johnny, floating lazily. Barbara stood at the edge of the pool a minute in her brief white shorts and bra. She saw Johnny looking at her. Then she dived in. Later, sprawled beside her on the grass, he said, “I’ve seen a lot of stills of you, but I can’t remember you in a picture except just a bit in Diamond Horseshoe. Where’ve they been keeping you?” “In school,” she said. “For ages. But now there’s Margie, and I hear it’s a cle pen and I’ve got the second feminine ead.” ; “Tt only takes one like that,” Johnny told her, enviously. They talked for another half hour—shop talk, Hollywood talk—and then Conrad came back from a trip for more cokes, and claimed her. She was his girl for the day. = But that evening, when the party was breaking up, Johnny caught her for a— didn’t stop for hamburgers, then, — sale moment alone and said, “We ought to get together again. May I call you?” “Yes,” said Barbara, very casual once | more, “if you like...” He did not call. For a week she jumped for the phone every time it rang, until Bernice finally said, very quietly, “He must be quite a lad.” Barbara was completely candid. “He is,” | she said. “Wait’ll you see him!” “How can I see him if he doesn’t call?” “He'll call,” Barbara said firmly. At the next party she waited patiently —* during the early part of the evening, danc- ing with one and another of the fellows, chatting amiably, allowing herself to glance toward the door only once every five min- utes. She had nearly given him up when he came in, at ten o’clock, looking hand- somer than she had remembered. She could relax then, give her full attention to the boy sitting beside her—because she knew that eventually he would come and ask her to dance. It took him all of five minutes to make his greetings and reach the sofa where she was sitting. This time, young Miss Lawrence made no mistake. When she went home that night it was secure in the knowledge that he would call her tomorrow, although she had given no hint that she expected ever to see him again. But the ways of a six- teen-year-old girl, especially when she is beautiful, are mysterious and wonderful. He rang at five o’clock, and by eight they were dining cozily at Jay’s in Santa Monica Canyon, a tiny, intimate restaurant with superb food and dim lights. path of a starlet... She was telling him, then, because he asked, that she had been born in Carnegie, Oklahoma, but had moved to Kansas City when she was three; how her picture had appeared in a magazine over the caption, “Recommended for Hollywood,” when she was only five; and how, at eleven, she came West with Bernice to visit an aunt. “I just refused to go home,” she told Johnny. “Mother took a job here, and I started to model for magazines and bill- boards and things.” “At eleven?” “At twelve. You may have noticed ’m | quite grown-up for my age. Well, then, | after that it was simple. The modeling | agency said one day that Twentieth was | auditioning chorus girls for Diamond Horseshoe and we might as well try for it. I went along as a kind of gag, and I was wearing a sweater and skirt and bobby socks. Everyone else was gussied to the ears in their mothers’ dresses and high heels and furs. “So the director said, ‘What’re you all so dressed up for?’ and sent them all away. |} I was going with them but Mr. LeMaire | called me back and said, ‘Wait .. .” I made | a test, and then there I was.” “Let's say, ‘Here we are,’” Johnny said. | She stared at her filet mignon for a moment, not seeing it, aware suddenly that she had won, and that this was It. She | laughed. “Most people hear a tune, or catch a breath of perfume, and remember a special moment. But my nostalgic mo- fj" ment will have to be a steak. How do you ff} like that?” ; “Well,” he said, “I’m partial to steaks.” ff) Mrs. Lawrence was still up, reading on her chaise longue, when she heard the sound of laughter in the street below. She glanced at her watch. Eleven o’clock. They | Pa sia

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e 0 e d t absently, and stood up and went the window of her bedroom. Then she returned to the chaise and tapping on the door in a moment and Ber- mice Lawrence did not want her daughter fo catch her making like a mother. She certainly did not look like the mother of a ee cteyeet old girl; Bernice was only im irty-six herself, and slim and lovely with ‘a mane of reddish brown hair and big entle eyes. ’ When Barbara knocked, a few minutes | later, Bernice said, “Come in, darling,” and ‘ marked her place in the book. e She observed the girl who came in with ‘a certain detachment. Well, Bernice | thought, I’ve done a pretty good job. Bar- |, bara was authentically beautiful. | Her hair was ash blonde by the grace of God and not hydrogen peroxide. She had . the figure of an angel addicted to jitter- ' bugging. Her eyes were bright with | health and the pleasure of that evening. | “We went to Jay’s” she said, “and then . Stopped by Jane’s apartment. She has | Some terrific new records—Charles Trenet. . You pronounce it Sharl, as in Boyer. He’s | a sort of combination of Jean Sablon and Chevalier, only he writes the things , Sablon sings.” . _ Quite suddenly, Bernice felt tired. She ‘thought, “The child’s escaped me. Yester- day she was a baby. Today——” She said, “Barbara darling, have you 'done your homework?” _ Barbara raised her eyebrows. “I batted , it out while the others were having cokes | this afternoon. Why?” “T don’t know. It strikes me as odd, | oceasionally—this thing of your sitting for | so many hours every afternoon at a school | desk, learning algebra as if you were in | pigtails, and then trotting out in the eve- ning to places like Jay’s and Ciro’s.” ' “What do you mean?” _ “I mean perhaps you're growing up too , soon, too fast.” | “Oh, darling,” Barbara said, immensely ‘ amused. “I daresay your mother thought | the same thing when you were sixteen. | After all, this is 1946.” | “Yes,” Bernice said softly, “it’s 1946. | Well, off to bed. You’ve an early call.” ; t | 1 SAW IT HAPPEN \| We were stationed | at Camp Han, Cal- ; ifornia, enroute to | the Far East. One “| Saturday night we || decided to paint ‘| the town red for || the last time be- || fore leaving. Five of us went to a Hollywood night club where we saw gorgeous Lana Turner dancing. Sam Kilse, one of the boys in our group, boasted that he could get a dance with Lana. “Ah, don’t give us that,” said the rest of us. “How much will you bet?” “Five dollars, we chorused. “Okay,” he said. “It’s a deal!” He stood up and walked a lit- tle uncertainly to the dance floor. As | Lana Turner and her partner danced | by Sam stepped forward, missed the escort but managed to tap Miss Turner on her shoulder. When she turned | around, Sam bowed as gracefully as | possible and asked, “May I cut in, please?” Naturally, we expected her _ to say no, but Miss Turner smiled and said, “Sure, soldier!” We stood amazed as Sam winked at us and danced into Long after Barbara had gone she sat on the chaise, thinking. By the time she went to bed herself she had made up her mind. The next day she wrote several letters and mailed them her- self, airmail special delivery. She called Twentieth Century-Fox and checked Bar- bara’s schedule for the summer. A few days later, after she had heard from Kan- sas City, she told Barbara