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IVE  AND  RITA  HAYWORTH:  The  Story  of  a  Daring  Fight  for  Freedom 

Invite  Romance  with  a  Skin  that's  Lovely! 
90  on  the  CAMAY  MILD-SOAP  DIET! 

This  thrilling  idea  is  based 
on  the  advice  of  skin  specialists- 
praised  by  charming  brides! 

HAVE  YOU  ever  heard  a  man  say  of 
another  woman— "Her  skin  is 
lovely"— and  wondered  what  he  was 
thinking  of  yours?  Wonder  no  longer 
—be  sure  your  skin  invites  romance! 
Go  on  the  Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet! 

Let  this  exciting  beauty  treatment 
help  bring  out  all  the  real,  hidden  love- 
liness of  your  skin.  For,  without  know- 
ing it,  you  may  be  cleansing  your  skin 
improperly ...  or  using  a  beauty  soap 
that  isn't  mild  enough. 

Mrs.  Thorsen's  skin  is  wonderful 
proof  of  what  proper  care  can  do.  "Not 
a  morning  .  .  .  not  a  night  would  I  let 
go  by  without  following  my  Mild-Soap 
Diet  routine,"  she  says. 

Tests  prove  Camay  milder! 

Skin  specialists  advise  regular  cleans- 
ing with  a  fine,  mild  soap.  And  Camay 
is  milder  than  dozens  of  other  popular 
beauty  soaps  tested.  Start  today  on  the 
Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet! 

For  30  days  use  Camay  faithfully 
night  and  morning.  From  the  very  first 
treatment,  your  skin  will  feel  fresher- 
more  alive.  And  in  a  few  short  weeks 
greater  loveliness  may  be  your  reward. 



This  lovely  bride,  Mrs.  Robert  M.  1  1. "i 
sen,  of  Evanston,  111.,  says:  "I've  found 
the  Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet  to  be  a  beauty 
treatment  that  really  works  for  greater 
loveliness.  I'm  so  pleased  with  what  it  has 
done  for  my  complexion!" 

Get  three  cakes  of  Camay  today  I  Start  the 
Mild-Soap  Diet  tonight.  Work  Camay's  lather 
over  your  skin,  paying  special  attention  to  nose, 
base  of  nostrils  and  chin.  Rinse  with  warm  water 
and  follow  with  30  seconds  of  cold  splashings. 

In  the  morning,  one  more  quick  session  with 
Camay  and  your  face  is  ready  for  make-up.  Do 
this  twice  a  day  for  30  days.  Don"*!  neglect  it  even 
once.  For  it's  the  regular  cleansing  that  reveals 
the  full  benefit  of  Camay's  greater  mildness. 




that ...  and  fou,  Darling . . 

THIS  was  the  beautiful  hour  of  triumph 
for  a  woman  who  took  from  life  a 
"double  brush-off,"  as  Broadway  puts  it 
— and  came  back. 

Through  the  warm  dark  she  could  see 
her  name  glowing  in  lights  ...  a  rising  star 
at  27.  Holding  her  close  was  the  man  she 
loved  and  was  going  to  marry. 

""Darling,  darling,"  she  whispered,  '"It's 
all  too  wonderful  to  be  believed!  Just 
think,  Jim,  only  a  year  ago  I  was  broke 
and  unknown".  .  .  and  patting  his  arm, 
"and  unloved,  too." 

She  never  spared  herself  the  truth.  Only 
a  year  ago  Smedley,  the  producer  who  was 
starring  her  now,  left  orders  that  she  was 
not  to  be  admitted  to  his  offices  again, 
"Sure,  she  may  have  talent  .  .  .  but  she's 
got  something  else,  too!"  he  said  flatly. 

And  Jim  who  now  held  her  so  tenderly 
had  once  publicly  declared,  after  dancing 
with  her,  that  she  was  simply  impossible. 
And,  like  Smedley,  he  explained  why. 

Luckily  the  shocking  truth  got  back  to 
her — and  she  did  something  about  it.  *  Later 
she  actually  forced  herself  into  Smedley's 
office  and  read  the  part  so  beautifully  that 
she  got  it.  Then  she  trapped  Jim  into  a 
date  which  showed  him  that  his  first  esti- 
mate of  her  was  wrong  .  .  .  that  she  could 
be  completely  desirable. 

Two  Strikes  Against  You 

Sometimes  fate  hangs  on  the  thinnest 
of  threads.  Habits  and  personality  are 
weighed  against  ability. 

Make  up  your  mind  to  one  thing,  how- 
ever: if  you  have  halitosis  (bad  breath)* 
your  good  points  can  be  lost  sight  of 
before  this  bad  one.  And,  unfortunately, 
if  you  are  found  guilty  only  once,  you  may 
be  under  suspicion  always. 

Any  one — you  included — might  have 
halitosis  at  this  very  moment  without  real- 
izing it.  So  you  may  offend  needlessly. 

Since  you  do  not  know,  isn't  it  just 
common  sense  to  be  always  on  guard.' 

Why  not  let  Listerine  Antiseptic  look  after 
your  breath.'  Why  not  get  in  the  habit  of 
using  this  amazing  antiseptic  every  night 
and  morning  and  between  business  and 
social  appointments  at  which  you  wish  to 
appear  at  your  best? 

Be  At  Your  Best 

Fortunately  for  you,  while  sometimes 
systemic,  most  cases  of  bad  breath,  accord- 
ing to  some  authorities,  are  simply  due  to 
bacterial  fermentation  of  tiny  food  par- 
ticles in  the  mouth.  Listerine  quickly  halts 
such  fermentation  and  overcomes  the 
odors  which  it  causes.  Your  breath  becomes 
sweeter,  fresher,  purer,  less  likely  to  offend. 

Always  bear  in  mind  that  people  who 
get  places  and  go  places  after  they  get 
there  are  usually  the  ones  who  are  careful 
about  such  things  as  their  breath.  Lambert 
Pharmacal  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Wo. 

LISTERINE  ANTISEPTIC  for  oral  hygiene 


>liinr8  forth  from  a  pro<l«cl  just  as  it 
Iocs  from  a  man.  Voii  will  fiiiil  it  in 


JULY.  1942 






Published  In 
this  space 
eyery  month 

Call  US  Nostradamus,  Jr.  At  any  rate 
we're  following  in  the  footsteps  of  the 
eminent  foreteller. 

We  are  about  to  prophesy  that  the  Jan 
Struther  novel,  "Mrs.  Miniver"  will  be 
the  First  Lady  of  the  Screen  for  '42. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

We  have  our  paw  on  the  pulse  of  the 
public  when  we  make  our  startling  pre- 
diction. We  saw  William  Wyler's  pro- 
duction of  "Mrs.  Miniver"  in  a  Holly- 
wood preview. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Let  us  tell  you  about  that  preview. 

★  ★  ★  ★ 
Prepared  for  the  screen  by  producer  Sid- 
ney Franklin,  who  had  had  an  editorial 
hand  in"Goodbye  Mr.  Chips",  there  was 
reason  to  believe  that  "Mrs.  Miniver" 
was  an  equally  creditable  picture. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

But  it  was  not  certain  what  the  public 
would  say. 

.  ★     ★     ★  ★ 
It  was  evident  that  William  Wyler,  one 
of  the  really  great  directors,  had  done 
his  finest  job  . . . 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

That  Greer  Carson  as  Mrs.  Miniver 
had  been  perfection  itself . . . 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

And  that  Walter  Pidgeon  as  Clem  had 
been  dream-like  casting  . .  . 

It  was  said  that  no  finer  supporting  cast 
had  ever  been  assembled  than  Teresa 
Wright,  Dame  May  Whitty,  Reginald 
Owen,  Henry  Travers,  Richard  Ney, 
Tom  Conway,  Henry  Wilcoxon. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Still,  there  was  a  lot  to  be  learned  from 
the  first  public  reaction  to  this  most 
unusual  type  of  film  about  a  peaceful 
little  life  caught  in  the  maelstrom  of 
the  moment. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 
Imagine  the  excitement!  Only  once  be- 
fore— it  was  the  preview  of  "Big  Parade" 
—  had  there  been  such  a  tremendous 
public  demonstration  in  favor  of  a  film. 

.  ★     ★     ★  ★ 
"Mrs.  Miniver"  had  joined  the  big 
parade  of  the  screen's  noblest. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

Now  it's  true  we  haven't  told  you  about 
the  story.  Perhaps  we  should  have  done 
it,  because  our  purpose  is  to  arouse 
your  interest. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 
Sounds  selfish,  doesn't  it? 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

But  when  you  see  "Mrs.  Miniver"  you'll 
remember  whom  to  thank  for  the  tip — 

JULY  1942 

VOL.  21.  NO.  2 


Editorial  Director 

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Km  n  Eli  m  cx)  ni. 


Executive  Editor 
MARIAN  H.  QUINN,    Assistant  Editor 



Love — and  Rita  Hayworth  Susanah  Parker  26 

The  story  of  a  daring  fight  for  freedom 

The  Strange  Case  of  Lew  Ayres   Adele  Whitely  Fletcher  29 

"You  Alone  .  .  ."   Adela  Rogers  St.  Johns  30 

A  story  that  will  stir  you  Into  making  an  important  decision 

Should  a  Man  Marry  before  Going  to  War?         Rilla  Page  Palmborg  34 

What  these  six  stars  say  may  change  your  wedding  picture 

The  Skelton  in  Hollywood's  Closet  Sally  Jefferson  38 

Just  for  fun:  Taking  up  Red — and  his  Edna 

Play  Truth  and  Consequences  with  Irene  Dunne  Kay  Proctor  41 

One  of  Hollywood's  most  reticent  stars  has  to  tolk  up  or  pay  a  penalty 

Highroad  to  Hollywood  Dixie  Willson  42 

You  yourself  could  be  Julie  Burns,  could  hove  this  very  thing  happen  to  you 

Round-Up  of  Pace  Setters   Sara  Hamilton  46 

Pointers  on  people  Hollywood's  pointing  to  with  pride 

Danger — Popularity  Ahead!  Helen  Louise  Walker  48 

Four  girls  in  the  know  say  something  you  should  hear 

Personal  Conquest  Ruth  Waterbury  52 

The  life  story  of  Joan  Fontaine,  one  of  Hollywood's  most  surprising  women 

Mrs.  Miniver  Fiction  version  by  Madeline  Thompson  54 

Advance  enjoyment  of  a  film  of  the  year,  based  on  the  smash  best  seller 

The  Truth  about  Co-Stars  "Fearless"  56 

Good-by  to  Marriage,  Hello  to  Romance  John  Burton  65 

Rounding  up  the  new  exciting  whispers  about  Ann  Sothern  and  Bob  Sterling 

The  Love  Dilemma  of  Jean  Gabin  Leon  Surmelian  66 

Color  Portraits  of 
These  Popular  Stars: 

Laraine  Day   33 

Tyrone  Power   36 

Victor  Mature   36 

John  Wayne   37 


Cesar  Romero   37 

Irene  Dunne   40 

Kit  Stuff   45 


George   Raft   50 

Linda  Darnell   51 

Close  Ups  and  Long  Shots — 

Ruth  Waterbury  


The  Shadow  Stage  


Inside  Stuff— Cal  York  


Speak  for  Yourself  


Brief  Reviews  



Surprise,  Surprise! — Marian 

H.  Quinn   58 

Date-Raters  in  Summer  Style  59 
Photoplay-Movie  Mirror's  New 

Fashion  Clinic — Evelyn  Koye  62 
What's  In  a  Name?  69 

20    Sh  Sh!  Subjects   98 

Casts  of  Current  Pictures  102 

COVER:  Judy  Garland,  Notural  Color  Photograph  by  Paul  Hesse 
EDMUND   DAVENPORT.    Art  Director 

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a  gun  ! 

LADD ...  the 

new  screen  thunderbolt! 

Veronica  Lake 
Robert  Preston 



A  Paramount  Picture  with 


Directed  by  FRANK  TUTTLE 
Screen  Play  by  Albert  Maltz  and  W.  R.  Burnett 
Based  on  the  Novel  by  Graham  Greene 


JULY.  1942  3 


THEY  claim,  around  Hollywood, 
that  it  was  Abbott  and  Costello 
who  invented  the  slogan,  "Keep 
'Em  Laughing"  but  the  whole  town 
has  adopted  that  phrase  now  .  .  .  and 
a  mighty  sharp  idea  that  is,  too  .  .  . 
for  creating  laughter  is  distinctly 
Hollywood's  dish  .  .  .  and  behind  the 
scenes  in  movie  town,  full  many  a 
thing  is  going  on  right  now  that  is 
both  wacky  and  wonderful.  .  .  . 

For  instance  .  .  .  eveiy  day  finds 
more  young  leading  men  gone  .  .  .  now 
Ty  Power  is  in  the  Navy  and  Ronnie 
Reagan,  right  on  the  threshold  of  his 
most  brilliant  career  after  his  wonder- 
ful work  in  "Kings  Row,"  has  been 
called  to  fill  his  cavalry  reserve  officer 
post  ...  so  the  "older"  lovers  and 
the  very  young  are  being  depended 
upon  more  than  ever.  .  .  . 

Thus  Twentieth  Century-Fox  is 
trying  to  cash  in  right  away  on  the 
grooming  it  has  been  giving  for  more 
than  a  year  to  Jean  .Gabin,  who  is 
not  young  .  .  .  and  thus  it  was  that 
after  the  preview  of  "Moontide," 
Cabin's  first  American  movie,  one  fa- 
mous reviewer  turned  to  another  and 
said,  "Cabin's  so  good  Charles  Boy- 
er's  toupee  is  turning  grey  with  envy" 
.  .  .  typical  Hollywood  humor,  that.  .  .  . 

Age  is  getting  an  inning,  too,  in  the 
case  of  Monty  Woolley  .  .  .  "The  Man 
Who  Came  To  Dinner"  wasn't  quite 

the  riot  at  the  box  office  it  was  sup- 
posed to  be,  but  Woolley  was  .  .  .  the 
result  is  that  he  has  more  than  a 
quarter  of  a  million  dollars'  worth  of 
contracts  waiting  for  him  that  he  could 
take  advantage  of  if  he  could  only  be 
in  two  places  at  once  .  .  .  for  Broad- 
way wants  him  for  two  plays  and  a 
musical  and  Hollywood  wants  him  for 
four  more  films  ...  so  right  now  he's 
settled  upon  doing  "Pied  Piper"  at 
Twentieth  .  .  .  but  the  interesting  part 
of  it  all  is  that  Woolley,  beard  and 
acting  ability  exactly  as  good  as  it  is 
today,  called  round  at  every  movie 
studio  some  four  years  ago  ...  he 
was  regarded  merely  as  "a  beard" 
then,  not  "the  Beard"  and  while  he 
played  an  occasional  ambassador  or 
some  similar  bit  role,  he  never  got  a 
chance  at  a  good  part  until  the  acid- 
etched  role  of  Sheridan  Whiteside  put 
him  across  .  .  .  which  merely  puts 
his  story  in  that  crowded  file  of  other 
good  actors  who  are  ignored  simply 
because  they  have  never  been  prop- 
erly cast.  .  .  . 

It's  typical  Hollywood  politics  that 
is  booming  the  career  of  Philip  Dorn, 
who  has  been  allowed  to  languish  too 
long  since  his  outstanding  hit  in 
"Escape"  ...  a  brilliant  actor,  Dorn 
was  unhappy  but  uncomplaining  when 
he  was  wasted  on  a  tiny  bit  in  "Tar- 
zan's  Secret  Treasure"  and  his  sin- 

cerity and  artistic  conscience  were 
revealed  in  the  fine  performance  he 
lavished  on  that  silly  role  .  .  .  but  the 
turning  of  the  tide  of  fortune  came 
when  Warners  tried  to  borrow  him 
from  M-C-M  for  two  different  pic- 
tures .  .  .  result?  .  .  .  Metro's  got  him 
cast  in  five  fine  ones  now.  .  .  . 

Also  typical  of  this  zany  town  is  the 
fact  that  Metro  could  successfully  kill 
Laraine  Day  from  the  Kildare  pictures 
.  .  .  in  fact  the  Kildare  film  in  which 
the  Doctor  had  a  new  romance  turned 
out  to  be  the  most  successful  .  .  .  but 
they  don't  dare  kill  Ann  Rutherford 
out  of  the  Hardy  series  .  .  .  and  that 
presents  a  nice  problem  .  .  .  for  Twen- 
tieth Century-Fox  has  put  little  Ann 
under  contract  ...  so  she'll  have  to 
be  bori-owed  back  on  her  original  lot 
at  a  highly  advanced  salary  .  .  .  and 
what  that  actually  proves  to  the  wise 
Hollywood  insider  is  that  Ann  is  more 
popular  with  the  public  than  Laraine 
Day  is.  .  .  . 

AND  then,  by  way  of  contrast,  there 
are  two  such  varied  careers  as 
those  of  Maureen  OSullivan  and 
Katharine  Hepburn,  both  touched  by 
today "s  conditions.  .  .  . 

After  being  tagged  a  flop  and  then 
getting  into  "The  Philadelphia  Story" 
and  making  that  such  a  terrific  stage 
and  screen   {Continued  on  page  23) 


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JULY,  1942 


A  reliable  guide  to  recent  pictures.    One  check  nneans  good;  two  checks,  outstanding 

Unforgettable  performances,  unforgettable 
film:  Ida  Lupino  and  Jean  Gabin  in  "Moontide" 

Fire,  humor,  pathos:  Spencer  Tracy,  Hedy 
Lamarr,  John  Garfield  in  "Tortilla  Flat" 

Moontide  (20th  Century-Fox) 

It's  About:  T/ie  regeneration  of  a 
wanderer  and  waif  through  love. 

SEE  Gabin!  It's  the  watchword  of 
the  month  and  one  that  will  echo 
right  down  through  the  months  to  the 
day  the  Academy  Award  is  due  again. 
If  that  day  doesn't  find  a  tousleheaded 
Frenchman  accepting,  with  a  very, 
very  slight  accent,  a  coveted  Oscar, 
then  some  powerful  performances  will 
have  to  come  out  of  Hollywood  in  the 

We  think  this  is  the  equal  of,  if  not 
better  than  Monsieur  Cabin's  French 
pictures.  As  a  gusty  wanderer  among 
the  world's  waterfronts  who  finally 
finds,  to  his  astonishment,  that  he 
wants  to  settle  down  with  the  for- 
saken little  waif,  Ida  Lupino,  whom 
he  has  rescued  from  drowning,  Gabin 
gives  an  unforgettable  performance. 
Ida  Lupino  is  the  one  and  right  choice 
as  the  girl  and  she  rises  to  every 
demand  of  the  character. 

Thomas  Mitchell,  the  evil  barnacle 
who  clings  to  Gabin,  and  Claude  Rains, 
the  philosopher,  are  very  good.  They 
are  more  than  that  actually.  Both  fit 
their  roles  like  gloves.  Or  is  it  vice 

Your  Reviewer 
the  month. 

Says:  The  sensation  of 

The  Best  Pictures  of  the  Month 


My  Gal  Sal 

Tortilla  Flat 

Take  A  Letter,  Darling 

Best  Performances 

Jean  Gabin  in  "Moontide" 

Ida  Lupino  in  "Moontide" 

Victor  Mature  in  "My  Gal  Sal" 

Rita  Hayworth  in  "My  Gal  Sal" 

Robert  Cummings  in  "Saboteur" 

Spencer  Tracy  in  "Tortilla  Flat" 

Hedy  Lamarr  In  "Tortilla  Flat" 

John  Garfield  In  "Tortilla  Flat" 

Frank  Morgan  in  "Tortilla  Flat" 

Fred  MacMurray  in  "Take  A  Letter, 

Rosalind  Russell  in  "Take  A  Letter, 

Tortilla  Flat  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  Li/e  and  love  in  old  Mon- 

HERE  is  a  good  picture.  You'll  like 
it  because:  1,  It  has  four  wonder- 
fully drawn  characterizations  in  Spen- 
cer Tracy  as  a  no-good  loafer;  Hedy 
Lamarr,  a  Portuguese  girl  with  matri- 
monial ideas;  John  Garfield  as  her 
subdued  love;  and  Frank  Morgan  as 
the  village  miser. 

You'll  like  it  because:  2,  It  never 
goes  overboard  in  theme  or  text:  3,  It 
has  fire,  humor,  drama  and  pathos. 

Miss  Lamarr  has  never  given  a  bet- 
ter performance.  The  scheming,  con- 
niving no-good  loafer  lives  and 
breathes  on  the  screen  under  Tracy's 
underplaying  touch.  It's  Tracy's  best 
performance  in  a  long  time.  Garfield 
is  the  most  believable  hot-tempered 
Danny  you  can  imagine  and,  to  our 
surprise,  the  usually  befuddled  Mor- 
gan brings  a  spiritual  authenticity  to 
his  role  of  the  village  recluse  who 
gives  his  all  for  his  love  for  dogs. 

There  are  so  many  beautiful,  so 
many  humorous,  so  many  ever>'day 
things  about  "Tortilla  Flat"  one  can't 
help  but  take  it  to  one's  heart. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  All  good  things 
rolled  into  one  package. 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  ii'ith  movie  mibror 

First  impressions  are  lasting! 
Always  guard  charm  with  Mum 

My  Gal  Sal 
(20th  Cen+ury-Fox) 

It's  About:  T/ie  Ji/e  story  oj  a  young 
American  song  writer. 

FOR  the  first  time  on  the  screen 
Victor  Mature  proves  himself  an 
actor — an  actor  so  good  he  actually 
becomes  the  man  he  portrays:  Paul 
Dresser,  the  young  song  writer  from 
Indiana  who  set  Dad  and  Mother  to 
singing  "My  Gal  Sal"  and  "On  The' 
Banks  Of  The  Wabash,"  tunes  that 
are  just  as  catchy  now  as  they  were 
in  the  gay  days. 

From  his  home  on  the  farm,  Vic 
flees  a  tyrannical  father,  takes  up  with 
a  crooked  medicine  man,  gets  himself 
tarred  and  feathei-ed,  joins  another 
traveling  show,  is  seen  by  the  New 
York  stage  star,  Rita  Hayworth,  who 
laughs  at  his  hickish  behavior. 

Infuriated,  Vic  sets  out  to  show 
Miss  Smarty  a  few  things.  He  does. 
In  New  York  he  finds  Rita  using  one 
of  his  songs  in  her  show  and  from 
then  on,  Vic,  as  Dresser,  composes  one 
hit  after  another  and  finally — but 
that's  for  your  delectable  enjoyment. 

Rita  is  beautiful  and  performs  de- 
lightfully. Carole  Landis  is  very  good 
as  the  show  girl  who  befriends  him, 
John  Sutton  very  handsome  as  the 
producer  and  Jimmy  Gleason  excel- 
lent as  the  music  publisher.  But  Vic- 
tor steals  most  of  the  honors. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  It  will  linger  in 
the  memory. 

Take  A  Le+fer,  Darling 

It's  About:  A  male  secretary  who  sub- 
dues his  woman  boss  with  love. 

CUTER  than  Christmas,  gayer  than 
New  Year's,  peppier  than  July 
Fourth  is  this  entertaining  two-edged 
sword  that  cuts  the  gloom  (pardon  the 
mixed  metaphors)  and  lets  the  sun- 
shine into  your  heart. 

Rosalind  Russell  is  a  "hard-berled" 
woman  advertiser  who  hires  Fred 
MacMurray  as  an  escort-secretary. 
Only  1-o-v-e  hits  our  Rosalind  in  the 
midst  of  a  campaign  and  when  Fred 
ogles  the  blonde  charmer  that  controls 
the  product  that  wants  advertising, 
Rosalind  melts  and  jealously  runs  into 
the  arms  of  the  blonde's  brother,  Mac- 
Donald  Carey. 

It  turns  out  well,  though,  with 
snappy  dialogue  leaping  like  candle 
flames  from  the  screen. 

Constance  Moore  is  lovely  as  the 
blonde.  Robert  Benchley  is  seen  here 
and  there  as  Rosalind's  partner. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Take  a  bow, 

(Continued  on  page  99) 

WHO  KNOWS  when  a  chance  meeting 
—  an  unexpected  introduction— will 
bring  you  face  to  face  with  romance.  Are 
you  ready  to  meet  it— sure  of  your  dainti- 
ness—certain of  your  charm- certain  that 
you're  safe  from  underarm  odor? 

Millions  of  women  rely  on  Mum.  They 
trust  Mum  because  it  instantly  prevents  un- 
derarm odor  — because  it  so  dependably 
safeguards  charm  all  day  or  ail  evening. 

After  every  both,  and  before  dates,  use 
Mum!  Then  you're  sure  underarm  odor  won't 
spoil  your  day  or  evening!  Mum  takes  only 
30  seconds  — grand  when  you're  in  a  hurry! 

Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


Remember,  even  a  daily  bath  doesn't  in- 
sure your  daintiness.  A  bath  removes  only 
past  perspiration,  but  Mum  prevents  risk 
of  underarm  odor  to  come.  Let  the  daily  use 
of  Mum  insure  your  charm.  Get  a  jar  of 
Mum  at  your  druggist's  today! 

FOR  SANITARY  NAPKINS  -  Mum  is  the 
preferred  deodorant  for  this  important  purpose, 
too,  because  it's  so  gentle,  dependable 

Stay  popular  with  the  friends  you  make  this 
summer.  Give  romance  a  chance.  With  con- 
venient Mum  you  never  need  risk  underarm 
odor.  Mum's  safe  for  clothes,  safe  for  skin,  too! 

To  hold  a  man's  interest,  stay  sure  of  your 
charm!  Always  be  nice  to  be  near!  You  can 
trust  dependable  Mum  because,  without  stop- 
ping perspiration,  it  prevents  underarm  odor 
for  a  whole  day  or  evening. 

JULY,  1942 


Eye-for-an-eye  ^ 

look  at  George 
Mo  ntgomery, 
fiance  Lamorr 




Brass  buttons  pol- 
ished and  grin  in 
working  order,  Ron- 
ald Reagan  went 
to  the  Military 
Ball  with  wife  Jane 
Wyman.  Claudette 
Colbert's  dinner 
pal  was  Cesar  Ro- 
mero in  his  State 
Guard  uniform 

Military  Ball,  held  at  the  Palla- 
dium, was  a  huge  success  with 
practically  every  stai'  in  the  industry 
scattered  amongst  the  throng.  Red 
Skelton  and  Mickey  Rooney  signed 
autographs  until  their  cramped  hands 
refused  to  hold  the  pencils.  Marion 
Davies,  who  acted  as  hostess,  was 
everywhere.  Marion,  who  donated  a 
hospital  to  the  local  State  Guard  (the 
party  was  a  benefit  for  the  hospital) 
deserves  great  credit  for  the  success 
of  ^e  affair. 

Rosalind  Russell  and  her  husband, 

Fred  Brisson,  the  Ronald  Reagans  (he 
in  uniform),  Irene  Dunne  looking  too 
beautiful,  Hedy  Lamarr  and  Rita 
Hayworth  on  either  side  of  Mr.  Wil- 
liam Randolph  Hearst,  with  Hedy's 
devoted  swain,  George  Montgomery, 
near  by  (so  were  Bud  and  Lou),  Judy 
Garland  with  a  carnation  snood,  Betty 
Grable  and  George  Raft,  and  even 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Humphrey  Bogart,  who 
seldom  go  social,  were  a  few  of  the 
notables  who  attended. 

It  takes  Hollywood  to  put  on  a 
show  such  as  this.  .  .  . 

Jane  Withers  celebrated  her  six- 

teenth birthday  with  a  good  old- 
fashioned  hay  ride.  It  took  three 
wagons  to  carry  the  guests  to  Jim 
Jeffries'  barn  out  Ventura  Boulevard, 
with  Jane  and  Leo  CarriUo  leading 
the  parade  on  horseback. 

The  jitterbug  contest  at  the  bam 
was  a  riot.  Bobby  Jordan  and  Edith 
Fellows  were  the  cutest  pair  there. 

All  in  all  it  was  a  terrific  party  for 
young  and  old  and  Jane  will  never 
forget  her  sweet  sixteenth  birth- 
day. .  .  . 

The  Victory  Caravan,  cariying  some 
of  the  biggest  names  in  the  industry, 


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pulled  out  for  its  initial  opening  in 
Washington,  D.  C.  A  special  train 
was  chartered  to  carry  Charles  Boyer, 
Eleanor  Powell,  Rise  Stevens,  Laurel 
and  Hardy,  Desi  Arnaz,  Ray  Middle- 
ton,  Jerry  Colonna,  Bob  Hope,  James 
Cagney,  Olivia  de  Havilland,  Clau- 
dette  Colbert,  Spencer  Tracy,  Pat 
O'Brien,  Merle  Oberon,  Joan  Bennett 
and  many,  many  others,  including 
orchestras  and  a  glamour  girl  chorus. 

The  Caravan  will  visit  thirteen  cities 
in  two  and  a  half  weeks,  putting  on  a 
three-hour  show  of  music,  drama  and 
comedy  in  the  biggest  available  thea- 
ter auditoriums. 

The  funds  gathered  will  be  added 
to  the  Army  and  Navy  Relief  Funds. 

When  it  comes  to  charity  on  the 
grand  scale,  it  takes  Hollywood  to 
come  across! 

A  Few  Facts  About  Interesting 
People:  Desi  Arnaz,  Cuban  husband 
of  Lucille  Ball,  has  been  commis- 
sioned a  second  lieutenant  in  the 
Cuban  Reserves  and  is  subject  to  call 
any  moment. 

Don  Barry  has  been  granted  two 
billings.  He'll  be  known  as  "Red" 
Barry  in  his  Western  films  and  Donald 
M.  Barry  in  his  big  feature  roles.  Don, 
who  is  one  of  those  rarities — a  fine 
actor,  as  well  as  cowboy  star — is  his 
own  worst  enemy  when  it  comes  to 
cocksure  conceit.  Too  bad,  too. 

Ruth  Hussey  has  lost  fourteen 
pounds  on  the  strangest  diet  yet. 
When  Ruth  wants  sweets  she  eats 
nothing  but  sweets  and  one  starch 
means  a  whole  meal  of  starches,  etc. 
You  should  see  that  figure. 

Myrna  Loy  is  obtaining  a  Reno 
divorce  from  husband  Arthur  Horn- 

Clark  Gable  will  lend  his  talents 
toward  making  Defense  shorts  for 
Uncle  Sam  as  well  as  pictures  for 

Bette  Davis's  feverish  restlessness 
has  driven  her  from  house  to  house 
until  now  Bette  is  living  in  an  amaz- 
ingly modest  bungalow  in  a  most  un- 
fashionable canyon.  Why?  Nobody  in 
Hollywood  can  figure  it  out. 

He  Had  to  Open  His  Big  Mouth: 

Joe  E.  Brown  is  back  in  Hollywood 
from  a  thirty-three-day  tour  of  our 
Alaskan  camps,  outposts,  gun  posi- 
tions and  bases.  Up  in  the  land  of  ice 
and  snow  his  name  will  never  be 
forgotten.  It  will  keep  pretty  fresh 
in  the  hearts  of  those  lonely  kids,  too, 
no  matter  where  they  go  in  this 
world-wide  war. 

Joe  E.  was  the  first  and  only  bit 
of  entertainment  that  had  come  their 
way  in  many  long  months  and  maybe 
those  fun-thirsty  kids  didn't  gulp  it 
down.  What's  more,  Joe  E.  ignored 
all  restricting  red  tape  and  went  on 
his  own  initiative. 

JULY,  1942 


IT'S  THE  TWO-WAY  insurance  of 
daintiness  Cashmere  Bou<|uet  Soaji 
gives  you!  First,  Cashmere  Bouquel 
makes  a  rich,  cleansinj;  lather  that's 
•lifted  with  the  ahihty  to  bathe 
away  hody  odor  ahnost  instantly  I 
And  at  the  same  time  it  actuallv 
adorns  your  skin  with  that  heavenly 
I>erfume  you  noticed — a  protective 
fragrance  men  love! 


SMART  GIRL!  You  appreciate  the 
way  Cashmere  Bouquet  leaves  your 
skin  soft  and  smooth  .  .  .  subtly 
alluring  with  the  lingering  scent  of 
costlier  perfume!  And  even  if  your 
face  and  hands  are  su/)pr-sensitive, 
remember  Cashmere  Bouquet  is 
one  perfumed  soap  that  can  agree 
with  your  skin!  Be  real  smart ...  get 
Cashmere   Bouquet    Soap — UhUi\'. 

Cashmere  JBouquel 


Bill  Hold  en,  who's  wearing  a 
niform  now,  has  a  last  look 
at  a  Lux  broadcast  with  Ray 
Milland  and  Veronica  Lake 

{Continued  from  page  9)  A  touching 
story  was  told  Cal  that  concerns  Joe 
E.  (Hollywood's  ambassador  of  good 
citizenship)  and  the  people,  five 
whites  and  a  few  hundred  Eskimos, 
of  Gambell,  a  tiny  town  on  a  far 
Alaskan  outpost,  a  town  never  before 
visited  by  a  celebrity.  With  quiet  dig- 
nity an  Eskimo  leader  read  to  Joe  E. 
their  pi-oclamation  that  henceforth 
March  seventeenth  (the  day  of  his 
arrival)  would  be  known  as  Joe  E. 
Brown  day  and  declared  a  holiday. 
That's  what  his  visit  meant  to  them. 

There  were  tears  in  the  eyes  of  this 
man  Hollywood  knows  as  a  clown 

when  the  proclamation  was  read. 
Tears  in  his  eyes  and  heart.  He  came 
home  and  made  a  proviso  in  his  will, 
Joe  E.  did.  When  he  is  gone,  his  chil- 
dren will  carry  on  the  tradition  of 
sending  greetings  each  March  seven- 
teenth in  the  name  of  Joe  E.  Brown 
to  the  citizens  of  Gambell. 

Much  good  comes  out  of  Hollywood. 
And  a  large  portion  comes  from  the 
wide  mouth  and  open  heart  of  a  man 
named  Brown. 

Our  Kiddies'  Corner:  Littler  Gary 
Crosby  is  stealing  the  thunder  from 
those  charity  golf  matches  put  on  by 

Fun  of  the  VACS  Fights:  Loretta 
Young,  beribboned  beauty,  comes 
to   look   at    husband   Tom  Lewis 

his  dad  Bing  and  friend  Bob  Hope. 
When  Gary  gets  bored  he  breaks  out 
in  song  and  from  then  on  Bing  and 
Bob  are  minus  an  audience. 

"We  have  orange  trees  for  orange 
juice  in  our  back  yard,"  a  little 
neighbor  boy  taunted  little  Johnny 
Farrow,  three-year-old  son  of  Mau- 
reen O  Sullivan  Farrow.  "And  we've 
a  lot  of  lemon  trees  to  make  lemon- 
ade," he  went  on.  "Well,"  said  little 
Johnny  triumphantly,  "we've  got  an 
olive  tree  for  martinis." 

Robert  Young  and  his  little  daughter 
Barbara  were  out  riding  when  a  low- 
flying  plane  caused  the  horses  to  shy. 
Instantly  Bob  was  off  his  horse  and 
at  Barbara's  side.  For  a  moment  she 
gazed  at  him  wide-eyed  and  then 
said,  "That's  right.  Daddy,  you  come 
to  me  when  you're  scared.  I'll  pro- 
tect you." 

Mickey  Keeps  Grinning:  Let  me  tell 

you  this — Mickey  Rooney's  bride,  Ava 


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Randy  Scott  gets  a  Giro's  earful 
of  what's  news  m  the  Army  from 
U.  S.  soldier  Burgess  Meredith 

Gardner,  is  much  prettier  than  her 
pictures  have  her.  We  thought  so  the 
first  time  we  saw  her  and  last  week 
on  the  "Me  And  My  Gal"  set  we  de- 
cided she  was  much,  much  prettier 
and  daintier.  Ava  had  come  on  the 
set  to  return  a  pair  of  earrings  she'd 
borrowed  from  Judy  Garland.  The 
girls  are  very  good  friends  and  love 
swapping  recipes.  Mickey  and  Ava 
are  very  happy  in  their  modest  little 
apartment  and  Mickey  shows  no  re- 
gret at  having  given  up  a  spacious  big 
home  to  live  in  a  few  rooms. 

Oh  yes,  it's  love  all  right.  M-G-M 
found  that  out  when  Mickey  refused 
to  remove  the  wedding  band  from  his 
hand  during  his  pictui'e,  "A  Yank  At 
Eton."  Which  reminds  us  of  a  very 
funny  thing  that  happened  on  that 
set.  Before  Mickey  married  Ava  he 
had  courted  Tina  Thayer,  who  now 
plays  a  role  in  the  picture.  Maybe  the 
proximity  of  ex-girl  friend  Tina  em- 
barrassed Mickey,  but  for  one  scene 
Tina  was  supposed  to  say  to  Mickey: 

"Don't  you  know  about  shipboard 
romances?  They  are  ephemeral 

After  pondering  a  moment  Mickey 
is  supposed  to  reply:  "It  all  depends 
on  how  you  look  at  it.  To  me  this 
isn't  one  of  those  epher — what  you 
said  things." 

However,  Mickey  got  his  tongue 
twisted  over  the  words. 

He  blew  the  first  part  of  the  speech 
and  then,  half  sheepish,  half  annoyed, 
he  finished  up  loudly: 

I  was  a  Wife  ///  ^m/^/ 


I.  Our  marriage  started  nut  like  a  story-book  romance.  We  were  so  head-over-heels  in  love. 
But  soon  my  romance  faded.  Jim's  love  turned  to  cold  inditt'erence.  I  suffereil  asonies. 

2.  Mrs.  M.  dropped  in  one  morning  and  caught 
me  crying.  She  dragged  the  whole  .sad  story 
out  of  me.  "My  dear,"  she  said,  "don't  mind 
my  frankness — you  see,  I  used  to  be  a  Regis- 
tered Nurse,  and  I  understand  your  trouble. 
So  many  wives  lose  their  husbands'  love  be- 
cause of  carelessness  about  feminine  hygiene. 

3.  "Our  head  physician  set  me  straight,  "  con- 
tinued Mrs.  M .  "Ileadvised  his  women  patients 
to  use  Lysol  for  intimate  personal  care.  Lysol, 
you  see,  is  a  powerful  germicide;  u.sed  accord- 
ing to  eiisydirections,it  killsall  vaginal  germ-life 
on  in.stant  contact  .  .  .  yet  ain't  harm  sensi- 
tive tissues.  It  cleanses  and  deodorizes,  too." 

4.  I've  used  Lysol  for  feniiniuo  hygiene  ever 
since — with  never  the  slightest  worry  abovit  its 
effectiveness.  Lysol  is  so  economical  —  it  never 
dents  my  budget.  .\nd — oh,  yes,  Jim  is  once 
more  "that  way"  about  me — and  am  I  huppy! 

Why  you  can  depend  on  Lysol 

(iKNTLK  VKT  rOWKKKL'L— L'soil  as 
directed,  I.ysol  is  senile  to  delicate  tis- 
sues (not  an  acid  —  no  free  alkali),  yet 
there  is  no  {it  rin-li  fe  iti  the  i'fi(/ino/  tract 
that  Lpsol  irill  uot  kill  on  instant  c<m- 
tact.  SPRK AUINCi-No  other  widely 
advertised  douche  preparation  has  the 
wide  spreading  power  I.ysol  has — Lysol 
solution  virtually  searches  out  serni  life 
in  tiny  folds  other  liquids  may  never 
reach.  ECO  N OM I C  A  I,  — Small  bottle 
makes  almost  4-i;allons  solution. 
CLEANLY  ODOR  — Soon  disappears. 
HOLDS  STKENGTIl  to  last  drop— play 
safe  with  Lysol. 

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JULY,  1942 



COMPARE  Cashmere  Bouquet  Talcum 

with  others  you  ve  usea 

.    1   the  total  absence  ot  grit,  i"" 

COOL  AS  STARDUST,  it  falls  on  your 

senLtive  areas  that  chafe  easily. 

ness  to  brand  you  as  the 
"lady  who  forgot.' 

In  generous  10^  ana 
larger  ei/.es  at  all 
drug  a»<l  toilet  g<>»<l» 

"To  me,  this  isn't  one  of  those  big 
fot  ephemeral  things!" 

It  was  so  unexpected  that  the  whole 
company  broke  up  in  laughter. 

Yes,  he's  the  same  old  Mickey  and 
marriage  has  only  made  him  faster 
on  the  comeback. 

Inside  Tidbits:  Feuds  between  wo- 
men stars  are  bad  enough,  but  the 
extent  of  the  mad-on  between  Betty 
Grable  and  Victor  Mature,  with  Betty 
dressing  down  Vic  on  the  set  'til  the 
rafters  ring,  is  really  something.  One 
particular  Grable  outburst  was  re- 
turned by  Vic  with  the  quiet  words: 
"You  should  learn  how  to  behave 
from  Carole  Landis."  And  then  all 
Hades  broke  loose,  for  Betty  isn't 
particularly  fond  of  Landis,  either. 
For  a  few  more  details  of  the  "mad," 
see  page  56. 

Charles  Boyer  is  smarting  a  bit 
under  the  fact  that  Jean  Gabin  is 
almost  accentless  in  his  very  first 
picture.  "Moontide,"  after  less  than  a 

year  in  America,  whereas  Mr.  Boyer 
still  speaks  thickish  English,  to  say 
the  least. 

When  Gabin  arrived  he  could  say 
only  "hello"  and  "go  to  hell,"  which 
some  kind  soul  assured  him  meant 
"good-by."  Wait,  we  say,  not  only  'til 
you  hear  Gabin's  splendid  English  but 
until  you  get  two  big  eyefuls  of  that 
Frenchman's  acting.  Put  Cal  down 
right  now  as  saying  next  year's  Aca- 
demy Award  will  be  received  by  a 
tousle-haired  gentleman  with  a  very 
slight  accent.  And  we  don't  mean 
Jerry  Colonna,  either. 

The  fact  Annie  Sheridan  and  her 
husband,  George  Brent,  were  obvi- 
ously quarreling  while  out  to  dinner 
the  other  night  doesn't  mean  a  break- 
up in  that  marriage  exactly. 

You'll  remember  Annie  and  George 
did  quite  a  bit  of  quarreling  before 
marriage  and  that  didn't  prevent  a 
wedding,  did  it?  Why  should  such 
fracases  now  mean  a  divorce,  for 
heaven's  sake? 

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f/i«  Royal  Family  of  Beaufy  Preparations 

The    Bride    Wore— What?  While 

thousands  of  Httle  brides-to-be  were 
flying  about  collecting  dainty  finery 
for  their  trousseau,  the  loveliest  of 
them  all,  Hedy  Lamarr,  was  buying 
up  bright  green,  red  and  orange  satin 
cowboy  shirts.  Yes  sir,  luscious  Hedy 
Lamarr  has  gone  cowboy  with  a  bang 
since  her  romance  with  former  cow- 
hand George  Montgomery,  and  insists 
hers  will  be  a  real  out-West  wedding 
with  both  her  and  George  dressed 
in  Western  garb.  Can't  you  just  see 
Hedy  in  a  red  bandana  with  a  banjo 
on  her  knee?  Or  is  it  a  "git-tar" 
these  modern  cowboys  play? 

If  Hedy  is  already  married  by  the 
time  you  read  this  you  can  ignore 
the  rumors  that  flew  about  to  the 
effect  that  the  pair  wouldn't  wed  be- 
cause once  the  lasso  was  tied  Hedy 
would  be  liable  for  George's  eleven 
dependents,  which  would  relieve 
George  for  active  service.  You  know 
how  these  rumors  are. 

Another  report  had  Hedy  planning 
a  double  wedding  with  her  dear  friend 
Margaret  Woods,  an  M-G-M  ward- 
robe girl  who  is  engaged  to  Lt.  James 
Jennings.  At  any  rate,  Hedy  will  act 
as  bridesmaid  for  Margaret  when  she 
does  wed. 

Meantime,  George  is  giving  Hedy 
lessons  in  riding  and  declares  she's  a 
natural-born  horsewoman.  And  can't 
you  picture  Hedy  cantering  along  the 
bridlepaths  in  a  green  satin  shirt? 

Yippee,  cowgirl  I 

Thisa  and  Thata  Dept.:  When 
Victor  Mature  heard  the  loud  and 
favorable  reaction  from  the  critics  to 
his  performance  in  "My  Gal  Sal,"  he 

A  new  husband  toasts  a  new  wife: 
Wedd  Ing-reception  view  of  Paul  Doug- 
las, radio  announcer,  and  Virginia  Field 

JULY.  1942 

YES.  JAXTZKX  ...  and  everything  you  need  to  make  you 
glamorous  while  swimming  . . .  very  uplifting  bra,  waist-trimming,  hip- 
slimming,  tummy-smoothing  foundation  control  .  . .  stunning,  sunning 
necklines  glorifying  fabrics ...  exciting  colors...  in  a  word,  every- 
thing. Knit  with  "Lastex"  yarn  they  hold  their  line,  lift,  loveliness, 
through  sun  and  water.  "Bali-Batik"  (leff)  fascinating  new  knitted 
pique  5.95  .  .  .  (righf)  "Softie"  — "featherwool"  sleeker  7.95.  Other 
models  4.95  to  10.95  at  leading  stores  throughout  America. 





Clear,  thrilling  red— no  smart- 
so  imirersally  llatlerinn'.  Other 
hiilh  -Jashian  cohirs  in  the  bril- 
liant Culy  'J-sliaile  rollectioii : 


hrifiht  "tiipsy"  tvnes 


luscious,  siren  shade 


Itnely.  Jloii  er-soft 


iillra-rhie  "Latin"  red 

4VTl2i  ft 

Look  hard  at  this  hay-ride  party  and 
you'll  find  Jane  Withers,  Gene  Reynolds, 
Bobby  Jordan,  Edith  Fellows  and  Freddie 
Bartholomew  tuning  up  on  Jane's  birthday 

immediately  launched  a  campaign  to 
have  the  title  changed  to  "Our  Boy 
Victor."  Hunk-of-Man's  antics  are  like 
a  beacon  in  a  blackout  to  Hollywood. 
For  instance,  the  town  went  into 
hysterics  when  Vic  actually  hired  a 
woman  gardener.  Vic  says  he's  so 
allergic  to  men  he  has  to  have  a 
blonde  cultivating  his  Victory  Gar- 
den. .  .  . 

Brenda  Marshall  (Mrs.  William 
Holden)  and  Jane  Wyman  (Mrs.  Ron- 
ald Reagan)  are  forming  a  war- widow 
club  in  Hollywood  now  that  their 
husbands  have  left  for  camps.  Why 
not  such  a  club  in  your  home  town? 
Brenda  and  Jane  will  think  up 
schemes  to  promote  War  Bond  sales. 

The  beaux  of  Donna  Reed,  the  Iowa 
farm  beauty  who  made  such  a  hit  in 
"The  Courtship  Of  Andy  Hardy,"  have 

to  have  the  little  starlet  in  early  be- 
cause that's  the  rules  of  the  Studio 
Club  where  Donna  lives.  .  .  . 

For  the  first  time  in  her  life  Garbo 
actually  paid  a  neighborly  call  upon 
her  across-the-street  neighbor,  Paul 
Henried.  You  could  have  knocked  the 
young  Austrian  actor  over  with  a 
feather  when  he  found  the  silent 
Swede  on  his  doorstep.  Seems  they 
had  mutual  friends  in  Europe  Greta 
was  anxious  to  hear  about.  .  .  . 

The  recent  blackout  found  old  Cal 
deep  in  the  heart  of  "Juke  Girl."  The 
press  was  crowded  into  a  Warner 
Brothers  projection  room  when  the 
lights  went  out  and  everything  turned 
very  black  indeed.  But  quite  non- 
chalantly we  all  paraded  downstairs 
and  into  one  of  the  studio's  very 
swanky  air-raid  shelters  where  for 

Three  who  knew 
each  other  when 
greet  each  other 
now:  Bill  Boyd, 
Jack  Holt  and 
Richard  Dix  at 
o  luncheon  in 
honor  of  Cecil 
B  .    D  e  M  i  II  e 


phoiluia\  •jombined  with  movie  mirror 

two  hours  we  were  out  of  touch  with 
the  world. 

Bob  Hope  was  way  up  in  suburban 
Azusa  about  to  I'eceive  the  keys  of  the 
city  at  a  Bob  Hope  banquet.  In  the 
midst  of  things  the  whole  town  went 
black,  of  course,  and  Bob  says  he 
finallj'  came  out  of  it  with  a  key  to 
the  back  door  of  Pomona.  And  oh, 
how  they  don't  love  Robert  in 

NOTICE— MgcDonald   Fan  Clubs: 

Jeanette  MacDonald  has  just  received 
word  from  her  enormous  English  fan 
club  that  the  money  formerly  used 
for  stamps  and  j  lotograph  requests 
is  now  being  given  to  the  Red  Cross. 
They  wondered  if  Jeanette  minded. 

Far  from  minding,  Jeanette  is  so 
pleased  she  asks  us  to  pass  the  word 
along  to  all  her  fan  clubs,  expressing 
her  pleasure  at  the  idea.  Cal  feels 
other  stars  may  have  the  same  re- 
action. Why  not  write  your  favorites 
and  find  out? 

Live  Alone  and  Like  It:  Eighteen- 
year-old  Linda  Darnell  has  moved 
into  her  own  tiny  apartment  and  has 
gone  into  the  business  of  housekeep- 
ing with  all  her  young  heart  and 

There  is  no  servant  waiting  for 
Linda  upon  her  return  from  the  studio 
with  warm  food  ready  and  served. 
Linda  hustles  up  her  own  and  does  a 
good  job  of  it  at  that,  especially  at 
broiling  steaks  and  chops.  On  Sun- 
days Linda  \dsits  with  her  family  who 
agreed  the  only  solution  to  a  crowded 
household  and  to  the  quiet  Linda  must 
have  when  making  pictures  was  the 
separate  home  idea.  Linda  felt  her 
early  rising  at  5:30  and  retiring  at 
9:30  was  too  much  strain  on  the 
family's  daily  life. 

And  then,  think  how  glad  everyone 
is  when  Sunday  rolls  around  again. 

Hearts  and  Flowers  Corner:  Actor 
Richard  Ney  is  the  happiest  young 
man  in  Hollywood  since  Greer  Garson 
has  become  his  dinner  partner.  The 
two  are  seen  everywhere  together.  .  .  . 

Cutest  twosome  in  town  is  Ray 
MacDonald  and  Betty  Jane  Graham, 
Judy  Garland's  close  friend.  With 
Jackie  Cooper  and  Bonita  Granville, 
Betty  and  Ray  are  once-a-week  pa- 
trons of  the  Vine  Street  bowling  alley 
that  features  Mike  Riley's  crazy  band 
— the  one  that  throws  things  at  the 
customers.  Lana  Turner  walked  in 
the  other  night  just  in  time  to  receive 
a  custard  pie  in  her  beautiful  face. 
The  amazing  thing  is — no  one  gets 
mad.  Maybe  these  Hollywood  kids 
are  setting  a  good  example  of  how  to 
keep  good-humored  to  some  of  the 
older  stars  who  need  it.  .  .  . 

It's  still  John  Payne  and  Sheila 
Ryan  despite  the  fact  John  escorted 

JULY.  19Vt 

In  Ho//ywood, 


Mc  CREJt 

Starred  in  the  Poramovr\l  Piclure 


Joel  McCrea  says:  "Even  when  an  actor's  role  is  that  of  a  diamond  in  the  rough, 
everyone  expects  his  teeth  to  be  well  polished!"  With  screen  standards  so  high, 
it's  a  mighty  fine  tribute  to  CALOX  TOOTH  POWUKK  that  so  many  stars  use  it. 

Two  ways  to 

yoc/r  dentist 
so  can  you 

fol/oivs  both! 
-with  Ga/ox 

Notice  your  dentist's  technique  when  he 

gi\es  you  a  dental  cleaning.  First,  he 
thoroughly  cleans  your  teeth.  Then,  and 
only  then,  does  he  polish  them. 

In  your  home  care  why  be  satisfied 
with  less  than  BOTH  cleaning  and 
polishing,  when  you  can  get  Calox.^ 

CalOX  gives  yOU  /ffr  special  ingre.lients 
tor  cleaning  atui  brightening.  With  every 
stroke  of  the  brush,  Calox  helps  detach 
food  particles,  removes  deposits,  cleans 
off  surface  stains.  And  with  every  stroke 
(■alox  polishes,  too,  making  your  teeth 
shine  with  their  own  clear,  and  natural 
lustre  ...  In  Hollywood,  many  a  star 
trusts  to  Calox-care.  Try  Calox  Tooth 
I'owder  for  \iout  smile! 

McKesson  &  U(ihl)iiis,  li\c..  Hriili.'»'i"""t .  ( 'onii. 



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English  girls  have  been  "going 
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hosiery  disappeared  for  the 

This  "wonder"  product  gives  stocking- 
less  legs  real  eye-catching  glamour,  im- 
parting the  same  velvety-smooth  attrac 
tiveness  to  the  legs  that  it  does  to  the 
face,  neck  and  arms. 

Smooth  it  on  in  a  jiffy  .  .  .  you"ll  find 
that  it's  comfortably  cool,  looks  like 
sheer  silk  and  won't  rub  off.  It's  water- 
proof, too! 

lust  "pour  yourself  a  pair  of  stock- 
ings" today  with  MINER'S  LIQUID 
MAKE-UP  .  .  .  and  forget  runs,  the  high 
cost  of  silk  stockings  and  all  the  other 
war-time  hosiery  headaches. 

Ask  for  the  special  hosiery  shades — 
Rose  Beige  and  Golden  Mist. 

More  women  use  MINER'S  than 
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cosmetic  and  hosiery 
counters  everywhere 

For  an  exquimite  alt-day powd»t 
bate  or  for  harmoni*ing  fact 
and  leg  make-up  .  .  .  uae  one 
of  these  flattering  thadet: 
Peach  •  Rachelle  •  Brunette 
Suntan  •  Hawaiian  •  Nu!  ?rown 

C  1942,  Miner's,  Inc. 

By  popular  re- 
quest: Mr.  Cary 
Grant  stands 
up  to  spread 
sunshine  for 
his  applauding 
fans  at  the 
charity  fights 

Same  place:  Mil- 
ton Berle  shares 
grins  for  the  win- 
ning side  with 
Eddie  "Rochester" 
Anderson,  Mrs. 
Anderson  at  right 


Kay  Francis  to  the  Military  Ball. 
There  is  such  a  thing  as  studio  poli- 
tics, you  know.  .  .  . 

George  Holmes,  former  Texas  foot- 
ball star  and  now  a  Hollywood  actor, 
is  Linda  Darnell's  newest  escort. 
George  has  booked  up  all  the  free 
nights  Linda  has,  which  aren't  many 
when  she's  working  for  the  next  three 
months.  .  .  . 

Teresa  Wright,  who  was  so  good  in 
"The  Little  Foxes"  and  is  now  play- 
ing Gary  Cooper's  wife  in  "Pride  Of 
The  Yankees,"  will  probably  be  a  wife 
in  real  life  by  the  time  you  read  this. 
Teresa  is  engaged  to  dialogue  direc- 
tor Niven  Busch.  .  .  . 

Priscilla  Lane,  for  all  she's  been  re- 
ported seeing  her  old  Victorville  beau, 
John  Barry,  is  pretty  happy  with  Lieu- 
tenant Joe  Howard,  so  we  under- 

Hello,  Tomboy:  How's  about  it, 
girls?  Are  you  really  a  tomboy  at 
heart?  Well,  don't  worry  about  it,  for 
some  of  our  biggest  glamour  girls 
were  once  freckled-faced  female 
hoodlums.  Down  in  Texas,  Ginger 
Rogers  was  the  leader  of  her  gang  and 
so  active  her  own  name  of  Virginia 

was  discarded  in  favor  of  Ginger, 
which  suited  her  to  a  "T."  Claudette 
Colbert  refused  to  play  with  the  little 
girls  in  her  neighborhood  and  at  nine 
was  the  crack  swimmer  of  her  com- 
munity and  the  only  girl  on  her 
brother  Charles's  soccer  team. 

Hair-over-one-eye  Lake  was  al- 
ways a  tiny  kid,  but  in  Lake  Placid, 
N.  Y.,  they  still  refer  to  her  as  Tom- 
boy Keane.  Veronica's  real  name  was 
Constance  Keane.  Veronica  says  she 
got  more  trouncings  at  home  for 
climbing  telephone  poles  than  she  got 
in  school  for  shooting  paper  wads. 
Even  cool  and  beautiful  Madeleine 
Carroll  confesses  she  was  a  member 
of  the  home-town  hockey  team  and 
Myrna  Loy  claims  she  could  throw  a 
harder  and  meaner  snowball  than  any 
kid  in  Montana.  Mary  Martin  never 
had  a  saw  or  hammer  out  of  her  hands 
when  she  was  a  kid  deep  in  the  heart 
of  Texas,  clap,  clap,  clap,  clap,  and 
tore  down  fences  just  so  she  could 
nail  them  together.  Priscilla  Lane  was 
a  barn  climber  and  fell  off  the  roof 
a  good  half-dozen  times. 

So  don't  despair,  mothers,  if  Sue  or 
Sal  is  a  rip-snorter.  It  takes  a  lot  of 
pep  to  make  the  grade  today! 


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The  Out-West  Boys  Go  South: 

Whoopee,  Cal  goes  cowboy  for  the 
sake  of  the  Marines.  Figure  that  one 
-out.  It  happened  the  Sunday  before 
Gene  Autry  and  Smiley  Burnette,  the 
funny  man  in  all  Gene's  pictures,  left 
for  Eastern  personal  appearances. 
Gene  was  going  down  to  San  Diego 
to  visit  his  brother  Dudley  of  the 
Marines  and  put  on  a  show  for  the 
boys,  assisted  by  Smiley  who  kills  'em 
with  his  monkeyshines.  So  Cal  was 
invited  to  go  along. 

We  rolled  along  in  a  three-car 
caravan.  Gene,  his  wife,  sister  and 
Mary  Lee  in  one  car;  Cal,  Smiley  and 
his  two-man  troupe  in  another,  and 
the  Melody  Ranch  boys  in  the  third, 
leaving  right  after  Gene's  afternoon 

You  never  saw  boys  happier  to  see 
Hollywood  folk  than  those  Rifle 
Range  Marines  who  whooped  at 
Smiley  and  cheered  Gene's  songs. 
Afterwards  we  all  had  special  supper 
in  the  big  mess  hall  and  then  wan- 
dered through  the  enormous  kitchens. 
Smiley  almost  got  lost  in  the  huge 
potato  masher  and  had  to  be  dragged 
out  backwards. 

When  it  comes  to  downright  genial 
fellow-to-fellow  friendliness  you've 
got  to  hand  it  to  these  Western  play- 
ers. Seems  they  knows  just  how  to 
reach  every  boy's  heart.  And  as  long 
as  there's  a  heart  beating  for  Uncle 
Sam,  Gene  and  Smiley  will  reach  'em. 

Cal's  Answers  to  Your  Questions: 

The  original  Navy  Blues  Sextette  is 
still  in  Hollywood,  but  Peggy  Diggins 
is  the  only  one  to  remain  at  Warner 
Brothers.  Lorraine  Gettman,  Mar- 
guerite Chapman  and  Georgia  Carroll 
are  at  Columbia  Studios;  Claire  James 
is  married  to  director  Buz  Berkeley; 
and  Kay  Aldridge  is  Republic's  new 
serial  queen. 

Bob  Stack  is  not  in  the  Army  due  to 
a  knee  injury.  Yep,  you're  right.  It 
does  place  young  Mr.  Stack  in  an 
embarrassing  position  indeed,  espe- 
cially since  he  has  no  dependents. 

Fink's  flash  bulb  picks  off  another 
celebrity  at  the  fights:  Margaret 
Sullavan.  Admirer  is  husbanri  Hayword 

Flower-Fresh  the  Arthur  Murray  Way 

•  In  his  arms,  gliding  to  sweet  music  .  .  .  don't  let 
the  magic  of  the  moment  escape!  Guard  your  pre- 
cious appealing  freshness  the  way  glamourous 
Arthur  Murray  Dancers  do — with  Odorono  Cream! 
They  often  dance  ten  miles  a  day  without  a  moment's 
fear  of  disillusioning  underarm  odor  or  dampness. 

Be  glamourous,  too!  See  if  gentle  Odorono  Cream 
doesn't  stop  perspiration  safely  foi  you — up  to  three 
whole  days  at  a  time!  Non-greasy,  non-gritty,  no 
waiting  to  dry.  And  it  will  not  rot  your  most  fragile 
frocks.  Follow  directions.  Get  a  jar — begin  today! 
Generous  10^,  39?^,  596  sizes. 

The  Odorono  Co.,  Inc.,  New  York 

Jean  Bjorn, 

Nassau  teacher,  holds 
partners  entranced  by 
her  exquisite  daiminess. 

^/^'•y  '  TO  3  DAYS 


JULY.  1942 


"pUT  all  that  monthly-chafing  worry  out 
of  your  mind.  Listen  to  the  voice  of 
experience  and  use  Tampax  for  sanitary 
protection.  .  .  Modern  women  all  around 
you  are  discovering  this  wonderful  inven- 
tion of  a  doctor  who  realized  what  trou- 
bles a  woman  can  have  in  hot,  chafing 
weather— especially  housewives  and  "the 
girls  at  the  office!' 

You  need  no  belts,  pins  or  pads.  Also 
you  need  no  sanitary  deodorants,  as  no 
odor  forms  with  Tampax.  This  dainty  de- 
vice consists  of  pure,  surgical  cotton  com- 
pressed and  sealed  in  one-time-use  appli- 
cator. It  is  so  perfected  that  the  wearer 
actually  cannot  feel  the  Tampax.  She  can 
dance,  play  games,  swim  . . .  use  the  show- 
er ..  .  with  amazing  freedom.  Tampax  is 
so  compact  that  disposal  is  naturally  easy. 

Regular,  Super,  Junior  are  the  three 
sizes  to  meet  all  needs.  (The  new  Super  is 
about  50%  more  absorbent.)  At  drug 
stores,  notion  counters.  Trial  box,  20^. 
Economy  package  of  40  gives  you  a  real 
bargain.  Don't  wait  for  next  month.  Start 
now!  Tampax  Incorporated,  Palmer,  Mass. 


Accepted  for  Adver- 
tising by  the  Journal 
of  the  American 
Metlical  Association. 



Score  one  for 
Dennis  Mor- 
gan; score 
$5.00  for  a 
reader's  view- 
point on  him 

$10.00  PRIZE 
Stop  Wondering,  Girls! 

HAS  your  Romeo  ever  described 
your  "looks"  to  you?  Has  he 
ever  told  you  that  you  have 
Ann  Sothern's  hair,  Hedy  Lamarr's 
eyes,  etc.?  ' 

If  so,  have  you  ever  wondered 
what  you  would  look  like  if  you  had 
those  lovely  features  that  Romeo  has 
been  telling  you  about? 

Well,  girls,  you  may  stop  wonder- 
ing, because  here  is  an  "average 
American  girl"  with:  Ann  Sothern's 
hair,  Olivia  de  Havilland's  eyebrows, 
Hedy  Lamarr's  eyes,  Priscilla  Lane's 
nose,  and  Deanna  Durbin's  mouth. 

Dorothy  A.  Coulter, 
Grand  Rapids,  Minn. 


Each  of  the  features  in  the  picture 
(left,  below)  was  taken  from  one  of 
the  colored  portraits  published  in 
Photoplay-Movie  Mirror. 

$5.00  PRIZE 
Dennis  Morgan 

OH  polish  up  the  sunshine 
And  fluff  the  clouds  a  bit 
A  little  bird  just  told  my  heart 
That  this  is  really  IT! 

The  school  books  say,  in  days  of  yore 
Apollo  was  a  menace, 
(Add  things  I  never  knew  before)  — 
His  other  name  was  Dennis. 

You've  got  that  something  in  your 

All  stars  and  stuff — Oh  geel 

Could  you  step  down  on  earth  a  while? 

Look,  Dennis — this  is  me! 

Do  you  believe  that  girl  meets  boy? 
(My  dear,  how  do  you  do!) 
And  fan  meets  film  star  now  and  then, 
And  fairy  tales  come  true? 

And  can  you  hear  a  wedding  bell, 
Soft  music  on  the  organ? 
And  see  me  in  a  rosy  spell 
Becoming  Mrs.  Morgan? 

For  you  I  d  swim  from  shore  to  shore 
I'd  climb  the  highest  Alp. 
Ah,  what's  the  use  of  saying  more — 
Enclosed  please  find  my  scalp. 

Dot  Blodgett. 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 


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$1.00  PRIZE 
Personal  to  Lew  Ayres 

Don't  you  think  you  should  have 
asked   Dr.   Gillespie's  advice  before 
'    making  your  decision? 
'       You  say  your  role  in  "All  Quiet" 
influenced    you.     Remember,  your 
soldier  was  German  and  he  was  dis- 
illusioned with  the  aggressive,  avari- 
cious tendencies  of  his  country.  Had  he 
been  fighting  to  preserve  something 
I    fine  all  would  have  been  different, 
f       You  say  war  is  wrong.  That's  why 
we're  fighting,  my  friend.  If  a  maniac 
came  along  your  street  and  took  your 
neighbors'  homes  and  possessions  and 
j    made  them  slaves,  you  would  give  him 
!    everything  of  yours  and  kiss  his  boots. 
Is  it  publicity?    Please   not  now. 
This  is  too  serious  and  you  have  many 
admirers.  Don't  you  owe  them  some- 
thing, if  only  to  respect  yourself? 

Are  you  afraid?   Most  of  our  men 
are,  but  they  don't  let  that  stop  them 
and  that's  courage.   No  sane  person 
really  wants  to  fight — you  know  that. 
,    I  couldn't  possibly  go  to  see  any  of 
'    your  movies.   I'd  get  hysterics  if  I'd 

see  Dr.  Kildare  get  hei'oic. 
I       What's  happened  to  you,  Mr.  Ayres? 
■    The  otheis  in  your  industry  are  so 
unselfishly  patriotic. 

(Mrs.)  a.  R.  Warren, 

Galveston,  Tex. 

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Another  Ayres  Angle 

YESTERDAY— a  hand  reaches  for  a 
butterfly  ...  a  sniper's  bullet  finds 
its  mark  .  .  .  the  hand  reflexes  in 
death  .  .  .  all's  quiet  on  the  western 
front.  The  Boy  who  played  it  felt  the 
horrors  of  war  in  his  heart  and  hated 
war  to  the  depths  his  heart  could  hate. 

Years  roll  by  .  .  .  years  in  which  the 
Boy  becomes  a  man  .  .  .  ideas  re- 
create themselves  .  .  .  ideals  fashion 

themselves  into  new  shaoes  and  forms 
.  .  .  the  man  in  that  boy  has  new 
perspectives  on  life  and  on  today's 
horizons  another  war  has  formed  it- 
self from  the  selfish  greed  of  man. 
But  Man  finds  it  hard  to  conform  his 
ideals  and  ideas  to  the  present  which 
time  and  experience  of  the  past  have 
impregnated.  And  this  Man  cannot 
leave  his  mould  ...  a  mould  made  of 
God  and  time's  creating. 

Lew  Ayres  .  .  .  the  boy  reaching  for 
the  butterfly  .  .  .  perhaps  knows  that 
the  path  of  life  is  but  a  pattern  set  for 
his  feet.  Judgment  of  his  decision  is 
not  for  me — memories  of  Lew  are  too 
roseate  and  vivid. 

John  Thayer, 
Cambridge,  Mass. 

For  the  true  story  of  the  strange 
case  of  Lew  Ayres,  see  page  29. 

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'  I  raised  from  the  dead. 

"The  Little  Foxes":  Bette  Davis  as 
Tallulah  Bankhead. 

"Woman  Of  The  Year":  Don't  kid 
me.  I  know  they  didn't  live  happily 
ever  after. 

"Johnny  ELager":  Van  Heflin  com- 
pletely surrounded  by  beauty  and 
some  talent.    {Continued  on  page  85) 


makes  teeth 


Pretty  Margaret  and  Marilyn  Rick,  Palatine,  Illinois, 
Twins,  chorus:  "Pepsodent's  really  'super'!" 

"Did  I  learn  about  tooth  povvdcrs!  Our 
dentist  was  skeptical  at  first . . .  then  amazed 
. . .  when  Pepsodent  made  Peg's  teeth  twice 
as  bright  as  mine!  He  said  he  never  saw 
anything  like  it  I  Neither  did  we !  Pepsodent 
showed  us  how  really 
bright  teeth  can  be! " 

...But,  say!  After  Margaret  won  the  toss  to 
who'd  use  Pepsodent  Powder,  it  was 
;rent!  I  chose  another  well-k 


different!  I  chose  another  we 
brand,  thinking  there  couldn't 
much  difference." 

For  the  safety  of  your  smile 
.  .  .  see  yo 

JULY.  1942 

be  very 

I  it  • 

miie  .  .  .  use  Pepsodent  twice  a  day 
ur  dentist  twice  a  year. 


.  .  .  and  the  Rick 
Twins'  Dentist 
says:  "I  was  skep- 
claims  sounded 
too  good.  But, 
this  test  con- 
vinced me  that 
Pepsodent's  state- 
ment is  accurate": 

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adventures  of  martin  EDEN,  THE 
— Columbia:  An  unpleasant  tale  with  Glenn  Ford 
as  the  seaman  and  Ian  MacDonald  the  brutal  ship's 
captain.  Ford  tries  to  become  famous  as  an  author 
so  he  can  publish  the  ship's  diary  to  expose  the 
brutality  of  conditions  aboard  ship  and  thus  free 
his  friend  Stuart  Erwin.  (May) 

ALL  THROUGH  THE  NIGHT  —  Warners: 
Humphrey  Bogart  is  a  gangster  who  discovers  a 
Nazi  spy  ring  led  by  Conrad  Veidt  and  his  aides, 
Peter  Lorre  and  Judith  Anderson,  and  from  then 
on  it's  a  hard  chase.  The  cast  is  expert  but  the 
melodrama  is  not  so  expertly  executed.  (April) 

ALMOST  MARRIED— Vmvers^X:  When  Jane 
Frazee's  baggage  goes  to  Robert  Paige's  apartment 
and  his  to  hers,  it  leads  to  romantic  complications 
for  them  both.  Both  the  players  are  very  person- 
able and  Jane  sings  well.  Eugene  Pallette  is  Jane's 
father  and  Elizabeth  Patterson  is  Paige's  aunt  who 
wants  him  to  marry  a  society  girl.  It's  kind  of  cute. 

ALWAYS  IN  MY  HEART— Warners:  Kay  Fran- 
cis decides  to  marry  wealthy  Sidney  Blackmer  to 
improve  the  opportunities  of  her  children,  Gloria 
Warren  and  Frankie  Thomas.  After  her  husband, 
Walter  Huston,  is  paroled  from  prison,  he  goes 
incognito  to  his  family's  small  town  and  straight- 
ens out  the  lives  of  his  children.  It's  warm  and 
friendly  and  Gloria  Warren  has  a  beautiful  voice. 

BASHFUL  BACHELOR— RKO-Radio;  Lum  and 
Abner,  those  beloved  old  codgers  of  the  airways 
come  to  the  screen  in  a  movie  that's  in  keeping  with 
their  radio  roles.  Chester  Lauck  (Liim)  is  sweet 
on  Zasu  Pitts  and  almost  exterminates  his  pal,  Nor- 
ris  Goff  t^Abncr).  trying  to  impress  Zasu  with  his 
heroism.  A  horse  race  and  fire-engine  ride  climax 
the  doings  of  this  droll  pair.  (June) 

BLACK  DRAGONS — Monogram:  A  ridiculous  pot- 
jmurri  of  nonsense,  this,  all  about  a  Nazi-inspired 
plastic  surgeon,  Bela  Lugosi,  who  makes  over  six 
Japanese  to  look  like  American  industrialists  so  they 
can  steal  our  plans  like  mad.  It's  sU  too  silly  for 
words.  (June) 

Penny  Singleton  and  Arthur  Lake  decide  to  go  to 
college  in  this  latest  instalment  of  the  adventures 
of  tlie  Bumpstcad  family.  They  conceal  their  mar- 
riage, which  leads  to  many  complications. 

BLUE  WHITE  AND  PERFECT— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  Fast-moving  mystery  with  I.loyd  Nolan  as 
the  detective  Michael  Shayne  who  leaves  his  fiancee, 
Mary  Beth  Hughes,  to  board  a  luxury  liner  cruise 
to  Hawaii  to  pursue  a  gang  of  Nazi  saboteurs. 

BOMBAY  CLIPPER — Universal:  Stolen  jewels 
provide  the  motive  for  a  lot  of  thrilling  goings-on 
aboard  the  Pacific  Clipper.  Newspaperman  William 
Gargan    is    determined    to    discover    the  jewels 

and  there's  a  strange  assortment  of  characters 
aboard  the  plane.  Irene  Hervey  provides  the 
romantic  interest.  (April) 

BORN  TO  5-/.VG— M-G-M :  A  clever  little 
comedy-musical,  with  Leo  Gorcey,  Ray  .McDonald 
and  Rags  Ragland  trying  to  get  back  from  a  crooked 
show  producer  the  music  written  by  Virginia 
Weidler's  father.  The  youngsters  score  brightly 
and  tiny  Richard  Hall  is  a  panic,  (-\prin 


Pictures  Reviewed  in  This  Issue 


Affairs  Of  Jimmy  Valentine   101 

Corpse  Vanishes,  The    100 

I  Married  An  Angel    99 

I  Was  Framed    101 






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In  This  Our  Life  

Juke  Girl  

Man  Who  Wouldn't  Die,  The 
Mississippi  Gambler 



Murder  In  The  Big  House 

My  Gal  Sal  

Mystery  of  Marie  Roget,  The 

Rings  On  Her  Fingers   

Saboteur    .  .  . 

Scattergood  Rides  High 
Sing  For  Your  Supper 
Spoilers,  The 

Suicide  Squadron  .  .  . 

Take  A  Letter,  Doriing 

Tortilla  Flat  

True  To  The  Army 

Twin  Beds   

Whispering  Ghosts   

Wife  Takes  A  Flyer,  The   

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

HKOOKl.YN  ORCHID— Hal  Roach-U.A.:  Wil- 
liam Bcndix,  owner  of  a  fleet  of  taxicabs,  is  mar- 
ried to  Grace  Bradley  and  Joe  Sawyer  is  married 
to  Florinc  McKinney  who  doesn't  like  Miss  Brad- 
ley. But  when  a  third  woman  enters  the  picture, 
the  turmoil  gets  Koingi  •<  doesn't  get  anywhere. 
Marjorie  Woodworth  is  beautiful,  (April) 

BULLET  SCARS— WarneTs:  Regis  Toomcy  is  a 
doctor  called  upon  to  treat  a  wounded  gangster  and 
he  conceives  a  clever  idea  for  being  rescued  from 
mob  leader  Howard  daSylva  who  is  detaining  him 
because  he  knows  too  much.  Toomey's  prescription 
for  the  wounded  man  brings  help,  and  you  never 
saw  such  shooting.  Vou  never  saw  such  a  picture, 
either.  (June) 

✓  BUTCH  MINDS  THE  B^/jy— Universal : 
Typical  Damon  Runyon,  amusing  and  completely  in 
character  is  this  comedy  of  a  paroled  convict, 
Broderick  Crawford,  who  saves  young  widow  \'ir- 
ginia  Bruce  from  suicide  and  falls  in  love  with  her 
baby.  Brod  even  gets  \'irginia  a  job  in  a  night 
club  run  by  crook  Porter  Hall  and  agrees  to  mind 
the  baby  while  she's  at  work.  With  Dick  Foran  as 
Virginia's  cop  suitor.  (June) 

This  timely  picture  is  about  the  training  of  bush 
country  recruits  to  become  R.C.A.F.  flyers,  and 
has  many  exciting  moments.  The  story  has  Jimmy 
Cagney  as  an  undisciplined  sky-riding  hijacker  who 
earns  the  enmity  of  pUots  Dennis  .Morgan,  Reginald 
Gardiner  and  Alan  Hale  for  his  unethical  conduct, 
but  gets  regenerated.  With  Brenda  Marshall.  (May) 

M  G-M:  Another  winner,  packed  with  genial  en 
tertainnient,  is  this  latest  in  the  series,  in  which 
.Mickey  Rooney  must  take  out  poor  little  rich  girl, 
Donna  Reed,  who  finally  learns  a  few  tricks  and 
proves  a  sensation.  A>idy's  heart  still  belongs  to 
Ann  Rutherford,  however.  (May) 

Nancy  Coleman  is  the  British  girl  spy  who  lands  in 
a  New  York  hospital  where  John  Garfield  is  in- 
terning and  with  his  aid  brings  about  the  downfall 
of  a  Nazi  spy  ring.  Raymond  Massey  is  the  Nazi 
head  and  Moroni  Olsen  his  chief  henchman.  (May) 

DON'T  GET  PF.RSONAL—Vniversal:  Eccentric 
Hugh  Herbert  inherits  a  pickle  factory  which  spon- 
sors a  radio  program  featuring  Richard  Davies  and 
Jane  Frazee  in  a  newlywed  series.  Hugh  gets 
himself  all  mixed  up  in  a  plot  to  substitute  Anne 
Gwynne  for  Jane.  With  Mischa  Auer. 

Rathbone  is  the  ruthless  killer  who  hypnotizes  psy- 
chopathies into  killing  the  victims  of  Basil's  choos- 
ing, and  I.araine  Day  is  about  to  be  his  latest  vic- 
tim when  along  conies  out-of-work  actor  Lew  Ayres 
who  seeks  for  the  murderer.  It's  rather  interesting, 
but  if  this  is  what  Laraine  sacrificed  the  Kildare 
series  for,  she  lost  iu  the  deal.  (June) 

)/•  FLEET'S  IN.  TW£— Paramount:  This  gay 
niusical  is  fun  and  entertainment.  William  Holden 
is  a  shy  sailor  who  his  fellow  gobs  believe  is 
irresistible  to  women.  They  bet  he  can  kiss  Dorothy 
Lamour,  dance-hall  singer,  who  loathes  sailors, 
which  leads  to  many  complications.  With  Eddie 
Bracken,  Betty  Hutton,  Leif  Erikson  and  Jimmy 
Dorsey's  orchestra.  (April) 

FLY  BY  A'/C;//?'— Paramount:  Richard  Carlson 
has  to  escajie  the  law  because  he's  accused  of  mur- 
der, so  he  forces  artist  Nancv  Kelly  to  accompany 
him  so  she  won't  .sketch  his  picture  and  reveal  him 
to  the  police,  Xhe  result  is  plenty  of  trouble  and 
several .  harrowing  escapes. '  Albert  Basserman  and 
Martin  Kosleck  carry  important  roles.  (June) 

FOUR  JACKS  AND  A  //LL— RKO-Radio:  This 
old  story  provides  a  mediocre  background  for  the 
dancing  of  Ray  Bolger,  the  clowning  of  Eddie  Foy, 
Jr.,  and  the  singing  of  June  Havoc.  Anne  Shirley, 
through  a  fake  publicity  stunt,  secures  a  good  job 
for  night-club  musicians  Holger,  Foy,  Jack  Briggs 
and  William  Blees,  and  cabdriver  Desi  Arnaz  helps 
the  hoax  along.  (April) 

FRISCO  LIL — Universal:  Irene  Hervey  goes  to 
work  for  a  gambling  club  in  order  to  help  her  ol' 
gambling  daddy.  Minor  Watson,  hut  thi  alienates 
the  family  of  her  fiance,  Kent  Taylor,  who  are  the 
leaders  of  a  reform  organization.  (May) 

Gentleman  crook  Brian  Donlevy  surrenders  to  Pres- 
ton Foster  on  condition  that  Foster  adopt  his  baby. 
So  far  so  good,  but  when  the  baby's  mother,  Miriam 
Hopkins,  and  her  partner  in  crime,  Philip  Reed,  at- 
tempt to  ruin  the  girl's  happiness.  Donlevy  breaks 
out  of  prison  to  stop  them.  Miss  Hopkins  is  splendid 
as  the  awful  mother,  but  the  story  doesn't  matter 
much.  (June) 

GENTLEMAN  AT  HEART.  ^— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  Cesar  Romero,  clever,  money -making  bookie, 
tries  to  enter  the  world  of  art  because  he's  fallen 
for  Carole  Landis,  who  runs  an  art  dealer's  shop. 
His  endeavors  lead  to  a  lot  of  laughs.  Milton  Berle 
gives  his  characteristic  performance  as  Romero's 
chiseling  associate  and  J.  Carrol  Naish,  a  painter 
who  copies  masterpieces,  is  very  funny. 

sal: It  .seems  the  monster  is  still  alive,  this  time 
played  by  I.on  Chaney,  so  Sir  Cedric  Hardwicke 
decides  to  give  him  a  nice,  kind  new  brain,  but 

See  Irene  Dunne  in  "LADY  IN  A  JAM/'  a  Universal  Picture 

JULY.  1942 




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after  a  double-cross  he  gets  the  sly  brain  of  Bela 
I-uKosi,  so  things  arc  just  as  bad  as  before.  Ralph 
Bellamy  and  Evelyn  Ankers  are  romantic,  even 
with  all  the  weird  goings-on.  (June) 

GOLD  RUSH,  T//£— Chaplin:  A  must  for 
everyone  is  this  re-issue  of  Chaplin's  never-tobe- 
for^ottcn  comedy.  The  narration  takes  the  place  of 
the  subtitles,  and  those  who  laughed  and  wept  at  the 
silent  version  will  find  its  emotion-stirring  qualities 
as  lively  as  ever,  and  the  adventures  of  the  little 
tramp  in  the  gold-mad  Klondike  as  appealing  as 
ever.  (June) 

\/^  GREAT  MAN'S  LADY,  T//£— Paramount : 
Barbara  Stanwyck  does  a  wonderful  job  as  the  very 
old  lady  who  reveals  to  a  young  biographer  the  story 
of  her  part  in  the  life  history  of  a  great  senator, 
Joel  McCrea,  from  the  time  of  her  elopement  with 
him.  McCrea  is  very  good  as  the  weakling  molded 
into  a  great  man  by  a  greater  woman,  and  Brian 
Donlevy  is  the  strong  man  in  her  life.  (June) 

\/;\/'  INVADERS.  r//£— Columbia :  An  impres- 
sive masterpiece,  this  story  of  seven  Nazis  stranded 
on  Canadian  soil.  The  performances  of  I.e<ilie 
Howard  as  a  vacationing  author,  Laurence  Olivier, 
a  French-C^anadian  trapper,  and  Raymond  Massey, 
a  Canadian  soldier,  are  outstanding.  But  equally 
fine  are  Niall  MacGinnis,  Eric  Portraan  and  Glynis 
Johns.  (May) 

\/'  IT  STARTED  WITH  £F£— Universal:  By 
all  odds  Durbin's  best  picture,  this  has  her  as  a 
hat-check  girl  who  pinch-hits  for  Robert  Cumming's 
fiancee,  since  his  dying  father,  Charles  Laughton, 
demands  to  see  the  girl  his  son  will  marry.  But 
Laughton's  so  pleased  with  her  that  he  proceeds  to 
get  well,  which  causes  no  end  of  difficulties.  (May) 

JAIL  HOUSE  BLC/fij'— Universal:  Nat  Pendle- 
ton, who  has  been  pardoned  from  prison,  refuses 
to  leave  because  he  wants  to  remain  in  stir  to  pro- 
duce the  big  prison  show,  but  when  Ralf  Harolde 
escapes,  Nat  goes  after  him  and  meets  Anne 
Gwynne  and  singer  Robert  Paige. 

✓  JOE  SMITH,  AMERICAN— MG-M:  Robert 
Young,  an  average  American  working  in  a  de- 
fense plant,  is  kidnaped  by  enemy  agents  and  tor- 
tured to  reveal  details  of  a  bomb  sight.  How  he 
lives  up  to  his  patriotic  ideals  makes  a  fine,  con- 
vincing film.  Marsha  Hunt  as  his  wife,  and  Darryl 
Hickman  as  their  son,  are  very  good.  (April) 

y}/  JUNGLE  BOOK—KorAa:  A  pageantry  of 
sound  and  color  and  beauty,  with  Sabu  as  the  boy 
raised  by  wolves  who  is  forced  by  the  tiger  to  take 
refuge  in  a  small  village.  There  he  finds  his  real 
mother,  Rosemary  de  Camp,  but  when  the  greedy 
men  of  the  village  learn  he  guards  the  secret  of 
hidden  treasures  they  force  him  back  to  the  jungle. 
It's  novel  and  delightfully  fantastic  entertainment. 