her news. “You’ve been working hard and long,” | Y she said. “Now it’s time for a little fun. Yow’re going back home to visit.” “Back home?” Barbara said. “But this is home. You mean back to Missouri?” “You'll visit Aunt Elsie and Uncle Frank, dear, and all your old friends will be around—Kitty Walter and Buddy Sandwall and Jimmy Hawes and Joan Elberg.. .” Barbara’s face lighted up. “I haven’t seen those kids in five or six years. We can do Kansas City backwards and forwards.” “That you can,” Bernice nodded; but her smile had a secret amusement. Being six- teen in Missouri was not like being sixteen in show business. Barbara would have a chance to be her age, for a change. they were swell—but kids... The breach between Barbara and her old friends was apparent immediately. The kids were. swell, just as she had remem- bered them to be, but they were still kids. The girls wore what teen agers were wear- ing that summer; the boys had jalopies, or their fathers’ cars; and Barbara saw Kansas City, all right, but not as she had expected to. She realized, finally, what her mother had meant that night when she had come home from dancing at Ciro’s. She had grown up too soon. Back in California, Johnny Fontaine was still unattached, still hadn’t forgotten her, and in the next months they used the state they lived in as it was meant to be used: as a resort, a fun place. They drove Barbara’s new Buick convertible to Arrowhead, and slid down the long slope of sleek pine needles under the trees on the North Shore. They swam at Malibu and Laguna and Catalina. They sailed off Newport and Balboa and Santa Monica. They played tennis in Santa Barbara and La Jolla. Until finally one evening, Barbara came home and said to Bernice, “I’ve two pieces of news for you. Hold onto your ears. I’m to play Louisa in Captain from Castille, and Johnny has asked me to marry him.” “Congratulations on both,” Bernice said. “Johnny’s a sweetheart and I couldn’t be happier to have him for a son. But — —” ‘We're too young, you're going to say?” “Tt could be.” “He’s twenty-two. And I—you said yourself, that evening .. .” Bernice sighed. “I know. Of course, I could be a typical mother and say I won't give my consent until you're eighteen, but I think Ill put it this way. It would please me very much if you'd wait until your eighteenth birthday.” The two women looked at each other in silence for a long moment. Then, like the obedient and very young girl that she- really is, she answered, “All right, mother.” It was a few months later that Barbara brought up the subject again. “TJ made you a promise, mother, to wait until I was eighteen—” she began. “Yes.” Bernice knew what was coming. 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But he stood out among all the other handsome hopefuls at Republic, because he didn’t think of himself as a little man in a world of big people. The big man, Gene Autry, wasn’t swaggering around clinking his spurs. He was friendly with everybody, particularly Leonard Slye, who was to become Roy Rogers. Still, something was bothering Autry. His bosses were paying him a slim $5,000 per picture for a total of eight, or $40,000 a year. He was earning more than that from radio and other activities. Despite the front office warnings that he’d get into trouble, Gene went on strike for $10,000 a picture. Abruptly, Leonard Slye became a new cowboy actor named Dick Weston. He went to work in pictures that had been planned for Gene Autry, and the star went stump- ing around the country, visiting his many friends among the exhibitors, to find out just how he stood. Exhibitors everywhere wanted Autry pictures and no substitutes. Gene came back to Hollywood, convinced that his stand was correct. There were no personal feelings involved, for this was a matter of a man determining his own worth, and de- ciding he be paid accordingly. There was one dramatic episode during this strike of Gene’s, which was enough to test the steel of any man. What hap- pened was nothing designed by Autry, but it was a humiliation a lesser man than Rogers would have carried around for years aS a revenge motive. the walk-out... One day, on a_sound stage at Republic studios, there occurred a dramatic scene which has never before nor since been equaled. Some 300 exhibitors and exchange managers were called to a convention. At an appropriate moment, with considerable speech-making and fanfare, a _ studio spokesman rose and said, “And now, Gentlemen, I want you to meet Republic’s newest cowboy star—Roy Rogers!” There was no applause. Almost to a man, the three hundred assembled business guests rose and walked out. Roy Rogers stood there dumfounded. In another part of Hollywood, Gene Autry sat in his office, idly speculating what would be going on at the studio convention. Wondering how many of the men whose business it was to sell his pic- tures to theater owners, would go to bat for his return. He didn’t know the ordeal through which the young man, whose name is now Roy Rogers, had just suffered. He did know, soon, that he had won his strike. A studio emissary arrived to say he could have $10,000 a picture. Gene said, “The price is now $12,500.” He got it. Abruptly, all plans for making Roy Rogers the top cowboy star of the lot were shelved. Roy took this bad break as a part of the game, but at the time, he didn’t know that certain factions had recom- mended that he be dropped entirely from the studio payroll. “That didn’t happen, and for a very good reason. When the plan to let Roy go reached Gene Autry’s attention, he said quietly, “If you let the lad out, you may have another strike on your hands. I in- sist that he be kept on.” Because Gene went to bat for Roy, the latter became the second star on the lot, and the story moved on to another chapter. |) Roy was a father. Gene was not. Gene’s draft board labeled him 1-A, and he made up his mind to enlist, despite urging that he might get a deferment. This decision, and other factors that had been brewing for a long time, led to the court battle in which Gene won his freedom, and sub- sequently signed a deal to do pictures for Columbia release. one man’s opinion .. . sf “Does Roy Rogers dislike Gene Autry?” a friend of both exclaimed, “Why, he ought to kneel every night and give thanks that there is an Autry.” That may be carrying things a little too far. A man of Rogers calibre certainly would have made the grade sooner or later. Success came sooner as a result of Autry’s emphatic behavior. Today, Roy Rogers is hotter than a smoking forty-five. He’s solid with the public and his pictures are big money- makers. Still, a close comparison is not fully possible. Gene Autry has moved on up to become almost as much an institution as was Will Rogers in an earlier day. But getting back to that fence Gene and I were sitting on. Since the feud was out, I changed the subject to horses. “Where did I learn to ride a horse?” Gene thought that one over. “I only know that I didn’t learn to ride in Hollywood. It must have been on a ranch outside of Tioga, Texas. I think I could walk before I could climb into a saddle, but I’m not sure. All I-know is that I climbed up the spokes of a wagon wheel and slid onto the horse from there.” “Then you really were a cowboy?” Gene gave me a look which will last you five days in Nevada, puncture you in Oklahoma. and petrify you in Texas. His horse, Champion, standing three feet away, also gave me a look. I shut up for awhile. Then Gene spoke. “You don’t have to get nervous. A horse can’t understand what you say. He works by the tone of your voice. This is not the original Champion. He died at the age of seventeen. Nothing wrong with him. Just died. ’'ve known this. Champion since he was a baby on a ranch outside Burwin, _ Oklahoma—that’s the place that was later named Gene Autry, about the nicest com- pliment I’ve ever been paid.” Gene picked up a lunge whip as a little weatherbeaten man walked by. “Hold it, Agee,” Gene said. Agee stood still. Gene’s right arm went back lazily. The snaky whip lash soared out, and there was a sharp spat, like a police positive exploding. ‘The ends of the whip sailed around Agee until his arms were three times bound to his sides. Agee shivered a little. “Never could get used to that,” he said, as he unwound him- self and shuffled away. “Know who he is?” Autry asked. “That’s the man who knows more about horses | than horses know about themselves. He used to be Equestrian Master for Ringling Brothers Circus for years. Then he was | with Tom Mix. I couldn’t do without him.” | Autry can’t do without his friends, nor | they without him. When he earns a friend, he keeps him. -There was something about Gene that J inspires intense loyalty from anyone who | comes to know him at all well. Obviouslys this is because the soft spo My ;

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sonsider loyalty a one way street. He talks easily about his half dozen suc- ‘cessful enterprises, but a fuse blows out “in his cranium when he is nudged for memories which might be classified under e heading of an actor talking about imself. _ The one great love of his life- is typical. ral | During the course of a whole day, I | ‘prodded him at odd moments, urging him '| to tell me the intimate facts concerning nF his courtship and marriage. At length, |, Be blushed a little under his Cine- | color makeup, and broke out the story. A t In 1931, Gene went to visit his old friend, é Jimmy Long, in Springfield, Missouri. It “|| was Jimmy who had taught Gene, at eight- ‘een, most of the tricks of railroad teleg- ‘taphy and who, with his wife, introduced him to the future Mrs. Autry. She was ‘Ina Mae Spivey, a beautiful, dark-eyed girl attending teacher’s college. ) Some months later, while out walking _ with Ina, Gene said, conversationally, “It’s understood, isn’t it?” ' On April first of that year, at ten o'clock in the evening, they were wed in St. Louis by a Lutheran minister. The ceremony proceeded normally until ,| the minister asked Gene if he took Ina to have and to hold from this day forward. With unconscious western logic, Gene re- plied, “It’s understood.” I have known Gene off and on for some years, and invariably, any anecdote of a E ‘gently pokes fun at himself. | My favorite is his flight during the war from Newark to Dallas in a cargo ship loaded with army equipment and six nurses. Gene was Flight Officer at the time, »|' and Capt. Hal Murray the pilot. The minute they were off the ground they were in trouble. The weather couldn’t f have been worse. Before an hour was out the de-icers were loaded. They hadn’t an- ticipated coming into Dallas on the heels of ,| a hurricane, but they did. As they circled the field, Gene picked up the microphone and talked urgently to the control tower. There was no answer. He called the field again, then turned to , Capt. Murray with a hopeless gesture. Despite the urgency of the situation, Murray grinned. “Take it easy, Gene, old ‘| boy,” he said. “Just put down that G.I. flashlight and pick up the microphone.” = MODERN SCREEN personal nature he has to tell, is one that — On another occasion, Gene had flown ‘Champion into Chicago for a rodeo. He was met by Leslie Atlas, vice president of the Columbia Broadcasting System. Atlas suggested that he load Champion into a trailer and bed the horse down for the night at his suburban ranch home. Gene liked the idea. When they arrived, young Atlas Junior, age six, was on hand to greet them. He insisted that his idol, Gene, ride Champion and take him over a few hurdles. Gene saddled up and started to put Champion through his paces. The great horse, weary and jittery from the long plane ride, refused the second jump. Gene shot over Champion’s/ head and slid face first into the dirt. Young Master Atlas considered the sit- uation. Then, with the appraisal that comes only from a child said, “Mr. Autry, I don’t think you can sing so good either.” I doubt that anyone could count on an index finger the number of movie stars who would consistently tell such stories on themselves. Watching Gene do a love scene with Gloria Henry for Strawberry- Roan, the newest of his Cinecolor releases, reminded me of something. = Gene still does not kiss his leading ladies. This rule seemed a little ridiculous to a dark eyed young lady of my acquaintance, when she worked with him some years ago. Her name was Marjorie Weaver, and at the big moment before the cameras, she relaxed on Gene’s broad shoulders, ex- claiming, “What’s the matter, Mr. Autry, you're not afraid to kiss me, are you?” “Tll tell you what,” he said, “if you'll walk with me around behind this backdrop, we'll see whether I’m afraid.” Marjorie dropped the subject. I am certain that Mrs. Autry will not disapprove of that anecdote. Charming ma- tron of his 360-acre ranch near Newhall, California, she is rated as one of the most gracious hostesses in the entire West. But she is more than a homebody. She flies with Gene on trips to supervise their 112,000- acre ranch near Winslow, Arizona, where 3500 head of cattle are now grazing. And she collaborated with Gene con- cerning the sentiment to be lettered last April first, on a huge Anniversary cake. 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The first thing we knew, the cook was screaming so loud they must have heard her in San Francisco, and the neighbors thought the house was being robbed, and these two ducks were scuttling across the floor. Son- ny? Sonny’d left—” I felt a small hand clutching at my skirt, and looked down. It was Lonnie, and she was grinning. “Do you want me to ride Jimmy?” “Depends on how Jimmy feels about it,” I said, not committing myself. “Who is Jimmy?” Once again, she leveled a scornful gaze at me. “My horse!” she said. Alan nodded. “Let’s all ride!” I think maybe I was hit on the head with a horse when I was a child. I’m seared. “Let’s you all ride,” I quavered. “Td ever so much rather watch, and pick up a few pieces—I mean—pointers—” “You,” Alan said, “remind me of Billy De Wolfe. He was up here for dinner one night, and he’d never been on a horse, so we decided to train him. We went out to the barn to get a few horses ready, and a horse named Jonesie was kicking hell out of the barn door. Broke it right down. “Billy looks at the performance from a distance. “Heh heh heh,’ he says. ‘Spirited Now, which one am I going to And do you know, he got on Jonesie and rode him?” I was stymied. Could I admit I was a bigger coward than Billy De Wolfe? In- deed I could. But just then Lonnie went roaring by on a horse, and Alan inclined his head. “Jimmy,” he said. “She’s mad about