\/  KID  GLOVE  KILLER— U-G-U:  Intelligent 
writing,  acting,  and  directing  combine  to  make  this 
B  picture  one  to  shout  about.  \'an  Heflin  as  the 
scientific  crime  detective,  Lee  Bowinan  his  friend 
and  a  killer  who  places  a  bomb  in  the  reform 
mayor's  car,  and  Marsha  Hunt  as  the  girl  who 
almost  marries  Bowman,  are  all  excellent.  (June) 

\/^\/^  KINGS  ROW— Warners:  Here  is  a  superb 
drama,  telling  the  story  of  five  children  from  their 
schooldays  to  adulthood.  Ronald  Reagan  is  the  town 
sport  who  loves  Nancy  Coleman,  daughter  of 
sadistic  doctor  Charles  Coburn.  Ann  Sheridan  is 
the  girl  who  loves  Reagan  and  Robert  Cummings 
is  the  psychiatrist  who  is  Reagan's  friend.  All 
performances  are  terrific.  (May) 

KLONDIKE  FURY— Monogram:  This  is  the  same 
old  story  of  a  doctor,  Edmund  Lowe,  who  loses  a 
patient  while  operating,  flees  the  whole  mess  like  a 
weakling,  then  is  faced  with  the  same  operation  in  a 
new  environment.  Bill  Henry  is  an  embittered 
cripple,  Lucile  Fairbanks  his  sw-eetheart,  and  Ralph 
Morgan  a  backwoods  M.D,  (June) 

LADY  FOR  A  A'/CHT— Republic:  Above  all  else, 
Joan  Blondell,  who  runs  a  gambling  boat,  wants  to 
become  a  lady  of  Southern  gentility,  so  she  forces 
Ray  Middleton  to  marry  her  and  steps  right  into  un- 
happiness.  John  Wayne  as  the  real  hero,  Middleton, 
Blanche  Yurka  and  Edith  Barrett  are  very  good, 
but  the  picture  isn't.  (April) 

LADY  HAS  PLANS.  THH— Paramount :  Comedy, 
drama  and  romance,  with  Paulette  Goddard  as  an 
American  radio  war  correspondent  who  is  mis- 
taken for  a  spy  who  has  secret  plans  tattooed  on 
her  back.  Ray  Milland  is  a  news  correspondent. 
Hilariously  funny.  (April) 

LADY  IS  WILLING,  THfi— Columbia:  A  tired 
story  of  an  actress,  Marlene  Dietrich,  who  finds  a 
baby  and  subsequently  marries  a  baby  specialist. 
Fred  MacMurray,  for  two  reasons;  in  order  to  have 
the  husband  required  by  law  for  legal  adoption,  and 
because  a  doctor  will  be  handy.  (April) 

LARCENY,  /A'C— Warners:  Eddie  Robinson, 
Broderick  Crawford  and  Edward  Brophy  open  up  a 
store  ne.\t  to  a  bank  as  a  front  and  then  start  tun- 
nelling under  to  the  vaults.  But  they  become  so 
fascinated  by  their  success  as  legitimate  business 
men  that  they  decide  to  give  up  robbing  the  bank, 
until  .Anthony  Quinn,  a  pal  from  prison,  decides 
otherwise.  With  Jane  Wyman  and  Jack  Carson. 
(J  une) 

V^y  .MALE  ANIMAL.  THE— Warners:  A  man- 
sized  panic,  this  hilarious  comedy  of  an  English 
professor,  Henry  Fonda,  his  beautiful  wife,  Olivia 
de  Havilland,  and  Jack  Carson,  ex-football  player 
who  returns  to  the  college  and  almost  breaks  up 
Fonda's  happy  home.  Besides  this  problem,  Fonda 
almost  get  dismissed  from  college  because  he's  ac- 
cused of  being  a  Red.  Joan  Leslie  and  Herbert 
-Anderson  add  to  the  fun.  (June) 

Columbia:  John  Howard  is  the  high-minded  hero 
who  after  escaping  a  murder  charge  by  fleeing  to 
California,  learns  that  the  man  who  sought  his  life 
is  now  himself  accused  of  murdering  Howard  and 
treks  all  the  way  back  to  aid  his  enemy.  It's  all 
pretty  boring.  (May) 

MAN  WITH  TWO  /./F£5— Monogram:  Ed- 
ward Norris,  following  an  accident,  awakens  from 
a  deathlike  stupor  to  be  possessed  with  the  soul  of 
a  gangster  who  was  executed  at  the  time  of  Nor- 
ris's  lapse  from  consciousness,  and  takes  over  the 
gangster's  activities  and  his  girl,  to  the  horror  of 
everyone  concerned.  It's  finally  all  explained  as 
being  a  nightmare,  but  really,  after  all!  (June) 

MAYOR  OF  44th  STREET,  T//E—RKO  Radio: 
In  order  to  aid  former  racketeer  Richard  Barthel- 
mess.  George  Murphy  takes  him  into  bis  business 
as  agent  for  dance  bands.  Anne  Shirley  looks  lovely 
but  she's  not  at  home  in  her  role  as  hoofer  assistant 
to  Mr.  Murphy.  (May) 

MISTER  K— Edward  Small-U.A.:  Leslie 
Howard  plays  the  modem  Pimpernel,  who  liberates 
artists,  scientists  and  great  men  held  in  Nazi  power. 
The  story  has  a  tendency  to  lag  in  spots  but  it's 
an  interesting  and  thrilling  picture.  Sir.  Howard 
and  Francis  Sullivan,  as  head  of  the  Gestapo,  give 
brilliant  performances.  (May) 

y  MR.  BUG  GOES  TO  TOWN— Paramount: 
For  sheer  delightful  novelty,  this  story  of  insect 
life  takes  the  prize.  There's  Hoppity,  the  hero 
grasshopper,  his  girl  friend.  Honey,  plus  many 
other  beautiful  characters.  (May) 

yy  MY  FAVORITE  BLONDE— Paramount: 
The  howl  of  the  month  is  this  riotous  farce  in  which 
British  agent  Madeleine  Carroll,  who's  pursued  by 
Nazi  agents,  takes  refuge  with  vaudevillian  Bob 
Hope  and  accompanies  him  West.  You  never  saw- 
such  a  procession  of  mixups  as  these  two  get  in  and 
out  of;  it  would  take  your  breath  away  if  you 
weren't  using  it  for  laughter.  (June) 

Century-Fox:  Joseph  Allen  Jr.  grows  tired  of  his 
superior  wife,  Lynn  Bari,  so  turns  for  comfort 
to  blonde  charmer  Mary  Beth  Hughes.  Then  Nils 
Asther  steps  into  the  fray  only  to  get  killed.  What 
a  waste  of  a  fine  actor  like  .Asther!  (May) 

y  NIGHT  OF  JANUARY  16TH.  THE— Para- 
mount: Secretary  Ellen  Drew  is  accused  of  murder- 
ing her  boss,  Nils  .Asther,  until  Robert  PrestoQ 
comes  to  her  rescue.  Well  acted,  directed  and  writ- 
ten, it's  a  good  movie. 

NO  HANDS  ON  THE  CLOCK— Paramount: 
Chester  Morris  is  a  private  detective  honeymooning 
with  Jean  Parker  in  Reno  when  the  son  of  a  wealthy 
rancher  disappears,  and  Jean  eggs  Chester  on  to 
take  the  case.  Halfway  through,  she  wishes  she 
hadn't  been  so  persuasive,  what  with  all  the  Reno- 
vated widows  who  clutter  up  the  story.  Dick  Pur- 
cell,  .Astrid  .Allwyn  and  Rose  Hobart  round  up 
the  cast.  (June) 

Here  is  the  best  screen  fight  you've  seen  in  many 
a  day.  It  takes  place  between  Brod  Crawford,  hero 
mining  engineer  who  invades  a  community  in 
Alaska,  and  Lon  Chaney  Jr.,  the  villain  of  the 
place.  Comedy  honors  are  stolen  by  Willie  Fung 
and  Keye  Luke.  (April) 

PACIFIC  BLACKOUT— Paramount:  Robert  Pres- 
ton, inventor  of  an  aircraft  rangefinder,  is  framed 
by  secret  Nazi  official  Philip  Merivale  and  Eva 
Gabor  and  convicted  on  a  murder  charge.  But  he 
escapes  and  Martha  O'DriscoU  helps  him  locate 
saboteurs.    Lots  of  get-up-and-go  about  it.  (.April) 

PARDON  MY  STRIPES— RepuhWc:  Newspaper 
reporter  Sheila  Ryan  so  befuddles  football  player 
Bill  Henry  who  is  now  working  for  gangster  Harold 
Huber  that  he  accidentally  loses  a  bag  of  money 
out  of  a  train  window  and  it  falls  into  a  prison 
yard.  When  prosecuted,  he  goes  to  prison  and 
tries  to  find  the  money. 

yy  REAP  THE  WILD  »^/.VD— Paramount: 
Another  (Tecil  B.  DeMille  thrill-packed,  rip-snort- 
ing adventure  story  of  ships  and  men  and  women 
of  the  lS40's.  In  Key  West,  Paulette  Goddard 
meets  John  Wayne,  captain  of  a  wrecked  vessel, 
and  falls  in  love  with  him.  In  Charleston  she 
meets  Ray  Milland,  attorney  for  Wayne's  shipping 
company.  The  rivalry  between  the  two  men 
results  in  a  thrilling  climax.  (May) 

mount: William  Holden  is  the  small-town  boy  who 
fights  the  town's  politicians.  When  his  predicament 
becomes  too  involved,  the  ghost  of  his  hero,  Andrew 
Jackson,  comes  to  his  rescue  and  summons  George 
Washington,  "Thomas  Jefferson  and  other  heroes  to 
assist  him.  Ellen  Drew  is  the  girl  who  stands  by 
Holden.  (April) 

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The  Latest  Dance  Steps 

{^Continued  from  page  4)   hit,  Katie 
Hepburn  got  "Woman  Of  The  Year" 
written  just  for  her  .  .  .  she  sold  that  to 
'     M-G-M  at  a  terrific  figure  .  .  .  scored 
;     another  hit  .  .  .  and  knew  she'd  dis- 
j     covered  the  right  pattern  for  herself 
'     ...  so  she  got  still  another  stoi-y 
i     written  around  her  own  talents  .  .  . 
\     and  this  one  she  owns  a  quarter  of 
I   ^.  .  .  twenty-three  percent  to  be  exact 
'     ...  it's  called  "Without  Love"  .  .  . 
Katie  has  been  cleaning  up  on  the 
road  with  it  .  .  .  heading  it,  naturally, 
I     toward  Broadway  and  then  toward 
I     movies  .  .  ..  and  all  the  time,  all  her 
i     business  shrewdness  staying  so  com- 
pletely glamorous  and  feminine  that 
[     one  Hollywood  gentleman  can  barely 
1     eat  his  meals,  troubled  as  he  is  with 
I     thoughts  of  love  for  her  (and  we  don't 

mean  Garson  Kanin).  .  .  . 
I  Maureen  O'Sullivan,  with  her  love- 
ly, gentle  beauty,  is  a  very  different 
type  .  .  .  for  Maureen  is  and  has  been 
ever  since  the  first  day  she  met  John 
Farrow  a  woman  in  love  .  .  .  and 
you  will  probably  remember  that  from 
the  day  that  England  entered  the  war, 
John  Farrow  has  been  in  service  until 
just  a  month  or  so  ago  when  his  ill 
health  forced  him  to  retire  from  active 
j     duty.  .  .  . 

During  all  this  time  Maureen  was 
no  "movie  wife"  .  .  .  she  did  a  few 
pictures  because  there  wasn't  enough 
1^  '  income  from  Johnny's  war  salary  to 
!  ..  support  all  three  of  them,  John  and 
]■  Maureen  and  their  baby  .  .  .  but  the 
'  moment  she  was  free  of  a  picture,  she 
;  flew  to  Canada  to  spend  whatever 
I     time  she  had  with  John.  .  .  . 

Then  John,  very  ill,  came  back  to 
I     Hollywood  and  Maureen  went  with 
J  _  him  down  to  the  desert  to  nurse  him 
j     back  to  health  .  .  .  she  never  gave  her 
career  a  glance  during  that  interval 
...  but  today  John  is  well  enough  to 
be  directing  "Wake  Island"  ...  so  a 
happy  Maureen  goes  beaming  about 
Hollywood   .   .   .   Sol  Lesser  having 
bought  the  right  to  the  "Tarzan"  sto- 
ries and  intending  to  produce  them 
with  Johnny  Weissmuller  and  little 
i     Johtmy  Sheffield  in  their  usual  roles 
,     wants  Maureen,  naturally,  for  Jane  .  .  . 
j     so  Maureen  has  signed  for  just  those 
'     two  pictures  a  year  .  .  .  enough  income 
to  protect  herself  and  her  baby  if 
John  gets  strong  enough  to  go  back 
to  service  once  more.  .  .  . 

Ah,  there  are  so  many  stories  of 
j     goofy  Hollywood  reactions  to  the  war 
.  .  .  swell  stories  like  Metro's  intend- 
ing to  call  "Joe  Smith,  American,"  by 
!     a  new  title,  "Highway  To  Freedom," 
j    when  they  sent  it  to  Australia  .  .  . 
I    but   the   Aussies   cabled   that  they 
wanted  the  original  title  .  .  .  because 
they  love  us  and  the  American  way 
down  in  Australia  .... 

So   that's   Hollywood   in  wartime, 
sometimes  wilful,  sometimes  wacky, 
but  always  and  forever  wonderful. 
The  End 

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this  step — and  before  you  know  it  you'll 
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To  introduce  you  to  this  famous  new 
method.  Mr.  Murray  is  offering  you  his 
brand  new  dance  book.  In  this  remarkable 
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of  leading  and  folloioinp.  He  gives  you  the 

very  pointers  that  make  a  dancer  gain  the 
admiration  of  his  partner.  And  if  you  are 
not  quite  sure  of  the  many  courtesies  of  the 
dance,  you  can  dismiss  your  fears  as  soon 
as  you  get  this  book. 

Here  are  over  30  photographs  and  dia- 
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one  glance  than  most  stars  0 
can  with  ten  pages  of  script! 

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Your  War 


TRUTH  which  is  beginning  to  seep  through  into  oux' 
consciousness  has  been  recognized  in  England  for 
more  than  a  year  as  the  revolution  that  it  is.  Wo- 
men are  shattering  the  last  shackles  which  have  bound 
them.  In  the  winning  of  this  war  which  is  consuming  all 
effort  and  all  dreams  women  are  stepping  into  a  new 

This  becomes  clear  to  anyone  who  listens  to  Anna 
Neagle,  the  golden  bright  star  whose  English  film  of 
Queen  Victoria's  life  and  whose  American  performances 
in  "Nurse  Edith  Cavell,"  "Irene"  and  "Sunny"  have  given 
audiences  many  memorable  moments.  Miss  Neagle  had 
just  touched  American  shores,  after  crossing  the  Atlantic 
on  a  troopship  carrying  hundreds  of  young  men  to 
Canada  where  they  will  be  welded  into  an  Empire  scheme 
of  training  pilots.  For  eight  months  she  had  been  in 
London  and  now  she  was  in  New  York  sitting  in  a  pent- 
house flooded  with  late  spring  sunshine  telling  the  story 
of  women  in  war. 

In  England  3,000,000  women  are  now  in  the  uniform  of 
the  armed  services.  They  are  flying  Spitfires,  ferrying 
bombers  to  distant  landing  fields,  standing  by  with  ground 
crews  to  rush  repairs,  to  speed  refueling,  to  grease  and 
overhaul  oil-spattered  engines  of  planes  returning  from 
combat.  They  are  donning  the  hip  boots  and  rubber 
jackets  of  the  fire  fighters,  steering  ambulances  around 
the  bomb-scarred  streets  of  small  English  villages  to 
bring  help  to  the  wounded. 

In  millions  of  jobs  there  is  no  longer  any  distinction  be- 
tween men  and  women,  except  that  in  many  factories, 

efficiency  tests  are  revealing  an  amazing  fact:  women  on 
production  lines  often  produce  more  goods  per  hour  than 
the  men  they  have  replaced. 

In  England,  3,000,000  women  in  uniform — in  America, 
by  the  year's  end,  6,000,000  women  in  war  factories;  500,000 
women  on  farms  reaping  harvests,  sewing  crops,  tending 

Ah-eady  you  have  seen  telegraph  company  caps  perched 
on  the  curls  of  girl  messengers,  elevators  operated  by 
women,  buses  run  by  feminine  drivers,  even  taxicabs 
operated  by  women. 

IN  HOLLYWOOD  producers  begin  to  cast  all-women 
films.  Joan  Crawford  succeeds  in  persuading  Metro  to 
allow  her  an  opportunity  to  direct  a  short  and — if  success- 
ful— a  feature-length  film,  so  that  eventually  her  contract 
will  have  her  working  one-third  as  actress  and  two-thirds 
as  director. 

Soon  you  will  see  Lana  Turner,  Joan  Bennett,  Hedy 
Lamarr  in  parts  calling  for  them  to  do  men's  jobs,  so  that 
gradually  the  idea  of  women's  working  on  an  equal  footing 
with  men  will  not  seem  so  strange.  For  Hollywood  is  the 
great  teacher,  its  blackboard  a  silver  screen  which  seldom 
bores  audiences  that  have  paid  for  the  privilege  of  being 

There  will  be  no  turning  back.  When  the  war  is  won — 
and  there  can  be  no  alternative  no  -matter  what  the  agony 
— women  must  go  on  from  this  new  position.  They  will 
bring  forth  the  new  generation,  and  will  share  equally  in 
its  destinies. 

JULY.  1942 



PHOTOPLAY  combiJied  with  movie  mirror 

She  married  Edward  Judson  for 
a  powerful  reason.  It's  the  same 
one  that's  causing  their  divorce 

BACK  in  the  lazy  early  Thirties, 
when  you  could  still  do  such 
things,  I  went  one  afternoon  to 
the  Inn  at  Caliente  for  late  lunch.  You 
could  sit  there  in  the  patio,  basking  in 
the  hot  Baja  California  sun,  sipping 
red  wine  and  watching  the  small  grey 
desert  doves  hopping  about  after 
crumbs;  also  sometimes  the  enter- 
tainers who  lived  and  worked  at  the 
hotel  would  come  in  for  a  drink,  look- 
ing quite  ordinary  and  not  at  all  like 
the  glittering  figures  they  would  be 
after  dark.  I  did  not  even  recognize 
the  Cansinos  that  day — The  Dancing 
Cansinos,  Eduardo  and  his  daughter 
Marguerita — until  a  man  at  the  next 
table  pointed  them  out  to  his  com- 

"She's  veiy  young,  but  she  has  the 
figure  already,"  he  said.  "You  see, 
there  by  the  fountain.  Stay  tonight 
and  watch  them.  Someday  she  may 
be  great,  so  the  critics  say.  .  .  ." 

Just  a  few  days  ago,  when  I  read 
that  Rita  Hayworth  was  divorcing  her 
graying,  oil-man  husband,  Edward 
Judson,  the  picture  of  Rita  as  she  was 
that  afternoon  at  Caliente  flashed  into 
my  mind;  a  dark,  Spanish-looking, 
overdressed  girl  with  black  hair 
growing  close  over  the  temples,  a 
mouth  too  wide  for  beauty.    Not  a 

The  Story  of  A  Daring  Fight  for  Freedom 

BY  mhm  PAHKER 

pretty  girl,  but  exciting  somehow. 
She  had  sat  with  her  father,  listening 
when  he  spoke,  nodding,  sometimes 
answering.  But  her  eyes,  eager  and  a 
little  wistful,  were  more  interested  in 
the  people  around  her. 

I  remembered,  too,  the  next  time  I 
had  seen  Marguerita  Cansino,  in  1940 
when  her  new  success  had  reached  its 
first  peak  and  everyone  was  saying, 
"Get  a  load  of  that  Hayworth  woman 
— she's  out  of  this  world."  We  were 
a  group  of  photographers  and  writers, 
come  to  the  Colonial  house  in  West- 
wood  that  Eddie  had  just  built  for  her. 
She  was  late,  but  Judson  kept  us 
amused  until  she  came  downstairs, 

The  last  visible  trace  of  Marguerita 
Cansino,  the  Caliente  entertainer,  was 
gone.  Here  was  a  stunning  girl,  wear- 
ing one  of  those  expensively  simple 
black  dresses  that  seem  to  hide,  while 
subtly  revealing,  the  body  beneath. 
Her  skin,  almost  swarthy  that  other 
time,  was  golden  now;  her  hair  was 
auburn  and  it  no  longer  grew  over  her 
temples — the  line  of  her  forehead  was 
widened,  changing  the  entire  struc- 
ture of  her  face. 

She  went  directly  to  Judson,  like  a 
child  presenting  herself  for  inspection. 
"All  right?"  she  asked. 

He  considered  her  for  a  moment, 
from  head  to  foot.  Then,  smiling,  he 
pointed  at  the  jeweled  clasp  she  had 
pinned  at  the  low  V  of  the  dress. 
"That  belongs  over  there,"  he  told  her, 
indicating  where.  She  changed  it 
immediately.  "Now  you  are  perfect," 
he  added.    "We  can  begin." 

The  photographers  reached  for  their 
equipment,  and  we  began. 

WHEN  Rita  Hayworth  said  good- 
by  to  Ed  Judson  a  few  weeks 
ago  she  was  taking,  at  long  last,  the 
final  step  on  her  pathway  to  freedom, 
a  road  she  chose  long  ago.  Eduardo 
Cansino,  a  Latin  and  a  good  Catholic, 
had  reared  his  daughter  in  the  oldest 
of  Spanish  traditions.  He  had  pro- 
vided her  with  a  duenna  so  that  she 
might  never  go  about  unaccompanied, 
unwatched.  He  had  refused  her  per- 
mission, when  she  was  through  with 
childhood,  to  accept  invitations  from 
or  make  engagements  with  men,  even 
boys  of  her  own  age.  He  had  de- 
cided that  she  would  be  a  dancer,  had 
taught  her  to  dance,  and  there  it  was. 

She  married  Ed  Judson  when  she 
was  seventeen,  because  she  believed 
she  loved  him  but  also  because,  al- 
though he  was  more  than  twice  as  old 
as  she,  he  offered  a  means  of  escape, 

JULY.  1942 


a  key  to  the  freedom  she  must  have. 
But  she  wanted  more  than  free- 
dom. She  wanted  stardom  in  Hol- 
lywood for  herself.  Eddie  was  rich, 
indulgent  and  shrewd.  He  made  her 
a  star. 

In  the  process  he  lost  her.  There 
may  be  some  men  who  can  essay  to 
be  husband,  lover,  business  manager 
and  adviser  to  a  young,  passionately 
individualistic  girl  and  succeed  in 
each  undertaking,  but  Judson  did  not. 
He  grew,  perhaps,  to  think  of  Rita  in 
terms  of  a  property,  to  be  improved 

Cameras  click  on  sight  of  Rita  Hay- 
worfh,  who  in  Fox's  "My  Gal  Sal" 
has   everything    Hollywood  wants 

and  guarded  constantly;  but  that,  in 
a  sense,  had  been  Eduardo  Cansino's 
attitude  toward  his  daughter,  too.  This 
is  not  to  say  that  Eddie  forgot  to  love 
his  wife. 

The  important  thing  is  that  she  has 
made  her  escape  from  what  she  has 
always  believed  was  domination,  but 
which  has  been  called  by  another 
name,  "guidance,"  if  you  like.  She 
believes  she  is  ready  to  try  it  on  her 
own,  now  after  all  the  years  of  obey- 
ing first  one  man,  then  a  second;  of 
not  being  able  to  choose  her  own 

clothes  or  the  location  of  her  eve- 
ning's entertainment,  or  decide  how 
she  would  work,  or  for  whom,  or  for 
how  much. 

Is  she  ready  for  such  a  responsi- 
bility, after  all? 

But  then  you  must  know  her  story, 
of  coui'se,  before  you  can  consider  the 
problem  that  is  hers  and  her  studio's 

HER  mother  was  an  English  stage 
actress,  born  in  Washington, 
D.  C,  but  her  father  was  the  third 
generation  of  Cansinos  and  this  dis- 
tinction meant  much  to  him.  Had  his 
daughter  bloomed  in  old  Seville  she 
could  not  have  been  better  protected 
from  contact  vidth  the  things  every 
girl  should  know,  particularly  about 

Edward  Judson,  in  his  forties,  was 
a  man  who  had  seen  much  of  the 
world,  lived  more  than  his  share  in 
the  years  of  his  time.  In  that  time  he 
had  been  the  husband  of  Hazel  Forbes, 
who  was  a  Follies  beauty  of  enormous 
sophistication  and  rare  experience. 
Now  he  wanted  fresh,  unspoiled  beau- 
ty, the  eager  arms  and  lips  of  a  girl 
who  had  given  her  arms  and  lips  to 
no  one  else,  ever. 

He  had  seen  what  most  women 
make  of  themselves.  He  wanted  a 
wife  he  could  mold,  secure  in  a  pat- 
tern of  his  own  choosing. 

In  return  he  offered  seciu'ity,  affec- 
tion, a  fine  home  with  servants,  the 
jewels  and  furs  and  luxuries  that 
money  can  buy. 

To  Rita,  this  seemed  what  she 
wanted  most  of  all.  Here  was  the 
Great  Adventure,  the  chance  to  break 
away  and  be  a  real,  grown-up  mar- 
ried lady,  with  a  home  of  her  own  and 
her  own  man  to  love  and  protect  her. 
With  all  this,  she  could  have  what  she 
had  been  taught  was  utterly  neces- 
sary: sanctified  respectability. 

If  freedom  she  must  have — and  she 
wanted  it  desperately — then  she  must 
marry  to  get  it. 

In  her  seventeen-year-old  way  she 
loved  Edward  Judson.  He  held 
glamour  for  her.  He  had  been  about 
the  world,  he  treated  her  with  suave, 
worldly  courtesy  and  restraint. 

And  for  all  her  enforced  seclusion 
little  Rita  had  a  certain,  if  theoretical, 
knowledge  of  romance  by  the  time  she 
was  introduced  to  him,  since  she  had 
come  with,  her  parents  to  Hollywood, 
had  done  some  extra  work  and  had 
even  been  considered  for  the  title 
role  in  "Ramona."  Darryl  Zanuck 
took  over  Twentieth  Century-Fox 
just  then  and  chose  Loretta  Young  in- 
stead, whereupon  Rita,  gathering  her 
courage  around  her,  changed  her 
name  to  Hayworth  and  contracted  to 
do  leads  in  quickies.  Each  one  took 
three  days  to  make  and  paid  her  S150 
apiece,  but  the  experience  they  gave 

her  was  a  greater  remittance. 

She  was  able  to  recognize  in  Eddie, 
you  see,  the  qualities  she  knew  were 
important  to  an  ambitious  youngster 
so  ill-prepared  for  the  Hollywood 
challenge  as  herself.  He  was  wise 
and  shrewd,  and  not  busy  with  a 
career  of  his  own.  He  had  taste,  and 
a  knowledge  of  showmanship,  a  criti- 
cal sense  about  women's  clothes.  He 
was  rich  enough  to  give  her  what  she 
wanted,  so  that  during  the  years 
necessary  to  get  where  she  was  going 
she  need  not  worry  about  food  or  rent. 
And  finally,  he  understood  about  her 
great  desire  to  become  an  actress,  ap- 
proved of  it,  wanted  to  help.  "I've 
done  everything  I  wanted  to  do,"  he 
told  her  during  one  of  their  evening 
drives  that  first  month  of  their  court- 
ship, "and  I'd  be  selfish  to  insist  that 
you  give  up  your  career  when  you 
may  amount  to  something." 

They  knew  they  were  in  love,  by 
then.  He  had  waited  a  week  after  their 
first  date  before  asking  her  dancing 
again,  but  because  he  was  who  he  was, 
and  what  he  was,  Rita's  father  made 
no  objection  when  the  engagements 
grew  more  frequent.  Eddie  showed 
Rita  things  she  had  never  seen  before 
— the  fights,  the  tennis  matches,  the 
smart  clubs;  and  he  took  her  to  con- 
certs, to  art  exhibits,  to  museums. 

In  him  she  recognized  a  different 
kind  of  love  from  the  self-centered, 
egotistic  passion  a  boy  of  her  own 
age  would  have  offered.  He  was 
sensible  primarily  of  her  emotions  and 
feeUngs,  thoughtfiil  of  her  whims  and 
moods;  he  was  lover  and  counselor 
and  teacher,  all  in  one.  He  saw  her 
as  she  could  one  day  be,  a  lovely, 
accomplished,  distinguished  creature. 
She  needed  confidence  in  herself,  a 
guiding  hand  to  give  her  a  sense  of 

THESE  things  he  could  do  for  her. 
There  was,  of  course,  another  mat- 
ter to  consider.  He  was  middle-aged, 
she  was  still  the  embodiment  of  youth, 
as  sparkling  and  fresh  as  a  first  spring 

She  did  not  care.  She  had  lived 
always  in  adult  company,  and  she  had 
never  had  another  beau  with  whom 
to  compare  Eddie.  She  knew  nothing 
of  the  sharp  high  beauty  or  stormy 
impulse  intrinsic  in  the  love  of  youth 
with  youth. 

So,  one  day  when  she  drove  him  to 
the  station  to  catch  a  train  for  New 
York,  he  asked  her  to  marry  him: 
and  as  he  swung  aboard  she  shouted 
after  him,  "Yes!"  She  told  her  family 
that  night,  refuting  all  their  protests 
and  arguments  with  a  simple  state- 
ment that  she  knew  what  she  was 
about,  that  her  mind  was  made  up: 
and  on  the  day  he  returned  she  drove 
by  his  house,  sounded  her  horn,  and. 
when  he  came  {Continued  on  page  76) 


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The  true  story  behind 

THE  mm[  m  of  lew  \\m 

These  facts  migEit  never  fiave  been  revealed;  but  you, 
our   readers,   have   asked   for  the   challenging  truth 


Every  year  in  Lew  Ayres's  past 
had  been  an  unconscious  prepara- 
tion for  what  happened  to  him  in 
"All  Quiet  On  The  Western  Front" 

LEW  AYRES  refused  to  fight  for  his 
'  He  went  to  the  Oregon  camp 
for  Conchies  (conscientious  objectors) 
where  he  will  clear  brush  and  fell 
trees  and  cut  fire  tracks  until  the  end 
of  the  war — unless  he's  transferred  to 
the  Medical  Corps. 

Doing  this  Lew  risked  many  things. 
He  risked  the  smiles  of  the  pretty 
girls  which  he  loves  well,  the  respect 
of  his  friends  and  coworkers,  his 
motion-picture  stardom  and  the  for- 
tune it  represents  to  him. 

These  aren't  things  anyone  risks 

Quietly,  Lew  explained  his  stand. 

"No  one  really  wants  war  .  .  ."  he 
said.  "And  it's  my  opinion  we  never 
will  stop  wars  until  we  individually 

JULY,  1942 

cease  fighting  them  and  that's  what  I 
propose  to  do.  I  propose  we  proclaim 
a  moratorium  on  all  presumed  debts 
of  evil  done  us,  that  we  start  afresh 
by  wiping  the  slate  clean  and  con- 
tinuing to  wipe  it  clean  .  .  . 

"I  believe  in  nonresistance  to 
evil  .  .  . 

"I  believe  we  cannot  live  in  Utopia 
without  first  becoming  Utopian  .  .  ." 

Ten  years  ago  or  more  it  might 
have  been  understandable  for  Lew 
to  think  in  such  terms,  but  not  today. 
For  ten  years  and  more  we  of  the 
democracies  practiced  nonresistance  to 
evil.  Unwilling  to  turn  the  earth  and 
the  sky  and  the  sea  into  a  battlefield, 
we  gave  the  Axis  powers  their  ag- 
gressive way.  They  murdered,  indi- 
vidually and  {Continued  on  page  81) 


. . .  can  make  the  final  decision:  How  you  stack 
up  as  a  person  against  the  little  girl  who  knew 
what  was  wrong  and  a  bigger  girl 
who  didn't  — but  found  out  just  in  time 

BY      mm  u.  mu 


ONE  new  and  shining  quarter. 
No  more  and  no  less. 
Betty  glared  at  it,  her  face 
screwed  up  until  she  looked  like  a 
belligerent  kitten.  Which  was  all  very 
well,  but  had  no  effect  upon  the  quar- 
ter. It  remained  the  only  one  of  its 
kind  on  the  premises,  it  was  all  there 
was,  there  wasn't  any  more. 

A  three-cent  stamp  for  her  letter 
to  Johnny.  Ten  cents  each  way  on 
the  bus  to  the  studio.  Even  if  she  had 
got  seventy  in  algebra,  Betty  knew 
that  made  twenty-three  cents. 

The  phone  call  from  the  studio  had 
been  pretty  unexpected  and  there  was 
always  the  fact  that  if  she  hadn't 
played  hooky  she  wouldn't  have 
been  there  to  answer  the  phone.  But 
school  got  so  dumb  and  as  long  as 
she  had  been  home,  she  ought  to  go. 
They  were  very  nice  at  the  studio 
because  Dad  used  to  work  there.  They 
gave  Mom  and  Betty  extra  work 
whenever  they  thought  about  it,  but 
they  were  pretty  busy.  When  they 
saw  you,  it  reminded  them.  Mom 
wouldn't  ever  amount  to  anything,  she 
hated  it,  but  Betty  was  pretty  sure 
she  had  a  future  if  she  could  just 
hurry  up  and  develop  so  she  could 
wear  a  sweater  and  look  grown-up. 
There  had  been  chipped  beef  again  for 
dinner  last  night  and  the  rent  guy 
had  been  around  twice,  so  Betty  fig- 
ured it  was  time  to  remind  them  over 
at  the  studio  again.  The  phone  call 
made  it  easy.  Except  the  twenty  cents 
bus  fare. 

Because  there  was  this  business 
about  a  Defense  Stamp.  Tomorrow 
was  the  last  day  and  all  the  girls  in 
her  class  had  agreed  they'd  start  a 
little  book  of  them  and  bring  them  to 
class  to  show  Miss  Ames.  Miss  Ames, 
who  wasn't  too  awful  for  a  teacher, 
had  started  something  when,  very 
quietly,  she  had  read  them  an  edi- 
torial from  a  newspaper — just  as  if 
they  were  grownups.  It  had  been 
called  "On  Me  Alone"  and  it  began 
with  a  quotation  from  the  diary  of 
Martin  Treptow,  who  fell  at  Chateau 
Thierry  in  1918: 

"America  must  win  this  war.  There- 
fore I  will  work;  I  will  save;  I  will 
sacrifice;  I  will  endure;  I  will  fight 
cheerfully  and  do  my  utmost,  as  if 
the  whole  struggle  depended  on  me 
alone.  .  .  ." 

After  she  had  finished,  the  class- 
room had  been  very  still.  Then  Miss 
Ames  had  said  just  five  words:  "This 
means — on  you  alone." 

When  school  was  over  for  the 
day,  the  girls  had  got  together  and 
decided  on  their  plan  for  a  class 
Defense  Stamp  book.  Miss  Ames  said 
it  was  a  great  idea  and  she  knew 
they'd  measure  up  a  hundred  percent. 
Naturally,  if  you  were  the  one  who 
spoiled  that,  you'd  stand  out  like  a 
sore  thumb  all  right.  Miss  Ames  said 
if  they  had  to  make  some  sacrifice,  if 
they  could  earn  the  quarter  them- 
selves, so  much  the  better.  .  .  . 

Of  course  the  studio  only  wanted 
her  for  a  still  picture.  She'd  had  three 

days'  work  weeks  ago  playing  a 
couple  of  scenes  where  she  was  sup- 
posed to  be  Myrna  Loy  before  Myrna 
grew  up.  Mom  had  had  to  take  aU  of 
that  except  the  quarter.  Of  course  if 
she  mentioned  it  at  the  studio  now, 
someone  there  would  probably  give 
her  another  quarter.  But  Mom  might 
find  out  and  she"d  throw  a  fit,  the  way 
she  did  that  time  when  she  borrowed 
a  dollar  off  Mickey  Rooney.  Mom  had 
funny  ideas;  she  said  they  mustn't 
ever  let  people  in  Hollywood  know 
how  broke  they  were  since  Daddy 
died,  they  must  keep  up  a  front.  As 
though  Rooney  would  tell!  He  was 
a  good  guy  for  an  actor.  So  asking 
for  a  quarter  back  for  expenses  was 
out.  Mom  cried  enough  as  it  was. 

She  did  want  to  send  her  letter  to 

So  you  were  supposed  to  buy  a 
Defense  Stamp.  So  what? 

BETTY  sat  on  the  rickety  steps  and 
regarded  the  ocean  with  a  jaun- 
diced eye  while  she  tried  to  make  up 
her  mind.  The  ocean  looked  swell 
again  today.  After  the  long  rainy 
winter,  when  the  mud  sluiced  down 
from  the  paUsades  and  made  the 
waves  yellow  against  the  sand,  after 
weeks  when  the  gray  clouds  hung  so 
low  the  sea  mirrored  that  same  color, 
it  was  grand  to  find  it  a  deep,  fi'iendly 
blue  again. 

It  meant  that  summer  wasn't  so 
very  far  away  now.  And  summer 
from  Santa  {Continued  cm  page  32) 


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Monica  to  Santa  Barbara  was  heaven 
for  kids — summer  at  Las  Tunas  was 
one  hundred  percent  heaven  for 
Betty.  Wearing  your  bathing  suit  or 
your  shorts  all  day  long,  swimming 
three  or  four  times  a  day,  tramping 
up  in  the  hills  after  rabbits,  lying  on 
the  sand  in  the  hot  sun  and  getting 
a  swell  tan,  going  up  to  Malibu  with 
the  other  kids  to  play  tennis,  and  she 
was  getting  pretty  good,  too,  for  four- 
teen. Even  Johnny  said  so,  and 
Johnny  was  super. 

They  had  all  made  a  pact  at  the 
end  of  last  summer.  They  would 
all  come  back,  honest-to-goodness. 
Johnny's  mother  had  carted  him  off 
to  New  York,  and  Bitsy's  father  was  a 
doctor  and  he  was  always  squawking 
about  it  was  too  far  for  a  busy  doctor, 
and  Ted  and  Matthew's  folks  talked 
about  sending  them  to  a  dude  ranch 
for  the  summer,  and  Sally's  folks  had 
moved  to  San  Diego  because  her 
father  had  a  job  in  an  airplane  fac- 
tory. .  .  . 

But  that  was  all  winter  stuff.  It 
wasn't  too  important.  Parents,  after 
all,  ought  to  think  about  their  chil- 
dren and  what  was  good  for  them, 
and  they  usually  did  if  you  kept  at  it 
long  enough  and  hard  enough  and 
often  enough.  So  they  had  all  agreed 
to  make  their  folks  come  back  to 
Malibu  no  matter  what. 

Of  course  Betty  stayed  there  in  the 
winter  too  and  went  to  Santa  Monica 
to  school.  Not  exactly  at  Malibu. 
Malibu  was  beautiful  and  exclusive 


A  warm  number,  thought 
Betty,  eyeing  the  girl  in 
the  car.  You  could  tell 
because  she  wore  so 
much  lipstick  and  that 
sweater  —  the  Hays 
Office  would  have  some- 
thing to  say  if  she  ever 
wore  it  in  a  picture 

and  filled  with  movie  stars  and  direc- 
tors and  writers  who  got  big  salaries. 
But  Las  Tunas  was  only  a  little  way 
on  your  bike  and  Johnny  was  swell, 
too,  about  getting  her  in  his  mother's 
station  wagon  and  bringing  her  home 
when  they  stayed  late  and  cooked 
hot  dogs  on  the  beach. 

When  they  said  good-by,  they  all 
hollered,  "See  you  next  summer  for 
sure,"  and  that  was  really  the  pact. 

Johnny  had  made  his  mother  prom- 
ise all  right  and  Johnny  said  his 
mother  was  a  little  screwy,  being  a 
writer,  but  she  had  never  broken  a 
promise.  And  Johnny  sent  Betty  a 
picture  of  himself  in  his  New  York 
Military  Academy  uniform,  which  was 
super,  too.  His  last  letter,  even,  said, 
"I  will  be  seeing  you  this  summer  at 
good  old  Malibu.  I  like  it  here  a  lot. 
I  am  on  the  rifle  team  which  is  okay, 
but  I  will  sure  be  glad  to  see  good  old 
Malibu,  you  bet,  love,  Johnny." 

Now  everything  was  changed. 
Everything  was  awful. 

The  quarter  in  her  hand  felt  sticky, 
she  was  clutching  it  so  hard. 

Right  out  there  in  that  ocean  where 
they  had  been  swimming  every  sum- 
mer since  they  were  little  kids,  where 
they  took  their  kayaks  and  went  pad- 
dling clear  out  to  the  fishing  barge, 
were  submarines.  Last  summer,  if 
you  saw  a  stick  coming  out  of  the 
water  with  a  flag  on  it,  you  knew  it 
had  drifted  down  from  the  "Yank  In 
The  R.A.F."  location  at  Point  Doane, 
and    everybody    raced    through  the 

water  to  get  it  first.  This  simimer — 
that  was  just  around  the  corner — if 
you  saw  anything  sticking  up  out  of 
the  water,  it  might  be  a  submarine 
with  some  horrible,  mean  old  Japs, 
who  wanted  to  kill  people  and  were 
spoiling  everything. 

Last  summer,  when  everything  was 
simply  super,  they  used  to  watch  air- 
planes all  the  time,  Johnny  and  the 
other  kids  got  so  they  could  identify 
them  all  and  even  Betty  could  teU 
the  P-38  because  it  sort  of  had  two 
tails,  and  once  the  B-19  flew  over.  A 
ferry  pilot  was  stuck  on  Ailine's  big 
sister,  who  was  a  sort  of  a  dope  but 
pretty,  and  he  used  to  buzz  back  and 
forth  on  test  flights  and  they  all  got 
to  speak  to  {Continued  on  page  74) 

coios  mm\]  sekies 

^Lixuine  ^t^iiij:     Appearing  in 

M-G-M's  "Fingers  At  The 
Window"   page  33 

''Jiltcnc  iPc-wez:  Appearing  in 
Twentieth  Century-Fox's 
"This  Above  AH"       page  36 

^  ulct  yllaliite:  Appearing  In 
Twentieth  Century-Fox's 
"Footllght  Serenade" page  36 

ui^m::  Appearing  In 
Republic's  "In  Old  Cali- 
fornia"   page  37 

dc.uiT  (f^cnict^:  Appearing  In 
Twentieth  Century-Fox's 
"Orchestra  Wife"     page  37 

<=r^tcitc  ^^Udiiic:  Appearing  in 
Unlversal's  "Lady  In  A 

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a  man  marry 

m^?^   — 

Ensign  Wayne  Mor- 
ris: He  married 
on  /a  Navy  salary 

So  you  hove  your  answer  ready!  Wait 
a  minute — what  these  six  stars  say 
may  change  your  wedding  picture! 

SHOULD  we  marry  before  he  goes  to  war?" 
That  is  the  question  Hollywood  sweethearts, 
as  well  as  sweethearts  everywhere,  are  ask- 
ing.   With  long  separations,  unpredictable  futures 
ven    the    inevitable    possibility    of  tragedy 
stretching  ahead — what  is  young  love  in  Hollywood 
doing  about  marriage? 

The  emotional  urgency  of  war  is  great,  the  need 
of  security,  of  a  love  to  cling  to,  almost  over- 
whelming. Can  you  be  sure  what  is  the  best  thing 
to  do? 

Not  until  Jeffrey  Lynn  was  making  preparations 
to  leave  for  Army  duty  would  he  talk  freely  about 
his  ideas  on  marriage.  One  of  Hollywood's  few 
eligible  bachelors,  he  has  kept  his  friends,  his 
studio  and  his  public  guessing  about  the  status 
of  his  romances.  At  luncheon,  while  finishing 
"The  Body  Disappears,"  his  last  picture  before 
leaving  for  Fort  Moffet,  he  explained  for  the  first 
time  why  he  had  never  married  and  exactly  how 
he  felt  about  marrying  now  before  he  went  into 
the  Army. 

"I  would  be  afraid  to  marry  now,"  he  said.  "I 
am  the  kind  of  fellow  who  loves  a  home.  For  a 
long  time  I  have  wanted  to  get  mariied.  I  was 
afraid  to  get  married  while  I  was  working  in  mo- 
tion pictures.    I  would  be  even  more  afraid  now. 

"To  me  marriage  is  the  most  important  step  I 
could  make.  I  would  do  everything  within  my 
power  to  make  my  marriage  a  success.  My  wife, 
my  home  would  always  come  first.  Everything 
else  would  be  secondary. 

Richard  Travis,  a  "most 
called"  Hollywoodlan,  has 
mind  all  made  up 

likely  to  be 
his  marriage 
wouldn't  hesitate 


before  going 



"I  have  a  one-tiack  mind.  I  had  to  give  every- 
thing I  had  to  my  career.  I  didn't  dare  risk 
jeopardizing  my  work  by  worrying  how  my  wife 
might  react  to  the  way  I  did  certain  love  scenes 
or  see  her  put  the  wrong  interpretation  on  pub- 
hcity  stories  over  which  I  had  no  control.  If 
anything  I  did  hurt  her,  I  would  have  to  stop  it. 
Until  I  had  financial  security,  I  did  not  dare  inter- 
fere with  my  work. 

"By  the  same  token,  I  know  I  would  not  make 
as  good  a  soldier  married  as  I  will  single.  If  I 
had  a  wife,  I  would  count  the  days  until  I  could 
return  to  her.  I  wouldn't  be  as  ready  to  plunge 
into  anything  that  came  up.  I  would  be  inclined 
to  spare  myself.  I  wouldn't  like  the  idea  of  leaving 
my  wife  for  an  unknown  destination. 

"Ever  since  I  was  a  boy  working  on  the  farm, 
and  later  when  I  worked  my  way  through  college, 
I  have  dreamed  of  going  on  a  big  adventure.  I  felt 
I  could  never  settle  down  until  I  had  had  it, 
Perhaps  war  is  to  be  that  big  adventure. 

"At  any  rate  I  have  a  job  to  do  that  will  take 
everything  I  have  to  give.  So  again  marriage  must 

"No,  I  would  not  marry  before  going  to  war.'" 

ENSIGN    WAYNE    MORRIS    had    served  six 
months  on  the  Navy  Cadet  Selection  Board 
when   he   married   a   nonprofessional — nineteen- 
year- old  Patricia  O'Rourke  from   Georgia — and 
set  up  housekeeping  in  Long  Beach,  California. 
Easygoing  and  good-  {Continued  on  page  68) 

The  ideas  of  French  Michele  Morgan, 
who  knows  what  war  can  mean,  may 
make  American  girls  stop  and  think 

Priscilla  Lane, 
courted  by  two 
beaux,  knows 
what  she'd  do 
if  and  when  .  .  . 

Red  and  Edna  in  their  Brent- 
wood back  yard.  They  nnoved  in 
because  the  house  had  a 
secret  panel  Red  adored. 
Canine  complements  are 
Spats  and  Fella — there  was 
always  a  dog,  or  maybe  a 
duck,  or  maybe  a  bear  or  two 


He's  rattling  around  here  getting  everybody  rattled. 

THERE  can  be  no  story  of  Red 
Skelton  without  Edna.  Red  and 
Edna  are  as  inseparable  as  cake 
and  ice  cream,  mustard  and  hot  dogs. 
They  grew  up  togethei'  from  the  time 
they  were  mere  kids  of  fifteen  and  sev- 
enteen as  man  and  wife.  Edna  s  moth- 
ei\  Mrs.  Stillwell.  had  finally  said,  "I 
can't  stand  that  redheaded  brat  moon- 
ing around  here  any  more!  I  give  in." 
and  had  gone  with  them  from  Kansas 
City  to  St.  Louis  to  give  her  consent 
to  the  ceremony.  Red  had  no  money. 
Edna  loaned  him  the  necessary  three 
dollars  and  ui  the  ten  years  they've 
been  married  Red  has  made  two  pay- 
ments of  one  doUai-  each  on  the  loan. 
If  she  ever  gets  the  last  buck  it  will 
be  a  miracle,  for  Red  is  completely 
unmoney -conscious.  He  doesn't  know 
anything  about  it  and  cares  less.  Edna 

\fl  Hfll/y»rooi^  Uo%e\ 

But  then,  everybody  loves  Red,  his  dimples,  his  Edna,  this  story  about  hinn 

always  has  had  to  take  care  of  all 
business  deals  when  ther-e  were  any 
deals  to  take  care  of. 

He  keeps  bringing  clowns  home  to 
lunch.  "Who's  this?"  Edna  will  ask. 
"Honey,"  Red  will  explain, "he's  that 
funny  clown  that  rolled  the  people  in 
the  sawdust  last  night  at  Hagenbeck 
and  Wallace's  Circus.  Remember  how 
Cary  Grant  went  into  hysterics  over 

And  Edna  will  welcome  the  clown 
and  he  will  come  in  and  sit  there,  the 
.saddest,  most  forlorn  little  man  in 
the  world. 

"Clowns,"  Red  says,  "aren't  funny. 
They're  very  sad." 

Red  should  know.  He  was  a  clown 
himself  with  a  top  circus  for  two 
years  when  he  was  a  ripe  old  four- 
teen or  so.   His  father,  who  died  be- 

fore Red  was  born,  had  been  a  clown 
all  his  life  with  Hagenbeck  and  Wal- 
lace's Circus. 

Today,  Red  is  the  clown  of  Metro- 
Goldwyn^Mayer,  which  you  know  if 
you  saw  "Whistling  In  The  Dark"  and 
"Ship  Ahoy,"  among  a  number  of 
others.  Rowdy,  noisy,  genuine,  he 
makes  the  Hollywood  glamour  boys 
look  a  little — well,  honestly  the  word 
IS  ridiculous.  He  doesn't  mean  to. 
He  doesn't  know  he  does,  as  a  matter 
of  fact.  But  you  .see  Red  and  Edna 
are  what  people  are  like  when  you 
peel  off  the  veneer  and  get  down  to 
rock-bottom  humanity.  Red  knows 
from  nothing  about  Ciro's,  or  giving 
ultra  parties  (Red  and  Edna  tried  just 
once  to  give  a  dinner  party,  and  boy, 
did  it  smell!),  or  jewelry,  oi-  mono- 
grammed    chichis.    or    the  froufrou 

that  makes  up  so  much  of  Hollywood's 
social  life. 

He  cari  ies  a  coin  purse.  It's  brown 
and  opens  at  the  top  and  rattles  inside 
with  dimes  and  things  and  Red  loves 
it.  Everything  the  carrying  of  a  coin 
purse  by  a  man  represents — meekness, 
respectability,  timidity,  elders'  meet- 
ings at  the  church,  membership  on 
the  new  fire  hose  committee — is  a 
part  of  Red's  character,  which  is  won- 
derful, only  you'd  hardly  expect  to 
find  it  in  a  former  circus  clown,  bur- 
lesque comedian  and  vaudeville  actor. 
That's  what's  so  confusing  about  it. 

Why,  so  help  us,  that  goon  is  so 
hill-billyish  he  will  have  absolutely 
nothing  to  do  with  that  newfangled 
invention  called  the  telephone. 

"It  clicks  and  makes  noises, "  he 
explains    {Continued   on    page  70) 


Bv  uiu  iumm 

Red  clowns  to  net  a  laugh. 
Near  left,  opposite  page:  A 
Skelton  spread-eagle  to  the 
tune  of  "Keep  your  eye  on 
boll    and    you'll    never    hit  it" 

Left:  He  has  an  argument, 
splits  the  difference,  wins 
palms  up.  Below:  Good 
groundwork  by  Skelton,  but 
he's  a  fall   guy  for  anyone! 

Get  into  the  game!  All  you  have 
to  do  i$  look  and  listen  while 
one  of  Hollywood's  most  reticent 
stars  takes  an  "all  in  fun"  beating 


1.  (Q)  What  personal  achievement 
is  the  'source  of  greatest  satisfaction 
to  you? 

(A)  My  memory  game.  If  you  write 
down  thirty  noims,  numerically  listed, 
I  can  repeat  the  entire  list  after  study- 
ing it  for  a  few  seconds.  I  also  can 
tell  you  what  noun  was  number  seven, 
ten,  twenty-one,  etc. 

2.  (Q)  What  point  of  grooming  do 
you  consider  most  important  in  a 

(A)  Her  shoes,  because  they  have 
an  important  effect  on  her  carriage 
and  posture.  They  also  are  the  mak- 
ing or  breaking  of  the  rest  of  her 

3.  (Q)  What  is  your  first  reaction 
when  fans  do  not  recognize  you? 

(A)  If  I'm  very  busy,  frankly  it  is 
a  relief.  If  I've  got  myself  all  done 
up  and  am  stepping  out  when  it  hap- 
pens, I  must  confess  I  am  a  Uttle 
taken  aback.  You'd  be  surprised  how 
often  the  latter  happens. 

4.  (9)  Who  was  your  first  beau? 
(Irene    took    the  consequences. 

Show  us  how  you  looked  when  you 
were  trying  to  get  a  job  as  a  school- 

5.  (9)  What  act  of  the  past  would 
you  undo  if  you  could? 

(A)  The  pinch  I  gave  a  little  play- 

JVLY,  1942 

mate  in  Madison,  Indiana.  It  turned 
her  arm  so  black  I  was  sure  I  had 
half-kiUed  her  and  was  scared  to 
death.  To  this  day  I've  never  pinched 
anyone  again. 

6.  (Q)  Do  you  have  a  quick  temper? 

(A)  Yes,  and  I  suffer  with  it  be- 
cause instead  of  flying  off  the  handle 
and  getting  things  out  of  my  system, 
I  try  to  rvm  away  from  the  scene.  It 
leaves  me  boiling  inside  for  hours. 

7.  (Q)  Is  it  true  you  have  <a  secret 
staircase  in  your  house? 

(A)  Yes.  It  goes  from  the  living 
room  to  my  bedroom,  but  I  won't  tell 
you  why.  However,  it  is  not  true  I 
have  "secret  telephones  in  every 
room,"  as  the  driver  of  the  sight- 
seeing bus  informs  his  customers.  I 
still  haven't  figured  that  one  out. 

8.  (Q)  Where  and  how  did  you 
meet  your  husband,  Dr.  GrifRn? 

(A)  On  top  of  the  Biltmore  Hotel 
in  New  York  City  where  we  were 
guests  at  the  same  party. 

9.  (Q)  Has  any  one  fear  ever  haunt- 
ed you? 

(A)  I'm  still  afraid  of  traveling  on 
water  and  do  it  under  protest.  That's 
a  big  help  when  Doctor  is  mad  about 
boats!  I  think  psychologically  the  fear 
came  from  my  father,  who  was  super- 
vising general  (Continued  on  page  84) 

,     "ever  c 


Dixie  Willson,  popular  magazine  contributor,  knows  nnovie  studios  from  sound  stage  to  prop 
department.  She  has  written  her  latest  book,  "Hollywood  Starlet,"  in  response  to  overwhelming 
requests  for  factual  information  about  opportunities  in  motion  pictures.  Published  by  Dodd,  Mead 
and  Company,  it  is  the  newest  in  their  career  book  series.  Now  Photoplay-Movie  Mirror  brings  you 
this  vivid  condensation  giving  the  actual  steps  you  would  have  to  take  in  a  conquest  of  Hollywood. 

AT  twenty-seven  minutes  after  ten  o'clock  on  the 
night  of  February  twelfth,  an  astonishing  thing 
^  happened  to  little  Gladstone,  Ohio.  The  pre- 
ceding November,  New  York  City's  weekly  "Top 
Topics"  radio  program  had  begun  a  national  contest 
to  discover  the  most  beautiful  and  typical  American 
girl.  The  winner  was  to  receive  the  singularly  exciting 
reward  of  a  trip  to  Hollywood,  there  to  be  paid  a 
real  Hollywood  salary  for  enacting  the  role  of  Miss 
America  in  a  Warner  Brothers  feature  picture  to 
be  called  "Proud  Pageant."  Since  the  cast  called  for 
a  Miss  America,  and  since  the  studio  wished  the  role 
actually  to  be  taken  by  America's  most  beautiful  and 
typical  young  lady,  they  had  taken  this  means  of 
finding  her. 

Eighty  thousand  contenders  had  sent  photographs 
to  the  "Top  Topics"  New  York  City  offices,  the  contest 
scheduled  to  close  on  February  the  twelfth.  One  of 
the  eighty  thousand  had  been  Julia  Burns  of  Glad- 
stone, Ohio,  who  ushered  in  the  Crystal  Theater, 
whose  plump,  bald-headed  dad  owned  the  comer 
grocery  and  whose  twin  brother  Johnny  drove  the 
grocery  store  delivery  truck. 

Julia  wore  a  dark,  shoulder-length  bob.  Her  eyes 
were  a  teasing  blue-green  and  she  had  an  enchanting 
little  way  of  smiUng  when  you  least  expected  it; 
definitely  enchanting  to  six-foot  Tod  Jenkins,  the 
sandy-haired  chap  who  worked  in  the  lumber  yard. 
He  had  picked  Julia  Bums  for  his  girl  as  long  ago 
as  high-school  days. 

The  Bums  family  lived  in  the  good-looking  house 

on  High  Street;  the  house  with  the  old-fashioned 
veranda  and  the  cupola. 

There  was  always  work  for  Juha  arovmd  the 
theater  in  the  morning;  changing  the  advertising 
frames  for  the  lobby,  or  writing  up  the  show  for  the 
Gladstone  Clarion.  At  noon  Tod  would  stop  by,  in 
his  brown  suede  work  jacket,  and  walk  down  High 
Street  with  her,  delivering  her  home  for  lunch.  He 
didn't  say  much  to  anybody  about  what  he  thought 
of  her,  but  the  way  he  had  devoted  himself  to  Julia, 
exclusive  of  anyone  else,  said  enough  about  his  hopes 
for  the  future. 

On  the  night  of  February  twelfth,  the  Crystal  was 
packed  to  its  doors.  The  "Top  Topics"  program  was  to 
be  broadcast  from  the  stage,  although  neither  the 
town  nor  Julia  Bums  seriously  thought  she  had  a 
chance  to  win. 

But  by  twenty-seven  minutes  after  ten  o'clock,  the 
amazed  audience,  along  with  four  million  other  radio 
listeners,  coast  to  coast,  knew  that  the  young  lady 
about  to  journey  to  Hollywood,  was  Miss  Julia  Bums 
of  Gladstone,  Ohio! 

Sixty  seconds  later,  half  the  town  was  crowding 
about  the  bewildered  little  usher,  in  her  gold- 
trimmed,  white  broadcloth  uniform,  as  flash  bulbs 
surrounded  her  with  spasmodic  bursts  of  light.  In 
thosB  first  breathless  moments,  trying  to  believe  it, 
she  found  herself  searching  the  Uttle  sea  of  people 
for  just  one;  for  Tod  Jenkins.  She  found  herself 
thinking,  even  more  than  about  what  it  would  mean 
to  her,  what  it  would  mean  {Continued  on  page  44) 

As  the  train  began  to  move, 
faces  blurred  together  —  Dad's, 
Mother's,  Johnny's.  But  it  was  Tod's 
face  that  Julia  saw  last  of  all 

to  him,  that  she  would  be  leaving 
Gladstone  .  .  .  for  Hollywood. 

She  finally  spotted  him  and  he 
acknowledged  her  smile  with  the  little 
salute  he  reserved  just  for  her;  the 
second  finger  of  his  left  hand  briefly 
touching  his  left  eyebrow,  but  she 
had  no  chance  to  be  with  him,  not  even 
aftei-ward,  for  the  Mayor  and  a  dozen 
other  town  dignitaries  followed  the 
Burnses  right  along  home. 

Her  first  chance  to  talk  to  him  was 
the  next  morning  when  he  stopped  at 
the  Burns's  house  on  his  way  to  work. 
Telegrams  and  telephone  calls  had 

been  pouring  in  since  six  a.  m.  It  was 
eight  o'clock  when  Tod  rang  the  door- 
bell. The  February  wind  ruffled  his 
hair,  for  he  never  wore  a  hat.  Miss 
America  herself  responded. 

"Howdy,  Beautiful,"  he  said,  and 
followed  her  into  the  parlor  where 
Mrs.  Bums  was  busy  trying  to  make 
eight  vases  do  for  three  times  too 
many  flowers.  "No,  I  can't  stay,"  he 
said,  as  Julia  dislodged  the  cat  from 
Tod's  favorite  chair.  "I  just  wanted 
to  know  if  I  still  have  a  date  to  shove 
you  across  town  tomorrow  night  to 
the  Vagabond  Club  shindig.  I  thought 
I'd  better  ask  in  case  you're  operating 
on  a  new  schedule." 

"No  cancellations  on  my  calendar 
for  tomorrow,"  Julia  replied,  her  eyes 
looking  squarely  into  his.  "A  new 
schedule  for  everything  else,  maybe 
.  .  .  but  not  for  my  affections." 

AMONG  the  nash  of  morning  wires, 
one  had  heralded  the  arrival,  on 
the  noon  train,  of  Miss  Bettina  Proc- 
tor, the  Warner  Studios  official  rep- 
resentative, who  had  flown  from 
Hollywood  to  Chicago  by  night  plane. 

Mrs.  Burns,  a  maturer  edition  of  her 
daughter,  wore  morning  hnen,  her 
unbobbed  dark  hair  done  high  in  a 
figure  eight.  She  was  as  slim  as  Julia 
and  very  nearly  as  pretty;  as  whim- 
sical as  Johnny,  as  young  as  either  of 
them  and  quite  used  to  the  unexpected 
maneuvers  of  both  of  them.  But  even 
Selinda  Burns  had  to  admit  that,  in 
the  whirlwind  morning  just  gone,  she 
had  lost  claim  to  the  reputation  of 
being  ready  for  anything! 

The  family  luncheon  had  been  de- 
layed, pending  Miss  Proctor's  arrival. 
In  the  dining  room,  with  its  mahogany 
sideboard,  the  table  was  set  with  the 
best  doilies;  Carrie,  the  hired  girl, 
nervously  hoping  that  cheese  souffle, 
timbales  of  peas  and  peach  dumplings 
would  be  good  enough  for  somebody 
from  HoDywood. 

As  noon  neared.  Dad  and  Johnny 
came  home  from  the  store  to  put  on 
their  good  clothes  preparatory  to 
meeting  the  distinguished  guest  at  the 
depot.  Julia,  growing  more  nervous 
by  the  second,  was  to  remain  at  home. 

The  Miss  Proctor  she  expected,  was 
a  devastating  creature  swathed  in  furs. 
The  Miss  Proctor  whom  the  family 
sedan  brought  home,  was  a  slim, 
laughing  young  person  in  a  boyishly 
tailored  coat  and  hat,  who  made  her- 
self at  home  with  the  Burnses  in  less 
than  five  minutes,  leaving  Julia  to 
wonder  if  it  could  be  possible  that 
Hollywood  people  were  just  people 
like  other  people! 

Along  with  Bettina  Proctor  had 
come  an  enormous  corrugated  box. 
After  luncheon  its  contents  were  di- 
vulged. It  was  a  wardrobe  for  Julia 
from  the  studio!  A  suit,  an  afternoon 
dress  and  an  evening  gown  designed 

for  her  by  Orry-Kelly  who,  for  three 
weeks,  had  known  that  it  was  she 
who  would  be  named  Miss  America, 
and  from  information  upon  the  con- 
test blank,  had  known  her  exact  color- 
ing and  size. 

From  between  countless  layers  of 
tissue  paper,  a  thrilled  Julia  Bums 
unpacked  a  black  wool  suit  with  a 
casual  matching  hat,  a  blouse  of  rus- 
set which,  as  she  held  it  beneath  her 
chin,  filled  her  eyes  with  little  golden 
lights  she  had  never  known  were 
there.  The  afternoon  gown  was  black 
wool  crepe  in  slim  straight  lines,  "in- 
foi-mal"  length,  the  skirt  softly  draped, 
a  "V"  neck  outlined  in  starched  white 
eyelet  embroidery. 

But  with  her  first  sight  of  the 
white  chiffon  evening  gown  delicately 
trimmed  in  gold,  all  the  pent-up  joy 
and  thrill  of  the  last  twelve  hours 
suddenly  overflowed.  Little  Julia 
Burns,  making  a  dive  for  her  dad's 
shirt  front,  buried  her  face  therein. 

"Now  comes  the  advantage  of  hav- 
ing a  twin,"  remarked  Johnny,  as  Dad 
gently  patted  Julia's  shoulder.  "If  Sis 
can't  take  it,  I'll  do  a  female  imper- 
sonation and  go  in  her  place." 

"Probably  what  disturbs  her,"  of- 
fered Mother,  "is  saying  good-by  to  a 
certain  young  man  named  Jenkins." 

Nor  was  Mother  far  from  wrong. 
All  day  Juha  had  found  herself  won- 
dering how  Tod  really  felt  about  it. 

PERHAPS  her  thoughts  winged 
across  town  to  the  lumber  yard,  or 
perhaps  Tod's  thoughts  had  wings  of 
their  own  today.  At  any  rate,  the 
Bums  telephone  tinkled  at  three 
o'clock  with  Tod  at  the  other  end  of 
the  wire,  inquiring  if  Julia  would  be 
interested  in  cooking  breakfast  to- 
morrow in  Picnic  Park. 

"I  have  a  pretty  important  question 
to  ask  you,"  he  added. 

Julia  replied  that  she'd  love  break- 
fast in  Picnic  Park  and  instantly 
began  to  think  what  her  answer  was 
going  to  be,  for  of  course  she  was 
perfectly  sure  what  the  question  was. 
A  week  ago  she  wouldn't  have  had  to 
consider.  Now  there  was  a  new  world 
to  reckon  with! 

But  the  next  morning,  over  bacon, 
toasted  buns,  scrambled  eggs,  and  cof- 
fee, in  the  PaviUion  where  they  had 
cooked  more  breakfasts  than  either  of 
them  could  remember,  the  lovely  Miss 
Bums  found  out  that  she  had  been 
counting  chickens  which  hadn't  yet 

"About  that  question  I  wanted  to 
ask  you,"  Tod  said,  sei"ving  Juha  to 
strawberry  jam,  "I  want  to  know  if 
you'll  do  me  a  favor  when  you  get  to 
Hollywood.  In  the  lumber  business, 
I'm  always  fixing  up  deals  for  other 
people  to  make  money,  so  I've  decided 
to  do  a  little  contracting  on  my  own. 
As  soon  as  {Continued  on  page  90) 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Little  girl  with  big  business  on  hand 
is  Joan  Carroll,  pet  of  the  RKO  lot, 
pet  of  the  "Obliging  Young  Lady"  cast, 
ractitioner  here  of  the  finer  art  of 
irst  Aid  in  the  Hollywood  hair  ribbon 
set.  She  equips  herself  with  an  identi- 
fication tag  marked  with  her  name, 
address  and  social  security  number, 
then  learns  how  to  stowaway  with 
ease  in  a  First  Aid  kit.  Below: 
Teacher  Harold  Minniear  comes  to  the 
aid  of  a  first  aider,  while  Joan 
squares  things  up  with  a  square  knot. 
The  Carroll  lady's  motto:  No  kidding 
about  kit  stuff  in  our  America  today 

An  eighieen-year-old  who  caught 
Orson  Welles's  eye:  Anne  Baxter 
of  "The  Magnificent  Ambersons" 

]e's  a  guy's  guy — a  blond 
ind  a  bachelor:  Van  Heflin, 
new  hero  in  "Tulip  Time" 

Some  pointers  on  the 
people  Hollywood  is  now 
pointing  to  with  pride 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  w\th  movie  mirhob 

SAILOR — Beware,  Girls! 
Van  Heflin,  young  M-G-M-er 
who  is  jarring  fans  to  attention 
with  his  work  in  "H.  M.  Pulham, 
Esq.,"  "Johnny  Eager"  and  "Grand 
Central  Murder"  is  the  upside-down 
cake  on  Hollywood's  star  pastry  shelf. 
Van  doesn't  look  like  an  actor  or 
think  like  an  actor;  in  fact,  he  hates 
acting  with  a  man-sized  loathing  and 
yet  is  such  a  dam  good  craftsman 
there's  nothing  left  to  be  done  about 
it  except — to  act. 

He's  just  as  good  a  sailor  as  actor, 
what's  more,  having  sailed  from  one 
end  of  the  world  to  the  other  as  a 
hard-working  crew  member.  He  got 
the  yearning  for  going  bye-bye  on 
boats  when  his  family  moved  to  Long 
Beach,  California,  from  Oklahoma, 
where  Van  was  bom.  At  the  end  of 
his  first  year  at  Long  Beach  Poly 
High  (Laraine  Day's  alma  mater) 
Van  succumbed  to  the  urge  and 
shipped  on  a  fishing  schooner  bound 
for  Mexico.  One  more  year  of  school 
and  Van  was  off  for  Hawaii;  the  next 
summer  he  was  South  America  boxmd; 

JULY,  1942 

and,  after  his  graduation,  European 
ports  found  our  hero  prowling  around 
for  dear  life. 

After  a  year  at  the  University  of 
Oklahoma,  the  sea  claimed  him  for 
two  full  years  in  which  time  Van 
raised  a  lot  of  Cain  and  stuff  up  the 
rivers  of  South  America  (get  him  to 
tell  you  about  his  nightmare  haircut 
sometime)  scaring  natives  into  fits. 

In  New  York  at  last,  he  decided  to 
call  on  sedate  relatives  and  arrived 
unannounced,  his  sailor's  kit  flung 
over  one  shoulder,  to  discover  a  cock- 
tail party  of  smart  people  going  full 
blast.  It's  like  a  movie,  reaUy,  this 
Van  Heflin  story.  There  he  was  a 
young  kid  about  nineteen,  raw  and 
trusting,  being  kidded  by  a  lot  of 
snobbish  hams  who  egged  him  on  to 
singing  his  Oklahoma  ditties.  When 
one  actor  guest  announced  his  deci- 
sion to  turn  down  a  part  in  the  play 
"Mr.  Money  Penny"  and  suggested 
Van  try  for  the  part,  the  Oklahoma 
Kid  thought  he  meant  it,  which  nearly 
killed  the  actor.  It  practically  finished 
the  actor,  though,  when  Van  actually 

got  the  part.  But  there  was  the  sea 
caUing,  and  once  again  Van  set  out 
on  his  roamings. 

His  parents  (his  father  is  a  dentist) 
finally  persuaded  their  offspring  to 
retum  to  college.  Van  once  again 
enrolled  at  the  University  of  Okla- 
homa. After  graduation  he  took  a 
year  of  drama  at  Yale  and  hasn't  been 
back  to  sea  since  except  as  a  guest 
on  Errol  Flynn's  yacht,  which  isn't  a 
bit  like  the  engine-room  crew's  hang- 

Radio,  stage,  even  movies  at  RKO 
followed,  with  Van  playing  with 
Katharine  Hepburn  in  the  movie 
"Woman  Rebels."  Later  he  played 
again  with  Hepburn  in  the  stage  pro- 
duction of  "The  Philadelphia  Story," 
in  the  role  that  won  Jimmy  Stewart 
the  Academy  Award.  A  part  in  War- 
ners' "Santa  Fe  Trail"  finally  con- 
vinced him  Hollywood  and  not  the 
stage  or  the  sea  was  his  place.  M-G-M 
decided  the  same  thing  and  signed  him 
to  a  long-term  contract. 

One  day  as  Van  walked  on  the  lot 
an  actor    (Continued   on   poge  87) 



"  I  HOPE  her  next  picture  will  be  a  flop!" 
I  This  was  forthright  Ann  Sothem, 
'  star  of  M-G-M's  famous  Maisie  series, 
speaking  about  a  Hollywood  starlet  who 
had  zoomed  abruptly  to  stunning  success. 
Everyone  was  awfully  shocked.  "Why, 
Annie!"  voices  gasped.  "Aren't  you 
ashamed!  I  thought  you  were  her  friend! 
The  very  idea!" 

"I  am  her  friend.  I'm  terribly  fond  of  her 
and  that's  why  I  hope  it,"  Ann  afl&rmed 
stoutly.  "I  mean,  I  want  her  to  have  her 
discipline,  get  her  perspective,  learn  how  to 
handle  all  this  before  it  goes  too  far  and 
before  she  is  really  hurt.  I  ought  to  know. 
I've  seen  plenty  of  that  sort  of  thing! 

"Look!  She's  had  a  break.  All  of  a  sud- 
den and  without  doing  much,  really,  to  earn 
it,  she's  famous.  She's  knee-deep  in  fan 
mail  and  her  phone  never  stops  ringing. 
The  postman  gets  bowlegs  carrying  invi- 

her  pop     upr  po*"  V>e 

the  one  ^^.r^y^h^c^^ 


tations  to  hei*  door.  If  she  doesn't  find  out 
what  it's  all  about  'now  and  learn  how  to 
handle  it — then  she's  going  to  be  terribly 
hurt  later  on.  That  goes  for  girls  in  school, 
in  show  business,  in  offices  .  .  .  every- 

"Popularity  is  a  grand  thing  and  everybody 
wants  it.  But  it  can  be  dynamite  if  you 
don't  learn  how  to  handle  it!  Whenever 
I  see  a  girl  getting  too  popular  too  fast, 
I  want  to  wave  a  red  flag  at  her  and  yell, 
'Danger!  Popularity  ahead!'  If  she'd  stop 
and  look  and  listen  it  would  save  a  lot  of 

"I  went  through  a  phase  when  I  was  in 
high  school,"  Ann  went  on,  "when  I  took 
myself  so  big.  I  thought  I  was  so  good.  Oh, 
dear!  I  hate  to  think  about  it."  But  she  was 

"It  appears  that  I  had  some  musical  talent 
and  first  thing   (Continued  on  page  89) 

BY  urn  mm  walker 

How  to  moke  your  date  garden  grow 
— with  not  a  raspberry  in  sight! 

.u-oW  vou're  P^^^^w^ch  means. 
P  ^:;We7s"  ona  ^Hev  /°^U  P^^V 







sWe-a  s  ov  observers-  Sh« 

°  aea  obser 


BORN  in  Tokio,  Japan,  the  second 
daughter  of  a  very  British  law- 
yer, who  was  also  a  gentleman 
and  a  scholar,  and  of  a  bright,  laugh- 
ing woman  who  had  been  an  opera 
singer,  Joan  Fontaine  was  a  dreaming 
child,  given  to  reading  and  illness. 

Olivia,  her  two-year-older  sister, 
was  always  the  more  beautiful,  the 
more  popular,  the  more  daring,  even 
in  the  little  town  of  Saratoga,  Califor- 
nia, to  which  their  mother  moved  with 
them  after  her  divorce.  When  she  re- 
married there,  Joan  took  her  step- 
father's name  but  she  could  not  bear 
his  discipline  with  the  stout  courage 
Olivia  showed  against  it.  Thus,  at  six- 
teen, she  went  back  to  the  Orient  to 

visit  her  father  whom  she  had  not  seen 
since  she  was  two.  There  she  encoun- 
tered, not  her  first  romance,  but  her 
first  five  romances,  for  she  got  simul- 
taneously engaged  to  five  men. 

So  snarled  did  she  become  in  her 
engagements  that  she  had  to  leave 
Tokio  and,  arriving  home,  she  found 
Olivia  already  a  movie  star.  She  de- 
cided that  she,  too,  wanted  to  be  a 
star,  so  she  joined  Olivia  in  Hollywood 
but  found  only  heartbreak  and  failure 
where  Livvie  had  found  such  quick 
success.  After  making  some  dozen 
"quickies"  under  three  different  names, 
she  finally  bagged  an  RKO  contract, 
only  to  be  let  out  of  that  on  the  very 
night  that  Livvie  was  signed  to  play 

Melanie  in  "Gone  With  The  Wind." 

Moreover,  Livvie's  romantic  life 
was  just  as  vivid  as  Joan's  was  drab. 
Liv  had  dozens  of  boy  friends  while 
Joan  had  only  one,  Conrad  Nagel, 
whom  she  did  not  love.  Nineteen, 
faced  with  professional  and  emotional 
failure,  Joan  felt  the  only  way  out  for 
her  was  suicide. 

JUST  as  no  love  is  ever  so  intense 
as  one's  first,  unreasoning  love,  so 
no  frustration  is  ever  so  devastating  as 
the  first,  emotional  one.  Joan  Fontaine 
was  both  ambitious  and  romantic  and 
neither  side  of  her  nature  was  finding 
any  expression  in  Hollywood.  She 
longed  to  die. 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movh  mxsbob 

Joan  always  has  fun  with 
husband  Brian  Aherne, 
but  when  it  connes  to... 

Olivia  departed  for  some  gay  party, 
dark,  laughing  Olivia,  wrapped  in  iurs, 
in  orchids  and  excitement,  and,  after 
she  had  gone,  Joan  walked  from  room 
to  room  in  the  small,  exquisite  house 
she  shared  with  her  sister  and  aban- 
doned herself  to  her  sorrow.  She 
plotted  ways  to  kill  herself,  ways  that 
would  make  her  quite  dead  and  yet 
leave  her  very  pale,  touching  and 
beautiful  when  her  fragile  body  would 
be  discovered.  There  was  no  sound 
in  the  house  to  disturb  her,  no  person 
present  to  wipe  away  her  tears.  She 
sobbed  and  choked,  beating  her 
clenched  hands  against  her  aristocratic 
blonde  head.  She  visioned  herself 
looking  like  (Continued  on  page  71) 

JULY,  1942 


"No,"  said  Mrs.  Miniver  help- 
essly.  "I  didn't  nnean  that, 
Clem.   I — \'m  all  mixed  up." 

Fiction  version  by  MADELINE  THOMPSON 

MRS.  MINIVER  kissed  her  hus- 
band lightly   on   the  temple, 
just  where  his  dark  hair  was 
turning  a  bit  grey. 

"All  right,"  Clem  smiled,  "now  take 
off  that  fool  hat  and  get  to  bed." 

Mrs.  Miniver  laughed.  It  was  a  fool 
hat.  Now,  it  looked  even  sillier,  top- 
ping off  nothing  but  a  nightgown.  Back 
into  its  tissue  paper  nest  went  the  hat 
and  Mrs.  Miniver  got  into  her  bed. 

"It's  been  a  nice  day,"  Mrs.  Miniver 
sighed  contentedly.  She  turned  out 
the  light.  'We're  very  lucky  people, 
aren't  we,  Clem?"  she  asked  softly. 

"Why,  Kay?"  Clem  chuckled.  "Be- 
cause of  a  new  hat  and  a  new  car?" 

"Oh,  much  more  than  that,"  Mrs. 
Miniver  said.  "I  mean  because  of  Vin 
and  Toby  and  Judy — and  each 
other — " 

A  Metro-Soldwyn-Mayer  picture.  Copy- 
righl  1942  by  Loew's  Inc.  Screen  play  by 
Arthur  Wimperis,  George  Froeschel, 
James  Hilton  and  Claudine  West.  Based 
on  the  book  by  Jan  Struther.  Directed  by 
Wm.  Wyler.  Produced  by  Sidney  Franklin. 

Clem  grunted  sleepily  and  Mrs. 
Miniver  knew  it  was  no  use  talking  to 
him  any  more. 

It  had  been  a  lovely  day.  There 
had  been  the  trip  to  London,  London 
with  all  its  bustle  and  the  rows  of 
shops.  And  the  hat!  How  she  had 
fought  against  that  temptation!  But, 
all  day,  it  had  haunted  her  so  she  just 
had  to  go  back  for  it,  although  it 
meant  missing  her  train. 

Even  that  had  had  its  compensa- 
tions. For,  when  she  had  finally  got 
into  a  carriage,  she  had  found  the 
Vicar  there. 

They'd  had  a  fine  laugh  at  their 
weaknesses,  she  with  her  irresistible 
hat  and  he  with  the  cigars  he  couldn't 

afford.     It  had  been  very  pleasant. 

Tioie,  Lady  Beldon  had  burst  into 
the  carriage,  denouncing  everything 
and  everyone,  merely  because  they 
were  so  hopelessly  middle-class.  Poor 
old  Lady  Beldon,  Mrs.  Miniver 
thought.  She  was  so  used  to  ruling 
Belham  like  a  Uttle  kingdom  that  it 
must  be  difficult  for  her  to  accept  the 
changes  that  were  taking  place  in 

In  England?  Mrs.  Miniver  smiled, 
wondering  what  Lady  Beldon  would 
say  when  Ballard  entered  his  rose 
in  the  Flower  Show.  It  was  as  tradi- 
tional for  Lady  Beldon's  roses  to  win 
unchallenged  as  it  was  for  the  Beldon 
family  to  have  authority. 

Ballard  was  a  strange  man  for  a 
station  master,  Mrs.  Miniver  thought. 
He  was  much  more  interested  in  his 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Mrs.  Miniver .  .Greer  Garson 

Clem  Walter  Pidgeon 

Carol  Beldon 

Teresa  Wright 

Lady  Beldon 

Dame  May  Whitty 
Mr.  Ballard.  Henry  Travers 
Yin  Miniver .  .  .  Richard  Ney 
The  Vicar.  Henry  Wilcoxon 
Toby.  . .  .Christopher  Severn 
Judy  Miniver  .C\aire  Sanders 
German.  .  Helmuth  Dantine 

flowers  than  in  trains.  His  pride  in 
the  rose  he  had  shown  her  had  been 
touching.  But  it  was  his  asking  her  to 
allow  him  to  call  it  the  "Mrs.  Miniver" 
that  had  really  moved  her — almost  to 

Such  a  nice  day!  She  had  had  a 
rose  named  after  her.  And,  when 
Clem  had  finally  confessed  his  own 
extravagance  in  buying  a  new  car,  it 
had  been  so  easy  to  tell  him  about  a 
little  thing  like  a  hat. 

Lovingly,  Mrs.  Miniver  bade  fare- 
well to  the  ended  day  and  turned  to 
the  coming  one.  It  was  going  to  be 
another  rich,  full  day.  For  Vin  was 
coming  down  from  Oxford. 

As  always,  thinking  of  her  eldest 
son  filled  her  with  a  strange  sense  of 
wonder.  She  loved  Judy  and  Toby, 
but  it  never  {Continued  on  page  93) 

JULY.  1942 

Two  top-notchers  start  work  together. 

Madeleine  Carroll  and  Stirling  Hayden  met  in  "Vir- 
ginia" as  co-workers,  fell  in  love  as  co-stars  in 
"Bahama  Passage,"  ended  up  in  an  intriguing  dilemma 

"I   WON'T  take  it,"  firmly  said  Mr. 
I  McCrea. 

'  Paramount  had  offered  the  lead 
to  Joel  McCrea  in  "I  Married  A 
Witch,"  co-starring  Veronica  Lake. 
The  big  idea  was  to  make  a  really 
truly  starring  team  of  McCrea  and 
Lake,  who  had  co-starred  in  "SuUi- 
van's  Travels,"  like  Loy  and  Powell  or 
Turner  and  Gable.  But  what  Para- 
mount had  neglected  to  find  out  was 
how  the  team  of  McCrea  and  Lake 
felt  about  each  other. 

"We  will  put  you  on  suspension 
unless  you  play  the  role,"  thimdered 
the  Paramount  officials,  meaning  no 
dough  on  the  line  for  Joel  for  a  fixed 
period  of  weeks. 

Mr.  McCrea  drew  himself  up  to  his 
complete  six  feet  three  and  started 
walking  out.  "Money  is  not  that  im- 
portant to  me,"  said  he,  with  deep 
dignity,  but  meaning  it. 

Thus  it's  Fredric  March  who  is 
holding  Veronica  Lake  in  his  arms 
these  hot  afternoons  in  HoUywood,  but 

even  agreeable  Freddie  is  reported  to 
consider  it  work  and  then  some. 

Because,  you  see,  little  Miss  One- 
Eye  is  very,  very  difficult.  She  has 
her  ideas,  does  Veronica,  and  she 
likes  to  have  a  production  revolve 
around  her.  For  lads  who  have 
knocked  around  studios  as  long  as 
Freddie  and  Joel  this  murders  them. 
You  see  they,  too,  the  silly  things, 
feel  they  have  a  certain  importance. 

The  truth  about  co-stardom  is  that 
there  are  personalities  who  get  along 
together  like  peas  in  a  pod — both  male 
and  female  teams  and  co-stars  of  the 
same  sex — and  there  are  also  person- 
alities who  are  as  palsy  as  a  boy  three 
sheets  in  the  wind  meeting  a  W.C.T.U. 

When  you  get  together  those  two 
beautiful  hunks  of  people,  Grable  and 
Mature,  you  see  on-screen  heat  and 
off-screen  refrigeration.  "I  may  have 
to  make  love  to  her  in  pictures,"  said 
Mr.  Mature  between  his  beautiful 
gritted  teeth,  "but  I  don't  have  to 

speak  to  her  once  the  camera  stops 

Mr.  Mature's  feeling  of  frost  for 
Betty  goes  into  icebergs  with  Carole 
Landis  and  Alice  Faye  as  regards  Mr. 
Raft's  little  chum. 

Carole  Landis  is  a  swell  guy,  who 
ordinarily  gets  along  famously  with 
people,  and,  as  for  Ahce,  her  male 
co-stars  adore  her.  When  Alice  plays 
opposite  Don  Ameche  the  set  rings 
with  constant  laughter.  When  she 
works  with  Ty  Power,  you  see  those 
two  in  eternal  huddles  of  conversa- 
tion about  everything  under  the  arc 
fights.  There  is  in  Alice  a  simple, 
sensitive  pathos  that  touches  all  men. 
She  is  almost  humbly  co-operative. 
She  honestly  doesn't  consider  herself 
much  of  an  actress  and  is  willing  to 
give  ground  in  any  dramatic  scene. 

Not  so  with  Grable.  Now  that  she  is 
on  top  of  the  heap,  she  is  paying  off 
Hollywood  for  the  bitter  years  it 
kicked  her  around  and  doesn't  hesitate 
to  lay  down  the  law  to  the  studio,  the 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movik  mduior 

hat  happens?    Maybe  a  chilling  cold  shoulder — and  maybe  a  blazing  romance! 

set  and  any  co-star,  male  or  female. 
That  technique  is  poison  to  the  boys 
and  girls  in  the  close-ups. 

The  exact  opposite  technique  may 
be  the  secret  of  Gary  Grant's  success 
in  playing  with  such  varied  person- 
aUties  as  Irene  Dunne  and  Rosalind 
Russell.  After  one  picture  with  Gary 
the  girls  cry  for  him,  mainly  be- 
cause he  makes  each  one  feel  that  she, 
not  he,  is  the  real  star  of  the  picture. 
There  is  nothing  meek  or  fawning 
about  Gary.  He  doesn't  flirt  with  his 
leading  ladies.  He  is  a  fine  actor  and 
is  always  in  there  punching  his  lines 
for  all  they  are  worth  and  more. 
Nevertheless  he  makes  his  co-stars 
feel  more  important  and  beautiful  and 
besides  he  makes  the  girls  laugh 
every  moment. 

"I  can  come  on  a  set  feeUng  low  or 
nervous,"  Irene  Dunne  told  Fearless, 
"and  suddenly,  just  because  Gary  is 
around,  I  feel  life  is  wonderful  again. 
He's  thought  of  a  gag,  or  he  tells  a 
story,  or  he  (ComXxnmd,  on  po^e  80) 

JULY,  1942 

Joel  McCrea  was  to 
hold  Veronica  Lake 
in  his  co-starring 
arms  in  Paramount's 
"I  Married  A  Witch" 
The  gentleman  said 
no;  he'd  had  an  in- 
side hinton  Miss  Lake 

Victor  Mature  and 
Betty  Grable  love 
each  other,  oh  so 
very  much,  on  screen. 
Off  screen,  it's  ice- 
bergs, with  Mature 
talking  plainly  be- 
tween gritted  teeth 


Pin  Game 

This  is  pinning  you  down  in  a  clever 
way.  Open  your  jewelry  box,  take  out 
any  simple  lapel  pin.  Then  take  two 
pieces  of  ribbon  in  any  color  scheme 
you  fancy,  cut  one  a  little  longer  than 
the  other,  thread  them  through  the 
back  of  the  pin.  What  have  you?  A 
setup  that  one  big  professional  model 
thought  up  aU  by  herself — a  standout 
because  the  ribbon  touch  makes  it 

BY  Mm\  H.  QUIKN 



Now's  the  time  not  to  look  jilted 
or  you  will  be  jilted.  Take  out  that 
jacket  dress  that  looks  so  tired  from 
having  seen  you  through  last  summer, 
bind  it  with  contrasting  ribbon,  wear 
it  for  wartime  fun  and  you'll  look  like 
all  the  models  in  a  big  fashion  show 
who  were  wearing  the  newest  fashion 
flair — ribbon-trimmed  suits. 


Time  for  dancing!  The  decorations 
at  any  dance  aren't  the  wallflowers, 
but  the  decorations  of  the  light  fan- 
tastic, which  means  that  all  eyes  will 
be  on  shoes  and  all  shoes  will  have  the 
top-notch  touch  of  ribbon.  Resurrect 
those  plain  pumps  you've  been  wear- 
ing with  your  suit,  take  some  ribbon, 
make  two  pretty  bows,  sew  them  on — 
k.and  we  bet  your  conga  will  get  more 
applause  than  a  Broadway  chorus. 



^     Parlor  Trick 

This  is  more  fun  than  pulling  a 
dozen  rabbits  out  of  a  hat.  The  trick 
'to  this  is  that  you  pull  a  hat  out  of 
nothing!  This  game  is  played  with  a 
little  snood — that  one  that's  hanging 
in  your  closet  will  do.  You  take  some 
ribbon,  fasten  the  snood  with  it,  dress 
it  up  with  two  perky  ribbon  bows  in 
front — and  presto,  you  have  the  smart 
hat  Pat  Morison  is  wearing  on  page  59. 