that colt—’ | Could I admit I was a bigger coward than a teentsy-weentsy four-year-old kid? I was saved the trouble. Everyone knew. Alan pointed out a beautiful horse, now, big, reddish, and sort of wild, run- ning down in the field. “That’s Blaze,” he “What an animal! He’s Susie’s.” Susie chuckled. “I came home one night and told Alan I’d bought a horse, and he got all green and anguished looking, and said, ‘You take it right back. I’m not thinking. of starting a glue factory, and any horse you'd buy—why you don’t know anything about horses—’ ” He had to apologize when he saw Blaze, though. Blaze is magnificent. As a mat- ter of fact, Alan and Sue are so sold on horses now that they have put the ranch on a paying basis by buying some brood mares, and going into horse-raising. Besides horses and cats and ducks and chickens, they've got three Australian sheepdogs named Tippy, Tardy and Dinky. Unfortunately, they haven’t any sheep. “Come on,’ Susie said to me, after a while, “you haven’t even seen the house yet. Big doings there.” We strolled up a little incline, and there was this white house, all green-shuttered and flagstone-terraced. Workmen were building an additional room (it’s going to be a big dining-living place, so that on rainy days the Ladds won’t stumble over one another) and we stood and watched the activity for a few minutes. The way the house is now, there are just three rooms, and while they love it, th family has outgrown it.: Z Up on a slope in back of this house is the framework for a new little three- room house which is going to have two bedrooms and a living-play-room in the middle. Once that’s completed, Alan and Sue will be able to move the new baby, David, and his nurse out to the ranch, so they’re rushing it as fast as they can. “It’s funny,” Sue was saying, “as crazy as I am about this place, I begrudge a day or two out here, when I can’t see the baby—” a “Td like to see David, myself,” I ven- tured. She nodded. “We'll drive into town Sunday. You can get a look at him then. He’s so much the image of Lonnie, it seems like the same baby to me.” Alan, who’d been talking to a man named Cliff about floor plans and redwood and white pine and flagstone and cement, came back to us, and Sue said, “Why don’t you. | go pick some corn for lunch? I've got to | start the other things.” “Right out of the field?” I gasped. “Sure, honey,” Susie said. “We hard) ! q ' | § ! ( I : t I I . | t 1

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a fe ever grow that kind in the Alan and Lonnie and I went down to the garden, and Lonnie picked herself an ear of corn, and brought it to her father for approval. “Corn, Daddy—” “But that’s too young, Lonnie,” he said. “Tt’s no good yet; it’s too new—” “Who wants old corn?” said Lonnie, turning on her heel, offended. We got several ears of delectable-look- ing corn, and went back up to the house whence issued unearthly fragrances. Fried ham, to mention one. Potatoes and onions, to mention another. And a chocolate meringue pie that you eat while it’s still hot, and it makes you want to go out and shoot yourself, because you know nothing will ever be that good again. Ah, those foods. We ate outside, under a pepper tree, and a lot of flies tried to share things, but there wasn’t enough left over for even a one-armed fly with a small appetite. “They told me about you,’ I said to Sue. “But they didn’t tell me this!” “Why, I just threw some things to- gether,” she said in surprise. “Have some more corn, and a little butter, and a hot biscuit—” ee go for a swim after lunch,” Alan said. “Not me,” I cried somewhat rudely, I fear. “I’d sink like a hunk of cement. Id sink like a stuffed, stabbed grouse; I’d sink—” I was on my way to being good and lyrical, but he cut me short. “Okay, Til go for a swim after lunch.” “Tt’s all very well for you,” I sniffed. “You eat like a bird.” Lonnie’s the one who reaily eats like a bird. All through the meal, her mother and father have to urge her -to taste this, or have a bite of that, and she looks at them unhappily. “No-more. Please, Mom, |* no more.” The only way they can get her to eat is to go in and turn her bed down, and let her see it’s turned down. “Now if you don’t eat,” they say, “you go directly to bed.” that Like any little kid anywhere, reaches her. She stows the vitamins away with bad grace and much haste. Well, I finally got through making a | SAW IT HAPPEN This happened at Lecco, Italy, when beautiful Jinx Fal- kenburg was en- tertaining the Gls of the Fifth Army. For over an hour, Miss Falkenburg and her troupe danced and sang for the boys. Then, for a finale, she ‘ came out on the stage in a tennis outfit and called upon a young GI to help her with her act. Miss Falken- burg demonstrated the various tennis strokes, as her helper chased the balls all over the stage. When she finished, she thanked the GI and said, “As a _reward, I'll let you have anything that you wish. Just ask for it.” “Ask for a kiss, Joe!” “Get a date!” “Hubba! Hubba!” the crowd shouted. The young GI blushed and remained speechless. Miss Falkenburg leaned towards him and asked sweetly, “Isn’t there anything?” The GI finally re- | plied, “May I—may I—have one of the _ tennis balls?” George Chinen, Honolulu, Hawaii house.” — _at that. pig of myself, and Lonnie got through her picking, and we all started over to look at the pool. The way the grounds are, there’s the main house, and then a bare site next to it where the Ladds may some day build a big house, and then beyond that, there’s a white fence, like a corral fence. This is kept closed so that Lonnie won't go investigating the pool by herself. Inside the fence is an oval pool with incredibly blue water (I imagine that’s reflection from the blue tiles, but I’m un- mechanical) and all around the pool, on the bright green grass there are chairs and tables and striped umbrellas and beach rolls. Off to one side, there’s a bath-house, and next to that a fabulous barbecue set-up. The way the barbecue got started is funny. For Christmas, Tay Garnett, director of Wild Harvest had given Alan and Sue a refrigerator. - “We'll put it down by the pool,” Alan said. “Keep cool drinks in it.” “Let's set it in a wooden cabinet or something,” Sue suggested. By the time they got through, the re- frigerator was in a wooden cabinet, and they’d built a whole structure around it, with two barbecue pits, and shelves for plates and cups, and a flagstone flooring for dancing, and a sloping roof set on pillars, for when it rains. “Most expensive darn present we ever got,’ they tell you. Near the steps to the barbecue, there are two little trees. A man named George Berthelon sent them to the Ladds when David was born. “It’s an old French cus- tom,” he explained. “The idea is that the child | will grow and flourish with the tree.’ a-settin" in the sun... Eventually, everyone got into bathing suits, and I found myself a chair in the good hot sun, and sank down and breathed the sweet air. Behind me, the mountains stretched, and the valley sprawled. Be- side me, Susie Ladd knitted on a pink wool dress. On the diving-board, Alan was practic- ing, and someone on a radio in the back- ground was playing a gay, foolish Danny Kaye record very softly. It was a lovely day. After supper, Lonnie and I went to look over our