\£  Hrst 

i  Prize 

^     Prize  Surprise 

Ladies  and  gentlemen  (they're  in- 
terested, too) ,  here  comes  the  big  event 
of  the  party.  This  is  a  prize  donated 
by  the  designer  of  Joan  Crawford's 
hats.  If  you  want  something  special 
to  top  things  off,  just  do  what  he  does 
— take  horsehair,  mold  it  into  a  be- 
coming shape,  weave  over  the  horse- 
hair with  ribbon,  tuck  some  ribbon 
beau-catchers  in  strategic  places — 
and  you  have  a  hat  a  la  Crawford. 

Any  girl  knows  the  effect  of 
white  against  a  summer  brown; 
but  when  the  dress  is  an  Edith 
Head  model  of  suede  crepe 
with  a  plunging  neckline,  clev- 
erly pleated  shoulders,  a  full 
skirt  with  two  slit  pockets  and 
a  big  silver  buckle  as  a  flashing 
finish — well,  just  wear  it  and 
then  watch  out.  It  will  turn 
you  into  as  cute  a  trick  as  it 
does  Pat  Morison  in  the  "Mr. 
And   Mrs.   Cugat"  business 

You'll  be  poised,  everyone  ] 
else  will  ibe  thrown  off  bal- ! 
qnce,  if  you  wear  aqua  and  ; 
watermelon  pink  as  a  star- 
light  starrer.   Patricia  Mori- 
son's  dinner  dress  of  soft 
crepe  catches  every  man's  j 
eye  who  comes  along;  is  a  i 
wide-awake  fashion  with  a 
dolman-sleeved  jacket  but-j 
toned  up  to  the  neckline  and 
aqua  crepe  insets  that  put  a ; 
lady  right  into  the  kind  of ' 
limelight  every  lady  wants: 


•  Gladys  does  stenography  and  typing  for 
E.  I.  Dupont  de  Nemours  (in  the  Empire  State 
Building).  Gladys  wore  this  to  work,  just  as 
pictured  above.   Analysis:    Gladys's  eyebrows 
are  plucked  too  thin.    Hair-do  Is  frowsy,  con- 
ceals her  well-shaped  head  and  face.  She 
mistakenly  wears  loose-fitting  clothes  because 
she  thinks  she  "hasn't  enough  curves 
above  and  too  much  hip  below"  to  wear 
more  striking  current  fashions.    See  pictures 
of  Gladys  as  she  looks  today  after  a  session 
with  Photoplay-Movie  Mirror's  Fashion  Clinic 

•  Eyebrows  heavier  but  well-groomed,  a 
pancake  make-up  film,  light  touch  of  mascara 
bring  out  Miss  Olson's  features.  Sculptured 
curls,  upswept  sides  and  halo  of  curls  at  the 
back  give  Gladys  sleek  lines  but  a  soft  look. 
"Easy  lines"  and  no  cling  to  the  hips  flatter 
her  figure.    The  career-girl  suit  in  butcher- 
linen  is  for  business  and  little  dates  in  town. 
In  navy,  flag-red,  cadet-blue,  jade  or  saddle- 
brown.  $12.95  at  Saks  Fifth  Avenue  in  New  York 


Something  new!  Something  exciting!  Something 
daring!  Introducing  our  novel  new  Fashion  Clinic 
which,  each  month,  will  take  one  of  our  readers 
from  real  life  and,  under  the  guidance  of 
expert  Evelyn  Kaye,  change  her  into  a  Cinder- 
ella who  will  prove  that  you  can  be  as  smart  as 
a  Hollywood  star.    Meet  our  Girl  of  the  Month 



•  For  Sunday  in  The  Park,  dating  with  a 
bluejacket.  Gladys  has  on  a  cool  seer- 
sucker plaid  in  flag's  colors,  red-white-and- 
blue.    Crisp  fabrics  with  body  (no 
cling  to  reveal  hippy  line!)    is  smart 
choice  for  Gladys's  figure.  At  McCreery's, 
New  York,  $6.98!  Red  straw  muffin  smack- 
on-the-curls,  $3.98,  and  the  black  patent 
shoulder-bag  $2.98,  also  at  McCreery's 

For  fwo  more  miracle-work- 
ing costumes,  see  next  page 

JLY,  1942 

•  Anywhere  under  the  sun  this 
summer,  Gladys  will  wear  her  two- 
piece  chambray  playdress. 
Buckles  make  the  waistline  self- 
adjusting.     It's  crisp  as  popcorn. 
Obligingly  pops  into  the  soapsuds 
and  under  the  iron  between 
fun-dates.  It's  the  "no  fuss"  tailored 
shirt  tucked  in  the  gently  conceal- 
ing skirt  that  gives  her  "flgger" 
a  break!  Franklin  Simon  in  New  York 
has  it  for  $6.98!   Green,  blue, 
brown  or  red  with  white 

•  Good  haul  is  Gladys's  Jantzen  swim  suit.    In  these  days 
a  Jantzen  is  a  long-term  investment.    Superb  body 
fit  and  it's  made  of  elasticized  wool  (if  you  know  what  we 
mean)  so  you'll  wear  it  with  pride  for  more  than  one  season! 
"V-cut"  top  flatteringly  foreshortens  the  bosom-line.  Flared 
skirt  covers  an  otherwise  stark  line  of  the  hips.  In 
slick-as-a-seal's-back  black  with  white  pique  borders 
or  in  various  colors  with  white.  $8.95  at  McCreery's,  New  York 

You  can  buy  all  fashions  shown  in  "You  Can  Look  As  Smart  As 
A  Star"  right  now!    Just  write,  phone  or  go  to  the  stores  listed 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirrob 

Good-by  to  Marriage, 

Ann's  separation  from 
Roger  (above)  left  her 
saddened  and  downcast 

It's  headline  news  why  Ann  Soth- 
ern  separated  from  Roger  Pryor; 
it's  new,  exciting  whispers  about 
her  friendship  with  Bob  Sterling 


Ann's  meeting  with  young  Bob 
brought  her  inimitable  wit  back  to 
life,  gave  a  new  note  to  her  beauty 

IN  Hollywood  they're  saying,  "What's 
happened  to  Ann  Sothem?" 
A  few  months  back  she  was 
doleful  and  downcast.  No  damsel  in 
distress  could  have  looked  more  de- 
pressed. Days  were  spent  in  ruthless 
reflection.  Ominous  hours  isolated  her 
from  familiar  scenes.  Then  suddenly 
she  emerged  from  a  chrysalis  of 
gloom.  Her  beauty  took  on  a  new 
note.  Her  inimitable  wit  came  back 
to  life.  A  radiance  too  obvious  to 
disguise  could  only  mean  one  thing 
(so  everyone  thinks).  Ann  must  be 
in  love! 

To  get  Ann  to  talk  about  it,  or  even 
admit  it,  is  about  as  simple  as  getting 
Greta  Garbo  on  a  bicycle  built  for 
two.  The  Sothern  style  of  doing  things 
doesn't  include  those  intimate  peeps 

JULY.  1942 

into  a  movie  star's  heart.  Ann  has 
never  been  one  to  indulge  in  emo- 
tional whims.  To  unburden  herself 
promiscuously.  Even  the  true  story  of 
David  Hobbs,  a  little  boy  who  was 
taken  from  her  life  when  she  loved 
him  most,  has  never  been  discussed 
by  her. 

Early  one  morning  Ann  was  called 
to  the  phone  by  Louella  Parsons.  Was 
it  true  that  Ann  and  Roger  Pryor 
were  having  trouble  in  their  home? 
Louella  waited  for  indignant  denials. 
The  usual  outburst  of  rage.  Tears  and 
hurt  feelings.  Trouble,  indeed! 

"Yes,  it's  true,"  answered  Ann,  who 
won't  lie — but  would  have  preferred 
not  answering  at  all.  "But  we're  try- 
ing our  best  to  work  it  out.  Please 
don't  say  we're  splitting  up.    If  it 

doesn't  work  out,  then  I'll  give  you 
the  story." 

That  was  nearly  two  years  ago.  On 
September  first  of  last  year,  heartsick 
and  weary,  Ann  released  her  state- 
ment. It  was  dignified,  brief,  unre- 
vealing.  "Due  to  our  divergent 
activities,  problems  have  arisen  which 
make  it  impossible  for  us  to  con- 
tinue," was  the  way  she  put  it.  Tliere 
was  no  mudslinging.  No  bitterness. 
Just  hurt  on  both  sides. 

After  eight  years  of  friendship,  five 
years  of  marriage,  admission  of  failure 
was  not  a  nice  reward.  Ann  couldn't 
talk  about  it.  She  wouldn't  talk  about 
it.  And  she  never  has.  She  and  Roger 
see  each  other  occasionally.  Often 
talk  on  the  phone.  A  fondness  for 
him  and  a  {Continued  on  page  86) 


Dietrich,  favorite 
of  Gabin  because 
she's  worldly, 
feminine,  with 
the  mind  of  a 
man  and  the 
heart  of  a  woman 



He  had  to  choose  between  Marlene  Dietrich  and  Ginger 
Rogers.  That  wasn't  so  easy,  even  for  a  man  like  Gabin 


WHEN  Gabin,  the  gamin,  came 
to  Hollywood  a  year  ago  via 
Spain  and  Portugal,  he  had 
all  the  earmarks  of  a  man  who  had 
lived  and  loved.  He  had  gone  through 
the  Battle  of  France  as  a  common 
sailor  on  a  minesweeper,  an  experi- 
ence that  turned  his  wild  shock  of 
hair  a  tawny  gray.  He  looks  older 
than  he  really  is — thirty-seven. 
Though  born  in  a  suburb  of  Paris, 
he  had  the  earthy  elemental  qualities 
of  a  peasant  in  a  naturalistic  story 
by  de  Maupassant  or  Zola.  Physical, 
lusty,  powerful — possessor,  the  women 
who  saw  him  averred,  of  more  sex 
appeal  than  any  other  male  in  the 
profession.  He  fairly  vibrated  with 
sheer  animal  magnetism. 

He  had  a  keen  experienced  eye 
for  feminine  charms.  He  told  us  in  a 
tense,  expectant  tone,  a  roguish 
twinkle  in  his  pale-green  eyes: 

"I  am  looking  for  my  Lady  Eve, 
haven't  found  her  yet.  You  want  to 
know  what  I  think  of  American  wo- 
men? I  know  none  of  them  well 
enough  to  pass  a  competent  judgment 
on  American  women,  but,  of  course, 
even  though  I  have  observed  them 
only  from  a  distance,  I  have  not  been 
blind  to  their  attractions.  For  Ameri- 
can women  are  surely  the  most  beau- 

tiful in  the  world."  He  whistled  and 
glanced  skyward.  "And  the  best 
dressed.  Definitely.  It  is  strange  that 
American  women  aren't  aware  of  that 
fact.  Here  you  can't  tell  an  heiress 
from  a  stenographer — and  for  all  I 
know  the  stenographer  herself  might 
be  an  heiress!  Yes,  they  are  very  chic. 
And  devilishly  healthy!  The  way  they 
walk — that  freedom  and  grace  of 
movement,  that  confidence  in  them- 
selves— it's  splendid!  I  feel  as  if  here 
in  America  a  new,  better  race  of  wo- 
men has  been  developed.  Although 
I  am  afraid  American  women  are  a 
bit  cold,  don't  have  the  feminine 
warmth  and  emotional  maturity  of 
French  women — at  least  the  sophisti- 
cated ones.  However,  I  may  be  wrong. 
I'll  tell  you  in  a  year  if  I  am!  After 
I  find  my  Lady  Eve." 

He  spoke  in  French — not  the  French 
of  the  Academicians,  but  of  the  rough, 
hearty  proletarians  of  the  Paris 
streets.  We  in  America  think  of 
Parisians  as  suave  folk  of  the  Boyer 
brand.  "You  know  the  real  Parisian?" 
Gabin  said.  "I  know  all  the  faults 
and  all  the  virtues  of  my  people,  and 
especially  of  Parisians.  The  common 
people  of  Paris — men  like  me — talk 
a  lot,  yell  a  lot,  but  they  are  good 
fellows,    (Continued    on    page  77) 

Rogers,  favorite,  too,  be- 
cause she's  simple,  direct, 
gay,  a  woman  of  the  people 

JULY,  1942 


Should  a  Man  Marry  before  Going  to  War? 

(Continued  jrom  page  35)  natured,  big 
Wayne  Morris  gave  up  his  Valley  ranch, 
his  spacious  farmhouse  with  the  sp)ecially 
built  oversized  stuffed  furniture  and 
extra-length  beds,  his  two  servants  and 
two  cars,  for  a  cramped,  sparsely  fur- 
nished three-room  apartment  and  liked  it. 

"I  have  never  been  so  happy  in  my 
life,"  says  Wayne  with  a  broad  smile. 
"At  night,  when  I  come  home  (while 
serving  on  the  Selection  Board,  Wayne 
is  permitted  to  live  at  home),  instead  of 
grumbling  that  there  is  nothing  to  do 
except  sit  at  a  night  club  and  kill  the 
evening  to  the  tune  of  fifty  bucks  or 
more,  we  call  up  one  of  our  Navy  friends 
and  his  wife  and  ask  them  over  to  dinner. 
It  is  an  unwritten  law  that  guests  bring 
part  of  the  food.  We  all  pitch  in  and  get 
dinner  together.    It's  fun! 

"We  don't  have  to  put  up  a  front  for 
anyone.  Big  homes,  showy  dinners  and 
expensive  clothes  are  no  longer  impor- 
tant. We  never  think  of  apologizing  if  we 
can't  afford  to  buy  this  or  do  that.  We 
are  all  in  the  same  boat." 

Wayne  admitted  there  was  plenty  of 
adjusting  and  scaling  down  before  he 
could  get  married  last  January.  Keeping 
up  with  Hollywood  had  left  him  little  of 
his  movie  salary.  There  was  consider- 
able difference  between  his  Hollywood 
monthly  check  of  $3,000  and  the  $183 
Uncle  Sam  pays  him. 

"Pat  and  I  knew  we  could  live  on  my 
pay  check,  because  hundreds  of  other 
Navy  ensigns  and  their  wives  were  doing 
it,"  said  Wayne. 

Like  the  sensible,  levelheaded  young 
couple  that  they  are,  they  sat  down  and 
figured  out  their  assets  and  liabilities. 
Money  from  the  sale  of  one  of  the  cars 
and  other  unnecessary  possessions  was 
added  to  Wayne's  saving  account.  He 
paid  the  mortgage  on  the  ranch  and 
cleared  all  outstanding  debts.  The  rent 
from  the  ranch  helps  to  support  his  small 
son  by  his  former  marriage  to  Bubbles 

"We  worked  out  a  budget  that  covers 
everything  from  food  to  clothes,"  ex- 
plained Wayne.  "Each  month  it  is  a  chal- 
lenge to  make  my  check  cover  our 

"When  Pat  and  I  were  married  I  had 
only  a  day's  leave.  So  our  motor  trip  to 
Pensacola,  Florida,  where  I  soon  start 
three  months'  flying  training,  is  really 
our  honeymoon. 

"Pat  and  I  refuse  to  worry  or  make 
plans.  Plans,  we  have  both  found,  seem 
to  have  a  way  of  falling  through.  All  the 
worrying  in  the  world  will  not  postpone 
the  time  when  I  will  have  to  leave  for 
active  service. 

"So  each  day  we  try  to  get  everything 
out  of  life.  Tomorrow  never  actually  gets 
here.    It's  today  that  counts." 

"  I  F  I  were  married  when  I  went  into 

'  the  Army,  I  would  be  the  fightingest 
son-of-a-gun  in  the  world!"  Blonde,  tall 
Richard  Travis's  blue  eyes  took  on  a  flinty 
glint  as  he  spoke. 

"The  priceless  knowledge  that  my  wife 
was  back  home  loving  me,  waiting  for  me, 
would  make  war  seem  like  a  personal 
job.   I  would  pitch  in  and  fight  like  hades. 

"I  wouldn't  hesitate  to  get  married, 
even  though  I  were  going  to  the  front 
the  next  day." 

Although  Richard  Travis  has  not  yet 
been  called  into  service,  from  actual  ex- 
perience he  knows  what  it  means  to 
work  with  U.  S.  armed  forces. 

The  two  Warner  Brothers  Army  shorts 
in  which  he  worked  recently,  "The  Tanks 
Are  Coming"  and  "Here  Comes  The  Cav- 

alry," were  made  with  trained  soldiers, 
under  Government  supervision. 

"Since  making  these  pictures  I  have 
more  respect  than  ever  for  our  armed 
forces,"  said  Dick.  "I  was  very  proud  to 
work  with  them." 

Although  he  did  not  mention  any  par- 
ticular girl,  Jean  Cagney,  cute  red- 
headed sister  of  Jimmy,  is  the  girl  young 
Mr.  Travis  is  lunching  with  these  days 
at  the  Warner  Brothers  studio. 

"One  thing  is  certain,"  smiled  Mr. 
Travis.  "When  the  right  girl  says  'yes,' 
it  won't  take  me  long  to  find  a  preacher." 

WHAT  do  Hollywood  actresses  think 
about  marrying  a  man  soon  to  be  in 
the  front-line  trenches?  How  do  they 
look  upon  war  marriages? 

Let's  hear  Priscilla  Lane's  side  of  the 

Gossip  columns  have  recently  been  pre- 
dicting that  Pat  was  once  more  altar- 
bound,  this  time  with  Lieutenant  Joe 
Howard.  Despite  the  pleasantly  in- 
triguing reports  that  she  has  also  been 
seeing  her  ex-fiance  John  Barry,  news- 
paper editor  of  Victorville,  Pat's  eminent- 
ly qualified  to  speak.  For  she  is  a  girl 
facing  the  important  decision:  Would  I 
marry  a  man  who  is  going  away  to  war? 

It  was  this  same  decision  which  entered 
into  her  betrothal  to  young  Barry. 

•  •  • 


uncovers  twenty  burn- 
ing questions  Holly- 
wood Insiders  would 
like  to  hush-hush 


•  •  • 

"I  can't  set  a  wedding  date  until  John 
knows  where  he  stands  in  the  draft," 
Pat  said  the  day  her  engagement  to  Mr. 
Barry  was  announced.  The  fact  that  ihat 
engagement  was  broken  a  few  months 
later  has  not  changed  her  ideas  that  it  is 
better  to  wait  than  to  marry  a  man  who 
is  going  to  war. 

Priscilla's  latest  romance  report  started 
when,  tired  out  after  making  two  pic- 
tures in  a  row,  "Arsenic  And  Old  Lace" 
and  "Saboteur,"  she  hurried  down  to  her 
favorite  desert  vacation  resort,  Yucca 
Loma.  When  she  found  that  her  friend 
and  hostess,  Gwyn  Baer,  had  turned  the 
playroom  into  U.  S.  O.  headquarters  open 
to  soldiers  quartered  near  by,  it  was  only 
natural  that  Pat  should  agree  to  help  with 
their  entertainment. 

It  wasn't  long  before  it  was  obvious 
that  Lieutenant  Howard  was  receiving 
most  of  Pat's  attention.  When  she  and 
the  good-looking  lieutenant  were  seen 
swinging  through  square  dances  at  the 
Saturday  night  country  grange  and  tak- 
ing long  drives  into  the  desert,  gossip  had 
it  that  Pat  and  the  Lieutenant  were  that 
way  about  each  other. 

Pat,  who  has  just  returned  from  her 
vacation  to  start  work  on  her  new  picture 
at  Paramount,  has  nothing  new  to  add 
to  her  views  on  not  marrying  a  man  in 
our  armed  forces.  She  holds  to  the  con- 
clusions arrived  at,  after  thoughtful  con- 
sideration, at  the  time  of  her  engagement 
to  John  Barry. 

"An   actress   is   different   from  other 

girls,"  said  Pat  at  that  time.  "Gossip 
columns  and  Hollywood  rumor  contin- 
ually link  her  name  with  this  man  and 
that.  It's  hard  enough  for  an  actress  to 
make  a  go  of  marriage  in  Hollywood 
when  both  husband  and  wife  are  in  pic- 
tures and  living  together.  With  the 
husband  away  in  the  Army  or  Navy, 
especially  if  he  weren't  in  pictures,  their 
marriage  wouldn't  have  a  chance.  Seeing 
his  wife's  name  in  print,  reading  ac- 
counts of  her  appearance  here  and  there, 
he  might  think  the  little  woman  wasn't 
giving  much  thought  to  him.  Misunder- 
standing would  follow.  It's  hard  to  sep- 
arate publicity  from  the  real  thing. 

"Separations  are  no  good.  The  next 
time  I  get  married  I  am  going  to  have  a 
real  wedding  and  settle  down  with  my 
husband  in  a  home  of  our  own." 

"VES,  definitely,  I  would  marrj'  a  man 

•  about  to  go  into  our  armed  forces,  if 
I  were  in  love  with  him,"  said  Linda 
Darnell.  In  her  portable  dressing  room, 
between  scenes  of  "The  Loves  Of  Edgar 
Allan  Poe,"  which  she  is  making  at 
Twentieth  Century-Fox,  Linda  sat  be- 
fore her  mirror  combing  her  hair. 

"If  I  didn't  marry  him  and  he  went 
away,  I  would  be  keeping  myself  for 
him  forever  after.  I  would  feel  that  no 
other  man  could  ever  take  his  place.  I 
would  think,  'Wasn't  I  a  fool  not  to  take 
love  when  I  had  it.' 

"If  it  were  possible  for  me  to  live  near 
him,  while  he  was  in  training,  I  certainlj^ 
would  be  there,  even  though  it  meant 
giving  up  my  career.  If  I  loved  him 
enough  to  marry  him,  I  would  love  him 
enough  to  give  everything  up  for  him. 

"Of  course.  I  would  hate  having  the 
time  come  when  he  would  have  to  leave 
me.  However,  if  I  married  a  soldier  in 
wartime.  I  would  know  that  day  would 
eventually  arrive.  And  if  the  man  I 
loved  didn't  join  some  branch  of  our 
armed  forces.  I  couldn't  respect  him." 

When  Miss  Darnell  was  asked  whether 
there  was  any  particular  man  in  her  life, 
she  answered,  "No.  I  wish  there  were. 
There  is  not  even  one  soldier."' 

XilCHELE  MORGAN,  with  her  entire 
family  in  France  and  the  memory 
of  the  heartache  and  tragedy  war  brings 
less  than  a  year  behind  her,  has  this  to 
say  about  marrying  a  man  before  he 
joins  the  armed  forces. 

"If  I  loved  him,  "Yes."  But  I  would 
want  to  be  very  sure  it  was  love  and  not 
just  a  high  emotional  pitch  of  the 

"He's  going  to  come  back  from  war 
with  his  whole  perspective  of  life 
changed.  We  learned  that  in  France. 

"I  would  try  to  think  ahead.  'Do  I  love 
him  enough  to  help  him  build  a  new  life 
when  he  returns?  Will  I  have  the  pa- 
tience and  understanding  he  will  need? 

"It  is  so  easy  for  a  girl  to  fall  in  love 
when  she  meets  a  man  about  to  go  into 
the  Army.  She  thinks,  "He  has  only  a 
few  days.  It's  our  right  to  marry  and  take 
what  happiness  we  can.' "' 

To  the  credit  of  all  these  girls  money 
was  not  mentioned.  Although  they  have 
money  now.  what  if  their  husbands  left 
them  with  expectant  motherhood  facing 
them  and  they  were  unable  to  go  on  with 
their  career?  Tlte  main  issue,  rather, 
seemed  to  be  the  effect  indefinite  separa- 
tion would  have  upon  their  future. 

Hollywood  sweethearts,  like  sweet- 
hearts from  coast  to  coast,  have  one 
thought  uppermost  in  their  minds — a 
wish  to  do  the  best  for  all  concerned. 
The  End. 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  mo\ie  mirror 

Helene  Car+wright,  graphol- 
ogist, unties  the  knotty  mar- 
ital problem  of  Ty  and  Anna- 
bella  in  the  stroke  of  a  pen 

PSYCHOLOGISTS  are  always  specu- 
lating as  to  whether  like  drawn  to 
like  or  opposite  drawn  to  opposite  is 
best  suited.  The  graphologist  knows  that 
like  to  like  and  opposite  to  opposite  can 
produce  the  ideal  love  pair. 

Tyrone  Power  and  Annabella  are  at 
opposite  poles  of  thought  and  feeling. 
He  is  forthright  and  downright,  aggres- 
sive and  sure  of  himself.  Look  at  those 
dynamic  capitals,  the  speed  with  which 
he  writes,  the  long,  aggressive  "y"  in  his 
first  name.  Here  is  a  person  who  does 
not  care  for  the  subtleties  and  who  has 
marked  out  his  path  in  life  with  few 
ifs,  ands  and  buts. 

Even  people  who  do  not  notice  writ- 
ing very  much  must  see  that,  as  a  writer, 
Annabella  is  something  special.  Her 
script  is  written  with  a  hand  which  dis- 
dains the  exact,  readable  letter  form. 
She  runs  the  pen  hastily  through  each 
letter — notice  that  "Anna"  would  be 
something  at  which  to  shoot  a  guess  if 
you  did  not  know  the  name  and  "bella" 
is  little  better. 

The  script  gesture  is  that  of  a  gay 
indifference  as  to  whether  you  can  read 
the  name  or  not.  Annabella  is  not  con- 
cerned with  what  the  world  thinks  of 

T'S  IN  A 


her;  whether  she  is  making  an  impres- 
sion or  not,  or  whether  she  is  dynamic 
or  forceful.  She  is  just  herself  and  you 
take  her  or  leave  her! 

Tyrone  does  care  whether  you  take 
him  or  leave  him.  He  wants  to  have  you 
understand  him;  he  wants  to  make  an 
impression;  he  throws  himself  into  his 
roles  with  the  determination  to  make 
them  effective. 

Annabella  goes  through  her  roles  with 
her  own  conception  of  them  paramount; 
she  plays  herself  and  lifts  a  dainty  shoul- 
der at  the  world  and  its  opinion  of  her  as 
an  actress. 

These  two  have  had  a  good  deal  of 
adjustment  to  make  and  yet  each  re- 
mains a  distinct  and  different  character. 
In  such  a  union  there  is  that  strange 
attraction  of  opposites,  in  which  two 
people  do  not  agree  but  agree  to  dis- 
agree and  are  passionately  in  love  just 
the  same. 

No  more  subtle  character  is  on  the 
screen  today  than  Annabella;  no  more 
forthright  and  dynamic  character  than 
Tyrone  Power.  What  a  combination! 
What  difference!  And,  maybe,  what 

The  End 


"S^^^  lades  ate  so         ol^i  ^ 

Ponds  UPS' 

—Stays  on  Longer 

5  full -of  -  ideas  "Stagline"  shadi 
flaming  Rascal  Red  thr   

he  bi( 

ie  shades — with 
lig  summer  news. 

Actual  10*  size! 
(There's  a  larger  size,  too) 

The  Skelton  in  Hollywood's  Closet 

(Continued  jrom  page  39)  to  Edna. 

"You're  just  afraid  of  it  and  you  know 
it,"  she  says.  "What's  a  little  click,  for 
heaven's  sake?" 

Anyway,  he'll  sit  in  a  room  and  let  the 
thing  ring  and  ring  and  ring  until  Edna 
runs  upstairs  or  downstairs  or  wherever 
to  answer  it.  "The  only  time  in  his  life 
he  did  answer  it,"  Edna  says,  "he  got 
us  into  a  Philadelphia  theater  a  week  too 
soon."  She  gives  Red  a  look  and  he 
shamefacedly  pretends  to  be  absorbed  in 
his  macaroni  and  cheese,  which  he 
ordered  because  Edna  did. 

I  F  all  marriages,  the  Hollywood  kind  or 
'  any  kind  anywhere,  were  based  on  the 
same  solid  foundation  of  need  of  each 
other  as  Red's  and  Edna's,  what  a  field 
day  it  would  be  at  the  happy  home  fes- 
tival. Edna  writes  his  sketches  and  Red 
acts  them.  When  a  theater  manager  once 
suggested  a  girl  for  his  act,  Red  insisted 
on  Edna. 

"I  won't  do  it,"  she  said.  "I've  never 
been  on  the  stage  in  my  life." 

So  they  tried  out  a  girl  violinist  and 
Red  just  acted  awful.  While  she  played 
Red  refused  to  carry  the  signs  behind 
her  that  read,  "Anyone  that  wants  a 
free  beer,  applaud."  The  new  acrobatic 
dancer  met  the  same  ghastly  fate.  If  she 
thought  Red  was  going  to  picket  her, 
while  she  twisted  her  sacroiliac  into  un- 
ladylike positions,  with  posters  that  read, 
"Hiss  if  you're  a  monkey,"  she  was  a 
mistaken  woman.  Red  wanted  Edna. 

It  was  the  proffered  new  taffeta  dress 
and  not  Red  that  finally  won  Edna  over. 
She  and  Red  had  been  so  poor  that  any 
kind  of  a  dress  was  a  triumph  of  matter 
over  mind.  So,  reluctantly,  Edna  con- 
sented, forgot  the  words  of  the  song  half- 
way through,  ran  off  the  stage,  was 
hauled  back  by  Red  and  finally  had  to  be 
propped  up  between  Red  and  the  orches- 
tra leader  until  the  finish. 

For  the  four  hundredth  time  she 
packed  her  suitcase  to  leave  him.  This 
time,  she  was  through  and  all  the  people 
in  Kansas  City,  where  she  lived,  had 
been  absolutely  right  when  they  said  no 
good  would  come  of  Edna  Stillwell's 
marrying  a  burlesque  banana.  Only,  of 
course,  she  didn't  leave.  Red  had  cured 
her  of  that  the  first  year  of  marriage. 

They  were  children,  remember,  fifteen 
and  seventeen,  still  used  to  using  what- 
ever weapons  were  at  hand,  so  when  on 
the  third  day  of  the  honeymoon  the  usual 
fight  got  under  way,  they  tussled  like 
two  kids,  with  Edna  accidentally  biting 
Red  such  a  lulu  he  promptly  came  down 
with  blood  poison.  For  a  while  the  doc- 
tor thought  he  might  have  hydrophobia 
and  Red  was  frantic  for  fear  they'd  cut 
off  Edna's  head  for  an  analytical  exam- 

She  left  him,  took  a  bus,  went  home, 
and  was  gone  nine  months.  She  ignored 
Red's  letters  that  said,  in  turn,  "Please 
come  back,"  and  "AH  right,  stay  there." 
He  was  a  lonely  kid  of  seventeen,  who'd 
been  out  in  the  world  since  he  was  ten. 

and,  doggone  it,  he  needed  Edna.  After 
nine  months  the  great  reunion  took  place. 
Three  days  later  they  staged  a  battle 
that  put  Gettysburg  in  the  show  money. 
"All  right,  go  home,  '  Red  yelled  before 
Edna  had  a  chance  to  utter  her  threat. 
So  just  for  that  she  stayed. 

Things,  of  course,  quieted  down  when 
Red  and  Edna  grew  into  adulthood,  which 
is  a  pity.  But  if  the  urge  does  come  upon 
them  now  to  argue  things  out,  no  matter 
where  they  are  or  who's  around.  Red 
will  say,  "No,  I'm  going  to  have  it  out 
right  now  while  I'm  mad."  And  so  he 
does.  He  never  stays  mad  longer  than 
two  consecutive  minutes  and  can't  under- 
stand other  people  who  keep  on  being 
mad  when  he  isn't. 

They  are  simply  wonderful.  They  kiss 
when  they  meet  and  when  they  leave 
each  other,  if  it's  twenty  times  a  day,  or 
if  it's  in  the  M-G-M  commissary  with  a 
hundred  beauties  looking  on.  Edna  is 
plain.  But  Edna  is  one  of  the  main 
reasons  Red  can  be  in  the  M-G-M  com- 
missary today.  He  knows  it. 

RED  is  a  new  kind  of  comedian  in 
Hollywood.  He's  what  they  call  out 
here  a  situation  comedian.  Unlike  Bob 
Hope,  he  does  not  depend  on  smart  lines 
or  gags.  The  only  really  funny  thing 
we  ever  heard  Red  say  was  that  he  was 
so  much  a  wolf  that  every  time  a  pretty 
girl  went  by  he  said,  "Halloooooo,"  and 
he  sounded  exactly  like  a  wolf  calling 
his  mate.  Even  Edna  laughed.  He  never 

drinks  and  yet,  as  he  himself  says,  he 
can  look  more  plastered  than  a  Cali- 
fornia bungalow.  He  sees  the  ridiculous 
in  everything,  everyone,  every  situation, 
everydayish  and  commonplace.  Or 
rather,  Edna  does,  and  Red  embroiders  it 
in  green  and  blue  daffodils  and  with 
fringe,  yet. 

He  talked  so  much  and  so  constantly 
when  he  was  a  kid  in  Vincennes,  In- 
diana, where  he  was  born,  that  his  em- 
ployer for  the  summer,  a  grocery-store 
owner,  finally  went  to  the  owner  of  a 
traveling  medicine  show  encamped  with- 
in the  town  and  said  wearily,  "Look,  take 
him  away,  I  beg  of  you." 

So  Red,  who  was  ten  at  the  time  and 
had  to  work  to  eat,  talked  it  over  with 
his  widowed  mother  and  she  agreed  he 
should  try  it  for  the  summer.  The  other 
three  boys,  who  were  older,  could  keep 
the  home  fires  at  least  smoking. 

The  next  summer  he  "toured"  again, 
and  after  that  he  joined  the  John  Law- 
rence Stock  Company,  and  later  Clarence 
Stout's  Minstrels  and  at  fourteen  he  left 
his  old  Vincennes  home  for  good,  and  was 
that  town  happy!  A  season  on  the  "Cotton 
Blossom"  Showboat  floating  up  and  down 
the  Ohio  River  gave  way  to  his  clowning 
for  the  circus.  At  sixteen  he  was  the 
youngest  burlesque  comedian  in  exist- 
ence, and  the  following  year  he  was 

HE  met  Edna  when  the  frantic  manager 
of  the  Kansas  City  Pantages  Theater 
up  the  street  tore  into  the  burlesque 
house  where  Red  was  playing  and  said, 
"Quick,  I've  got  to  have  someone  at 
once.  The  stooge  for  one  of  my  acts 
hasn't  shown  up."  For  some  reason, 
everyone  looked  at  Red.  "Hey,  wait  a 
minute  .  .  ."  he  began.  But  the  next 
thing  he  knew  a  Pantages  usherette 
named  Edna  Stilbnan  was  lighting  his 
way  to  an  upi>er  box  where  Red  was 
scheduled  to  imitate  a  bored  man  at  the 
theater.  "The  act  was  no  good,"  Edna 
informed  him  as  she  lighted  his  way  out. 

The  next  week  he  filled  in  again  and 
this  time  Edna  grudgingly  admitted  he 
was  funny  in  one  or  two  spots.  Over- 
come, Red  asked  to  take  her  home  and 
thereupon  embarked  on  what  he  claims 
was  a  streetcar  ride  that  went  from 
Kansas  City  to  somewhere  near  the  Ohio 
State  Line.  That  trek  on  wheels  cooled 
the  budding  romance  like  ice  down  the 
neck.  But  Red  kept  filling  in  night  after 
night  and  Edna's  comments  became  more 

and  more  sensible  and  finally  there  they 
were — in  love,  two  kids  who  were  lonely 
at  heart,  who  had  to  work  to  survive 
and  who  needed  each  other. 

They  plunged  immediately  into  Walk- 
athons,  the  fad  that  was  then  sweeping 
the  country.  They  traveled  from  city  to 
city,  walkathoning  and  walkathoning. 

From  Walkathons  the  Skeltons,  with 
the  aid  of  Uncle  Jim  Harkin,  now  with 
the  Fred  Allen  radio  show,  entered 
vaudeville.  They  got  out  of  it  more 
times  than  they  were  in  it,  too.  They 
accepted  the  fact  that  they  were  poor 
and  very  hungry.  Ereryone  else  they 
knew  was,  too. 

Once  when  they  were  thrown  out  of 
their  apartment  they  took  a  dirty,  miser- 
able room  and  set  to,  with  a  borrowed 
scrub  bucket,  to  clean.  They  sacrificed 
to  buy  enough  paint  at  the  ten-cent  store 
to  cover  the  walls  and  miserable'  furni- 
ture. They  scraped  and  tidied  and 
cleaned  until  even  the  Chinese,  who 
had  a  cubbyhole  next  door,  could  hardly 
bear  it.  Red  even  built  a  pair  of  steps 
from  the  window  to  the  courtyard  for 
the  dog.  There  was  always  a  dog,  no 
matter  what,  and  once  there  had  even 
been  a  duck  and  a  small  p>olar  bear. 
When  all  was  finished,  the  landlady  raised 
the  rent  beyond  their  means.  Red  was 
wild.  He  began  throwing  things  into 
their  trunk,  preparatory  to  carrying  it 
downstairs  and  saving  thereby  on  the 
hauling  charge. 

"Are  you  sure  you  can  carry  it  down 
on  your  back?"  Edna  asked. 

"Of  course  I'm  sure,"  Red  stormed  and 
proceeded  to  the  stairs  where  he  in- 
stantly tripped,  dropping  the  trunk,  which 
promptly  chased  him  all  the  way  down- 
stairs, with  Red  screaming,  and  the  trvmk 
gaining  at  every  step,  and  the  dog  yowl- 
ing bloody  murder,  and  the  Chinese  bow- 
ing like  a  madman  to  everyone  in  sight. 

P  ED'S  first  big  chance  came  in  a  club  in 
Montreal.    He  borrowed  a  dress  suit, 
went  on  and  was  a  miserable  failure. 

"Ah,  those  gags  are  old,"  a  customer 
chided  aloud  in  disgust. 

"Don't  like  old  things?"  Red  asked. 

"Naw,"  sneered  the  customer. 

"Then  what  are  you  doing  with  that 
face?"  came  back  Red. 
That  turned  the  tide.  The  Skeltons  were 
then  on  their  way. 

"Look,"  Edna  said  one  night  after  a 
successful  vaudeville  tour,  "I  don't  like 
our  routines.   I  could  write  better  ones." 

"Why  don't  you?  '  Red  asked.  She  did 
and  has  been  doing  it  ever  since. 

The  famous  doughnut  routine,  intro- 
duced by  Red  in  "Having  Wonderful 
Time,"  had  its  birth  when  the  pair  was 
playing  Montreal  and  the  manager  de- 
manded something  new.  The  two  sat  in 
a  coffee  shop  an  hour  before  show  time, 
blue  and  sunk.  Finally  Edna  said,  "Look 
at  that  fellow  over  there.  The  way  he's 
dunking  that  doughnut.  It  gives  me  an 

For  three  years  the  Skeltons  toured  the 
big  time  with  their  doughnut  act.  Red 
ate  twelve  doughnuts  during  his  half- 
hour  act  or  thirty-six  sinkers  a  day.  His 
mouth  was  covered  with  blisters,  he 
added  thirty-five  pounds  of  weight  and 
finally  ended  up  in  a  hospital. 

"Having  Wonderful  Time"  didn't  do 
much  for  Red.  His  vaudeville  career 
seemed  to  nose-dive,  too.  And  just  then 
came  a  year's  radio  show  in  Chicago 
and,  on  its  heels,  his  M-G-M  contract. 

"I  can  make  you  independent  in  three 
years,"  their  manager  said  to  Edna. 

"No,  make  it  five  years  and  let  Red 
have  a  little  fun.  He  deserves  it,"  she 

THEY  moved  into  a  cottage-type  Brent- 
'  wood  house  solely  because  it  had  a 
secret  panel  which  Red  adored.  The 
panel  leads  into  Red's  own  den,  which 
is,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  beyond  descrip- 
tion. Red  himself  furnished  it  with  a 
red  leather  chair  from  a  secondhand 
store  and  a  three-dollar  organ  which 
sounds  ghastly  and  which  Red  painted  a 
vivid  red  to  unmatch  the  chair.  Hitler 
and  Churchill  couldn't  clash  worse. 

Red  Skelton  brings  a  new  link  between 
Hollywood  and  you  fans  out  there.  He  is 
you  on  the  wrong  side  of  the  fence.  He'll 
join  fans  that  crowd  the  sidewalks  to  see 
the  famous. 

"What's  all  this  keeping  away  from  the 
people  who  keep  you  going?  I  don't  get 
it,"  he  says  a  bit  bewildered. 

No,  and  he  never  will,  either. 

"Oh,  say,"  we  said  on  leaving,  "what's 
your  real  name?  You  weren't  born  'Red,' 
were  you?" 

He  looked  puzzled  a  moment,  glanced 
imploringly  at  Edna.  Then  suddenly  the 
two  dimples  went  into  action  in  those 
cheeks,  the  brown  eyes  twinkled,  the 
red  hair  gleamed. 

"It's  Richard,"  he  beamed.   "Gee,  you 
nearly  had  me  there  for  a  minute!" 
The  End. 

(Continued  from  page  53)  the  Lily  Maid 
of  Astolat,  or  the  young  Juliet.  "That  is, 
she  pictured  herself  that  way  until  she 
began  to  get  angry. 

That  anger  was  her  cure  and  the  rea- 
son she  got  angry  was  due  to  the  very 
quality  that  today  distinguishes  her  act- 

The  trick  was  that  she  began  to  think. 
The  actress  in  her  let  her  sob  and  drama- 
tize herself,  but  the  intellectual  in  her, 
which  is  more  powerful,  made  her  realize, 
after  a  bit,  that  she  was  also  giving  a 
great  performance  without  a  soul  to 
watch  it.  Moreover,  she  knew  that  some 
of  her  tragedy  was  due  to  not  having  told 
Olivia  the  whole  truth. 

For  when  Olivia  had  told  her  that  she 
was  cast  for  Melayiie,  Joan  had  retorted 
that  she  had  tested  for  Scarlett  O'Hara, 
had  tested  and  lost  out.  That  was  true, 
but,  what  was  also  true,  was  that  Joan 
could  have  tested  for  Melanie.  In  fact, 
Selznick  had  begged  her  to  do  so,  but 
she  had  refused.    She  had  refused  be- 

Personal  Conquest 

cause  she  thought  Melanie  a  role  not  her 

So  here  she  was,  in  the  middle  of  the 
night,  in  the  middle  of  an  empty  house, 
being  a  poor,  pitiful  pawn  of  fate. 

"I  won't  be  like  that,"  said  Joan  aloud 
to  herself.  "I  refuse.  I'll  cook  some- 
thing." And  there  again,  she  began  ex- 
pressing another  side  of  her  complex, 
sensitive  nature. 

•That  is  her  ideal  not  of  being  a  great 
siren  or  a  femme  fatale  but  of  being  a 
perfect  wife.  She  had  always  visioned 
herself  in  that  role  and  she  firmly  be- 
lieved that  the  quickest  way  to  a  man's 
heart  was  through  the  dinner  table. 

So  on  her  near-suicide  night,  Joan 
sought  out  the  kitchen,  whipped  up  a 
concoction  of  rum  and  bananas,  ate  it  ap- 
preciatively and  crawled  into  bed.  Na- 
turally, with  such  a  feast  inside  her,  she 
didn't  feel  in  the  least  sleepy,  so  she  tore 
the  wrapping  off  a  new  book  and  settled 
down  to  read.  Then  she  forgot  her  sad- 
ness, Olivia,  the  future,  everything.  The 

book  completely  fascinated  her.  Its  title 
was  "Rebecca." 

THE  next  morning  she  felt  she  could, 
'  somehow,  conquer  life  and  when 
George  Cukor,  the  director,  called 
through,  asking  her  for  dinner  that  night, 
she  regarded  it  as  a  good  omen. 

She  arrived  at  dinner,  feeling  very  shy 
amid  the  brilliance  of  Cukor's  house  and 
guests,  and  discovered  her  dinner  partner 
to  be  David  Selznick.  Searching  for 
conversation  she  told  him,  "I  read  the 
most  wonderful  book  last  night.  'Re- 
becca.' " 

"I  bought  it  today,"  said  Selznick. 
"Would  you  test  for  that  role?" 

That  began  it.  She  tested  for  six  solid 
months.  Cukor  did  get  her  a  bit  to  play 
in  "The  Women"  meanwhile,  but  nothing 
happened  but  more  tests.  She  knew 
scores  of  other  young  actresses  were  try- 
ing to  be  Rebecca,  too. 

She  was  back  in  her  old  cycle  again, 
just  as  Liv  was  in  her  cvcle  of  success, 

JULY,  1942 


adoration,    flirtation    and  romance. 

So  Joan  did  the  other  thing  she  always 
does  when  she  feels  low.  She  got  herself 
engaged  again.  Today  Joan  would  rather 
not  reveal  his  name  and  her  reason  is 
very  good  since  the  unlucky-in-love  gen- 
tleman was  no  less  than  the  person  who 
first  took  her  to  Brian  Aherne's  home. 

Joan  had  met  Brian  at  a  Palm  Springs 
hotel  when  he  had  heard  her  voice  in  the 
game  room  and,  thinking  it  was  Olivia, 
whom  he  knew,  had  come  bounding  into 
the  room  to  find,  instead — his  future  wife. 

But  the  first  time  Joan  and  Brian  really 
got  together  was  when  Joan's  intended 
(or  so  he  thought!)  took  Joan  with  him 
to  a  garden  party  of  Brian's.  It  was  a  big 
party,  complete  with  a  fortuneteller,  and 
Joan,  not  knowing  many  people,  decided 
to  retreat  from  the  crowd  by  having  her 
future  read  to  her.  "You  are  going  to 
marry  your  host,"  said  the  mystic. 

Joan  laughed,  jumped  up  and  left  the 
fortuneteller's  tent,  and  then  her  heart 
stood  still.  For  standing  outside  that  tent 
were  Brian  and  her  fiance. 

Her  fiance  rushed  over  to  her.  "Oh, 
Joan,"  he  said,  "I  want  you  to  come  talk 
to  Brian  Aherne." 

Joan  suppKJses  now  that  her  fiance  was 
called  away  at  that  moment,  but  she  isn't 
sure.  She  only  knows  that  she  and  Brian 
began  to  talk,  that  she  said  to  him 
breathlessly,  "Mr.  Aherne,  I've  just  been 
told  I'm  going  to  marry  you,"  that  he  re- 
plied, his  eyes  twinkling.  "We  shall  have 
to  do  something  about  that.  How  about 
a  date  Wednesday  or  Thursday  to  talk 
it  over?"  and  that  she  said,  instantly, 

Before  Wednesday  arrived,  she  had 
learned  all  about  his  romances.  "They 
were  all  such  glamorous  women,"  she 
says  now.  She  knew  he  was  a  persistent 
bachelor — and  there  she  was  resolved  to 
marry  him! 

BUT  on  Wednesday  evening  she  forgot 
all  of  that  because  she  was  fasci- 
nated talking  to  him.  Their  talk  ranged 
from  Shakespeare  to  Selznick,  from 
metaphysics  to  make-up.  She  discovered 
he  loved  food  as  much  as  she  did,  loved 
books  as  much  as  she  did,  loved  music 
and  dogs  and  flying  and  walks  in  the 
country  and  being  just  with  one  person 
and  being  formal  about  informal  things 
and  informal  about  stuffy  ones.  Mid- 
night came  and  went,  and  one  o'clock  and 
two.  Finally  he  said  "Good-by,  until 

She  didn't  sleep  a  wink.  She  lay  tossing, 
thinking  abjectly,  "I  was  so  stupid.  I 
wasn't  a  bit  glamorous.    I  just  talked." 

The   next   night   he   said,   "Are  you 
really  engaged?" 
"Yes,"  she  said. 

"We  must  do  something  about  that," 
he  said. 

"But  I'm  practically  married  to  the 
man,"  she  said. 

"Well,  you  certainly  couldn't  marry 
him  if  you  were  married  to  me,"  he  said. 

Joan  looked  at  him,  hardly  daring  to 
breathe.  She  saw  Brian's  eyes  widen, 
saw  his  rare,  sensitive  smile  illuminating 
his  worldly  face.  "I've  proposed  to  you," 
he  gasped. 

"Oh,  yes,"  sighed  Joan,  "and  I  accept." 

So  there  she  was  engaged  again,  only 
this  time  she  meant  it.  She  took  Brian 
up  to  meet  her  mother  in  Saratoga  and 
her  mother  said,  "Why,  Joan  darling,  he's 
nice,  which  means  you'll  be  divinely 
happy."  Joan  said  merely,  "Yes,  Mummy," 
because  she  was  being  meek  as  a  lamb 
those  days  about  everything  and  saying 
yes  to  everything  because  she  already 
was  divinely  happy  and  Brian  was  giving 
all  the  orders.  He  said  they  were  to  be 
married  in  not  more  than  two  weeks.  He 
said  they  were  to  be  married  at  St.  John's 

Chapel  in  Del  Monte.  He  said  she  was 
adorable,  beautiful,  feminine,  exquisite 
and  he  was  so  glad  she  wasn't  going  to 
be  an  actress. 

So  the  day  before  the  wedding  David 
Selznick  called  up.  "Report  to  the  studio 
at  once,"  he  ordered.   "You  are  Rebecca." 

"But  I  can't,"  Joan  gasped.  "I'm  being 
married  tomorrow." 

"Oh,  that,"  said  Selznick.  "Put  it  off. 
We  start  shooting  tomorrow.   At  nine." 

"No,"  said  Joan.  "I'm  being  married 

"Well,  okay.  Be  here  the  day  after 
tomorrow,  then." 

"No."  said  Joan.  "Brian  wants  a  honey- 
moon. We're  going  to  Santa  Barbara 
and  Oregon." 

"You  are  an  ungrateful  girl,"  said  Selz- 
nick (only  he  didn't  say  girl).  "Two 
weeks  then  and  not  one  hour  more." 

EVERYTHING  was  wonderful  and  ter- 
*-  rible  about  the  wedding.  Liv  kept  her 
awake  half  the  night  before  it,  calling 
from  Hollywood  to  tell  her  about  some 
new  romance.  Her  mother  held  up  the 
wedding  by  being  half  an  hour  late  for 
it.  Brian  never  noticed  the  traveling 
dress,  which  she  had  bought  so  carefully, 
and  which  she  changed  into  right  after 
the  ceremony.    But  not  one  bit  of  it 

Do  you  know 


Meet  the  fascinating 
man  who  stays  in  the  back- 
ground and  pulls  the  heart- 
strings of  Hollywood's 
most  glamorous  women — 


mattered.  She  knew  that  she  had  really 
found  her  love  and  all  her  future  life. 

Selznick  called  her  every  day  of  her 
honeymoon,  asked  ten  thousand  ques- 
tions. When  the  honeymoon  weeks  had 
passed,  she  came  back  to  Hollywood  be- 
cause Brian  had  to  go  to  work  as  well — 
in  "Vigil  In  The  Night"  and  "My  Son,  My 
Son!"  with  no  lapse  in  between.  She 
came  back  to  Brian's  very  bachelor  house, 
and  groaned  inwardly.  It  had  that  dark, 
ponderous  gloom  that  always  charac- 
terizes very  masculine  men's  houses  and 
Brian  thought  it  absolutely  perfect. 

She  went  to  work,  next  day  (Brian  had 
said  since  she'd  be  all  alone  in  a  strange 
house,  he'd  be  willing  for  her  to  play 
"Rebecca" — and  then  no  more  screen 
work)  with  the  double  burden  on  her  of 
being  at  once  a  star  and  a  new  wile. 
Hitchcock  is  an  exacting  director,  Selz- 
nick an  exacting  producer,  but  no  matter 
how  tired  she  was,  she  saw  to  it  that 
Brian's  house  was  beautifully  ordered, 
that  his  meals  were  p>erfectly  prepared 
and  served,  that  she  herself  was  always 
dressed  for  dinner.  Surreptitiously,  too, 
she  began  changing  the  house's  decora- 
tions, a  chair  here,  a  pair  of  drajjeries 

The  moment  "Rebecca"  was  released, 
of  course,  Joan  was  a  star  of  major  mag- 
nitude. At  once  the  pressure  was  put 
upon  her.  Selznick  wanted  to  put  her  im- 

mediately in  other  pictures.  Everv  studio 
wanted  to  borrow  her.  Role  after  role 
was  offered  her.  She  turned  them  down, 
one  after  the  other,  until  she  came  to 
"Suspicion"  and  after  that  she  turned 
them  down  one  after  another  until  she 
came  to  "The  Constant  Nymph." 

"You  are  an  ungrateful  girl,"  snorted 
Selznick,  only  he  didn't  say  girl,  and  that 
word  got  repeated  and  that  was  how  the 
legend  of  her  being  difficult  arose. 

She  didn't  want  to  do  "This  Above 
All,"  but  Selznick  wanted  her  to  and  said, 
he  holding  her  contract,  that  either  she 
did  that  for  him  or  he  wouldn't  p>ermit 
her  to  do  "The  Constant  Nymph."  So  she 
has  done  both  and  the  praise  of  her  in 
both  roles  is  whispered  everywhere  in 

She  is  trying  to  adapt  herself  to  the 
thought  that  if  her  holding  to  her  artistic 
ideals  makes  her  be  called  difficult,  she 
will  give  up  the  easy  camaraderie  of 
Hollywood  to  maintain  the  ideals.  She 
was  bitterly  hurt  by  the  completely  un- 
true, malicious  stories  that  were  circu- 
lated about  her,  after  she  received  this 
year's  Academy  Award,  stories  that  said 
she  had  gone  high-hat  and  artificial. 

"I  don't  want  to  get  where  I'm  not 
hurt  by  such  things,"  she  says,  with  a 
worried  little  frown  on  that  lovely  sensi- 
tive face  of  hers.  "If  you  get  so  you  are 
not  hurt,  it  means  you  are  getting  so  you 
don't  feel,  and  feehng  things  deeply, 
knowing  things  deeply,  are  the  things 
that  count.  If  to  go  on  with  my  career 
means  losing  that  sensitivity,  I'll  give  up 
the  career." 

"VA/HAT  about  giving   up  Brian?"  I 

She  looked  at  me  aghast.  "Why.  I'd 
give  up  my  career  in  a  second,"  she  said. 
"I  love  acting.  Brian  knows  that.  But 
he  comes  so  far  ahead  of  my  work  that  I 
can  barely  glimpse  it  from  where  I  stand 
beside  him.  I  want  to  have  children,  at 
least  two.  I  want  to  be  a  perfect  wife 
first,  then  a  perfect  mother,  and.  if  there's 
still  time  enough  after  I've  done  that, 
then  an  actress.  It  was  the  most  thrilling 
thing,  getting  that  Academy  Award,  but  it 
was  more  wonderful,  returning  home  that 
night  and  having  Brian  put  his  arms 
around  me  and  say,  'Ah,  darling,  how 
good  to  be  home  alone,  together.  I  want 
us  to  go  on  like  that  forever.' 

"We  live  on  Brian's  salary  which  is 
more  than  sufficient  for  our  simple  needs. 
This  means  my  salary,  which  isn't  very 
high,  is  just  'plus'  and  I,  lucky  creature 
that  I  am,  may  really  pick  and  choose 
my  roles.  I  simply  would  not  work  if  it 
endangered  my  home  life. 

"We  don't  go  out  very  much.  Brian  and 
I,  but  whenever  we  do,  we  suddenly  dis- 
cover, in  the  midst  of  a  party,  that  we've 
circulated  around  the  room,  and  come 
back  together,  and  there  we  are,  talking 
away  furiously.  If  I  sacrificed  everything 
to  stay  like  that  I'd  still  be  way  ahead, 
still  be  one  of  the  luckiest  women  in  the 

We  walked  out  through  the  house  that 
had  once  been  dark  and  which  is  now 
all  beauty  and  sunshine.  Joan  looked  at 
me,  grinning.  "He  likes  it  now,"  she  said. 
We  came  out  into  the  sunshine,  where  her 
small  dog  was  romping  and  the  flowers 
were  nodding.  "Isn't  it  all  beautiful?"  she 
said.    "Isn't  it  all  wonderful?" 

I  saw  she  was  dreaming  again,  this 
girl  w  "lo  had  been  so  lonely  for  so  long. 
And  I  went  away,  dreaming,  too.  know- 
ing I  had  seen  that  rarest  of  Hollj^vood 
sights  yet  one  of  the  loveliest  sights  in 
the  world,  the  sight  of  a  woman  of 
courage,  ambition  and  beauty  who  is 
above  all  that  completely  a  wife  in  love. 
The  End 


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'The  Forest  Rangers" 

EASX  isn't  IT?  9  OUT 

so  should  ^-^'^ 

Let  Hollywood's  Active- 
Lather  Facials  jiive  your  skin 
tion  it  needs  for  loveliness, 
ajiree  with  famous  stars  who 
Toilet  Soap's  a  wonderful  bea 

say  Lux 
uty  aid ! 

9  out  of  10  Screen  Stars  use  Lux  Toilet  Soap 

Jtrt-Y,  1942 


"You  Alone  .  .  ." 

(Contivued  from  page  32)  him.  Now 
he  was  way  over  in  Australia,  Arline 
said.  And  this  summer — the  planes 
would  all  be  different,  they'd  be  ready  to 
fight— to  protect  everybody  from  the 

1  wish  I  had  a  Jap  right  here,  I'd 
cut  his  head  right  off,  Betty  thought. 
I  should  think  even  their  own  children 
would  want  to  cut  their  heads  right 
off,  spoiling  everything  and  starting 

So  you  were  supposed  to  buy  a  defense 
stamp.    "On  you  alone.  .  .  ." 
It  was  so  silly. 

Still,  she  couldn't  cut  any  Jap  heads 
off,  and  the  point  was  to  get  rid  of  them 
so  this  summer  maybe  would  be  like 
they  had  planned — or  anyway  the  sum- 
mer after  that. 

It's  a  drop  in  the  bucket,  Betty  thought, 
but  I  got  to  do  something  or  I'll  bust. 

HER    bike    had   a    fiat   tire    and  she 
couldn't  get   another   one,   even  if 
Mom  had  the  cash,  which  she  didn't. 

Of  course  she  had  walked  farther, 
maybe,  but  that  had  been  for  fun  and 
with  the  gang.  Now,  she  trudged  along 
the  Roosevelt  Highway,  and  she  was  get- 
ting a  fine  big  blister  on  her  heel  that 
hurt.  The  wind  from  the  ocean  had 
turned  cold — like  it  always  did  about 
three  o'clock,  and  she  felt  lonesome. 

Every  quarter  counts — one-two — one- 
two — my  feet  feel  like  boils  and  that's 
what  they'll  be  if  these  blisters  keep  up. 
I  hope  my  quarter  buys  a  piece  of  a 
bomb  that  hits  a  Jap  right  in  the  head. 

Tires  screamed  and  breaks  squeaked 
and  a  roadster  skidded  to  a  stop  beside 
her.  Betty  looked  up  with  her  mouth 
open  to  say  no,  because  if  there  was 
one  thing  Mom  was  practically  a  nut 
about  it  was  Betty  accepting  a  hitch  or 
getting  in  a  car  with  a  stranger.  But 
when  she  saw  the  girl  at  the  wheel,  Betty 
closed  her  mouth  again. 

"Want  a  lift?"  the  girl  said,  and  Betty 
figured  even  Mom  couldn't  throw  a  fit 
about  this,  because  she  had  seen  the  girl 
around  the  studio,  so  it  wasn't  likely 

she'd  want  to  stuff  Betty's  body  down 
a  drain. 

"What  is  this?"  the  girl  said,  "an  in- 
itiation or  are  you  a  girl  Scout?" 

She  was  a  very  pretty  girl,  not  as 
pretty  as  Myrna  Loy,  of  course,  because 
nobody  was.  But  this  girl  was  sort  of 
cute.  A  warm  number,  probably,  the 
way  she  wore  so  much  lipstick  and  that 
sweater — the  Hays  Office  would  have 
something  to  say  about  that,  if  she  wore 
it  in  a  picture.  "The  top  was  down  on  the 
convertible  and  the  wind  blew  her  hair 
around  and  it  was  naturally  curly — Betty 
could  tell  a  permanent — and  she  even 
thought  the  blonde  hair  might  be  on  the 
beam,  too. 

"My  name's  Janice  Faulkner,"  the  girl 
said.     "Where  can  I  drop  you?" 

"Well,"  said  Betty,  "I  got  to  get  to  the 
studio  in  Culver  City,  but  if — " 

Janice  turned  to  look  at  her.  "You 
mean  you  were  going  to  walk  all  that 
way?    Why,  child,  it's  miles." 

So  Betty  said,  "If  you  got  to,  you  got  to. 
You're  driving,  and  you  look  a  little 
peaked."  She  did,  too,  Betty  noticed, 
like  Mom  when  she  was  worried  about 
paying  the  rent.  But  of  course  a  girl  as 
pretty  as  Janice  wouldn't  be  worrying 
about  the  rent. 

Still,  Janice  looked  sort  of  nice  and 
before  she  knew  it  she  had  told  her  about 
the  Defense  Stamp  and  everything. 

"You  mean,"  Janice  looked  at  her  in 
a  very  furmy  way  indeed,  "you  mean 
you  were  going  to  walk  all  that  way  over 
and  back  to  buy  a — good  heavens." 

"I  don't  see  any  two  ways  to  it,"  Betty 
said.  "Mom  says  I  can  talk  my  way  out 
of  anything,  but  I  had  quite  a  gab  with 
myself  and  I  couldn't  talk  myself  out  of 
this.  I  hope  what  they  buy  with  it  blows 
some  Jap  to  smithereens  and  besides  my 
boy  friend's  in — in  uniform — as  you  might 
say — and  they  got  to  have  guns,  don't 

"My — goodness,"  said  Janice.  "Here — 
I'll  give  you  a  quarter  and  you  can  mail 
your  letter  and — " 

"Thanks,"  said  Betty,  "but  that  wouldn't 
do.  You  buy  yourself  one,  though.  .  .  ." 

Two  buddies,  Gene  Autry  and  Smiley  Burnef+e,  come  to  the  fore- 
ground to  do  some  A- 1  American  background  work  for  Gene's  yodel- 
ing  of  the  hit  song,  "Any  Bonds  Today"  in  "Home  In  Wyomin'  " 

"He'll  see  you  now,  Miss  Faulkner," 
the  receptionist  said. 

Dorsey,  who  held  the  best  producer- 
director  contract  on  the  lot,  said,  "Hello 
Beautiful.    How's  your  love  life?" 

"I — it's  something  you'll  never  find 
out  about,"  said  Janice  Faulkner,  the  red 
mantling  her  cheeks.  "Look,  Dorsey,  I 
can't  go.  I  might  as  well  quit  kidding 
you  and  myself — if  I  ever  was.  You're — 
a  nice  guy,  but — not  for  me.  I  wouldn't 
mean  it.  With  Art  away — in  uniform, 
as  somebody  I  met  this  morning  would 

"I've  seen  better  looking  uniforms  than 
Private  Arthur  McCullah's,"  said  Dorsey. 

"At  least,  he  volunteered,'"said  Janice. 
"He's  doing  a  job  the  way  he  sees  it. 
And  if  I  were  you  I  wouldn't  go  around 
making  cracks  about  guys  in  uniforms." 

So  there,  she  thought,  went  her  last 
chance  for  that  part,  if  she'd  had  any  left 
after  turning  him  down  for  the  week-end 

■To  her  surprise,  he  laughed.  "Spitfire, 
huh?    You  really  stuck  on  that  soldier?" 

"It's  none  of  your  business,"  said  Janice. 
"Take  it  easy.     'Bye  now." 

ON  her  way  out  she  stopp>ed  to  use  the 
telephone.  If  she  wasn't  going  to  Ar- 
rowhead for  the  week  end,  she  wouldn't 
need  aU  those  new  clothes.  As  that  little 
imp  had  said,  how  could  you  tell — Art 
might  need  a  gun. 

Dorsey  hesitated  when  he  saw  her  at 
the  window  of  the  studio  post  office.  But 
Janice  was  intent  upon  buying  a  Defense 
Bond,  so  he  went  on  down  the  corridor, 
whistling  low  between  his  teeth. 

And  he'd  thought  he  knew  something 
about  women.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  he 
thought  he  knew  everything  about  wo- 

He  might  as  well  get  this  thing  settled 
with  T.  J.  right  now.  T.  J.'s  office 
was  twice  as  big  as  Dorsey's  and  twice 
as  elegant.  As  a  rule,  T.  J.  had  an  air 
of  command  that  fitted  its  regality,  but 
today  he  looked  tired.  He  looked  as 
though  his  great  frame  had  sagged  in 
spots.  His  eyes,  when  they  met  Dorsey's, 
were  harassed  and  sort  of  bewildered,  as 
though  he  had  too  much  on  his  mind. 

He  said,  going  right  on  with  a  conver- 
sation he'd  been  having  in  his  own  mind, 
which  was  a  trick  of  his,  "It  spoils  every- 
thing— this  war.  Just  when  I  had  such 
great  plans — why  did  this  have  to  happen 
to  us?  If  we  could  only  do  something — 

Dorsey  said,  "You  do  a  lot,  Boss.  You're 
always  trying.  We've  got  to  do  our  bit 
keeping  their  morale  up,  keeping  people 
happy.  Look  how  even  in  England  they 
keep  on  going  to  the  movies.  Look— 
I've  changed  my  mind  about  one  thing 
that'll  give  you  a  break  maybe,  though  I 
don't  know  what  you  got  in  your  mind." 

T.  J.  raised  his  eyebrows  inquiringly. 

"That  big  part  in  my  new  picture — the 
one  I  said  I  had  to  have  Gilda  Ramsey 

"I  know,"  said  T.  J.  "First  you  are 
going  to  find  me  a  new  girl,  make  me  a 
new  star  the  part  is  so  good.  Then  you 
;;!ot  to  have  Gilda  Ramsey,  who  is  our 
best  box-office  draw.  So — you  get  Gilda 

"That's  what  I  changed  my  mind 
about,"  said  Dorsey.  "I'm  going  to  use 
a  new  kid  named  Janice  Faulkner." 

T.  J.  stared  at  him.  "Yesterday  you 
said  you  wouldn't  have  Janice  at  any 
price.  Yesterday  you  got  to  have  high- 
priced  Ramsey  and  Janice  is  no  good. 
Like  a  fish  you  flip-flop." 

"Yesterday,"  said  Dorsey,  "as  far  as 


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I  was  concerned  this  Janice  was  just  an- 
other pretty  pushover.  Today — well,  I 
find  out  the  kid's  got  guts.  She's  got 
some  capacity  to  be  in  love  and  maybe 
to  be  loyal  even  when  she's  tempted 
by  ambition."  He  made  the  immortal 
gesture.    "She's  got  it  here." 

T.  J.  looked  at  him  and  his  eyes  began 
to  twinkle.  "So — she  said  no  to  you, 
huh?"  No  kidding,  they  could  say  what 
they  liked  about  T.  J.,  but  he  was  a  wise 
old  bird. 

"Well,  you  wanted  Ramsey  bad  for 
something  else,  didn't  you?"  Dorsey  said. 

D  ACK  in  his  office,  Dorsey  sent  for  his 
business  manager.  When  the  man 
came — Dorsey  hated  him  like  poison — he 
said,  "How  many  of  those  Bonds  did  we 
buy  —  those  Defense  Bonds  —  Offense 
Bonds — for  Victory  Bonds  or  what- 
ever they  call  them?  Anyway,  how 
many  did  we  buy  to  keep  'em  flying 
and  all  that  chump  bait  stuff?" 

"Not  any,"  said  his  business  manager 
coldly,  "you  told  me  that  with  this  new 
income  tax  you  were  already  working 
for  the  Government  anyhow  and — " 

"All  right,  all  right,"  the  great  Dorsey 
yelped  at  him,  "but  no  little  Hollywood 
firecracker  is  going  to  get  ahead  of  me. 
Get  me  whatever  I  should  get — you  got 
a  boy  in  the  Army,  haven't  you — well, 
you  ought  to  know — and  get  'em  quick. 
Let  me  tell  you  one  thing.  I  can't  direct 
any  dame  unless  I  got  the  upper  hand 
of  her  somehow — even  if  it's  only  to  have 
more  Bonds  than  she's  got." 

INTO  his  interoffice  phone,  T.  J.  said, 
"Merritt?  Dorsey 's  changed  his  mind. 
He  says  now  he  can  use  a  new  gal,  Janice 
Faulkner.  So  we  got  Ramsey  all  right — 
now  she  can  do  that  radio  show  to  sell 
Bonds  and  make  a  tour  of  the  Army 
camps  to  amuse  the  boys  like  you  wanted 
her  to. 

"Sure — Gilda  Ramsey's  the  most  pop- 
ular one  with  the  boys,  so  I  guess  they'll 
be  pleased  all  right — I  always  wanted 
to  do  it,  see,  only  if  she  had  to  do  the 
Dorsey  picture,  with  all  the  money  I 
got  tied  up  in  it,  I  couldn't  manage  it. 
So  now  you  tell  'em  it's  all  set — she  can 
get  started  any  time  now — that's  our  part 
we  can  do  for  now,  Merritt!"  .... 

Betty  climbed  back  into  the  roadster. 
"It  was  swell  of  you  to  wait  and  take  me 
back,"  she  said  politely.  "Lookit."  She 
showed  Janice  the  book,  with  the  Defense 
Stamp  in  it  all  ready  to  take  to  school 
the  next  day. 

"You're  a  good  American,  pal,"  Janice 

Betty  was  staring  straight  ahead 
through  the  windshield.  Maybe  this 
summer  wouldn't  be  quite  up  to  par  like 
summers  had  been,  but,  anyway,  there 
would  be  lots  and  lots  more  summers 
and  none  of  them  would  be  so  very  much 
older — it  was  like  the  song,  "There'll 
always  be  an  England." 

They'd  pitch  in  and  clean  up  on  the 
enemy  no  matter  how  hard  it  was,  so 
there'd  always  be  a  beach  and  an  ocean 
where  kids  could  play  and  be  happy — 
and  free.  .  .  . 

She  could  send  Johnny  a  penny  post 
card.  She'd  swiped  one  off  the  photo- 
grapher's desk. 

Then  she  realized  Miss  Faulkner  had 
spoken  to  her.  "I'm  sorry,"  she  said, 
"I  got  to  thinking — what'd  you  say?" 
t  "I  said  it  was  fine  you  bought  your 
Defense  Stamp  and — made  a  sacrifice  to 
do  it,"  Janice  said. 

The  back  of  Betty's  neck  got  red.  "Y'see 
it's  like  it  was  on  you  alone,"  she  mut- 

"You  never  can  tell,"  said  Janice. 
The  End 

JULY,  1942 

If  at  first. . . 

If  you  have  a  dainty  hanky 
And  it's  soiled  and  stained 
and  gray  —  And  you 
wash  your  little  hanky 
in  the  or-di-ncry  way.  .  . 

you  don't  succeed . . . 

If  you  soak  it  and  you 
rinse  it,  and  you  give  it 
quite  a  rub  —  Yet  that  ghostly 
shadow  tints  it  when  you 
ift  it  from  the  tub  .  .  . 

try  Fels-Naptha  Soap! 

Bet  ihisV 

your  earl 

Love — and  Rita  Hayworth 

YOU  MAY  BE  DEAF  to  what  we  tell  you 
al)()ut  softness  in  sanitary  napkins.  After 
all,  we  make  Modess.You  may  think  we're 
prejudiced.  But  what  1-1,000  women  say 
should  make  you  sit  up  and  cock  an  ear! 

YOU'LL  HEAR  14,000  VOICES  I  They  be- 
long to  girls  like  you— who  compared  their 
usual  napkin  with  Modess*— in  a  nation- 
wide test.  And  3  out  of  every  4  found 
Modess  softer!  Listen  to  that! 

ACT  QUICK!  Do  try  Modess.  If  you  don't 
agree  with  millions  that  it's  the  softest, 
most  comfortable  napkin  you've  ever 
used,  mail  us  the  package  insert  with  a 
note  stating  your  objections.  We'll  refund 
your  full  purchase  price. 

4fLet  iiR  send  you  fuU  details  of  this  amazing  Softness 
Teat.  Write  The  Personal  Products  Corp.,  Milltown.  N.  J. 

3  out  of  every  4  voted 


The"56"packaee  will  cost  you  much  less. 

It's  the  thriftiest  way  you  can  purchase  Modess. 

(Continued  from  page  28)  up  to  the  car, 
said,  "This  is  the  day."  They  were  mar- 
ried that  night  in  Las  Vegas. 

Then  began  the  exciting,  wondei-ful 
years  in  which  she  came  of  age,  in  every 
sense  of  the  phrase;  and  they  were  years 
of  progress,  of  a  quiet  kind  of  beauty 
contrasted  with  rigorous  discipline  and 
drudging  work.  It  was  great  fun,  being 
Mrs.  Eddie  Judson,  at  first.  They  couldn't 
make  up  their  minds  about  the  way  they 
wanted  to  furnish  their  living  room  so 
for  the  first  year  they  simply  kept  an 
electric  train  set  up  on  the  bare  floor,  to 
play  with  when  Rita  was  bored.  It  was 
somehow  symbolic;  just  as  he  made  the 
train  go  round  for  the  delight  of  his 
young  wife,  so  he  made  a  plaything  of 
her  career  and  showed  her  how  to  make 
it  go. 

Publicity  was  the  fuel  that  set  every- 
thing in  motion.  They  went  to  all  the 
right  clubs,  where  the  photographers 
were;  and  the  photographers  took  her 
pictures  because,  invariably,  she  was 
the  smartest  woman  in  the  place. 
Proudly,  Eddie  watched  the  clippings  in 
her  press  book  fill  and  overflow  the 
many  pages;  read  over  and  over  the  cap- 
tions which  called  Rita  Hayworth  the 
"best-dressed  woman  in  Hollywood," 
the  paragraphs  in  columns  like  Fidler's 
and  Parsons  which  told  of  her  new 

She  was  taking  Ann  Sheridan's  place 
at  Warner  Brothers,  fulfilling  her  own 
contract  at  Columbia — and,  at  Twentieth 
Century-Fox,  $150,000  was  being  spent 
to  give  her  the  best  coat  of  glamour  Hol- 
lywood could  produce.  She  had  been 
chosen  from  among  thirty-eight  ac- 
tresses for  the  role  of  Dona  Sol,  the  vamp 
of  "Blood  And  Sand"  who  lured  Tyrone 
Power  to  his  death. 

Every  day,  on  the  set,  lovely  little 
Rita  put  away  her  shyness  and  let  her 
eyelids  grow  heavy  over  sultry  eyes; 
moved  her  slim  body  in  the  inviting 
fashion  of  sirens  from  time  immemorial; 
drew  her  smiling  mouth  a  little  awry. 

Every  day,  at  six  o'clock,  she  slipped 
into  slacks  and  drove  over  to  the  West- 
wood  house,  wiped  off  the  heavy  make- 
up and  removed  her  languorous  false 
eyelashes.  Then  she  settled  down  to  be- 
ing just  Mrs.  Edward  Judson. 

BUT  as  the  tide  of  her  rising  success 
swept  on  there  came,  too,  the  inevi- 
table changes  that  develop  in  people  at 
two  such  critical  ages.  For  Rita,  teen- 
age innocence  became  the  exp>erienced, 
aware  perception  of  womanhood.  For 
Eddie,  each  precious  year  was  harder  to 
relinquish — or  forgive. 

Then  it  was  that  Rita,  in  a  measure, 
grew  independent  of  everything  Eddie 
had  to  offer  her  excepting  his  love  alone. 
Her  career  was  assured.  Under  his 
tutelage  she  had  discovered  poise  and 
learned  how  to  use  it;  she  had  developed 
herself  as  a  personality  and  as  an  actress 
to  the  point  where  it  was  no  longer 
necessary  to  ask  his  advice  on  every 
subject — and  now,  as  a  star,  she  was 
given  the  best  directors,  the  most  expert 
coaches  and  designers  and  make-up 
artists  and  press  agents  to  guide  her. 
j  Money  was  no  longer  a  consideration, 
either.  She  was  beginning  to  make  really 
respectable  salaries  on  her  own  account. 

And,  now  that  she  was  grown  up  and 
wiser  in  the  ways  of  Hollywood,  his 
original  glamour  for  her  must  have 
begun  to  gray  a  little.  You  will  remem- 
ber that  she  had  never  had  a  love  affair 
before  she  met  and  married  Eddie — and 
that  during  their  life  together  she  had 

been  too  good  a  wife,  as  well  as  too 
busy,  to  have  more  than  a  nodding  or 
working  acquaintance  with  another  man. 

But  any  woman,  especially  one  as 
beautiful  as  Rita,  would  be  inhuman  if 
she  did  not  discover  that  she  was  attrac- 
tive to  all  men,  young  and  old,  handsome 
or  not. 

There  are  some  things  a  woman  can't 
gainsay,  some  emotions  she  cannot  make 
still,  be  she  ever  so  pale  a  personality, 
ever  so  spiritless  a  human  animal.  And 
if  you  have  ever  known  Rita  Hayworth 
in  the  gorgeous  flesh  you  understand  that 
vivid  color,  voluptuous  vitality,  eager 
spirit  are  her  adjectives,  adventure  and 
change  her  synonyms. 

So  that  in  the  end,  when  she  had  de- 
cided that  she  was  ready  and  that  she 
had  not  even  the  old  love  for  Eddie  to 
hold  her  back,  she  freed  herself  with  one 
swift  stroke.  Then,  almost  immediately, 
there  was  foreshadowed  the  possible 
effect  on  Rita's  future  and  career  of  her 
decision — for,  acting  for  the  first  time  in 
her  life  without  the  guidance  of  her 
father  or  Eddie,  she  started  her  divorce 
proceedings  in  the  wrong  direction.  In 
the  belief  that  the  court  would  keep 
secret  the  charges  she  was  making 
against  Eddie,  she  accused  him  of  treat- 
ing her  as  an  investment,  demanding  a 
large  sum  of  money  in  return  for  the 
time  and  funds  he  had  spent  on  her.  The 
court  refused  her  plea  of  secrecy,  pub- 
lished the  case  and  the  resulting  pub- 
licity revealed  that  what  had  been  an- 
nounced as  an  amicable  parting  of  the 
ways  was  in  reality  a  battle  royal. 

That  was  bad  enough,  from  the  stand - 
'  point  of  her  career.  But  then  something 
happened — something  between  Rita  and 
Eddie,  in  conference — and  she  withdrew 
the  charges.  But  she  did  not  go  back  to 
him,  or  hint  of  a  reconciliation.  .  .  . 

Ah,  what  a  field  day  that  was  for  the 
gossips!  What,  they  asked  darkly,  did 
Ed  Judson  know  about  his  wife  that 
empowered  him  to  force  her  withdrawal 
of  those  charges?  The  gossips  answered 
their  own  question,  complete  with  de- 
tails. None  of  the  stories  was  the  same, 
of  course — they  never  are — and  by  the 
same  token,  none  was  pleasant. 

There  is  another  question,  of  far 
greater  significance,  which  Rita  Hay- 
worth's  studio  bosses  and  perhaps  even 
Rita  herself  -are  asking  now.  Can  she 
make  her  way  alone,  using  her  own  un- 
developed judgment,  without  experience 
and  without  counsel? 

Will  she  know  how  to  protect  her 
famous,  valuable  name  against  the  ever- 
present  threat  of  scandal  that  dogs  every 
film  star?  Will  she  wear  the  right 
clothes  at  the  right  places  with  the  right 
people?  Has  she  learned  enough,  during 
her  five  years  with  Eddie,  to  round  out 
and  finish  the  personality  he  created 
around  her? 

Or  will  she  use  the  freedom  for  which 
she  planned  and  fought  so  daringly  to 
destroy  herself? 

Will  her  heart,  careless  and  young  and 
yearning  for  the  romance  she  has  never 
known,  betray  her  finally? 

All  the  answers  lie,  of  course,  with 
Rita  herself.  One  thing  is  true;  Ed  Jud- 
son could  not  have  made  her  the  star  she 
is.  if  she  had  not  had  what  it  takes. 
She  still  has  that,  will  always  have  it. 

Whatever  happens,  you  can  be  sure 
that  the  story  of  Rita  Hayworth's  next 
five  years  will  be  full  of  color  and  glitter 
and  excitement;  and  she  will  live — and 
love — every  minute  of  them. 

The  End 


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The  Love  Dilemma  of 
Jean  Gabin 

(Continued  from  page  67)    real  pals." 

The  great  feminine  influence  in  Cabin's 
romantic  harum-scarum  life  has  been 
Doryane,  the  Venus  of  French  musical 
comedies.  She  was  the  toast  of  the  old 
Paris  and  Gabin  was  nobody  when  they 
married  and,  as  he  says  with  his  charac- 
teristic modesty  and  frankness,  she  made 
him  what  he  is.  Doryane  had  surpassing 
beauty,  wit,  charm,  worldly  wisdom  and 
a  business  acumen  which  he  sorely  lacks, 
having  no  money  sense.  Gabin  was  the 
envy  of  a  million  men.  She  was  two 
years  older  than  he,  tall,  with  the  car- 
riage of  a  princess,  given  to  making 
dramatic  entrances,  taking  applause  and 
adulation  for  granted. 

But  their  personalities  clashed,  both 
being  of  strong  character.  In  making 
Gabin  over,  this  stately  brunette  siren  of 
effervescent  French  revues  assumed  a 
dominating  p>osition — and  he  is  one  of 
those  men  who  can't  be  dominated  by 
women.  He  acknowledged  her  superior 
abilities  but  he  rebelled.  Their  repeated 
quarrels  led  to  a  final  separation  two 
years  ago,  whjch,  no  matter  how  much 
he  tries  to  hide  it,  left  an  unhealed  wound 
in  his  stormy  heart.  In  contrast,  his  life 
has  been  too  easy  in  Hollywood,  and  he 
misses  those  arguments  and  reconcilia- 
tions with  his  wife;  it  seems  to  him  as 
though  the  tang  of  life  is  gone,  for  if 
you  dig  into  his  heart  deep  enough,  you'll 
find  there  this  beautiful  woman's  image 
enshrined  in  unforgettable  memories.  He 
may  not  want  to  admit  it,  but  their  sep- 
aration was  like  a  psychic  surgical  op- 
eration for  him.  He  still  loves  her  and 
will  probably  love  her  forever. 

IT  was  in  that  emotional  state  of  a 
wrecked  marriage,  with  all  its  sorrow, 
bitterness  and  pain,  that  he  arrived  in 
Hollywood  as  the  highest  salaried  star  on 
the  Twentieth  Century-Fox  lot,  with 
the  right  to  choose  his  stories,  di- 
rectors, feminine  leads — a  privilege  en- 
joyed by  no  other  player  at  this  studio. 
Mr.  Zanuck  signed  him  on  his  European 
reputation  as  the  greatest  actor  of  modern 
France — and  already,  by  his  very  first 
picture,  in  spite  of  the  serious  handicap 
of  language,  he  has  smashed  his  way  to 
a  compelling  position  on  the  American 
screen.  "Moontide"  is  a  hit,  another  per- 
sonal triumph  for  him.  And  in  one  year 
he  has  learned  to  express  himself  in 
fluent  and  colloquial  English — surprising 
all  his  friends,  who  thought  he  couldn't 
do  it,  for  Cabin  isn't  the  studious,  scholar- 
ly type.  Most  surprised  of  all  must  be 
Charles  Boyer!  He  was  skeptical  of  his 
rival's  ability  to  learn  a  new  language 
at  thirty-seven.  For  Boyer,  learning 
English  has  been  a  herculean  task. 
What's  even  more  remarkable,  Cabin 
hardly  has  a  trace  of  foreign  accent. 
Strangely  enough  he  never  had  it.  We 
remarked  this  on  first  meeting  him,  to  his 
vast  pleasure,  when  he  knew  perhaps 
fifteen  words  of  English. 
!  In  no  time  at  all  Gabin  made  romantic 
history  in  Hollywood  by  letting  himself 
be  discovered  first  by  Marlene  Dietrich, 
then  by  Ginger  Rogers,  causing  a  sensa- 
j  tional  competition  between  these  two  con- 
noisseurs of  men.  But  before  we  go  into 
'  the  details  of  this  intriguing  triangle, 
let's  see  what  kind  of  man  Gabin  really 
is — minus  all  the  publicity  and  star- 
trappings.  What  makes  him  tick  with 
women  and  what  type  of  woman  can 
tame  him  would  be  evident  from  the 
following  complete  self-revelation  he  re- 
cently made  to  us  on  the  set  of  "Moon- 
tide."     Never  before  has  he  talked  so 

Use  pl\ESH*2  and  stay  fresher! 

PUT  FRESH  #2  under  one  arm — put  your 

present  non-perspirant  under  the  other. 
And  then  .  .  . 

1.  See  which  one  checks  perspiration  bet- 
ter. We  think  FRESH  #2  will. 

2.  See  which  one  prevents  perspiration 
odor  better.  We  are  confident  you'll 
find  FRESH  #2  will  give  you  a  feeling 
of  complete  under-arm  security. 

3.  See  how  gentle  FRESH  #2  is— how 
pleasant  to  use.  This  easy-spreading 

vanishing  cream  is  not  greasy  —  not 
gritty — and  not  sticky. 

4.  See  how  convenient  FRESH  #2  is  to  ap- 
ply. You  can  use  it  immediately  before 
dressing— no  waiting  for  it  to  dry. 

5.  And  revel  in  the  knowledge,  as  you  use 
FRESH  #2,  that  it  will  not  rot  even 
the  most  delicate  fabric.  Laboratory 
tests  prove  this. 

FRESH  *2  comes  in  tliree  sizes — 50c  for 
extra-large  jar;  "loi  for  generous  medium 
jar;  and  lOp  for  handy  travel  size. 

Make  your  own  test.  Oncoyuu  make  this 
under-arin  test,  we're  sure  you'll  never  he 
satisfied  with  any  other  perspiration- 
check.  If  you  don't  agree  that  FRESH  *i 
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used,  the  test  will  cost  you  nothing  because 
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TOLY,  1942 


When  is  a  Tampon 
right  for  you? 

Now  more  than  ever — when  days  are  so 
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For  real  security  a  tampon  must  absorb 
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Meds  were  scientifically  designed  by  a 
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hardly  know  you're  wearing  them.  Meds 
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Easier  to  use,  too,  for  each  Meds  comes 
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The  Modess  Tampon 

frankly  and  earnestly  about  himself. 

"I  have  had  the  most  wonderful  life 
in  the  world,"  he  said,  lighting  a  ciga- 
rette, as  he  sat  in  a  canvas  chair  and 
stretched  out  his  legs.  "I  don't  think 
anybody  has  lived  as  full  a  life  as  I 
have.    Nobody.   I  have  really  lived." 

"And  loved,"  we  interposed. 

"And  loved,"  with  an  emphatic  nod 
of  his  tigerish  head.  "And  suffered.  If 
you  don't  suffer  in  this  world  you  don't 
appreciate  the  wonderful  things  of  life. 
I  suffered  for  everything — for  love,  career, 
everything.  But  I  am  happy.  Yes,  I  am. 
Life  is  wonderful."  He  paused,  began 
to  whistle  a  tune,  a  far-off  dreamy  look 
in  his  burning  eyes.  "I  could  be  killed 
in  the  war,  but  I  am  alive.  I  am  a  lucky 
guy.  For  myself,  I  can  say  I  am  happy. 
But  I  have  a  nephew  in  a  German 
prison  camp.  I  raised  him  myself,  we 
were  very  close,  pals.  I  used  to  send 
him  food  parcels,  but  now  I  can't  do  even 
that.  I  have  also  two  sisters  in  France. 
That  is  my  only  worry.  Otherwise,  I 
have  no  complaints.  I  am  a  lucky  guy," 
he  repeated  thoughtfully. 