beds. We were sharing a double- decker, and she wanted to sleep on top. “But you never sleep on top,’ Susie said hopelessly. We settled it by letting her play on top for twenty minutes, and then she was willing to come down to sleep. She looked so angelic in her long white gown,’I had trouble remembering the demon child who’d been racing around on Jimmy a couple of hours earlier. As for me, I fell asleep so fast I’m still not sure what hit me. Fresh air is un- doubtedly fatal to city people in some cases. So the week-end wore away, to my re- gret, and Sunday came, and we drove into town. Susie was getting gayer by the minute. “We'll be seeing David soon—” And when I got to see David, I knew what she’d meant. He was the usual sort of baby, but people have a tendency to forget how appealing just plain baby-ness is. He was pink, and mostly bald, and very sweet-smelling, and when you held him in your arms, you got to feeling very mellow, and thinking about spring. Perhaps he wasn’t a usual sort of baby, Perhaps he was irregular as any- thing. All I know is he fits into the rest of the family fine, and that’s the best thing I can say for him. It’s a good bunch to get mixed up with. He loves her natural-looking Colla Clade te you can be @ beautiful blonde, too, when you use Nestle Lite... the revolutionary, new hair lightener with golden conditioning oil. This special patented formula oil actually makes hair softer and more lustrous as it lightens it...unlike other products which tend to leave hair dry and brittle. Delicately scented, easy and pleasant to use. 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The workless year over, Eagle-Lion of- fered her the lead in a picture called Re- peat Performance. Louis Hayward was to be her co-star; the film also had Richard Basehart, the young stage actor whod won the New York Drama Critics award for his playing in The Hasty Heart. It. sounded like heaven to Joan. “Tmagine,” she said to her family. “No more Pollyanna. In this, I’m a successful dramatic FEES married to a has- been playwright— “Imagine,” the family said, chuckling with pleasure. Every night Joan went home in a bliss- ful fog. She couldn’t even hear people through it. “Tf you’d only listen,” her mother ‘said once, plaintively, in the tone of a woman who has been talking to herself for half an hour, “here’s a letter that came—” “Thanks, ” Joan said. She. opened the letter absently, and then she yipped. “Mummy! The Junior Chamber of Com- merce—l’ve been chosen queen. of the convention—” “Why, Greer,” your voice, dear.” You can’t get big-headed in that house. invitation from "dem bums”. . . The Chamber of Commerce convention was at Long Beach, California, and the queen got a present from every state in the Union. A season’s ticket to Ebbets Field; a box for the Kentucky Derby; apples and snowshoes from Maine; silver dollars set in dice from Nevada; a bottle of water from Florida. The Florida delegates showed up coy- ered to the necks in raincoats, however. “Some gag,” said the queen. “Did you ever see a bluer sky?” The Florida group pulled its slickers even tighter. “In a minute,” the queen announced to the conference at large, “theyll open up those coats and let out their horrid Florida mosquitoes.” Florida was crushed. Some time afterward, the queen actually got a chance to use her Ebbets Field pass, because once Repeat Performance was fin- ished, Joan and her mother came to New York. They stayed at the Sherry-Nether- land, but not very much. First off, Joan had to see Happy Birth- day. Helen Hayes is next to cleanliness, with her. They thought Brigadoon was beautiful, too, and they had dinner with the Earl Mummy said. “Lower Wilsons at the Copacabana, and Joan and — Earl discussed the merits of the respective chorus girls with clinical detachment. “J think that one’s prettiest,” she’d say. He’d sneer. “That one? That one’s knock-kneed—” Mrs. Wilson, who tried to keep things on a higher plane, mentioned that she had a new Buick, which reminded Joan that she had a new Town and Country con-— vertible. “My first car, but I’ve been driving for a year and a half.” “You drive yourself?” Earl cried. “No chauffeur? That’s pretty middle class 2 “It’s all right,” Joan said. “I hire a lot of little boys to run after the car and yell. Footmen, you know.” “Well, that’s. different,” Wilson said. “For a minute, 1 was afraid you weren't our sort.” “Oh, I speak Frendh anal everything,” — Joan said smugly. Two days later, she and her mother were In a restaurant, and the headwaiter came over and said something innocent, like, “Bonjour, Mesdames—” “Oh, he speaks French, Joanie,” Mrs. Brodel. French.” said “Joanie, speak to him in Joanie claims that being told to speak ~ to anybody in French is like being told to be beautiful or intelligent. She compromised on “bonjour,” in a “vichysoisse”” or two, and an “au revoir,” and considered the evening a raging success. One of the New York evenings that was not a raging success was taken up by Joan’s first radio appearance. Scared wasn’t the word for her. And around a radio station, the performers act over- casual. They’re elaborately half-dead. “Just be natural,” they say, stifling their yawns with their elbows. Joan was set to be natural, but the huge clock kept ticking away in front of her, and when they said, “Fifteen seconds to go,’ her stomach <started ticking on its own. Bill Leonard boomed out: “This is New York—” and Joan’s tongue froze to her teeth. “You did fine,” they told her eventually, but she didn’t believe them. She felt all alone in an alien world un- til the kids caught up with her on the sidewalk outside the broadcasting studio. She signed the books tenderly. “Little do they know I’m a hopeless failure,” she was thinking. There was another time when Joan came out of a theater to find a whole border patrol of fans waiting for her. She signed gladly, and was about to take off in a cab, when a small girl piped up. “Miss Leslie, did you know Miss Rose- mary De Camp was in town?” (They're always quite formal.) : slipped MODERN SCREEN AU TOMA™ —— i | — a i=]

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- di’s,” said the small girl. -and Rosemary exchanged “Really?” Joan said. her.” “She’s right across the street, in Sar- “Why don’t you “‘T must phone stop in and say hello?” The upshot of it was that the small girl rushed across to Sardi’s, and led Rosemary De Camp out onto the pavement. Then she stood back with an air of having righted the universe, while Joan embarrassed pleasantries. The kids are amazing. There was the boy who came up to Joan and said, “You're gonna meet the mayor over at Loew’s State, ain’t you?” and caused Joan some astonishment. (Actually, she and Mayor O’Dwyer were going to Steeple- chase Park, in Coney Island, to sell the first tickets to a charity outing.) “How do you know?” she said. “I just found out myself five minutes ago—” “Oh, I delivered the message to your hotel,” he said. “I woik at Loew’s State.” She wanted to tell him not to fall down any open manholes while reading other people’s messages, but he was cute, so she resisted. What she couldn’t resist was shopping. There’s a store called Schwarz’ which has the most fabulous collection of toys in the United States, and Joan almost went mad trying to decide what to get