"And  you  have  no  regrets?" 

"No.  If  I  could  live  my  life  over  again, 
I  would  do  the  same  thing.  Absolutely. 
Even  if  I  tried  to  do  the  opposite  I  know 
I  would  do  the  same  thing.  You  may 
call  me  a  fatalist.  We  are  what  we  are. 
We  can't  help  ourselves.  The  important 
thing  in  life  is  to  realize  that  you  are 
happy,  because  alive.  To  be  conscious 
of  your  good  luck.  Then  life  becomes 
wonderful.  I  have  wonderful  souvenirs." 
He  sighed,  his  eyes  narrowed.  "Even 
my  deceptions  are  wonderful  souvenirs. 
Yes,  especially  my  deceptions." 

Sucking  his  cigarette  greedily,  he  con- 
tinued: "Now  life  just  begins  for  me, 
and  I  have  lived  before.  I  don't  know 
what  will  happen  to  me  from  now  on, 
I  make  no  plans.  But  I  am  not  afraid. 
Life  is  an  adventure  and  I  can't  com- 
plain. Millions  of  people  would  like  to 
be  in  my  place.    That  I  realize." 

He  whistled  again,  and  sang  under  his 

MARCEL  his  stand-in  brought  us 
coffee.  "Millions  like  to  be  in  my 
place,"  Gabin  repeated.  "The  world  is  in 
flames,  because  men  are  crazy.  You  don't 
know  why,  but  they  are  crazy.  People 
forget  that  they  are  just  temporary  guests 
on  this  earth,  they  forget  that  they  will 
end  up  in  a  little  box,  and  then  all  will 
be  finished.  If  people  will  realize  that, 
then  they  will  really  live.  And  you  don't 
know  the  day,  the  hour  or  the  minute 
when  that  will  happen.  But  I  don't 
forget  that,  never — and  I  live.  You  hurt 
people,  you  hurt  yourself,  you  busy  your- 
self with  little  things — and  everything 
ends  in  that  box.  Always.  That's  the 
only  thing  you  are  absolutely  sure  in  this 

"I  tell  you  something — "  he  leaned  for- 
ward, the  sorrows  of  the  world  in  his 
eyes.  "I  can  die  tomorrow,  I  am  still 
quite  young,  but  it  wouldn't  matter.  Be- 
cause I  have  lived.  I  started  life  broke. 
I  enjoyed  life  just  as  much  when  I  was 
broke,  but  in  another  way.  I  worked. 
I  worked  hard  for  everything  I  have, 
and  luck  helped  me.  That's  the  differ- 
ence between  what  is  called  success,  and 
what  is  called  failure — when  you  get  a 
chance,  you  take  it.'"  Suddenly  he 
checked  himself  and  relapsed  into  French. 
"Mais  c'est  une  dissertation  philos- 

"Jean,  that's  all  vei-y  interesting.  But 
your  American  fans  would  like  to  know 
more  about  your  love  life,  for  you're 
being  hailed  by  women  as  the  hottest 
lover  that  ever  hit  Hollywood." 

"Who,   me'?"      He   rubbed   his  chin. 

twisted  his  mouth,  grinning.  "But  I  have 
no  romances,"  he  said — tongue  in  cheek. 

"Don't  you  intend  to  marry  again?" 

He  shook  his  head.  "No,  I  do  not  think 

"Don't  be  too  sure — these  love  bandits 
of  Beverly  Hills  might  wrap  you  around 
their  little  fingers — and  you'll  go  the  way 
of  all  men  before  you  know  what's  hap- 

He  smiled  a  little  sadly,  his  eyes  cloud- 
ing. It  was  evident  the  whole  drama 
of  his  marriage  with  Doryane  came  be- 
fore his  eyes.  "I  have  my  head  on  my 
shoulders,"  he  answered.  "Believe  me. 
I  know  women!" 

THIS  led  to  a  discussion  of  the  qualities 
'  that  make  women  attractive  to  him.  A 
woman,  he  asserted,  must  first  of  all  be 
feminine.  No  matter  what  she  does  she 
must  stay  feminine.  And  real  femininity 
is  primarily  kindness  and  pity  for  the 
sufferings  of  others;  a  woman  who  lacks 
this  sympathetic  attitude  and  this  sensi- 
bility cannot  be  truly  feminine.  As  there 
is  great  love  for  suffering  mankind  in 
Cabin's  heart,  as  his  fundamental  charac- 
teristic is  a  brooding,  not  to  say  raging, 
pity  for  his  fellow  men,  a  woman  must 
understand  this  side  of  his  nature  and 
fully  share  it  herself  to  appeal  to  him. 
He  cannot  tolerate  callousness  and  cruelty 
in  women  and  is  disturbed  when  he  sees 
a  woman  screaming  with  delight  at  a 
boxing  match  or  a  bull  fight.  On  the 
other  hand,  tennis,  swimming,  skiing  and 
such  sports  add  to  a  girl's  feminine 
charms,  by  making  her  healthier  and 
more  graceful  in  her  movements. 

Intelligence  is  definitely  an  asset  for  a 
woman  and  he  cannot  imagine  true 
beauty  without  intelligence,  for  it"s  the 
inner  glow,  it's  the  spice  of  life,  the  salt 
of  love.  There  can  be  no  keen  sensitivity 
without  a  high  degree  of  intelligence. 
Moreover,  he  is  invariably  attracted  to 
women  who  are  essentially  serious,  though 
they  have  their  gay  moments.  Constant 
frivolity  and  lightheartedness  indicate 
emotional  immaturity. 

Gabin  likes  spunk,  willingness  to  gam- 
ble, to  live  and  love  dangerously:  he 
likes  to  have  a  woman  fight  with  him  for 
the  things  he  values,  and  who  like  him 
doesn't  forget  that  we  are  caged,  doomed 
creatures  and  everything  will  end  in 
that  box.  So,  he  says,  let's  live  while 
we're  still  alive,  and  of  course  there  can 
be  no  real  living  without  loving.  To 
sum  up  his  requirements  for  his  favo- 
rite feminine  type:  She  must  have  the 
mind  of  a  man  with  the  heart  and  body 
of  a  woman. 

THIS  explains  Marlene  Dietrich's  hold 
on  him.  That  in  many  ways  she  re- 
minds him  of  Doryane  goes  without  say- 
ing. She  is  older,  intelhgent,  well  read, 
worldly,  feminine,  has  the  mind  of  a  man 
and  the  body  of  a  woman.  She  is  essen- 
tially serious  and  as  she  herself  told  us 
once  she  is  one  of  those  women  who 
enjoys  being  miserable,  who  is  gay  in 
her  sadness.  When  he  first  came  to 
Hollywood  she  claimed  him  promptly- 
the  elemental  and  eternal  woman  in- 
stantly recognizing  her  counterpart  in 
Gabin.  She  took  him  around,  showed 
him  the  ropes.  Her  expert  knowledge 
of  French  heljjed.  He  didn't  have  tc 
thumb  a  dictionary  with  her. 

But  Gabin  hadn't  forgotten  the  times  he 
had  sat  in  a  Paris  movie  theater  and 
watched  with  the  mind  of  an  artist  and 
the  heart  of  a  man  every  Ginger  Rogers 
picture  that  was  shown  in  France 
She  played  chorus  girls,  dancers,  white 
collar  girls.  She  was  simple  and  direct 
and  of  the  people.  He  understood  what 
it  was  to  be  of  the  people.     So  when 


PHOTOPLAY  cojnbi?ied  with  movie  mirror 

he  was  asked  on  his  arrival  in  New  York 
what  Hollywood  star  he  would  most 
prefer  to  meet  his  answer  was  brief 
and  to  the  point:  "Ginger  Rogers." 

Ginger,  for  her  part,  had  studied 
breathlessly  every  film  of  Cabin's  that 
had  come  to  this  country.  Thus  when 
fate  placed  these  two  strangers  with  a 
gi'eat  mutual  admiration  for  each  other 
on  the  same  studio  lot,  Gabin  was  not  the 
man  to  bite  the  hand  of  opportunity.  He 
sent  her  flowers.  And  Ginger  was  not  the 
girl  to  pass  up  a  gracious  acknowledg- 
ment. With  a  vocabulary  of  "Hello," 
"steak"  and  "demitasse,"  he  invited  her 
to  dinner.  She  accepted  and  they  beamed 
and  beamed  at  each  other — and  that  was 
all.  That  is,  until  Gabin  learned  English. 
Then  he  laid  siege  to  Ginger's  social 
calendar.  He  stormed  the  Rogers  citadel 
with  flowers.  They  went  on  long  drives 
together,  bicycled  together,  dined  and 
danced  at  the  favorite  nocturnal  salons 
of  the  town's  night  life.  And  Ginger, 
of  the  nimble  feet,  found  that  Gabin  was 
no  slouch  as  a  dancer,  with  years  of 
professional  dancing  behind  .  him. 

When  Gabin  had  to  go  to  New  York 
for  the  premiere  of  his  sensational  pic- 
ture, "Moontide,"  Ginger  miraculously 
appeared  in  town.  They  were  seen  every- 
where together,  rapt  and  enraptured. 

WHAT  did  Marlene  do?  How  did  she 
react  to  Ginger's  seeming  triumph 
over  her,  the  queen  of  glamour,  the  god- 
ness  of  them  all?  This  was  the  greatest 
challenge  she  had  received  in  her  hectic 
male-conquering  life.  She  is,  or  can  be,  a 
darling,  but  there's  no  denying  she  still 
believes — not  without  reason — in  the 
metaphysical  picture  of  herself  created 
by  the  doctors  of  movie  mythology  some 
eight  or  nine  years  ago. 

Well,  a  bird  has  told  us  the  great 
Marlene  went  to  Gabin's  house,  after  his 
return  from  the  East,  put  up  an  eloquent 
battle  for  her  place  in  the  Gabin  sun,  as 
only  Marlene  could.  And  so  Gabin  left 
Ginger — or  she  left  him — and  resumed 
his  romance  with  Marlene,  which  is  now 
stronger  than  ever,  and  there's  no  pos- 
sibility of  Ginger's  ever  coming  back  into 
the  picture,  according  to  all  indications. 

It's  interesting,  however,  to  note,  that 
while  he  sent  flowers  to  Miss  Rogers 
during  that  interlude,  he  doesn't  send 
any  to  Marlene.  It's  La  Dietrich  who 
sends  the  flowers — every  day.  What 
a  man,  what  a  man!  Gabin  is  wise 
enough  to  let  the  women  do  the  chasing. 
But  he  isn't  spoiled.  He  considers  himself 
just  a  lucky  guy,  and  remembers  that 

To  be  sure,  he  asserts  he  is  happy  just 
to  be  alive,  but  when  you  talk  with  him 
you  can't  fail  to  notice  the  emotional 
tension — the  dilemma — he  is  in.  He  isn't 
really  gay  about  his  romance  with  Mar- 
lene— he  wasn't  gay  during  his  brief  ro- 
mance with  Ginger.  In  the  background 
there's  Doryane's  image,  always;  the  wo- 
man he  married,  who  made  him  suffer, 
but  whom  he  still  loves.  Gabin  is  like 
a  man  who  doesn't  know  which  way  to 
turn;  there  is  the  pain  of  perplexity  in 
his  eyes.  He  sings,  whistles,  yells  lustily, 
but  somehow  there's  always  a  note  of 
pain  in  his  voice. 

Is  Marlene  Dietrich  his  Lady  Eve?  We 
doubt  if  he  himself  knows  the  answer. 
When  we  asked  him,  reminding  him  of 
jhis  promise  a  year  ago,  he  pleaded: 
1    "Give  me  another  six  months  and  I  will 
'tell  you  everything.     Right  now  .  .  ." 
jhe  shrugged  his  big  shoulders,  looked 
;  dreamily  away,  then  smiling,  like  a  young 
boy  in  a  daze,  "I  don't  know."    And  he 
began   to   whistle   again   a  sentimental 

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devastating  imitation,  but  whatever  it  is 
you  are  suddenly  giggling,  and  loving 
him  for  it." 

As  for  Roz  Russell,  you  know  how  she 
feels  about  Cary  when  you  remember 
that  she  had  him  as  best  man  at  her 
wedding.  What's  more,  Cary  is  never 
happier  than  when  playing  with  one  or 
the  other  of  them. 

Nevertheless,  Roz,  the  rational,  the 
witty,  did  not  get  along  with  her  co-star 
Clark  Gable  when  they  played  together 
for  the  first  and,  if  Mr.  G.  has  anything 
to  do  with  it,  most  certainly  the  last 
time  in  "They  Met  In  Bombay."  The  air 
on  that  set  was  so  cold  that  ear  muffs 
were  in  order,  a  striking  change  from 
the  usual  Gable  set  where  the  leading 
lady  generally  glows  like  a  cast-iron 
stove  just  because  Public  He-Man  Num- 
ber One  is  within  eye  range.  Even 
Claudette  Colbert,  to  whom  a  leading 
man  is  just  a  leading  man  and  nothing 
more,  is  always  aware  that  Clark  Gable 
is  Clark  Gable.  Lana  Turner,  never  chilly 
at  best,  found  Mr.  Gable  something  very 
cozy  with  which  to  share  star  billing. 
Whatever  it  was  that  annoyed  Russell 
with  Gable  and  vice  versa  they  two  never 
revealed,  but  their  antagonism  to  one 
another  was  about  as  secret  as  a  nation- 
wide hookup. 

Life  is  just  a  bowl  of  nettles  between 
Shearer  and  Taylor,  too.  While  Taylor 
doesn't  necessarily  raise  his  leading 
ladies'  temperatures  as  Gable  does,  he  is 
extremely  popular  with  them.  But  he 
and  Shearer  would  shoot  at  sight  if  they 
thought  they  could  get  away  with  it. 

Joan  Crawford,  who  always  gets  along 
with  the  boys,  doesn't  seem  to  blossom 
when  feminine  co-stars  are  about.  When 
she  and  Greer  Garson  were  making 
"When  Ladies  Meet,"  it  is  told  that 
Herbert  Marshall  walked  on  the  set  one 
morning  and,  sensing  the  social  tempera- 
ture, turned  up  his  coat  collar  and  re- 
marked to  the  set  in  general,  "I  fancy 
we  shall  have  snow  before  lunchtime." 

THERE  is  a  crowd  in  Hollywood  which 
'  insists  that  Judy  Garland  was  once  very 
much  in  love  with  Mickey  Rooney. 
Whether  or  not  that  was  true  I  don't 
know,  but  certain  it  is  that  Mickey  never 
loved  Judy.  However,  he  always  has  ad- 
mired Judy  terrifically.  He  thinks  she 
is  just  about  the  world's  finest  singer 
and  doesn't  hesitate  to  say  so.  He  hap- 
pily will  give  her  the  center  of  attention 
in  any  scene.  This  produces  great 
warmth  and  charm  for  their  productions 
and  their  close  friendship  looks  set  to 
go  on  forever. 

The  same  is  true  of  Loy  and  Powell. 
Never  romantic  about  one  another,  they 
are  really  pals.  Bill  feels  very  protec- 
tive toward  "little  Myrna"  as  he  calls 
her.  Myrna  makes  Bill  her  great  con- 
fidant. Their  mutual  fondness  is  re- 
flected on  the  screen,  too.  This  close 
friendliness  goes  for  MacDonald  and 
Eddy,  also,  though,  as  much  as  their  pub- 
lic wished  them  to  be,  they  were  never 
in  love. 

But  when  you  come  to  a  pair  of  bud- 
dies, everything  pales  beside  Crosby  and 
Hope.  Two  men  couldn't  be  more  unlike. 
Bob  is  all  boundless,  restless  energy, 
Bing  all  casual  sleepiness.  Bob  works 
like  a  truck  horse.  Bing  works,  but  like 
a  Crosby  horse,  which  means  he  moves  as 
slowly  as  can  be.  But  together  they  are 
something  that  drives  the  entire  Para- 
mount studio  nuts.  It  isn't  that  they 
don't  get  along;  it  isn't  that  they  don't 
agree  on  everything.  The  trouble  is 
that  they  do.    They  like  the  same  golf 

links;  they  like  the  same  jokes.  They 
laugh  at  the  same  wisecracks. 

They  both  share  the  general  Hollywood 
opinion  that  Dotty  Lamour  is  the  tops  in 
swell  people,  but  nothing  makes  their 
day  like  teasing  her  into  the  screaming 

"I  think  the  links  are  calling,  Robert," 
Bing  will  say  in  the  middle  of  a  scene. 

"What  are  we  waiting  for?"  Hope  asks 
and  if  they  are  not  absolutely  tied  down 
with  hawsers  away  they  will  glide,  while 
Lamour  swoons. 

No  one  ever  knows  how  a  Crosby- 
Hope  picture  will  go,  how  long  the 
scenes  will  run  or  whether  one  scene 
or  two  dozen  will  be  finished  in  a  given 
day.  The  front  office  goes  gray  and 
would  revolt  completely  if  it  weren't  for 
that  all-important  fact  of  those  Crosby- 
Hope-Lamour   gate  receipts. 

THE  tough  thing  about  all  this  is  that 
where  co-stars  are  compatible,  it  means 
dollars  at  the  box  office.  The  public 
senses  when  actors  are  having  a  good 
time  together  and  it  is  positively  psychic 
about  knowing  when  two  stars  are  in 

One  of  the  elements  that  made  "Dark 
Victory"  sufficiently  memorable  to  keep 
it  in  circulation  for  the  past  four  years 
was  the  flame  of  sympathy  that  leaped 
to  life  between  Bette  Davis  and  George 
Brent  and  subsequently  blazed  into  a 
romance.  Similarly  Dorothy  Lamour 
and  Robert  Preston,  during  the  filming 
of  "Typhoon,"  were  on  the  threshold  of 
a  love  affair  that  promised  a  run  on  the 
box  office  which  never  materialized  due 
to  the  untimely  end  of  their  interest  in 
each  other. 

Recently  two  pictures  in  particular 
have  had  love  scenes  which  sizzled  so 
much  that  the  films  were  box-office  riots, 
but  neither  romance  lasted  beyond  the 
shooting  schedule  since  in  each  case  one 
partner  in  the  acting  pair  was  extremely 

But  the  romance  which  has  lasted  far 
beyond  two  shooting  schedules  is  the 
flourishing  case  of  Madeleine  Carroll  and 
Stirling  Hayden.  They  met  on  location 
for  the  film  "Virginia."  It  was  Stirling's 
first  bout  with  a  camera  and  this  strap- 
ping young  son  of  the  sea  was  pretty 
thoroughly  bewildered.  To  his  rescue 
came  Madeleine,  adroit  artisan  of  the 
screen  and  charming,  sophisticated  lady. 
A  highly  sentimental  rescue  it  proved  to 

Sensing  a  new  team,  Paramount  broke 
up  the  long-standing  combination  of 
Fred  MacMurray  and  Madeleine  Car- 
roll to  throw  Stirling  opposite  Madeleine 
in  her  next  picture.  "Bahama  Passage." 

The  romance  bloomed  hot  and  heavy 
until  it  struck  the  impasse  of  Stirling's 
feeling  about  play-acting  when  there  was 
a  war  going  on  and  Madeleine's  hesi- 
tancy about  marriage. 

The  Hayden  lad  promptly  departed 
for  service  on  the  high  seas  and  Made- 
leine went  through  the  motions  of  con- 
tinuing her  career.  Then  came  the  an- 
nouncement that  Miss  Carroll  was  tak- 
ing a  year's  leave  of  absence.  Just  tired, 
was  the  official  report.  But  it  is  about 
as  secret  as  the  attack  on  Pearl  Harbor 
that  Madeleine  is  hovering  in  the  East 
to  be  near  the  ports  that  sailor  Stirling 
may  hit. 

And  for  such  co-starred  romance  the 
public  will  pay  and  pay  and  for  that 
reason  the  producers  will  go  on  creating 
co-starring  films,  always  fondly  hoping 
for  the  one  that  will  leaH  to  love  rather 
than  to  larceny. 

The  End 

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The  Strange  Case  of 
Lew  Ayres 

(Continued  from  page  29)  collectively, 
all  who  opposed  them.  We  closed  our 
eyes  to  theh-  treacheries  and  our  ears  to 
the  cries  of  their  dying.  Then  on  Decem- 
ber 7,  1941,  the  Axis  powers,  grown 
mighty  through  their  per.secutions  and 
plundering,  made  undeclared  war  upon 

We  fight  now  for  survival.  There  is  no 
sacrifice  too  great.  This  above  all,  free- 
dom must  not  perish  from  the  earth! 
'  What  manner  of  man  is  Lew  Ayres 
that  he  dares  stand  aside  and  put  his 
personal  ideologies  before  the  world's 
tortured  realities? 

!  He's  a  strange  man,  very  strange.  But 
jhe's  sincere,  too.  Often  it's  his  extreme 
sincerity  that  makes  him  strange. 

His  refusal  to  bear  arms  isn't  born  of 
any  newly  acquired  philosophy  with 
which  he  hopes  to  save  his  skin.  For 
years  he's  loathed  killing  of  any  kind  and 
eaten  nothing  that  is  killed.  He  stands 
ready  to  serve  in  any  noncombatant 
branch  of  the  service,  provided  only  he's 
not  required  to  swear  he  will  bear  arms 
when  he  takes  his  oath  of  allegiance. 

Intensely  interested  in  the  preserva- 
tion of  life,  he's  made  a  serious  study  of 
First  Aid  and  of  medicine.  He  hopes, 
therefore,  that  he  will  be  assigned  to  the 
Medical  Corps.  Proving  again  that  he 
isn't  a  coward.  For  in  the  Medical  Corps 
he  might  very  well  be  under  fire. 

A  LWAYS  Lew's  been  too  sensitive  and 
'*  impressionable  for  his  own  good.  He 
began  overreacting  to  things  and  collect- 
ing hurts  when  he  was  very  young.  His 
Darents  had  little  money.  The  house  in 
ivhich  they  lived  was  small.  Whenever 
Mr.  Ayres,  a  cellist  with  the  Minneapolis 
Symphony  Orchestra,  was  home,  Lew 
.vaited  for  the  chords  of  Wagner  or  Bee- 
;hoven  to  crash  against  his  ears.  While 
le  waited  he  trembled.  He  knew  how 
lis  mother's  face  would  tighten,  how  her 
/oice  would  sharpen.  And  he  would  hold 
limself  tense,  listening  for  the  first  loud 
A^ords  of  another  nervous,  overwrought 

He  was  only  four  when  his  parents 
separated.  Their  unhappiness  would 
lave  been  forgotten  soon  enough  by  most 
:hildren.  Lew  never  forgot  it.  Long  after 
le  came  to  Hollywood  he  was  still  re- 
nembering.  "I  want  money,"  he  always 
;aid,  "because  it  buys  personal  freedom 
md  personal  freedom  is  essential  to 
lappiness.  I'll  go  to  my  grave  believing 
f  we  had  had  more  money  my  mother 
md  father  still  would  be  living  together. 
Dur  house  was  too  small  to  permit  Dad 
lis  music  and  Mother  her  quiet." 

At  seventeen  Lew  had  an  experience 
Jiat  left  its  mark  upon  him. 
I  He  was  playing  a  banjo  in  a  jazz  band. 
In  Mexico,  at  Nogales  and  Tia  Juana, 
the  band  was  a  tremendous  success  and 
ke  was  an  even  greater  success.  The 
^e  women  adored  him.  They  called  him 
Baby  Face.  They  tried  to  kiss  him  and 
they  stroked  his  arm.  He  pitied  them 
with  their  dreamless  eyes.  But  he  was 
Sickened  by  their  slack  faces.  Finally, 
unwilling  to  endure  it  any  longer,  he  quit 
the  band  and  the  seventy-five  dollars  a 
pveek  it  paid  him  and  prospected,  in  the 

rountains  of  the  southwest,  for  gold. 
This  was  his  first  retreat  from  reality. 
It  also  was  the  beginning  of  what  was  to 
become  his  personal  pattern  and  turn 
him  into  a  recluse  on  a  Hollywood  hilltop. 

At  twenty,  entrusted  with  the  role  of 
Paul  Baumer  in  "All  Quiet  On  The  West- 
ern Front,"  Lew  was  sure  the  turning 
point  in  his  life  had  come. 

jjuiY,  1942 

This  was  it  .  .  .  the  real  thing  .  .  .  the  night  you  dreamed  about 
ever  since  freckles  and  pigtails. 

And  now  you  re-live  every  precious  minute  .  .  . 
That  look  in  his  eyes  when  you  floated  down  the  staircase. 
The  way  he  held  you  close  as  you  danced.  And  how  he  sulked, 
when  the  stag  line  caught  up  with  you! 

Then  like  the  climax  to  a  great  play  ...  he  suggested  a  stroll 
in  the  moonlight.  You  felt  like  a  leading  lady,  walking 
with  him  on  the  terrace  .  .  . 

And  to  think  you  almost  didn't  go  tonight  .  .  .  almost  called  it  off! 
If  it  hadn't  been  for  Jane,  you'd  have  let  trying  days  of  the  month 
rule  your  life!  But  remember  how  she  laughed  at  your  worries 
. . .  made  you  promise  to  switch  to  Kotex  sanitary  napkins  ? 

As  she  put  it  —  it's  comfort  you  want  most, 
and  most  everyone  knows  Kotex  is  more  comfortable ! 
Because  Kotex  is  made  in  soft  folds,  it's  naturally 

less  bulky  . .  .  more  comfortable  . . .  made  to 
stay  soft  while  wearing.  A  lot 
different  from  pads  that  only  "feel" 
soft  at  first  touch. 

Then,  too,  Kotex  has  flat,  pressed 
ends  that  do  away  with  bumps  and 
bulges.  And  a  new  moisture-resistant 

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So  you've  decided  that  from  now 
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why  it's  more  popular  than 
all  other  brands  of  pads  put  together! 

Be  confident . . .  comfortable  . . .  carefree 

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It    had,    in    more    ways    than  one. 

He  was  a  nobody  when  he  played  Paul, 
but  the  most  finished  actor  in  Hollywood 
couldn't  have  approached  his  perform- 
ance. Every  sensitive,  impressionable 
year  he  had  lived  had  been  training  for 
this  role.  He  made  the  scene  where  Paul, 
the  soldier,  releases  a  butterfly  from  the 
wire  of  the  trench  something  immortal. 
And  it  made  him  famous.  His  name 
was  on  everyone's  lips.  In  popularity 
contests  he  was  voted  King  of  the  Movies. 
They  raised  his  salary  from  two  hundred 
and  fifty  dollars  a  week  to  seven  hundred 
and  fifty  dollars  a  week.  He  should  have 
been  gloriously  happy.  Instead  he  was 
bewildered  and  heartsick  and  miserable. 

Six  months  "All  Quiet  On  The  Western 
Front"  was  in  production.  For  Lew  they 
hadn't  been  six  months  of  make-believe. 
They  had  been  six  months  of  war.  He 
had  believed  the  whine  of  the  bursting 
shells  and  the  screams  of  hate  and  the 
moans  of  the  dying. 

He  began  talking  against  war,  against 
killing.  He  began  brooding  over  man's 
inhumanity  to  man.  He  began  retreating 
from  reality.  He  bought  a  telescope  and 
he  peered,  hours  on  end,  at  the  stars 
from  the  Observatory  at  Mount  Wilson. 

"I  can't  seem  to  snap  out  of  it,"  he  told 
a  friend.  "People  call  me  up  and  say, 
'Let's  do  so  and  so!'  And  I  can't.  The 
things  they  propose  seem  so  futile,  so 

At  last,  in  a  frantic  effort  to  shake  off 
the  depression  into  which  the  "six  months 
of  war"  had  plunged  him,  he  began  going 
out  again.  He  met  Lola  Lane.  They  fell 
in  love  and  they  were  married. 

Poor  Lew!  Poor  Lola!  They  didn't 
have  a  chance.  It  wasn't  fair  that  two 
young  things  who  were  spiritually  and 
mentally  strangers  should  love  each  other 
so  wildly. 

Lola  was  proud  of  Lew's  career.  She 
tried  to  help  him. 

"Let's  go  dancing,"  she  used  to  pro- 
pose. "Let's  give  a  party!"  "Let's  go  to 
that  shindig  Mr.  Blatz  is  giving  next 
Sunday.    We  don't  have  to  stay  long!" 

She  knew  Hollywood.  She  knew  the 
importance  of  being  seen  at  the  right 
places  with  the  right  people.  She  didn't 
underestimate  Lew's  performance  as 
Paul  Baumer.  But  she  knew  the  more 
he  was  out  of  sight  the  more  he  would 
be  out  of  mind. 

The  few  times  they  went  places  and 
did  things  Lola  wasn't  fooled  by  Holly- 

wood's insincerity.  But  she  didn't  let  it 
worry  her  too  much.  She  dressed  up  and 
looked  beautiful  and  had  fun.  Lew,  on 
the  contrary,  was  miserable.  He  practi- 
cally flinched  at  every  compliment  and 
overture  he  thought  insincere.  And 
finally  he  refused  to  go  out  any  more. 
Lola  protested.  And,  holding  himself 
tense,  Lew  buried  his  nose  in  a  book 
by  another  philosopher  he  had  discov- 
ered and  tried  not  to  hear  the  angry 
things  Lola  was  saying  to  him. 

At  last  she  divorced  him.  No  one 
blamed  her;  Lew  least  of  all. 

Then  came  a  week  end  Lew  never  will 
forget.  With  friends  he  hunted  wild  boar 
at  Catalina.  Before  they  were  out  an 
hour  he  saw  a  sow  shot  and  heard  her 
scream  like  a  woman.  And  when  her 
screams  brought  her  five  baby  pigs  run- 
ning they  were  shot,  too,  and  they,  too, 
screamed  like  humans. 

It  was  more  than  Lew  could  take.  He 
quit  the  long  argument  he  had  been 
having  with  himself.  He  knew,  for  him, 
killing  was  unforgivable,  not  only  the 
killing  of  men  but  also  the  killing  of 
animals.  He  put  his  guns  away.  He  told 
his  houseman  that  nothing  that  was  killed 
was  ever  again  to  appear  on  his  table. 

THE  best  thing  that  ever  happened  to 
'  Lew  was  Ginger  Rogers.  If  they  had 
met  before  Lew  became  quite  so  fixed 
in  his  habit  of  silence  and  retreat  they 
might  have  been  happy  together.  They 
had  much  in  common.  They  modeled  in 
clay.  They  sat  up  half  the  night  listening 
to  phonograph  recordings  of  the  sym- 
phonies. Over  and  over  they  played 
Tschaikowsky  and  Stravinsky.  But  at 
other  times  Ginger  couldn't  reach  Lew. 
At  other  times  he  would  read  all  night 
and  sleep  all  day  or  spend  hours  peering 
through  his  telescope  or  charting  storms 
and  air  waves  on  his  weather  map.  If 
Ginger  spoke  he  wouldn't  hear.  At  least 
he  wouldn't  answer.  More  than  once  she 
ordered  a  new  dress  for  a  particular 
party  and  he  refused,  absolutely,  to  go. 

Her  career  was  rising.  His,  inevitably, 
was  ebbing. 

They  parted,  of  course.  But  they  parted 
as  friends  and  they're  friends  still.  They 
had  dinner  together  a  few  nights  before 
Lew  left  for  that  camp  in  Oregon.  When 
he  told  Ginger  of  the  stand  he  was  aoout 
to  take  she  may  have  reminded  him, 
softly,  of  all  it  would  cost  him.  But  after 
that  you  may  be  sure  she  only  kissed 


Pho+oplay-Movie  Mirror's  Remarkable  As+rologist 

LEW  AYRES  has  one  of  the  most  unusual  charts  ever  drawn  up.  The  stars 
foretell  conflict,  loneliness  and  despair  to  the  point  of  desperation, 
which  seem  to  reach  a  culmination  during  the  last  week  of  May,  1942.  At 
that  time  Lew  Ayres  will  go  through  one  of  the  most  critical  periods  of 
his  life,  hie  will  be  in  grave  mental  and  physical  danger. 

If  he  comes  through  this  crucial  time,  July  13  marks  a  turning  point  for 
the  better.  There  is  a  breaking  up  of  the  conditions  and  ideas  which  have 
bound  him.  A  new  light  dawns  to  open  up  a  fresh  vista,  with  a  chance 
to  prove  his  true  worth,  and  around  the  last  of  August  or  early  September 
he  may  leave  this  country  on  a  secret  mission,  for  the  stars  Indicate  favor 
for  Lew  In  work  of  a  confidential  nature. 

The  month  of  October  will  be  vital  for  the  whole  world  and  It  brings 
Lew  Ayres  the  opportunity  to  return  to  public  favor  by  an  act  of  courage 
and  daring.  October  10  should  be  a  very  Important  date  for  him. 

The  turbulent  year  of  1942  ends  by  bringing  to  the  name  of  Lew  Ayres 
honor  and  distinction  from  friends  and  superiors. 

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him  and  hoped  he  would  find  things 
tolerable,  at  least,  along  his  way. 

Ginger  knows  what  Hollywood  has 
been  slow  to  learn — that  Lew's  as  he  is 
and  nobody  is  going  to  change  him. 

Often  he  appears  selfish  and  unreason- 
able. He's  frequently  moody.  But  he's 
completely  faithful  to  his  personal  stan- 
dards. In  his  own  fashion  he's  even 
rallied  to  this  war. 

He  gave  generously  to  the  Red  Cross 
and  refused  to  have  his  donations  publi- 
cized. He  has  conducted  three  different 
classes  in  First  Aid,  teaching  every  night 
in  the  week  but  Sunday.  And  now  he's 
ready  and  willing  to  serve  in  the  Medical 
Corps  or  any  other  noncombatant  branch 
of  the  service.  He  refuses  only  to 
shoulder  arms. 

I  remember  a  luncheon  I  had  with  Lew 
a  few  years  ago,  when  Metro  signed  him 
to  a  contract  and  his  career  was  begin- 
ning all  over  again.  He  was  supposed  to 
give  me  an  interview  about  his  years  of 
failure.  But  he  wouldn't.  The  years  he 
didn't  work,  the  years  he  sat  alone  on 
his  hilltop  seeing  practically  nobody  but 
Ken  Murray  and  Billy  Bakewell,  his 
two  close  friends,  the  years  he  spent 
reading  the  philosophers,  studying  the 
stars  and  playing  his  organ,  he  doesn't 
count  as  failure. 

"I  don't  think  a  fall  from  eminence  is 
failure,"  he  said  that  day,  "unless  you 
turn  it  into  that  by  neglecting  to  use 
the  time  it  gives  you  for  your  personal 

"It's  only  looking  back  that  we  ever 
know  what  helped  and  what  hindered 
us.  Often  enough  detours  from  things 
as  we  would  have  wished  them  are  what 
advance  us. 

"I  rather  believe  those  years  I  didn't 
work  are  the  most  important  years  of 
my  life.   They  didn't  advance  me  as  an 

actor,  true.  But  they  advanced  me  as  a 
human  being.  And  much  as  I  value  my 
career  I  can't  believe  my  standing  as  an 
actor  is  as  important  as  my  standing  as 
a  man." 

THAT  undoubtedly  describes  Lew's  at- 
titude today.  It  isn't  an  attitude  we 
share.  It  isn't  an  attitude  we  readily 
understand.  But  that  it  is  a  sincere  atti- 
tude is  indicated  again  by  everything 
that  Lester  F.  Miles,  Ph.D.,  an  eminent 
New  York  psychologist,  has  to  say. 

"To  make  any  professional  statement 
regarding  the  action  of  Lew  Ayres  since 
I  have  never  met  him  is  a  delicate  task," 
Doctor  Miles  writes.  "However,  the  per- 
sonal observations  of  those  who  have 
been  close  to  him  show  in  his  life  a 
series  of  systematized  delnsions. 

"His  delusions  or  beliefs — if  you  would 
call  them  beliefs — are  not  self-centered, 
related  to  his  own  body.  Otherwise  he 
would  not  be  willing  to  expose  himself 
to  danger  as  a  medical  corps  worker.  His 
delusions  or  beliefs  pertain,  instead,  to 
the  objective  world.  He  disagrees  with 
the  greedy  aggression  that  is  a  world 
trend  today.  He  also  disagrees  with  our 
democratic  desire  to  halt  that  aggression 
and  to  do  it  with  force  because  we've 
found  force  to  be  the  only  argument  the 
aggressors  understand. 

"Many  of  Lew  Ayres's  personality  traits 
and  behaviorisms  are  typical  of  the  para- 
noid temperament.  The  principle  char- 
acteristic of  this  temperament  is  a  highly 
stubborn  adherence  to  fixed  ideas — ideas 
which  are  self-formed  from  early  en- 
vironment and  result  in  a  contempt  for 
opinions  of  others  if  they  do  not  con- 

"In  all  probability  Mr.  Ayres's  com- 
plete aversion  to  force  does  not  spring 
from  witnessing  the  killing  of  animals. 
This   probably   was   only   one  instance 

which  served  to  remind  him  of  his  child- 
hood and  the  quarrels  between  his  father 
and  mother — since  it  is  squarely  upon  his 
childhood  that  the  burden  of  his  present 
beliefs  and  actions  rests.  Likely,  too, 
there  were  many  other  instances  in  his 
life,  about  which  we  know  nothing,  which 
kept  the  unhappy  memories  of  his  child- 
hood fresh  in  his  mind. 

"Actually  Mr.  Ayres's  early  environ- 
ment wounded  his  sensitive  mind  as 
deeply  and  seriously  as  a  physical  acci- 
dent might  have  wounded  his  body. 
Following  this  his  education  and  learn- 
ing, via  the  school  of  hard  knocks,  had 
a  different  effect  upon  him  than  it  would 
have  had  upon  most  people. 

"Because  we're  unable  to  see  mental 
differences  in  people  it  is  difficult  for  us 
to  appreciate  these  differences  and  allow 
for  them.  Lew  Ayres  should  not  be  con- 
demned because  he  won't  fight.  He 
should  have  the  same  consideration  he 
would  receive  if  it  were  a  physical  dis- 
ability sustained  long  ago  that  made  it 
impossible  for  him  to  shoulder  a  gun. 

"  A  CTUALLY  the  case  of  Lew  Ayres 
shows  what  erroneous  opinions  and 
beliefs  we  may  form  if  we  run  away 
from  our  problems  instead  of  standing 
up  to  them. 

"Lew  Ayres's  quest  for  happiness 
chased  him  into  a  self-centered  solitude. 
He  never  faced  the  realities  of  the  world 
with  any  desire  to  overcome  them  or 
their  unpleasantness.  It  would  be  dif- 
ficult for  him  to  change  now.  Now  his 
problems  have  licked  him. 

"Fortunately  Lew  Ayres  is  only  one 
case  in  many  hundreds  of  thousands. 
Fortunately  our  country — individually 
and  en  masse — stands  up  to  its  problems 
and  licks  them." 

The  End 

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exits  on  boats,  etc.,  and  thus  uncon- 
sciously associated  danger  with  the  water. 

10.  (Q)  When  were  you  born? 

A.  (Irene  took  the  consequences.  Give 
us  a  picture  of  yourself  that  you  would 
not  release  for  publication  and  tell  us 
why.)  The  picture  Irene  had  refused  to 
release  is  shown  on  page  41.  She  is  giv- 
ing her  cook  instructions  on  the  occasion 
of  Missy's  birthday  party. 

11.  (Q)  What  one  decision  radically 
changed  your  life? 

A:  I  was  on  my  way  to  teach  school 
in  East  Chicago  when  I  decided  to'  enter 
a  voice  contest  at  the  Chicago  Musical 
College.  I  made  a  pact  with  myself:  if 
I  lost,  I  would  be  content  to  teach  school; 
if  I  won,  there  was  a  chance  I  might 
ultimately  win  real  recognition  and 
therefore  would  continue  to  try.  I  won 
the  contest. 

12.  (<p)  Do  you  prefer  Cory  Grant  or 
Charles  Boyer  as  a  leading  man? 

A.  (Irene  took  the  consequences.  Give 
us  a  picture  of  yourself  in  the  awkward 
era  from  your  private  collection.) 

13.  (Q)  Why  does  your  intimate  circle 
of  friends  include  so  few  movie  people? 

A:  Because  I  am  married  to  a  man 
who  is  not  in  the  theatrical  profession 
and  he  is  more  comfortable  in  friend- 
ships formed  outside  of  it.  Also,  such 
friendships  are  more  permanent  because 
the  people  are  more  permanently  located 

14.  (Q)  Why  have  you  always  been 
ultrareticent  about  your  private  life? 

A:  1  didn't  realize  I  was,  but,  if  so, 
it  must  be  because  I  consider  it  so  simple 
I  don't  see  how  it  can  interest  anyone. 

15.  (Q)  What  would  be  your  reaction 
to  discover  another  woman  at  a  party 
wearing  a  duplicate  of  your  dress? 

A:  I  had  just  that  happen  with  a  blue 
and  white  print  dinner  dress,  and  was  I 
heartsick!  It  was  a  new  dress  for  an 
important  affair — my  first  evening  at 
Monte  Carlo  in  New  York.  I  was  em- 
barrassed, but  I  couldn't  be  angry  be- 
cause Mr.  X,  who  sold  it  to  me  in 
Hollywood,  had  warned  me  that  there 
was  one  duplicate  which  had  been  sold 
to  a  Los  Angeles  society  woman.  And 
darned  if,  of  all  the  women  in  the  United 
States,  that  charming  lady  wasn't  seated 
at  the  next  table,  wearing  her  dress  like 

16.  (Q)  Have  you  ever  been  played  for 
a  sucker? 

A:  Heavens,  yes!  It  is  happening  con- 
stantly. The  last  time  was  on  a  trip  to 
New  York  and,  while  it  was  a  trivial 
matter,  it  really  irked  me.  I  was  buying 
an  eyebrow  pencil  which  I  knew  cost 
twenty-five  cents  because  the  woman  just 
ahead  of  me  purchased  one  just  like  it 
for  that  price.  When  the  clerk  recognized 
me,  she  said,  "Fifty  cents!"  I  paid  it  be- 
cause I  was  on  the  spot;  if  I  objected  it 
might  cause  a  scene  and  unpleasantness 
which  anyone  in  the  limelight  cannot 
afford.  But  I'll  never  step  foot  in  that 
store  again. 

17.  (Q)  Who  is  Hollywood's  best  ofF- 
screen  dancer? 

A:  My  choice  is  George  Murphy,  be- 
cause he  doesn't  take  his  dancing  as  a 
professionally  serious  matter. 

18.  (Q)  What  is  the  most  contro- 
versial subject  in  your  household? 

A:  The  education  of  children.  Doctor 
is  inclined  to  be  strict  about  study  and 
scholastic  progress,  and  favors  private 
schools  for  our  Missy.  I  feel  there  are 
other  phases  of  development  as  important 
as  scholastic  perfection  and  believe  the 

activities  and  enviromnent  of  public 
schools  and  colleges  are  essential  to  a 
well-rounded  education. 

19.  (Q)  What  were  the  high  spots  in 
your  life  between  the  years  one  to  ten; 
ten  to  twenty;  and  twenty  to  thirty? 

A:  One  to  ten:  A  Fourth  of  July  cele- 
bration in  Louisville  when  a  skyrocket 
went  through  the  straw  hat  of  the  man 
next  door  and  burned  his  bald  head. 
Such  excitement!  Ten  to  twenty:  When 
a  chap  in  Madison,  Indiana,  came  home 
from  Virginia  Military  Institute  and  gave 
me  his  blue  sweater  with  the  letters  VMI 
on  it.  What  a  heart  throb!  Twenty  to 
thirty:  When  Flo  Ziegfeld  sat  in  the 
second  row  of  "Showboat"  and  sent  back 
a  personal  note  saying  I  was  wonderful! 

20.  (Q)  Who  is  Hollywood's  best 
dressed  woman  in  your  opinion? 

A.  (Irene  took  the  consequences.  Let 
us  photograph  some  of  j'our  most  cher- 
ished keepsakes.) 

21.  (Q)  Do  you  smoke  in  private  life? 
A:  Did  you  hear  I  did?  No,  I've  never 

developed  a  taste  for  it. 

22.  (Q)  Do  you  plan  to  adopt  more 

A:  I'd  like  to  have  five  or  six  if  they 
would  fit  into  the  harmony  of  our  home. 
No  immediate  plans. 

23.  (9)  Of  what  personal  habit  are 
you  ashamed? 

A:  Leaning  on  my  elbows  at  the  table. 
I  know  it's  wrong  but  I  keep  on  doing  it! 

24.  (Q)  Why  do  you  think  people  con- 
sider you  standoffish? 

A:  Because  I  do  not  tell  naughty 

25.  (Q)  What  physical  feature  have 
you  tried  to  change? 

A:  My  eyebrows.  I  try  to  give  them 
a  higher  arch  than  nature  effected. 

26.  (Q)  What  do  you  consider  your 
best  quality  as  a  wife? 

A:  The  consideration  I  try  to  have  for 

27.  (Q)  And  the  worst  quality  as  a 

A:  My  lack  of  punctuality  at  mealtime. 
The  End 

Irene  pays  off  for  not  answer- 
ing Question  20  by  releasing  a 
picture  of  her  most  cherished 
keepsakes.  They  are  (above)  a 
music  box  given  her  by  a  direc- 
tor, a  fan,  the  gift  of  a  great 
actress  to  whom  Irene  has  always 
looked  for  inspiration,  and  a  rosa-, 
ry,  given  her  by  a  very  close  wom- 
an friend  whom  she  knew  long  ago 
and  whose  courage  has  always 
been  a  stirring  memory  to  her 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  mo\ie  nhrror 

{Continued  from  page  19)  "Hold  Back 
The  Dawn":  A  mist  of  human  tears 
rises  on  a  glorious  new  day. 

"How  Green  Was  My  Valley":  Nos- 
talgia for  lost  youth  re-creates  a  beau- 
tiful scene. 

"Shanghai  Gesture  ':  Ham,  and  stale 
ham  at  that. 

"Dumbo":  Animals  are  certainly  nicer 
than  people  and  Walt  Disney  knows 

"Sergeant  York":  Spirit  of  76  grown 
up  into  long-legged  Gary  Cooper. 

"Bahama  Passage":  Would  make  a 
beautiful  magazine  cover,  period. 

Mrs.  Sylvia  S.  Pitkin, 
Montpelier,  Vt. 

$1.00  PRIZE 
Dream  Stuff 

SINCE  cinematically  feasting  upon  "Song 
Of  The  Islands,"  my  song  has  been  of 

To  express  in  twenty  or  thirty  dozen 
words  what  she  does  with  one  sweep  of 
her  lashes;  to  be  as  enchanting  in  one 
of  Adrian's  super-dup>er  models  as  she 
is  in  a  handful  of  straw;  to  be  as  capti- 
vating in  a  lifetime  as  she  is  with  a 
mere  half-smile! 

"Blue  Shadows  and  White  Gardenias!" 
If  these  attainments  could  be  mine,  I'd 
wade  the  South  Seas,  weave  a  grass  skirt 
and  smile  enigmatically  while  Victor 
Mature  whispered  softly,  "Sing  Me  A 
Song  Of  The  Islands"! 

Well,  gee,  I  can  dream,  can't  I? 
RuBYE  M.  Chapman, 
Birmingham,  Ala. 

Speak  For  Yourself 

$1.00  PRIZE 

Breaking  the  Rules 

AA  AYBE  it  is  because  women  are  First 
Aid  conscious  as  never  before  with 
thousands  of  them  studying  in  Red  Cross 
First  Aid  classes.  Anyway,  the  movies 
better  pay  attention  to  the  simple  "must" 
and  "must  not"  rules  of  First  Aid. 

Barbara  Stanwyck  in  "You  Belong  To 
Me"  disobeyed  all  the  first  rules — and  she 
was  supposed  to  be  a  doctor  with  three 
years'  experience!  When  Henry  Fonda 
landed  upside  down  in  a  snowbank.  Dr. 
Barbara  yanked  him  violently  enough  to 
cause  considerable  damage  to  possible 
fractures — Rule  1:  Do  not  cause  fvn-ther 
injury  to  the  victim.  She  jackknifed  him 
off  the  ground — Rule  2:  Keep  patient  ly- 
ing down.  She  propped  his  head  and 
shoulders  up  against  her  on  the  sled — 
very  pleasant,  no  doubt,  but  what  about 
Rule  3:  Move  only  in  lying  position. 

And  her  hair-do.  Shades  of  sanitation! 
It  was  neither  appropriate  for  a  doctor's 
office  nor  becoming  to  an  otherwise  at- 
tractive woman. 

Your  feminine  public  is  awake,  Mr. 
Movie-Maker,  so  watch  your  (First  Aid) 

Lillian  Morse, 
Kansas  City,  Mo. 


\A/HEN  the  name  of  Jack  Benny  is 
mentioned,  most  people  think  of  his 
famous  radio  program.  Few  think  of  him 
as  a  great  screen  star,  which  he  really 
is.  His  performances  in  his  two  most 
recent  pictures,  "Charley's  Aunt"  and  "To 
Be  Or  Not  To  Be"  were  really  something 

to  rival  the  works  of  such  celebrated 
actors  as  Spencer  Tracy,  Clark  Gable, 
and  others. 

Frank  Duffev, 
Milwaukee,  Wis. 

I  PREDICT— yes,  I  realize  that  this 
'  world  is  full  of  people  making  predic- 
tions— but  I  still  take  it  upon  myself  to 
predict  that  before  long  the  top  man  in 
movies  is  going  to  be — Humphrey  Bogart. 

I  fervently  hope  that  the  Hollywood 
powers  don't  try  to  rush  him  into  a  lot 
of  inferior  films,  and  that  they  do  not, 
for  fear  of  typing  him  as  a  tough  guy, 
start  casting  him  as  a  social  secretary  or 
a  ballet  dancer.  I  like  Bogart  and  I  like 
him  bad! 

Edith  Zittler, 
Chicago,  111. 

I  'VE  had  a  very  enjoyable  experience — 
'  the  experience  of  seeing  a  new  and  re- 
freshing "star."  That  word  might  be 
rushing  it  a  bit,  but  I  think  his  brilliant 
acting  will  shine  forth  and  make  him  a 
star  in  Hollywood's  heaven. 

I'm  speaking  of  Paul  Hernried;  the 
movie  I  saw  was  "Joan  Of  Paris" — a  most 
unusual  yet  enjoyable  picture. 

So  let's  be  hospitable  to  our  foreign 
actor  and  treat  him  to  another  fine  part, 
and  thereafter  I'll  leave  Charles  Boyer 
for  the  rest  of  you. 

Marjorie  Beard, 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 

IN  "Kings  Row"  Ann  Sheridan  was  as 
'  real  as  the  girl  next  door.  Why  not 
keep  her  in  this  type  of  role  instead  of 
giving  her  glamour  parts? 

Ruth  Sholtz, 
Norwood,  O. 




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in  Ann's  heart. 

There  followed  days  and  months  of  de- 
spair. Finally,  Ann  decided  to  spend  a  few 
days  with  Hedy  Lamarr.  Originally  they 
met  at  a  party  given  by  Fred  and  Lily 
MacMurray.  It  was  a  sincere  friendship 
right  from  the  start.  Hedy  knew  what 
Ann  was  going  through.  She  had  recently 
gone  through  the  same  thing  herself. 

Hedy  was  good  for  Ann.  She  was 
warm,  understanding  and  considerate.  At 
the  time,  Hedy  was  working  in  a  picture. 
Ann  spent  her  days  playing  with 
Jamsie,  Hedy's  small  adopted  son,  tak- 
ing long  walks.  One  day  she  was 
just  returning  to  the  house.  As  she 
turned  up  the  driveway,  someone  across 
the  street  called  her  name.  Ann  turned. 
Robert  Sterling  came  running  toward 
her.  It  was  the  first  time  they  had  met 
face  to  face  since  Bob  had  played  opposite 
her  in  "Ringside  Maisie."  They  shook 
hands.  There  was  nothing  eventful  in 
the  meeting.  Hedy  came  along  just  then. 
She  hadn't  known  that  she  and  Bob  were 
neighbors.  They  all  went  for  a  swim  in 
Hedy's  pool.  Bob  stayed  on  for  supper. 

Next  day  Ann  moved  back  to  her  own 
home  again.  That  evening,  after  dinner, 
she  was  sitting  alone  in  front  of  her 
fireplace.  Robert,  the  butler,  came  in 
and  said  that  Bob  Sterling  was  at  the 
front  door.  The  luxury  of  someone  to 
talk  to  suddenly  seemed  so  important. 
Arm  fixed  Bob  a  drink  and  they  started 
to  talk.  Bob  was  amusing,  optimistic, 
filled  with  the  rosy  glow  of  life  and  liv- 
ing. He  poked  fun  at  himself.  He  spoke 
seriously  of  himself.  Ann  remained  a 
thoroughly  appreciative  and  understand- 
ing audience. 

THE  next  day  Bob  sent  flowers.  Could 
'  he  have  a  date?  Ann  explained  that 
crowds  suddenly  seemed  to  panic  her. 
Would  he  dine  at  her  house?  After 
dinner  they  went  for  a  drive.  Bob  sug- 
gested an  out  of  the  way  eating  spot 
near  Pasadena.  Just  the  place  for  a 
midnight  sandwich.  No,  there  wouldn't 
be  more  than  a  half  a  dozen  people  in  the 

Once  they  got  inside,  it  was  too  late 
to  turn  back.  The  place  was  literally 
crawling  with  jitterbugs.  Bob  knew  this 
and  had  purposely  deceived  Ann  to  help 
bring  her  out  of  herself.  Before  long 
they  were  out  jitterbugging  with  the 
mob.  Ann  laughed  until  she  cried.  All 
evening  long  something  nice  had  been 
creeping  into  Bob's  eyes.  He  was  re- 
spectful, thoughtful,  courteous.  So  dif- 
ferent from  those  tired  Hollywood  bach- 
elors, Ann  thought  to  herself. 

This  was  the  beginning.  Bob  begged 
to  see  Ann  as  often  as  possible.  Being 
one  of  Hollywood's  most  eligible  men, 
he  was  constantly  in  demand.  To  all 
invitations  he  said  thank  you  very  much. 
And  took  Ann  to  the  movies.  Neither 
liked  night  clubs,  so  they  attended  only 
on  rare  occasions.  They'd  double  date 
with  the  Ray  Millands.  Recently  with 
George  Montgomery  and  Hedy  Lamarr. 
Ann  plays  tennis.  Bob  likes  golf.  Each 
took  up  the  other's  game. 

If  Bob  has  serious  intentions,  certainly 
no  one  knows  them  but  himself.  Judging 
by  the  way  he  constantly  looks  at  Ann, 
the  devoted  attentions  he  pays  her,  he  is 
a  man  in  love.  To  intimate  friends  he 
has  admitted  that  Ann  is  the  most  fem- 
inine girl  he  has  ever  known.  "She 
always  looks  so  scrubbed  and  cleaned," 
he  once  expressed  it. 

Another  quality  that  appeals  to  Bob  is 

Ann's  complete  lack  of  brittleness.  He 
loathes  hard-boiled  women,  the  super- 
ficial ones  and  the  insincere. 

Bob  likes  to  kid  Ann  because  she  can 
take  it.  And  give  it  right  back  to  him. 
Once  someone  asked  him  if  he  thought 
Ann  was  pretty.  He  winced  and  called 
her  a  "Funny  Face."  The  story  got  back 
to  Ann  and  she  loved  it.  Bob  has  never 
ceased  telling  her  how  beautiful  she  is, 
ever  since. 

Ann  has  never  given  any  indication  to 
Bob,  or  anyone  else,  that  their  friendship 
will  end  at  the  altar.  In  the  first  place 
she  isn't  legally  free.  Just  recently  she 
got  her  first  divorce  papers.  Many  strange 
and  unpredictable  things  can  happen  be- 
tween now  and  the  year  she  must  wait 
for  her  final  decree.  Marriage  is  a  serious 
proposition  to  Ann.  It  involves  mutual 
sharing  and  above  everything  else — com- 
panionship. During  her  years  of  mar- 
riage to  Roger  Pryor,  a  great  deal  of  her 
time  was  spient  alone.  Often  when  she 
needed  Roger,  he  was  out  on  tour  with 
his  band.  Naturally,  this  wasn't  to  his 
liking,  either,  but  he  had  to  make  a 

Absence  does  strange  things  to  p)eople 
who  were  once  in  love.  They  learn  not 
to  depend  on  each  other.  By  the  time 
they  get  back  together  again,  they've 
lost  the  momentum  of  marriage.  "They 
have  little  or  nothing  in  common.  Nice 
people  like  Ann  and  Roger  struggle 
valiantly  to  save  it.  Usually  the  results 
are  hopeless. 

THOUGH  there  may  never  be  a  mar- 
'  riage,  Ann  will  always  appreciate  Bob's 
friendship.  The  loyalty  that  is  such  a 
strong  part  of  her  nature  recognizes  the 
great  part  he  played  in  restoring  her  faith 
and  confidence.  She  found  his  humor 
contagious;  his  curiosity  about  life  and 
people  refreshing;  his  enthusiastic  par- 
ticipation in  State  Guard  drills  and  First 
Aid  activities  inspiring.  She  respected 
his  intelligent  acting  ability — she'd  ad- 
mired his  work  before  in  "The  Penalty," 
"Two-Faced  Woman"  and  "Johnny 

That  Ann  and  Bob  would  make  their 
marriage  a  success,  there  is  little  doubt. 
They  share  the  same  mutual  friendships. 
Both  love  good  music.  Both  are  fond  of 
children,  home  life,  spwrts. 

At  the  inception  of  their  friendship, 
Ann  and  Bob  had  an  imderstanding. 
Each  was  to  go  out  when  and  with  whom 
he  pleased.  So  don't  be  surprised  if,  on 
occasion,  you  see  either  being  the  other 
half  of  a  new  twosome. 

In  the  meantime  the  ensuing  year  will 
tell  the  tale.  Ann's  career  is  as  bright 
and  shiny  as  a  new  dollar.  Mr.  Mayer 
himself  predicts  that  Ann,  together  with 
Judy  Garland  and  Mickey  Rooney,  is 
a  white  hope  on  the  M-G-M  lot. 

Bob  is  on  the  way  up.  With  every 
picture  his  work  improves.  Everyone  has 
a  good  word  to  say  for  htm.  Even  Clark 
Gable,  trying  to  bear  up  under  his  recent 
sorrow,  went  out  of  his  way  to  help  Bob, 
when  they  worked  together  in  "Some- 
where I'll  Find  You." 

But  there's  still  a  war  to  be  fought. 
No  young  man  today,  not  even  one 
with  mother,  father  and  two  sisters  de- 
pendent on  him,  as  are  Bob's,  can  know 
what  moment  he  may  be  called.  It  would 
be  sheer  folly  for  Ann  and  Bob  even  to 
think  of  planning  ahead  for  a  year. 

Will  Ann  Sothern  eventually  marry 
Bob  Sterling?  Personally,  we  think  the 
evidence  is  against  them. 

Our  case  rests. 

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and  said,  "My  name's  Taylor.  Bob  Tay- 
lor. There's  a  good  part  in  my  next 
picture  you  should  play."  Van  thanked 
him,  read  the  script  of  "Johnny  Eager" 
and  set  right  out  to  cinch  the  part,  going 
from  one  producer  to  another  as  he  was 
directed.  For  days  Van  made  the  rounds, 
haunting  offices,  giving  forth  with  argu- 
ments, talking  his  head  off,  only  to  dis- 
cover it  was  all  a  rib — he'd  been  set  for 
the  part  from  the  first. 

The  storms  of  Hollywood  affect  Van 
little — except  to  feed  fuel  to  his  capacity 
for  worry.  He's  a  natural-born  worrier 
and  thrives  on  it.  He's  a  honey,  too,  and 
a  bachelor,  though  the  latest  rumor  hints 
of  a  surprise  marriage  to  Frances  Neal. 

He's  a  guy's  guy  and  one  everyone 
likes.  What's  more,  he's  a  star  in  the 
making.  So  write  down  the  name  "Van 
Heffin"  and  watch  it  grow  on  every  thea- 
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U  OW  Smart  Is  Anne? 

'  '  Arme  Baxter  always  wanted  to  be  an 
actress,  except,  of  course,  when,  at  the 
age  of  ten,  her  fickle  fancy — which  was 
very  fickle,  indeed — strayed  off  into  tem- 
porary yearning  ambitions  for  the  ballet. 

So  at  thirteen  she  began  her  studies, 
enrolling  in  the  Theodora  Irvine  school  of 
drama  in  New  York.  At  one  of  their 
plays  Aime  was  seen  by  a  director  who 
chose  her  for  a  role  with  Frankie  Thomas 
in  the  stage  play  "Dear  Brutus."  At 
thirteen  she  was  on  the  way. 

A  year's  study  with  Mme.  Maria  Ou- 
spenskaya  followed,  with  Anne  also  tak- 
ing in  the  fine  old  points  of  geography, 
algebra  and  geometry  at  the  exclusive 
Brearley  School.  Then  came  summer 
stock  with  Karen  Morley  in  "Susan  And 
God"  and,  in  the  fall  (this  was  1938),  a 
role  with  Eva  Le  Gallienne  in  "Madame 

Katherine  Brown  of  the  David  Selznick 
organization,  who  had  known  Anne  for 
some  time,  suggested  the  budding  star 
take  a  test  for  movies.  The  test  was  so 
good  Anne  almost  landed  the  Joan  Fon- 
taine role  in  "Rebecca."  Only  her  ex- 
treme youth  prevented. 

But  M-G-M  saw  the  test  and  into 
"Twenty  Mule  Team"  went  little  Anne, 
and  then  over  to  Fox,  the  studio  that 
put  her  under  contract.  A  role  as  one  of 
the  shy  heroines  in  "Charley's  Aunt" 
was  followed  by  the  lead  opposite  Dana 
Andrews  in  "Swamp  Water,"  playing 
Walter   Brennan's  daughter. 

About  this  time  Orson  the  Welles  heard 
of  the  little  eighteen-year-old  wonder 
and  grabbed  her  off  for  the  romantic  lead 
in  his  own  production,  "The  Magnificent 

Born  in  Michigan  City,  Indiana,  Anne 
and  her  parents  moved  to  Rye,  New  York, 
when  she  was  just  seven.  Anne  claims 
she  didn't  inherit  one  iota  of  the  talent  of 
her  famous  architect  uncle,  Frank  Lloyd 
Wright.  She  can't  even  draw  a  decent 
picture  of  a  house.  But  she  can  scramble 
eggs  a  la  heavenly.  In  fact,  those  ex- 
tremely small  hands  of  Anne's  are  right 
perky  in  the  culinary  field.  But,  alas, 
Anne  herself  is  a  bit  on  the  pleasingly 
rounded  side  and  must  needs  watch  her 
P's  (for  pastry)  and  Q's  (for  quarts  of 
ice  cream). 

She  wears  her  brown  hair  in  a  sleek, 
smooth  and  rather  high  pompadour.  (She 
wears  a  rat  inside  the  pomp.) 

She  lives  with  her  mother  in  Westwood, 
while  her  father,  who  is  sales  manager 
of  Frankfort  Distilleries,  holds  down  the 
fort  in  the  East. 

No  great  romance  clutters  up  little 
Anne's  life  nor  dop«:  she  intend  shall 

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says  and  means  it.  But  when  The  One 
does  come  along,  he  must  have  a  sense 
of  humor,  dance  well,  talk  intelligently, 
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How's  about  it,  lads?  Covild  Anne 
mean  y-o-u,  do  you  think? 

SHE  Got  What  She  Wanted: 
Battling  the  California  school  system 
singlehanded  is  a  good  deal — like  a 
one-man  revolution  against  a  turned- 
over  beehive.  Even  if  you  got  anywhere, 
you'd  be  too  stung  to  care. 

But  Ann  Ayars  succeeded.  The  fact  that 
she  was  a  native  daughter  born  in  Bever- 
ly Hills  may  have  been  a  factor  in  her 
favor,  but,  anyway,  she  took  her  stand 
freshman  year.  She  wanted  French  and 
drama  right  away  and  four  good  years 
of  it. 

She  went  after  every  available  bit  of 
drama  she  could  get.  In  English  she  de- 
manded to  read  lives  of  dramatists  and 
their  plays.  She  struggled,  argued  and 
talked  herself  hoarse  and  she  got  what 
she  wanted,  for  when  Ann  graduated 
from  Beverly  Hills  High  School  she  could 
speak  French  fluently  and  perform  as 
well  as  any  pupil  in  a  school  of  drama. 

Her  first  three  years  of  grade  school 
were  spent  in  Italy  where  her  father,  a 
voice  coach,  and  her  mother,  a  teacher 
of  piano,  had  taken  her  for  several  years' 
stay.  Her  father,  Quirino  Pellicciotti, 
does  not  believe  a  voice  should  be 
trained  until  maturity,  so  after  high 
school  Ann  and  her  father  went  to  work 
on  her  voice.  In  less  than  three  years 
Ann  was  giving  concerts;  in  fact  was 
spotted  by  Irving  Kumin,  associate  cast- 
ing director  of  Warners,  and  was  given 
a  test.  Her  performance  was  superb,  but 
her  face,  delicate  and  sensitively  fash- 
ioned with  diametrically  opposed  fea- 
tures, looked  awful.  Warners  let  her  go, 
but  Irving  Kumin  was  so  sure  Ann  was 
a  find  he  telephoned  Billy  Grady  of 
M-G-M  who  sent  for  Ann.  They  ex- 
perimented with  make-up  for  her  and  at 
every  opportunity  Billy  had  her  make 
production  tests,  which  means  reading 
Norma  Shearer's  or  Joan  Crawford's  or 
Roz  Russell's  lines  opposite  the  male  star 
for  testing  purposes.  The  exj>erience  was 
invaluable.  When  Hal  Roach  telephoned 
Grady  one  day  for  a  girl  who  could  both 
act  and  sing  for  a  short  called  "Fiesta," 
Ann  got  the  job. 

While  she  was  testing  opposite  Lew 
Ayres  for  a  Kildare  picture,  "Dr.  Kil- 
dare's  Victory,"  Director  Van  Dyke  be- 
came so  sold  on  her  she  stayed  in  the 
film  as  the  society  girl. 

Soft  clouds  of  dark  hair  frame  her 
olive,  oval-shaped  face.  She's  small,  only 
five  feet  three  inches,  still  sure  of  what 
she  wants,  which  isn't  to  become  a  sing- 
ing star  who  acts,  but  an  actress  who 

She's  an  only  child,  gets  thin  and 
irritable  when  not  working  and  com- 
pletely happy  and  healthy  when  she  is. 
Her  two  Siamese  cats,  Nanki  Poo  and 
Pitti-Sing,  are  her  loves.  Boy  friends 
enter  her  life  only  on  week  ends,  the  rest 
of  the  time  being  given  to  work. 

She  should  succeed;  Hollywood's  fa- 
vorite birthday  sign  of  Leo  is  hers. 

And,  oh  yes,  she's  changing  the  Japa- 
nese names  of  her  cats  to  Bud  and 

TWO  Feet  In  Heaven: 

'  Reverend  Andrews  was  on  the  move 
again,  his  little  flock — consisting  of  wife, 
seven  sons  and  one  daughter — tagging 
along  to  a  new  church  and  a  new  con- 
gregation. At  Uvalde,  Texas,  the  band 
of  pilgrims  paused  long  enough  for  son 

Dana  to  attend  grade  school  and  high 
school  in  near-by  Huntsville.  Dana  even 
managed  a  diploma  from^  Sam  Houston 
College  and  then  decided  he'd  like  to 
be  a  singer. 

If  you  saw  Dana  in  "Swamp  Water" 
and  as  the  gangster  bully  in  "Ball  Of 
Fire"  you  know  he  didn't  end  up  a 
singer.  What  he  eventually  became  was 
an  actor  and  a  mighty  fine  one  but, 
friends  and  Romans,  the  water  that 
passed  under  the  bridge  'ere  that  came 
to  pass! 

After  college  Dana  managed  to  save 
one  thousand  whole  dollars  in  two  years' 
hard  work  at  odd  jobs.  He  decided  to 
take  New  York  by  storm.  The  storm 
turned  out  to  be  a  mere  drizzle,  with 
Dana  spending  his  entire  roll  in  two 
weeks  and  landing  back  in  Texas,  broke. 

Two  years  later,  leaving  behind  him  a 
good  job  as  chief  accountant  for  Tobin's, 
Incorporated,  in  Austin,  Dana  struck  out 
for  Hollywood,  the  foot-and-thumb  way. 
He  was  going  to  be  a  singer.  He  ended 
up  a  gas-station  attendant  in  Van  Nuys, 
a  suburban  town  out  in  the  VaUey. 

And  then  came  Fate.  Mr.  Fate  in  the 
genial  form  of  Rlr.  Stanley  Toomey,  a 
citizen  of  Van  Nuys,  offered  to  aid  Dana 
in  his  singing  aspirations  if  Dana  would 
forget  his  operatic  ambitions  and  get 
down  to  modern  warbling.  Dana  hesi- 
tated and  then  gave  in.  Mr.  Toomey 
staked  Dana  to  fifty  dollars  a  week  and  a 
car — with  free  gas  and  oil — while  Dana 
practiced  his  head  off. 

It  wasn't  good  enough.  An  agent 
promptly  advised  Mr.  Toomey  and  Dana 
that  singing  without  acting  ability  was 
the  bunk.  All  right,  then,  Mr.  Toomey 
said,  Dana  should  act.  So  over  to  the 
Pasadena  Community  Theater  trekked 
our  brown-haired  (wavy),  hazel-eyed, 
six-foot  hero  to  study  dramatics  while 
Mr.  Toomey  paid.  Instead  of  Dana's 
begging  his  benefactor  not  to  grow  im- 
patient, it  was  the  other  way  around. 

"Stick  to  it,"  Mr.  Toomey  urged  for 
three  long  years.  When  small  bits  were 
offered  his  protege  in  movies,  Mr. 
Toomey  was  the  first  to  say  "nay."  "Hold 
out  for  a  good  contract,"  he  advised  and 
finally  it  came — in  double  doses — for  no 
sooner  had  Samuel  Goldwyn  signed  Dana 
than  Twentieth  Century-Fox  bought  half 
his  contract.  The  latter  studio  thrust 
him  into  "Belle  Starr"  as  Ma]or  Craxl, 
then  "The  Cisco  Kid,"  next  made  him 
the  young  land  agent  in  "Tobacco  Road" 
and  currently  is  counting  on  him  to  shine 
in  "Thunder  Birds." 

While  attending  the  Pasadena  Com- 
munity Theater  Dana  met  and  fell  in 
love  with  Mary  Todd  of  Santa  Monica. 
They  were  mai-ried  quietly  among  a  few 
puzzled,  bewildered  friends  who  couldn't 
understand  why  Mary  would  marry  a 
man  with  a  beard.  The  beard  was  an 
order  from  the  studio  for  "Swamp  Water." 

"A  honeymoon  with  a  beard  isn't  so 
hot,"  Dana  says  thoughtfully. 

Of  course,  it  wouldn't  be  Holl>n,vood 
if  they  didn't  order  the  beard  shaved  off 
after  the  honeymoon  was  over  and  even 
before  the  picture  started.  That's  what 
makes  actors  so  fruit-cakey,  if  you  know 
what  we  mean. 

Dana  Andi'ews  is  quiet  and  home- 
loving,  still  living  in  Van  Nuys,  far  from 
Hollywood's  hurly-burly.  He  wants  to 
grow  slowly  on  the  screen.  His  bride 
and  Dana's  seven-year-old  son  by  the 
wife  that  died  several  years  ago  get 
along  beautifully. 

He  can  pay  back  his  benefactor  now 
with  interest  and  we,  the  Dana  Andrews 
fans,  can  pay  him  back  by  shouting  our 
appreciation  for  the  product  of  a  man's 
faith  and  judgment. 

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(Continued  jrom  page  49)  I  knew,  I'd 
won  a  scholarship  or  two.  Gracious!  I 
really  felt  set  apart!  So  what  did  I  do  but 
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didn't  want  to  be  left  out  of  things,  that 
I  wanted  to  be  part  of  the  group.  If  I 
stood  out  from  a  group  I  wanted  it  to  be 
because  I  had  done  something  to  deserve 
it  and  not  because  I'd  got  a  funny  blouse 
or  had  taken  on  a  silly  pose." 

MAUREEN  O'HARA  had  to  cope  with 
a  false  prominence  and  popularity 
which  were  not  of  her  own  making. 
Maureen  steps  very  carefully,  even  now, 
after  she  has  come  into  Hollywood's 
front  ranks  by  her  work  in  "How  Green 
Was  My  Valley"  and  "To  The  Shores  Of 
Tripoli."  But  Maureen  learned  some- 
thing when  she  first  arrived  in  America. 
She  had  distinguished  herself  in  British 
pictures  and  she  came  to  Hollywood  as 
the  protegee  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles 
Laughton  .  .  .  whose  opinions  are  im- 
portant. This  is  what  she  says  about  it: 
"I  was  bewildered  and  excited  to  be 
invited  to  so  many  parties!  People  I 
hadn't  met  sent  me  flowers  and  invited 
me  to  dinner.  I  didn't  understand  all  this, 
but  I  was  terribly  excited  by  it.  I  began 
to  think  I  was  a  real  celebrity  and  I 
began  to  act  like  one! 

"Then  one  day  a  very  tiny  thing  hap- 
pened. So  tiny  that  I  shan't  even  bother 
to  tell  all  about  it.  But  it  made  me 
think  and  it  made  me  see  something. 

"I  realized  suddenly  that  I  was  having 
all  this  attention  really  because  I  was  a 
novelty.  People  were  making  a  fuss  over 
me  because  of  something  7  hadn't  yet 
done,  something  they  just  thought  I  might 
do.  How  awful,  I  thought,  if  my  first  pic- 
ture here — or  my  second  or  my  third  or 
my  fourth — should  disappoint  them!  I'd 
be  dropped.  They'd  stop  noticing  me. 
My  vanity  would  suffer.  My  feelings 
would  be  hurt. 

"I  decided  that  I'd  better  discipline  my 
own  vanity  before  other  people  started 
doing  it  for  me.  I'd  better  earn  all  this 
attention  before  I  started  to  depend  on 
it.    You  see,  I  wanted  it  all  to  be  real." 

Well,  Maureen  is  as  determined  as  she 
is  clearheaded.  What  she  did  about  all 
this  is  still  a  phenomenon  which  surprises 
Hollywood.  She  stopped  accepting  whole- 
sale invitations.    She  even  stopf>ed  go- 

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ing  (except  at  rare  intervals)  to  the 
gay,  gay  night  clubs.  "People  wondered 
for  a  little  time,"  she  says.  "But  they 
forgot  very  soon.  I  was  determined  that 
the  next  time  I  was  noticed,  I  should  stay 

Not  that  she  became  a  recluse.  She 
clung  eagerly  to  the  few  people  whom 
she  could  call  friends,  people  to  whom 
she  thought  it  might  not  matter  very 
much  whether  her  pictures  flopped  or 

"I  may  be  disappointed  in  myself  if  I 
turn  in  a  bad  performance,"  she  says. 
"But  I  shan't  be  hurt  and  puzzled  at  the 
reaction  of  a  lot  of  strangers  whose  in- 
terest in  me  was  mostly  curiosity  and 
very  halfhearted  curiosity,  at  that! 

"False  fame — false  popularity — those 
things  are  dangerous  and  can  hurt  you 
so  deeply!" 

BUT  Ruth  Hussey — she  who's  making 
fast  film  time  in  M-G-M's  "Pierre  Of 
The  Plains" — had  a  word  to  put  in  just 
here.  "It  depends  on  what  kind  of  popu- 
larity it  is!"  she  insisted.  "And  you've 
got  to  distinguish  between  popularity — 
which  just  means  that  people  like  you— 
and  prominence,  which  probably  means 
that  you  do  something  better  than  the 
other  ones  do.  Or  maybe  you  only  seem 
to.  Take  the  'teacher's  pet'  type.  You 
get  'em  in  offices  and  in  school  and  on 
the  set  at  the  studio.  You  get  'em  among 
the  car  hops  at  the  drive-ins  and  on  the 
junior  committees  in  women's  clubs.  The 
girl  who  does  her  job  better  than  the  rest 
of  us  .  .  .  the  one  who  gets  the  praise 
from  the  teacher  or  the  boss  or  the  direc- 
tor or  the  chairman. 

"The  others  aren't  going  to  like  her 
much.  If  she's  in  competition  with  men, 
they'll  hate  her.  Well,  if  she  has  a  grain 
of  sense  she'll  make  a  tremendous  effort 
to  make  the  others  like  her — if  only  for 
purposes  of  self-preservation!  Help  the 
dumb  ones  with  their  lessons  or  their 
tasks.  Confide  in  the  shy  ones.  Make 
friends  with  the  cocky  ones. 

If  her  own  innate  generosity  isn't  suffi- 
cient to  make  her  do  these  things,  then 
her  plain  common  sense  should  make 

(Continued  from  page  44)  the  ground 
thaws,  I'm  going  to  start  building  me  a 
house.  And  I  want  one  like  they  have 
in  Hollywood.  I  want  to  know  if  you'll 
send  me  some  Hollywood  ideas  for  it." 

Julia  didn't  know  whether  she  was 
more  surprised  by  the  fact  that  he  hadn't 
said  what  she  expected,  or  by  the  thing 
he  said. 

"I  bought  a  lot  last  week,"  he  went  on. 
"Bronson's  Corner.  Paid  for  in  cash. 
Deed's  in  the  bank." 

"You  don't  mean  that  you  bought  the 
corner  with  the  big  elm  tree  on  it,"  Julia 
exclaimed.  "Not  the  tree  Johnny  and  I 
call  our  tree?" 

"That's  it,"  Tod  answered. 

Julia  made  no  further  comment  for 
some  minutes,  then  she  said:  "Johnny 
and  I  have  thought  of  that  tree  as  ours 
ever  since  we've  been  kids.  We  still  go 
back  there  when  we  have  personal  things 
to  talk  about.  We've  always  said  we  would 
buy  it  someday.  Now  that  I'll  be  making 
money  by  the  bucketful,  will  you  forget 
about  building  a  house  and  sell  the  place 
back  to  me?" 

Tod's  eyes  held  hers  for  a  very  long 
moment.  "I'll  think  it  over,  Beautiful," 
was  all  he  said.  "Suppose  I  give  you  an 
answer  at  the  party  tonight?" 

But  as  things  turned  out,  Julia  wasn't 
given  her  answer  at  the  Vagabond  party, 
For  at  home  was  a  wire  from  the  studio 

her  see  that  it's  good  business,  anyhow." 

Ruth  paused  and  then  went  on,  "You 
know  the  old  saying — everybody  who's 
ever  been  to  school  knows  it,  I  guess- 
that  it's  awfully  bad  luck  to  be  president 
of  your  freshman  class!  Well,  it  isn't 
true.  It  hasn't  anything  to  do  with  luck 
but  it  has  a  lot  to  do  with  exactly  what 
we're  talking  about.  It's  the  kind  of 
popularity  that  counts. 

"The  president  of  the  freshman  class 
is  nearly  always  good-looking.  He  has  a 
nice,  easy  way  of  making  friends  quick- 
ly. He  likes  everybody.  He  smiles  and 
smiles  until  you'd  think  his  face  would 
crack.  He  remembers  everybody's  name. 
And  you'll  discover  that  that's  about  all 
there  is  to  it.  He's  not  very  good  in  class 
or  in  athletics.  After  he  learns  your 
name,  he  never  learns  anything  else 
about  you.  It  was  easy,  shallow  popu- 
larity and  he  hasn't  anything  to  follow 
through.  He  usually  drops  out  of  school 
completely  or  just  drops  back  to  the  rear 
ranks  before  your  senior  year. 

"And  that  drab  little  chap,  the  shy  one 
whom  you  scarcely  noticed  your  first 
week  at  school — well,  he's  tops  when  you 
come  to  graduate.  Probably  the  head  of 
everything.  You're  proud  of  him  and  you 
don't  begrudge  him  one  inch  of  it. 

"You  see,  popularity  is  something  you 
earn.  You  don't  just  inherit  it  like  a  nice 
complexion  or  red  hair  or  something. 
Maybe  it  comes  easily  to  you  at  first — 
as  singing  or  cooking  comes  to  someone 
else.  But  you've  got  to  work  at  it  to  keep 
it.    You've  got  to  deserve  it!" 

ROSEMARY  LANE  says  she  started 
learning  some  pointers  on  popularity 
when  she  was  a  sophomore  in  high  school, 
way  back  in  Iowa.  A  new  girl  moved  to 
town  that  year  and  entered  high  school. 
She  was  pretty  and  she  had  lots  of  smart 
clothes  and  a  devastating  Southern  ac- 
cent. First  thing  anyone  knew,  she  had 
the  whole  school  by  the  ears,  boys  and 
girls  alike.  She  was  terrific. 

"The  funny  thing  was,"  Rosemary  re- 
calls, "I  think  she  was  just  as  surprised 
as  anyone  else  at  first.  She  probably 
hadn't  been  such  great  shakes  in  the  town 

Highroad  to  Hollywood 

requesting  Bettina  and  Julia  to  leave  for 
Hollywood  on  the  five  o'clock  train! 

Suddenly  the  world  was  in  a  tailspin! 
At  five  o'clock.  Miss  America  stood  upon 
the  train  platform  waving  good-by  to  the 
accompaniment  of  the  town  band. 

Tod  relinquished  her  bags  only  at  the 
very  last  moment.  "So  long.  Beautiful," 
he  said.  "It's  going  to  be  mighty  lone- 
some   until    you    get  back." 

"I'll  miss  you,  too,"  she  told  him.  And 
she  knew  she  meant  it  as,  with  the  train 
beginning  to  move,  people  blurring  to- 
gether. Dad,  Mother,  Johnny,  it  was  Tod 
whom  she  saw  last  of  all;  that  little  salute 
above  his  half-serious  smile  .  .  .  the  wind 
ruffling  his  sandy  hair. 

FROM   a   seat    in   the    Pullman,  Miss 
Scott  Hendricks,  of  Troy  watched  the 
excitement  in  the  Gladstone  station. 

Of  course,  she  had  seen  Miss  Amer- 
ica's picture  in  yesterday's  papers;  a 
brunette,  the  story  had  said,  five  feet  and 
five  inches  tall  and  twenty-one  years  old. 
Oddly  enough  Scott  was  also  five  feet, 
five,  twenty-one  years  old,  and  also  going 
to  Hollywood,  one  hundred  dollars  folded 
away  in  her  diary,  representing  the 
chance  she  would  have  to  break  into  pic- 

Her  father  a  young  and  struggling 
artist  in  Paris  and  her  mother  having 
died  when  Scott  was  but  five,  the  little 

where  she  had  lived  before — people  had 
been  used  to  her.  But  she  was  a  novelty 
in  our  town.  It  wasn't  very  astonishing, 
then,  that  she  began  to  take  herself 
pretty  big. 

"The  next  thing  we  knew  she  was  sort- 
ing us  out  into  layers  of  people  she 
wanted  to  know  and  those  she  didn't,  ac- 
cording to  some  funny  little  rules  she 
made  up  out  of  her  own  head.  Right 
after  that,  of  course,  some  people  began 
to  resent  her  and  others  began  to  think 
she  was  odd. 

"She  began  to  be  left  out  of  things.  I'm 
sure  she  knew  people  were  laughing  at 
her  and  I'm  sure  she  was  awfully 
puzzled.  I  can  be  sorry  for  her  now,  but 
I'm  afraid  I  wasn't  then.  Nobody  is  any 
crueler  than  a  bunch  of  high-school 
p>eople  when  they  start  disciplining  some- 
one their  own  age.  You  see,  that  girl 
hadn't  figured  out  what  was  happening. 
She'd  taken  it  all  seriously  and  that 
simply  won't  do. 

"It's  exactly  like  that  in  pictures — only 
it's  the  public,  instead  of  your  classmates, 
who  builds  you  up  and  tears  you  down. 

"Then  there  was  another  girl  who 
always  got  the  highest  marks  in  the  class 
— but  she  was  nice  to  everybody.  I  could 
sing  so  I  used  to  get  the  lead  parts  in 
school  plays  and,  besides,  my  sister  Lola 
was  already  a  Hollywood  star.  I  finally 
said  to  myself,  "Look  here,  R.  Mullican! 
If  a  girl  can  sing  better  than  someone  else 
or  attract  more  boys  or  get  a  better  mark 
in  algebra  or  even  just  have  a  famous 
sister,  she'd  better  make  a  point  of  being 
nice  to  everybody!  She  can't  afEord  not 

These  girls  who  know,  who  have 
learned  it  the  hard  way,  who  have  been 
bruised  and  pushed  aroimd  and  have 
seen  other  girls  gasping  under  unex- 
pected blows  from  unexpected  quarters, 
agree  that  there  is  sense  in  the  slogan: 
Danger!  Popularity  Ahead! 

Walk  slowly.  Walk  softly.  Walk  care- 
fully. If  you  use  your  head  you  can  make 
capital  of  all  this.  If  you're  silly,  you  may 
be  woefully  hurt. 

Danger  .... 

The  End 

girl  had  been  sent  to  school  in  Switzer- 
land, where  she  had  learned  to  handle 
toboggans  and  skis  like  a  veteran.  Re- 
turning to  America  in  her  twelfth  year, 
she  had  begun  dreaming  of  Hollywood. 
Now  she  had  brought  along  a  trunk  con- 
taining everything  she  possessed,  her  skis 
strapped  alongside. 

She  looked  up  and  smiled  as -Bettina 
and  Julia  took  the  Pullman  space  across 
the  aisle,  and  before  long  the  three  were 
chatting  like  old  friends.  Soon  Scott 
was  begging  Bettina  to  tell  her  what 
Hollywood  was  like.  Were  studios  and 
stars  all  up  and  down  Main  Street?  Did 
you  see  pictures  being  made  whereve: 
you  went? 

"Making  pictures,"  she  smiled,  "is  > 
little  a  part  of  Hollywood  that  you  almo> 
never  see  a  picture  star  or  a  scene  beir.- 
taken.   As  for  the  studios,  have  you  any 
idea  what  one  looks  like?" 

"I've  always  imagined  sound  stages 
like  enormous  barns,"'  ventured  Julia. 

"Which  is  a  very  fair  description," 
agreed  Bettina.  "A  studio's  front  entrance 
is  usually  its  main  office  building.  Going 
through  into  the  lot,  you  find  a  pattern 
of  streets,  sidewalks  and  buildings  quite 
like  a  little  town. 

"Columbia  is  only  two  blocks  from 
Hollywood  Boulevard.  Three  blocks 
farther  south,  you'll  find  Paramount  and 
RKO.    But   Twentieth   Century-Fox  is 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

ton  miles  away  in  Beverly  Hills,  M-G-M 
is  in  Culver  City,  six  miles  southwest. 
Ami  in  exactly  the  opposite  direction, 
Icur  miles  takes  you  to  Warners,  six  to 
Universal,  and  eight  to  Republic." 

"Do  you  know  where,  in  Hollywood, 
I'm  to  live?"  asked  Julia. 

"While  you're  playing  Miss  America," 
Bettina  told  her,  "you'll  have  an  apart- 
ment as  the  studio's  guest.  A  car  will 
call  for  you  every  morning  and  take  you 
home  at  night." 

"Of  course,  it  sounds  like  nothing  but 
a  fantastic  dream,"  declared  Julia.  "I'm 
perfectly  sure  I'll  wake  up  any  minute! 
But  what  I  am  wondering  is  this:  May 
I  ask  Scott  to  share  my  address  until  she 
finds  one  of  her  own?" 

"You  certainly  may,"  Bettina  assured 

"Would  you  like  it,  Scott?"  Julia  asked 

Scott's  eyes  running  over  with  thrilled 
surprise  were  answer  enough,  and  thus 
the  plan  remained,  when,  at  midnight, 
these  two,  fated  to  unravel  the  mysteries 
of  Hollywood  together,  bade  each  other 
good-by  in  Chicago's  Union  Station. 

MISS  JULIA  BURNS  of  Gladstone, 
Ohio,  thought  herself  more  than  ever 
in  a  dream  on  the  following  Tuesday 
morning  when  a  studio  limousine  con- 
veyed her  luxuriously  along  Hollywood's 
Cahuenga  Pass  to  the  Warner  Brothers 
lot  where  she  was  to  report,  officially, 
as  their  Miss  America. 

The  sky  was  California's  bluest  blue. 
Flowers  were  everywhere,  white  boule- 
vards winding  into  the  hills,  leading  to 
houses  whose  roofs  of  turquoise,  Chinese 
red,  and  jade  were  like  bright  bowknots 
against  the  dark  canyons. 

Miss  America's  first  sight  of  the  studio 
in  its  setting  of  green  valley,  was  a  far 

more  impressive  one  than  she  had 
imagined;  gray  domes  of  sound  stages 
against  the  distant  lavender  peaks  of 
the  Sierra  Madres,  above  stucco  walls, 
white  pennants  bearing  the  bright  blue 
letters  "W.  B."  rippling  in  the  breeze. 

The  car  traveled  past  the  rear  gate, 
on  past  a  flower-lined  crescent  drive,  and 
past  a  block-long  office  building  in 
Spanish  design  (which  the  driver  pointed 
out  as  the  studio's  main  entrance).  Half 
a  block  beyond,  they  stopped  at  a  much 
less  imposing  doorway  labeled  Press  De- 
partment. Julia  had  been  told  to  report 
here  to  Director  of  Publicity  Alex 
Holland,  the  genial  young  man  who  had 
met  her  at  the  train  with  reporters  and 

She  found  him  in  an  office  with 
knotty-pine  walls,  sage  green  carpet,  and 
rattan  chairs  upholstered  in  white.  And 
here  she  heard  the  day's  first  piece  of 
news.  Her  name  was  to  be  changed  from 
Julia  Burns  to  Julie  Burnette. 

"There  are  already  a  couple  of  good 
actors  named  Burns,"  Mr.  Holland  ex- 
plained, "and  we've  shortened  the  name 
of  Julia  by  one  syllable  ...  I  hope  you 
like  the  new  one." 

"I  do,"  she  agreed  instantly.  "I  like  it 
very  much." 

A  moment  later  Mr.  Holland  looked  up 
to  greet  good-looking  Jay  Chapman  who 
would  introduced  Julie  to  Casting  Di- 
rector Steve  Trilling,  to  Dramatic  Coach 
Sophie  Rosenstein,  Orry-Kelly  and  Perc 
Westmore  in  Make-Up. 

But  their  first  call  was  at  the  office  of 
Fashion  Editor  Bettina.  They  found  that 
young  lady  too  busy  for  more  than  a 
brief  "Good  morning."  She  did,  how- 
ever, take  time  to  impart  the  news  that, 
at  the  request  of  the  front  office,  Julie 
was  to  attend  a  premiere  at  the  Chinese 
Theater  tonight. 

"I've  telephoned  the  maid  at  Castle 
Argyle  to  have  your  evening  gown 
pressed,"  Bettina  added,  "and  we've  sent 
a  white  fox  cape  from  Wardrobe.  I 
might  also  remark,"  she  smiled,  "that 
any  girl  on  the  lot  would  give  a  month's 
salary  to  be  out  with  the  gentleman  who's 
taking  you.  He's  calling  for  you  in  time 
to  have  dinner  at  Giro's.  I'll  expect  to 
hear  all  about  it  tomorrow." 

The  white  evening  gown!  White  fox 
fur!  A  premiere!  Dinner  at  Giro's!  .  .  . 
And  with  whom,  Julie  wondered,  as  she 
accompanied  Jay  Chapman  along  what 
seemed  at  least  a  mile  of  hallways.  But 
with  his  announcement  that  they  were 
about  to  meet  Casting  Director  Steve 
Trilling,  Julie's  thrilled  contemplation  of 
the  evening  turned  to  fright!  Much  to  her 
surprise,  however,  the  dreaded  gentle- 
man proved  to  be  not  only  wholly  un- 
ostentatious, but  decidedly  pleasant,  as 
he  informed  her  that  the  first  step  for 
every  girl  on  the  lot  was  an  interview 
test  and  that  for  her  this  would  take 
place  tomorrow  morning  on  Stage  19. 

"Nothing  alarming,"  he  hastened  to 
assure  her.  "You  will  only  be  asked  half 
a  dozen  simple  questions;  such  as  how 
tall  you  are  and  how  much  you  weigh." 

He  made  it  sound  very  simple,  Julie 
quite  overlooking  the  fact  that  this 
camera  record,  however  brief,  would 
serve  as  the  studio's  first  sample  of  her 
voice,  poise,  and  photogenic  possibilties. 

"Mr.  Trilling,"  Julie  said  impulsively, 
"after  the  Miss  America  role  I  want  very 
much  to  go  on  with  pictures.  Do  you 
think  I  can?" 

"I'll  be  able  to  discuss  that  more  in- 
telligently in  a  week  or  two,"  he  an- 
swered with  a  friendly  smile.  "Our  doors 
are  wide  open  at  all  times  to  anyone  who 
really  has  something  to  offer,  for  pictures 
cannot  exist  without  new  screen  p>er- 



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sonalities.  But  don't  build  hope  upon  the 
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"that  while  talent  without  beauty  can 
go  all  the  way,  beauty  without  talent 
hasn't  a  chance." 

But  all  in  all,  meeting  a  casting  director 
hadn't  been  half  as  bad  as  she  had 
expected,  said  Julie  to  herself,  as  Jay 
Chapman  led  the  way  out  of  the  main 
building  and  into  the  lot  proper.  And  so 
she  made  up  her  mind  to  forget  all  about 
tomorrow  and  let  the  rest  of  this  day  be 
completely  thrilUng. 

GOING  through  the  turnstile  entrance 
to  the  thirty-eight  miles  of  paved 
streets,  walks,  gardens,  and  stucco 
buildings  which  comprised  the  lot,  Julie 
could  not  even  begin  to  imagine  what 
she  was  to  see!  She  and  Jay  Chapman 
wandered  about  looking  in  at  every  de- 
partment they  passed;  the  busy  Crafts 
Shop,  the  'Transportation  Department 
with  its  eighty-five  sedans  for  studio  use, 
passenger  busses  for  carrying  extras  to 
and  from  location,  special  cars  such  as  a 
stock  from  Paris  and  London  as  well  as 
cars  of  twenty  and  thirty  years  ago  and 
cheap  buys  to  use  for  smash-ups.  They 
stopped  in  at  the  amazing  building  which 
houses  twenty-one  thousand  props; 
everything  from  a  prehistoric  cooking 
pot  to  yesterday's  circus  bill  .  .  .  then 
noon  found  them  in  the  studio  restaurant 
called  The  Green  Room. 

But  here  Julie  left  even  eggs  Bene- 
dictine, and  Nesselrode  pudding  un- 
touched, what  with  Bette  Davis,  James 
Cagney,  Errol  Flynn,  Barbara  Stanwyck 
and  Charles  Boyer  all  within  range  of 
one  upward  glance!  Her  mind  was  not 
sidetracked,  however,  from  a  growing 
curiosity  about  the  gentleman  with  whom 
she  was  to  spend  this  evening.  She  had 
anticipated  that  an  introduction  to  him 
would  come  along  with  luncheon  .  .  .  but 
it  didn't,  and  at  two  o'clock  she  and  the 
amiable  Mr.  Chapman  resumed  their  tour 
of  the  lot. 

"I  won't  take  you  around  to  the  pro- 
jection rooms,"  he  decided,  "for  you'll 
visit  one  of  those,  when  you  see  your 
test.  I'm  sure  the  Experimental  Science 
and  Sound  Recording  Labs,  and  the 
draftsmen  making  blueprints  of  sets 
would  bore  you,  and  we'll  skip  the 
writers'  and  readers'  building  where 
you'd  only  see  a  lot  of  people  sitting  in 
big  chairs  in  little  offices.  We'll  skip  the 
wardrobe  and  make-up  departments,  for 
you'll  see  both  of  those  tomorrow.  We'll 
skip  the  Studio  Theater  and  the  dramatic 
coach,  because  from  tomorrow  on  that's 
where  you'll  spend  practically  all  your 
time.  .  .  . 

"But  it  just  occurs  to  me  that  we'd 
better  be  making  tracks  toward  the 
portrait  gallery.  In  fact  I  promised  the 
top  still  man  he  could  have  a  look  at 
you  early  this  morning.  From  what  I  can 
gather  you're  his  idea  of  a  dream 

Julie's  impression,  as  they  entered  the 
portrait  gallery,  was  of  stepping  upon 
a  theater  stage.  Baby  spotlights  bordered 
the  ceiling.  One  side  of  the  room  was  a 
painted  vista  of  summer  clouds  and  a 
spray  of  synthetic  apple  blossoms,  a 
second  wall  was  padded  in  chartreuse 
satin,  a  third  represented  a  stately  old 
parlor  with  a  spinet  and  crystal  candle- 
sticks. But  bringing  it  all  down  to  earth, 
a  photographer's  camera  and  tripod  oc- 
cupied center  front,  and  at  a  business- 
like desk,  sat  a  young  man  whom  Julie 
summed  up  as  possessing  that  Varsity 
something  or  other,  which  you  expect  of 

all  young  men  in  stories,  but  seldom  find 
in  those  you  meet. 

Looking  up  to  see  who  had  opened  his 
door,  he  scraped  his  chair  away  from  the 
desk  and  came  forward,  saying  to  Julie, 
without  waiting  for  introductions,  "Hi, 
Miss  America.  I'm  Curt  Melbourne.  Just 
call  me  Curt.  It  has  certainly  taken  long 
enough  for  this  guy  Chapman  to  bring 
you  around  here.  To  be  perfectly  frank, 
I'm  pretty  much  inclined  to  take  him 
apart  and  hang  his  skin  over  the  back 
fence  ...  I  want  to  know  when  you'll 
pose  for  some  stills  for  me.  Missy? 
You've  certainly  got  what  it  takes.  I 
mean  you're  here  to  stay!  One  of  these 
days  they're  going  to  be  writing  your 
name  on  the  marquees." 

Julie  scarcely  knew  how  to  respond, 
but  this  spontaneous  young  man  didn't 
give  her  time  to  be  embarrassed.  Launch- 
ing into  genuinely  interested  questions 
about  her  home  town  and  the  fun  it  must 
have  been  to  ■win  the  "Top  Topics"  con- 
test, he  made  an  hour  and  a  half  go  be- 
fore she  knew  it,  and  Jay  Chapman  was 
telephoning  Transportation  for  a  car  to 
take  her  home. 

TRAVELING  back  along  the  Pass,  re- 
'  turning  to  Castle  Argyle,  Julie  prob- 
ably had  more  to  think  about  than  ever 
in  her  life  before. 

She  not  only  had  the  studio  and  all 
its  glamorous  details  to  picture  in 
her  mind,  but  Scott.  Scott,  somewhere 
on  the  highroad  in  a  bus.  And  there 
were  Mother  and  Dad  and  Johnny 
to  wonder  about  .  .  .  and  Tod.  In 
Gladstone  it  was  already  evening.  Tod 
probably  working  late  as  usual,  weigh- 
ing out  nails  or  figuring  the  footage 
of  two-by-fours  .  .  .  She  thought  of  how 
he  had  said  good-by:  "So  long.  Beau- 
tiful. It's  going  to  be  mighty  lonesome 
until  you  get  back,"  these  words  of  Tod 
drifting  into  what  Curt  Melbourne  had 
said  this  afternoon:  "You've  got  what  it 
takes.   I  mean  you're  here  to  stay!" 

Could  all  this  be  real  for  Julie  Bur- 
nette!  Tomorrow  she  would  face  the 
cameras  on  a  Hollywood  sound  stage, 
realizing  a  hope  which  had  also  been  the 
hope  of  eighty  thousand  other  girls,  and 
only  for  her  had  come  true  .  .  .  Julie 
Burnette  rolling  home  in  California's 
eternal  summertime  to  Castle  Argyle  and 
an  apartment  of  six  luxurious  rooms! 
Julie  Burnette  about  to  don  an  evening 
dress  and  white  fox  fur,  for  dinner  and 
a  premiere.  But  with  whom?  What 
gentleman  was  to  materialize  as  the  per- 
sonality of  Bettina's  intriguing  descrip- 

In  her  apartment  she  found  a  late 
afternoon  breeze  stirring  the  curtains  at 
the  French  windows,  filling  her  room 
with  a  faint  fragrance  of  orange  blossoms. 
On  her  bed  was  the  white  fox  cape! 

Eager  to  experience  the  feeling  of  slid-l 
ing  into  it,  she  had  just  gathered  it  upj 
in  her  arms  when  the  doorbell  rang;! 
Chi-is,  the  elevator  boy,  with  a  transparent  | 
box  containing  a  corsage  of  pink  ca-i 
mellias;  the  loveliest  flowers  Julie  had] 
ever  seen!  Surely  there  would  be  a  note! 
.  .  .  yes,  there  was!  Hastily  she  tore  it 

"Half-past  six  o'clock,"  she  read,  in  a 
gentleman's  scrawl.  Just  "Half-past  six 
o'clock"  .  .  .  nothing  more. 

Who  will  Julie's  escort  be — this  man. 
icith  whom  any  girl  on  the  lot,  big  stai 
or  bit  player,  would  give  a  month's  salary 
to  be  out  icith?  Close  your  eyes,  pur 
yourself  in  Julie's  place — and  find  your- 
self, in  the  August  issue  o/  Photoplay- 
Movie  Mirror,  starting  out  on  your  first 
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Here  he  is  in  person.  Dr.  Bob 
Graham,  the  beloved  character  of 
"Bachelor's  Children"!  In  "Living 
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you  will  thrill  to  the  grand  collection 
of  gorgeous  pictures  of  the  people 
who  have  made  "Bachelor's  Chil- 
dren" one  of  the  best  loved  dramas  on 
the  air.  You'll  find  them  all  pictured 
—Ruth  and  Janet,  Michael  Kent, 
Ellen  Collins  and  Dr.  Bob. 



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heroine  and  other  pictures  of  Michael 
West  and  little  Bobby.  "Amanda  of 
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The  July  Radio  Mirror  is  bursting 
with  thrilling  fiction  versions  of  great 
radio  dramas.  "Come  Away,  My  Love", 
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The  Penny  Singleton  cover  of  July 
Radio  Mirror  is  the  brightest  one 
we've  had  the  pleasure  of  preparing 
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we  lack  the  space  to  enumerate  .  .  . 
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loLY,  1942 

Mrs.  Miniver 

{Continued  from  page  55)  seemed  odd 
that  they  were  her  children.  But  she 
couldn't  get  used  to  the  idea  that  this 
tall,  dark-haired  young  man  was  her  son. 
She  wondered,  idly,  how  Vin  would  look, 
whether  he  had  changed  at  all. 

And  then,  Vin  was  there,  having  tea 
on  the  terrace,  his  handsome  face  warmed 
by  the  glow  of  the  late  afternoon  sun.  In 
the  background,  the  children  could  be 
heard  chattering  in  the  nursery.  Sud- 
denly, she  heard  what  Vin  was  saying. 

" — and  I  think  I've  developed  a  social 

"What's  that?"  Clem  asked,  smiling. 

"The  recognition  of  my  fellow  man," 
Vin  said.  He  went  on  earnestly  and  Mrs. 
Miniver  realized  that  he  was  feeling  this 
very  deeply.  Out  of  the  corner  of  her 
eye,  she  saw  Gladys,  the  housemaid, 
coming  toward  them. 

"I  tell  you.  Father,  when  I  think  of  the 
class  system  that  exists  in  this  country, 
I — "  Vin  broke  off  impatiently.  "What 
is  it,  Gladys'.'" 

Gladys  announced  that  Miss  Beldon 
was  calling. 

"Show  her  out  here,  please,"  Mrs.  Mini- 
ver said. 

She  was  surprised.  She  knew  Carol 
Beldon  only  by  sight.  She  had  watched 
her  grow  up,  turn  into  the  traditional 
Beldon  woman  with  her  soft  brown 
hair  and  pointed  chin  and  proud  carriage. 

"Don't  look  so  puzzled.  Mother,"  Vin 
said.  "She's  probably  bringing  her 
illustrious  grandmother's  latest  ultima- 

Carol  Beldon  was  standing  in  the  door, 
smiling  hesitantly. 

"Grandmother  doesn't  know  I've  come," 
she  said  biting  her  lip.  "I'm  afraid  I'm 
not  very  good  at  breaking  things  gently, 
so  I'll  get  right  to  the  point.  It's  about 
Mr.  Ballard's  rose — the  'Mrs.  Miniver.' 
I've  just  heard  he's  going  to  enter  it  in 
the  Flower  Show."  She  looked  embar- 
rassed. "I  know  it's  an  awful  thing  to 
ask,  but  I  thought  you  might — as  a 
favor — Mrs.  Miniver,  persuade  Mr.  Bal- 
lard to  withdraw  it  from  the  competition. 
It's  such  a  beautiful  rose — it  might  easily 
win  —  and  —  well  —  Grandmother's  roses 
mean  so  much  to  her — •" 

Mrs.  Miniver  was  about  to  speak,  when 
Vin  broke  in.  He  was  furious.  Shocked 
by  his  behavior,  Mrs.  Miniver  tried  to 
get  the  situation  under  control.  But  Carol 
Beldon  needed  no  help.  She  merely 
waited  until  Vin's  breath  had  run  out 
and  then  asked  him,  calmly,  what  he  was 
doing  about  injustice  and  equality,  be- 
sides talking  about  it. 

Clem  chuckled.  From  that  point,  things 
went  Carol's  way,  until  Vin  was  forced 
to  escape,  trailing  what  dignity  he  had 

"I'm  sorry.  Miss  Beldon,"  Mrs.  Miniver 

"Oh,  no,  please,"  Carol  smiled.  "Really, 
you  know,  he's  quite  right.  Besides,"  her 
smile  widened,  "he's  rather  nice,  isn't 

MRS.  MINIVER  was  deeply  disturbed. 
No  doubt,  Vin  thought  himself  very 
noble  for  championing  Ballard's  cause, 
but  he  had  been  so  rude.  As  it  hap- 
pened, she  need  not  have  worried  at  all. 
That  evening,  Vin  and  Carol  met  again 
at  the  Sailing  Club  Dance  and  danced  to- 
gether almost  all  evening. 

The  next  day,  the  Beldons  went  to 
Scotland.  It  was  a  little  amusing  and 
yet  a  little  painful,  too,  to  see  how  lost 
Vin  was  then. 

It  wasn't  so  happy  a  summer  as  Mrs. 
Miniver  had  hoped  it  would  be.  The 
threat  of  war  hung  like  a  cloud  over  the 


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brightest  days.  Yet  Belham  was  so  ordi- 
nary, so  as  it  had  been  for  centuries,  it 
was  impossible  to  conceive  of  anything's 
changing  it. 

They  were  in  church  when  the  news 
came.  Vin  had  just  whispered  dehght- 
edly,  "She's  back!"  and  nodded  to  Carol, 
helping  her  grandmother  into  their  p)ew, 
when  the  verger  hurried  out  of  the  chan- 
cel and  whispered  to  the  Vicar. 

The  Vicar  climbed  into  the  pulpit  and 
looked  down  into  their  faces.  "It  has 
just  been  announced  over  the  air  by  the 
Prime  Minister,"  he  said  seriously,  "that 
our  country  is  at  war." 

Mrs.  Miniver  felt  Clem's  hand  on  hers 
and  looked  up  into  his  troubled  face. 
There  was  no  service  that  Sunday.  The 
people  crowded  out  of  the  church,  buz- 
zing with  the  news. 

\A/HEN  the  Minivers  reached  home, 
'  '  Starlings  was  in  a  turmoil,  Gladys 
was  hysterical,  because  her  young  man 
was  leaving  for  his  regiment  at  once. 
Somehow,  they  managed  to  calm  her.  By 
the  time  her  Horace  came  to  say  good- 
by,  she  was  smiling  and  they  all  drank 
a  farewell  sherry  together, 

Horace  offered  a  toast.  "May  we  all 
meet  in  the  front  lines!"  he  said, 

"Not  me,  Horace,"  Vin  laughed.  "The 
R.A.F,  for  me." 

Mrs.  Miniver  went  cold  inside.  She 
was  hardly  aware  of  shaking  hands  with 
Horace,  when  he  and  Gladys  left. 

"Mother— Dad— "  Vin  said  then,  "I'd 
like  to  run  up  and  see  Carol." 

"Of  course,  dear,"  Mrs.  Miniver  said. 
Vin  kissed  her  quickly  and  ran  out.  "Isn't 
he  very  young — "  she  murmured,  "even 
for  the  Air  Force?" 

"Yes,"  Clem  said  gently,  "he's  young — " 
He  put  his  arm  about  her.  "Kay,  dar- 
ling," he  said  tenderly,  "I  know  it's  tough 
— having  to  go  through  all  this  again." 

Tears  welled  in  her  eyes  and  she 
turned  on  him  angrily,  "Oh,  you  men! 
What  a  mess  you've  made  of  the  world! 
Meddling  and  muddling.  Why  can't  we 
leave  other  people  alone?" 

"Lie  down  and  let  them  walk  over  us?" 
Clem  asked, 

"No,"  Mrs.  Miniver  said  helplessly.  "I 
didn't  mean  that.  I — I'm  all  mixed  up, 
thinking  of  Vin." 

"Darling,"  Clem  said,  "there's  only  one 
thing  we  can  do — not  just  you  and  I,  but 
all  the  decent  men  and  women  in  the 
world.  We  can  make  sure  this  thing 
doesn't  come  twice  in  one  generation  to 
our  childi'en,  as  it  has  come  to  us." 

Suddenly,  a  shrill,  high,  penetratinsi 
siren  shrieked  in  the  air.  For  a  moment, 
they  stood  still,  not  understanding,  not 

"Already!"  Clem  said.  "Get  the  children 
into  the  cellar,  Kay.  Hurry!" 

In  a  short  while,  they  were  all  quietly, 
apprehensively,  settled.  It  wasn't  long 
before  the  "all  clear"  sounded.  Toby 
looked  disappointed. 

"Is  the  war  over,  Mummie?"  he  asked 
with  a  frown. 

"No,  darling,"  Mrs.  Miniver  said.  "This 
is  only  the  first  day." 

I  N  THE  next  months,  they  were  to  grow 
'  accustomed  to  this.  Only  later,  there 
were  bombs  and  the  maddening  scream 
of  the  dive  bombers.  Mrs.  Miniver  was 
to  grow  accustomed  to  many  things,  to 
Vin's  being  in  the  Air  Force,  to  Clem's 
being  in  the  River  Patrol,  to  the  terror 
that  fell  all  about,  when  the  German 
planes  tried  to  hit  the  airfield  nearby. 

All  one  day,  Clem  and  others  were  out 
looking  for  a  Nazi  flyer  who  had  been 
shot  down  the  night  before.  It  was  eve- 
ning now,  and  foggy,  the  house  was  quiet, 
the  children  upstairs,  getting  ready  for 

bed.  Mrs.  Miniver  hoped  the  searchers 
would  find  the  Nazi  soon  so  Clem  could 
come  home  for  dinner. 

The  telephone  rang  and  Mrs.  Miniver's 
heart  stood  still.  She  was  always  afraid 
of  the  telephone  now. 

"Mother!"  It  was  Vin.  "Good  news, 
darling.  I've  got  my  wings.  And  I'm 
stationed  at  Belham  Airfield.  I've  a  week's 
leave.  See  you  soon — no  use  talking 
now."    He  hung  up. 

Mrs.  Miniver's  first  thought  was  that  he 
would  be  going  into  active  combat — 
danger — now.  She  put  the  thought  reso- 
lutely out  of  her  mind.  She  thought,  in- 
stead, of  some  way  to  celebrate  Vin's 

She  knew  she  had  done  the  right  thing 
as  soon  as  Vin  stepped  into  the  hallway 
and  saw  Carol  standing  beside  her.  Clem, 
returning  from  the  unsuccessful  search 
for  the  flyer,  threw  her  a  look  of  ap- 

Mrs.  Miniver  susp>ected  Vin  was  in  love 
with  Carol,  but  she  had  not  been  sure 
how  the  girl  felt.  Now,  she  knew  that, 
too.  For,  when  Vin  made  as  if  to  shake 
hands  with  her,  Carol  kissed  him  natu- 
rally, easily. 

"Make's  a  good-looking  pUot,  doesn't 
he?"  Clem  said. 

"Oh,  Vin,  already?"  Carol  whispered. 

Vin  grinned  proudly.  "Not  bad,  eh' 
And  what  a  bit  of  luck,  being  transferred 
to  an  airfield  so  near  home.  Fellow  I 
knew  at  the  last  place  had  his  people 
near  by  and  whenever  he  flew  over  them 
he'd  cut  his  motor,  so  they'd  know  wha 
he  was.  You  know — like  this — "  and  he 
imitated  the  sound  of  a  plane's  motor 
racing  and  missing.  "I  say,"  Vin  looked 
around.   "Where  are  the  kids?" 

"In  bed,  I  hope,"  Mrs.  Miniver  said. 

"You  wouldn't  weaken  and  let  them 
stay  up  for  dinner?"  Vin  wheedled.  Mrs 
Miniver  had  to  give  in  to  him. 

Once  the  children  were  allowed  to  gel 
up,  they  were  irrepressible.  Toby,  hi< 
eyes  aglow  with  worship,  stared  at  hii 
big  brother  and  chattered  incessantly. 

Finally  Toby  asked  "Vin,  are  you  goins 
to  marry  Carol?" 

There  was  a  shocked  silence,  froir 
which  Carol  recovered  first. 

"Toby,"  she  smiled,  "why  don't  you  asl) 
me  if  I'm  going  to  marry  Vin?" 


Mrs.  Miniver  knew  she  had  done  ti  • 
right  thing  when  she  saw  how  Vin  ar< 
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"Well,  are  you?"  Toby  asked. 
"If  he  asks  me — "  Carol  said. 
Toby  pursed  his  lips  scornfully.  "He's 

Vin  jumped  to  his  feet.  "I'm  not  going 
to  stand  for  that,"  he  said.  "Carol — ye 
gods!  This  is  the  dardnest  proposal! 
Will  you  marry  me,  Carol?" 

"Yes,"  Carol  said  softly. 

There  was  a  shout  from  Toby  and 
everyone  stood  up  and  Mrs.  Miniver 
wasn't  quite  sure  she  wasn't  going  to 
cry  from  happiness.  Vaguely,  she  heard 
the  telephone  ringing,  but  she  couldn't 
tear  herself  away. 

Gladys  summoned  Vin  to  the  phone. 
When  he  came  back,  all  the  joy  was  gone 
from  his  face.  All  leaves  were  cancelled. 
He  was  ordered  back  at  once. 

Mrs.  Miniver's  heart  shriveled  and  she 
looked  at  Carol.  The  girl  was  very  pale. 
Vin  kissed  them  hurriedly  and  ran  after 
Clem,  who  had  gone  to  get  the  car  to 
drive  him  to  the  field. 

MRS.  MINIVER  had  no  idea  how  long 
she  had  been  asleep,  when  the 
phone's  ringing  awakened  her.  Only  half- 
awake,  she  heard  Clem  answer  it.  The 
next  moment,  Clem  was  groping  for  his 

"What  is  it?"  she  cried.  "Vin!" 

"No — the  River  Patrol,"  Clem  said. 

"But  you  were  out  all  day,  looking  for 
that  flyer.  I  won't  let  you  go!"  she  cried. 
Yet,  the  moment  after  she  said  it,  she 
sighed,  "I'll  get  you  some  sandwiches." 

Down  at  the  boat  landing,  Mrs.  Miniver 
clung  to  him  for  a  long  moment  and  she 
knew  from  the  way  he  kissed  her  that 
this  was  serious.  And,  for  the  second  time 
that  night,  she  watched  someone  she 
loved  vanish  into  the  darkness. 

It  wasn't  very  long  before  she  knew 
what  it  was  all  about.  First,  there  was 
the  terrible,  steady  rumbling  of  guns,  dis- 
tant, but  endlessly  booming.  Then,  the 
wireless  announced  that  every  available 
boat  on  the  coast  was  commandeered  to 
evacuate  the  British  troops  trapped  on 
the  beach  at  Dunkirk.  That's  where  Clem 
was!  She  felt  faint  with  fear,  thinking 
of  his  small  river  boat  beaten  about  in 
the  Channel,  a  target  for  enemy  planes 
and  shells.  And  when  she  realized  that 
Vin  must  be  there,  too,  she  almost  gave 
way  to  panic. 

Somehow,  she  didn't  give  way.  Her 
men  had  to  fight  and  she,  like  all  the 
other  women,  had  to  match  their  courage 
and  daring.  She  hung  on  to  this  and  it 
helped  her  through  the  days.  But  the 
nights  were  horrible.  She  slept  only  fit- 
fully and,  even  in  her  sleep,  she  seemed 
to  be  listening  for  those  guns  to  stop 
booming.  Four  days  passed  in  this  way, 
four  endlessly  long  days. 

On  the  fourth  night,  Mrs.  Miniver 
found  she  couldn't  sleep  at  all.  Dawn 
was  streaking  the  sky  as  she  got  dressed 
and  went  out  into  the  cold  chill  of  the 
waking  day.  The  guns  roared  distantly. 
In  her  neat  garden,  it  was  breathlessly 
still  and  that  faraway  rumbling  was  like 
some  agony  deep  in  the  earth.  Mrs. 
Miniver  walked  about  aimlessly.  Sud- 
denly, she  stopped. 

She  stepped  closer  to  the  hedge.  It 
was  a  boot.  And  now  she  could  see  the 
Nazi  uniform  and  the  bloodstained  torn 
sleeve  and  the  thin,  young  face  blank  in 
exhausted  sleep.  She  must  do  something, 
call  someone.  Without  care,  she  ran  up 
the  gravel  path. 

"Stehen  bleiben!    Oder  ich  schiesse!" 

She  didn't  understand,  but  she  stopped 
and  turned.  He  was  coming  toward  her, 
a  gun  in  his  left  hand,  his  right  arm 
limp  at  his  side.  His  face  was  drawn 
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"Alone?"  he  asked. 

She  nodded.  He  waved  her  inside  with 
the  gun  and  demanded  food  and  drink. 
The  gun  pointed  at  her  steadily,  she  got 
some  ham  and  bread  and  a  bottle  of 
milk.  He  snatched  these  and  stuffed  them 
awkwardly  into  his  tunic  pocket. 

"Coat — !"  he  ordered.  She  knew  he 
wanted  a  disguise.  She  was  going  to 
deny  she  had  one,  but  he  nodded  toward 
the  coat  rack  in  the  hall.  She  moved 
toward  Clem's  trench  coat.  The  coat 
rack  hid  the  hall  phone  from  the  kitchen. 
Her  back  to  the  flyer,  she  reached  for 
the  phone. 

"Nein!"  he  whispered  fiercely.  She 
looked  around.  He  was  watching,  the 
gun  steady  on  her.  She  knew  he  would 
not  hesitate  to  shoot  her.  She  took  Clem's 
coat  to  him. 

She  watched,  fascinated,  as  he  tried 
to  put  it  on.  Her  mind  searched  fran- 
tically for  some  way  to  keep  him  there — 
get  help.  Suddenly,  he  gasped  and  she 
saw  the  spurt  of  fresh  blood  soaking  his 
sleeve.  The  next  moment,  he  tumbled  to 
the  floor. 

Quickly,  she  picked  the  gun  out  of 
his  nerveless  fingers  and  hid  it.  Then, 
she  called  the  police  and  a  doctor.  She 
went  back  to  the  kitchen.  He  was  con- 
scious again,  desp>erately  trying  to  get 
up,  his  eyes  narrow  with  pain  and  fear. 

She  felt  sorry  for  him.  He  was  so 
young — like  Vin.  "Really,"  she  said 
kindly,  "it's  better.  You'll  be  looked 
after — you'll  be  safe — the  war  won't  last 

"No,"  he  said  savagely,  "soon  we  fin- 
ish! I  am  finish — but  others  come  like 
me — thousands.  You  will  see!  We  shall 
bomb  your  cities — we  shall — " 

Mrs.  Miniver  raised  her  head.  A  plane 
was  going  by,  its  pilot  cutting  and  racing 
the  motor.  "That's  my  son,"  she  smiled. 
"He's  signaling  me  that  he's  safely  back. 
Do  you  signal  your  mother  when  you 
get  back?"  The  young  Nazi  sneered  con- 
temptuously and  she  thought  of  all  the 
stories  she'd  heard  about  the  distorted 
minds  of  German  youth.  "I  thought  not," 
she  said  softly. 

A CAR  drew  up  outside  and,  a  few 
minutes  later,  her  prisoner  was  taken 
away.  Only  then  did  Mrs.  Miniver  real- 
ize she  had  been  face  to  face  with  the 
enemy — and  had  not  been  found  wanting. 
She  leaned  weakly  against  the  table. 

"Mummie!"  Toby  cried  from  the  door- 
way. "Mummie,  what  was  that?" 

From  the  river  came  the  sharp,  explo- 
sive put-puts  of  the  launch.  "It's  Daddy!" 
Mrs.  Miniver  cried. 

The  sun  was  breaking  through  the 
morning  mist,  as  she  ran  toward  the 
boat  landing,  clutching  Toby's  small  fist 
in  her  own.  Clem  was  just  getting  out 
of  the  launch.  He  looked  haggard  and 
his  clothes  were  dirty  and  torn.  There 
were  bullet  holes  in  the  side  of  the  boat. 

Mrs.  Miniver  caught  Clem  close.  "Dar- 
ling," she  whispered  tensely.  "You're 
back — safe — " 

"You're  awful  dirty,"  Toby  objected  as 
his  father  kissed  him. 

Clem  laughed.  "And  tired,  too — " 
Mrs.  Miniver  forgot  herself.  Support- 
ing him,  she  got  him  to  the  house  and 
upstairs.  Almost  before  she'd  pulled  off 
his  shoes,  he  was  asleep.  He  slept  for 
ten  hours  without  stirring.  Then,  he 
awoke,  ravenously  hungry,  and  demanded 
ham  and  eggs. 

"You  can't  have  ham,  dear,"  Mrs.  Min- 
iver said.  "I  gave  it  to  the  Nazi  flyer." 
Clem  stared  at  her  and  went  pale.  "It's 
all  right,"  she  laughed  and  told  him  about 
it.  Just  as  she  finished  Cook  announced 
that  Lady  Beldon  wished  to  see  her. 
"Oh  dear,"  Mrs.  Miniver  gasped.  "I 

suppose  Vin's  asked  her  about  marrying 

Clem  laughed.  "If  I  didn't  know  you'd 
taken  that  feilow  singlehanded  I'd  say 
you  were  scared." 

"I  am"  Mrs.  Miniver  confessed. 

But  she  found  it  surprisingly  easy  to 
overcome  Lady  Beldon's  objections, 
mainly  because  she  didn't  have  any  valid 
ones.  The  flimsy  excuse  that  Carol  was 
too  young  didn't  hold  up,  at  all.  when 
Mrs.  Miniver  remembered  that  Lady 
Beldon  herself  had  eloped  at  sixteen. 
Lady  Beldon  gave  in.  She  did  more  than 
that;  she  agreed  to  let  Carol  and  Vin 
marry  at  once. 

They  were  married  the  next  morning. 
All  through  the  simple  ceremony,  Mrs. 
Miniver  kept  thinking  of  her  own  wed- 
ding in  this  same  church,  during  the 
last  war,  just  before  Clem  left  for  the 
front.  She  prayed  silently  that  every- 
thing would  turn  out  well  for  her  son 
and  his  bride,  as  it  had  done  for  her. 

WIN  and  Carol  went  to  Scotland  for 
two  weeks  and,  in  that  time,  Mrs.  Min- 
iver redecorated  Vin's  room  for  them. 
She  had  barely  moved  in  the  twin  beds 
and  hung  fresh  curtains,  when  a  raid  of 
unprecedented  ferocity  began.  And  this 
time.  Starlings  was  hit.  Mrs.  Miniver 
came  out  of  the  shelter  to  find  all  the 
windows  smashed  and  the  dining  room 
wall  almost  gone. 

She  and  Clem  did  the  best  they  could 
to  clear  away  the  debris.  Somehow,  Mrs. 
Miniver  found  she  wasn't  nearly  so  un- 
happy as  she  had  thought  she  would  be. 
Her  lovely  things  had  been  destroyed — 
yes — but  the  children  were  safe  and  she 
had  Clem  and  Vin — and  now  Carol. 

The  honeymooners  came  home,  looking 
healthy  and  radiantly  happy,  just  in  time 
for  the  Flower  Show.  Lady  Beldon  had 
insisted  on  holding  it.  And,  when  Mrs. 
Miniver  saw  the  gay  canopies  and  the 
crowded,  wide  lawns  of  Beldon  Hall,  she 
saw  that  Lady  Beldon  had  been  wise. 
It  was  good  to  forget  the  war,  even  for 
a  little. 

Mrs.  Miniver  was  touched  to  see  how 
delighted  Lady  Beldon  really  was  with 
Vin.  It  was  amusing  to  watch  her  severe 
old  face  trying  to  maintain  its  hauteur, 
while  Vin  twitted  her  about  her  roses 
and  her  airs,  and  to  see  how  fondly 
her  old  eyes  followed  him  as  he  moved 

It  was  late  afternoon  and  time  for 
Lady  Beldon  to  make  the  awards.  The 
old  woman  moved  regally  from  table  to 
table,  reading  aloud  the  decisions.  And 
then,  only  the  roses  remained. 

Lady  Beldon  looked  at  the  roses — hers 
and  Ballard's  rose,  the  "Mrs.  Miniver." 
She  picked  up  the  slip  of  pap>er  on  which 
the  judges  had  written  their  choice.  Mrs. 
Miniver  saw  a  gleam  of  triumph  come 
into  the  old  eyes. 

Then.  Lady  Beldon  looked  at  Vin  and 
Mrs.  Miniver  saw  her  son  shake  his  head 
chidingly.  Lady  Beldon  flushed  and 
crumpled  the  paper  in  her  palm. 

"And  now,  ladies  and  gentlemen,"  she 
said  firmly,  "it  is  my  pleasure  to  award 
the  Silver  Challenge  Cup  to  Mr.  Ballard, 
for  his  magnificent  rose — the  best  rose 
grown  in  the  village  in  the  past  year." 
She  looked  defiantly  at  Vin. 

There  was  a  burst  of  cheering  and 
Mrs.  Miniver  just  had  tiine  to  see  Bal- 
lard's amazed,  delighted  smile,  before 
Foley,  the  air-raid  warden,  came  running 
from  the  Hall  and  Lady  Beldon  an- 
nounced that  people  should  either  go 
home,  or  down  into  her  cellars,  because 
raiders  were  on  the  way  from  the  coast 

Mrs.  Miniver  thought  of  Judy  and 
Toby  alone  at  home  and  looked  fran- 
tically about  for  Clem.     In  a  moment. 

PHOTOPL.w  comhined  with  movie  mirror 

her  family  was  at  her  side.  Vin  had  to  go 
to  the  airfield  and  Clem  had  to  drive  him 
there.  They  kissed  one  another  as  they 
ran  toward  the  crowded  driveway. 

Dusk  was  falling.  Now,  the  drone  of 
planes  was  audible.  Mrs.  Miniver  stepp>ed 
on  the  throttle,  willing  speed  into  the 
motor.  Suddenly,  planes  were  directly 
overhead,  guns  barking.  Mrs.  Miniver 
pulled  up  at  the  side  of  the  road  and 
turned  off  her  lights.  It  was  senseless 
making  a  target  of  themselves. 

She  looked  at  Carol.  The  girl's  eyes 
were  wide  with  terror  and,  as  she  stared 
off  into  the  gathering  darkness,  a  burst 
of  flame  was  reflected  on  her  face.  Mrs. 
Miniver  looked  ai-ound.  A  burning  plane 
was  spiraling  to  the  earth. 

"It  could  be  Vin!"  Carol  cried. 

"No,  no,"  Mrs.  Miniver  said.  "There 
hasn't  been  time,  yet." 

"Of  course,"  Carol  tried  to  reassure 
herself,  but  her  eyes  were  still  full  of 

A PLANE  roared  out  of  the  gloom, 
heading  right  for  them.  Mrs.  Miniver 
screamed  to  Carol  to  look  out  and 
crouched  down.  She  heard  the  machine 
gun  bullets  spraying  the  car.  Then,  the 
din  receded  and  Mrs.  Miniver  raised  her 

Up  ahead,  the  village  lay  outlined 
against  the  sky  in  a  dull  red  glow. 

"Carol!"  she  cried.  "It's  burning.  We've 
got  to  get  there.  They'll  need  help — " 
she  stopped,  aware  of  a  terrible  silence 
beside  her. 

Carol's  face  was  buried  in  the  seat. 
Mrs.  Miniver  touched  her  shoulder  gent- 
ly and  the  girl  slid  slowly,  stiffly,  toward 
her.  For  a  moment,  Mrs.  Miniver's  mind 
refused  to  accept  what  her  eyes  told  her. 
She  can't  be  dead,  her  heart  cried,  she 
can't  be!  But  it  was  so. 

Blindly,  Mrs.  Miniver  started  the  car. 
She  had  no  idea  how  she  got  home,  or 
how  she  managed  to  carry  Carol  inside. 
The  phone  was  ringing  and  she  answered 
it  automatically. 

■  "Yes,  dear,"  she  heard  herself  saying  to 
Vin,  "we're  all  right — safe.  Don't  worry, 
dear.  You're  going  up,  now?"  She  had 
to  grit  her  teeth.    "Good  luck,  darling." 

She  made  sure  the  childi-en  were  safe 
in  the  shelter  and  then  took  up  her  vigil 
beside  Carol's  body.  At  first,  it  surprised 
her  that  she  could  not  cry.  Then,  she 
knew  this  was  not  the  time  for  tears  or 
fear.  Terrible  things  were  happening  and 
only  strength  and  courage  would  end 
them.  She  had  only  one  fear — that  this 
blow  would  crush  Vin. 

But,  when  he  returned,  she  knew  at 
once  that  neither  pain,  nor  sorrow,  could 
ever  defeat  him.  He  was  pale  and  terri- 
bly, grimly,  calm.  "It's  all  right.  Mother," 
he  said  softly.  "I  know.  Where  is  she?" 

Mrs.  Miniver  couldn't  sf>eak.  She 
nodded  up  the  stairs.  Through  the  tears 
that  came,  now,  at  last,  she  watched  her 
son  walk  quietly  to  take  his  last  farewell 
from  the  love  that  had  been  his  for  so 
little  a  time. 

BELHAM  was  badly  hit  in  that  raid,  but 
the  spirit  of  the  i>eople  was  not 
broken.  Mrs.  Miniver  knew  this,  even 
before  she  walked  into  the  church  that 
Sunday  morning.  There  was  a  new 
seriousness  about  everyone,  even  the 
children,  but  not  fear. 

Vin  was  beside  her,  but  when  Lady 
Beldon  walked  slowly — and  alone — down 
the  aisle  he  went  over  and  took  his  place 
at  the  old  woman's  side.  Mrs.  Miniver's 
eyes  filled  with  tears  and  she  took  Clem's 
hand  and  held  it  tightly. 

The  Vicar  stood  in  the  propped -up 
pulpit,  looking  down  at  them  for  a  long 

moment,  his  white  head  haloed  in  a 
brilliant  shaft  of  sunlight. 

"We,  in  this  quiet  little  corner  of  Eng- 
land," he  began  softly,  "have  suffered 
the  loss  of  friends  very  dear  to  us — close 
to  this  church,  close  to  our  affections. 
James  Ballard,  our  station  master  and 
bell  ringer — the  proud  winner,  only  an 
hour  before  his  death,  of  the  Beldon  cup 
for  his  beautiful  rose.  And  our  hearts 
go  out  to  the  two  families  who  share 
the  cruel  loss  of  a  young  and  lovely  girl 
who  was  married  at  this  altar  only  two 
weeks  ago.  The  homes  of  many 
have  been  destroyed,  the  lives  of  young 
and  old  have  been  taken.  Well,  we  have 
buried  our  dead  and  we  shall  not  forget 

"These  cruel  blows  will  not  weaken  us. 
Rather,  they  will  inspire  us  with  un- 
breakable determination  to  free  ourselves 
and  those  who  come  after  us  from  the 
tyranny  and  terror  that  threaten  to  strike 
us  down.  For  this  is  a  war  not  only  of 
soldiers  in  uniform,  of  trenches  and  gun 
positions  and  battlefields.  It  is  a  war  of 
the  people — of  all  the  people— and  it  is 
fought  in  the  heart  and  in  the  home  of 
every  man  and  woman  and  child  who 
loves  freedom.  We  will  fight  it,  then — 
and  may  God  defend  the  right!" 

The  full,  vibrant  tones  of  the  organ 
swelled  through  the  church  and  all  stood 
to  sing.  Mrs.  Miniver  found  her  eyes 
traveling  along  the  shaft  of  sunlight,  up- 
ward, upward  to  the  large,  jagged  hole 
in  the  roof  of  the  church  and  through  it, 
upward  to  the  sky,  where  she  could  see 
planes,  glittering  and  silvery,  flying  in  V 
formation,  winging  eastward  and  upward. 

And  it  seemed  to  her  that  this  was 
symbolic  of  man's  spirit,  man's  spirit 
striving  ever  upward,  vipward.  And  she 
knew  nothing  could  ever  conquer  this. 
The  End. 

★  *★*★★★*★*★*★★★*★★★★★★*★**★★★**★ 

Linda  Darnell  Tells  Why  She  Left  Home! 

THE  MOST  HUMAN  story  a  Hollywood  star  ever  told  aboiit 
herself  is  in  Stardom  this  month!  Linda  Darnell  says  in  her 
own  words:  "I  have  left  home,  and  for  good.  I  shall  never  go 
back.  I  have  broken  the  Silver  Cord  which  binds  every  child  to 
its  parents,  and  which,  if  it  binds  too  long,  strangles  it  ...  It  is 
unfortunate  that  we  have  to  take  our  adult  lives,  as  we  take  our 
lives  at  birth,  at  the  pain  of  our  parents — but  life  is  like  that." 
Read  this  real-life  revelation  in  Stardom! 

See  Ann  Sheridan's  "Army  Diary,"  explaining  all 
her  experiences  in  a  tour  of  the  camps!  Read  how 
Hedy  Lamarr  looks  forward  to  marriage  after  her 
earlier  failures.  Let  our  quiz  prove,  "Have  You  a 
Hollywood  Personality?" 

The  complete  fiction  version  of  Gene  Tierney's 
new  film,  "Thunder  Birds!"  Also  "Remember 
Pearl  Harbor,"  the  picture  every  producer  wanted 
to  make,  in  story  form!  Rita  Hayworth  collabo- 
rates on  a  short  story! 

Gorgeous  color  portraits  of  Deanna  Durbin, 
I  Hedy  Lamarr,  Ginger  Rogers!  Photo  stories 
I  on  Bob  Hope  and  Bing  Crosby;  Hollywood's 
I  loveliest  extras;  "Tales  of  Manhattan,"  Holly- 
■    wood's  new-type  movie! 


Julv  Stardom  On  Sale  At  All  Stands  .Iun«  171 

JULY,  1942 


Fixed  up  for  fun  on 
the  beach:  Ann  Miller 

Talking  out  loud  about 
^IMH^    some  things  girls  don't  usu- 
ally  discuss — and  should! 

BY  mm  ma 

^iaIcii,  <^iteii.  III  lltc 

Your  chances  on  the  beach — or 
anywhere  else — are  as  good  as  Ann 
Miller's.  She  has  brains,  youth, 
ability  and  ambition.  So  have  you — 
and  you  probably  know  how  to  use 
them.  But  there  may  be  one  beach 
pointer  you've  skipped.  You  can  buy 
yourself  a  pretty  bathing  suit,  use 
some  waterproof  make-up  and  look 
just  as  enticing  as  Ann  does,  but 
you  still  may  leave  the  beach  without 
an  evening  date  unless  you  do  a  little 
thinking  on  this  one  sh-sh  subject. 
That's  using  deodorants  as  faithfully 
for  bathing-suit  business  as  you 
would  for  any  other  activity. 

Now,  more  than  ever,  what  with  the 
shortage  of  stockings  and  shields,  deo- 
dorants and  depilatories  are  "musts." 
Your  legs  must  be  pretty  and  smooth 
on  the  beach;  you  must  be  sure  you're 
absolutely  as  fresh  as  you  look;  and 
that  bronzed -beauty  look  you're  go- 
ing to  acquire  must  never  never  be 
marred  by  a  little  dark  mustache  over 
your  lip — which  is  something  a  lot  of 
girls  never  think  about  and  should! 
So  arm  yourself  with  the  two  "d's" 
and  you'll  still  be  as  much  of  a  siren 
after  a  day  of  sunning  as  you  were 
when  you  started  out. 

Miss  Miller's  thoughts  on  the 
subject?  They're  short  and  to  the 
point:  "Nice  features  and  a  well- 
proportioned  figure  just  can't  be  had 
by  everybody,  but  everybody  can 
work  on  the  other  angles  of  beauty 
and  they  count  just  as  much — as,  for 
instance,  being  fresh  at  all  times  and 
not  letting  superfluous  hair  get  out  of 
control.  You  know  yourself  how  you 
feel  around  somebody  who  isn't  care- 
ful about  them!" 

And  realize  there's  a  footage  prob- 
lem, come  summer.  Walks  in  the  sun 
are  fun,  but  they  can  do  a  lot  of 
damage  to  your  grooming  technique, 
because  walks  mean  the  "hot  foot," 
which  can  ruin  your  shoes — and  your 
social  chances.  Take  care  of  that 
point  by  rubbing  your  little  feet  with 
some  cream  deodorant  and  then  make 
double-sure  by  sprinkling  powder 
deodorant  in  your  shoes. 

J\low  t:J-l-oiI.  ~Ljcm  ,:J-l-anJ.i  ti^y 

— and  find  out  whether  you're  a 
well-groomed  lady.  Nail  polish  makes 
the  upper  part  of  your  hands  look 
beauteous,  but  it  doesn't  take  care  of 

the  inside  of  your  nails.  So  regardless 
of  how  much  a  cover-up  the  nail 
polish  gives  you,  don't  forget  to  clean 
the  inside  of  the  nails.  If  you  don't, 
you'll  get  a  black  mark  if  anyone  gets 
an  inside  look  at  your  hands! 

«</  an  C-,at: 

So  you  have  a  pretty  brushed-up 
pompadour  hair-do.  That  will  make 
other  people  look  at  you — and  it 
should  make  you  look  carefully  to 
your  eai's.  Be  sure,  oh  lady,  that 
they're  spic  and  span  and  in  pretty 
shape  to  have  soft  nothings  whispered 
into  them.  Also — another  sh-sh  sub- 
ject— don't  think  you're  ready  for  a 
kiss  close-up  unless  you've  used  little 
manicure  scissors  on  the  inside  of  vour 

Be  Katy- in -the -kitchen  for  an 
onion-sandwich  party  after  the  movies 
but  be  sure  you  have  a  pretty  apron 
and  that  the  onions  don't  linger  on 
your  lily-white  hands.  How  to  man- 
age that?  Just  a  bit  of  deodorant 
cream  rubbed  over  your  fingers — and 
you'll  never  cry  any  tears  after  you've 
finished  the  paring  process! 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  icith  stowt.  mirrof 

The  Shadow  Stage 

{Contmued  from  page  7) 

^  In  This  Our  Life  (Warners) 

It's  About:  A  }iorrihly  selfish  woman  who 
brings  sorrow  to  herself  and  family. 

THIS  isn't  Bette  Davis's  best  picture  or 
best  performance  by  a  long  shot.  In 
fact,  it  seemed  to  this  reviewer  that  the 
character  Bette  played  was  completely 
false.  There  is  just  no  rhyme  or  reason 
for  anyone's  being  so  downright  ornery 
unless  she  is  mentally  ill  and  where,  then, 
is  the  entertainment  value  in  watching  a 
warped  mind  at  work? 

Olivia  de  Havilland  is  very  good  as 
Bette's  sister;  good  but  not  sound  or  solid 
because  once  again  the  character  is  weak- 
ly drawn.  Dennis  Morgan  as  the  man 
Bette  drives  to  suicide  and  George  Brent 
as  the  man  fortunate  enough  to  escape 
her  psycopathic  lasso  are  fair.  Charles 
Coburn  is  Bette's  selfish  uncle  and  Billie 
Burke  her  weak  mother.  A  Negro  lad, 
Ernest  Anderson,  framed  on  a  murder 
charge  by  Bette,  is  a  fine,  sincere  actor. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Too  abnormally  un- 
pleasant for  enjoyment. 

Juke  Girl  (Warners) 

It's  About:  Two  friends  whose  paths  are 
se}Mrated  by  a  cause  and  a  girl. 

FRANKLY,  this  is  so  much  vegetable 
salad  with  tomatoes  and  string  beans 
flooding  the  story  of  the  trials  of  farmers 
and  workers  under  the  dominance  of 
racketeering  produce  magnate  Gene 

Appalled  by  conditions,  Ronald  Reagan 
sides  with  a  Greek  farmer,  George  Tobias, 
a  victim  of  Lockhart's  greed.  Reagan  is 
backed  up  in  his  ideals  by  Ann  Shei'i- 
dan,  travelling  juke  girl,  who  feels  her- 
self unworthy  of  his  offer  of  marriage 
and,  although  she  really  loves  him,  leaves 

Richard  Whorf,  Reagan's  friend, 
decides  to  throw  in  his  lot  on  the  side  of 
the  money  changers  until  Reagan  and 
Ann  find  themselves  accused  of  murder. 
It's  then  Whorf  proves  his  worth. 

You'll  be  pretty  much  bored  with  all 
of  this  soy  bean  drama. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  It  should  be  plowed 

^  I  Married  An  Angel  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  A  playboy  who  marries  a 
J  dream  angel. 

'  XXUCH  below  the  standard  of  Metro- 
I  ' '  '  Goldwyn-Mayer's  singing  stars  Nel- 
1  son  Eddy  and  Jeanette  MacDonald  is 
I  this  bit  of  trivia  taken  from  the  paper- 
thin  stage  play  of  several  seasons  ago. 
Neither  star  is  given  songs  that  come 
even  near  meeting  his  vocal  ability. 

Nelson  is  a  Budapest  playboy  who  falls 
in  love  with  an  innocent  and  unsophisti- 
cated little  clerk  in  his  bank.  One  night 
he  dreams  she's  an  angel  whose  honesty 
and  forthrightness  throw  everyone  into 
a  dither.  He  awakes  to  find  her  not  an 
angel  but  the  girl  he  loves. 
Because  this  pair  is  your  favorite  and 
■  you  approve  them  in  anything,  we  give 
this  our  one-check  blessing  and  hope  for 
better  things  next  time. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Two  artists  in  search 
of  a  good  story. 

^  The  Spoilers  (Universal) 

It's  About:  Gold,  love  and  unlawfulness 
in  Alaska. 

(F  YOU  are  too  young  to  remember  the 
terrific  fight  scene  in  the  silent  ver- 
sion of  Jack  London's  gusty  tale  of 
Alaska  in  the  gold-rush  days,  you  can 
content  yourself  that  the  battle  royal 
between  John  Wayne  and  Randy  Scott 
in  this  version  is  just  as  exciting. 

John,  beloved  of  Marlene  Dietrich, 
owner  of  a  gambling  saloon,  discovers 
Randy  Scott  is  a  crook  attempting  to 
steal  the  mine  Wayne  owns  jointly  with 
Harry  Carey.  That's  where  the  fight 
comes  in. 

Dietrich  is  beautiful  to  see  and  adds 
quite  a  bit  of  color  to  her  role.  Margaret 
Lindsay  and  her  uncle  Samuel  Hinds  are 
accomplices  of  Scott's.  Richard  Barthel- 
mess  is  an  odd  character,  in  love  with 
Dietrich.  Wayne  gives  a  strong  per- 
formance, a  real  standout.  It's  the  fight 
scene,  however,  that  steals  the  picture 
and  wins  our  one-check  approval. 

Your  Reviewer  Soys:  Entertainment  black 
and  strong  with  no  cream  or  sugar. 

Mokey  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  A  misunderstood  boy  who  gets 
into  serious  trouble. 

DONNA  REED,  M-G-M's  young  hope- 
ful, is  handed  the  thankless  role  of  a 
young  stepmother  who  refuses  to  under- 
stand her  husband's  son  Mokey.  The 
fact  that  Mokey  appeals  to  the  sympa- 
thies makes  it  all  the  tougher  for  Donna. 

Bobby  Blake  as  Mokey  is  very  good — 
too  good,  really.  Dan  Dailey  Jr.,  as  his 
father,  is  not  given  enough  footage. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Tears  for  one  and  all. 

^  Saboteur  (Universal) 

It's  About:  A  defense  plant  worker  who 
uncovers  a  group  of  saboteurs. 

I  N  typical  Alfred  Hitchcock  manner  this 
'  story  holds  the  interest,  stirs  the  emo- 
tions and  grips  the  imagination  although 
Director  Hitchcock  takes  little  pains  to 
tie  together  loose  ends  of  the  story. 

But  excusing  these  glaring  discrep- 
ancies you  really  have  a  fine  piece  of 
fright-wig  shenanigans  here  that  begins 
when  Robert  Cummings,  a  defense  plant 
worker,  is  accused  of  setting  fire  to  the 
plant  and  killing  his  friend  by  placing 
gasoline  in  the  fire  extinguisher.  Cum- 
mings escapes  the  police,  meets  Priscilla 
Lane  and  eventually  runs  into  the  real 

Priscilla  Lane  is  fair,  Cummings  thor- 
oughly convincing.  Otto  Kruger,  Alma 
Kruger,  Alan  Baxter  and  Norman  Lloyd 
excellent  as  enemies  of  our  country.  The 
circus  group  is  especially  good. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Baffling,  bewildering, 

Twin  Beds  (Small-U.A.) 

It's  About:  Too  majiy  husbands  in  one 

\A/ELL,  it  beats  us!  Maybe  it's  just  that 
'  "  the  sight  of  Mischa  Auer  and  Ernest 
Truex  without  their  trousers,  skidding  in 
and  out  of  Joan  Bennett's  bedroom,  failed 



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theatres,  movies,  smart  night  clubs,  ball 
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convention  stadiums.  Fast  transportation 
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Splendid  guest  accommodations.  Quiet, 
congenial  surroundings.  Excellent  food 
and  refreshments-  Superb  entertain- 
ment and  dancing  in  the  Drake's  exotic 
Camellia  House.  Away  from  the  noise 
and  congestion  of  the  Chicago  Loop — 
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to  amuse  us  as  it  should.  Even  husband 
George  Brent,  who  kept  missing  the  in- 
terlopers by  a  hairsbreadth,  seemed  ill  at 
ease  and  as  thoroughly  unamused  as  we 

Una  Merkel  and  Glenda  Farrell  added 
lit.le  for  our  money.  If  you  howl  at  this 
and  really  get  a  kick  out  of  it,  decide  it's 
this  reviewer's  bad  digestion  that's  at 
fault  and  let  it  go  at  that. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  What's  all  the  gig- 
gHng  about,  anyway? 

Sing  For  Your  Supper  (Columbia) 

It's  About:  Rich  girl  meets  band  leader. 

JINX  FALKENBURG,  the  girl  who  be- 
came  famous  as  a  model,  swings  from 
modeling  to  movie  acting  in  a  little  thing 
about  a  rich  girl  who  owns  the  property 
on  which  an  obscure  band  leader  is  try- 
ing to  make  good  in  a  dime-a-dance  hall. 
To  her  amazement,  Jinx  is  mistaken  for 
a  taxi  dancer  and  ends  up  a  singer  with 
the  band.  Gossip  and  chatter  columnists 
reveal  the  truth  to  the  smitten  band 
leader;  he  goes  his  way;  and  Jinx  goes 
his  way. 

Bert  Gordon,  the  mad  "Roosian"  of 
radio  faime,  makes  people  laugh. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Well,  a  girl  has  to 
take  what's  given  her,  doesn't  she? 

Rings  On  Her  Fingers 
(20th  Century-Fox) 

It's  About:  A  hoy  who  wanted  a  boat  and 
a  girl  loho  wanted  rings  on  her  fingers. 

|_J  ERE'S  Gene  Tierney  looking  the  way 
'  '  all  the  boys  want  to  see  her  — which 
means  she  wears  modern  clothes — and 
acting  in  a  finished  fashion  that  does 
credit  to  her  Hollywood  tutors.  Here's 
Henry  Fonda,  running  around  slightly 
out  of  place  and  not  showing  to  too  much 
advantage,  as  a  poor  wage  slave  who's 
been  saving  his  pennies — and  we  do  mean 
pennies — to  buy  himself  a  boat. 

Henry  finds  the  boat  the  same  place 
he  finds  Gene — at  a  millionaire's  resort 
where  he's  come  to  meet  ship  owners. 
Gene's  there  with  her  pseudo-mama. 
Spring  Byington,  really  just  a  racketeer 
at  heart  who's  plucked  Gene  out  of  a 
department  store  job  and  is  using  her  as 
a  front  to  lure  on  bait  for  her  and  Laird 
Cregar's  shady  swindling  activities. 
Henry  thinks  he's  found  an  heiress  and 
Gene  thinks  she's  found  a  millionaire, 
but  they're  really  in  love,  anyway,  so  off 
they  go  together. 

Before  they  can  get  married  and  live 
happily  ever  after,  however,  lots  of  little 
things  have  to  be  fixed  up.  That's  where 
John  Shepperd  comes  in,  doing  his  bit  as 
a  wealthy  suitor  of  Gene's. 

It's  all  amusing  and  makes  for  a  good 
evening's  entertainment. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  A  good  "no  check" 

The  Wife  Takes  A  Flyer 

It's  About:  Love  troubles  under  Nazi 

THIS  is  laid  in  Holland  under  the  Hitler 
■  regime  with  Allyn  Joslyn,  a  Nazi  major, 
polluted  with  dishonorable  intentions  to- 
ward Joan  Bennett  who  is  about  to  di- 
vorce her  absent  husband. 

Determined  to  get  Miss  Bennett,  Jos- 
lyn moves  into  her  home.    In  the  home 

Franchot  Tone,  an  R.A.F.  flyer,  is  passed 
ofl  as  the  absent  husband  who,  to  his 
amusement  and  Joan's  bewilderment, 
must  be  divorced  next  day  by  Joan  so 
as  to  keep  Nazi  Joslyn  from  getting  sus- 

To  boil  it  down  they  make  a  monkey 
out  of  the  major.   That  part  we  loved. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Not  hotter  than 
Dutch  love,  we  assure  you. 

Whispering  Ghosts 
(20th  Century-Fox) 

it's  About:  A  smart-aleck  radio  detec- 
tive who  runs  into  real  trouble. 

jkA  ILTON  BERLE  goes  on  the  air  each 
IVI  week  and  unravels  mysteries  given 
up  by  the  police.  But  when  Milton  at- 
tempts to  solve  the  murder  of  an  old  sea 
dog  he  goes  to  his  abandoned  boat,  runs 
into  two  ham  actors  hired  to  frame  Berle 
into  a  nervous  collapse,  Brenda  Joyce, 
niece  of  the  murdered  man  in  search  of 
hidden  jewels,  and  several  other  unin- 
vited guests. 

John  Carradine  is  precious  as  one  of 
the  ham  actors,  Willie  Best  funny  as 
Berle 's  colored  valet,  and  Berle  himself 
sharp  as  a  tack. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Quite  a  sassy  little 

The  Man  Who  Wouldn't  Die 
(20th  Century-Fox) 

It's  About:  A  corpse  that  commits  mur- 

THEY  buried  the  dead  man  in  the  forest, 
'  but  that  night  when  Marjorie  Weaver 
is  shot  at,  they  hurry  to  the  grave  to 
discover  that  the  corpse  is  missing. 

Frightened  silly,  Miss  Weaver  pre- 
tends Lloyd  Nolan  (who  is  really  Michael 
Shayne,  a  detective)  is  her  new  husband 
in  order  that  he  may  solve  the  mystery. 
When  Henry  Wilcoxon,  family  physician, 
proves  to  be  the  next  victim,  Nolan 
quickly  grabs  the  murderer. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Too  farfetched. 

Suicide  Squadron  (Republic) 

It's  About:  The  romance  between  a  Polish 
flyer  and  an  American  reporter. 

ANTON  WALBROOK  gives  another 
sterling  performance  as  a  Polish  piano 
virtuoso  on  a  concert  tour  through  the 
States.  Here  he  meets  and  marries  Sally 
Gray,  an  American  girl,  who  tries  to  keep 
him  by  her  side. 

But  the  musician-flyer  is  anxious  and 
determined  to  get  back  to  Europe  to 
fight  for  his  native  Poland  and  so  he 
leaves  his  bride  and  goes  to  the  front. 
The  actual  fight  scenes,  filmed  from 
R.A.F.  Spitfires,  are  exceedingly  impres- 
sive for  their  authenticity  and  thrilling 

Derrick  De  Marney,  Irish  pal  of  Wal- 
brook's,  gives  a  bang-up  performance. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  If  you  aren't  weary 
of  war  fare. 

The  Corpse  Vanishes  (Monogram) 

It's  About:  A  modern  Bluebeard. 

IMAGINE,  if  you  can,  brides  mysteri- 
'  ously  disappearing  right  and  left  to  be 
seen  no  more.  A  gal   reporter,  Luana 

Walters,  finally  can  endure  it  no  longer 
(bravo)  and  sets  out  to  investigate. 
Through  a  clue  of  poisoned  orchids  she 
traces  the  missing  brides  to  the  fright- 
wig  lair  of  Bela  Lugosi,  a  screwy  scientist, 
where  perfectly  dreadful  doings  have 
been  done. 

We  have  one  suggestion  to  make.  Send 
this  to  the  land  of  the  rising  scum  and  if 
it  doesn't  scare  the  Japs  out  of  their  wits, 
they'll  die  from  laughter.  It  can't  miss 
either  way. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Corpses,  get  thee 

The  Mystery  Of  Marie  Roget 

It's  About:  An    actress    who  disappears 


THEY  find  the  body  of  Maria  Montez,  a 
'  missing  actress,  in  the  river — her  face 
clawed  beyond  recognition.  But  alas, 
when  the  police,  with  clever  Patric 
Knowles  in  charge,  are  about  to  close  the 
case  the  actress  herself  walks  in.  She 
has  been  erroneously  identified. 

Then  it  turns  out  the  actress  planned  to 
murder  her  sister  Camille,  but  before  she 
can  carry  out  her  fearful  purpose  she  is 
really  murdered. 

Over  Paris  rooftops  and  down  lanes  go 
the  pursuers  after  the  murderer,  lending 
quite  a  bit  of  action  to  the  gruesome 
proceedings.  Eddie  Norris  is  the  so- 
called  villain. 

Why  must  people  always  be  murdered 
in  movies,  we  rise  up  to  ask. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  We  sit  right  down 
again.    No  one  knows. 

True  To  The  Army  (Paramount) 

It's  About:  A  refugee  from  racketeers 
who  hides  in  an  Army  camp. 

jUDY  CANOVA,  a  tightrope  walker  of 
all  things,  sees  a  murder  committed 
which  makes  her  a  dangerous  woman  to 
have  around.  So  Judy  flees  the  mur- 
derers and  lands  in  an  Army  camp  where 
she  is  disguised  as  a  soldier  by  her  beau 
Jerry  Colonna  and  stage  star  Allan  Jones, 
a  private  in  the  Army. 

Of  course,  Judy  gets  a  chance  to  sing 
and  monkey-doodle  around  when  Jones 
puts  on  shows  to  keep  up  the  soldiers" 
morale.  They  got  ours  down  to  below 
sea  level. 

We  like  Ann  Miller's  snappy  tapping 
and  William  Demarest's  befuddlement  as 
the  top  sergeant,  though. 

Your  Reviewer  Soys:  So  this  is  what  goes 
on  in  Army  campsi 

Mississippi  Gambler  (Universal) 

It's  About:  A  reporter  who  traces  down  a 
race-track  murderer. 

YOU  can  go  out  for  a  smoke  while  this 
one  is  on,  for  we  warn  you  sitting 
through  it  isn't  worth  the  effort. 

If  you  care  at  all,  it's  about  a  reporter 
(Kent  Taylor)  who  never  forgets  a  face. 
Witnessing  the  murder  of  a  jockey  as 
he's  about  to  cross  the  finish  line,  Taylor 
grabs  a  cab  and  starts  a  thousand-mile 
chase  that  ends  up  in  the  discovery  of 
the  murderer,  disguised  through  plastic 
surgery.  But  he  didn't  fool  us.  Bub,  did 

Frances  Langford  sings.  There's  no 
reason  for  singing,  that  we  promise  you. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Prittle-prattle. 


PHOTOPL.w  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Murder  In  The  Big  House 

It's  About:  A  young  reporter  ivho  dis- 
covers the  reason  for  an  electrocution 
that  occurs  too  soon. 

A CONVICT  was  electrocuted  one  hour 
before  the  set  time.  A  young  reporter 
Van  Johnson  sets  out  to  find  why.  With 
the  aid  of  Faye  Emerson,  the  editor's 
secretary,  and  George  Meeker,  a  sea- 
soned reporter,  he  uncovers  a  pyolitical 
frame-up  that  almost  leads  to  another 

',  None  of  this  is  terribly  important  or 
f  even  halfway  so,  for  our  money. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Minor  league  stuff. 

I  Was  Framed  (Warners) 

It's  About:  A  reporter  framed  on  a  mur- 
der charge. 

POLITICAL  crooks  frame  their  enemy, 
a  newspaper  photographer,  by  slug- 
ging him  into  unconsciousness,  sprinkling 
his  clothes  with  liquor  and  placing  him 
behind  the  wheel  of  a  car  that  runs  down 
three  p>eople. 

The  reporter,  Michael  Ames,  breaks 
jail,  flees  with  his  wife  Julie  Bishop, 
about  to  have  a  baby,  to  another  town, 
becomes  a  newspaper  editor,  is  black- 
mailed and  finally  discovers  he's  been 
cleared  of  the  former  charge. 

If  there  is  one  amongst  us  who  cares 
a  hoot  about  aU  this,  let  him  speak  now 
or  forever  hold  his  peace. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  We've  all  been 

Scattergood  Rides  High 

It's  About:  A  small-tow7i  philosopher 
helps  a  lad  to  find  his  place  in  the  world. 

GUY  KIBBEE  grows  more  and  more 
into  an  actual  replica  of  Clarence 
Buddington  Kelland's  famous  Scatter- 
good  Baines.  In  this  episode  he  aids 
Kenneth  Howell,  whose  father  died  in  a 
sulky  race,  in  getting  back  his  father's 
favorite  horses  by  outwitting  a  small- 
town snob  with  a  henpecked  husband. 

Jed  Prouty  is  very  good  as  the 
trampled-upon  husband.  The  race  scenes 
are  most  interesting.  There's  a  warm 
homey  coziness  about  these  stories  that's 

most  endearing  because-  it  is  so  very 
typical  of  an  American  way  of  life. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  A   family  affair. 

Affairs  Of  Jimmy  Valentine 

It's  About:  A  radio  publicity  stunt  that 
leads  to  murder. 

I S  there  a  Jimmy  Valentine  in  the 
town?  A  man  who  once  cracked  safes 
and  who  now  cracks  only  jokes?  Well, 
there's  a  reward  of  $10,000  posted  for  his 
identity  and  that's  where  the  monkey 
business  starts  to  develop  in  this  picture. 
Dennis  O'Keefe  is  the  brash  young  radio 
publicity  man  who  thinks  up  this  gag  of 
locating  a  Jimmy  Valentine  to  revive  a 
drooping  radio  serial.  He  finds  his  Val- 
entine all  right,  but  it  leads  only  to  mur- 
der— two  murders,  in  fact. 

Gloria  Dickson,  who  loves  O'Keefe 
and  who  loses  him,  is  very  good.  Little 
Ruth  Terry  as  the  daughter  is  dynamite 
in  a  small  bundle. 

The  murderer?  Save  your  breath, 
we're  not  telling. 

Your  Reviewer  Soys:     Fair  to  middling. 

^  RIDE  'EM  COWBOY— Universal:  Bud  Abbott 
and  Lou  Costello,  peanut  venders  from  a  New 
York  rndeo,  land  on  a  dude  ranch  out  West  at  the 
same  time  as  would-be  Western  hero  Dick  Foran 
and  meet  Anne  Gwynne.  There  are  several  hilarious 
moments.  (May) 

'  RIGHT  TO  THE  HEART— 20th  Century-Fox: 
The  mi-Kture  of  life  at  a  fighters'  training  camp 
with  romance  provides  good  entertainment  in  this 
little  picture,  with  Joseph  Allen  Jr.  as  a  wealthy 
plavbov.  Brenda  Joyce  is  the  owner's  daughter,  and 
Cobin.T  Wright  Jr.  the  socialite.  It's  human  and 

.w"  RIO  R/r^— M-G-M:  This  isn't  the  old  "Rio 
I  Rita,"  but  it  has  Abbott  and  Costello,  which  makes 
1  up  for  an  incredibly  confused  job  of  story  writing. 
;  The  p  i''  have  never  been  funnier  as  they  blunder 
'  into  I  I'lot  laid  by  Nazis  in  a  Texas  resort. 

'iKath  '>n  and  John  Carroll  provide  the 

jsinsi-  .  I  )  ■  Miance  and  Pat  Dane,  Tom  Conway 
and  I'cter  Whitney  are  spies.  (June) 

<ROAD  TO  HAPPINESS— Monogram:  John 
'Boles  is  back  again,  handsomer  than  ever,  in  this 
(heart-warming  story  that  has  John  returning  from 
Europe  to  find  his  wife.  Mona  Barrie.  has  divorced 
I  him.  He  takes  son  Billy  Lee  out  of  school  and 
Ibrings  him  home  to  a  furnished  room.  Mr.  Boles 
1  sings  delightfully  and  Billy  does  a  fine  job.  (April) 

I/'  ROXIE  HART— 20th  Century-Fox:  Ginger 
Rogers  plays  the  brazen,  tawdry  Roxie  who  agrees 
jto  take  a  murder  rap  for  the  resultant  publicity. 
lAdolphe  Menjou,  the  theatrical  defense  attorney; 
I  George  Montgomery,  reporter;  William  Frawley 
'and  Lynne  Overman  add  up  to  a  strong  cast.  (April) 

SALUTE  TO  COURACE—M-G-M:  Conrad  Veidt 
.expertly  handles  a  dual  role  in  this  melodrama,  that 
'of  twin  brothers,  on*?  a  loyal  American  and  the 

other  a  Nazi.  Ann  Ayars  is  very  good  as  the  spy 

caught   in  the  intrigue,  but   it's  Veidt 's  picture. 


jSKCRET  AGENT  OF  JAPAN— 2()th  Century- 
.Fox:  agent  Lynn  Bari  calls  for  a  mysterious 
(letter  at  the  Shanghai  night  club  run  by  Preston 
j  Foster.  Foster,  who  thinks  she's  employed  by  the 
Japs,  gets  into  the  fray,  and  finally  discovers  the 
head  man  of  the  Japs.  Noel  Madison,  Sen  Yung, 
(Miss  Bari  and  Mr.  Foster  are  swell,  and  the  story's 
jquite  exciting.  (June) 

'shut  my   big   AfOC/rH— Columbia-    Joe  E. 

; Brown  gives  you  plenty  of  laughs  as  the  wealthy 
horticulturist  who  goes  out  West  with  his  valet, 
Fritz  Feld.  to  beautify  the  desert.  (May) 

\SLEEPYTIME  C/4L— Republic :  A  hodgepodge 
'about  three  hotel  chefs.  Billv  Gilbert.  Fritz  Feld. 
land  Jay  Novello,  who  help  Judy  Canova  impersonate 
|a  night  club  singer  so  she  can  win  a  contest  to  sing 
iwith  Skinnay  Ennis's  band,  but  Harold  Huber, 
jgangster  promoter  of  the  real  singer,  Ruth  Terry, 
(kind  of  messes  up  the  plans.  (June) 

U.VrFFK  SMITH.  YARD  B/J?D— Monogram : 
15«i(^.v  Smith,  played  by  Bud  Duncan,  a  moon- 
ishiner  who  escapes  revcnuers.  finds  himself  in  an 

Army  camp,  Snufliy  has  to  pull  some  tricks  before 

the  Army  will  let  him  stay.  (April) 

Brief  Reviews 

(Continued  from  page  22) 

^  S0.\'  OF  FURY— 20th  Century-Fox:  A  rip- 
snorter  movie,  with  George  Sanders  as  the  cruel 
baronet  who  abuses  his  nephew,  Tyrone  Power, 
until  Tyrone  assaults  him  and  must  flee  England. 
With  John  Carradine,  he  goes  to  a  tropical  island 
where  he  finds  a  fortune  in  pearls  and  lovely  Gene 
Tierney,  and  then  returns  to  England.  Roddy  Mc- 
Dowall  is  the  young  Tyrone.  (April) 

✓  SONG  OF  THE  ISLANDS— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  W^e  can  hand  this  story  very  little,  but  the 
picture  has  sex,  music,  comedy,  Betty  (5rable  in 
a  grass  skirt,  Victor  Mature  in  a  sarong.  Techni- 
color scenery,  the  clowning  of  Jack  Oakie  and 
Hilo  Hattie  and  grand  performances  by  Thomas 
Mitchell  and  George  Barbier.  What  else  would 
you  want?  (May) 

THIS  TIME  FOR  KEEPS— U-G-M:  Ann  Ruth- 
erford and  Robert  Sterling  find  their  first  year  of 
marriage  pretty  shaky  going.  It  doesn't  help  any 
when  Sterling  goes  to  work  for  his  father-in-law, 
Guy  Kibbee.  It's  a  nice  little  film.  (May) 

\/^^  TO  BE  OR  NOT  TO  S£— Korda-U.A. : 
Carole  Lombard's  last  picture  remains  a  fitting 
tribute  to  her  beauty  and  personality.  She  plays 
the  wife  of  Jack  Benny,  both  stars,  who  along  with 
their  troupe  are  caught  in  Poland  by  the  Nazi  in- 
vasion but  manage  to  upset  the  Gestapo.  (May) 

Century-Fox:  A  whooper  dooper  service  picture  that 
is  bound  to  stir  the  patriotism  of  all  .-Xmericans, 
proud  of  their  Marines.  The  story  is  the  familiar 
one  of  the  smart-aleck,  John  Payne,  who  antagonizes 
his  fellows,  and  later  proves  himself  a  hero.  Ran- 
dolph Scott,  Maureen  O'Hara  as  the  Army  nurse 
who  loves  Payne,  Nancy  Kelly  and  William  Tracy 
are  all  very  good.  (June) 

TORPEDO  BOAT— Paramount:  Richard  Arlen 
and  Phil  Terry  conceive  a  device  for  projecting 
both  planes  into  the  air  and  torpedo  boats  into  the 
water  from  the  same  carrier  in  this  timely  and 
exciting  picture.  Jean  Parker  and  Cecelia  Parker 
are  very  good.  (May) 

TRAGEDY  AT  MIDNIGHT.  ^—Republic:  A 
too-anaemic  Thin  Man  is  this  mystery  story  about 
a  radio  detective,  John  Howard,  who,  with  his 
wife  Margaret  Lindsay,  moves  into  an  apartment 
vacated  by  Miles  Mander  and  Mona  Barrie  and 
run  smack  into  a  little  murder  mystery.  (May) 

TREAT  'EM  ROaCH— Universal :  Smartly  paced 
yarn  about  a  prize  fighter,  Eddie  Albert,  who,  with 
Peggy  Moran,  helps  clear  his  father,  whose  books 
show  a  shortage.  (April) 

^  TUTTLES  OF  TAHITI,  r/-/£— RKO-Radio: 
.\  novel  and  refreshingly  different  story  of  the  im- 
provident clan  of  Tuttles  who  dislike  work  and  have 
a  whale  of  a  good  time.  Charles  Laughton  is  at  his 
best  as  the  lackadaisical  head  of  the  enormous 
family,  and  Jon  Hall  is  his  sailor  son  who  returns 
home  and  falls  in  love  with  neighbor  Peggy  Drake. 
It's  quaint  and  amusing  and  so  well  done.  (June) 

TH'-O  YANKS  IN  TRI NIDAD— Columbia:  Racke- 
teers Pat  O'Brian  and  Brian  Donlevy  join  the  army 

and  keep  up  all  their  old  enmity  and  constant  bed- 
lamming,  even  falling  in  love  with  the  same  girl, 
Janet  Blair,  night  club  singer.  Sergeant  I)onald 
MacBride  does  his  best  to  put  the  crimp  on  the 
boy's  activities,  which  makes  for  a  lot  of  laughs. 
It's  gusty  and  rowdy.  (June) 

^  VALLEY  OF  THE  5t;.V—RKO  Radio:  Pic- 
turesque and  romantic  is  this  light-hearted  Western, 
with  James  Craig  preventing  the  marriage  of  Lu- 
cille Ball  to  Dean  Jagger,  a  crooked  Indian  agent. 
Craig's  fight  for  Jagger's  life  with  the  Indian, 
Gerontmo,  played  by  Tom  Tyler,  is  terrifically  sus- 
penseful.  An  escapist  piece.  (April) 

✓  WE  WERE  DANCING— M-G-M:  Melvyn 
Douglas,  a  Viennese  baron,  and  Norma  Shearer,  a 
Polish  countess,  elope  on  the  eve  of  Norma's  wed- 
ding to  wealthy  Lee  Bowman,  and  the  penniless 
pair  make  a  profession  of  being  house  guests  of  the 
rich,  which  works  splendidly  until  Melvyn  meets 
Gail  Patrick.   It's  all  too,  too  gay.  (April) 

WHO  IS  HOPE  SCHUYLER?— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  Five  women  are  suspected  of  being  a  secret 
political  ringleader  and  spiritualist  using  the  name 
of  Hope  Schuyler  and  wanted  as  witness  in  a  bribery 
trial.  Is  she  Mary  Howard.  Sheila  Ryan.  Janis 
Carter.  Rose  Hobart  or  Joan  Valerie?  S'ou'll  find 
out  when  almost  everyone  has  been  killed.  \Vith 
John  Payne,  Joseph  Allen  Jr.,  and  Ricardo  Cortez. 

WILD  BILL  HICKOK  RIDES— Warners:  This 
is  the  same  Western  you've  seen  before,  only  this 
time  Constance  Bennett  is  the  shady-lady  heroine 
and  Bruce  Cabot  is  the  noble  hero,  and  Warren 
William  is  the  villainous  bad  man.  (May) 

arine Hepburn  plays  a  famous  columnist  who  falls 
in  love  with  and  marries  sports  writer  Spencer 
Tracy  but  is  so  wrapped  up  in  her  career  that  her 
marriage  takes  second  place,  which  doesn't  suit 
Tracy  at  all.   It's  gay,  smart,  funny.  (April) 

Barry  Nelson  is  a  taxicab  hero  who  is  offered  the 
job  of  piloting  trucks  over  the  Burma  Road.  There 
he  meets  Laraine  Day.    Timely.  (April) 

YOKEL  BOK— Republic:  Alan  Mowbray,  head  of 
a  Hollywood  studio,  brings  on  the  Nation's  Number 
One  ^Iovie  Fan,  Eddie  Foy  Jr.,  to  advise  on  stories, 
but  the  result  is  that  Public  Enemy  Number  One 
takes  over  and  eventually  saves  the  studio  from 
ruin.  Albert  Dekker  as  the  gangster  and  Joan 
Davis,  his  warbling  sister,  are  quite  good,  but  it's 
corn.  (June) 

YOUNG  AMERICA— 20th  Century-Fox:  If  you're 
a  Jane  Withers  loyalist,  then  see  this  last  picture 
of  hers  for  20th  Century-Fox.  After  a  story  like 
this,  no  wonder  she  wants  to  leave.  It's  all  about 
how  Jane,  a  snooty  city  girl,  gets  herself  straight 
ened  out  by  the  ideals  of  the  4-H  Clubs.  (Slay) 

^  YOU'RE  IN  THE  ARMY  NOW— Warners: 
Packed  with  gags  is  this  comedy  of  two  vacuum 
cleaner  salesmen,  Jimmy  Durante  and  Phil  Silvers, 
who  find  themselves  in  the  Army.  Donald  MacBride 
is  the  colonel,  and  Jane  Wyman  his  daughter,  who 
shares  the  romantic  interest  with  Regis  Toomey 

Jli-Y.  1942 


Casts  of  Current  Pictures 

public: Mike  Jason,  Dennis  O'Kcefe;  Bonnie 
Forbes,  Ruth  Terry;  Cleo  Arden  Gloria  Dickson; 
Tom  Forbes,  Roman  Bohnen;  Mousey,  George  E. 
Stone;  Cheevers  Snow.  Spencer  Charters;  Cyrus 
Bullard,  William  B.  Davidson;  Mickey  Forbes, 
Bobby  Larson;  Ed  Stanley,  Joe  Cunningham;  Chief 
Dan  Kady,  Roscoe  Atcs. 

"CORPSE  VANISHES,  THE"— Monogram: 
Doctor  Lorenz,  Bela  Lugosi;  Patricia  Hunter,  Luana 
Walters;  Doctor  Foster,  Tristram  Coffin;  Countess, 
Elizabeth  Russell;  Mrs.  Fayah,  Minerva  Urecal; 
Mike.  George  Eldridge;  An<icl,  Frank  Moran; 
Keenan.  Kenneth  Harlan;  Sandy,  Vince  Barnett; 
Beyyy,  Gviv-n  Kenyon;  Phyllis,  Gladys  Faye; 
Altce,  Joan  Barclay;  Toby,  Angelo  Rossi. 

"I  MARRIED  AN  ANGEL"— MG-M :  Anna 
and  Brii/iiitta,  Jeanette  MacDonald;  Count  Palaffi, 
Nelson  Eddy;  Peter.  Edward  Everett  Horton; 
Peggy,  Binnie  Barnes;  "Whiskers,"  Reginald 
Owen;  Baron  Szigethy,  Douglass  Dutnbrille;  Ma- 
rika,  Mona  Maris;  Sufi.  Jams  Carter;  Iren,  Inez 
Cooper;  Zinski,  Leonid  Kinskey;  Polly,  Anne  Jef- 
freys; Dolly,  Marion  Rosamond. 