Rusty, her sister Mary’s child. If in doubt about a cowboy suit or an Indian suit, why not get both, is the way her mind works. With herself, she wasn’t so generous. She did a bit of clothes shopping, but cautiously. Last time she came to town, ‘she bought two beautiful expensive suits that were absolutely no good in Califor- nia, and she resolved that this trip, she’d say no ten times before she said yes once. There was a Carnegie print, though— brilliant chartreuse, with blue and pink horses. She said no ten times very fast, and then one howling yes, as they wrapped the dress up. Speaking of clothes in -connection with that last New York visit, Joan had a funny experience at Lily Daché’s. It was about five years ago, and the Mark Twain pic- ture was being publicized. Warners, which had flooded the country with “leaping frog bean-bags,” decided that Joan should have a leaping frog hat. Lily Daché agreed to design one, and some time later, Joan went over to her establishment to pick it up. It was a magnificent hat. A pink sweep of. velvet, a huge, jeweled clip— “Only what has it got to do with a leap- ing frog?” Joan asked, troubled. The assistant smiled tolerantly. “Miss Daché gave the matter some thought. This hat is the lily pad!” Tads, pads, as long as you're healthy. Joan’s going to make an Eagle-Lion pic- ture called Northwest Stampede next, and that’s a joyful thought because it’s being - shot on the Prince of Wales’ ranch in Canada. The place has never been photo- graphed before, and it’s lousy with glorious scenery, and the picture has a white horse in it, and the whole thing is in Techni- color. After that comes a possible trip.to Lon- don (a J. Arthur Rank deal) and happiness is just a thing called Joan. — THE SINATRA SET (Continued from page 31) worked out in diamonds on it, and a legend, also in diamonds, which read: “I’m not ashamed of my love for this boy.” There are a lot of guys who feel that way. In a manner of speaking, these guys make up the Sinatra set, clique—whatever you want to call it. The fact is that Frank’s got a group of friends who would willingly take any rap for him, and he returns the compliment. S If you go back, to when Frank was beginning, you find Hank Sanacola. Hank worked in a music publishing com- pany, and this skinny young singer would come around and ask for copies of songs all the time. Hank liked the kid, and he’d bang out the songs on the piano, while the kid ran through them. He learned them so fast it was amazing. ; One day Frank showed up looking de- termined. “You want to lend me some money?” he said, coming to the point. “I want to get married.” Hank grinned. “Dear me, poor Nancy—” and took out his wallet. “What’s Hank’s is Frank’s, ’m afraid—” Hank Sanacola’s a music publisher him- self, now, and Frankie staked him at the start. “What's Frank’s is Hank’s, I’m afraid,” he said. “Remember?” In 1939, in Chicago, Frank was hired by Tommy Dorsey, and while he was with Dorsey, he met Bobby Burns, Axel Stor- dahl, Sammy Cahn and Julie Styne, all future members of the Sinatra set. Bobby was Tommy Dorsey’s manager at the time Frank went with the band, but after he got out of the army in 1941, he went to work for Frank. _ Axel was Tommy’s arranger. He’s now Frank’s arranger. _ Julie and Sammy Were a couple of song- ‘iters who used to hang around the : Yar Spee gee eee SL —§ Dorsey band, and when Frank was going out on his own, he approached them. “Write me some stuff, huh, fellas?” They wrote him some stuff then, and they’re still doing it, though Julie some- times wonders why. “I got a bad stomach,” he says. “Why don’t I retire?” There’s Manny Sacks, vice-president of Columbia Records, who signed Frank up when he left Dorsey, and who got Frank on the radio for CBS. There’s George Evans, Frank’s press agent, about whom everyone knows. There’s a man named Al Levy, who used to manage Frank, and among the movie people there’s Jimmy Durante, and Bill Goodwin, and Gene Kelly. And also, there’s Walter Winchell. At any given time, you can find a bunch of Sinatra’s pals sitting around playing cards and moaning softly, “Ooh, that crazy jerk, what’s he done now?” when Frank’s name comes up. But let any outsider breathe a slur, and there’s suddenly blood all over the floor. The outsider’s, that is. Frank is always traveling, and usually, a couple of the guys go with him. The ones who stay home alternate taking Nancy out to dinner, and keeping a close check on her and the kids’ health. Those trips of Frank’s, incidentally, are good for plenty of stories. One time, Frank was going from New York to Chicago with Bobby Burns and Julie Styne, and they were sitting in the dining-car over an after-dinner cigarette. The train was pausing briefly at the station in Harrisburg, Pa., when Frank got a scintillating idea. He called the waiter over. “Look,” he said, “when you close up here, how about fixing us a tray of food—you know, sand- wiches, olives, milk, gingerale—we’ll be _back in our car playing cards.” RE seer od BLONDES! 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Learn your good ~ “That reminds me,’ Bobby said. “We moved from one end of the train to the other before, and I left my coat back there.” “Me too,” Julie said. “Let’s go get ’em.” They decided they’d walk the length of - the train outside, instead of stepping over a million feet, and Frank watched inter- estedly from the window. They’d walked maybe half of one car’s length, when the train started to move. They stood there shivering for a couple of minutes, coatless, hatless and miserable. “Listen,’ Bobby said, “we gotta get an- other train—” Julie moaned. “I gotta get to a restaurant and get some warm milk for my stomach—” Bobby was too impatient. “Here’s a train just pulled in. Let’s hop it.” They hopped it, and were feeling a little more cheerful, when the. conductor came by. “Where’d you fellas aim to go?” he said. : “Chicago.” They beamed at him. He beamed right back. “You're on your way to St. Louis.” Julie clutched his stomach in a spasm of despair. Broadway beat... When Frank’s in New York, he covers the Broadway beat with Walter Winchell. They work up from the Bowery, stopping in every bar, restaurant and police station along the way. They never finish till six’ a.m., but they like it that way. The hours Sinatra is neither patroling nor working, you can usually find him in Toots Shor’s. Once Toots and Frankie went with Phil _ and Rags to visit President Roosevelt, and the President, who was a bow-tie devotee himself, broke the ice by grinning at Frankie’s neck-wear. “That’s a beauty,” he said admiringly. This was back in the middle of the meat shortage, and Toots, who’d been sizing up the President, felt called upon to make a speech. “Prez,” he said expansively, “stop in my joint, when youre in New York—I’ll see that you get a good steak!” Another time during the war, Frank got an invitation to the President’s inaugural ceremonies, and he and George Evans set out four days early, because of traveling conditions. Still, they never got to Wash- ington. They were bumped off planes about six times. bumps-a-daisy .. . “A couple more bumps, and I can go into burlesque,” Frank said, pathetically. And George got severely called down by a little man at one airport when he, George, happened to observe, “We’ve been here four hours. We have to get to Wash- ington—” “Youre squawking,” the little man said bitterly. “I been here two weeks. I gotta — get to Cincinnati.” . Shifting back to the subject of New York, though, Frank’s fondness for the place stems partly from the fact that he and his pals never know exactly what’s going to happen there.” When Gene Kelly was in the Navy, Frank was broadcasting from New York, and Gene had agreed to guest-star on the show one night. . Gene and Frank and Bobby Burns drove .