"I  WAS  FRAMED"— Warners:  Ken  Marshall, 
Michael  .■\rnes;  Ruth  Marshall.  Julie  Bishop;  Bob 
Leeds,  Regis  Toomey;  Penny  Marshall,  Patty  Hale; 
Clubby  Blake,  John  Harmon;  Dr.  Phillip  Black, 
Aldrich  Bowker;  Gordon  Locke,  Roland  Drew; 
Cal  Beamish,  Oscar  O'Shea;  Ben  Belden,  Wade 
Boteler;  Stuart  Gaines.  Howard  Hickman;  Paul 
Brenner,  Norman  Willis;  D.  L.  Wallace.  Hobart 
Bosworth ;  Police  Chief  Taylcrr,  Guy  Usher;  Kit 
Carson,  Sam  McDaniel. 

"IN  THIS  OUR  LIFE"— Warners:  Stanley 
Timberlake,  Bette  Davis;  Roy  Timberlake,  Olivia 
de  Havilland;  Craig  Fleming.  George  Brent;  Peter 
Kingsmill.  Dennis  Morgan;  William  Fitzroy, 
Charles  Coburn;  Asa  Timberlake,  Frank  Craven; 
Lavinia  Timberlake,  Billie  Burke:  Mincrim  Clay, 
Hattie  McDaniel;  Betty  Wilmoth,  Lee  Patrick; 
Charlotte  Fitzroy,  Mary  Servoss;  Parry  Clay, 
Ernest  Anderson;  Jim  Purdy.  William  B.  David- 
son; Dr.  Buchanan,  Edward  Fielding;  Inspector, 
John  Hamilton;  Forrest  Ranger,  William  Forest. 

"JL'KE  GIRL" — Warners:  Lola  Mears,  Ann 
Sheridan;  .Stcx'c  Talbot.  Ronald  Reagan;  Danny 
Frazier,  Richard  Whorf;  Nick  Garcos.  George 
Tobias;  Yippee,  Alan  Hale;  Henry  Madden,  Gene 
Lockhart;  Skceter,  Betty  Brewer;  Cully.  Howard 
da  Silva;  "Muckeye"  John,  Donald  MacBride; 
Mister  Just,  Willard  Robertson;  Violet  Murphy, 
Faye  Emerson;  Jo-Mo,  Willie  Best;  [ke  Harper, 
Fuzzy  Knight;  Keeno,  Spencer  Charters;  Paley. 
William  B.  Davidson;  Truck  Driver,  Frank  Wil- 
cox; Watchman,  William  Haade. 

"MAN  WHO  WOULDN'T  DIE.  THE"— 20th 
Century- Fox:  Michael  Shayne,  Lloyd  Nolan; 
Catherine  Wolff,  Marjorie  \Veaver;  Anne  Wolff, 
Helene  Reynolds:  Doctur  Haggard,  Henry  Wil- 
coxon;  Roger  Blake,  Richard  Derr;  Dudley  Wolff, 
Paul  Harvey;  Phillips.  Billy  Bevan;  Chief  Meek, 

Olin  Howland;  Alfred  Dunning,  Robert  Emmett 
Keane;  Zorah  Bey.  LeRoy  Mason;  Coroner  Larsen, 
Jeff  Corey;  Caretaker,  Francis  Ford. 

"MISSISSIPPI  GAMBLER"  — Universal  : 
Johnny  Forbes,  Kent  Taylor;  Beth  Cornell,  Frances 
Langford;  fiancij  Carvel,  John  Litel;  Gladys  La 
Verne,  Claire  Dodd;  Milton  Davis,  Shemp  Howard; 
Chet  Mathews,  Douglas  Fowlcy;  Brandon,  Wade 
Boteler;  Inspector  Dexter,  Eddie  Dunn;  Jud  Hig- 
gins,  Aldrich  Bowker;  Sheriff  Calkins,  Harry 

".MOKEY"— M-G-M:  Herbert  Delano,  Dan 
Dailey,  Jr.;  Anthea  Delano,  Donna  Reed;  Mokey 
Delano,  Bobby  Blake;  Booker  7.  Currtby,  Cordefl 
Hickman;  Brother  Cumby.  William  "Buckwheat" 
Thomas;  Cindy  Molishus,  Etta  McDaniel;  Begonia 
Cumby,  Marcella  Morcland;  Pat  Esel,  George 
Lloyd;  Mr.  PfniuHoton  Matt  Moore;  Aunt  Deedy, 
Cleo  Desmond;  Mr.  Graham,  Cliff  Clark;  Mrs. 
Graham,  Mary  Field;  Brickley  Autry,  Bobby 
Stebbins;  Uncle  Ben,  Sam  McDaniel. 

"MOONTIDE"— 20th  Century-Fox:  Bobo,  Jean 
Gabin;  Anna,  Ida  Lupino;  Tiny.  Thomas  Mitchell; 
Nutsy,  Claude  Rains;  Dr.  Brothers,  Jerome  Cowan; 
Woman  on  Boat,  Helene  Reynolds;  Reverend 
Price,  Ralph  Byrd;  Bartender,  William  Halligan; 
Takeo,  Sen  Yung;  Hir'ota.  Chester  Gan;  Mildred. 
Robin  Raymond;  Pop  Kellv,  Arthur  Aylesworth; 
Hotel  Clerk  Arthur  Hohl :  Mac,  John  Kelly; 
Policeman,  Ralph  Dunn;  Mr.  Simpson,  TuUy 
Marshall;  First  Waiter,  Tom  Dugan. 

"MURDER  IN  THE  BIG  HOUSE"— Warners: 
Gladys  Wayne,  Faye  Emerson;  Bert  Bell,  Van 
Johnson;  Scoop  Conner,  George  Meeker;  Randall, 
Frank  Wilcox;  Dapper  Dan  Malloy,  Michael  Ames; 
Mile-Away  Gordon,  Roland  Drew;  Mrs.  Gordon, 
Ruth  Ford:  Jim  Ainslce,  Joseph  Crehan;  Warden 
John  Bevins,  William  Gould;  Bill  Burgen,  Douglas 
Wood;  Prison  Doctor,  John  Maxwell;  Chief  Elec- 
trician. Pat  McVeigh;  Guard.  Dick  Rich;  Keeper, 
Fred  Kelsey;  Mike.  Bill  Phillips;  Ramstead,  Jack 
Mower;  Ritter,  Creighton  Hale;  Chaplain,  Henry 

"MY  GAL  SAL"— 20th  Century-Fox:  Sally 
Elliott,  Rita  Hayworth;  Paul  Dresser,  Victor 
Mature;  Fred  Haviland,  John  Sutton;  Mae  Collins, 
Carole  Landis;  Pat  Howley.  James  Gleason;  Wiley, 
Phil  Silvers;  Co/oHe/  Truckee,  Walter  Catlett; 
Countess  Rossini,  Mona  Maris;  McGuiness,  Frank 
Orth;  Mr.  Dreiser,  Stanley  Andrews;  Mrs.  Dreiser, 
Margaret  Moffat:  Ida.  Libby  Taylor;  John  L.  Sul- 
livan, John  Kelly;  De  Rochemont,  Curt  Bois; 
Dancing  Partner,  Hermes  Pan;  Monsieur  Garnier, 
Gregory  Gaye;  Corbin.  Andrew  Tombes;  Henri, 
Albert  Conti;  Tailor,  Charles  Amt. 

Universal:  Dupin.  Patric  Knowles;  Marie,  Maria 
Montez;  Mme.  Roget.  Maria  Ouspenskaya;  Beau- 
vais,  John  Litel;  Marcel,  Edward  Norris;  Gobelin, 
Lloyd  Corrigan;  Camille,  Nell  O'Day;  Magistrate, 
Frank  Reicher;  Mons.  De  Luc,  Clyde  Fillmore; 
Gardener,  Paul  Burns;  Madame  De  Luc,  Norma 

Drury;  Detective  John  Maxwell;  Detective,  Paul 
Bryar;  Curator,  Charles  Middleton;  Detective,  Bill 
Ruhl;  Naval  Officer,  Reed  Hadley. 

"RINGS  ON  HER  FINGERS  •—20th  Century- 
Fox:  John  Wheeler,  Henry  Fonda;  Susan  Milter 
(Linda  Worthmgton),  Gene  Tierney;  Warren, 
Laird  Cregar;  Ted  Fenwick,  John  Shepperd; 
Colonel,  Henry  Stephenson;  Mrs.  Maybelle  Worth- 
ington.  Spring  Byington;  Mrs.  Fenwick,  Marjorie 
Gate.son;  Fenwick,  Sr.,  George  Lessey;  Kellogg, 
Frank  Orth;  Charles,  Clive  Morgan;  Peggy,  Iris 
Adrian;  Captain  Beasley,  Thurston  Hall;  Mrs. 
Beasley,  Clara  Blandick;  Captain  Hurley,  Charles 
Wilson;  Paul,  Edgar  Morton;  Chick,  George  Lloyd; 
Mrs.  Clancy,  Sarah  Edwards;  .\ltss  Calianan, 
Gwendolyn  Logan;  Miss  Alderney,  Evelyn  Mul- 
hall;  Landlady,  Kathryn  Sheldon. 

"SABOTEUR"— Universal:  Pat,  Priscilla  Lane; 
Barry  Kane,  Robert  Cummings;  Fry,  Norman  Lloyd; 
Tobin,  Otto  Kruger;  Mr.  Miller,  Vaugban  Glaser; 
Truck  Driver,  Murray  Alper;  Mrs.  .Mason,  Doro- 
thy Peterson:  Mrs.  Sutton,  Alma  Kruger. 

Radio:  Scattergood  Baines,  Guv  Kibljee:  Mr.  Van 
Pelt,  Jed  Prouty;  Helen  Van  Pelt,  Dorothy  Moore; 
Dan  Knox,  Charles  Lind;  Phillip  Dane,  Kenneth 
Howell;  Mrs.  Van  Pelt,  Regina  Wallace;  Mrs. 
Dane,  Frances  Carson;  Cromwell,  Arthur  Ayles- 
worth; Hipp,  Paul  White;  Toby,  Phillip  Hurlic; 
Martin  Knox,  Walter  S.  Baldwin,  Jr.;  Trainer, 
Lee  Phelps. 

"SING  FOR  YOUR  SUPPER'— Columbia; 
Evelyn  Palmar.  Jinx  Falkenburg;  Larry  Ha\s. 
Charles  Buddy  Rogers;  "The  Mad  Russian."  Bert 
Gordon;  Barbara  Stevens,  Eve  Arden;  Wing  Boley, 
Don  Beddoe;  Kay  .l/arti'n,  Bernadene  Hayes;  .Uyryn 
T.  Hayworth,  Henry  Kolker;  William,  Benny 
Baker;  Bonzo,  Dewey  Robinson.  • 

"SPOILERS,  THE"— Universal:  Cherry  Ma- 
lotte,  Marlene  Dietrich;  Alexander  McNamara, 
Randolph  Scott;  Roy  Glennister,  John  Wayne; 
Helen  Chester,  Margaret  Lindsay;  Judge  Stillman. 
Samuel  S.  Hinds;  Dextry,  Harry  Carey;  Bronco 
Kid,  Richard  Barthelmess;  Wheat  en.  W'illiani 
Farnum;  Idabelle,  Marietta  Canty;  Robert  Service, 

"SUICIDE  SQUADRON"— Republic:  Stefan 
Radctzky,  Anton  Walbrook;  Carol  Peters,  Sally 
Gray;  .Mike  Carroll,  Derrick  De  Marney  ;  Specialist, 
Cecil  Parker;  Bill  Peters,  Percy  Parsons;  De  Guise, 
Kenneth  Kent;  Resident  Physician,  J.  H.  Roberts; 
Shorty,  Guy  Middleton;  British  Commander,  John 
Laurie;  Polish  Bomber  Commander,  Frederick  \'alk. 

"TAKE  A  LETTER,  DARLING"— Paramount: 
A.  M.  MacGregor.  Rosalind  Russell:  Tom  Verney, 
Fred  MacMurray;  Jonathan  Caiduvll.  Macdonald 
Carey;  Ethel  Caldwell.  Constance  Moore;  G.  B.  At- 
water,  Robert  Benchley:  Fud  Newton,  Charles 
Arnt;  Uncle  George.  Cecil  Kellaway;  Aunt  Minnie. 
Kathleen  Howard;  Aunt  Judy,  Margaret  Seddon; 
Moses,  Doole?  W'ilson;  Sam.  Georre  H.  Rted: 
Sally.  Margaret  Hayes;  Mickey  Dowling,  Sonny 
Boy  Williams;  Secretary,  John  Holland. 

"TORTILLA  FLAT"— M-G-M:  Pilon.  Spencer 
Tracy;  Dolores  "Szceets"  Ramirez,  Hedy  Lamarr; 
Danny,  John  Garfield;  The  Pirate.  Frank  Morgan; 
Pablo.  Akim  Tamiroff;  Tito  Ralph.  Sheldon  Leon 
ard;  Jose  .Maria  Corcoran,  John  Oualen;  Paul  D. 
Cummings.  Donald  Meek;  Mrs.  Torretii,  Connie 
Gilchrist;  Pcrtagee  Joe.  Allen  Jenkins:  Father  Ra- 
mon. Henry  O'Neill;  Mrs.  Marcllis.  Mercedes 
Ruffino;  Senora  Teresina,  Nina  Campana;  .Mr. 
Brown.  Arthur  Space;  Ccsca,  Betty  Wells;  T,  r. 
rclJi,  Harry  Burns. 

"TRUE  TO  THE  ARMY"— Paramount :  Z\:  ... 
Hawkins.  Judy  Canova:  Private  Stephen 
Allan  Jones;  Vicky  Marlcncr.  Ann  ililler;  Private 
J.  Wethersby  Fothergill.  "Pinky."  Jerry  Colonna. 

"TWIN  BEDS  "— Small-U.  A.:  Mike  Abbott. 
George  Brent;  Julie  Abbott,  Joan  Bennett;  .Xicolai 
Chcrupin.  Mischa  Auer;  Lydia,  Una  Merkel; 
Sonya.  Glenda  Farrell;  Larky.  Ernest  Truex; 
Norah.  Margaret  Hamilton;  Butler,  Charles  Cole 
man;  Manager.  Charles  Arnt. 

"WHISPERING  GHOSTS"— 20th  Century 
Fox:  £.  H.  Van  Buren.  .Milton  Berle:  Elizr.'-  - 
Woods.  Brenda  Joyce:  David  Courtland.  1 
Shelton:  Xorbcrt  (Long  Jack).  John  Carr.i.i  ■it- 
Euclid  White.  Willie  Best:  Gilpin.  Edmund  M.ic 
Donald;  Inspector  .\'orris.  Arthur  Hohl:  Jonathan 
Flack,  Grady  Sutton:  Doctor  Bascomb.  Milton  Par 
sons:  Mac  Wolf.  Abner  Bibberman:  Meg.  Rem 
Riano;  Gruber,  Charles  Halton;  Conroy,  Harr> 

"WIFE  TAKES  A  FLYER.  THE  "—Columbia 
Anita  Wovcrman,  Joan  Bennett;  Christopher  Rcy 
nolds.  Franchot  Tone;  .Major  Zcllt'ritz.  .Mlyr 
Joslyn:  Countess  Oldenburg,  Cecil  Cunningham; 
Keith.  Roger  Clark:  Thomas  H'o^'ernun.  Lloyi 
Corrigan;  Mullcr.  Lyle  Latell;  Mrs.  Wczcrman 
Georgia  Caine:  .Maria  Ifoverman.  Barbara  Brown; 
.'a»i.  Erskine  Sanford;  .-idolph  Birtjelbocr,  Cheste- 
Clute:  Hcndrik  U  cKCrman.  Hans  Conried;  Zanten 
Romaine  Callender:  Chief  Justice.  Aubrey  Mather 
Guslav.  William  Edmunds:  Mrs.  Brandt.  Curtis 
Railing;  .Miss  I'pdike.  Nora  Cecil;  Capt.  Sciimui- 
nick.  Kurt  Katcn;  The  Twins.  Margaret  Seddon; 
Kale  MacKenna:  Major  Wilson.  Gordon  Richards. 

A  decorated  Bob  Hope  decorates  Photoplay-Movie  Mirror.  The 
Hope's  seen  with  his  medals — and  Claudette  Colbert — at  the 
rehearsal  of  Hollywood's  big  Victory  Caravan   (see  page  8) 


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6  to  8  tender  pastry  tart  shells 

I  jar  Signet  Cherries  (Bing  or  Royal  Anne) 

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Drain  juloe  from  jar  of  Signet  Cherries.  Aild 
water  to  mal<i?  2  cups.  Heat  to  bollinK.  Keriii)\e 
from  heal.  Add  gelatine;  sllr  until  dissolviil 
Chill  until  jelly  begins  to  thicken.  Fill  the  pa 
try  shells  with  well  drained  eherrle.s.  Over  il 
cherries,  pour  the  thickened  Jelly.  Chill  un 
jelly  is  tlrrn.  Top  with  whipped  cream,  if  desii  r 
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cool  and  satis  jyiag  .  .  . 

I  jar  Signet  Bartlett  Pears 

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3  or  4  vanilla  wafers 

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I  jar  Signet  Fruit  Salad 

I  pkg.  cream  cheese  (3  oz.) 
\U  cup  mayonnaise 

I  tablespoon  lemon  Juice 
Vz  cup  evaporated  milk,  whipped 
(or  whipping  cream,  if  preferred) 

I  tablespoon  gelatine  (unflavored) 

Drain  juice  from  Signet  Fruit  Salad.  Soflm 
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over  low  flame  until  gelatine  is  dissolved.  Cool.- 
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greens.  Pill  center  with  the  remaining  fruii. 
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Afeep  tAe  Blitz  from  /our  Bab/ ! 

Poor  little  China  baby,  scared  of  war  so  close  and  dreadful.  What's  to  prevent  that 
hap])ening  here,  in  your  town,  to  YOUR  baby? 

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And  the  supplies  and  machines  for  successful  war  cost  money.  Will  you  help? 

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Where's  the  money  coming  from? 

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Sam.  He'll  put  it  to  work  for  America.  He 
will  give  you  a  written  promise  to  pay  it  back 
in  10  years,  with  interest  (2.9%  a  year).  If 
that  promise  isn't  good,  nothing's  good.  But 
because  this  is  America,  it  IS  good. 

How  con  you  chip  in? 

By  buying  War  Savings  Bonds.  You  can  buy 
one  today  for  $18.75.  It  is  worth  .$2.5.00 

when  Uncle  Sam  pays  you  back  m  10  years. 

INSTALLMENT  payments? 

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A  piei  e  o(  legal  paper,  official  promise  from 
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plus  interest.  The  Bond  will  be  regisu  ied  in 
your  name.  Keep  it  safelv  put  away. 

Can  you  CASH  a  Bond? 

Yes,  ari\  tune  6H  da\s  alter  vou  buy  it,  if  vou 
get  in  a  jam  and  need  money,  you  ran  cash  a 
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WHERE  can  you  buy  War  Savings  Bonds 
and  Stamps? 

.At  your  nearest  Post  Office.  .At  a  bank.  .At 
many  stores  all  over  the  country. 


Om  enemies  have  been  getting  re.idy  for  the 
past  7  or  8  years.  .Are  you  going  to  wait  till 
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Beauty  isn't  the  only  talisman  to 
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can  be  yours  if  your  smile  is  right! 

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smile,  self-conscious  and  shy— but  a  big 
heart-warming  smile  that  brightens  your 
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If  you  want  a  winning  smile  like  that 
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remember  this  important  fact:  your  gums 
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"Pink  Tooth  Brush"— 
a  Warning  Signal 

So  if  there's  ever  the  slightest  tinge  of 
"pink"  on  your  tooth  brush,  see  your  den- 
tist right  away! 

He  may  simply  tell  you  that  your  gums 
have  become  tender  and  spongy,  robbed 
of  natural  exercise,  by  our  modern, 
creamy  foods.  And  if,  like  thousands  of 
other  modern  dentists,  he  suggests  the 
helpful  stimulation  of  Ipana  Tooth  Paste 

and  massage— be  guided  by  his  advice! 

For  Ipana  not  only  cleans  and  bright- 
ens your  teeth  but,  with  massage,  is  de- 
signed to  help  the  health  of  your  gums. 
Just  massage  a  little  Ipana  on  your  gums 
each  time  you  clean  your  teeth.  That  in- 
vigorating "tang"— exclusive  with  Ipana 
and  massage— means  circulation  is  quick- 
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iUGUST,  1942 


Published  In 
this  space 
every  month 

The  greatest 
star  of  the 
screen ■ 

The  theatre  is  now  the  junction  of  the 
Crossroads  to  Pleasure  and  Duty. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

For,  with  bonds  and  stamps  on  sale  in 
all  lobbies,  you  can  buy  your  two  tick- 
ets—one to  Joy,  one  to  Victory'. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

The  word  "crossroads"  throws  us  into 
a  paragraph  or  two  about  Jack  Conway. 
"Crossroads"  is  this  sure-fire  director's 
latest  film. 



no  less. 

back  to 

Possessing  the  charm  of  a  music-box 
and  the  gallantry  of  a  Walter  Raleigh, 
our  hero  Conway  has  worked  side  by 
side  with  this  leonine  columnist  for 
many  years. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

He  has  been  an  M-G-M  standby,  hav- 
ing directed  "Honky  Tonk",  "Boom 
Town",  "A  Yank  at  Oxford",  "Viva 
Villa"  and  a  whole  card-index  of  hits. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 
"Crossroads"  is  his  latest.  And  his  most 
different.  But  it  is  the  same  in  one  sense. 
It  is  a  hit.        ^     *  * 

William  Powell  gives  a  dramatic  per- 
formance that  provides  a  complete 
change  of  pace  from  his  equally  brilliant 
comedy-ness.  It  is  something  to  see. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

And  Hedy  Lamarr  is  something  to  see. 
too.  We  don't  know  about  you,  but 
Hedy  gets  us.  And  if  she  doesn't  get 
you,  there  are  a  lot  more  like  us  than 
like  you.    *     *  * 

"Crossroads"  is  ably  abetted  by  Claire 
Trevor,  Basil  Rathbone  and  Margaret 
Wycherly.  John  Kafka  and  Howard 
Emmett  Rogers  wrote  the  original 
story;  Guy  Trosper,  the  screen  play. 
Edwin  Knopf  produced. 

★  ★  ★  ★ 
An  incident  to  the 
drama  is  a  song  by 
Howard  Dietz  and 
Arthur  Schwartz,  en- 
titled "Till  You  Re- 
turn". It's  hum  but 
not  drum.   

AUGUST  1942 

VOL.  21,  NO.  3 


Editorial  Director 

n  no.  m  cx) 


Executive  Editor 
MARIAN    H.  QUINN,  Assistant  Editor 



Secret  Romance    Beth  Emerson  26 

Hollywood's  most  exciting  hidden  love  story:  Greer  Garson  and  Richard  Ney 

Twenty  Questions  I  Dare  Hollywood  to  Answer  Hedda  Hopper  28 

This  famous  columnist's  own  answers  will  burn  Hollywood  up! 

What  About  You?  Bette  Davis  30 

\\  you  know  people  like  these,  this  star  wonts  to  hear  from  you 

They  Named  the  Baby  Junior  Rosemary  West  32 

Exclusive  stork  scoop!  An  interview  with  the  daughter  of  Alice  Faye  and  Phil  Harris 

How  Clark  Gable  Is  Conquering  Loneliness   Ruth  Waterbury  34 

Little  Miss  Dynamite  Roberta  Ormiston  36 

A  bombastic  resume  of  Veronica  Lake's  amazing  twenty-three  years 

What  Hollywood  Thinks  of  Gary  Cooper  William  F,  French  39 

They  All  Kissed  the  Bride  Fiction  version  by  Marti  Secrest  41 

An  advance  glimpse  at  Joan  Crawford's  new  hit  picture 

Want  to  Play  Gin  Rummy?   43 

A  simple,  easy  way  to  leorn  how  to  play  the  game  that's  swept  the  country 

How  to  Make  Yourself  Important  Ronald  Reagan  44 

(As  told  to  Gladys  Hall) 
Tales  of  a  Tail  Coat  


An  amusing  preview  of  Twentieth  Century-Fox's  amazing  "Tales  Of  Manhattan' 

g  preview 

Highroad  to  Hollywood  Dixie  Willson  50 

You  must  get  to  know  Julie  Burns;  she  might  be  you 

What  I  Don't  Like  about  Jeanette  Says  Nelson  Eddy  to  Morion  Rhea  54 
What  I  Don't  Like  about  Nelson 

Soys  Jeanette  MacDonald  to  Marian  Rhea  55 

Nelson  and  Jeanette  split  their  differences;  end  up  raving  mod — about  each  other! 

Hollywood's  Secret  Heortbreoker  Adele  Whitely  Fletcher  56 

The  startling  details  of  his  romances  were  kept  secret — until  now 

The  Truth  about  Stars'  Backgrounds  "Fearless"  65 


Joan   Crawford   40 


Color  Portraits  of 

These  Popular  Stars: 

Gene  Tierney   33 

Clark    Gable   35         Mary   Martin   47 

Gary  Cooper   38         John   Garfield   53 


Close  Ups  and  Long  Shots —  Brief  Reviews  22 

Ruth   Waterbury   4     Lady  In  the  Pink  .  59 

Inside  Stuff — Col  York   6     You  Can  Look  As  Smart  As  a 

The  Shadow  Stage    16        Star — Evelyn   Kaye  62 

Speak  for  Yourse  If    20     Casts  of  Current  Pictures      .  102 

COVER:  The  American  Flag,  Naturol  Color  Photograph  by  Paul  Hesse 
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AUGUST.  1942 

A  f  HOLLf  WOOD 




The  way  Brenda  Marshall  saw 
husband  Bill  Holden  off  to  camp 
is  something  for  the  books 

The  Victory  Caravan  showed  up  Miss  Colbert 
(rehearsing  here  with  Frank  McHugh  and 
writer  Matt  Brooks)  for  what  she  really  was 


To  BE  or  not  to  be  a  dependent  .  . 
that  is  the  Hollywood  question  .  .  . 
Consider,  for  instance,  the  pain  of 
this  .  .  .  there  is  a  lad  in  our  town 
and  he  was  wondrous  wise  ...  as  he 
began  climbing  the  fame  ladder,  he 
decided  he  could  go  further  as  a 
bachelor  ...  so  he  shrugged  off  the 
wife  of  his  bosom,  together  with  his 
child  .  .  .  and  went  on  alone.  .  .  . 

Everything  was  dandy  ...  he  had 
a  good  friend,  also  an  actor,  who  had 
admired  his  wife  and  child  ...  in  fact, 
the  friend  admired  them  so  much  that 
after  the  divorce  finals  were  staged,  he 
"married  the  wife  .  .  .  there  were  no 
bruised  feelings  anywhere  .  .  .  the 
first  husband  kept  on  climbing  and  the 
second  husband  went  along  on  an  even 
professional  keel  until  that  subject  of 
the  war  and  dependents  was  brought 
up.  .  .  . 

Then  came  the  draft  and  the  pay- 
off .  .  .  the  first  gent  has  gone  to  war 
because  his  board  ruled  him  very  lA 
.  .  .  the  second  hasn't  .  .  .  he's  3A 
because  of  his  dependents — the  wife 
and  child  his  erstwhile  pal  dis- 
carded. .  .  . 

There  is  also  the  hob  that  the  Axis 
is  raising  with  the  "ex"  dependents 
.  .  .  it's  that  Axis  that  made  Washing- 
ton consider  limiting  top  salaries  to  a 
skinny  old  $25,000  a  year  after  Federal 
and  State  taxes  are  paid  .  .  .  barely 
enough  to  keep  a  good  Hollywood 
yacht  on  .  .  .  and  what  is  an  actor 
with  three  or  four  alimony  wives  or  a 

girl  with  too  many  ex-husbands  to  do 
then,  poor  things.  .  .  . 

I  know  one  Hollywood  gentleman, 
for  example,  whose  taxes  on  his  estate 
alone  .  .  .  not  his  government  or  state 
income  tax,  you  understand,  but 
merely  his  real  estate  tax  on  his  simple 
Beverly  Hills  shack  .  .  .  run  to  a  tidy 
$18,000  a  year  .  you  know,  merely 
twenty-eight  rooms  and  twenty-six 
baths  but  they  call  it  home.  .  .  well, 
what's  a  star  to  do  then  when  he's 
also  got  relatives  by  the  score.  .  .  . 

The  pain  of  decision  enters  here, 
too  .  .  .  relatives  are  not  something 
like  candy  that  you  can  give  up  if  you 
only  have  sufficient  will  power  .  .  . 
there  is,  for  instance,  the  sad,  sad 
plight  of  the  star  who  is  now  living 
dramatically  with  his  fourth  wife  .  . 
it's  the  wife  who  is  dramatic  .  .  so 
much  so,  in  fact,  that  when  the  actor 
married  her  and  was  asked  if  she  had 
been  a  working  girl  when  he  wed  her, 
and  if  so,  at  what,  he  said,  very  simply, 
"Love".  .  .  . 

This  actor  isn't  too  happy  even  with 
wife  number  four  but  since  his  ali- 
mony to  the  three  wives  preceding 
eats  up  much  more  than  $25,000  yearly 
— he'll  just  have  to  stick,  and  possibly 
starve.  .  .  . 

I  don't  mean  to  infer  that  this  crazy 
village  which  is  my  favorite  spot  on 
earth  is  all  like  this  in  wartime  .  .  . 
there  are  lots  of  good,  sensible  econ- 
omies going  around  and  genuine, 
deeply  sincere  patriotic  sacrifices  be- 

ing made  .  .  .  but  the  things  I've  told 
you  above  are  for  the  laughs  .  .  .  and 
the  things  I'll  tell  you  now  have  some 
laughs  in  them,  too,  though  some  of 
them  are  touching  things.  .  .  . 

FOR  that,  to  me,  is  one  of  the  deep 
delights  of  Hollywood  ...  no  mat- 
ter how  serious  the  subject,  Hollywood 
will  always  try  to  take  it  with  amuse- 
ment .  .  .  take  it  that  way  since 
actors  and  actresses  are  really  the  best 
sports  on  earth.  .  .  . 

The  day  Brenda  Marshall  suddenly 
got  word  that  Bill  Holden  was  leaving 
his  induction  center  and  entraining  for 
some  distant  camp  was  one  of  those 
very  serious,  yet  a  laugh-with-a- 
tear-in-it  things.  .  .  . 

Brenda  was  working  at  the  studio 
when  she  suddenly  got  the  word  that 
Bill  was  entraining  .  .  .  she  rushed 
off  the  set  like  a  mad  thing  and  hurled 
herself  through  the  heavy  traffic  that 
clutters  all  roads  between  Burbank 
and  Los  Angeles  .  .  .  but  these  days, 
everyone  in  Hollywood  drives  at  the 
pace  of  a  half-dead  snail  and  Brenda 
kept  getting  entangled  with  drivers 
going  in  pairs,  so  that  there  was  no 
passing  them,  at  a  sturdy  twenty  miles 
an  hour  .  .  .  finally,  frantically,  she 
made  the  station,  only  to  discover  it 
an  absolute  sea  of  men  in  uniform.  .  .  . 

"There  I'd  always  thought  Bill  the 
most  distinctive-looking  man  in  the 
world,"  wails  Brenda.  "There  I'd  al- 
ways boasted  {Continued  on  page  94) 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  tcith  movie  mirroii 

~  says" 


V  says 

I- 1 



A  faramouni  Uttur*  with 


mEr-"""BEHCHLEY-  '"'""MOORE 

CECIL  KELLAWAY  •    Directed  by  MITCHELL  LEISEN   •  Screen  Play  by  Claude  Binyon 






AUGUST,  1942 

The  dog-gone  cute  picture  all  Holly- 
wood's talking  about:  Jack  Benny  and 
his  bewhiskered  friend  give  a  simultane- 
ous yawn  to  beauteous  Ann  Sheridan 

MacDonald,  one  of  the  best  golfers 
in  Hollywood  (to  say  nothing  of 
his  hoofing)  is  engaged  to  cute  little 
Betty  Asher  of  the  M-G-M  publicity 
department.  .  .  . 

George  Sanders'  announcement  that 
he  built  his  new  house  in  a  poor 
neighborhood  in  order  to  save  taxes 
brought  the  whole  neighborhood  down 
on  his  head  in  a  lump.  Georgie  is 
almost  afraid  to  poke  his  nose  out  his 
new  door  these  days.  .  .  . 

Bette  Davis,  who  is  padded  and 
made  homely  as  well  as  fat  for  her 
role  in  "Now  Voyageur,"  makes  one 

statement  to  all  visiting  soldiers. 
"Please  promise  to  come  back  and  see 
me  when  I  grow  better  looking  in  this 
picture.  Don't,  please,  carry  about  a 
mental  picture  of  me  like  this." 

Everyone  cheerfully  agrees  to 
return.  .  .  . 

Paramount  Studios  firmly  state  that 
if  Madeleine  Carroll  is  married  to 
Stirling  Hayden  they  know  nothing 
of  it.  There  the  matter  rests  as  far 
as  they're  concerned. 

Good-bye,  Darling:  On  a  shady 
avenue  in  Beverly  Hills,  directly 
across  from  each  other,  lived  a  man, 

an  actor  named  Herbert  Marshall,  and 
a  little  girl,  his  child  by  a  former 

Each  evening  at  a  certain  hour  they 
met,  the  father  and  little  girl,  for  a 
quiet  stroll  together.  This  hour,  cher- 
ished by  the  little  girl,  became  the 
dearest  thing  to  her  heart. 

And  then  one  evening  the  man  had 
to  tell  his  daughter  he  was  moving 
away.  A  new  baby  was  coming  and 
a  bigger  house  was  needed;  their  eve- 
ning walks  would  necessarily  be  in- 
terrupted but  he  would  try  to  resume 
them  as  soon  as  he  could. 

And  so  they  {Continued  on  page  8) 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 



m  YORK 

y4s  hong  as  there 
are  Men  hike 
Him  there  IV 'II 
Always  be  a  Free 


4  Stoo 








Original  Screen  Play  by  Abem  Finkel  &  Harry  Chandlee 
I  and  Howard  Koch  &  John  Huston  •  Music  by  Max  Sterner 
[produced  by  JESSE  L.  LASKY  and  HAL  B.  WALLIS 




j  AUGUST,  1942 

You  can't  afford  to  miss  it . . . 
you  can  afford  to  see  it  now! 



Returned  by  Demand  after  One  Whole  Year  of  Acclaim! 




The  glory  of 
America's  most 
reckless  era 
sweeps  power- 
fully across  the 


With  John 
Wayne  and 
Binnie  Barnes 
matched  in  a 
drama  of  love 
and  conflict! 


Thrills  pile  upon  thrills  in 
this  most  action-packed  of 


sagas ! 




Helen  Parrish 

Patsy  Kelly 
Edgai  Kennedy 
Dick  Purcell 

It's  a 


Two  gals  chin;  two 
guys  listen  in: 
Linda  Darnell,  Ann 
Sothern,  Cesar  Ro- 
mero, Dick  Derr  at 
the    Ice  Capades 

Michele  Morgan, 
grinning  to  make 
a  rare  picture  at 
the  same  event, 
freezes  Bob  Tap- 
linger — for  fun 

{Continued  from  page  6) 
kissed  each  other  good-by  one  eve- 
ning under  an  elm  tree  and  the  little 
girl  walked  slowly  into  her  house 
and  across  the  street  the  man  slowly 
walked  into  his. 

Cal's    Alphabet    News  —  A:  Ann 

Harding,  the  beautiful,  returns  to  the 
screen  in  the  picture  "Watch  On  The 
Rhine,"  which  is  good  news. 

B:  Bambi,  the  Uttle  deer  of  Walt 
Disney's  beautiful  screen  poem,  is 
Hollywood's  biggest  rave  since  Dopey 
the  dwarf. 

C:  Claudette  Colbert,  who  was  the 
hit  of  the  Victory  Caravan,  commutes 
between  California  and  Florida  where 
her  husband.  Dr.  Joel  Pressman,  is 

D:  Donna  Reed  announces  her  real 
heart  is  Jack  Nau.  the  boy  she  left 
behind,  now  a  flying  cadet  for  Uncle 

E:  Errol  Flynn  back  fi'om  Johns 
Hopkins  Hospital  after  a  physical 

F:  Frances  Langford  sent  her 
mother  to  keep  her  husband  Jon  Hall 
from  being  lonesome  while  she  toured 
the  camps  with  Bob  Hope.  Jon  and 
his  mother-in-law  hit  it  oflf  like  two 
old  pals. 

G:    George  Holmes  is  the  newest 

heartbeat  among  Hollywood  subdebs 
— and  debs,  we  might  add. 

H:  Harriet  Hilliard,  who  is  so  good 
as  Red  Skelton's  radio  partner,  joins 
him  in  an  M-G-M  movie. 

I:  Irene  Dunne  whooping  it  up  with 
the  cowboys  at  Las  Vegas,  Nevada, 
where  her  dentist  husband  is  backing 
a  project  for  building  defense  work- 
ers' homes. 

J:  Jane  Withers'  soda  fountain  bar 
will  remain  open  to  service  boys  while 
Janie  is  making  a  personal  appearance 
in  the  East. 

K:  Kay  Francis  announces  the 
rumors  linking  her  name  with  John 
Payne's  are  ridiculous  and.  John 
denies  them  only  with  his  eyes — 
when  looking  at  Sheila  Ryan. 

L:  Lana  Turner,  who  had  her 
M-G-M  bosses  walking  the  floor  over 
her  recent  New  York  jaunt,  has  been 
placed  on  a  strictly  stay-at-home 
regime  or  else,  by  her  studio. 

M:  Mary  Martin  claims  she's  hap- 
pier in  her  new  little  cottage  than  sho 
ever  was  in  her  swanky  Brentwooi: 
home.  Mary  believes  it's  back  to  the 
simple  life  for  everyone  from  now  on. 

N:  Norma  Shearer's  friends  are 
wondering  at  her  reported  engage- 
ment to  her  ski  teacher,  Martin  Ar- 
rouge,  who  is  so  much  younger. 

O:    Orson  Welles,  who  set  South 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

the  strange  "Bottle  Bacillus" 
regarded  by  many  authorities 
as  a  causative  agent  of  infec- 
tious dandruff. 

It  may  be  Infectious  Dandruff! 


that  this  grand,  simple  treatment  has 
brought  them  welcome  relief  from  dan- 
druff's distressing  symptoms. 

Start  tonight  with  the  easy,  delightful 
home  treatment — Listerine  Antiseptic  and 
massage.  It  has  helped  so  many  others,  it 
may  help  you.  Buy  the  large,  economy- 
size  bottle  today  and  save  money. 


MEN:  Douse  full  strength  Listcnnc  on  the  scalp 
morning  and  night. 

WOMEN:  Part  the  hair  at  various  places,  and 
apply  Listerine  Antiseptic. 

Always  follow  with  vigorous  and  persistent 
massage.  Listerine  is  the  same  antiseptic  that  has 
been  famous  for  more  than  50  years  as  a  gargle. 

DON'T  DENY  YOURSELF  all  the 
good  things  of  life.  Keep  on  using  the  new 

TELL-TALE  flakes,  itching  scalp  and 
inflammation — these  "ugly  custom- 
ers" may  be  a  warning  that  you  have  the 
infectious  type  of  dandruff,  the  type  in 
which  germs  are  active  on  your  scalp! 
[      They  may  be  a  danger  signal  that  mil- 
lions of  germs  are  at  work  on  your  scalp 
I    .  .  .  including  Pityrosporum  ovale,  the 
'   strange  "bottle  bacillus"  recognized  by 
many  foremost  authorities  as  a  causative 
j   agent  of  infectious  dandruff, 
j      Don't  delay.  Every  day  you  wait,  your 
'   condition  may  get  worse,  and  before  long 
you  may  have  a  stubborn  infection. 

Use  Medical  Treatment* 

Your  common  sense  tells  you  that  for 
a  case  of  infection,  in  which  germs  are 
active,  it's  wise  to  use  an  antiseptic  which 
quickly  attacks  large  numbers  of  germs. 
So,  for  infectious  dandruff,  use  Listerine 

Antiseptic  and  massage. 

Listerine  Antiseptic  kills  millions  of 
Pityrosporum  ovale  and  other  germs 
associated  with  infectious  dandtuflf. 

Those  ugly,  embarrassing  flakes  and 
scales  begin  to  disappear.  Itching  and  in- 
flammation are  relieved.  Your  scalp  feels 
fresher,  healthier,  your  hair  looks  cleaner. 

76%  Improved  in  Clinical  Tests 

And  here's  impressive  scientific  evi- 
dence of  Listerine's  effectiveness  in  com- 
bating dandruff  symptoms:  Under  the 
exacting,  severe  conditions  of  a  series  of 
clinical  tests,  76%  of  the  dandruff  sufferers 
who  used  Listerine  Antiseptic  and  massage 
twice  daily  showed  complete  disappear- 
ance of  or  marked  improvement  in  the 
symptoms,  within  a  month. 

In  addition  to  that,  countless  men  and 
women  all  over  America  report  joyously 

AUGUST.  1942 


Listening  to  Mo- 
cambo  nnusic — 
Ann  Miller  and 
Edmond  O'Brien. 
Below:  Talking  in 
Mocombo  tune: 
Vic  Mature  and 
Ca ro  I  e   Land  is 

SLACKS  at  the  war  plant,  slacks  at 
home,  slacks  indoors  and  out.  A 
streamlined  age  calls  for  streamlined  cos- 
tumes—and a  logical  part  of  this  stream- 
lining is  Tampax,  sanitary  protection 
worn  internally.  Being  worn  in  this  way, 
it  cannot  cause  any  bulk  or  bulge  what- 
ever. It  simply  cannot!  Furthermore,  you 
can  wear  Tampax  undetected  under  a 
modern  swim  suit— on  the  beach,  under 
a  shower  or  while  actually  swimming. 

Tampax  is  quick,  dainty  and  modern. 
Perfected  by  a  doctor.  Worn  by  many 
nurses.  Requires  no  belts,  pins  or  sani- 
tary deodorant.  Causes  no  chafing,  no 
odor.  Easy  disposal.  Tampax  is  made  of 
pure  surgical  cotton,  and  it  comes  to  you 
in  neat  applicators,  so  that  your  hands 
need  never  touch  the  Tampax! 

Three  sizes:  Regular,  Super,  Junior. 
(Super  gives  about  50%  additional  ab- 
sorbency.)  At  drug  stores  or  notion 
counters.  Introductory  box,  20(t.  Bar- 
gain Economy  Package  lasts  4  months 
average.  Don't  wait.  Buy  Tampax  now! 
Tampax  Incorporated,  Palmer,  Mass. 

A  ccepted for  Adve  rtising  by 
the  Journal  of  the  Ameri- 
can Medical  Association 

America  on  its  ear  during  his  recent 
movie  production,  will  be  back  in 
town  unengaged  and  minus  his  former 
heart,  Dolores  Del  Rio,  according  to 
his  pals. 

P:  Paul  Lukas  returns  to  Holly- 
wood for  his  stage  role  in  the  movie 
version  of  "Watch  On  The  Rhine," 
which  pleases  his  many  fans. 

Q:  Questions  as  to  the  status  of 
Bob  Stack  and  Errol  Flynn  draft  rat- 
ings are  embarrassing  the  studios  into 
a  "no  publicity"  campaign  on  the  boys. 

R:  Robert  Taylor  is  using  all  his 
powers  of  persuasion  to  get  into  the 
Air  Corps. 

S:  Sonja  Henie  and  husband  Dan 
Topping  have  been  having  her  former 
beau,  Ty  Power,  in  to  dinner  while 
Annabella  is  away — proving  the 
breach  between  Sonja  and  Ty  has 
finally  healed. 

T:  Tim  Holt,  Jack's  handsome  lad, 
signed  with  the  Air  Corps  and  dis- 
covered his  first  assignment  was  to 
make  six  Western  films  for  morale 
purposes.  And  after  he'd  graduated 
into  A's,  too. 

U:  Una  Merkel  and  her  Southern 
accent  keep  the  soldiers  at  the  U.S.O. 
centers  from  down  south  from  being 
too  homesick. 


V:  Veronica  Lake  has  Hollywood 
placing  bets  as  to  whether  she'll  skip 
her  career  and  leave  moviedom  flat  in 
order  to  join  husband  John  Detlie, 
who's  stationed  at  Seattle. 

W:  WilUam  Holden  has  requested 
his  wife  and  friends  to  address  his 
mail  to  Private  W.  F.  Beedle  Jr.  The 
Armj'  doesn't  know  him  by  his  screen 

X:  Marks  the  spot  on  which  Monty 
Woolley  fell  when  he  discovered  he'd 
been  exposed  to  mumps.  Monty  is 
afraid  his  beard  will  hide  the 

Y:  Yuma,  the  elopement  spot  for 
Hollywoodites,  has  a  pastor  whose 
cards  read  "Quiet  weddings — free 
dressing  rooms  and  showers." 

Z:  Zorina,  who's  in  the  running  for 
the  Maria  role  in  "For  Whom  The 
Bell  Tolls,"  is  causing  a  bell  to  toll 
mournfully  in  a  certain  Holl>^'ood 

Romance  Lane:  Leif  Erickson.  who 
is  in  Reno  divorcing  Frances  Farmer, 
has  met  and  fallen  for  pretty  Margaret 
Hayes,  who  was  Jeffrey  Lynn's  true 
love  before  he  left  for  the  Army  .... 

Freeman  Gosden  (Amos  of  the 
radio)   and  Gail  Patrick  are  seeing 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Irene  Dunne  and  husband  Dr.  Grif- 
fin line  up  to  look  over  the  buffet 
line  at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel 

each  other  in  quiet,  cozy  comers  these 
days.  .  .  . 

CharUe  Ruggles  is  all  dimples 
(Charlie's  are  strictly  masculine  and 
very  fetching)  since  his  marriage  to 
Marian  La  Barba,  former  wife  of  box- 
ing champion  Fidel  La  Barba.  .  .  . 

Friends  were  delighted  but  some- 
what amazed  to  hear  of  the  marriage 
in  London  of  little  Ruth  Howard, 
daughter  of  Leslie  Howard,  to  Captain 
Dale  Harris.  Ruth  seemed  only  a 
youngster  when  the  Howards  left  for 
London,  but  these  teen-agers  do  grow 
up,  don't  they?  .... 

Anne  Shirley  has  become  quite  the 
sought-after  young  lady  since  her  di- 
vorce from  John  Payne.  Anne's  recent 
and  most  ardent  suitor  is  Arthur 
Hornblow  Jr.,  divorced  husband  of 
Myrna  Loy. 

Private  Affair:  Bill  Holden  finally 
arrived  at  camp  and  was  assigned  his 
bunk.  Imagine  his  mingled  surprise 
and  chagrin,  however,  when  he  be- 
held Brcnda  Marshall's  picture  on  the 
wall  over  the  bunk  of  his  neighbor. 

"That's  a  pretty  girl,"  he  said  to  his 

"Yeah,  my  favorite  movie  star,"  the 
private  said.  "I'm  going  to  look  her 
up  when  I  get  leave.  Gee,  she's  sure 

AUGUST,  1942 






Screen  ploy  by  P.  J.  WOLFSON  •  From  o  itory  by  Gino  Kous  ond  Andrew  P.  Soil 

Directed  by  ALEXANDER  HALL  ■   Produced  by  EDWAID  KAUFMAN 



Which  Tampon 
Can  You  Trust? 



merits  your  confidence!  Enables  you  to 
wear  shorts,  bathing  suit,  slacks  or  play 
suit  any  day  you  wish !  Worn  internally. 
Fibs  provide  invisible  sanitary  protec- 
tion ...  no  pins,  pad  or  belt  ...  no 
chafing,  no  disposal  problem. 

FULL  DOZEN  ONLY  20<.Not8... 

not  10 . . .  but  12  for  20c.  When  you  buy 
Fibs,  you  pay  for  no  mechanical  gadget 
to  aid  insertion  . .  .  for  none  is  needed  ! 
Fibs  are  quilted  .  . .  easy  to  insert  with- 
out artificial  means.  The  quilting  pro- 
vides added  comfort,  and  safety,  too. 
Yet  Fibs  cost  less ! 

FIBS  —  the  Kotex*Ta 



NOT  8  — NOT  lO^BUT 
12  FOR  20* 

(AlraJ.-  Mark.  Keg.  U.       FiH.  Off.) 

Wot  a  picture — and 
pardon  any  lapses! 
Rosalind  Russell  jit- 
terbugs with  a  Cana- 
dian  Navy  sailor 
at  the   party .  .  . 

.  .  .  given  by  Basil  and  wife 
Ouida  Rathbone  for  the  Navy 
at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel 

beautiful.  Wish  I  could  meet  her 

"Maybe  you  can,"  Bill  said,  omit- 
ting the  fact  that  particular  star  was 
his  wife.  "Maybe  someday  we'll  both 
meet  her,"  Bill  said,  and  added  under 
his  breath,  "soon  and  again." 

The  Unsolved  Puzzle:  A  fan  writes 
in  to  say  she  agrees  Van  Hefiin  is  the 
grandest  young  actor  on  the  screen 
but — and  here's  where  the  puzzle 
comes  in — how  did  his  natural  kinky 
hair  suddenly  straighten  out  into  those 
gorgeous  waves? 

"Does  the  studio  have  some  secret 
formula,"  she  demands,  "or  did  love 
do  it?" 

Frankly,  we've  mulled  this  one  over 
ourselves,  for  Van's  hair  was  most 
kinky  last  time  we  saw  him.  But, 
surely,  his  falling  in  love  with  and 
marrying  cute  Frances  Neal  wouldn't 
straighten  it  out.  The  studio?  Oh, 
they  assume  that  wide-eyed  look  of 
innocence  when  asked  and  pretend 
they  don't  know  what  we  mean.  If  we 
ever  do  discover  the  secret,  we'll  let 
you  all  know. 

Cal's  Farewell  to  Ty:  We  sat  in  the 

sunshine  together,  Tyrone  Power  and 
Cal,  outside  the  sound  stage  of  "The 
Black  Swan."  "I  love  soaking  up  this 
sunshine."  he  said,  "feel  I  can't  get 
enough  of  it,  somehow,  before  I  go." 

Tyrone  leaves  as  soon  as  his  picture 
is  finished  for  a  Navy  air  job  in  the 
East.  "California  right  now  reminds 
me  somehow,''  he  said,  "of  a  woman 
that  a  man  has  made  up  his  mind  to 
leave,  yet  can't  shake  off.  Its  blue 
skies  and  bright  colors  are  put  on  to 
please  his  eye.  The  sea  beating  along 
the  coast  is  a  begging  whisper  not  to 
go.  The  beauty  of  its  hills  and  mild- 
ness of  its  climate  seem  purposely 
donned  to  lure  a  man  to  stay.  It's 
hard  to  say  no." 

We  agreed.  It  would  be  hard  to 
give  up  the  beauty  of  his  garden, 
especially  in  suinmer.  Annabella  will 
live  in  a  New  York  apartment  to  be 
near  Ty,  who  expects  to  be  stationed 
near  New  York.  Ty,  who  is  eager  to 
be  of  actual  service,  is  one  of  the  few 
really  big-bracket  stars  to  go.  Fans 
and  friends  will  miss  him.  But  they'll 
be  proud  of  him,  too. 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  mo\'ie  mirror 

Picture  of  a  Wallflower 
in  the  Making! 

Men  seldom  dance  twice  with  the  girl  who 
forgets  that  Mum  guards  charm! 

Ride  'Em  Stars:  The  motorcycle 
brigade  grows  in  Hollywood,  with 
male  stars  renouncing  their  cars  for 
the  two-wheeled  vehicle.  Clark  Gable 
drives  his  motorcycle  in  from  his 
ranch  to  the  studio  every  day  and  has 
even  joined  the  motorcycle  club  out 
in  the  Valley. 

Dick  Powell  spends  his  lunch  hour 
'  at  Paramount  polishing  up  his  ma- 

j     Dick  has  more  paraphernalia,  gog- 

j  gles,  helmets,  boots  and  leather  jackets 
than  ten  motorcyclists. 

Bob  Young  is  another  actor  who 
travels  the  twenty-five  miles  from  his 

;  ranch  to  M-G-M  Studios  on  his  cycle. 

I  George  Raft  and  Mack  Grey  whizzing 
along  Sunset  Boulevard  as  a  team  is 
a  familiar  sight  these  days.  But  the 
funniest  sight  of  all  was  Bob  Stack 
with  his  motorcycle  piled  into  a  taxi 
after  a  minor  smash-up. 

Yep,  the  motorcycle  craze  has  hit 
Hollywood  with  a  bang. 

And  the  girls?  Oh,  they  ride  on  the 
handle  bars  or  in  the  sidecars  and 

i  love  it. 

Round-Up  of  the  News:  Victor  Ma- 
ture has  been  switched  from  3A  to  lA 
in  the  draft  rating  and  will  march  off 
in  a  few  months  to  camp.  Cal  hopes 

lit  isn't  to  Fort  MacArthur  where  the 
boys  took  a  poll  to  determine  the  one 
lad  they'd  like  to  manhandle.  You've 
guessed  it — Hunk  of  Man  won.  .  .  . 

i  Phil  Harris  and  Alice  Faye  are 
sorry  to  disappoint  the  many  fans  who 

Sonja  Henle  matches  up  ring  and  ear- 
rings, matches  up  herself  as  a  pretty 
Mocambo  date  for  husband  Topping 
kUcusT,  1942 

10VELY  Amy  and  dashing  Bob  dance 
i  charmingly  together.  But  when  this 
waltz  is  over,  who  will  blame  him  if  he 
doesn't  ask  for  an  encore? 

Prettiness  and  grace,  a  sparkling  per- 
sonality, help  to  make  a  girl  popular. 
But  they  can't  hold  a  man  when  under- 
arms need  Mum. 

Amy  would  be  horrified  if  you  told 
her  her  fault.  Didn't  she  bathe  just  this 
evening?  But  that  refreshing  bath  only 
took  away  past  perspiration ...  it  can't 
prevent  risk  of  future  underarm  odor. 
The  more  fun,  the  more  exciting  an  eve- 

ning is . . .  the  more  a  girl  needs  Mum. 

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The  dress  has  one  sleeve;  umpteen  dia- 
mond bracelets  make  up  the  other;  and 
Lupe  Velez  wears  it  at  the  Mocambo 
with    Mexico's    Arturo    De  Cordova 

insisted  their  new  daughter  be  named 
Phil-lice,  a  combination  of  Phil's  and 
Alice's  name,  but  the  little  angel's 
(we  quote  Papa)  golden  hair  and  blue 
eyes  decided  them.  It's  Alice  Faye 
Harris  Junior,  no  less.  .  .  .  (See  story 
on  page  32.) 

Friends  heaved  a  sigh  of  rehef  when 
the  Rita  Hayworth-Ed  Judson  divorce 
came  ofif  without  a  breath  of  the 
much-threatened  scandal.  One  of  the 
two,  we  hear,  made  quite  a  settlement, 
but  we're  not  saying  who.  .  .  . 

Hedy  Lamarr  with  darkened  skin 
that  brings  out  her  green  eyes  and 
flashing  teeth  for  her  role  in  "White 
Cargo"  is  the  most  breathlessly  lovely 
thing  Hollywood  has  ever  seen.  And 
with  a  white  silk  jersey  sarong  yet! 

Hello — Good-By:  M-G-M  has  never 
quite  forgiven  John  Shelton,  whom 
they  dropped  from  their  contract  list, 
for  returning  and  carrying  off  as  his 
wife  their  brightest  hope,  Kathryn 

Grayson.  When  John  telephones  his 
wife  at  the  studio,  the  conversation 
goes  on  uninterruptedly  for  some 
minutes  and  then  suddenly  the  con- 
nection is  cut.  Someone  whispered  to 
Cal  the  studio  beheves  too  much  con- 
versation makes  Kathryn  a  bit 
nervous,  which  adds  to  the  rumor  that 
the  little  Grayson  isn't  looking  too 
happy  these  days. 

Sells    Bonds    and    Grows  Thin: 

Another  record-breaking  bond  tour 
has  just  been  completed  by  Dorothy 
Lamour,  a  wonder  girl  at  the  business 
of  extracting  dollars  from  pockets  for 
Uncle  Sam. 

But  Paramoimt,  w^hile  pleased  as 
punch  with  their  star  saleslady,  had 
cause  to  grow  concerned  as  the  tour 
progressed  and  Dottie  grew  thinner 
and  thinner.  Finally,  alarmed  at  her 
rapid  loss  of  weight,  the  studio  con- 
sulted a  doctor  who  rushed  the  star 
a  gain-weight  diet.  To  those  who  may 


Finger  man  Lee  Bowmar 
takes  Mrs.  Bowman  out  tc 
dinner,  pulls  his  act  at  The 
Players,    star  hangout 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  icith  movie  mirro  i 

be  suffering  from  painful  thinness  we 
give  you  this  get-plump  quickly  diet. 
Every  hour  and  a  half  during  the  day 
eat  one  crushed  banana  with  cream 
and  watch  those  angles  turn  to  curves, 
i  It's  working  with  Dottie,  anyway. 

,  Read  All  About  It:  The  night  ball 
game  was  over,  crowds  were  pouring 
out  of  the  Hollywood  Stadium  and 
iiewsboys  were  screaming  their  wares. 
.'Read  all  about  it,  lady,"  a  newsie 
yelled.  "Famous  movie  star  gets  di- 
i/orced.  Pictures  and  everything.  It's 
not  news,  sister." 

The  woman  bought  the  paper  and 
ivith  fingers  that  shook  just  a  little 
;urned  the  pages  of  the  paper. 

So  it  was,  with  crowds  pushing  and 
jhoving,  Ann  Sothern  read  the  story 
jf  her  divorce  that  day  from  Roger 

It's  Corn  and  He  Grows  It:  "Come 
jn  over  and  see  my  Victory  Garden," 
iled  Skelton  said  one  recent  afternoon 
and  with  nothing  else  to  do,  but 
strongly  suspecting  Red  of  kidding 
ibout  the  garden,  we  went. 

Is  our  face  red?  Out  on  the  slopes 
Dehind  the  tennis  court  that  Red 
lopes  to  turn  into  an  open-air  theater 
"or  soldiers  is  Red's  garden  with  that 
vegetable  dearly  beloved  by  all  come- 
lians — corn — growing  like  mad.  What 
s  more.  Red  himself  tilled  the  soil, 
carried  the  rocks  to  keep  his  hillside 
larden  from  slipping  and  planted,  ac- 
;ording  to  his  little  blue  book,  every- 
;hing  in  its  proper  place.  We  know  he 
lid  this,  for  we  saw  the  trousers  he 
ATorked  in — the  worst  pair  of  patched 
-}\aid  pants  this  side  of  the  Ozarks. 
,  Red  and  Edna  have  given  over  their 
liearts  and  lives  to  entertaining  sol- 
diers in  camps  up  and  down  the  coast 
and  far  inland.  The  comedian's  been 
adopted  by  a  dozen  or  more  outfits 
vhat  have  painted  their  own  special 
smblems  on  Red's  car. 
■  "Honestly,"  Edna  said,  "Red  won't 
;ver  let  us  fill  the  swimming  "pool  in 
lopes  some  gun  position  will  occupy 
t  and  he  can  give  shows  to  the  boys 
dl  day  long." 

When  Red  and  Edna,  aren't  at 
lamps,  the  boys  come  to  them.  On  a 
•ecent  Sunday  one  soldier  of  a  large 
group  surveyed  Red's  lovely  Brent- 
wood home  and  said,  "I  can't  under- 
stand it.  A  redheaded  Irishman  and 
lot  a  broken  window  in  his  home." 

With  that  Red  picked  up  a  rock  and 
et  fly  through  the  living-room  win- 
low.  "Gee,  I  wondered  what  was 
ffTong  with  the  place  myself,"  Red 
jjrinned.  "I  feel  a  lot  more  at  home 
|iow,  with  a  broken  window." 
I  Cal  can  tell  you  he  hasn't  spent  a 
inore  enjoyable  afternoon  in  a  month 
f^hi  blue  Sundays.  For  that  perfectly 
patural  and  simple  couple  we  nomi- 
nate the  Skeltons  of  Hollywood. 
I  You  can't  beat  that  pair! 

ITCUST,  1942 

Don't  just  Dream  oF  Loveliness- 

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Don't  waste  time  idly  envying  the 
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This  exciting  idea  in 
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fully unaware  that  you  are  cleansing  your 
skin  improperly.  Or  that  you  are  using  a 
beauty  soap  that  isn't  mild  enough. 

Skin  specialists  advise  regular  cleans- 
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actually  milder  than  dozens  of  other  pop- 
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"Go  on  the  Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet!" 

Set  aside  30  days  in 
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The  very  first  treatment  will 
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Work  Caniuy  s  inildrr  lalln-r  over  your  skin,  pay- 
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follow  with  thirty  seconds  of  cold  splashing-t. 

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A  reliable  guide  to  recent  pictures.  One  check  nneans  good;  two  checks,  outstanding 

A  "best  of  the  year"  picture:  Greer  Gar- 
son  and  Walter  Pidgeon  in  "Mrs.  Miniver" 

Grim,  with  plenty  of  punch:  Veronica  Lake 
and  Alan  Ladd  in  "This  Gun  For  hHire" 

Mrs.  Miniver  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  T/ie  march  of  events  in 
the  life  of  an  English  family  during 
the  war. 

BY  far  the  best  picture  of  the  month 
and  high  among  the  best  of  the 
year  is  this  charming  and  appeaUng 
story  of  an  EngUsh  family  during 
this  world  war.  England  will  never 
have  finer  timber  than  these,  their 
Minivers;  people  who  live  bravely 
and  courageously  without  any  undue 
display  of  emotion  or  consciousness 
of  heroism. 

Greer  Garson  lends  surpassing 
charm  to  the  role  of  Mrs.  Miniver, 
wife  of  architect  Walter  Pidgeon  and 
mother  of  three  children.  Walter 
Pidgeon  is  ideal  as  the  husband. 

Teresa  Wright,  the  girl  who  becomes 
the  wife  of  the  older  Minivei^  son,  is 
heart-stirringly  real  and  lovely  and 
Richard  Ney  as  the  son  is  about  the 
most  important  thing  that's  happened 
to  M-G-M  since  Robert  Taylor.  Here 
is  an  actor  and  a  personality. 

Helmut  Dantine  gives,  the  best  in- 
terpretation of  a  Nazi  we  have  ever 
seen  on  the  screen.  Dame  May 
Whitty,  Reginald  Owen  and  Henry 
Travers  are  excellent. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Something  for 
Hollywood  to  be  proud  of. 

The  Best  Pictures  of  the  Month 

Mrs.  Miniver 
This  Gun  For  Hire 
This  Above  All 

Best  Perfornnances 

Greer  Garson  in  "Mrs.  Miniver" 

Teresa  Wright  in  "Mrs.  Miniver" 

Richard  Ney  in  "Mrs.  Miniver" 

Tyrone  Power  in  "This  Above  All" 

Joan  Fontaine  in  "This  Above  All" 

Alan  Ladd  in  "This  Gun  For  Hire" 

^  This  Gun  For  Hire  (Paramount) 

It's  About:  A  donhle-crossed  gunman 
who  seeks  revenge. 

A FOUR-COLUMN  news  item  is 
Alan  Ladd,  a  newcomer  who 
springs  into  big-time  notoriety  in  the 
role  of  the  killer  in  this  suspenseful 
thrilling,  chilling  melodrama. 

A  chemical  company,  ruled  by  a 
crazy  old  man.  is  engaged  in  mys- 
terious shipments.  The  blackmailer 
who  gets  wind  of  the  shipments  is 
bumped  off  by  a  hired  killer  who 
in  turn  is  double-crossed  by  the  man 
who  hired  him.  Into  the  net  of  in- 
trigue comes  a  night  club  entertainer 
who — but  we're  not  telling. 

Veronica*  Lake,  as  the  lady  who 
does  magic  tricks  while  she  chants  a 
sultry  tune,  has  never  been  better. 
Hers  is  a  sound  performance  that  has 
nothing  to  do  with  hair-over-one- 
eye  business. 

Laird  Cregar.  as  the  fat  and  sleek 
murder  stooge  who  hires  "the  gun" 
but  can't  bear  the  revolting  details  of 
the  deeds  he  orders  done,  is  terrific. 
Robert  Preston,  the  police  officer,  is 
good  though  sunk  in  a  throw-away 
part.  But  it's  Ladd  you'll  notice  and 
be  held  by.  mark  our  words. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  An  edge-of-the- 
soat  job  you  miisn't  miss. 



PHOTOPLAY  combined  uith  movie  mirrof 

Is  this  a  Honeymoon 

a  Rest  Cure? 

The  Shadow  Stage 

This  Above  All 
(20+h  Century-Fox) 

It's  About:  The  love  story  of  a  con- 
fused soldier  and  a  girl  who  harmon- 
izes his  heart  and  mind. 

IN  a  month  of  outstanding  pictures, 
"ThLs  Above  All"  shines  brilliantly 
,in  its  own  particular  niche  and  should 
rate  high  in  the  hearts  of  every  fan. 

Tyrone  Power  gives  one  of  his  best 
performances  as  the  bewildered  Eng- 
lish soldier,  veteran  of  Dunkirk,  who 
deserts  his  regiment  because  he  feels 
England's  leaders  are  stupid  and  the 
cause  clouded  with  unrighteousness. 
Love  clears  the  mind  and  heart  of 
this  boy  who  comes  to  realize  it's 
everlasting  peace  and  not  glory  Eng- 
land is  fighting  for. 

Joan  Fontaine  proves  her  Academy 
Award  trophy  to  be  no  flash-in-the- 
pan  award.  Her  performance  as  the 
girl  of  good  English  family  who  joins 
the  W.A.A.F's  and  who  meets  and 
loves  Power  is  imbued  with  mingled 
power  and  pathos.  Miss  Fontaine  is 
indeed  an  important  actress. 

Eric  Knight,  who  wrote  the  book, 
zan  have  no  complaint  concerning  its 
screen  interpretation.  Every  charac- 
ter, including  Thomas  Mitchell  as 
Tyrone's  army  pal,  Nigel  Bruce  as  the 
innkeeper,  Philip  Merivale  as  Joan's 
ohysician  father,  Gladys  Cooper  as 
the  snobbish  aunt,  are  expertly  drawn. 
And  somehow  audiences  feel  more 
understandingly  toward  the  English 
and  their  problems  after  seeing  this 
idling  and  tremendous  story. 

four  Reviewer  Says: 

pecommend  it. 

We  heartily 

I     ^  Her  Cardboard  Lover 
]  (M-G-M) 

t's  About:  A  bodyguard  against  love. 

QUITE  a  little  number  with  love, 
lots  and  lots  of  love,  oozing  from 
ts  every  pore.  With  Mr.  Robert  Tay- 
or  and  Miss  Norma  Shearer  and  Mr. 
jeorge  Sanders  giving  old  Cupid's 
py-product  a  whirl,  you  can  imagine 
low  very  warm  the  story  grows  at 

If  this  be  Miss  Shearer's  movie 
;wan  song,  as  has  been  intimated,  she 
eaves  us  with  a  very  fine  perform- 
jince  to  remember  her  by.  True,  at 
lines  Miss  Shearer  spreads  on  the 
listrionics  a  bit  thick,  but  the  role  is 
lifBcult  and  why  shouldn't  a  love- 
rustrated  woman  be  a  bit  hysterical 
it  times?  Anyway,  we  liked  her  and 
hink  you  will  too. 

It's  nice  to  see  Bob  Taylor  in  a 
traight  romantic  role  again.  Direc- 
or  Cukor  permits  Bob  to  get  a  bit 

juCUST.  1942 

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Columbia  Pictures  Star  J 

Hollywood  stars  can't  stop  to 
fix  their  hair  whenever  they'd  ^ffK^'tfJi 

like  to.  That's  why  so  many  of 

them  depend  on  Grip  -  Tuth.  '^<^2^ 
Grip-Tuth  looks  like  a  comb — but  isn't. 
This  non-metallic  hair  retainer  slides  into 
your  hair  in  a  jiffy — and  stays  there  until 
you  take  it  out !  And  that's  especially  im- 
portant if  you're  working  in  the  war 
effort,  where  you  must  keep  your  hair  up, 
out  of  the  way!  Try  one  to  hold  your 
wave.  Try  one  to  keep  your  hair  high  on 
the  sides.  Try  one  to  anchor  bows  or 
flowers  just  where  you  want  them !  Two  on 
a  card  (or  one  extra  length)  only  25c.  If 
notion  counter  or  beauty  shop  can't  sup- 
ply you,  send  25c  for  card.  State  hair  color. 

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pany, are  one  of  our  conlribulions  lo  National  Delenie 

sappy  at  times,  but  then  he's  a  pretty 
lovesick  boy,  remember.  Bob  you 
know,  is  in  love  with  Norma  who  hires 
him  to  protect  her  against  George 
Sanders  whom  she  really  loves  but 
who  is  bad  medicine  for  any  lady. 

Sanders  (what  an  actor!)  hasn't  as 
much  to  do  as  he  should  have  but 
manages  to  heel  up  the  place  when 
allowed  to.  Frank  McHugh  also  comes 
in  for  a  nice  bit  or  two. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Champagne 
cocktails  with  lots  of  bubbles. 

Grand  Cen+ral  Murder  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  The  unraveling  of  a  mys- 
tery murder. 

MANY  big-name  stars  have  begun 
their  motion-picture  careers  as 
screen  detectives,  and  Van  Hefiin, 
destined  for  stellar  rating,  is  no  excep- 
tion. To  his  role  of  the  amateur  de- 
tective who  unravels  the  mystery  of 
the  murdered  show  girl,  Heflin  brings 
distinction  and  class. 

Pat  Dane,  the  ruthless  little  climber, 
who  meets  death  in  the  Grand  Central 
Station,  is  beautiful  and  strangely 
convincing.  Virginia  Grey  as  Hefiin's 
wife,  and  Cecelia  Parker,  who  lost  her 
beau  to  the  scheming  Pat,  are  very 

As  to  "who  dunnit,"  have  fun  guess- 
ing— we're  not  telling. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Guess  and  guess 

My  Favorite  Spy 
(Harold  Lloyd-RKO-Radio) 

It's  About:  An  orchestra  leader  who 
becomes  an  F.B.I,  agent. 

KAY  KYSER  steps  farther  away 
from  his  band  in  this  amusing 
little  cupcake  to  display  his  talents 
solo  fashion.  As  a  frustrated  bride- 
groom who  is  yanked  into  the  Army 
on  his  wedding  day  to  be  released 
as  a  secret  member  of  the  F.B.I. ,  Kay 
is  quite  a  lad.  His  bride,  Ellen  Drew, 
is  unaware  of  his  F.B.I,  affiliation  and 
believes  the  worst  when  her  husband 
is  jailed  with  beautiful  Jane  Wyman, 
another  secret  agent.  The  climax  is 
quite  a  thing,  with  Kay  and  Ellen 
roughing  it  up  with  Nazi  agents.  Oh, 
sure,  the  band  is  heard  and  seen  once 
or  twice. 

Your  Reviewer  Says: 



Broadway  (Universal) 

It's  About:  A  movie  star  who  looks 
back  to  other  days. 

GANGSTERS,  night-club  enter- 
tainers, chorus  girls  and  sugar 
daddies  whirl  around  in  a  gay  melee 
in  this  remake   of   the   stage  play 

"Broadway,"  told  in  flash-back  fash- 
ion. George  Raft  plays  himself,  a 
motion -picture  star,  who  returns  to 
New  York,  steps  into  a  newly  con- 
structed bowling  alley  and  relates  his 
experiences  as  a  night-club  hoofer  to 
the  night  watchman.  As  George  teUs 
his  story  such  characters  as  Janet 
Blair,  his  sweetheart,  S.  Z.  Sakall,  the 
proprietor  of  the  club,  his  girl  friend, 
Marjorie  Rambeau,  and  gangster 
Broderick  Crawford  pass  in  review. 
In  the  chorus  line-up  are  such  cuties 
as  Anne  Gwynne,  Marie  Wilson,  Iris 
Adrian,  Elaine  Morey  and  Dorothy 

George's  hoofing  is  the  highlight  of 
the  story.  The  music  of  yesterday  is 
nostalgic  and  appealing. 

Your  Reviewer  Soys:  Rehash  with 
poached  egg. 

Syncopation  (RKO-Radio) 

It's  About:  A  lad  who  organizes  his 
own  band. 

THERE'S  about  as  much  sense  to  this 
little  ditty  as  there  is  to  a  cross- 
question  and  silly  answer  contest. 
It  wanders  about  aimlessly,  getting 
nowhere,  attempting  to  convey  the 
uselessness  of  a  musician's  fighting 
against  his  inner  urge  to  express  his 
individuality  in  music. 

Jackie  Cooper  is  the  boy  who  mar- 
ries Bonita  Granville,  a  belle  from 
New  Orleans,  joins  a  symphony  or- 
chestra and  leaves  it  to  organize  his 
own  band. 

The  one  and  only  redeeming  feature 
is  the  aggregation  of  popular  band 
leaders  for  a  fade-out  finale. 

Adolphe  Menjou  looks  uncomfort- 
able in  a  bit  role. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  A  great  big  dis- 

Once  Upon  A  Thursday  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  A  housemaid  who  deter- 
mines to  tell  all  in  book  form. 

REALLY,  it's  not  bad.  For  one  thing, 
the  acting  of  Marsha  Hunt  as  the 
maid  secretly  married  to  employer 
Richard  Carlson  lifts  it  above  the 
ordinary.  The  story  amused  us  as  well. 

Carlson,  returning  from  a  trip  tc 
Eskimo  land,  becomes  engaged  tc 
Frances  Drake,  believing  maid  Marsha 
has  long  since  divorced  him.  When  hi 
and  the  assembled  guests  at  the  en- 
gagement dinner  party  learn  Marsh, 
is  about  to  publish  a  book  of — shal. 
we  say  memories — blue  blood  turn> 
pale  pink  from  fright. 

Marjorie  Main  as  the  cook.  Virgi... 
Weidler  as  Carlson's  younger  sister, 
and  Allyn  Joslyn  are  most  amusing 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Gay  as  a  ging- 
ham lunch  cloth. 

(Contiiiiicd  071  page  95) 


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I  can  imagine,  to  some  small  degree, 
how  much  Carole  meant  to  you;  how 
you  miss  her  cheery  companionship, 
her  contagious  sportsmanship.  We'll 
all  miss  her — so  please  feel  that  we 
are  eager  to  share  your  sorrow. 

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us — the  millions  of  your  friends  and 
hers — and  beg  you  not  to  make  that 
loss  twofold.  We  can't  bring  Carole 
back,  but  we  can  try  to  persuade  you 
not  to  leave  us.  Won't  you  please 
stand  by?  The  papers  said  the  other 
day  that  you  wouldn't  make  any  more 
pictures.   Please  don't  do  that  to  us. 

I  think  Carole  herself  would  be  the 
first  to  urge  you  to  be  a  good  soldier 
and  not  desert  us.  We  wait  for  your 
pictures;  we  see  your  broad  grin  and 
you  make  us  forget  our  troubles  with 
that  wicked  twinkle  in  your  eye. 

You  can  do  more  for  morale  by 
giving  us  laughs  than  by  enlisting,  as 
it  is  also  rumored  you  may  do — and 
I'm  not  discounting  the  fact  that  your 
services  would  be  very  valuable  to 
Uncle  Sam.  But  what  I'm  trying  to 
say  is,  we  need  you  here.  Maybe, 
Clark,  in  helping  us  to  forget,  you'd 
be  helping  yourself,  a  little,  too. 

Mrs.  Marjorie  Truitt, 

Snowden,  N.  C. 

■Sec  Gable's  final  decision  on  p.  34. 




Joan  Davis  of  Republic's  "Yo- 
kel Boy"  kicks  up  her  heels. 
She's  just  heard  that  twenty- 
four-gun  salute  that  pays 
off  to  a  California  mem- 
ber of  the  khaki  brotherhood 
for  the  letter  on  page  81 

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LAST  night,  my  husband  and  I  went 
to  see  Katharine  Hepburn  and 
Spencer  Tracy  in  "Woman  Of  The 
Year."  We  were  in  a  solemn  mood 
because  that  afternoon  we  had  dis- 
cussed a  solution  for  a  problem  in 
our  marriage.  We  felt  that  life  was 
indeed  complicated  for  us.  Before 
many  minutes  the  antics  of  Katharine 
and  Spencer  convulsed  us  with  laugh- 
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fronted with  difficult  situations.  By 
the  time  that  Katharine  added  the 
yeast  cake  to  the  waffles  and  played 
"catch"  with  the  toast,  our  shoulders 
felt  lighter — our  problem  shrank  to 

Please  give  us  more  pictures  of  this 
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Mrs.  Perry  Whiting, 
Ponca  City,  Okla. 

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George  Sanders  Started  This! 

SO  Mr.  Sanders  likes  women  in  their 
place!  And  who  is  Mr.  Sanders  to 
say  what  woman's  place  is!  Ask  the 
men  at  the  battle  fronts  whom  they 
prefer — a  woman  who  can  do  notliing 
but  sit  whining  at  home  or  a  woman 
who  can  hold  down  a  job  at  Lock 
heed?  Do  you  suppose,  Mr.  Sanders, 
the  Western  frontier  would  have  evclj 

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been  pushed  back  if  woman  had  not 
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your  type  of  feminine  women  who 
helped  put  America  on  the  map,  nor 
will  it  be  your  type  of  women  who  will 
hglp  win  this  war! 

The  writer  is  employed  as  pay-roll 
clerk  for  a  large  garment  manufac- 
turer engaged  in  making  clothes  just 
now  for  the  U.  S.  Army.  About  ninety- 
five  percent  of  the  employees  are  wo- 
men— feminine  women,  Mr.  Sanders 
— who  wear  lipstick  and  bright  finger- 
nail polish.  Only  they,  unlike  your 
type  of  feminine  women,  have  a  job 
to  do  and  they  know  how  to  do  it. 

Wake  up,  Mr.  Sanders.  This  is  A.D., 
not  B.C. 

Claudia  Case  Thames, 
Brookhaven,  Miss. 

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I HAVE  just  finished  reading  the 
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'  enjoyed  it  because  he  is  my  favorite 
actor.  In  this  article,  it  says  he  never 
has  visitors,  vanishes  after  a  day's 
work  and  it  ends  by  saying  he  is  a 
strange  individual. 

To  me,  this  doesn't  seem  strange, 
because  I  do  the  same  things  myself. 
I  believe  George  Sanders  is  just  trying 
to  lead  a  simple,  wholesome  life. 

To  me,  he  is  the  most  brilliant  actor 
ii  today — as  John  Barrymore  once  said. 
I  hope  George  Sanders'  career  lasts 
for  a  long  time  to  come. 

Marie  Sothman, 
Grand  Island,  Neb. 

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THE  movies  are  my  chief  source  of 
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my  reason  for  going  to  see  them,  but 
I  have  still  another:  I  like  to  learn 
ilfrom  them. 

{Continued  on  page  81) 

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Deep  look  for  "Deep  In  The  Heart  Of 
Texas";  Robert  Stock  and  Anne  Gwynne 


Vindicates  picture  was  rated  "good"  when  reviewed 
vvindicates  picture  was  rated  "outstanding"  when  reviewed 

— Columbia:  An  unpleasant  tale  with  Glenn  Ford 
as  the  seaman  and  Ian  MacDonald  the  brutal  ship's 
captain.  Ford  tries  to  become  famous  as  an  author 
so  he  can  publish  the  ship's  diary  to  expose  the 
brutality  of  conditions  aboard  ship  and  thus  free 
his  friend  Stuart  Erwin.  (May) 

Dennis  O'Keefe  is  a  brash  young  radio  publicity 
man  who  dreams  up  a  gag  of  locating  a  Jimmy  Val- 
entine to  revive  a  drooping  radio  serial.  He  finds 
his  Valentine  all  right,  but  it  leads  to  murder.  Gloria 
Dickson  and  Ruth  Terry  are  very  good.  (July) 

ALMOST  MARRIED— Vniversa]:  When  Jane 
Frazee's  baggage  goes  to  Robert  Paige's  apartment 
and  his  to  hers,  it  leads  to  romantic  complications 
for  them  both.  It's  kind  of  cute.  (June) 

ALWAYS  IN  MY  HE^RT— Warners:  Kay  Fran- 
cis decides  to  marry  wealthy  Sidney  Blackmer  to 
improve  the  opportunities  of  her  children,  Gloria 
Warren  and  Frankie  Thomas.  After  her  husband, 
Walter  Huston,  is  paroled  from  prison,  he  goes 
incognito  to  his  family's  small  town  and  straight- 
ens out  the  children.  It's  warm  and  friendly  and 
Gloria  Warren  has  a  beautiful  voice.  (June) 

BASHFUL  BACHELOR— RKO-Radio:  Lum  and 
Abner  come  to  the  screen  in  a  movie  that's  in  keep- 
ing with  their  radio  roles.  Chester  Lauck  (Liim)  is 
sweet  on  Zasu  Pitts  and  almost  exterminates  his  pal, 
Norris  Goff  (Abner),  trying  to  impress  Zasu  with 
his  heroism.  (June) 

BLACK  DRAGONS— Monogram:  A  ridiculous  pot- 
pourri of  nonsense,  this,  all  about  a  Nazi-inspired 
plastic  surgeon,  Bela  Lugosi,  who  makes  over  si.x 
Japanese  to  look  like  American  industrialists  so  they 
can  steal  our  plans  like  mad.  It's  silly.  (June) 

BULLET  SCARS — Warners:  Regis  Toomey  is  a 
doctor  called  to  treat  a  wounded  gangster  and  he 
conceives  a  clever  idea  for  being  rescued  from  mob 
leader  Howard  daSylva  who  is  detaining  him  be- 
cause he  knows  too  much.  You  never  saw  such 
shooting.  You  never  saw  such  a  picture,  either. 

I/'  BUTCH  MINDS  THE  B^BK— Universal : 
Typical  Damon  Runyon,  amusing  and  completely  in 
character,  is  this  comedy  of  a  paroled  convict. 
Broderick  Crawford,  who  saves  young  widow  \'ir- 
ginia  Bruce  from  suicide  and  falls  in  love  with  her 
baby.  Brod  even  gets  Virginia  a  job  in  a  night 
club  run  by  crook  Porter  Hall  and  minds  tlie  baby 
while  she's  at  work.  With  Dick  Foran.  (June) 

i/-  CAPTAINS  OF  THE  CLOUDS— Warners: 
This  timely  picture  is  about  the  training  of  Hush 
("ountry  recruits  to  become  R.C.A.F.  flyers,  ami 
has  many  exciting  moments.  The  storv  has  Jimmy 
Cagney  as  an  undisciplined  sky-riding  )iijacker  who 

earns  the  enmity  of  pilots  Dennis  Morgan.  Reginald 
Gardiner  and  Alan  Hale  for  his  unethical  conduct, 
but  gets  regenerated.  With  Brenda  Marshall.  (May) 

CORPSE  VANISHES,  THE— Monogram :  Brides 
mysteriously  disappear  all  over  the  place  until  girl 
reporter  Luana  Walters  sets  out  to  investigate.  She 
finally  traces  the  missing  brides  to  the  lair  of  Bela, 
Lugosi,  a  screwy  scientist,  where  perfectly  dreadful, 
doings  have  been  done.  (July) 


Pictures  Reviewed  in  This  Issue 

Btondle's  Blessed  Event  95 

Broadway    18 

Close  Call  For  Ellery  Queen,  A  95 

Escape  From  Hong  Kong   96 

Falcon  Takes  Over,  The   95 

Grand  Central  Murder   18 

Henry  And  Diiiy   96 

Her  Cardboard  Lover   17 

Mad  Martlndoles,  The   95 

Meet  The  Stewarts   96 

Mexican  Spitfire  Sees  A  Ghost   96 

Miss  Annie  Rooney   97 

Mrs.  Miniver   16 

My   Favorite   Spy   IS 

Once  Upon  A  Thursday    IS 

Powder  Town   97 

Remember  Pearl  Harbor    96 

Ships  With  Wings    "5 

Sunday    Punch   9t 

Syncopation    If 

Tarian's  New  York  Adventure   97 

Ten  Gentlemen  From  West  Point   96 

This  Above  All   17 

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PHOTOPLAY  combined  icith  movie  mirror 

Vl-G-M:  Another  winner,  packed  with  genial  en- 
ertainment  is  this  latest  in  the  series,  in  which 
Jlickey  Rooney  must  take  out  poor  little  rich  girl 
}onna  Reed,  though  his  heart  still  belongs  to  Ann 
tutherford.  (May) 

,Jancy  Coleman  is  the  British  girl  spy  who  lands  in 
New  York  hospital  where  John  Garfield  is  in- 
erning  and  with  his  aid  brings  about  the  downfall 
if  a  Nazi  spy  ring.  Raymond  Massey  is  the  Nazi 
lead  and  Moroni  Olsen  his  chief  henchman.  (May) 

tathbone  is  the  ruthless  killer  who  hypnotizes  psy- 
jiopathics  into  killing  his  victims.  Laraine  Day  is 
bout  to  be  his  latest  victim  when  along  comes  Lew 
Vyres.  Rather  interesting.  (June) 

^LK  BY  A//CH7— Paramount:  Richard  Carlson 
{as  to  escape  the  law  because  he's  accused  of  mur- 
er,  so  he  forces  artist  Nancy  Kelly  to  accompany 
im  so  she  won't  sketch  his  picture  and  reveal  hira 
)  the  police.  Th^  result  is  harrowing.  (June) 

RISCO  -LIli — Universal:  Irene  Hervey  goes  to 
'OtV  for  a  gambling'  club  in  order  to  help  her  ol' 
^mbling  daddy.  Minor  Watson,  but  this  alienates 
ie  family  of  her  fiance,  Kent  Taylor.  (May) 

ENTLEMAN  AFTER  DARK,  .4— Small  U.A. : 
entleman  crook  Brian  Donlevy  surrenders  to  Pres- 
in  Foster  on  condition  that  Foster  adopt  his  baby, 
'hen  the  baby's  mother,  Miriam  Hopkins,  and  her 
irtner  in  crime,  Philip  Reed,  attempt  to  ruin  the 
rl's  happiness.  Donlevy  breaks  out  of  prison  to 
CP  them.   It  doesn't  matter  much.  (June) 

J:  It  seems  the  monster  is  still  alive,  this  time 
ayed  by  Lon  Chanev,  so  Sir  Cedric  Hardwicke 
;cides  to  give  hiirv,a  nice,  kind  new  brain,  hut 
'ter  a  double-cross.  h_f  "^ets  the  sly  brain  of  Bela 
UROsi,  so  things  are  lust'as  bad^as  before.  Ralph 
ellamy  and  Evelyn  Ankers  are  romantic.  (June) 

■\/'GOLD  RUSH.  Chaplin:  A  must  for 

•eryone  is  this  re-issue  of  Chaplin's  never-to  be- 
;rgottcn  comedy.  The  narration  takes  the  place  of 
e  subtitles;  the  adventures  of  the  little  tramp  in 
e  gold-mad  Klondike  are  as  appealing  as  ever, 

GREAT  MAN'S  LADY.  THE— Paramount: 
Srbara  Stanwyck  does  a  wonderful  job  as  the  old 
ay  who  reveals  to  a  young  biographer  the  story 
'  her  part  in  the  life  history  of  a  great  senator, 
,el  McCrea.  McCrea  is  very  good  as  the  weak- 
ig  molded  into  a  great  man  bv  a  greater  woman, 
d  Brian  Donlevy  is  the  strong  man  in  her  life, 
lune)  _  , 

'  /  MARRIED'  AN'^ANGEL—U-G-M:  Much 
low  the  standard  of  Nelson  Eddy  and  Jeanette 
acDonald  is  this  bit  of  trivia  taken  from  the  stage 
ny.  Nelson  is  a  Budapest  playboy  who  falls  in 
ye  with  an  unsophisticated  little  clerk  in  his  bank 
le  night 'he  dreams  she's  an  angel.  He  awakes 
;find  not  an  angel -but  the  girl  he  loves.  (July) 

IN  THLS  OUR  LIFE— Warners:  This  unpleas- 
t  picture  about  a  selfish  woman  isn't  Bette 
kvis's  best  picture  by  a  long  shot.  Olivia  de 
villand  plays  Bette's  good  sister,  Dennis  Mor- 
1  IS  the  man  Bette  drives  to  suicide,  and  George 
■ent  the  man  fortunate  enough  to  escape  her 


^  INVADERS.  THS— Columbia:  An  impres- 
'e  masterpiece,  this  story  of  seven  Nazis  stranded 
-  Canadian  soil.  The  performances  of  Leslie 
award  as  a  vacationing  author,  Laurence  Olivier 
ijFrench -Canadian  trapper,  and  Raymond  Massey' 
.Canadian  soldier,  are  outstanding.  But  equally 
Je  are  Niall  MacGinnis,  Eric  Portman  and  Glvnis 
.hns.  (May) 

iH^AS  FRAMED— Warners:  Michael  Ames 
imed  by  political  crooks,  but  he  breaks  jail  and 
r«s  with  his  wife.  Julie  Bishop,  to  another  town 
lere  he  becomes  a  newspaper  editor.  But  he's 
ftckmailed  before  he  finally  discovers  he's  been 
^red  of  the  former  charge.  (July) 

c^fKE  GIRL— Warners:  Appalled  by  the  conditions 
J  »armer.s  and  workers  .under  racketeering  Gene 
ickhart  Ronald  Reagan  sides  with  farmer  George 
jibias  although  hts  friend  Richard  Whorf  throws 
■  his  lot  with  Lockhart.  Ann  Sheridan,  traveling 
jke  girl  falls  m  love  with  Reagan,  and  the  two  of 
im  hnd  themselves  accused  of  murder.  It's  all 
j«ty  dull.  (July) 

V  JUNGLE  BOOK— Korda:  A  pageantry  of 
|Mnd  and  color  and  beauty,  with  Sabu  as  the  boy 
j»d  by  wolves  who  is  forced  by  the  tiger  to  take 
Mtte  in  a  small  village.  There  he  finds  his  real 
pwer,  Rosemary  deCamp.  but  when  the  greedy 
en  of  the  village  learn  he  guards  the  secret  of 
Men  treasures  they  force  him  back  to  the  iunale 
ifs  delightfully  fantastic  entertainment.  (June) 

[kid  GLOVE  KILLER— M-Q-M:  Intelligent 
ij-iting,  acting  and  directing  combine  to  make  this 
ipicture  one  to  shout  about.  Van  Heflin  as  the 
ientilic  crime  detective,  Lee  Rowman  his  friend 
1  a  killer  who  places  a  bomb  in  the  reform 
»yor  s  car.  and  Marsha  Hunt  as  the  girl  who 
1  (Continued  on  page  99) 

rcrsi.  1942 

YOU  MAY  HAVE  SEEN  US.,  .performing  as  drum  majorettes. .  .at  the  Chicago 
Bears'  football  games... or  other  places.  You  know  we  really  do  look  a  lot  alike. 
When  we  made  the  tooth  powder  test.  Mother  suggested  that  Shirley  be  the  one 
to  use  Pepsodent.  I  chose  another  leading  brand." 

"IT  SURE  TURNED  OUT  to  be  a 

swell  suggestion... for  Shirley !  While 
her  teeth  had  never  been  quite  as 
bright  as  mine,  after  she  used 
Pepsodent  her  teeth  became  easily 
twice  as  bright!  Mother  was  so  im- 
pressed she  immediately  switched 
to  Pepsodent  and  could  hardly  wait 

For  f/ie  safety  of  your  smile . . . 

use  Pepsodent  twice  a  day  . . . 
see  your  dentist  twice  a  year ! 





Swing  '  (;6  '  „ , 

bousing  successor  to  "TO  THE  SHORES  OF 
TRIPOLI!"  Action!  Thrills!  With  a  climax 
that  will  make  you  stand  up  and  cheer! 




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July  4, 194Z 

OR  the  first  time  since  Photoplay  and  Movie  Mirror 
magazines  began  publication,  a  movie  star  is  not  being 
featured  on  the  cover.  Instead,  Paul  Hesse's  stirring 
color  photograph  of  our  flag  strikes  a  militant  note.  As 
you  look  at  the  newsstands  of  America  this  month  you 
have  the  sense  of  one  huge  Stars  and  Stripes  on  display. 
That  was  the  original  purpose  of  the  Magazine  Publishers 
Association  in  the  suggestion  that  every  magazine  on  sale 
Independence  Day  of  this  year  have  a  flag  cover.  In  a 
field  of  intense  circulation  competition  and  bitter  editorial 
rivalry,  publishers,  one  by  one.  agreed  to  lay  aside  all 
personal  motive  in  order  to  join  this  visible,  outward 
ijdisplay  of  publishing  patriotism. 

The  flag  on  the  cover  of  Photoplay-Movie  Mirror 
dramatizes  a  fact  that  has  not  been  greatly  emphasized — 
he  fact  of  Hollywood's  refusal  to  accept  draft  deferment 
I  >r  its  actors.  Significant  proof  is  the  row  of  small  photo- 
graphs displayed  on  the  cover  beneath  the  flag.  A  few 
months  ago.  General  Hershey,  selective  service  director, 
announced  that  movies  were  necessary  to  maintain 
.  morale. 

Therefore,  it  was  said,  men  working  in  this  essen- 
tial industry  should  be  eligible  for  possible  deferment, 
(t  was  not  an  announcement  Hollywood  either  sought 
pr  relished.  After  the  ruling  had  been  made,  Hollywood 
refused  to  accept  it.  Actors  continued  to  be  drafted  and 
ptars  who  still  had  3- A  classifications  continued  to  join 
the  armed  services. 

Hollywood  was  right.  Your  letters  have  told  me  so. 
you  may  recall  that  recently  I  asked  you  to  write  me 
your  honest  opinions  on  this  highly  important  question. 
Letters  poured  in,  each  weighing  the  issue  earnestly. 
And  the  results?  Two  to  one,  you  voted  that  Hollywood 
actors  should  do  their  share  of  the  fighting  1 

This  they  are  already  doing.  Twelve  well-known 
players  are  on  the  cover.  But  there  are  others,  some  of 
whom  there  was  no  room  to  include;  others  who  since 
his  cover  was  designed  and  engraved  have  enlisted  or 

whose  intention  of  doing  so  has  been  announced.  There 
are  Tony  Martin,  Victor  Mature.  Craig  Reynolds,  Robert 
Preston,  MacDonald  Carey,  Eddie  Albert,  John  Trent, 
Phil  Terry,  Stirling  Hayden,  Alan  Ladd.  Lew  Ay  res  (now 
in  the  Medical  Corps),  Jackie  Coogan,  Dan  Dailey  Jr., 
Buddy  Rogers,  Herbert  Anderson.  John  Beal,  George 
Brent,  Robert  Sterling,  Richard  Barthelmess. 

I  do  not  believe  I  have  included  every  name  here,  for 
some  are  joining  without  advance  notice  to  studio  or 
editor.  And  soon,  as  the  intensity 'of  war  ignites  this 
country's  efforts  into  a  roaring  blaze,  many  more  from 
Hollywood's  ranks  will  be  in  uniform. 

I HOPE  this  list  of  names  somehow  helps  to  bring  home 
to  you  personally  a  realization  of  the  proportions  of 
the  struggle  we  have  ahead.  Some  may  argue  that  it  is 
not  the  place  of  a  movie  magazine  to  talk  about  such 
real  facts.  I  don't  agree.  At  a  time  when  every  citizen 
must  join  hands  with  every  other  citizen,  there  can  be 
no  staking  out  a  small  plot  and  posting  a  sign  which 
reads:  No  Admittance  To  Anything  Connected  With  War. 
If,  through  any  words  of  mine.  I  can  help  to  end  the 
senseless  and  blind  wave  of  optimism  that  has  seized 
us  all,  I  shall  feel  that  this  page  has  made  a  contribution. 

I  hope  you  are  not  one  who  has  allowed  wishful  think- 
ing to  wash  over  and  drown  out  sober  truth.  Or  have 
you  perhaps  begun  to  think  that  before  many  more  weeks 
or  months,  the  blessing  of  peace  will  have  touched  us? 
Then,  unconsciously,  you  have  begun  to  injure  our 
chances  of  victory.  You  have  helped  to  spread  an 
optimism  that  is  dulling  the  edge  of  our  war  sword.  There 
is,  with  overconfidence,  a  dangerous  letting  down,  a 
demoralizing  slackening  of  effort.  Our  enemies  are  many, 
their  resources  are  treble  what  they  had  when  we  en- 
tered the  war.  Victory  is  there  to  be  seen  from  the  top 
of  the  highest  peak.  Let  us  scale  those  heights  first  and 
not  falsely  feast  our  eyes  now  on  the  mirage  of  an  early 
and  easy  winning. 


kucusT,  1942 


Sometimes  a  man  can  look  once  into  a  wo- 

man's eyes  and  find  there 

something    that    will    hold    him  forever. 

Hollywood's  most  exciting 

hidd  en  love  story — the  ro- 

mance of  Greer  Garson  and  Richard  Ney 


First  meeting:  The  "Mrs.  Miniver" 
crew  watched  that  glance  breathlessly 

RICHARD  NEY,  a  Broadway  actor 
about  to  make  his  Hollywood 
debut,  walked  onto  the  set  of 
"Mrs.  Miniver"  to  be  presented  to  the 
star  of  the  production,  Greer  Garson. 

"Mrs.  Miniver,  may  I  present  your 
son?"  asked  Director  William  Wyler, 
who  was  doing  the  honors. 

Greer,  laughing  with  correct  polite- 
ness, looked  up,  prepared  to  see  the 
usual  young  actor.  Instead,  she  ob- 
served a  tall,  very  slender  fellow  with 
a  sensitive,  studious  face.  He  was 
dressed,  not  in  the  flashing  tweeds  of 
the  West,  but  with  quiet  effectiveness. 

Richard  Ney  looked  down,  undoubt- 
edly expecting  the  Greer  Garson 
American  movies  have  portrayed,  an 
almost  poisonously  understanding,  tol- 
erant young  matron.  What  he  saw  was 
a  pale,  humorous  face  framed  in  an 
incredible  nimbus  of  red-gold  hair. 
He  saw  the  Garson  figure,  as  it  is, 
which  is  something  quite  different 
from  the  screen  Garson  figure  which 
has  always  been  padded,  for  reasons 
of  characterization,  all  out  of  its  highly 

seductive  proportions.  His  startled 
blue  eyes  flashed  to  her  slender  ankles, 
even  as  Greer's  startled  green  eyes 
took  heed  of  the  width  of  his  shoul- 
ders; and  then  their  delighted  glances 
met  again,  met  and  locked  and  held. 

At  that  moment  in  armament  plants, 
in  steam  laundries,  in  bread  factories 
and  such  busy  places,  clock  hands 
kept  right  on  sedately  moving  around 
clock  faces.  But  on  the  set  of  "Mrs. 
Miniver"  time  froze,  while  two  pairs 
of  glamorous  eyes  melted,  while  two 
gay  hearts  started  thumping  and  while 
all  the  Metro-ites  within  watching  dis- 
tances got  ice  to  the  feet. 

The  Metro  heads  held  three  distinct 
thoughts;  the  Metro  fear  beat  as  one. 
The  Metro-ites  knew  the  bitter  truth 
of  Hollywood,  the  cruel  fact  that  mar- 
riage hurts  the  popularity  of  any  stai-, 
male  more  than  female,  but  even  fe- 
male enough  to  make  a  depressing 
difference  at  the  box  office.  There  sat 
Greer  Garson,  one  of  the  capital  in- 
vestments of  a  success-mad  industry 
and  there  stood  Richard  Ney,  who 

might  or  might  not  be  a  comer.  And 
somewhere  across  the  lot,  undoubt- 
edly busy  as  six  beavers,  there  worked 
Benny  Thau,  an  intelligent,  quiet  gen- 
tlemanly executive,  who  had  been 
hopelessly  in  love  with  Greer  Garson 
for  four  years. 

The  Metro-ites  fear  was  set  on  fire 
by  the  visible  flash  in  those  two  hand- 
some pans  as  they  gazed  on  one  an- 
other. Those  watchers  knew  the  fatal 
flame  when  they  saw  it.  Just  suppose 
it  were  real?  Suppose  it  worked  itself 
up  to  love?  Suppose,  heaven  forbid, 
that  it  ended  in  matrimony?  What,  oh 
what  would  happen  then? 

That  is  what  all  Hollywood  is  won- 
dering today,  some  five  months  after 
their  first  romantic  meeting.  "Mrs. 
Miniver"  is  finished  and  previewed 
and  promises  not  only  to  be  both  an 
artistic  and  box-office  smash  but  to 
make  Greer  Garson  one  of  the  top 
stars  of  all  Hollywood  and  Richard 
Nej'  very  much  among  those  present 
on  the  glory  road. 

And  Richard  Ney  and  Greer  Garson 


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First  date:  Sreer  and  Dick  went 
dancing  together,  asked  photo- 
graphers not  to  snap  them,  be- 
came so  interested  in  each  other 
they  forgot  the  clicking  cameras 

are  dating  almost  nightly.  Richard 
Ney  tells  everyone  he  encounters  how 
completely,  utterly  and  devastatingly 
he  is  in  love.  Greer  says  nothing,  but 
her  happiness  is  as  luminous  as  a 
Isearchlight  sweeping  a  blackout  sky. 

It  is  the  very  glow  of  that  happiness 
that  lets  you  know  how  lonely  Greer 
has  been  until  now,  how  much  she  has 
wanted  this  laughter  and  this  gaiety 
and  this  youth  that  have  been  brought 
to  her. 

You  know  now,  of  course,  that 
Greer  Garson  was  married  when  she 

AUGUST,  1942 

came  to  this  country  in  1938.  Holly- 
wood didn't  know  it  then.  Hollywood, 
in  fact,  knew  little  of  Miss  Garson  and 
cared  less.  That  she  had  been  a  terrific 
hit  on  the  London  stage,  that  she  had 
had  one  great  and  tragic  love  in  her 
life,  that  she  had  married  another  man 
but  had  stayed  a  wife  to  him  for  less 
than  a  month,  and  that  she  was  brainy, 
sensitive  and  madly  romantic  never 
entered  Hollywood's  mind.  Until  her 
tremendous  hit  in  "Good-bye,  Mr. 
Chips"  they  ignored  her  and  let  her, 
for  eleven  months,  sit  home,  night 

after  night,  in  a  tiny  house  on  the 
quietest  of  Beverly  Hills  streets, 
heartsick,  defeated  and  consumed  with 
the  longing  for  laughter  and  for  love. 

Benny  Thau,  a  gentleman  and  a 
student,  had  met  her  on  her  first  day 
at  the  studio.  He  started  calling  on  her 
almost  at  once.  That  is,  he  called 
whenever  his  work  didn't  get  in  the 
way.  But  his  work  got  in  the  way  nine 
nights  out  of  ten.  It  does  with  any 
Hollywood  executive.  If  you  are  mar- 
ried to  a  movie  executive  it  is  possible 
to  stand  that  (Continued  on  page  94) 


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This  is  going  to  burn  Holly- 
wood up — because  Hedda's 
hep  to  the  answers  herself! 

THERE'S  a  silly  old  game  called 
"Twenty  Questions"  I  used  to  play 
so  long  ago  that  I  barely  remem- 
ber how  it  goes.  But  now  everybody's 
playing  it,  so  what's  to  hinder  Hopper 
from  having  a  go  at  it?  Just  to  prove 
I'm  no  piker  I'm  going  to  pick  the 
toughest  opponent  I  know  to  play  my 
game  with — Hollywood. 

It's  a  past  master  at  riddles,  this 
town  where  even  the  birds  use 
double-talk.  But  at  that  you'll  get 
more  real  information  from  the  birds 
than  you  will  from  the  poker-face 
bigwigs  who  sit  behind  the  mahogany 
and  play  dumb.  They're  dumb — like 
the  Quiz  Kids! 

Well,  fools  rush  in,  they  say.  So 
here  are  twenty  questions  I  dare 
Hollywood  to  answer!  I'll  even  talk 
out  of  turn  and  give  a  few  answers 
myself,  which  shows  what  a  long  neck 
our  granny  has. 

1.  What's  the  angle  on  the  Ida 
Lupino-Louis  Hayward  situation? 

Well,  it's  very  different  from  the 
usual  one.  Here  are  two  tempera- 
ments as  unlike  as  day  and  night. 
Ida  came  over  here,  got  off  on  the 
wrong  foot,  as  far  as  her  career  was 

Normo  Sheerer  cO«  • 


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bncerned,  was  much  younger  than 
nybody  had  any  idea  of,  was  given 
he  siUiest,  most  asinine  ingenues  ever 
een  on  the  screen,  and  all  the  time 
he  knew  she  was  an  actress.  Her 
rouble  was — how  to  prove  it?  Well, 
Tove  it  she  did,  by  walking  out  of  a 
ear's  contract  at  $1750  a  week.  Just 
bout  this  time  she  fell  in  love  with 
lOuis  Hayward,  who  had  his  training 
1  the  Noel  Coward  school.  Every- 
ling  must  be  charm — and  more 
harm.  I  saw  him  first  in  one  of  Noel's 
isser  plays  called  "Point  Verlaine," 
>  which  he  stole  the  show  from  Lynn 
'ontanne  and  Alfred  Lunt,  which  is 
,o  mean  stealing.  And  when  Director 
Iddie  Goulding  was  looking  for  a 
oung  man  to  play  a  certain  role,  I 
aggested  Louis  Hayward:  it  was  on 
lat  suggestion  that  they  brought  him 
ut,  tested  him  and  he  got  his  start  in 
ictures.  He's  serious,  wrapped  up 
|i  his  career;  and  now  that  Ida  has 
jiade  a  great  success  as  a  dramatic, 
motional  actress,  I  think  she'd  like 
jQ  the  romance  and  adulation  that  go 
ith  it.  And  I  have  a  hunch  she's  not 
siting  it.  But  whether  they  separate 
id  divorce  is  (Continued  on  page  80) 


JCUST.  1942 


These  four  people  have  fascinated  a  great  star.  You  may  know 
others  like  them.  If  you  do,  Bette  Davis  wonts  to  hear  about 
it.  You'll  want  to  tell  her  when  you  see  the  end  of  this  story 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  u-ith  movie  mirror 

'M  GOING  to  tell  you  a  short  story  I  heard  the  other 
day.  It  is  not  sentimental  or  romantic  and  the  plot 
isn't  very  complicated — but  its  main  character  is  a 
terrific  person,  to  my  way  of  thinking,  and  there  is  drama 
enough  in  what  she  has  done.  Her  name  is  Mary.  She  is 
a  medium-sized  girl  with  a  nice,  earnest  face,  brown  hair 
and  strong,  capable  fingers.  She  lives  in  half  of  a  small 
duplex  on  the  outskirts  of  Hollywood,  where  rents  are 
cheap,  because  her  small  salary  must  buy  room  enough 
for  her  mother  and  her  aunt,  besides  herself. 

Since  she  got  out  of  high  school  three  years  ago,  Mary 
has  worked  in  a  smart  beauty  parlor  (called  a  Salon  de 
Beaute  by  the  woman  who  runs  it),  giving  shampoos  and 
finger  waves.  Good  ones.  Until  recently,  when  war  and 
taxes  made  the  clients  closer  about  money,  her  tips  were 
enough  to  buy  her  an  occasional  new  dress  in  the  base- 
ment of  a  fairly  good  department  store.  She  couldn't 
complain,  as  she  sometimes  said  to  the  young  insurance 
salesman  named  Henry  who  took  her  dancing  Wednesday 
nights  and  to  the  movies  on  Saturday.  She  was  doing 
all  right.  But  the  first  time  she  had  to  rip  up  two  old 
dresses  to  make  a  dirndl  and  blouse  that  Henry  would 
think  were  new,  she  got  a  little  peeved.  It  wasn't  just 
the  tips — Henry  had  been  called  up  by  the  Army  and  was 
leaving  in  two  weeks,  for  heaven  knew  where.  There 
went  their  plans:  The  marriage  next  year,  the  separate 
apartment  for  the  two  of  them,  the  baby  they  wanted 
later  on. 

It  was  just  about  this  time,  furthermore,  that  Mary 
discovered  she  couldn't  turn  on  the  radio  or  open  a  paper 
without  being  told  she  ought  to  dig  down  for  war  bonds. 
That  was  just  fine,  thought  Mary.  That  and  the  price  of 
fresh  eggs  and  Henry's  draft  notice,  she  could  do  without. 

She  got  up  early  the  day  Henry  left  and  stood  on  the 
sidewalk  with  him  until  his  bus  came.  He'd  sold  his  car 
the  week  before,  at  a  loss.  "But  I  still  have  seven  hundred 
dollars,"  he  told  her.  "When  I  come  back  .  .  ." 

"What  bank's  it  in?"  she  asked,  for  something  to  say. 

"I  bought  bonds." 

She  was  suddenly  angry.    "You're  not  doing  enough,  I 

Mary  smiled  suddenly  to 
herself,  the  brush  suspend- 
ed in  mid-air.  Wouldn't 
Henry     be  surprised! 

suppose,  giving  up  everything,  going  out  to  fight — " 

"I  don't  get  you,"  he  said.  "It's  a  good  investment.  And 
what's  safer  than  the  Government?" 

She  walked  on  up  to  the  shop  later,  with  her  lipstick 
smeared  from  his  kiss,  and  that  day  she  didn't  talk  much 
but  worked  steadily,  and  that  evening  she  sat  down  with 
a  book,  but  didn't  read  it.  Finally  she  tossed  it  aside, 
rummaged  through  a  closet  until  she  found  a  clean  square 
of  cardboard,  hunted  up  a  red  pencil  and  began  to  print. 

Her  mother  watched  her  curiously.  "What  are  you 

Mary  showed  her  the  card.  It  said:  Scalp  Treatment 
and  Finger  Wave — Evenings.  "It's  for  the  front  window," 
Mary  explained. 

Her  mother  looked  doubtful.  "But  would  it  be  fair  to 
your  employer  to  start  up  in  competition?" 

"There  isn't  any  competition.  Mom.  The  women  in  our 
neighborhood  never  go  down  to  the  fancy  beauty  shops 
in  town." 

"But  you  haven't  got  that  kind  of  an  operator's  license!" 
her  mother  objected. 

"This  isn't  professional  work.  It's  just  practice  and 
the  shop  will  be  glad  that  I'll  be  getting  extra  experience. 
Whatever  they  pay  me  goes  for  war  bonds.  They  can 
give  me  war  stamps  if  they  want  to." 

"But  after  you've  worked  all  day!"  her  mother  cried 
indignantly.  "Giving  up  your  evenings — you  can't  tell 
me  the  Government  .  .  ." 

"It'll  be  something  to  do."  Mary  went  over  and  stuck 
the  card  in  the  window.  "Henry  will  be  surprised,"  she 
added,  smiling  suddenly. 

THAT'S  the  story.  Mary  really  lives  in  that  duplex  in 
Hollywood,  and  I've  seen  the  sign.  Her  customers  are 
mostly  women  who  work  during  the  day  and  are  grateful 
for  a  chance  to  have  their  hair  done  after  hours.  At  this 
writing,  she's  got  almost  a  hundred  dollars  worth  of 
bonds  in  her  safe  box,  to  add  to  Henry's  when  he  gets 
home.  I  don't  know,  frankly,  what  she  thought  about 
the  day  he  left  or  what  changed  (Continued  on  page  68) 

AUGUST,  1942 


Stork  Scoop!  Behind  a 
plate-glass  window  Photoplay- 
Movie  Mirror  interviews  Alice 
Faye  Jr.  when  she  is  just 
three  days  old.    P.S.:  Mother 
and  father  doing  well 

BY  mmm  west 

Family-tree  pose:  Parents 
Alice  Faye  and  Phil  Harris 

personal  history  of 
Alice  Faye  Jr.  is 
very  short  and 
sweet  though  she 
can  write  in  her 
future  book  that  she 
gave  her  first  interview  when  she  was 
three  days  old. 

If  it  was  a  new  experience  for  her, 
it  was  a  new  experience  for  us,  too. 
There  is  a  first  time  for  everything, 
but  this  was  certainly  the  first  time  a 
star  had  ever  been  interviewed 
through  a  plate-glass  window.  Fur- 
thermore, her  manners  were  nothing 
to  brag  about,  since  she  slept  pro- 
foundly through  the  historic  occasion, 
not  giving  out  with  so  much  as  one 
bubble  or  one  good  yell,  just  lay  there, 
a  tiny  hunk  with  a  fluff  of  down  atop 
her  head,  a  small  screwed-up  face  and 
the  most  ridiculous  dot  of  a  nose  you 
ever  saw. 

Maybe  she  was  bored,  bored  as  be- 
fits a  baby  who  came  into  this  world 
with  350  pairs  of  hand-knit  booties 
waiting  for  her  to  step  into  them,  with 
handmade  blankets  piled  high  to  the 
ceiling,  with  so  many  handmade 
dresses  that  her  mother  gave  up 
counting  them,  with  five  fuUy 
equipped  baby  baths  and  with  a  bas- 
sinette with  everything  attached  save 
a  garage  and  a  new  car. 

Talking  to  her  mother  wasn't  much 


help  either,  though  it  was  easy  to  find 
her.  You  merely  followed  your  nose 
down  the  flower-bedecked  hospital 
corridors  to  her  room,  while  the  nurses 
whispered  how  the  flowers  kept  on 
arriving,  how  Alice  looked  at  them  all 
and  treasured  the  cards  but  ordered 
the  flowers  given  away  again,  first  to 
all  the  new  mothers  and  then  to  the 
wards.  The  flowers  were  so  numerous 
that  soon  the  whole  hospital  was 
loaded  with  them.  They  were  in  every 
ward  and  room  and  in  the  nurses' 
quarters  and  on  all  the  meal  trays, 
but  still  they  kept  on  coming  until 
they  overflowed  into  the  neighbor- 
hood homes. 

It  was  easy  to  see  that  Alice  Faye, 
the  First,  was  stiU  too  tired  to  talk, 
though  her  big  eyes  shone  like  Santa 
Claus  Lane  on  December  twenty- 
fourth.  She  looked  as  only  a  com- 
pletely happy  girl  can  look  after  she 
has  first  known  motherhood;  and 
there  are  no  woi'ds  for  that. 

She  whispered,  in  that  warm,  ex- 
citing voice  of  hers,  "Go  see  Phil. 
He'll  tell  you  everything,"  and  then 
she  smiled,  and  it  tore  the  heart  out 
of  you,  it  was  so  beautiful. 

Over  at  the  Los  Angeles  Biltmore 
Bowl,  Phil  Harris  was  busy  playing. 
He  was  waving  his  baton  around  and 
the  piano,  next  to  him,  was  littered 
white  with  cards  that  said  Miss  Mil- 

dred Subdeb  and  Mrs.  George  Nobody 
and  Mrs.  Oscar  Smalltown  were  hav- 
ing birthdays  today  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Jack  So-an-so  were  celebrating  their 
wedding  anniversary  and  Private 
Tinamambob  was  there  celebrating 
his  last  night  before  he  went  into 

Phil  came  over  to  the  table  to  talk 
between  the  (Continued  on  page  98) 


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Appearing  in 
M-G-M's    "Somewhere  I'll 

Find  You". 


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Goldwyn's  "The  Pride  Of 
The  Yankees".  .  .  .  paa, 

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Columbia's  "They  All 
Kissed  The  Bride"    pafif  iO 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Clark  with  Carole 
n  their  happy 
ranch-time  days 

Lest  you  may  believe  those 
rumors  of  the  past  six  months, 
we  give  you  the  thought-pro- 
voking truth  about  Gable  today 


How  Clark 

s  Conquering 

SIX  months  have  now  passed  since 
that  tragic  January  day  when  a 
plane  bearing  Carole  Lombard 
and  her  mother,  Mrs.  Peters,  Otto 
Winkler,  Clark  Gable's  best  friend 
and  personal  press  agent,  and  fifteen 
young  Army  pilots  crashed  against  the 
barren  slopes  of  Table  Mountain  in 
Nevada,  killing  all  on  board. 

These  months  since  he  lost  Carole 
have  been  the  blackest  months  Gable 
has  ever  experienced,  even  though 
none  of  his  life,  prior  to  his  first  movie 
success  in  1931,  was  ever  easy. 

Many  rumors  have  been  circulated 
about  him  during  this  time.  There 
were  stories  that  he  was  going  into 
the  Army  as  a  buck  private,  that  he 
had  enlisted  in  the  Navy,  that  he  had 
a  commission  in  the  Signal  Corps,  that 
he  was  selling  the  Encino  ranch  that 
had  been  his  and  Carole's  honeymoon 
house,  and  that  he  was  retiring  from 
the  screen. 

None  of  these  stories  is  tioie,  though 
the  fact  that  each  was  reliably  printed 
and  many  of  them  believed  is  per- 
fectly understandable  since  Clark  did 
consider  each  of  these  ideas  in  turn, 


only  to  reject  them  all  eventually. 

This  is  the  truth  concerning  Clark 
Gable  today:  He  is  not  going  into 
active  military  service.  He  is  not  sell- 
ing the  ranch.  He  is  going  on  with 
pictures.  But  the  reasons  that  have 
determined  these  decisions  reveal  the 
changed  Gable,  this  strong  and  com- 
plex man  who  after  his  exquisite 
wife's  death  discovered  through  his 
tragic  loneliness  that  he  had  loved  her 
even  more  than  he  had  ever  realized. 

You  have  doubtless  read  a  score  of 
times  that  to  know  Gable  even  slight- 
ly is  to  worship  him.  We  repeat  it 
here,  only  because  the  way  he  has 
risen  over  his  sorrow  is  due  to  those 
qualities  his  fiiends  have  always 
known  lay  deep  and  secret  within  his 
personality.  The  dashing,  debonaire, 
devil-may-care  Gable  you  have  seen 
so  often  on  screen  is  definitely  one 
side  of  his  personality.  But  there  is 
another  side  tcr  him,  the  side  which 
you  will  see  more  frequently  in  the 

Six  months  of  lonely  nights  and 
bitter  days  have  left  their  mark  on 
Clark,  as  vou  will  observe  when  vou 

see  "Red  Light."  To  take  merely  one 
slight  example:  Until  now  he  has 
always  had  trouble  keeping  his  weight 
down.  Yet  within  one  week  after 
Carole's  loss,  he  dropped  twenty 
pounds  and  he  hasn  t  yet  been  able  to 
regain  even  half  of  that. 

Another  thing  is  that  until 
spring  it  was  almost  instinctive  wi 
Gable  to  do  what  he  wanted  to  d" 
when  he  wanted  to  do  it.  That  nick- 
name "King"  wasn't  tacked  on  him 
by  mere  accident. 

Clark  may  always  have  been  gay 
and  kidding  about  his  requests,  ye' 
he's  always  made  them  with  the  as- 
sured air  of  a  guy  who  had  the  power 
to  back  up  his  requests  and  see  to  it 
that  they  were  granted. 

But  these  six  months  he  has  been 
up  against  the  most  brutal  of  realities. 
He  had  lost  the  person  who  was  tho 
most  impor-  {Continued  on  page  74' 

Right:  A  picture  of  Clark 
posed  before  Carole's  deotK 
with  the  smile  he  lo$  + 
but   is   fighting   to  regain 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  it-ith  movie  mirhos 

\Uee  years 



Park  witn  rv^ 

THE  "I  Wanted  Wings"  company 
had  moved  to  a  new  set.  The 
camera  crew  was  setting  up.  The 
director  and  script  writer  were  work- 
ing on  new  dialogue.  The  company 
waited  on  the  sidelines. 

"No  one  go  away,"  called  the  as- 
sistant director.  "We'll  be  rehearsing 
any  minute.  No  one  go  away.  We're 
already  behind  schedule.  We've  got 
to  step  on  it!" 

Veronica  Lake  shook  her  hair  out 
of  her  eye.  She  looked  unhappy.  An 
item  she  had  read  in  a  gossip  column 
that  morning  concerned  her.  It  was 
completely  unimportant  really.  Most 
girls  would  have  read  it,  thrown  the 
paper  aside  and  forgotten  it  entirely. 
But  Veronica,  new  to  Hollywood's 
limelight,  had  yet  to  accustom  herself 
to  columnists'  personal  remarks. 

Bored  with  waiting,  the  men  on  the 
set  began  to  kid  Veronica  about  that 

"What  is  it  they're  going  to  call  you 
for  advertising  purposes?"  someone 
asked.  "The  Blonde  Bombshell,  isn't 

She  managed  a  small  smile.  She 
was  just  realizing,  with  horror,  that 
the  column  in  which  that  item  ap- 
peared was  syndicated;  that  John 
Detlie,  her  husband,  on  location  with 
a  Metro  company  outside  Gallup,  New 

AUGUST,  1942 

Mexico,  was  probably  being  kidded 
about  it  too. 

An  older  actor,  wiser  than  the  rest, 
saw  the  storm  warning  cloud  Veron- 
ica's eyes.  "Don't  let  them  get  you 
down.  Miss  Lake,"  he  said  protec- 

Tears  spilled  from  Veronica's  eyes. 
She  pushed  back  her  chair  and  ran 
from  the  stage.  She  stopped  at  her 
dressing  room  for  a  polo  coat  and 
went  on  to  her  car.  She  was  on  her 
way  to  John  Detlie  in  New  Mexico. 
She  had  to  tell  him  how  much  she 
loved  him  and  hear  how  much  he 
loved  her;  even  if  columnists  did  make 
personal  remarks  about  her.  She  had 
to  assure  John,  once  more,  that  he  had 
only  to  say  the  word  and  she  would 
give  up  her  career,  gladly. 

She  drove  pell-mell  through  the 
valley  and  reached  the  mountains  at 
night.  There  was  a  high  fog.  Only 
now  and  then  could  she  see  the  stars. 
Towards  morning  it  started  to  snow. 
Every  few  miles  she  had  to  get  out 
and  clear  a  little  window  on  her 
windshield  in  order  to  see.  She  grew 
numb  with  cold.  It  became  skiddy. 
Her  car  no  longer  held  the  road.  On 
a  steep  downgrade  she  lost  control. 
She  shut  of?  the  ignition  and  let  the 
car  go.  It  tumbled  over  the  side  of  the 
road,  crashing  over  rocks  and  through 

underbrush.  Then,,  by  a  miracle,  it 
came  to  a  stop  against  a  miniature 

She  crawled  back  up  to  the  road. 
High  overhead  coyotes  howled.  Final- 
ly a  ramshackle  car  came  along.  In  it 
were  a  man  and  his  wife  and  their 
baby  on  their  way  back  to  the  Ozarks. 
They  looked  at  her  suspiciously.  Her 
grease  paint  was  smeared.  She  was 
streaked  with  blood. 

"Where  you  aiming  to  go?"  the 
woman  asked. 

"I'd  like  you  to  drop  me  off  at  Flag- 
staff," Veronica  said.  "I'll  pay  you 

At  Flagstaff  she  arranged  for  her 
car  to  be  brought  in  for  repairs  and 
hired  another  to  take  her  on  to  Gallup. 
It  was  noon  when  she  got  there.  John 
was  off  on  location.  The  production 
manager's  wife  got  her  to  bed  and 
sent  for  John  and  a  doctor. 

"You  have  two  broken  toes  and 
you've  cut  yourself  badly,"  the  doc- 
tor told  her.  "You  haven't  suffered 
too  much — so  far — because  the  cold 
acted  as  an  anesthesia." 

John  came  back  to  the  hotel  as  fast 
as  he  could. 

"Maybe  you  should  call  Para- 
mount," she  whispered,  safe  in  his 
arms.  "They  don't  know  where  I  am." 

"Baby,"    (Continued   on  page  71) 


At  the  Academy  dinner  with  Mrs.  Coop- 
er, Gary  looked  nicely  nonchalant, 
fooled  no  one  who  was  In  the  know 

Dick  Arlen  played  with  "Old  Long 
Tack"  in  "Wings,"  was  an  eye  wit- 
ness   to    the    pretzels  incident 

"Coop's"  mother,  Mrs.  Charles 
Cooper,  cover-up  for  one  of 
Gary's  secret  Hollywood  activities 

at  Hollywood  Thinks  of 

The  victim  is  "Silent-Slim"  Cooper;  the  subject,  a  "Things  I  Never 
Knew  Before"  expose.   The  result?  Eyebrow-raising! 

WE  STARTED  our  research  in 
the  matter  of  what  people 
think  of  Gary  Cooper  by  ac- 
cepting the  much  pubUcized  charac- 
terization of  him  as  a  very  swell  guy 
•  who  positively  won't  talk.  It  was  im- 
pressed upon  us  that  compared  to 
Gary  the  Sphinx  is  just  another  Bob 
Hope;  that  he  falls  asleep  on  the  set 
j  every  time  the  director's  back  •  is 
turned  and  that  the  big  part  of  an 
assistant's  job  on  his  pictures  is  to 
wake  him  up  in  time  for  each  take. 

We  were  also  advised  that  he  has  a 
five-thousand-word  vocabulary — four 
thousand,  nine  hundred  and  ninety  of 
which  are  yeahs,  uh-huhs,  yups  and 

Then  we  began  to  talk  to  the  people 
who  really  know  Gary. 

Cecil  B.  DeMille,  who  has  made 
about  as  many  pictures  with  Gary  as 
any  of  them,  certainly  doesn't  think 
Cooper  is  asleep  on  his  feet. 

"The  thing  about  Gary  Cooper  that 
has  impressed  me  most,"  says  DeMille, 
"is  his  amazing  alertness.  From  the 
time  we  made  our  first  picture  I  have 
realized  that  he  never  misses  a  thing 


that    goes    on    before    the  camera. 

"People  who  see  Cooper  lounging 
off  camera,"  explains  this  veteran  pro- 
ducer-director, "don't  know  what's 
going  on  behind  those  half-closed  eyes. 
But  I  know  he's  developing  the  busi- 
ness and  characterization  that  bring 
naturalness  and  humanness  to  his 
parts  in  my  pictures. 

"While  Gary  leans  against  a  prop, 
chewing  a  match  or  a  straw,  he  is 
checking  every  detail  of  setup  and 
dialogue;  noticing  just  how  his  stand- 
in  is  being  lighted  and  almost  invari- 
ably working  out  a  suggestion  to  im- 
prove a  camera  angle  or  a  bit  of 

"So  don't  let  Cooper's  stance  fool 
you;  he's  on  his  toes  all  the  time." 

One  of  our  very  best  columnists  re- 
cently reported  that  Dick  Arlen  had 
said  a  producer  tried  to  get  Gary 
thrown  off  his  picture  for  sleeping  on 
the  set  all  the  time. 

"That  was  a  gross  misquote,"  pro- 
tests Dick.  "There  never  was  any  such 

incident,  and  there  isn't  a  producer  in 
Hollywood  who  wouldn't  do  nip-ups 
to  get  Gary  on  a  picture. 

"I  did  say  that  Cooper  had  a  marvel- 
ous knack  of  being  able  to  go  to  sleep 
when  he  had  to  stay  on  the  set  while 
they  were  shooting  something  that  had 
nothing  to  do  with  his  part.  But  let's 
forget  that.  You  said  you  wanted  to 
know  what  I  think  of  Gary;  what 
about  him  impressed  me  most.  That's 
easy.  I  think  Cooper  is  the  most 
agreeable  guy  in  the  world — but  the 
last  guy  on  earth  you  can  push  around. 
Old  Long  Tack  just  can't  be  crowded. 
The  busy  boys  around  the  studios  who 
try  to  make  a  showing  by  hustling 
people  just  bounce  of?  him. 

"That  isn't  something  he  has  de- 
veloped since  he  became  a  star.  He 
always  was  that  way.  Golly,"  and 
Dick  rubbed  his  chin  with  the  back  of 
his  hand,  and  grinned,  "I  remember 
way  back  when  he  was  a  lanky  new- 
comer with  just  a  bit  to  do  in  'Wings.' 

"Gary  had  arrived  in  Tucson,  Ari- 
zona, from  Hollywood,  and  had  been 
told  to  come  to  our  hotel  in  the  morn- 
ing ready  to  (Continued  on  page  Id) 

AUGUST,  1942 


your  right 
on  my  shoul- 

M i ke  com- 
ded  ioftly 

"The  Taming  Of  The  Shrew"  has  nothing  on  the  story  of  Mar- 
garet, a  career  girl  who  thought  she  could  manage  everyone 
until  she  met  up  with  a  certain  young  man  named  Mike 

"  I  'M  not  going  through  with  it!" 
I  Vivian  Drew  declared  flatly.  The 
distant  chatter  of  wedding  guests, 
moving  through  the  grounds  of  the 
lovely  Drew  Westchester  estate,  came 
faintly  to  the  ears  of  the  little  group 
gathered  in  Vivian's  bedroom. 

"I'm  not  going  through  with  it!"  she 
repeated,  hurling  her  wedding  dress 
to  the  floor. 

"See,"  Mrs.  Drew  turned  helplessly 
to  her  older  daughter  Margaret.  "She's 
not  going  through  with  it." 

"She  certainly  can't  go  through  with 
it,  dressed  like  that."  Margaret  sur- 
veyed her  half-clad  sister  calmly. 
This  was  not  the  first  time  she  had 
had  to  deal  with  Vivian's  sudden  emo- 
tional vagaries.  Ever-  since  her 
father's  death  three  years  ago,  Mar- 
garet had  managed  the  family.  She 
had  also  assumed  control  of  her 
father's  business,  the  Drew  Transpor- 
tation Company,  and  the  executive 
responsibility  had  been  heavy  for  a 
young  woman.  It  had  taken  all  her 
capable  mental  ability,  plus  the 
shrewdness   and   hardness   she  had 

Fiction  version  by 

A  Columbia  picture,  directed  by  Alexander 
Hall.  Produced  by  Edward  Kaufman. 
Screen  play  by  P.  J.  Wolfson.  From  a 
story  by  Gina   Kaus  and   Andrew  P.  Solt. 

forced  herself  to  develop,  but  now  she 
was  regarded  with  respect  among 
businessmen.  Vivian's  marriage  to- 
day to  Stephen  Pettingill  was  the 
result  of  Margaret's  planning,  for 
Vivian  was  too  irresponsible  to  be  al- 
lowed to  have  her  own  way  and  Mar- 
garet knew  she  had  chosen  wisely  for 
her  sister. 

"But  I  don't  love  Stephen,"  insisted 
Vivian  tearfully.  "I  love  Joe." 

"Who's  Joe?"  asked  Margaret,  deft- 
ly sUding  the  wedding  dress  over 
Vivian's  head. 

"Joe  Krim.  He  works  in  a  filling 
station.  Why,  I  wrote  to  him  just  last 
week.  .  .  ." 

"You  wrote  this  Joe  person  letters!" 
interrupted  Margaret,  instantly  aware 
of  the  possibility  of  blackmail. 

"Only  two  or  three,"  Vivian  ad- 

mitted plaintively.  "Every  time  I  saw 
him  my  head  would  swim  and  my 
knees  would  get  weak." 

"Biliousness!"  Margaret  replied 

"That's  nonsense,  Margaret,"  Mrs. 
Drew  defended  Vivian  spiritedly.  "It's 
a  family  characteristic.  All  the  Drew 
women  had  it.  I  know  when  I  first 
met  your  father  my  knees.  .  .  ." 

"You  know  you've  always  suffered 
with  your  liver,"  Margaret  pointed 
out,  adjusting  Vivian's  veil.  Her  mind 
was  ticking  rapidly.  This  Joe  person 
might  conceivably  try  to  break  up  the 
wedding.  She  must  be  prepared  for 
anything  that  happened. 

Impulsively  she  took  Vivian  in  her 
arms  and  her  voice  softened  with 

"Darling,  I  don't  want  to  seem 
harsh.  You'll  see  I'm  right.  Stephen 
is  a  fine  boy."  Vivian  clung  to  her, 
tears  welling  in  her  eyes.  Margaret 
kissed  her  soothingly.  The  crisis  was 
past  and  Margaret  knew  it  would  be 
safe  to  leave  her  now. 

As  she  started  back  downstairs  her 

AUGUST,  1942 


mind  shuttled  from  Joe  Krim  to  a 
problem  she  had  been  unable  to  for- 
get upon  leaving  her  New  York  office. 
One  Michael  Holmes,  an  idealistic 
social  reformer,  had  written  a  book 
attacking  transportation  companies 
and  Margaret  figured  prominently  in 
it.  His  references  to  "M.J.,"  as  she 
was  known  in  the  business  world, 
were  far  from  flattering.  She  was 
used  to  being  referred  to  as  a  harsh 
employer.  If  she  had  not  severely 
schooled  herself  to  forget  sentiment 
in  business,  the  Drew  Transportation 
Company  would  not  be  what  it  was 
today.  She  had  completely  sacrificed 
herself  as  a  person;  she  had  given  up 
all  the  gay,  laughing  moments  that 
should  be  part  of  a  girl's  life  and  had 
concentrated  on  filling  her  father's 
shoes.  But  what  this  Holmes  person 
had  said  about  her  was  maliciously 
unfair!  One  look  at  the  proofs  of  the 
book  had  convinced  her  of  that. 

Margaret  smiled  to  herself  at  the 
thought  of  how  she'd  got  an  advance 



swim,"  Vivian  said  tearfully.  "Bil- 
iousness!"   Margaret  replied  briskly 

look  at  the  Holmes  opus.  The  pub- 
lishing house  to  whom  he'd  submitted 
the  book  had  a  loan  out  against  the 
Drew  bank.  Realizing  at  the  last  mo- 
ment that  publication  might  infuriate 
Margaret  and  thus  mean  the  loan 
would  not  be  renewed,  the  publisher 
had  gingerly  shown  her  proofs  of  the 
book  and,  when  she  hit  the  ceiling, 
promised  that  his  house  would  never 
put  it  on  the  market. 

But  there  were  other  publishing 
houses  in  New  York — and  the  only 
way  to  be  sure  the  book  would  never 
see  the  light  of  print  was  to  thrash 
the  matter  out  with  Holmes  himself. 
Margaret  had  given  orders  that  he  was 
to  be  found  and  brought  to  her  office. 
Nevertheless,  the  thought  of  this  man 
and  his  arrogance  followed  her  home 
and  nagged  in  a  corner  of  her  mind. 

Her  attention  was  suddenly  dis- 
tracted by  a  racket  at  a  side  gate 
and.  signaling  to  the  butler  to  accom- 
pany her,  she  went  to  investigate. 
Inside  the  side  wall  she  found  a  young 

Margaret  J.  Drew  Joan  Crawford 
Michael  Holmes         Melvyji  Douglas 

Mrs.  Drew   Bil lie  Burke 

Vivian  Drew   Helen  Porrish 

Johrtrty  Johnson  Allen  Jenkins 

Susie  Johnson    Mary  Treen 

Stephen  Pettingill   Roger  Clark 

man,  slim,  personable  and  slightly 
breathless.  She  looked  at  him  and, 
without  warning,  her  knees  were 
shaking;  her  head  swimming. 

The  butler  took  her  arm.  "Aien't 
you  well,  miss?" 

"I'm  all  right,"  she  answered 
weakly.    "It's  just — my  liver.  .  .  ." 

The  banging  outside  continued.  The 
young  man,  with  the  detached  air  of 
one  merely  doing  his  duty,  opened 
the  gate  and  a  furious  detective 
rushed  in.  The  stranger  caught  him 
neatly  on  the  chin  with  a  swift  blow 
which  knocked  him  back  outside. 
Then  he  locked  the  gate  and  turned 
to  Margaret  with  a  flourish. 

"Is  there  anything  else  you  wish, 

"Don't  call  me  'madam'!" 
"Sure,"  he  agreed  with  a  grin.  "I'd 
much  rather  call  you  'Baby'." 

The  peculiar  sensation  seized  Mar- 
garet again,  but  the  strains  of  the 
wedding  march  interrupted  her  reply 
and  she  hurried  into  the  house.  The 
young  man  shrugged  his  shoulders 
and  wandered  into  the  rumpus  room. 

"They're  all  in  the  foyer,  sir,"  the 
bartender  informed  him.  "The  cere- 
mony is  about  to  start.  " 

"I  hate  weddings, "  the  stranger  in- 
formed him  moodily,  pouring  a  stiff 
drink  of  brandy.  It  was  very  good 
brandy  and  he  (ContiTJued  on  page  82) 

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♦okes  over  A\an 
Curtis;  v/.ns  bY  ^er  coras 

irbtnot-  or  sequences 

What  everyone  has  been  asking  for! 
A  simple  easy  way  to  learn  how  to 
cut  yourself  in  on  the  game  that 
Hollywood  —  and  the  rest  of  the 
j  country  —  sits  up  all  hours  to  play 


CIN  RUMMY  is  essentially  a 
game  for  two  persons,  although 
there  are  several  combinations 
by  which  more  persons  can  play.  The 
rules  given  here  are  for  the  two-per- 
son game. 

The  players  cut  for  the  deal  and  the 
one  who  turns  up  the  higher  card  be- 
comes the  dealer.  Each  player  receives 
ten  cards;  after  the  deal,  the  next  card 
is  turned  face  up  and  placed  beside 
the  rest  of  the  pack,  which  is  turned 
face  down.  If  dealer's  opponent 
doesn't  want  the  first  face-up  card, 
dealer  may  take  it;  if  both  refuse, 
the  opponent  draws  from  the  pack. 

Each  player  in  turn  draws  one  card 
(no  more  than  one)  from  either  the 
stack   or   the   face- up   pile,   as  he 

AUGUST,  1942 

chooses,  and  then  discards  on  the 
face-up  pile. 

The  object  of  Gin  is  to  arrange  your 
cards,  by  drawing  and  discarding,  into 
combinations  or  sequences,  but  in  Gin 
these  are  not  laid  down  on  the  board 
(face  up)  until  one  of  the  players 
"knocks"  and  the  game  is  over.  Com- 
binations are  three  or  four  cards  of  a 
kind,  as  three  or  four  kings;  sequences 
are  three  or  more  cards  of  a  suit,  as 
6,  7,  8  of  hearts.  Aces  are  low;  they 
can  never  be  used  as  a  high  card 
following  a  king. 

In  order  to  knock,  you  must  have  in 
your  hand  enough  cards  arranged  in 
seqences  and  (or)  combinations  so 
that  the  other  unmatched  cards  still 
remaining  in  your  hand  add  up  to  no 


more  than  10  points  or  less.  Kings, 
queens,  jacks  and  tens  count  10  points 
each,  aces  1  point  and  all  other  cards 
their  face  value. 

For  example,  you  could  knock 
(which  means  you  would  lay  down, 
face  up  on  the  board,  all  your  combi- 
nations and  sequences)  with  a  four, 
three  and  ace  (which  totals  8  points) 
still  unmatched  in  your  hand.  But 
you  could  not  knock  with  an  ace  and 
a  jack  still  remaining  in  your  hand, 
because  these  would  total  11. 

As  soon  as  one  player  knocks,  the 
other  can  lay  out  all  the  combinations 
and  sequences  in  his  hand  and  can 
also,  where  possible,  play  on  the  com- 
binations and  sequences  of  his  oppo- 
nent.    He   (Continued  on  page  70) 


HoiTto  make  yourself 


Actor  Reagan:  "In  'Kings  Row'  Parris  was  not  for  me,  but  Drake,  I  think,  was." 

A  FINE  and  fancy  storjrteller  holds 
his  punch  for  the  story's  end, 
'  ^  I'm  sure.  But  as  I'm  a  plain 
guy  with  a  set  of  homespun  features 
and  no  frills,  I  may  as  well  write  ac- 

So,  then,  the  whole  deal  on  how  to 
make  yourself  important  is,  as  I  see 
it,  to  (a)  love  what  you  are  doing 
with  all  your  heart  and  soul  and  (b) 
believe  what  you  are  doing  is  im- 
portant, even  if  you  are  only  grub- 
bing for  worms  in  the  back  yard. 

I  am  enormously  in  earnest  about 
this.  In  fact,  I  believe  I  may  say,  with 
some  pride,  that  I  think  I  have  some- 
thing here.  I  hold  that  all  of  this 
business  about  making  yourself  im- 
portant by  means  of  externals  is  no 
good.  Clothes,  being  seen  in  the  Right 
Places,  show,  swank — No!  They  may 
make  you  seem  important;  but  that  is 
not  what  I  am  talking  about. 

Nor  do  I  believe. that  you  have  to 
be  a  standout  from  your  fellow  men 
in  order  to  make  your  mark  in  the 
world.  Average  will  do  it.  Certainly 
if  I  am  to  serve  as  my  own  guinea 
pig  for  this  httle  homily,  it  will  have 
to  do  it.  For  I'm  no  Flynn  or  Boyer 
and  well  I  know  it. 

The  studio  publicity  department  had 
to  sweat  ink  out  of  its  veins  to  turn 
out  a  biography  on  me.  Mr.  Norm  is 
my  alias,  or  shouldn't  I  admit  it? 

I  like  to  swim,  hike  and  sleep  (eight 
hours  a  night).  I'm  fairly  good  at 
every  sport  except  tennis,  which  I  just 
don't  like.  My  favorite  menu  is  steaks 
smothered  with  onions  and  straw- 
berry shortcake.  I  play  bridge  ade- 
quately, collect  gims,  always  carry  a 
penny  as  a  good-luck  charm  and 
knock  wood  when  I  make  a  boast  or 
express  a  wish.  I  have  a  so-so  con- 
vertible coupe  which  I  drive  myself 
I'm  interested  in  politics  and  govern- 
mental problems.  My  favorite  books 
are  "Turnabout."  by  Thome  Smith, 
"Babbitt,"  "The  Adventures  of  Tom 
Sawyer,"  and  the  works  of  Peail 
Buck,  H.  G.  Wells.  Damon  Runyon 
and  Erich  Remarque.  I'm  a  fan  of 
Bing  Crosby.  My  favorite  actress  is 
my  wife.  I  like  things  colored  green 
and  my  favorite  flower  is  the  Eastern 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirbo* 

—and  strangely  enough,  love  has  a  lot  to  do  with  it,  in  a  way  you' 


(At  Told  To  Gladys  Hall) 

lilac.  I  love  my  wife,  baby  and  home. 
I've  just  built  a  new  one — home,  I 
mean.  Nothing  about  me  to  make 
me  stand  out  on  the  midway. 

Lots  of  kids  write  and  ask  my  ad- 
vice about  how  to  make  their  mark 
in  an  indifferent  world.  Seventy -five 
percent  of  them  beef  that  they're  not 
much  to  look  at,  haven't  any  dough, 
can't  cut  a  dash.  I  could  refer  them 
to  Lincoln,  out  of  the  backwoods,  as 
plain  as  a  calabash  pipe.  But  they 
know  all  that. 

I  want  to  say,  first,  however,  that  I 
question  my  right  or  abiUty  to  advise 
anyone  how  to  get  along  because,  be- 
fore I  take  any  credit  for  any  success 
that  has  come  my  way,  I  certainly 
must  acknowledge  the  help  of  friends 
all  along  the  way — people  who  were 
never  too  busy  to  give  a  young  fellow 
a  hand.  Maybe  that's  my  lead.  I'm 
just  trying  to  pass  along  some  of  the 
things  I've  learned  from  these  same 

So,  what  I'd  like  to  tell  'em  is  this: 
Look,  you  must  love  what  you  are 
doing.  You  must  think  what  you  are 
doing  is  important  because,  if  it's  im- 
portant to  you,  you  can  bet  your  last 
ducat  that  other  people  will  think  so, 
too.  It  may  take  time,  but  they'll  get 
around  to  it.  And  one  thing  more,  one 
really  important  thing:  If,  when  you 
get  a  job,  you  don't  believe  you  can 
get  to  the  top  in  it,  it's  the  wrong  job. 

NOW,  of  course,  I  don't  mean  that 
just  believing  you  can  get  to  the 
top  will  always  get  you  there.  But 
I  do  say  that  you'll  never  get  there 
unless  you  beUeve  that  you  can. 

I'm  not  writing  anything  I  don't  be- 
lieve myself,  you  know.  Nor  anything 
that  doesn't  come  right  out  of  my  own 
experience.  For  me,  the  one  job  in 
the  world  I  want  to  do  is  acting.  Offer 
me  ten  times  the  money  for  some- 
thing else,  and  I  wouldn't  do  it.  And 
right  from  the  start,  down  there  in 
"B"  pictures  where  I  began,  through 
four  years  of  "bit"  parts  (the  "Poor 
Man's  Errol  Flynn,"  they  called  me), 
I  was  sure  that  I  was  in  the  right 
business  for  me.  I  knew  I'd  get  to  the 
top,    if    I    kept    on    working  and 

ACCUST,  1942 

Officer  Reagan  with  Maureen  Elizabeth  and  his  "favorite  actress,"  wife  Jane  Wym^ 

learning.  That's  not  brash  self-con- 
fidence, either.  Put  me  in  any  other 
job  and  I'd  eat  humble  pies  by  the 
dozen.  I'd  lack  self-confidence  be- 
cause I'd  be  in  the  wrong  job. 

Of  course,  doing  what  I  wanted  to 
do  didn't  put  me  always  in  a  favor- 
able light.  For  example,  in  college 
I  majored  in  sociology  and  economics. 
Not  because  I  liked  the  subjects,  but 
because  they  gave  me  the  most  time 
for  the  things  I  really  liked,  namely, 
college  dramatics,  football  and  a  dive 
into  campus  politics.  But  even  there 
maybe  I  learned  something,  because 
in  the  subjects  I  got  poor  marks. 
Whereas,  in  dramatics,  I  copped  off 
the  lead  in  most  of  the  plays.  In  foot- 
ball, I  won  three  varsity  sweaters. 
And  in  politics  I  managed  to  corral 
a  job  that  netted  me  about  $250. 

Point  being  that  success,  for  me,  is 
where  the  heart  is.  And  my  heart  was 
in   dramatics,    football   and  politics. 

After  college,  I  got  a  job  as  a  sports 
announcer  and  eventually  I  worked 
up  to  broadcasting  many  of  the  big- 
gest sports  events.  The  job  wasn't 
very  important  at  first  but  before  long 
I  woke  up  to  find  myself  broadcasting 
sports  events  for  which  the  sponsors 
paid  my  station  hundreds  of  thousands 
of  dollars  a  year.  This  meant  that 
folks  were  listening  to  me,  lots  of 
folks.  And  they  listened  to  me,  I 
know,  not  because  I  had  any  experi- 
ence in  broadcasting  or  any  diction, 
but  because  I  was  so  keen  about  those 
sports  events  myself  that  I  felt  it 
urgently  important  that  other  people 

Four  grins  add  up  to  a  nice  good- 
by:  Mary  Livingstone,  Jock  Benny 
and  Jane  Wyman  Reagan  take  a 
last-minute  look  at  Officer  Ronnie 

know  about  them,  too,  and  nearly 
got  high  blood  pressure  telling  'em 
about  them. 

But  all  of  this  doesn't  mean,  of 
course,  that  you  can  just  sit  back  like 
a  pink  cupid  with  wings,  indulge  in 
some  wishful  thinking  and,  presto, 
you're  important!  It's  never  enough 
to  love  anything,  is  it,  not  even  a  girl? 

When  you  propose  to  a  girl,  you've 
got  to  be  pretty  convincing,  use  your 
heart  as  a  mouthpiece.  You've  got  to 
work  for  the  thing  you  love,  you  al- 
ways do. 

WHICH  brings  me  to  when  I  first 
came  to  Warner  Brothers,  to  the 
movies.  I  was  certainly  a  nobody  in, 
and  to,  Hollywood.  I  certainly  hadn't 
learned  to  act  by  being  a  sports  an- 
nouncer. I  wasn't  any  collar  ad  to 
look  at.  All  I  had  in  this  world  was 
confidence  that,  with  the  proper  mate- 
rial, I  could  entertain  people.  And 
the  only  basis  I  had  for  this  confidence 
was  that  I  wanted  to  entertain  people 
more  than  I  wanted  anything  else. 

Well,  they  threw  me  to  the  "B's."  I 
made  twenty  to  twenty-five  "B's"  be- 
fore I  got  the  part  of  Gipp  in  "Knute 
Rockne — All  American." 

Thanks  to  some  good  advice  from  a 
guy  named  Pat  O'Brien,  I  played 
those  "B's"  as  if  they  were  "A's."  You 
see,  the  boss  only  goes  by  results.  If 
I  do  a  part  carelessly  because  I  doubt 
its  importance,  no  one  is  going  to  write 
a  subtitle  explaining  that  Ronald  Rea- 
gan didn't  feel  the  part  was  important, 
therefore  he  didn't  give  it  very  much. 

All  my  boss  knows  is  what  he  sees  on 
the  film  and  someday  he  may  look  at 
that  particular  picture  to  judge  my 
qualifications  for  a  real  film  job. 

It  wasn't  until  the  part  of  the  Gipp 
came  up  that  I  felt,  Here  is  a  job 
1  can  do. 

It  was  the  first  time,  during  all 
those  four  years,  that  I  ever  asked  for 
a  part.  Because  you've  got  to  be  sure, 
awful  sure,  that  you  can  do  something 
better  than  the  guys  lined  up  ahead 
of  you  before  you  ask  for  anything. 

Quite  a  few  times,  before  'Knute 
Rockne,"  parts  came  up  in  pictures 
that  I  thought  I'd  like  to  play.  In 
"Dark  Victory,"  with  Bette  Davis,  for 
example,  they  handed  me  a  bit  part. 
I  stewed  around  for  a  bit,  wishing  I'd 
got  the  part  Bogart  played  in  that 
picture.  Then  I  realized  I  couldn't 
top  Bogey  in  that.  It  was  his  dish,  not 
mine.  In  "Kings  Row,"  Parris  was  not 
for  me,  but  Drake,  I  think,  was.  In 
"Desperate  Journey"  Flynn's  spot  is 
his,  not  mine. 

But  I  knew  that  I  could  deliver  the 
Gipp.  I  knew  it  because,  when  I  was 
a  kid,  George  Gipp  was  my  hero, 
Rockne  was  my  candidate  for  A  Man. 
There  was  that  love  of  what  I  was 
doing  figuring  in  again.  In  addition, 
I  knew  I  could  play  football  and  they 
wouldn't  have  to  use  a  double  for  me. 

That  part  opened  a  door  for  me.  A 
few  people  on  the  lot  knew  me  by 
name.  The  fans  started  to  write  in. 
(Folks,  you  fixed  me!) 

WELL,  then,  believe  it  or  not,  love 
walked  in  again  and  gave  me 
another  boost.  Love  of  a  girl  this 
time,  love  of  the  girl  I  married.  One 
of  my  handicaps  in  this  business  had 
been  that  of  looking  too  youthful,  be- 
cause of  which  I  lost  a  lot  of  parts,  I 
know.  Well,  folks  don't  think  of  a  guy 
as  completely  a  juvenile  when  he  has 
a  wife  and  child! 

I've  just  been  told,  here  at  the 
studio,  of  two  very  important  parts 
that  were  to  be  mine.  They  are  in 
pretty  big  pictures,  so  I  guess  I  can 
say  my  rules  work.  But  I  won't  be 
doing  those  pictures.  Uncle  Sam  has 
called  me,  a  Reserve  officer  in  the 
Cavalry,  and  I'm  off  to  the  war,  still 
true  to  my  two  precepts:  (a)  to  love 
what  you  are  doing  with  all  your  heart 
and  soul  and  (b)  to  beUeve  what  you 
are  doing  is  important.  I  love  the  Cav- 
alry or  I  would  not  have  been  with  it 
for  so  long.  And  along  with  a  few 
million  other  guys,  I  feel  pretty 
strongly  about  my  country.  As  for 
believing  what  you  are  doing  is  im- 
portant— well,  if  fighting  to  preserve 
the  United  States  and  her  Allies  isn't 
important,  you  name  it. 

And  who  knows — maybe  when  I 
get  back  again,  "when  the  world  is 
free,"  there  will  be  other  good  part; 
waiting  for  me  and  for  my  buddies. 
So  long! 

The  End 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mibror 

In  which*  a  dress  suit  gets  dressed  up  to  play 
the  hero  in  this  amusing  preview  of  Twentieth  Century-Fox's 
amazing  picture,  "Tales  Of  Manhattan" 

l1  \/OU  may  call  me  a  tail  coat — just  a  thing  of  broadcloth  and  satin,  to  be  worn  as  full  dress  on 
^  I  special  evenings  of  splendor.  But  you  will  never  in  your  life  know  the  romance,  adventure — yes, 
and  tragedy — that  I  have  known  in  mine.  For  I  have  been  close  to  some  of  the  great  men  of  our  times. 

There  was  Paul  Orman  (Charli 
Beyer),  Broadway's  popular  matinf 
idol.  We  looked  well  together,  Pai 
the  actor,  and  I,  his  tail  coat,  ac 
that's  what  Ethel  (Rita  Haywortl 
thought  when  she  maneuvered  hi] 
into  a  tete-a-tete  in  her  hunting  lodg 
Her  husband,  Halloway  (Thorn; 
Mitchell),  caught  us  there.  While  \ 
toyed  with  a  gun,  it  accidentally  wei 
off.  Paul  fell  to  the  floor  and  Eth 
sought  the  arms  of  her  husband.  Hit 
Paul  rose  and  absolved  both  as  1 
made  a  dramatic  exit.  Nice  acting- 
but  there  was  a  bullet  hole  in  it 
shoulder,  and  Paul's,  too.  Wh« 
Paul  collapsed  in  the  car,  Luther,  h 
chauffeur  (Eugene  Pallette),  drove  i 
to  a  hospital. 

Then  the  crooked  Luther  sold  me 
to  the  valet  of  Harry  Wilson  (Cesar 
Romero)  to  wear  at  Harry's  wedding 
that  night.  Harry  was  in  a  mess.  His 
fiancee,  Diane  (Ginger  Rogers),  had 
discovered  a  love  note  from  another 
sweetheart  in  the  pocket  of  his  tail 
coat.  So  Harry  had  his  best  pal, 
George  (Henry  Fonda),  come  over 
and  claim  the  coat — and  letter — as  his, 
I  to  substitute  for  Harry's  tail  coat. 
George,  to  help  a  pal,  proceeded  to 
illustrate  the  romantic  moments  of  the 
letter  to  Diane.  Suddenly,  they  were 
in  each  other's  arms — and  liking  it. 
Which  left  Harry  without  a  bride  and 
me  being  hustled  off  to  a  pawnshop 
because  I  was  bad  luck. 


^  There  I  caught  the  eye  of  Mrs. 
Smith  (Elsa  Lanchester)  whose  hus- 
band (Charles  Laughton)  had  been 
tr>'iiig  for  years  to  get  an  audition 
■with  Bellini  the  great  conductor 
(Victor  Francen).  Bellini  had  finally 
consented  to  let  Smith  conduct  his 
ou-n  symphony  on  Bellini's  program. 
Bui  Smith  had  no  tail  coat — that  is, 
until  Mrs.  Smith  saw  me.  We  were  a 
light  fit.  Smith  was  too  fat  and  I  was 
too  thin.  But  it  was  a  great  moment 
just  the  same.  Smith  waved  his  baton 
over  the  orchestra,  a  packed  audi- 
torium thrilling  to  his  music.  Then 
something  a-w'ful  happened.  My  shoul- 
ders began  to  rip — then  spht  apart. 
The  audience  roared  with  laughter. 
Smith  and  I  were  heartsick.  At  that 
moment  Bellini  rose  and  removed 
his  own  coat.  Others  took  the  hint. 
Soon  there  wasn  t  a  i»ir  of  black 
sleeves  to  be  seen  in  the  house.  And 
what  an  ovation  they  gave  Smith! 
Gratefully  he  donated  me  to  a  mission, 
saying  I  would  bring  good  luck. 

Good  luck — me!  Well,  maybe.  Be- 
cause when  Larry  (Edward  G.  Robin- 
son), who  everybody  thought  was 
just  a  bum.  received  that  invitation  to 
attend  his  class  reunion  at  the  Waldorf 
Astoria.  I  was  fixed  up  for  him.  He 
was  getting  away  beautifully  with  his 
trtimped-up  storv-  of  ha\-ing  spent 
"years  in  China"  when  a  wallet  was 
reported  missing.  One  of  the  drunks 
jokingly  suggested  everyone  be 
searched.  AH  agreed  but  Larn,— who 
was  too  proud  to  reveal  he  was  wear- 
ing only  a  dickie  under  his  dress  coat 
Williams  (George  Sanders),  who  had 
never  liked  Larn,-.  accused  him  of  the 
theft.  ■"Come  on.  Larn,-."'  I  whispered. 
"Take  me  oflF  and  let  'em  have  it!" 
So  Larry-  took  me  off.  told  them  the 
tnath  about  himself  with  challenging 
dignit>-  and  we  left,  just  as  it  was 
announced  the  wallet  had  been  found. 
But  Larr>-  was  through  wth  "society"' 
and  went  back  to  bemg  a  bum. 
And  me'' 


Well  I  feU  into  the  hands  of  a  gunman  (J.  Car- 
rol Naish)  who  had  stolen  fifty-  thousand  dollars 
and  was  headed  South  in  a  plane.  It  was  that 
stolen  money  m  my  pocket  that  really  burned 
me  up.  not  the  gangster's  cigarette  that  fell  on 
me.  Frantically  he  pitched  me  out  of  the  plane 
bills  and  aU.  Down  .  .  .  down  .  .  .  down  .  .  ! 
I  went  .  and  landed  in  a  sharecropper's  field 
worked  by  Luke  (Paul  Robeson)  and  his  %vife 
(Ethel  Waters).  When  they  found  the  bOls  they 
hurried  me  oft  to  their  preacher  who  said  the 
money  was  in  ans^^•er  to  their  prayers  and  they'd 
dmde  It  equally  among  all  their  people.  You 
never  heard  such  singing  for  joy.  And  I  didn't 
even  mmd  when  they  gave  me  to  an  old  man 
who  needed  a  scarecrow  for  his  httle  field.  Now 
for  the  first  time  I  am  reaUy  useful  protecting 
the  old  mans  food  crop.  And  I'm  bad  luck  to 
nothing  but  the  crows! 

You  must  get  to  know  Julie  Burns  from  Gladstone,  Ohio. 

For  she  is  you — and  what  is  happening  to  her 
here  would  actually  happen  to  you,  too,  should  you  go  to  Hollywood 

BY  m\[  mmu 

What  has  happened  so  far: 

AS  a  startling  and  unexpected 
honor,  Julia  Burns,  of  Glad- 
^  stone,  Ohio,  wins  first  place  in 
a  national  radio  contest  to  discover 
America's  most  beautiful  and  typical 
girl,  the  prize  being  a  trip  to  Holly- 
wood to  play  the  role  of  Miss  America 
in  a  Warner  Brothers  picture.  In  a 
furor  of  home-town  adulation,  she 
prepares  to  leave  Gladstone  and  her 
devoted  admirer,  the  sandy-haired 
young  contractor,  Tod  Jenkins.  At  the 
last  moment  Tod  asks  her  an  all- 
important  question.  Will  she  send  him 
Hollywood  ideas  for  his  first  building 
venture,  a  house  to  be  erected  upon 
a  Gladstone  corner  which  Julia  par- 
ticularly loves,  because  of  a  spreading 
elm  beneath  which  her  happiest  play 
days  were  spent?  Julia,  who  has  been 
certain  that  Tod  would  propose  before 
her  leave-taking,  feels  distinctly  let 

On  the  train  she  meets  Scott  Hen- 
dricks, a  young  lady  who  intends  try- 
ing to  crash  pictures  with  a  capital 
of  but  one  hundred  dollars.  The  two 
girls  agree  that  they  would  like  to 
unravel  the  mysteries  of  Hollywood 
together.  So  JuUa  invites  Scott  to 
share  her  luxurious  apartment  at  the 
Castle  Argyle,  where  she  is  to  be  a 
guest  of  the  studio. 

Julia's  first  day  at  the  Warner 
Brothers  studio  is  a  series  of  glamor- 
ous adventures  beginning  with  the 
changing  of  her  name  to  Julie  Bur- 
nette  and  ending  with  an  introduction 
to  good-looking  Curt  Melbourne,  the 
studio's  ace  still  man.  There  Miss 
America  is  told  the  exciting  news  that 

tonight  she  is  to  make  her  first  ap- 
pearance as  a  Hollywood  personahty. 
She  will  dine  at  the  Mocambo  and 
attend  a  premiere,  escorted  by  an 
unrevealed  Prince  Charming. 

Hurrying  back  to  Castle  Argyle,  she 
dons  the  beautiful  white  evening  gown 
given  her  by  the  studio,  her  anticipa- 
tion and  curiosity  reaching  a  fine 
chmax  with  the  arrival  of  a  stunning 
corsage  of  pink  camellias.  It  bears  a 
card  which  reads:  "Half-past  six 
o'clock"  .  .  .  that,  and  no  more. 

The  story  continues: 

IT  was  a  radiantly  lovely  Julie  who 
slid  into  the  clinging  On-y-KeUy 
evening  gown,  pinned  cameUias  in  her 
hair  and  donned  the  studio's  white  fox 
fur  cape,  to  wait  the  ring  of  the  house 
telephone  which  would  announce  a 
gentleman  in  the  lobby.  The  sui-prise 
was  as  delightful  as  it  was  complete, 
when  the  moment  finally  came  and 
the  hitherto  unidentified  escort  proved 
to  be  Mr.  Curt  Melbourne. 

He  was  the  first  man  she  had  ever 
beheld  in  tails  and  a  topper.  More- 
over, he  put  her  into  his  cream-col- 
ored car  with  an  ease,  a  savoir-faire 
which  she  had  never  seen  outside 
the  "movies."  All  of  which  gave 
him  no  edge  over  Tod,  her  mind 
hastened  to  affirm,  but  it  was  a  thrill, 
nevertheless,  to  have  him  fit  so  per- 
fectly into  the  rest  of  this  Cinderella 

Her  eyes  reflected  the  lights  of  the 
Boulevard  as  Curt  nosed  into  the  line 
of  traffic.  But  after  a  few  blocks  he 
turned  toward  the  near-by  hills  and 
presently  they  were  climbing  a  twist- 
ing road  sti'aight  to  the  top  of  a 


rugged,  rocky  ridge. 

"Is  the  Mocambo  in  the  moxintains?" 
Julie  wanted  to  know. 

"No,"  Curt  replied,  "but  we're  go- 
ing in  the  right  direction.  We're  just 
taking  the  high  road." 

Suddenly  he  swxmg  about  and 
stopped  upon  a  ledge  with  so  superb 
a  sight  below  that  Julia  fairly  held 
her  breath!  There  were  the  lights  of 
Hollywood,  like  jewels  spilled  across 
black  velvet;  buildings  with  glowing 
towers,  scarlet,  blue  and  amber  neons, 
and  over  it  all,  a  moving,  changing, 
crisscross  design  of  oblique  angles, 
the  searchlights  of  the  premiere. 

Curt  enjoyed  the  rapture  of  the  girl 
beside  him. 

"Like  it?"  he  inquired.  "So  do  I 
I  think  it  is  one  of  the  most  thrilling 
sights  in  the  world.  And  this  is  only 
our  conservative  wartime  view.  Now- 
adays it  is  only  one  third  as  brilliant 
as  usual  and  the  searchfights  must 
swing  low  instead  of  shooting  straight 
up  among  the  stars  somewhere  .  . 
Take  one  long  look,"  he  added,  "and 
we'll  tear  oui-selves  away,  for  in  just 
about  ninety  minutes  they'll  be  look- 
ing for  you  down  there  in  the  midst 
of  it,  and  we  have  dinner  to  put  awa> 
in  the  meantime." 

The  road  down  proved  to  be  a 
paved  avenue  bordered  with  estates, 
imposing  ones,  and  small  ones;  house.'^ 
built  to  fit  the  curves  along  which  the> 
lay.  Then  finally,  as  abruptly  as  the\ 
had  left  the  Boulevard,  they  returned 
to  it;  came  out,  in  fact,  almost  a' 
the  door  of  the  ultrasmart  Mocambo 

Julie  could  scarcely  imagine  wha; 
sort  of  magnificence  to  anticipate 
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portals  of  this  world-famous  play- 
ground of  the  stars.  But  presently, 
from  the  table  previously  reserved  for 
them,  she  found  herself  in  just  a  quiet, 
softly  hghted  restaurant,  not  in  the 
least  ornate  or  pretentious,  dinner 
patrons  in  smart  street  clothes  as  well 
as  in  evening  dress,  several  of  them 
screen  celebrities. 

Curt  didn't  dance  as  well  as  Tod, 
but  was  just  tall  enough  to  be  pro- 
tecting, his  conversation  so  amusing, 
she  didn't  care  whether  they  danced. 

At  a  quarter  to  eight  they  left.  It 
was  a  ten-minute  drive  back  along 
Sunset  to  the  premiere.  But  here  at 
the  Mocambo  they  "changed  cars." 
The  studio  had  sent  a  limousine  and 
chauflfeur  to  properly  dignify  Miss 
America.  Curt  left  his  own  to  pick  up 

At  the  theater  Julie  found  bleachers 
built  along  the  street  for  the  evening's 
event  were  now  packed  with  a  crowd 
breaking  into  applause  as  its  favorite 
stars  arrived. 

In  a  courtyard  lovely  with  palms, 
giant  ferns  and  fountains  were  the 
famous  cement  blocks  recording  foot- 
prints and  autographs  of  the  stars.  And 
as  Curt  guided  Julie  across  this  exotic 
space  someone  on  the  sidelines  called 
out:  "There's  Miss  America!" 

Heads  instantly  craned  and  there 
was  a  round  of  applause.  Julie  bowed 

.  .  smiled  .  .  .  and  waved  her  hand- 

Proceeding  into  the  theater,  she  was 
certain  she  saw  every  screen  person- 
ahty  she  had  ever  heard  of!  At  nine 
o'clock  the  picture  began.  What  pic- 
ture it  was,  she  scarcely  knew.  She 
decided,  afterward,  that  the  trouble 
with  a  breath-taking  evening  like  this 
one,  was  that  you  were  in  such  a  daze 
while  it  was  happening,  you  couldn't 
realize  what  was  going  on.  And  by 
the  same  token,  afterward  you 
couldn't  remember! 

As  the  picture  finished  and  the 
crowd  began  to  move  into  the  aisles, 
the  occasion  turned  into  an  over- 
crowded reception  for  the  stars  of  to- 
night's premiere,  Juhe  introduced  to 
persons  whom  she  had  never  been 
able  to  imagine  as  real  flesh  and  blood! 
After  an  hour's  milling  about  through 
this  brilliant  kaleidoscope,  they  were 
outdoors  again,  the  police  still  busy 
keeping  space  clear. 

Over  loud-speakers,  which  were  for 
the  benefit  of  parking  lots  a  block 
distant,  the  curb  attendant  called 
names  of  persons  now  ready  to  leave. 

"And  so  the  thrills  of  this  night  are 
over,"  Julie  thought  as  she  and  Curt 
joined  the  line  waiting  for  cars. 

But  she  had  anticipated  her  return 
to  a  mundane  world  too  soon.  For 
now,  exactly  as  though  Cinderella's 
fairy  godmother  waved  her  wand  over 
another  golden  pumpkin,  Miss  Amer- 
ica heard  the  loud-speaker  boom  out 


(while  it  seemed  that  the  world  stood 
still  to  listen!) :  "Miss  Julie  Bumette's 
car  .  .  .  Miss  Julie  Bumette's  car 
please  come  to  the  curb?" 

WITH  the  ringing  of  her  telephone 
at  seven  o'clock  the  next  morn- 
ing, Julie  struggled  into  wakefulness. 
It  was  the  call  she  had  left  last  night, 
since  that  all-important  interview  test 
was  scheduled  for  nine  o'clock. 

She  managed  to  be  dressed  and 
fortified  with  a  cup  of  coffee  in  time 
for  the  studio  car  at  seven-thirty,  and 
at  eight  o'clock  found  herself  on  the 
lot  in  one  of  the  white  leather  chairs, 
in  the  make-up  department. 

Here  Perc  Westmore  supplied  her 
first  comprehensive  idea  of  this  test, 
which  Casting  Director  Steve  Trilling 
had  described  as  a  five-minute  camera 
and  sound  record. 

"It  doesn't  call  for  much  make-up," 




America  is  calling  with  jobs, 
jobs,  jobs!  It's  important — 
to  you,  to  the  man  you  work 
for,  to  your  country — to  be 
the  right  person  for  the  right 
job.  Have  you  asked  yourself 
in  which  one  you  could  ren- 
der your  very  best  service? 

You'll  find  the  answer  in 
Photoplay-Movie  Mirror 
Next  Month! 

Mr.  Westmore  explained,  "because  its 
purpose  is  to  give  us  an  idea  of  you, 
yourself:  We  want  to  know  if  your 
face  should  look  thinner  or  rounder, 
or  if  your  hands  need  improving,  or 
your  voice  or  your  manners." 

As  he  told  her  about  it,  giving  her  a 
light  application  of  grease  paint  and 
powder,  actors  passed  the  open  door, 
an  Indian  chief,  who  startled  you, 
Priscilla  Lane  as  a  dude  rancher. 

Julie  herself,  thirty  minutes  later, 
was  taken  to  the  Studio  Theater  to 
Sophie  Rosenstein. 

"Good  morning,"  that  young  lady 
said  cheerfully.  "Shall  we  go  right 
along  to  Stage  19?  On  the  way  over, 
ril  outline  the  questions  you're  to 
answer  for  the  camera  and  the  mike." 

It  was  a  simple  routine  indeed,  ques- 
tions which  merely  estabUshed  her 
name,  age,  height,  her  home  town. 

education  and  stage  experience,  but 
Julie's  knees  were  quaking  as  she 
crossed  the  bam-like  stage,  past  i 
dozen  deserted  sets,  to  one  small  ares 
banked  round  with  lights. 

After  due  preliminaries  of  focus,  dis- 
tance, et  cetera,  it  was  Sophie  who 
asked  the  questions,  Sophie  standing 
quietly,  reassuringly  on  the  sidelines 
But  lights,  mike  and  camera,  became 
fevered  confusion  for  Ohio's  most 
beautiful  daughter  as  she  answered! 

Afterward,  returning  to  the  Studio 
Theater,  which  was  the  domain  of  the 
young  contract  players  and  Sophie, 
their  coach,  the  little  girl  from  Glad- 
stone heard  the  news  she  had  been 
waiting  for;  the  story  of  the  role  she 
was  to  play  as  Miss  America. 

"As  for  lines,"  Sophie  smiled,  "you 
won't  have  much  to  worry  about,  for 
you  have  exactly  twenty-one  words  to 
say.  The  picture  begins  in  the  summer 
of  1941  in  Grand  Central  Station, 
where  you,  with  your  father,  wait  for 
an  old  family  friend  arriving  from 
Chicago.  When  he  comes,  you  make 
your  first  speech  which  is  'How  do 
you  do?'  Your  second  is  a  week  later 
at  the  Forest  Hills  Tennis  matches. 
Your  father's  friend  proves  to  be  a 
famous  artist  who  asks  if  you  will  pose 
for  a  portrait.  You  reply  that  you 
would  consider  it  an  honor. 

"Then  comes  the  really  important 
thing  you  do,"  she  went  on,  Julie  ar 
absorbed  Ustener;  "The  portrait  is 
painted  in  the  dress  worn  by  yoiu 
great,  great  grandmother,  who,  as  t 
young  pioneer,  was  the  heroine  of  c 
lost  wagon  train.  The  artist  begins  tc 
unfold  the  story  as  he  paints  youj 
portrait,  his  tale  fading  into  the  dra- 
matic enactment  of  the  episode,  which 
of  course,  is  the  real  meat  of  the  pic- 
ture. The  role  of  the  pioneer  girl  L 
played  by  Miss  Davis,  her  heroisn 
taking  its  proper  place  in  history  whei 
the  artist's  painting  of  you,  in  he 
character,  is  an  overnight  inspiratiai 
to  a  war-torn  world;  the  portrai 
called  'Miss  America'  in  honor  of  th 
girl  who  forged  across  the  prairie  ti 
give  this  country  new  land  and  nev 
purpose.  It  is  a  role,"  she  finishec 
"which  any  girl  may  be  proud  an- 
thriUed  to  play." 

Indeed,  Julie  felt  shivers  coursin 
down  her  spine  with  Sophie's  descrip 
tion!  And  now,  as  Miss  America,  sh 
was  due  in  Wardrobe  to  fit  the  cos 
tumes  she  would  wear;  a  smart  suit  i 
which  she  would  meet  the  train, 
sports  outfit  for  the  tennis  matches, 
dinner  gown  to  be  worn  upon  the  i^K 
casion  of  the  portrait's  unveiling,  an 
the  pioneer  dress  duplicating  the  or 
in  which  Miss  Davis  would  play  'ii 
star  role. 

"Then  if  you'll  meet  me  in  the  corr 
missary  at  one,"  said  Sophie,  su.t 
ming  up  Julie's  schedule  for  the  mo  t 
ing,  "we'll  [Continued  on  page  'i 

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Only  old  friends  can  play  at  this!    Nelson  and  Jeanette  spl 



To  Morion  Rhao 

THE  trouble  with  Jeanette  is 
(Nelson  says),  for  one  thing,  the 
way  she  can  sleep  at  any  time — 
between  scenes,  during  the  lunch 
hour,  whenever  she  has  the  opportu- 
nity— and  wake  up  from  her  nap 
fresh  as  a  daisy  and  ready  to  scintil- 
late in  her  next  "I  Married  An  Angel" 
scene  .  .  .  while  I  sleep  badly,  even 
when  I  am  home  and  in  bed. 

There  is  another  thing  about 
Jeanette  which  I  find  censorable,  too. 
I  mean  the  way  she  can — and  does — 
eat  anything  she  likes,  at  any  time. 
Take  cake.  She  can  eat  a  hunk  the 
size  of  a  telephone  book  and  never 
gain  a  pound.  But  me — if  I  eat  so 
much  as  a  square  inch,  my  waist- 
line suffers. 

And  the  way  she  can  read  on  the 
train  when  she  goes  out  on  her  con- 
cert tours,  and  I  can't.  She  comes 
back  to  Hollywood  erudite  as  the 
deuce.  I  am  convinced  she  does  it 
largely  so  she  can  lord  it  over  me, 
who  find  it  impossible  to  concentrate 
on  a  printed  page  with  the  motion  of 
the  train  making  it  jitter  like  an  old- 
fashioned  movie! 