- over to CBS, and there were seventeen cops on horseback, and a hundred other cops on foot, and a panting, surging mob all around the place. Kelly got a little pale. “Must have been an accident—” “Not yet,’ Bobby said. “But we can work one up, if we play our cards right—” Frank and Bobby were used to crowds by that time, and they snaked in the door. Rte Gene, who hadn’t learned how to duck in |____ the Navy, was trapped tk kids. “Lemme go, lemme g 1 the horse to step on you—” he shriek e Gene made it okay, but Bobby, who’s a natural worrier, lost another half pound. Bobby is with Frank almost constantly. They were together when both the small Sinatras were born, and Bobby had to be a pillar of strength. The way it happened the first time, Big Nancy was in the hospital in Jersey wait-— ing patiently, and Frank and Bobby (who were with Dorsey then) had a late re- hearsal. Nothing was supposed to happen that night, so the boys worked till four or so. Then they made their way to their hotel (Frank’s house in Jersey seemed so empty without Nancy that they hadn't felt like staying there) and they literally fell into the lovely clean hotel beds. : At about eight-thirty, Bobby heard a horrible ringing in his ears. He lay there pondering. “Phone,” he said to himself. Then he heard Frank saying, “Yup, yup, yup—” and then there was the sound of the phone being put down. | : Bobby turned over, cursing happily. I'm a father, hey... Three minutes later, Frank burst in with the biggest double-take in history plastered all over his face. “Hey, kid,” he eried, “did you hear that? I’m a father. Give me a blazor rade, and I’ll save myshelf—” When the second baby was born, Frank was in Hollywood, and Nancy was in New York, and once again, Frank was notified by phone at his hotel. George Evans was calling from the hospital. “You’re a father again,” he said. “This one’s a boy.” Sinatra showed up at his rehearsal that night with a cigar stuck in his face, and triumph written all over his shoulder pads. “Treat me gently, fellas,” he said. “Treat me with respect—” “You got a case,” said Bobby sadly. “Son, you got a case.” “And nothing to put in it, either,” Julie Styne chimed in with relish. “Ever since he sold that violin—” “T got it stuffed with lousy memories,” Frankie told them. “All about my low- class friends—” ; “Sweetheart,” said Julie tenderly, “for you, I’d even give up my ulcers.” The kid has got some real fine pals, and he knows it. | SAW IT HAPPEN | During the war I served with the Ninth Air Forces overseas and while we were in Eng- land Bob Hope came to entertain us. We all crowded around the im- provised platform as the hour for his entertainment drew near. Some of the crew had not yet arrived and I happened to be standing quite close to Bob as we waited. Finally, we saw a jeep careen- ing down the road, hitting the bumps and almost knocking down several of the boys. The driver yelled, “Look out, we haven't any brakes.” We all jumped out of the way, and the jeep stopped within an inch of Bob and the platform. “Whew, boys,” Bob flashed. “That's a heck of a way to get into the act.” The tension was relieved and we | | were all laughing as we settled down | to enjoy the show. es : ae Bill Toles Colorado

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In any event, I collected a pleasing amount of lipstick that night, sitting with June in my car under a street lamp, oblivious of the passersby. And I went home knowing where I was going. After August 19th, 1945, there was no doubt about it. It took us Powells quite a while to get settled in a family home out in Brentwood. We spent about a year fixing up the house, which was not a lean-to when we started. We planned everything carefully from the beginning, which is the way to do things. It gives you such satisfaction, particularly when you realize, after the work is all done, and the bills have stopped coming in, that the place is too darned small, be- cause some day you are going to multiply into a larger family. It is my opinion that the only good hus- band is a neat husband, and June follows me around all the time to prove it. How- ever, I notice that although she can tell like a bird dog where I have dropped some- thing, she can’t find her glasses. Now we have this new house on Avenue Copa de Ora in Bel Air where we can pick up after each other, and two fine people named Taru and Tak Watanabi can pick up after both of us. Taru and Tak are quite happy, I think. Taru spent consider- able time in a Japanese concentration camp during the war, and Tak was on General MacArthur’s staff. Their Ameri- can names are June and Dick, but we all got together on a change. Otherwise, the confusion would have been considerable. - wall-pusher Powell... . But as'I was saying, we are fixing up the new house. Now, I know that I‘m quite a husband, after all. I never get nasty, for example, when my friend, Jimmy Cagney, makes cracks to June about my being a wall-pusher. It’s my idea that if you don’t like a wall in a certain place you move it over a few feet. This provides a certain feeling that the house is really yours no matter who lived in it before. It also pre- vents you from bumping into filled in space at night and breaking your big toe. However, when a friend starts giving you the business about being a wall-push- er, and your wife complains that you are chopping down every tree on the place, you sometimes wonder whether it’s worth it. A few minutes ago, I was in the garden. June went to work on me as follows: “Dick, you have chopped down those trees on the south side. Now we are ex- posed to our neighbors and vice versa.” “But June,” I retorted, “we can now see Catalina bay on a clear day. Further- more, if I don’t forget to pull my shades at ee the WEIEBESI won't be able to notice how long the studio has made me let the hair on the back of my neck grow for my cowboy role in Stations West.” _ She said, “When are you leaving for location?” “Tomorrow night at seven o’clock,” “Darling,” she said, trying to reach up and kiss me on the beak and hitting my chin, “I am going to miss you terribly, but think how many trees we'll save.” ~ raising the roof... So we strolled around to the north side of the house. I pointed out that the vines had been allowed to grow under the eaves, and that in a little while, the eaves would fall off. Not only that, but the same vines had grown up under the shingles. If some- thing weren’t done we would lose a roof, and stare up nightly at the stars. “Why, Richard,” Mrs. Powell said, “what ~ a perfectly romantic idea. Not only that, but if you chop these, vines down I am not going to move in.’ I had an answer for that, and the scars where I bit my tongue prove it. As everyone knows in Hollywood, and in Hollywood everybody knows, it is a mis— take for a husband to tell his wife any- thing about her work. She resents this no end, and if such a thing goes on the hus- band discovers that his coffee is tasting bitter. A little later he is put under the. ground without benefit of an autopsy. To illustrate, awhile back I noticed that when June sang, she had the habit of sticking out her elbows, and swinging her arms like a blues singer under a spotlight in a society café. After watching her do this in a couple of movies, I told her dis- creetly that it looked like the devil. She said, “Indeed it does.” Now she doesn’t swing her arms when she sings, and she looks like an angel. So, a little later, after watching me in a couple of my operas, she said, “You know, sometimes you act too facetious, as though you don’t mean what you're doing.” I said, “Now look here, June, you run your business and I’ll run mine. Where did you, and so on, get the idea et cetera?” She was abashed. After that, I looked out for the business of being too facetious. : Things like this have led me to stop moving walls and tearing out trees. All the walls have been moved anyway, and the trees are just the way I want them—almost. Like the other day, June took a look at the door to my dressing room. “How perfectly. beautiful that natural pine is,” ‘she exclaimed. “When did you get the new door?” “Tt’s the same old door,” I replied. 7, — took off that heavy coat of paint. ; “Why, Richard,” she chortled,. “ ow amazingly clever of you.’ A man appreciates a reaction like at Still, when I try to talk to her about the two trees that still ought to come off the grounds of our new place, she is com- pletely unreasonable. After a brief argu- ment on this subject the other day, I told her about a letter I’d read in a magazine A woman wrote to the editor as follows: “Frankly, I think it’s too late to do any- thing with the male race.” “Sure,” Mrs. Powell replied. “I see what you mean. Women might as well let men do what they please, because there’s no curing them.” ea | Then she left another bright splotch of | lipstick on my profile. Ba ; Just as frankly, I ens it’s t

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124 SONG OF LOVE Katharine Hepbum and Paul Henreid play the leading roles in as warm and shining a love story as you've seen in years. Robert Walker makes it a triangle, but not in the least the kind that the word implies. The music is Schumann, mixed with some Brahms and Liszt, and is superb. Robert Schumann (Paul Henreid) is a genius, but, as frequently happens to geniuses, the world doesn't realize it until after he is dead. When he wants to marry Clara Wiecke (Katharine Hepburn), her father forbids it and calls him a failure. Clara, herself, is a brilliant concert pianist with a great future before her. But she chooses to give up her career, marry Schumann in defiance of her parents, and become simply a wife and mother. He gets a meagre job as a music teacher, and between them they produce seven children. Then a “playing guest” joins the house- hold. He is Johannes Brahms (Robert Walker ) and he’s there to study music. Ait least, theoretically, he’s there for study. Actually, he spends most of his time taking care of the seven children, washing dishes and help- ing Clara in any way he can. It is perhaps inevitable that he should fall in love with Clara. Her gaiety, her competence, her courage, her beauty—she is aliogether a magnificent woman. But Johannes worships Schumann as a_man, as well as an artist. When his love becomes too much for him to conceal, he finally leaves the house- hold. Schumann is He has violent headaches, and when he plays, a sinister off-key A sounds shrilly in his ears. Clara gradually realizes his condition, but there is little to be done about it. In those days insanity, its cause and cure, were as much a secret as black magic. changing now. I don't know whether you'll consider the ending of Song of Love a happy one or not. But it has a ring of true sincerity.— M-G-M BLACK NARCISSUS Deborah Kerr plays a nun in the Techni- color Black Narcissus, which is quite a switch from her role in The Hucksters. 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Sister Ruth (Kathleen Byron), always emo- tionally unstable, falls in love with Dean although he gives her no encouragement. Even serene, beautiful Sister Clodagh begins to dream of the man she loved back in Ire- land before she entered the Sisterhood. All the Sisters act peculiarly by the time they have been in the palace a few months. Practical Sister Philippa (Flora Robson) sud- denly plants the whole garden in flowers instead of the vegetables they had counted on. Sister Honey lets her love for children betray her into treating a very sick baby, which dies. The natives blame the Sisters and refuse to come there any more. The General has sent his young son (Sabu ) to the convent to school, but the boy runs away with a pretty native girl, Kanchi (Jean Simmons). Events move swiftly then to a climax, which solves nothing.—Univ. itt It's in a former palace,’ Song of the Thin Man: It's murder with music for Powell & Loy—provided by Keenon Wynn. SONG OF THE THIN MAN The Thin Man’s song turns out to be jive, on the beat, reet, and ready to fly. Nick Charles (William Powell) and his lovely Nora (Myrna Loy) are, as usual, in- volved in murder. It happens to be the murder of a band leader named Drake (Philip Reed) which sets them down among a crowd of hepsters set to take off. It’s Nora, who is responsible for the whole thing, really. She persuades’ Nick to take her to a charity dance on board the gambling ship of Phil Brant (Bruce Cowling). They meet an old friend there, Janet Thayer (Jayne Meadows). It seems that Janet is going to marry Brant, although the idea throws her father (Ralph Morgan) into an eighteen- carat wing-ding. On the bandstand, things are happening, too. Fran (Gloria Grahame), the singer, is in love with the band leader. For him. she has given a fast brush to young Buddy Hollis (Don Taylor), top reed player in the band. Buddy has blown his top and is ready to send Drake right out of this world— and I don’t mean with music. 5 Drake is shot and Buddy disappears, No one knows whether he did the murder or not. Since Brant is also a suspect, Janet Thayer asks Nick to take over. His first move is to get Brant clapped into jail— for Brant’s own safety, actually, although both Brant and Janet fail to appreciate his motives. Next, Nick and Nora persuade Clinker (Keenan Wynn), another member of the band, to take them on a round of the jam sessions in search of Buddy. .They dont find him, but they emerge with Nora talk- ing in terms of hot licks, pump men, bakes and squares. When Fran is found murdered, Nick de- cides to follow a clue to Poughkeepsie. Nora insists on going along. When they get back they find that little Nick Jr. (Dean Stockwell) has disappeared, presumably kidnapped by a gangster named Amboy (William Bishop), who is also involved in the case. 4 Nick adds two and two and gets an even dozen, solving the whole thing with a flick of the wrist. P.S. Asta is still around— my favorite screen actor—M-G-M Black Narcissus: Convents are quiet places— usually. But Deborah Kerr's peace is disrupted by natives Jean Simmons and David Farrar.

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