The  trouble  with  Jeanette  is,  too, 
that  I  can  never  tell  when  she  is  going 
to  give  me  the  "dead  pan"  when  I 
tell  a  story.  I'll  regale  her  with  my 
very  latest  and  best,  but  when  I've 
finished  she  often  just  looks  at  me, 
poker-faced.  Sure.  She  knows  this 
lack  of  response  gets  my  goat.  That's 
the  reason  she  does  it. 

And  the  way  she  gets  make-up  on 
my  coat  in  our  love  scenes!  Heck,  if 
the  picture  we're  making  is  modern, 
the  men  have  to  furnish  their  own 
wardrobes.  Thanks  to  Miss  Mac- 
Donald,  my  cleaning  bill  is  terrific.  I 
feel  like  tying  on  a  bib  and  saying, 
"Lay  your  cheek  there,  Baby!" 

The  trouble  with  Jeanette,  too,  is 
that  she  likes  to  wear  pink.  I  hate 
pink.  Yes,  I  know  it  becomes  her. 
Nevertheless.   .   .  . 

Another  thing  about  Jeanette  that  I 
find  most   {Continued  on  page  88) 


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To  Marion  Rheo 

NOW  the  trouble  with  Nelson 
is  (Jeanette  says),  for  in- 
stance, that  devastating  mem- 
ory of  his  that  never  lets  him  forget  a 
single  faux  pas  you've  ever  made,  but 
is  always  trotting  it  out  at  embar- 
rassing moments  to  confound  you.  .  .  . 
Also  the  way  he  never  has  to  keep  a 
date  book,  but  remembers  eveiything 
he  plans  to  do  for  weeks  ahead.  I 
mean,  the  Japanese  can  bomb  Pearl 
Harbor  and  the  United  States  can  go 
to  war,  but  he  remembers  that  ar- 
rangement he  made  for  a  week  from 
Tuesday  at  4:30  p.m.  to  supervise  the 
setting  out  of  more  lemon  ti"ees. 

And  those  lemon  trees  he  already 
has!  I  work  my  fingers  to  the  bone 
trying  to  grow  something — anything — 
that  will  equal  those  lemon  trees  of 
Nelson's  and  I  never  succeed.  .  .  . 

And  how  he  is  always  "measuring" 
my  nose  and  generally  embarrassing 
me  with  his  scrutiny,  but  will  not  (to 
date,  at  least)  show  me  the  bust  he  is 
sculpturing  of  me.  "You  won't  like 
it  at  this  point,"  he  says,  with  a  mad- 
dening air  of  masculine  superiority. 
How  does  he  knou;  I  won't  like  it? 

The  trouble  with  Nelson  is,  too,  that 
no  matter  how  hard  I  study,  he  always 
knows  his  lines  as  well  as  I  do 
mine!  Honestly,  when  I  work  as  hard 
as  I  do  to  be  letter-perfect,  I  think 
I  should  be  rewarded  by  slips  from 
him  now  and  then.  But  I  seldom 

And  it  irks  me,  too,  because  he  isn't 
a  bit  superstitious,  when  everyone 
knows  all  actors  are  superstitious!  I 
admit  it — I  am!  I  have  to  wear  that 
old  plaid  coat  of  mine  on  the  day  I 
start  work  in  a  new  picture,  because 
it  brings  me  luck.  And  then  Nelson 
smiles  a  superior  smile  and  goes 
around  knocking  wood,  crossing  his 
fingers,  looking  over  his  left  shoulder 
and  clowning  about  superstitions  in 
general  until,  if  I  weren't  a  perfect 
lady,  I  think  I'd  tweak  his  nose! 

Another  thing  about  Nelson  that 
simply  drives  {  on  page  88) 



Howard  Hughes,  who  made 
more  top  s+ars  love  him  than 
any  other  Hollywood  man 


A HOLLYWOOD  wolf  stalks  the  fair  and 
easy  prey  of  the  film  colony  just  so  long. 
Then  a  girl  with  blue  velvet  eyes,  a 
million  dollars,  or  black  silk  hair  comes  along 
and  there's  a  wedding  with  photographers  or 
an  elopement  to  Mexico  or  Arizona,  with  every- 
body saying,  "I  never  thought  he'd  marry  her!" 
Or  vice  versa. 

One  wolf  alone  defies  this  rule.  Year  in,  year 
out — for  the  past  ten  years,  ever  since  the  love 
of  his  life  went  wrong — this  wolf  has  gone  his 
predatory  way.  Always  the  girls  who  fall  in 
love  with  him  insist  upon  believing  his  love 
for  them  is  different.  Always  they  surround 
his  attentions  with  the  secrecy  he  demands  for 
all  his  activities,  romantic  and  othei-wise. 
He  has  everything,  this  lone  wolf. 
He's  thirty-six  years  old  and  he's  six  feet, 
three  inches  tall,  with  broad  shoulders  and 
lean  hips. 

He's  rich  as  Croesus  with  achievements  that 
are  many  and  brilliant. 

He  has  a  soft  voice,  half  Southern,  half  West- 
ern, shy  eyes  and  an  infectious  grin. 

He  jams  a  crumpled  old  hat  on  his  head  and 
looks  dashing. 

He  has  an  inferiority  complex,  probably  born 
of  his  deafness,  which  adds  to  his  chann  in- 
stead of  subtracting  from  it.  For  it  comf>els 
him  to  campaign  for  hearts  instead  of  feeling  a 
girl  is  doing  all  right  for  herself  when  he's 

He's  Howard  Robard  Hughes. 

There  should  be  a  law  against  him. 

Current  rumors  in  the  film  colony  say  that 
Rita  Hayworth  has  first  claim  on  the  violent  and 
volatile  Hughes  affections.  Late  spring  found 
Rita  and  Howard  at  Palm  Springs,  a  glorious 
place  to  be  when  love  is  young.  Your  horse 
takes  you  along  mountain  trails  beside  which 
the  desert  flowers  grow  and  even  while  the  sun 
is  warm  upon  you  the  breeze  is  spiced  with  the 
snow  that  lies  deep  on  the  summits.  You  swim 
in  private  pools  that  lie  like  platters  of  tur- 
quoise and  jade  in  sweet,  tropical  gardens.  You 
sit  in  the  dim  Lun  bar  while  the  guitar  boys 
strum  your  special  song.  You  drive  through  the 
blackest,  longest,  quietest  nights  in  all  the 

But  these  delights  leave  their  glow  upon  you 
so,  when  you  walk  down  the  main  street  ol 
this  little  desert  town,  you  must  be  prepared — 
as  Howard  and  Rita  were  not,  apparently — 
for  those  you  meet  to  read  your  secret. 

Rita  denies  the  romance.  She  says,  in  effect. 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mhwor 

The  names  of  his  romances 
are  startling.  The  details 
were  kept  secret — until  now 


pburn:  Sh 
by  he 
o,  waifin 
w  o  r 

"No,  no,  a  thousand  times  no!  I've  trouble 
enough  right  now  without  taking  on  anything 
else.  I'm  marking  time  waiting  for  my  final 
divorce  decree."  But  her  denials  aren't  so  con- 
vincing as  they  would  be  if  denials  and  mystery 
weren't  always  part  of  the  build-up  of  a 
Hughes  romance. 

Before  the  Rita  rumors  there  Wcis  Faith  Dorn. 
Maybe  there  is  still  Faith  Dorn.  No  one  ever 
can  be  sure.  During  the  past  year  photo- 
graphs of  a  girl  with  young  hair  and  soft  curves 
have  appeared  in  the  papers.  Captions  have 
read  "Faith  Dorn,  movie  actress,  and  her  mother 
are  at  Tucson,  Arizona,  guests  of  Howard 
Hughes,  millionaire  movie  producer  and  air 
enthusiast.  Hollywood  is  speculating  whether 
Faith  is  scheduled  to  be  Mrs.  Hughes." 

If  Hedy  Lamarr,  Ginger  Rogers,  Olivia  de 
Havilland,  Katharine  Hepburn  and  a  dozen 
other  girls  said,  "Oh  yeah!"  as  they  read  these 
items  they  were  only  properly  cynical.  How- 
ever, we'll  bet  a  Dache  bonnet  there  was  a  soft 
shine  in  their  eyes.  Women  never  forget  the 
man  who — for  a  year  or  a  month  or  a  day — 
made  them  feel  like  Juliet,  Melisande,  or  Isolde. 

"What  is  Howard's  charm — please?"  we  asked 
a  star  who  once  loved  him  and  who  likes  to 
talk  about  him  still. 

She  said,  "When  a  man  who's  quiet  and  re- 
served— even  a  little  taciturn  at  times — goes 
overboard — well,  a  girl  thinks,  'I  caused  this 
transformation!'  She's  twice  in  love  then,  of 
course.  She's  in  love  with  the  man  and  with 
her  triumph." 

"When,  usually,  does  Howard  start  losing  in- 
terest?" we  asked. 

"Whenever  a  girl  begins  to  be  possessive,"  she 
answered.  "At  such  times  he's  quicksilver. 
He's  gone  even  while  the  girl  is  sure  she  holds 

BEFORE  Rita  Hayworth  there  was  Faith  Dorn 
and  before  Faith  Dorn  there  was  Hedy 

For  a  month  and  more  Howard  and  Hedy  had 
nightly  dates.  He  showered  her  with  expen- 
sive gifts.  He  sent  her  crates  of  flowers.  Every- 
body hopes — and  believes — it  was  Hedy  who 
called  quits.  Not  for  any  man  would  she 
jeopardize  her  chances  of  adopting  Jamsie,  the 
little  blue-eyed  boy  she  loves  so  well.  And  it 
was  when  gossip  began  that  this  romance  ended. 

Hedy  was  playing  a  return  engagement  on 
the  Hughes  merry-go-round.  He  sought  her 
first  back  in  1938,  after  her  triumph  in  "Algiers." 

AUGUST,  1942 

Hedy  Lamarr: 
Everyone  hopes 
and  believes  it 
was  she  who 
called  quits 


However,  then  too,  she  managed, 
where  most  girls  fail,  to  stand  clear 
of  heartbreak. 

Austrian  women,  like  Hedy,  are 
adept  at  the  game  of  love.  Besides, 
once  maiTied  to  Fritz  Mandl,  the 
fabulously  wealthy  munitions  tycoon, 
Hedy  harbors  no  illusions  about  mil- 
lionaires. In  Hollywood  it  has  been 
Reginald  Gardiner,  Gene  Markey  and 
George  Montgomery  who,  in  turn, 
have  charmed  her. 

Ginger  Rogers,  whom  Hedy  might 
have  supplanted  in  the  Hughes 
kaleidoscope,  didn't  stand  clear  of 
heartbreak  from  all  appearances.  In 
spite  of  two  marriages  Ginger  remains 
emotionally  young.  She's  also  Irish; 
which  means  she'll  always  go  out  all 
the  way  for  any  man  who  becomes 
important  to  her  and  believe  every 
wonderful  whisper. 

Howard's  wish  for  secrecy  was 
Ginger's  law.  She  wouldn't  talk 
about  him  to  anyone.  She  was  happy 
to  go  dancing  at  little  out-of-the-way 
places  in  the  Valley.  She  and  Howard 
were  seen  at  a  Hollywood  spot  just 
once,  the  Beverly  Wilshire.  She  de- 
lighted in  making  it  possible  for  him 

to  visit  her  house,  a  hilltop  fortress, 
without  being  seen. 

"Ginger's  most  frequent  escort  in 
recent  months  has  been  Howard 
Hughes,"  a  columnist  finally  reported. 
You  can  keep  things  quiet  just  so 
long.  "It  seems  likely  he  will  become 
her  third  husband." 

Ginger  then  sued  Lew  Ayres,  from 
whom  she  ha<i  been  separated  for  five 
years,  for  divorce  and  appeared  at  the 
studio  wearing  Howard's  emerald. 
Even  in  Hollywood,  where  star  sap- 
phires come  as  big  as  robins'  eggs  and 
diamond  necklaces  are  as  pyrotechnic 
as  the  Northern  Lights,  it  didn't  seem 
likely  Howard,  for  all  his  millions, 
would  invest  in  a  ring  like  that  if 
he  were  only  fooling. 

"There'll  be  an  announcement 
around  Christmas,"  those  close  to 
Ginger  confided  optimistically.  But  no 
announcement  was  forthcoming.  In- 
stead there  were  rumors  it  was  all 

No  one  who  saw  Ginger  given  the 
Motion  Picture  Academy  Award 
doubted  those  rumors  were  right. 
While  she  stood  clasping  her  Oscar 
to  her  tears  rained  down  her  face.  It 

was  in  vain  she  tried  to  speak. 

A  knowing  woman  said,  "It  isn't 
over  Oscar  she  weeps,  poor  child!  But 
maybe  Oscar  will  help  her  forget  the 
other  fellow." 

Which  brings  us  to  a  luncheon 
table  at  Lucey's.  Lucey's  is  a 
restaurant  with  flagged  stone  floors, 
high-breasted  fireplaces,  lounge 
booths,  excellent  spaghetti  and  potent 
cocktails.  At  Lucey's,  if  you  listen, 
you'll  hear  all  about  the  horses  that 
run  at  Santa  Anita  (when  their  stalls 
aren't  occupied  by  alien  Japanese) 
and  all  about  the  stars  who  work  at 
the  Paramount  and  RKO  studios 
across  the  way. 

There  were  three  of  us  at  table,  a 
star  and  a  publicity  girl,  both  of  whom 
must  be  nameless,  and  this  writer. 

On  the  lapel  of  the  star's  suit — 
which  fit  her  as  if  she  had  been 
poured  into  it — was  a  handsome  sap- 
phire clip.  Admiring  this  clip,  which 
was  new,  the  publicity  girl  said,  "It 
must  be  pleasant  being  a  movie  star!" 

"It  is — sometimes, "  the  star  agreed. 
"That's  the  trouble.  It's  so  dam 
pleasant  sometimes  that  none  of  us 
is  wiUing  to  give  up,  in  spite  of  all 
the  other  times.  Actually,  you  know, 
we  have  everything  and  nothing. 

"Above  everything  else  a  girl  needs 
a  man — to  love  her  and  protect  her 
and  boss  her  around  now  and  then. 
We  miss  that.  Those  of  us  who  are 
single  outnumber  the  available  men 
in  the  film  colony — even  counting 
those  who  wear  toupees — about 
twelve  to  one.  Our  incomes  frighten 
away  nice  guys  who  don't  have  much 

"Bored  sitting  alone,  waiting  for 
the  phone  to  ring,  we  finally  ask 
one  of  the  boys  who're  always  avail- 
able if  they  don't  have  to  pick  up 
a  check  to  take  us  out.  Or  we  give 
in  and  go  dancing  with  a  paunchy 
executive  who  has  more  hair  on  his 
hands  than  on  his  head;  and  before 
the  first  rhumba  is  over  we  wish  we 
were  home  with  that  good  book 
everybody's  always  talking  about. 

"If,"  she  concluded,  "a  young  man 
who's  attractive  and  has  monej'  ap- 
pears it's  a  rat  race!" 

She  was  being  amusing  but  she  was 
in  bitter  earnest,  too. 

The  publicity  girl  said,  suddenly,  "I 
hear  Ginger  Rogei-s  is  flirting  with  a 
breakdown,  that  she  comes  in  late  and 
leaves  early.  They're  glad  enough  to 
fit  her  scenes  in  when  she's  around 
of  course.  They  know  if  she  didn't 
have  what  it  takes  she  wouldn't  be 
working  at  all!" 

There  was  a  little  silence.  "It  was 
Ginger  I  was  thinking  about  especial- 
ly, as  you  guessed,"  said  the  star. 

It  isn't  only  in  Hollywood  when 
there  aren't  enough  men  to  go  rounc 
that  Howard  Hughes  is  dynamite 
Gloria  Baker.  {Continued  on  page  89 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  NfiRRor 

Standing  aces  high  in  the  fash- 
ion field  is  this  shell  pink  silk 

and  wool  gabardine  sport 
suit  worn  by  Miss  Del  Rio.  The 
coat  lops  over  with  horizontal 

buttoning,  the  pockets  are 
slashed  snnortly  in,  the  pleat 
is  arrow-stitched  for  an  adroit 
finish.    The  Del  Rio  choice  in 

accessories — a  white  silk  shirt, 
stitch-bordered,  a  crush-knit  beanie 
and  white  and  burgundy  wedgies 

Romance  Trappings 

Cocktail  hour  come-on  is  this 

Bionchini  Ferier  block  ond  pink 
wheat  print  that  looks  smart, 

looks  cool,  looks  spectacular. 
The  best-dressed  Del  Rio  wears 
with  it  a  black  straw  beanie  with 

an  intriguing  rickrack-bordered 
veil,  block  suede  gloves,  shoes 
and  big  pouch  bag  with  a  carved 

ivory  ornament.  She  further  proves 
she's  a  lady  in  the  pink  with  an 
Irene  surprise — a  froufrou  collar 

This  is  Penny  Salata,  one  of  the  fast-growing  army  of  seriou 
minded  young  girls  who  are  hard  at  work  in  the  war  plants  i 
America.  She  does  hand-tapping  in  the  Propeller  Division  at  tl 
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dancing  date  at  the  famous 
Meadowbrook,  haunt  of  the 
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but  it  packs  a  fatal  wallop 
man's  language! 

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A  tragic  teen-age  "xperience  Is 
never  spoken  of  by  Jean  Arthur 

Boyer  won't  easily  forget  one 
mortifying  moment  in  Hollywood 

THE  past  is  like  a  pawnshop  where 
the  customers  have  hocked  the 
present  and  can  never  go  back  to 
retrieve  it.  There  the  things  that  have 
been  part  of  their  Uves — the  funny 
things,  the  tragic  things,  the  little  hu- 
man things — lie  hidden  away  and  for- 
gotten on  dusty  shelves.  But  if  those 
things  had  tongues  they  could  tell 
revealing  stories  about  their  owners. 

Let's  look  into  the  pawnshop  of  the 

Tucked  away  in  a  dark  corner  is  a 
tragic  memory  in  Jean  Arthur's  life 
that  should  soften  her  critics. 

For  as  far  back  as  Hollywood  can 
■ecall,  Jean  has  been  inclined  to  be 
Tiorose.  Usually  she  remained  by  her- 
self.   Occasionally,  when  she  would 

come  out  of  her  shell,  it  would  be  only 
to  sit  silently  in  front  of  a  record  ma- 
chine. While  other  guests  laughed  and 
had  fun,  Jean  drank  in  the  music  and 
stared  into  space. 

When  she  was  still  in  her  teens, 
Jean  had  a  tragic  marriage.  Julian 
was  tall,  curly-haired,  restless,  irre- 
sistible in  his  happy-go-lucky  way. 
His  romantic  charm  appealed  to  the 
young  girl  who  was  a  terrific  roman- 
ticist herself.  Very  little  is  known  of 
that  marriage.  It  was  short-lived. 
Julian  died  on  a  boat  while  holidaying 
off  the  coast  of  Catalina.  Jean  Arthur 
lelired  deeper  into  a  private  world  of 
her  own  choosing.  Today  she  is  hap- 
pily married  to  Frank  Ross,  one  of 
Hollywood's  youngest  and  smartest 

producers.  They  live  quietly  and  enjoy 
the  companionship  of  a  few  close 
friends.  But  Jean  will  probably  never 
be  as  completely  emancipated  as  she 
has  every  right  to  be. 

After  the  gallant  way  Glark  Gable 
faced  his  recent  tragedy,  it's  difficult 
to  believe  that  a  dress  shirt  could 
once  have  caused  him  so  much  unhap- 
piness.  It  happened  when  Clark  was 
struggling  so  desperately  to  get  a 
break  in  pictures.  Finally  he  got  a  job 
that  required  wearing  a  dinner  jacket. 
In  those  days  cameras  hadn't  pro- 
gressed to  the  stage  where  they  could 
photograph  dead  white.  In  order  to 
appear  white  on  the  screen,  dresses, 
shirts,  sheets  and  pillow  cases,  cur- 
tains, tablecloths  and  napkins,  all  had 

AUGUST.  1942 


One  act  of  Barbara  Stanwyck's  ended 
her  Hollywood  social  career  for  years 

Few  people  know  of  the  black 
hour  in   Robert  Taylor's  past 

to  be  dyed  pale  blue  or  pink. 

Clark's  face  mirrored  his  unhap- 
piness  when  he  heard  the  cameraman's 
words:  "You'll  have  to  have  that  dress 
shirt  dyed  blue,  Mr.  Gable.  It  picks 
up  too  much  light  that  way." 

Clark  pleaded,  but  in  vain.  It  was 
the  only  dress  shirt  he  had.  In  case 
he  was  invited  out  for  an  evening,  he 
couldn't  very  well  wear  a  blue  shirt 
with  his  dinner  jacket.  He  couldn't 
afford  to  go  out  and  have  another  one 
made  to  order.  Finally,  Clark  went 
to  the  director.  It  was  okay  with  him, 
but  the  cameraman  stood  his  ground. 
Clark's  precious  shirt  came  back  from 
the  wardrobe  dyed  a  heavenly  blue! 
Soon  after  that  Clark  got  his  big  break. 
There  have  been  many  dress  shirts 
since  then,  worn  on  red-letter  occa- 
sions, but  none  of  them  does  he  re- 
member so  vividly  as  he  recalls  that 
baby  blue  dress  shirt. 

When  stardom  came  to  Dawn  O'Day, 
she  retained  the  name  of  the  character 
she  played — Anne  Shirley.  It  had  been 
a  long,  hard  struggle.  Anne  and  her 
mother,  Mimi  Shirley,  breathed  their 
gratefulness.  The  studio  needed  a 
home  sitting  to  publicize  "Anne  Of 
Green  Gables."  Anne  Shirley  couldn't 
have  been  more  delighted.  The  home 
address  of  the  Shirleys  proved  to  be 

a  five  and  ten  cent  store.  The  studio 
was  bewildered.  Quick  checking  dis- 
closed that  Anne  lived  above  the  five 
and  ten. 

It  was  a  tiny  apartment  scrubbed  to 
shining  perfection.  The  bed  was  hid- 
den behind  a  door  in  the  wall.  Here 
and  there  were  homey  bits  of  decora- 
tion. Potted  plants  in  tin  cans  lined 
the  fire  escape.  The  most  beautiful 
thing  in  the  room  was  the  shining 
light  in  Anne  Shirley's  eyes.  It  was 
her  home.  She  was  proud  of  it.  To- 
day Anne  could  still  live  there  and 
still  feel  just  as  proud.  The  only 
difference  between  sweet  Dawn  O'Day 
who  became  Anne  Shirley  and  Anne 
Shirley  who  became  the  divorced  wife 
of  John  Payne  is — Anne  was  happier 
then  than  she  is  now! 

Back  in  Charles  Boyer's  past  there 
is  a  moment  he'll  never  forget.  The 
studios  were  then  making  foreign  ver- 
sions of  American  pictures.  Boyer  had 
been  brought  over  to  speak  in  his 
French  mother  tongue.  He  didn't 
know  a  soul.  He  couldn't  speak  the 
English  language.  Very  little  atten- 
tion was  paid  to  him  on  the  M-G-M 
lot.  He  was  a  miserable  man.  When 
foreign  versions  were  discontinued, 
they  were  stuck  with  Boyer!  Stuck 
with  the  man  they  paid  a  reputed  one 

hundred  thousand  dollars  for  one  pic- 
ture, just  a  few  years  later! 

In  order  to  get  a  little  use  out  of 
him,  Boyer  was  given  the  bit  part  of 
Jean  Harlow's  chauffeur,  in  "Red 
Headed  Woman."  Boyer  had  to  open 
the  door  and  speak  one  line.  That 
was  all.  The  line  was  in  English  and 
it  made  him  nervous.  He  fumbled  with 
the  doorknob.  "Great  scott,"  all  but 
screamed  director  Jack  Conway, 
"don't  you  even  know  how  to  open 
a  door!"  This — to  a  man  who  had 
starred  on  the  French-speaking  stage 
for  fifteen  years.  Today  Charles  never 
gets  a  chance  to  open  doors.  They 
see  him  coming  miles  away  and  do  it 
for  him! 

Those  who  remember  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck in  the  past  remember  her  as  a 
most  unpleasant  and  anti-social  young 
lady.  Barbara  was  new  in  Hollywood. 
Frank  Fay  was  the  main  attraction  in 
their  family.  Or  so  Frank  felt  and 
Barbara  believed  him.  The  first  party 
they  went  to,  Frank  went  into  the 
other  room  and  played  poker  with  the 
boys.  Barbara  was  left  alone  in  a 
strange  room  filled  with  stranger  pro- 
ducers' wives.  She  sat  there  in  silence 
while  they  drooled  over  gossip.  They 
tore  their  husbands'  stars  to  bits  and 
shreds.    The  next  time  Barbara  was 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

invited,  she  took  along  a  book.  She  sat 
and  read  the  entire  evening.  Thus 
ended  her  career  in  Hollywood  so- 
ciety for  many  years  to  come. 

Very  few  people  know  of  a  certain 
black  hour  in  Robert  Taylor's  past. 
Unprepared  for  the  avalanche  of 
popularity  which  had  descended  upon 
him,  he  was  at  a  loss  as  to  how  to 
handle  not  only  it,  but  the  barrage  of 
criticism  that  rode  along  with  it. 
Things  went  from  bad  to  worse.  So 
did  the  roles  he  was  handed  to  play. 

Then  one  day  a  beaten  Bob  went 
out  to  the  airport  and  bought  a  seat 
on  the  first  plane  leaving  the  ground. 
He  didn't  care  where  it  went.  He  was 
through  in  pictures,  so  what  difference 
did  it  make?  When  the  door  of  the 
airliner  was  thrown  open  at  Salt  Lake 
City  and  all  the  passengers  got  out,  it 
still  didn't  matter. 

Bob  walked  the  sprawling  streets  of 
the  city  in  the  valley  of  salt.  Presently 
he  came  to  the  majestic  Mormon  Tem- 
ple, then  the  statue  commemorating 
the  Miracle  of  the  Sea  Gulls  which 
saved  these  hardy  pioneers  from  the 
pestilence  of  the  locusts.  All  about  him 
were  strength,  simplicity — and  faith. 
He  began  to  feel  his  own  strength  and 

faith  returning.  You  didn't  run  away 
just  because  you  were  licked. 

Robert  Taylor  took  the  next  plane 
back  to  Hollywood — and  fought  it  out. 

Since  "Johnny  Eager"  Van  Heflin's 
success  has  been  sensational.  But  it 
wasn't  this  way  the  first  time  Van 
tried  the  movies  as  a  contractee  at 
RKO.  He  was  King  of  the  B's  and  dis- 
liked that  studio  almost  as  much  as 
they  disliked  him.  Van  didn't  have  a 
close  friend  in  Hollywood.  Night  after 
night  he  stayed  at  home,  his  only  com- 
pany a  colored  servant  who  drove  out 
here  with  him  from  the  East  and  who 
used  to  stay  up  with  Van  and  play 

OUT  of  Ray  Milland's  past  come 
stories  that  should  warm  the 
hearts  of  movie  aspirants.  At  one  time 
Ray  was  so  broke  he  was  kicked  out 
of  his  apartment  on  Sunset  Boulevard. 
Another  time  he  slept  for  six  months 
on  a  couch  in  a  friend's  living  i-oom. 
In  the  midst  of  this  haphazard  exis- 
tence Ray  fell  in  love.  And  when  two 
nice  people  fall  in  love,  they  want  to 
get  married. 

Jobs  came  here  and  there.  Nothing 
permanent  presented  itself.    Ray  de- 

cided it  wasn't  fair  to  his  wife.  He'd 
have  to  find  a  steady  job.  So  he  ap- 
plied to  his  father-in-law,  then  a 
successful  Hollywood  agent.  Ray's 
first  three  days  peddling  flesh  were 
about  as  inspiring  as  a  trip  on  a  mer- 
ry-go-round. The  fourth  day  a  friend 
called  him  up.  An  actor  had  just  ar- 
rived from  New  York.  He  didn't  have 
an  agent.  Ray  tore  over  to  meet — 
Cesar  Romero,  today  one  of  his  best 
friends.  Cesar  agreed  to  give  Ray  a 
week's  try  at  representing  him.  Bright 
and  early  Ray  was  up  and  heading  for 
Paramount.  Just  as  he  was  going  out 
the  door,  RKO  called.  They  had  a 
part  for  him  and  no  one  else  would 
do.  Poor  Ray!  He  did  need  the 
money.  Man  and  agent  fought  it  out. 
Man  won. 

Ray's  part  lasted  a  week.  Luckily 
for  Cesar,  a  part  in  a  New  York  play 
called  him  back  to  Broadway.  When 
Cesar  eventually  returned  to  Holly- 
wood, the  first  thing  he  did  was  send 
Ray  a  wire.  Ray  received  it  on  the 
set  at  Paramount  where  he  is  now 
a  star.  "If  it's  okay  with  you,"  wired 
Cesar,  "I'm  changing  agents  because 
I  eat,  too!" 

The  End 

The  studio  was  embarrassed  by  what 
they  saw   in   Anne   Shirley's  house 

Cesar  Ronnero  is  now  a  friend  of  Ray 
Milland's;  he  once  was  his  employer 

lUCUST,  1942 

What  About  You? 

(Continued  from  page  31)  her  mind 
about  those  bonds.  Perhaps  the  picture 
of  his  going  to  war  with  an  unquestion- 
ing faith  in  his  country  and  himself  and 
his  future  did  it;  perhaps  it  was  the 
notion  that  by  helping,  even  a  little,  to 
pay  for  munitions  and  surgical  instru- 
ments and  planes  she  would  be  helping 
to  make  Henry's  job  easier.  Her  motives 
are  not  really  important. 

But  Mary  fascinates  me.  I'm  excited 
by  the  strength  she  represents,  the 
strength  of  all  the  people  like  her  across 
America.  She's  not  amazing  just  because 
she's  buying  war  bonds;  patriotism  isn't 
anything  odd,  and  there  isn't  much  to 
shout  about  when  someone  with  extra 
money  invests  it  in  his  own  war  effort. 
That's  something  you  just  do  because 
you're  an  American,  because  it  makes 

MARY'S  not  the  only  one  of  her  kind. 
There  was  that  wonderful,  angry, 
intense  old  man  living  in  a  California 
old  folks'  haven  when  war  broke  out. 
He'd  turned  his  savings  into  the  institu- 
tion so  he  could  spend  the  rest  of  his 
life  there,  but  he  did  have  one  dollar 
left — or  rather  a  check  for  one  dollar 
from  the  United  States  Government. 
Seems  he'd  lent  a  pair  of  binoculars  to 
the  country  during  the  first  world  war 
and  the  check  was  an  honorarium  he'd 
received  when  they  sent  back  the  binocu- 
lars. The  glasses  had  long  since  been 
sold,  but  he  figured  he  could  at  least 
spend  the  last  dollar  he  had  in  the  world 
to  help  the  new  fight.  He  had  to  take 
the  check  out  of  its  frame,  first,  before 
he  cashed  it  and  bought  four  twenty- 
five-cent  War  Stamps.  It  had  been  just 
a  curiosity  until  1933;  then  it  had  be- 
come a  treasure,  because  one  of  the  sig- 
natures on  it  was  that  of  Franklin  Roose- 
velt, Assistant  Secretary  of  the  Navy. 

Consider  a  certain  contract  player  at 
one  of  the  larger  studios.  She  got  her 
first  break  about  a  year  ago,  but  her 
salary  was  only  $75  a  week  and  that 
didn't  nearly  cover  her  expenses  in  a 
town  like  Hollywood.  One  of  the  reasons 
they  hired  her,  though,  was  that  she 
owned  a  gorgeous  crop  of  long,  naturally 
red  hair  that  fell  to  her  waist  and  could 
be  done  in  all  sorts  of  exotic  styles.  Or 
it  could  be  left  free,  when  she  was  cast 
as  a  peasant  girl. 

She  appeared  one  day  wearing  a  ban- 
danna over  her  head  and  the  fabulous 
tresses  were  gone.  The  studio  hair- 
dresser clapped  his  hands  over  his  eyes, 
howling  in  agony.  "What  on  earth  have 
you  done  to  yourself?"  he  screamed. 

She  told  him.  She'd  heard  the  make- 
up department  was  frantic  about  the  wig 
situation  because  it  couldn't  buy  human 
hair  from  Europe  after  the  war  began, 
so  she'd  sold  them  hers  for  a  whopping 
price.  The  money  had  gone  to  fill  her 
studio  quota  of  bonds. 

There's  a  nice  Hollywood  ending  to 
this  story.  After  the  hairdresser  had 
recovered  enough  to  lift  his  comb,  he 
accepted  the  challenge  and  designed  a 
stunning  coiffure  for  her;  the  studio 
couldn't  use  her  in  character  parts  any 
longer  so  she  was  given  a  romantic 
lead  in  one  of  the  B  productions.  She 
was  surprisingly  good.  Now  the  studio 
is  talking  a  new  contract. 

One  of  my  neighbors  is  a  middle-aged 
schoolteacher,  a  spinster.  She's  always 
been  lonely,  even  a  bit  sour  about  lite; 
but  she  has  managed  to  see  herself 
through  year  after  year  of  work  because, 
by  saving  her  money,  going  without  lux- 
uries— even  desserts  for  dinner — she  has 
been  able  to  take  a  vacation  trip  each 
summer.  This  year,  she  planned  to  go 
to  Mexico,  and  one  day  not  long  ago  she 
deposited  the  final  ten  dollars  that  com- 
pleted her  fund.  After  she  left  the  bank 
she  stopped  by  a  railroad  agency,  made 
reservations  for  the  middle  of  June  and 
then  went  to  the  home  of  an  old  school 
friend  who  is  now  the  mother  of  four 
grown  sons.  Her  visit  was  primarily 
one  of  sympathy,  because  three  of  her 
friend's  sons  were  in  the  service  and  the 
fourth,  the  "baby,"  was  about  to  be  in- 

Our  schoolteacher  had  brought  along 
an  extra  handkerchief,  but  instead  of  a 
weeping  woman  she  found  her  friend 
fully  rationalized  and  fiercely  proud  of 
the  gift  she  was  making  to  her  country. 
It  was  a  week  before  the  schoolteacher 
could  convince  herself  that  she  should 
make  some  sacrifice,  even  if  she  had  no 
sons  to  send  away;  then  she  cut  her  pro- 
posed trip  in  half.  And  it  was  another 
two  weeks  before  she  gave  up  Mexico 
entirely,  in  favor  of  American  victory. 

The  last  I  heard  she'd  joined  a  First- 
Aid  class.  She  had  discovered  for  the  first 
time  going  to  this  class  twice  a  week 
that  she  need  be  neither  lonely  nor  un- 
wanted. She  gave  up  her  vacation  and 
gained  a  whole  new  life  for  herself. 

I  BELIEVE,  and  Photoplay-Movie  Mir- 
'  ror  agrees  with  me,  that  these  are  the 
kind  of  people  who  ought  to  be  talked 
about  today. 

These  are  the  stories  to  tell  to  remind 
us  that  we  are  invincible,  that  in  our  fan- 
tastic American  way  we  will  do  not  only 

Write  to  me  and  tell  me  about  them.  You'll  probably  be  able  to 
do  this  in  about  250  words.  Send  your  letters  to  me  In  core  of 
Photoplay-Movie  Mirror,  7751  Sunset  Boulevard,  Hollywood,  California. 
The  editors  and  I  will  choose  the  best  one;  it  will  be  printed  in  this 
magazine  and  the  writer  will  be  awarded  a  $25  War  Bond. 

We  may  even  send  a  complimentary  copy  of  the  winning  story  to 
Mr.  Hitler,  so  he  can  see  what  he's  up  against. 

the    possible    but    the    impossible  too. 

Such  stories  there  are  in  your  town, 
across  your  street  or  in  your  clubhouse. 
Not  all  of  them  considerately  prove,  as 
in  the  case  of  my  red-haired  friend,  that 
virtue  often  provides  more  than  its  own 
reward.  But  the  people  who  find  a  way 
to  buy  war  bonds  are  shrewd,  hard- 
headed,  realistic  people  who  know  the 
worth  of  money  and  are  satisfied  with 
the  bargain.  'The  hearty,  crisp-voiced 
old  grandma  who  spiritedly  gathers  up 
the  collection  of  gold  trinkets  and  rings 
she  has  treasured  for  years,  mutters, 
"Why  am  I  keeping  all  this  junk  any- 
way?" and  sells  them  in  order  to  buy 
bonds,  is  paying,  as  she  would  a  long- 
due  bill,  for  the  good  life  she  has  had. 
And  she  is  making  an  installment  on 
the  same  bill  for  her  grandchildren.  The 
housewife  who,  noticing  the  nimiber  of 
women  being  employed  by  the  factory 
near  her  home,  turns  her  back  yard 
into  a  nursery  and  cares  for  the  workers' 
babies  for  a  nominal  fee,  is  using  her 
profits  for  bonds  with  the  satisfied 
knowledge  that  she's  securing  her  right 
to  own  a  back  yard  and  do  with  it  as 
she  pleases! 

The  End 


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Para  mount'  i  singing  star  Betty 
Hutton  and  song  u  riler  Frank  Locsser 

relax  on  the  set  oj  "Happy-Co- 
Lucky."  Their  good  taste  in  music 
put  them  on  top  in  Hollywood. 

Pepsi-Cola's  swell  flavor  is 
tops  in  good  taste  everywhere. 
At  home  or  on  the  road  —  no 
matter  where  you  are— you'll 
enjoy  Pepsi-Cola's  1 2  full  ounces, 
first  sip  to  last.  Only  a  nickel, 
too.  Uncap  a  Pepsi-Cola  today. 

^   I'epsi-Cola  is  made  only  by  Pepsi-Cola  Company,  Long  Island  City,  N.  Y.  Bottled  locally  by  Authorized  Bottlers  from  coast  to  coast.  "iAt 

Want  to  Play  Gin  Rummy? 

Olivia  de  Havilland  and  George  Brent  burn  the  candle  for  the  gin- 
rumnny  cause,  score  themselves  on  an  approved  score  card  (right) 










1 00 — game 
80 — 4  boxes 


40—2  boxes 

283  winner's 
— 66  opponent's 

66 — opponent's 

2  1  7 — final  score 

^Continued  from  page  43)  then  figures 
the  value  of  his  remaining  unmatched 
cards.  Suppose  this  value  is  14,  and 
suppose  his  opponent  had  knocked  with 
8,  then  the  opponent  would  win  the  hand 
with  a  score  of  6  points,  or  the  difference 
between  14  and  8. 

If  one  player  knocks  and  his  opponent 
ends  up  with  the  same  or  smaller  count, 
the  opponent  receives  the  difference  be- 
tween the  two  scores,  if  any,  plus  a  10- 
point  bonus.  K  a  player  knocks  without 

any  remaining  points  at  all,  however  (the 
way  Ilona  Massey  did  it  in  the  picture 
on  page  43),  he  is  100  percent  safe;  and  in 
addition  wins  20  points  for  "Gin,"  plus 
his  opponent's  score.  Even  if  the  op- 
ponent also  ends  up  with  zero,  the  other 
player  still  wins  with  20  points  exactly 
because  he  knocked  first. 

The  winner  of  the  hand  deals  the  next, 
this  continuing  until  one  player  reaches 
100  points  or  more.  At  this  point,  the 
game  is  over  and  the  total  score  is 

figured  out.    Here's  the  way  to  do  it 

a)  Winner  receives  the  difference  in 
the  totaled  scores  of  the  two  players. 
(The  player  who  first  scores  100 
points  is  given  credit  for  any  points 
he  scores  in  excess  of  100.) 

b)  Winner  receives  a  bonus  of  100 
points  for  "game";  if  opponent  has 
not  scored  at  all,  this  bonus  is 

c)  Each  player  receives  20  points  for 
each  hand  (or  "box")  he  has  won. 

Little  Miss  Dynamite 

(Continued  from  page  37)  he  said,  "you 
shouldn't  have  come  here.  If  you're  going 
to  be  a  star — and  I  have  a  hunch  you  are 
— we'll  have  to  get  used  to  the  column- 

"I  never  will,"  she  blazed.  "I  don't  want 
to.  .  .  ." 

TWENTY-FOUR  hours  Paramount  had 
been  searching  for  her.  They  had  tele- 
phoned her  house  a  hundred  times.  The 
private  detectives  they  had  put  on  her 
trail  had  just  reported  that  her  car  had 
gone  over  a  mountain  side. 

"You're  holding  up  production,"  they 
said  to  her.  "You've  jeopardized  an  in- 
vestment of  hundreds  of  thousands  of 
dollars  because  of  a — a  whim!  We  can't 
have  people  who  do  such  things!" 

"I'm  not  the  girl  for  you  then,"  she 
told  them.  "You'd  better  replace  me 
with  someone  who  doesn't  care  what 
happens  to  her  private  life  as  long  as 
she  gets  ahead.  I  didn't  ask  to  work  for 
you,  remember.  You  sent  for  me.  I'll 
quit  right  away!" 

That  changed  things.  It  was  agreed 
Veronica  would  return  as  soon  as  she 
was  able  and,  in  the  meantime,  they 
would  shoot  the  scenes  in  which  she 
didn't  appear. 

And  so  it  was  settled — Veronica's 
way.  All  her  life  she's  been  a  defi- 
nite human  being  with  her  own  ideas 
about  what  is  and  what  isn't  important 
and  ready  to  protect  the  things  she 
counts  important  at  any  cost. 

She  was  born  at  Lake  Placid,  New 
Vork,  on  November  14,  1919,  almost 
twenty-three  years  ago,  and  christened 
Constance  Keane.  Her  father  was  a 
newspaper  artist.  Writers  and  artists, 
editors  and  reporters  came  home  with 
ler  father  for  long  week  ends.  Veronica 
f/as  hred  on  these  people's  realistic  and 
;osmopolitan  point  of  view.  Her  parents, 
aecause  of  their  extreme  youth  and  their 
nclination,  were,  first  of  all,  her  friends. 
3he  was  never  treated  as  a  child. 

Ten  years — between  the  ages  of  five 
md   fifteen — she    was    a    pupil    at  the 
Vlontreal  Convent  of  the  Order  of  the 
iisters  of  Notre  Dame. 
A  "Life  at  the  convent  was  more  tradi- 
ional  than  comfortable,"  she  says.  "We 
•lid  everything  the  way  it  had  been  done 
here  for  two  hundred  years.    The  con- 
''ent  rooms  were  large  and  gloomy  and 
1  high  cement  wall  topped  with  jagged 
(lass  surrounded  the  grounds.  We  chil- 
-iren  wore  black  shoes  and  black  cotton 
tockings  and  dresses  with  long  pleated 
-  kirts  and  high  necks  and  long  sleeves. 
,  n  our  rooms  we  had  water  basins  and 
)itchers  of  cold  water.    Afternoons  we 
valked  out  two  by  two,  with  nuns  in 
,  ttendance." 

J  OLIDAYS,  though,  were  happy  times. 

'  Veronica  skiied  over  Placid's  white 
lills  and  skated  on  the  frosty  lake.  She 
vent,  too,  with  her  mother  and  father  to 
/liami.  "They  had  a  house  there.  They 
v^ere  in  residence  when  the  1929  hurri- 
ane  tore  at  Florida  as  if  it  meant  to 
"'ull  the  peninsula  apart. 

"It's  been  two  weeks  since  we've  had 
ae  hurricane  warning,"  said  Mr.  Keane 
ne  morning.  "I  think  I'll  take  down  the 
urricane  shutters  and  unleash  the  car." 

Veronica,  nine,  looked  worried.  "I 
•ouldn't.  Daddy!" 

"Why  not?"  asked  her  father.  "Why 
ot?"  asked  her  mother. 
"Well,"  she  said  "the  Indians  are  gone 
om  the  Everglades.  That  means  they 
aw  a  bloom  on  the  sol  grass.  And  that's 
sure  sign." 

"Scientists  insist  the  sol  grass  never 
ucusT,  1942 

blooms,"  said  Mr.  Keane,  picking  up  his 
tools.  "They  say  the  bloom  on  the 
sol  grass  is  purely  an  Indian  fancy." 

Scarcely  had  the  last  shutter  been 
stowed  in  the  garage  when  the  wind 
began  to  blow  and  the  rain  began  to 
fall.  They  sat  in  the  living  room  and 
listened  to  the  wind  scream  around  the 
chimney,  tear  the  roof  tiles  away,  rattle 
doors  and  windows.  A  cocoanut  crashed 
through  the  window  and  sent  glass  splin- 
tering all  over  the  floor.  The  ceiling 
began  to  sag  and  darken,  but  they  didn't 
dare  go  outside  to  see  how  much  of  the 
roof  had  held.  Then  came  a  horrible 
grinding  noise.  .  .  . 

They  couldn't  hear  each  other's  voices 
for  the  howl  of  the  wind  and  the  down- 
pour of  the  rain.  At  last  there  was  a 
lull.  "Run  for  it,"  Mr.  Keane  shouted. 
"Wrap  your  coats  around  you  and  make 
for  the  nearest  house  that's  still  standing. 
That  grinding  noise  you  heard  a  few 
minutes  ago  was  this  house  leaving  its 

"I  believe  Indians  more  than  I  do 
scientists,"  Veronica  said,  gathering  her 
coat  around  her. 

"You  may  have  something  there,"  her 
father  agreed. 

THEY  rebuilt  their  house  and  life  for 
'  the  next  six  years  was  pleasantly  un- 
eventful. Then  came  1934  when  their 
world  crashed.  The  collapse  of  several 
insurance  companies  left  Mr.  Keane  a 
poor  man.  It  wasn't  long  before  his  health, 
threatened  for  years,  collapsed  too. 

They  weren't  grim  about  it.  They 
weren't  a  grim  family.  They  had  a  the- 
ory that  very  often  ill  fortune  handled 
constructively  can  be  turned  into  good 

"We'll  go  to  Miami  and  lie  in  the  sun 
until  Dad  grows  strong  again,"  Mrs. 
Keane  said. 

When  a  girl  with  smoky  blue  eyes, 
gray-smudged,  and  long  golden  hair, 
and  curves  that  have  warm  restraint, 
and  a  low  voice  lies  on  a  beach  in  the 
sun  and  turns  a  pale  golden  tan  it's  in- 
evitable that  young  men  will  take  to 
lying  in  the  sun  on  that  beach  too.  And 
when  young  men  lie  on  the  beach  in  the 
sun  it's  inevitable  girls  will  come  along 
and  join  them,  ever  so  casually.  Veronica, 
in  no  time  at  all,  found  herself  with  a 

■THEY  were  young  and  restless  and 
'  apprehensive,  the  boys  and  girls  in 
Veronica's  gang.  They  had  come  out  of 
school  eager  to  get  jobs  and  supplement 
diminishing  family  fortunes  and  had 
found  there  was  no  place  in  the  world 
for  them.  Nights  they  drove  out  in  their 
cars  and  tried  to  forget. 

One  evening  a  crowd,  including  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Keane,  had  supper  on  the  beach. 
They  broiled  steaks  over  a  charcoal  fire 
and  roasted  corn.  Then  cigarettes  and 
coffee  went  the  rounds. 

"Mrs.  Keane,"  said  one  of  the  boys, 
"on  behalf  of  the  crowd  I'd  like  to  ask 
you  a  personal  question.  What  have  you 
threatened  to  do  with  your  daughter 
if  she  misbehaves.  .  .  ." 

Mrs.  Keane  laughed.  "When  she  was 
small  I  did  my  best  to  teach  her  the 
difference  between  right  and  wrong. 
Now  she's  on  her  own.  Now  she's  the 
one  who'll  be  repaid  or  suffer  for  what- 
ever she  does  or  doesn't  do." 

Soon  enough  Steve  Hannigan  discov- 
ered Veronica.  Steve  Hannigan  earns 
a  small  fortune  every  year  for  publicizing 
the  Florida  climate.  He  does  this,  largely, 
by  placing  photographs  of  pretty  girls 
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Veronica  went  to  work  posing. 

"This  would  be  a  good  time  to  drive 
to  California,"  Mr.  Keane  said  at  break- 
fast one  morning.  "It  wouldn't  be  too 
hot  or  cold  crossing  the  prairie  or  the 
mountains  or  the  desert." 

"Daddy!"  cried  Veronica  and  Mrs. 

In  the  same  hour  they  were  packing. 
The  next  morning  they  were  on  their 
way.  Three  weeks  later  they  were  living 
in  a  little  studio  apartment  in  Beverly 

Mr.  Keane 's  health  improved  in  Cali- 
fornia; they  decided  to  stay. 

"I  soon  got  bored,"  Veronica  says, 
"walking  around  the  streets,  pretty  as 
they  were,  and  twiddling  my  thumbs. 
So  one  day  I  went  to  RKO  with  a  girl  I 
had  met  who  worked  as  an  extra." 

At  RKO  she  saw  girls  who  were  satis- 
fied to  play  bits  and  dream  of  the  day  a 
director  about  to  cast  a  big  picture  would 
look  towards  them  and  scream,  "Where 
have  you  been  all  my  life!"  She  was 
harder  headed  than  these  girls.  She 
decided  the  thing  to  do  was  go  to  school 
or  work  in  a  stock  company  and  prepare 
herself  for  acting. 

It  was  with  the  Bliss  Hayden  Players 
that  Veronica  served  her  apprenticeship. 
She  played  weary  women  twice  her  age 
and  giggling  schoolgirls.  She  worked 
hard  and  long.  She  learned  how  to  use 
her  voice.  She  got  her  dramatic  bearings. 
Then  she  went  back  to  the  studios. 

HER  Bliss  Hayden  training  gave  her  a 
quality.  She  stood  out.  Soon  she 
was  playing  small  parts.  Soon  she  was 
in  the  $66.50  a  week  class,  but  she 
really  didn't  get  ahead  too  fast.  Di- 
rectors were  forever  insisting  she  curl 
her  hair  and  then,  seeing  her  with  a 
modish  coiffure,  casting  her  in  simpering 
ingenue  roles. 

One  day  she  was  chosen  for  a  picture 
by  Busby  Berkeley.  "I  suppose,"  she 
told  him,  "that  you  want  me  to  wear 
my  hair  up  in  curls  too."  She's  not  too 
gracious  or  politic  when  her  patience 
runs  low. 

"Heck,  no!"  he  said.  "Curl  your  hair 
and  you'll  look  like  everybody  else.  I 
chose  you  because  you  look  different." 

Freddie  Wilcox  saw  her  on  the  Ber- 
keley set,  made  a  test  of  her,  showed  it 
to  the  William  Morris  office.  They're  big 
agents.  They  liked  it.  They  thought,  too, 
that  Veronica  had  something  and  agreed 
to  handle  her. 

John  Detlie,  a  young  set  designer,  was 
one  of  the  men  who  turned  to  look  at 
Veronica  a  second  time  as  she  walked 
briskly  along  the  studio  streets,  her  long 
taffy  hair  flying.  But,  together  with  the 
rest,  he  might  have  been  part  of  the 
scenery  for  all  the  attention  she  gave  him. 

He  got  her  address  finally  from  casting 
and  sent  her  flowers  and  a  note  saying 
he  would  telephone  that  evening. 

"You  take  the  call,''  Veronica  said  to 
her  mother.  Many  times,  while  Veronica 
and  her  father  had  stuffed  pillows  into 
their  mouths  to  stifle  their  hysterical 
laughter,  Mrs.  Keane  had  given  some 
man  she  found  too  smooth  or  pressing 
such  a  freeze  that  he  never  had  called 

But  John  Detlie  got  no  freeze. 

"Hey  there,"  called  Mr.  Keane,  after 
listening  to  the  opyening  of  the  phone  con- 
versation, "remember  you're  an  old  mar- 
ried woman!" 

"You  and  I  will  never  be  grandpar- 
ents," Mrs.  Keane  said,  turning  away 
from  the  phone,  "if  young  men  as  charm- 
ing as  this  John  Detlie  can't  interest  our 
daughter  ...  I  think  that  would  be 
lovely,"  she  spoke  into  the  receiver  again. 


"I  should  think  my  daughter  would,  too. 
Tuesday  at  one  for  luncheon.  .  .  ." 

Tuesday  came  and  so  did  John  Detlie. 
"She'll  be  out  in  a  minute — unless 
she's  completely  crazy,"  Mrs.  Keane  told 
him  as  she  opened  the  door.  "Right  now 
she's  spying  on  you  through  the  crack  in 
that  door  down  the  hall.  She  wouldn't 
trust  my  judgment." 

They  went  to  luncheon  at  the  Beverly 
Brown  Derby.  Mrs.  Keane  went  too,  on 
John's  urgent  invitation. 

U  OWEVER,  Mrs.  Keane  didn't  drive  to 
n  Ocean  Park  with  them  practically 
every  night  that  week  and  ride  on  the 
merry-go-round  and  consume  big  candy 
apples  and  then  drive  home  over  hills 
soft  in  the  starlight.  She  didn't  go  swim- 
ming with  them  the  Sunday  following. 
She  didn't  swing  with  them  in  the  public 
park,  of  all  places. 

She  sat  home  with  her  husband  and 
talked  of  the  new  warmth  in  Veronica's 
voice  and  Veronica's  eyes  and  of  all  the 
fresh,  clean  things  John  Detlie's  smile 
made  you  think  about.  "I  always  knew 
when   Veronica   cared   she   would  care 

Pinned  down  for  victory:  Frances  Gif- 
ford  of  Paramount's  "American  Em- 
pire," wears  the  emblem  of  the  Medi- 
cal and  Surgical  Relief  Committee 
of  America.  Price  $1.  Write  Com- 
mittee at  420  Lexington  Ave.,  N.  Y.  C. 

suddenly  and  tremendously — like  this," 
she  told  her  husband. 

Saturday  morning,  a  few  weeks  later, 
while  Veronica  was  washing  her  hair  for 
a  date  with  Johnny,  the  phone  rang. 
She  answered  it  with  a  towel  wrapped 
high  about  her  head. 

"Miss  Keane,"  said  a  voice,  "this  is 
Arthur  Hornblow's  secretary  at  Para- 
mount calling.  How  tall  are  you  please?" 

"Five  feet,  one  inch,"  Veronica  said. 

"Thank  you,"  said  the  voice.  '"Good- 

Fifteen  minutes  later,  while  Veronica 
was  still  explaining  to  her  parents  that 
the  movies  were  a  madhouse,  Arthur 
Hornblow  himself  telephoned. 

"Will  you  come  over,  please.  Miss 
Keane,"'  he  said,  "as  fast  as  you  can?" 

She  wrapped  a  turban  around  her 
dripping  hair  and  ran  for  her  car. 

The  Hornblow  office  was  jammed  with 
all  kinds  of  people  and  apparently  they 
had  gathered  there  -  to  look  her  over. 

"We've  just  seen  the  test  they  made 
of  you  over  at  Metro,"  Arthur  Hornblow 

"Oh,  really,"  said  Veronica. 
"Yes,"   said   Arthur   Hornblow,  "and 
we  want  you  to  take  this  script  home  and 

read  it  over  the  week  end." 

A  girl  thrust  the  script  of  "I  Wanted 
Wings"  into  her  hand. 

"I  wonder,"  she  said  to  John  that  night, 
"how  many  girls  in  this  town  are  reading 
scripts  of  'I  Wanted  Wings'  over  thi., 
week   end- -and  hoping?" 

They  were  in  John's  car  headed  for  a 
little  restaurant  where  you  dine  on  a 
terrace  that  overlooks  the  Pacific  ana 
the  lights  of  the  little  towns  along  the 
crescent  shore,  where  candles  on  th<- 
tables  flutter  in  the  soft  breeze  and  tht 
darkness  is  sweet  with  jasmine. 

The  next  morning  they  went  to  the 
beach  to  lie  all  day  in  the  sun  and  dive  I 
into  the  breakers  and  stop  for  an  early  j 
dinner  on  the  way  home  and  talk  and 
talk,   always   unaware   there   was  «m;. 
world  beyond  each  other's  eyes. 

"What's  the  part  like — now  that  you've 
read  the  script?"  Johnny  asked. 

"It's  the  girl's  part,"  she  said  incred- 
ulously. "If  I  get  it  they'll  call  me  a 
Hollywood  Cinderella.  Nobody  will  re- 
member all  the  pictures  in  which  I  played 
sweet  ingenues — which  is  just  as  weU! 
And  all  the  work  and  s^udy  I've  done  and 
the  training  I  had  with  the  Bliss  Hayden 
Theater  will  be  forgotten.  But  of  course 
I  won't  get  it — it's  ridiculous  even  to 
think  about  it." 

"I'm  glad  you  haven't  gone  overboard 
about  it,"  he  said  gently.  "You  ge: 
your  heart  broken  if  you  go  overbold 
in  this  town." 

She  said,  "You  get  your  heart  broker. 
if  you  go  overboard — period!" 

"You  won't.    I  promise,"  he  said. 

She  didn't  know  what  to  say  then. 
She  didn't  want  to  take  him  more  seri- 
ously than  he  meant  to  be  taken,  per- 
haps; say,  "I'd  love  to  marry  you  Johnn\ 
And  I  don't  believe  in  long  engagements. ' 

So  she  said  instead,  "They  never  would 
have  considered  me  for  such  a  hard- 
boiled  role  if  I'd  made  that  test  with  my 
hair  curled.  I  look  so  sweet  and  simple 
with  my  hair  curled." 

"You're  terribly  sweet,"  he  said,  "but 
no  one  could  accuse  you  of  being  simple. ' 

"Thanks,  twice,"  she  said. 

She  found  a  nurse  and  doctor  and 
priest  with  her  father  when  she  got 

"His  lung  collapsed,"  the  doctor  ex- 
plained. "It's  pressing  against  his  hear;, 
unfortunately,  and  he's  in  great  pain. 
Your  mother's  hysterical  from  the  shock 
of  the  attack.  We've  put  her  to  bed  in 
the  other  room.  I'm  glad  you've  come. 
He's  been  asking  for  you.  And  above 
everything  else  we  must  keep  him  haiqp} 
and  quiet." 

All  night  Veronica  worked  with  tht 
nurse.  Her  father's  bed  had  to  be 
changed  again  and  again.  He  had  to  have 
glucose  and  morphine  injections  and  he 
was  too  weak  to  bend  his  arm.  He  had 
to  be  reassured.    So  did  her  mother. 

She  tried  to  give  her  mother  some  ol 
her  strength  and  some  of  her  courage.' 
"Daddy's  going  to  get  well,''  she  said.^ 
"You  must  believe  that,  you  just 
must.  .  .  ." 

Five  o'clock  in  the  morning  her  fathei 
fell  asleep. 

"You  lie  down  too."  the  nurse  told  her 
"I'll  call  you  when  he  wakes." 

She  called  her  at  seven.   At  ten  Para- 
mount telephoned. 

"You're  due  here  for  a  wardrobe  fittirg 
— right  now!"  said  the  voice.  "We're 
testing  you  for  'I  Wanted  Wings'  early 
this  afternoon."  f 

ThenomenaX  is  the  word  for  ichc.'s 
about  to  happen  to  Veronica  Lake.  W'c  i 
jar  the  sensational  conclusion  oj  her 
life  story  in  I 

September  Photoplay-Movie  Mirrob  f 

PHOTOPL.w  combijied  with  movie  mi 

NN  HARE,  beautiful  young 
daughter  of  Mr.  aiul  Mrs.  Etnlen  Spencer 
Hare  of  Park  Avenue,  New  York.  Her 
engagement  to  Walter  Wooster  Richard  of 
New  York  and  Long  Island  was  announced 
a  few  months  after  her  debut.  Like  Wooster, 
Ann  is  Navy-minded,  works  hard  with 
"Bundles  for  Bluejackets"  and  the  "Navy 
Relief  Society."  One  of  the  season's  love- 
liest debutantes,  she  made  her  bow  in 
Philadelphia,  where  her  mother's  family 
has  long  been  socially  prominent. 

AND  LOVELY— There's 
a  rare-orchid  charm  about 
Ann's  blonde  young  beauty, 
and  her  exquisite  skin  has 

uminous  satin-smooth 
look.  Of  her  complexion 
care  Ann  says,  "I  just  use 
Pond  s  Cold  Cream  rvery 
day.  Pond's  is  so  light  and 
silky  my  skin  just  loves  it 
— and  it's  perfectly  grand 
for  cleansing." 

(right)  Ann  and  Wooster 
before  he  was  called  to 
active  Navy  duty. 

ANN'S  RING  is  unusually  lovely — 
a  large  niarquise-cut  diamond,  that 
reflects  light  with  sparkling  radiance. 
A  baguette  diamond  is  set  on  each 
side  of  the  brilliant  solitaire. 

Shejs  Love^I  She  uses  Poiro's  I 


it's  no  accident  so  many  lovely  ENGAGED  GIRLS  USE  POND'S 

This  is  Ann  Hares  simple  daily  skin  care: 
She  slips  Pond's  Cold  Cream  all  over  her 
face  and  throat.  She  pats  with  deft  little 
pats  to  soften  and  release  dirt  and  make-up 
—  then  tissues  off  well. 

She  rinses  with  more  Pond's— for  extra 
softening  and  cleansing.  Tissues  it  off  again. 

Do  this  yourself— ecerv  night,  for  day- 
time cleanups,  too.  You'll  see  why  society 
leaders  like  Mrs.  John  Roosevelt,  Mrs. 
Ernest  Biddle  are  so  devoted  to  Pond's 
Cold  Cream.  Why  more  women  and  girls 
everywhere  use  Pond's  than  any  other  lace 
cream.  Buy  a  jar  today — at  your  favorite 
beauty  counter.  Five  popular-priced  sizes— 
the  most  economical — the  lovely  big  jars. 

llCUST,  1942 


How  Clark  Gable  Is  Conquering  Loneliness 

(Continued  jrom  page  34)  tant  human 
being  in  life  to  him  and  there  wasn't  one 
thing  he  could  do  about  it,  except  take  it. 

His  instinctive  reaction,  therefore, 
when  he  had  finally  got  through  the  fu- 
nerals of  Carole  and  her  mother  and 
Otto,  was  to  join  the  Army.  He  told  his 
closest  friends,  Howard  Strickling,  head 
of  M-G-M's  publicity  department,  Al 
Monesco,  the  racing  driver,  and  Harry 
Fleishman,  his  favorite  hunting  com- 
panion, that  he  couldn't  possibly  face  a 
camera  again.  Reality  made  play-acting 
impossible.  The  world  was  a  horrible 
place,  with  America  a  little  more  than 
its  first  month  in  the  war,  and  all  he 
wanted  was  direct  action,  a  chance  to 
take  a  gun  and  get  out  and  get  his 
private  quota  of  Japanese  soldiers. 

I  T  may  have  been  Strickling  who,  know- 
'  ing  that  work  would  eventually  prove 
an  anodyne,  murmured  at  that  moment 
that  enlisting  was  a  wonderful  thing  but 
could  Clark  wait  long  enough  to  finish 
the  picture  on  which  he  had  been  work- 
ing prior  to  the  tragedy. 

"I'll  go  back  just  long  enough  to  finish 
this  one  picture,"  he  finally  said  to  Strick. 
"You'll  have  to  get  them  to  change  the 
title,  however.  I  couldn't  walk  on  a  set 
with  those  words  before  me."" 

The  title  had  been  "Somewhere  I'll 
Find  You."  They  changed  it  to  "Red 

The  nerves  of  the  entire  cast  and  crew 
were  taut  as  harp  strings  the  first  morn- 
ing Gable  returned  to  work.  But  if  you 
didn't  look  too  closely  and  ignored  his 
thinness,  he  was  just  the  usual  Clark, 
with  the  same  flashing  smile,  the  usual 
jaunty  wisecracks.  He  kept  his  smile  on 
all  day,  too,  and  never  once  blew  up  in 
a  scene.  The  only  way  he  deviated  from 
his  normal  routine  was  at  lunchtime.  His 
custom  had  always  been  either  to  eat  at 
the  big  table  in  the  main  M-G-M  dining 
room  at  which  the  directors  and  writers 
gather,  or  to  go  to  the  other  side  of  the 
dining  room  and  sit  on  a  high  stool  at  the 
counter  where  the  crew  eats.  This  first 
day  he  retired  to  his  dressing  room  and 
ate  alone.  That  is  still  true.  He  hasn't 
yet  returned  to  the  commissary  for  a 

THAT  night  Al  Monesco  went  home  to 
'  the  Encino  house  with  him.  "I've  got 
to  get  out  of  here,"  Clark  said.  "Sunday 
I'll  go  look  for  a  new  place." 

"You  bet,"  said  Al.  "I'll  help  you."  He 
did  help,  too.  On  Sunday  he  drove  Clark 
all  over  the  San  Fernando  Valley  and 
every  place  they  looked  at,  he'd  point 
out  the  advantages.  He  told  Clark  there 
would  never  be  a  thing  on  any  of  these 
ranches  to  remind  him  of  Carole,  never 
a  stable  where  they  had  hung  up  their 
tack  after  their  long  rides,  never  a  barn 
where  he'd  remember  the  first  cow  he'd 
bought,  which  hadn't  given  enough  milk, 
and  how,  when  he'd  sent  the  animal  back 
to  its  original  owner,  Carole  had  said  it 
must  be  the  most  humiliated  cow  in  all 
California.  He  kept  pointing  out  these 
advantages.  Gable  finally  gave  him  a 
look  from  beneath  those  brows  of  his. 

"So  okay,"  he  said,  very  sharply.  "So, 
turn  around  and  I'm  not  leaving  the  old 

It  was  the  following  Monday  that  Clark 
sent  for  Larry  Barbiere,  the  publicity 
man  who  had  first  known  the  truth  about 
Carole's  death,  and  asked  him  to  lunch 
with  him.  Larry  went  over  to  the  dress- 
ing room,  half  frightened  by  the  request, 
more  frightened  when  Clark  asked  him 
to  retell  every  detail  of  that  first  night. 
But  Larry  did  talk  and  then  Clark  began 


talking  back  to  him,  asking  and  answer- 
ing questions,  and  the  lunch  hour  flew 
by,  and  the  early  afternoon.  The  set 
waited,  but  no  one  disturbed  them. 

It  got  to  be  three  o'clock  and  Larry 
was  thinking  that  there  would  be  no 
more  shooting  that  day,  when  suddenly 
Gable  became  conscious  of  the  time.  He 
rushed  out  to  the  stage  and  quickly  went 
into  a  scene.  Apparently,  that  talk  about 
Carole  had  worked  some  release  and  that 
afternoon  for  the  first  time  since  the 
tragedy  his  acting  regained  its  old  suav- 
ity. The  scenes  taken  then  were  actually 
the  first  Gable  scenes  that  they  printed. 

Things  were  much  easier  after  that 
until  the  day  that  Carole's  will  was  pro- 
bated. Except  for  a  trust  fund  for  her 
brother,  Carole  had  left  all  her  money 
to  this  man  she  had  loved  like  a  god. 
He  came  back  to  the  studio  in  one  of 
his  moods  of  terrific  depression.  Mag- 
nificently concealed  though  it  is,  there 
has  always  been  this  sombre  mood  deep 
within  Gable,  which  is  the  heritage 
of  his  Dutch  blood.   That  night  he  was 

Clark  remembers  Carole's  laughter, 
her  jokes,  that  funny  little  story 
about  the   "humiliated"  cow 

in  one  of  those  lows  and  when,  a  day 
or  so  later,  the  battle  of  Macassar  Straits 
began  going  not  so  well  for  us,  he  first 
began  talking  of  going  into  the  Navy. 

It  was  then  that  his  devoted  gang  really 
gave  it  to  him.  "You  know  how  old  you 
are?"  he  was  asked.  He  thundered  at 
them  that  he  perfectly  well  knew.  He 
was  forty-one  and  so  what.  They  re- 
torted by  saying  the  average  age  of  Navy 
recruits  was  nineteen,  the  average  Army 
recruiting  age  a  year  or  so  older.  In 
other  words,  they  said  brutally,  he'd  be 
surrounded  by  boys  young  enough  to  be 
his  sons  and  did  he  think  that  he  could 
hold  his  own  physically  against  them? 

IT  is  a  strange  phenomenon,  but  any 
'  psychologist  will  tell  you  that  the 
greatest  sense  of  grief  from  a  death  is 
frequently  felt  three  months  after  the 
event.  Gable  hit  this  period  in  mid-April. 
It  was  during  it  that  a  Hollywood  mem- 
ber of  the  Signal  Corps  talked  to  him 
about  the  possibility  of  his  getting  a  com- 
mission in  this  branch  of  the  service. 
Gable  brooded  on  this  in  silence  for  days, 
finally  announced  that  he  now  felt  he 
should  stick  to  acting  unless  Washington 

definitely  called  him  for  some  specific 
war  work.  Actually  Washington  had  al- 
ready let  it  be  known  that  what  it  most 
wanted  of  Gable  was  for  him  to  keep  on 

M-G-M  quickly  submitted  a  trio  of 
scripts  to  Gable  for  his  next  picture. 
Interestingly,  the  one  he  chose  to  do 
first  was  one  dealing  with  life-after- 
death,  the  first  essay  he  has  ever  made 
into  the  supernatural.  After  that,  he  goes 
into  a  highly  romantic,  a  most  poetic 
role  in  "The  Sun  Is  My  Undoing." 

But  the  greatest  proof  of  Gable's 
courageous  snap-back  is  the  fact  that 
when  Metro,  who  had  been  sold  on  the 
title  "Somewhere  I'll  Find  You,"  ap- 
proached him  recently  with  the  idea  of 
releasing  his  present  picture  under  that 
original  title  instead  of  the  second-choice 
substitute,  "Red  Light,"  he  was  not  too 
disturbed.  You  may,  after  all,  see  Clark 
Gable  playing  in  "Somewhere  I'll  Find 
You"  and  you  will  know  then  that  he 
has  made  himself  strong  enough  so  that 
he  can  no  longer  be  hurt  by  a  few  un- 
important words. 

Meanwhile  he  has  seen  to  it  that  every 
fan  letter  of  sympathy  that  reached  him— 
and  they  came  in  the  literal  hundreds  of 
thousands — has  been  answered  and  he 
has  begun  to  go  out  a  little  to  the  houses 
of  those  friends  who  understand  him  and 
where  he  can  feel  relaxed.  He  now  goes 
for  dinner  with  Howard  Strickling  and 
his  vivid  wife,  Gail,  or  with  the  Walter 
Langs,  where  he  laughs  at  the  gay  wit 
of  Mrs.  Lang  who  used  to  be  Fieldsie, 
Carole's  closest  friend  and  confidante,  or 
with  Phil  and  Leila  Hyams  Berg.  Phil, 
who  is  his  agent,  and  Leila  whom  he's 
known  ever  since  the  first  day  he  walked 
on  the  Metro  lot. 

One  thing  the  Government  has  promised 
to  let  him  do  (and  he  is  immensely  eager 
to  get  at  it)  and  that  is  to  make  a  series 
of  short  subjects  to  be  shown  to  the 
service  lads.  What  they  will  be  on.  when 
and  where  they  will  be  made,  he  him- 
self doesn't  know  and  he  isn't  asking.  He 
just  wants  to  do  them.  As  for  Bond 
buying,  the  day  after  we  went  into  the 
war,  he  bought  the  full  quota  that  any 
individual  is  entitled  to  buy  in  any  one 
year.  He  got  his  1941  quota  on  Decem- 
ber 8,  his  1942  quota  on  the  second  of 
January.  He's  got  standing  orders  at  his 
bank  to  buy  the  top  limit  for  him  if  at 
any  time  this  ruling  may  change. 

Clark  loved  Carole  with  the  passion 
that  only  a  strong  man  of  temperament, 
intelligence  and  imagination  can  love  the 
woman  who  inspires  the  best  in  him 
She  was  a  superior,  beautiful,  laughing, 
generous  person,  this  Carole,  and  Clark 
knows  he  can  never  replace  her  image 
within  his  heart. 

Yet  he  is,  for  all  that  gleam  in  his  eye. 
for  all  that  persuasive  smile  of  his,  a 
domestic  man,  who  loves  his  home  and 
thus  inevitably,  I  believe,  there  will  be 
another  chapter  to  his  life  story.  And 
like  all  people  who  triumph  over  the 
events  that  could  have  defeated  them, 
he's  coming  out  of  this  stronger  than 

Personally  I  like  to  think  about  a  storj" 
he  told  me  years  ago,  about  how.  when  ( 
he  was  first  learning  to  act.  he  had  to  i 
learn  to  smile.  It  wasn't  natural  to  him.  f 
until  one  day  somebody  told  hiin  that 
only  the  brave  smile  well. 

He's  smiling  now,  carefully  and  delib- 
erately, and  he  intends  to  keep  on  smil- 
ing. It's  an  attitude  to  keep  remembering 
these  days  of  1942. 

The  End. 

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"A  whole  weeks  Polish  wear- 
and  not  a  single  chip" 

Vivacious  Mrs.  Stringer  adores  keeping  house  with  her  own 
hands  in  the  New  York  apartment  she  herself  decorated  so 
charmingly.  Adores  Cutex,  too!  Says:  "Even  doing  my  own 
dishes  three  times  a  day,  my  Cutex  Polish  stayed  so  perfect 
I  finally  changed  it  only  because  my  nails  were  too  long!" 
Wear  Cutex  .  .  .  Gingerbread,  Sugar  Plum.  Saddle  Brown, 
Alert  or  Black  Red!  See  how  thrilliugly  their  beauty  lasts 
—and  lasts!  Only  10^  (plus  tax)  in  U.  S. 



In  aiKlitioii  to  its  famous 
manicure  preparations,  C.nlex 
is  now  producing  war  mate- 
rials for  the  Government  on  a 
full  wartime  schedule. 


AUGUST.  1942 



What  Hollywood  Thinks  of  Gory  Cooper 

(Continued  from  page  39)  go  out  to  the 
location  with  us.  We  were  expected  on 
the  set  about  ten. 

"Gary  didn't  show  up  until  ten-thirty. 
The  driver  tried  to  hurry  him  into  the 
car.  But  Cooper  couldn't  be  stampeded 
and  wanted  to  know,  "Where  do  we  have 
breakfast?'  And  then,  with  everybody 
hopping  around  trying  to  get  him  started, 
he  had  a  nice  quiet  breakfast  of  pretzels 
and  near  beer. 

"It  was  twelve  when  we  arrived  at  the 
field  and  Gary  was  through  with  the 
picture  by  three  and  on  the  train  for 
Hollywood  at  seven.  Figuring  he  was 
all  washed  up  in  pictures,  he  said,  "This 
is  the  shortest  movie  career  a  guy  ever 
had  for  so  long  a  trip.' 

"But  Gary's  career  was  far  from  over. 
His  remarkable  performance  in  the  bit 
in  'Wings'  so  impressed  the  front  office 
that  when  I  got  back  to  Hollywood  he 
was  playing  opposite  Clara  Bow  in 
'Children  Of  Divorce.' 

"There  isn't  a  tough  guy  in  Hollywood 
as  immovable  as  old  Long  Tack,  once  he 
gets  a  notion.  Yet  he's  always  open  to 
suggestions.  You  don't  have  to  be  im- 
portant to  get  his  ear.  He'll  thank  a  bit 
player  or  an  extra  for  a  tip  any  day." 

lEFTY  O'DOUL,  famous  big  league  ball 
^  player  hired  to  coach  Gary  for  his  Lou 
Gehrig  role  in  "Pride  Of  The  Yankees," 
was  eager  to  give  his  opinion 

Lefty  says:  "I  think  Gary  Cooper  is  the 
most  human  human  being  I've  ever 
known.  In  my  baseball  career  I've  met 
a  lot  of  people.  But  not  one  of  them  was 
as  thoroughly  democratic  as  this  lad. 
Unless  it  was  Lou  Gehrig — whom  Gary 
is  so  very  much  like. 

"I  went  up  to  Sun  Valley  with  Cooper. 
He  wanted  to  get  away  to  a  spot  where 
we  could  have  a  good  workout.  But  that 
guy  can't  get  away  from  his  popularity, 
no  matter  where  he  goes. 

"One  day  a  bunch  of  soldiers  showed 
up.  One  of  them,  a  sergeant,  came  over 
to  Gary  and  saluted.  'Regards  from  one 
sergeant  to  another,  Sergeant  York!' 

"Gary  nearly  brained  himself  trying 
to  salute  with  a  bat  in  his  hand.  That 
led  to  the  soldier's  asking  Cooper  if  he 
would  pose  for  a  picture  with  him.  Gary 

did.  With  him  and  with  every  other  fel- 
low in  the  group. 

"Cooper  liked  to  chew  the  fat  with 
Spike,  the  fellow  who  had  charge  of  the 
horses  at  the  hotel.  He  and  Gary  used 
to  work  on  Western  pictures  together  in 
Hollywood.  They'd  talk  about  horses, 
hunting  and  guns.  Cooper  is  crazy  about 
guns.  I  don't  guess  I  can  teach  Gary  to 
field  or  bat  like  Lou  Gehrig,  but  I'll 
gamble  that  the  real  Sergeant  York 
would  have  a  heck  of  a  time  outshooting 
this  long-geared  guy  from  Montana." 

Gary's  mother,  Mrs.  Charles  Cooper, 
volunteered  this: 

"When  he  was  a  boy  Frank  (Gary's 
real  name  is  Frank  James  Cooper) 
would  go  off  into  the  hills,  walking  or 
shooting,  with  the  Indian  boys.  We  lived 
on  a  ranch  forty  miles  northwest  of 
Helena  and  the  Indians  who  worked  for 
us  had  children  about  Gary's  age.  Those 
Indians  never  talked  much — and  Frank 
would  spend  hours  with  them  without 
speaking  a  word. 

"Gary  is  miserable  if  he  attracts  at- 
tention. So  he  does  his  charity  work 
by  proxy — through  me.  I  belong  to  more 
charitable  organizations  than  any  other 
woman  out  here.  Because  I'm  acting  for 
Gary,  too.  He  never  speaks  of  the  chari- 
ties, except  to  ask  me,  jokingly,  how  my 
naughty  girls  are.  Fm  interested  in  the 
Minnie  Barton  Home  for  wayward  girls. 
You  know  Gary  has  his  own  quiet  sense 
of  humor." 

So  Boots  Dunlap  says.  Boots  used  to 
work  with  him  in  Yellowstone  National 
Park,  long  before  Gary  dreamed  of  going 
into  pictures.  Boots  is  a  special  police 
officer  at  Warner  Brothers  studio  and 
still  sees  quite  a  lot  of  his  old  pal. 

"Frank  Cooper  and  I,"  says  Boots, 
"were  gear-jammers  together  in  the 
park.  We  drove  busses  and  spieled  for 
the  tourists.  Frank  worked  there  during 
the  summer  while  he  was  at  Grinnell 
and  we  called  him  'The  Sheik.' 

"Frank  was  a  fine  driver,  but  not  much 
of  a  spieler.  One  fellow  claimed  a  moun- 
tain was  a  better  talker  than  the  string 
bean  that  drove  them — because  you  could 
at  least  get  an  echo  back  from  a  moun- 

"One  pair  of  schoolteachers  certainly 

Just  to  prove  a  breath-taking  point  in  the  story  beginning  on  page  56.  Noted 
Photoplay-Movie  Mirror's  Hyman  Fink:  "I  almost  got  a  picture  of  Howard 
Hughes  the  other  night.  Caught  him  with  Lano  Turner  at  the  Little  Troc.  As  soon 
OS  I  walked  in  Hughes  jumped  up,  took  my  camera  away  from  me  and  said,  'Here, 
you  sit  down  next  to  Lano.  You  don't  get  my  picture,  but  I'm  going  to  take  o 
picture  of  you!'  And  he  did.  He  refused  to  go  near  the  table  till  I  left  the 
place!"    Left  to  right:  Lana's  mother,  Ben  Cole,  her  manager,  Lana  and  Fink 

got  their  money's  worth,  though.  They 
came  back  all  excited  about  the  fascinat- 
ing young  fellow  that  drove  them.  This 
young  fellow  had  told  them  about  being 
born  near  Cody,  but  never  getting  into 
town  until  he  was  seventeen.  "When  we 
asked  them  who  the  driver  was  they 
pointed  to  Frank — leaning  up  against  a 
post  and  chewing  a  straw.  He  never 
cracked  a  smile  and  looked  as  innocent 
as  a  prairie  dog,  though  he'd  gorie  to 
school  in  England  and  managed  to  get 
around  the  country  pretty  well.  He  said 
the  teachers  had  roweled  him  till  he  had 
to  tell  'em  something.  And  when  Frank 
decided  to  tell — he  told." 

lOEL  McCREA,  one  of  Gary's  closest 
•J  friends,  says  the  most  satisfying  thing 
about  Gary  is  the  fact  that  he  never 
changes  but  is  always  the  same  esisy- 
going,  friendly,  understanding  pal. 

At  the  time  we  asked  Joel  to  tell  us 
about  Gary  for  this  story,  however,  he 
had  a  grievance  against  Cooper.  He 
complained  that  "Long  Tack"  wasn't  liv- 
ing up  to  his  end  of  a  bargain. 

It  seems  that  a  long  time  ago  Goldwyn 
studio  made  a  cutaway  coat  for  Joel  to 
wear  in  a  picture.  Soon  thereafter,  Gary 
had  need  for  such  a  coat  and  bor- 
rowed it. 

As  Joel  and  Gary  are  as  alike  physi- 
cally as  they  are  mentally,  it  was  a  per- 
fect fit.  So  from  that  time  on  either  of 
the  two  who  had  use  for  the  coat  wore  it. 

Then  Joel  had  need  of  it  in  "The  Palm 
Beach  Story."  But  when  he  called  for  the 
coat  he  was  told  Gary  had  ruined  it 
during  the  making  of  "Ball  Of  Fire." 
So  Joel  was  being  fitted  for  a  new  coat — 
and  claimed  that  Gary  ought  to  be  at  the 
tailor's  instead  of  him. 

But  what  Joel  didn't  know  was  how 
his  coat  happened  to  be  ruined.  Irving 
Fine,  the  publicity  unit  man  for  the  pic- 
ture "Ball  Of  Fire,"  told  that. 

"One  day  we  were  shooting  on  location, 
up  at  Sherwood  Forest.  So  Gary  took 
a  rifle-  to  get  in  a  little  hunting.  We 
used  Gary  until  late  afternoon.  Ther 
he  grabbed  his  gun  and  set  off — dresspc 
in  the  cutaway  coat  and  a  high  hat. 

"In  an  hour  or  so  he  was  back  again- 
looking  stranger  than  ever.  His  hat  wa.- 
gone  and  his  coat  was  in  shreds.  Whik 
he  was  prowling  through  the  woods  he 
somehow  knocked  a  hornets'  nest  ou' 
of  a  tree.  He  knew  he  could  lose  tht 
stinging  pests  by  running  through 
bushes.  In  doing  that  he  also  lost  mos" 
of  the  cutaway  coat.  Fortunately,  wt 
didn't  need  it  any  more  in  the  picture. 

Unfortunately,  Joel  McCrea  did! 

"j  GOT  a  squawk  about  him,"  volun- 
'  teered  the  man  who  cleans  up  around 
the  stage.  "You  ought  to  see  his  dressing 
room  since  he's  taken  up  carving.  I  have 
to  wade  in  shavings  up  to  my  knees." 

"Yeah — you  got  a  squawk."  jeered 
Irving  Sindler.  Goldwyn  property  mar. 
"Who's  the  guy  that's  been  getting  the 
carpenters  to  give  Coop  the  best  wood" 
You  have.  Say.  you'd  clean  up  shavings 
up  to  your  neck  and  like  it,  if  Coop  did 
the  whittling." 

The  other's  grin  indicated  Sindler 
wasn't  far  off. 

""I'll  tell  you  this."  Sindler  continued. 
"'Coop  doesn't  make  any  fuss  about  wha'. 
he's  going  to  do  for  you,  but  he  always 
delivers.  And  all  the  while  he's  so  un- 

Unassuming  is  about  as  good  a  one- 
word  description  as  can  be  written  of 
Gary  Cooper.  And  it  is  also  the  reaso:". 
for  tiis  popularitv  with  all  ages  and  sexes. 
The  End 


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4UCUST,  1942 



Highroad  to  Hollywood 

(Continued  jrom  page  52)  have  luncheon 
with  Miss  Marie,  the  fashion  editor.  She 
wants  to  talk  about  stills  of  you  for  the 
magazines."  . 

Julie  assured  Sophie  she  would  be  in 
the  commissary  by  one.  And  then  she 
dared  to  mention  something  very  much 
upon  her  mind. 

"Do  you  suppose  there's  any  chance, 
she  began,  "for  me  to  see  some  Holly- 
wood houses?    I  promised  a  ...  a  con- 
tractor friend  back  home  that  I'd  tell  him 
about  them,"  she  explained. 

"If  you  mean  the  red-haired  contractor 
who  bade  you  farewell  with  an  orchid," 
Sophie  smiled,  "Bettina  told  me  all  about 
it.  We'll  see  what  we  can  cook  up." 

She   reached   for   her   telephone  and 
called  the  Fashion  Department. 

"Miss  Marie,"  she  was  presently  say- 
ing, "I've  just  asked  Julie  Burnette  to 
meet  you  in  the  commissary  at  one 
o'clock.  And  don't  you  think  it  would 
lend  a  nice  note  to  her  fashion  shots  if 
they  were  made  in  the  homes  of  the 
stars?  Say  on  Miss  de  Havilland's  sun 
deck  and  in  Jim  Cagney's  playroom  and 
beside  Bette  Davis's  oval  swimming  pool? 
.  .  .  You'll  arrange  it?  Good." 

"That  should  take  care  of  your  con- 
tractor," Sophie  remarked,  as  she  re- 
placed the  receiver  .  .  .  "Now  run  along 
to  the  Wardrobe  Department." 

Julie  made  her  way  across  the  little 
park  with  its  fountain  and  vivid  flower 
beds,  thinking  back  to  less  than  one  week 
ago  when  she  had  been  just  a  fifteen- 
dollar-a-week  theater  usher  in  Glad- 
stone, Ohio,  with  Hollywood  and  all  its 
glamour  only  something  to  dream  about! 

I T  may  have  been  the  thrill  of  her  ward- 
I  robe  fitting,  or  it  may  have  been  that 
she  wasn't  yet  quite  sure  of  her  direc- 
tions about  the  lot,  but  after  she  had 
finished  fitting  costumes  and  was  on  her 
way  to  meet  Sophie  and  Miss  Marie  in 
the  commissary,  she  found  herself  hope- 
lessly lost,  found  herself,  in  fact,  outside 
the  studio  gates  rather  than  inside.' 

With  twenty  minutes  to  spare  she  was 
about  to  locate  the  main  entrance,  there 
to  talk  her  way  in  again,  when  she  heard 
her  name  excitedly  shouted  out  from 
across  the  street.    Scott  Hendricks! 

The  girls  were  as  overjoyed  to  see 
each  other  as  though  they  had  been 
friends  for  a  lifetime!  Indeed  it  seemed 
(dl  of  a  lifetime  since  they  had  bidden 
each  other  good-by  in  Chicago. 

Scott  had  arrived  this  morning  and  had 
gone  directly  to  Castle  Argyle  where  she 
had  found  the  key  to  Apartment  706,  left 
for  her  by  Julie.  She  had  been  in  Holly- 
wood but  a  brief  four  hours,  but  had 
already  found  out  enough  about  the 
problems  attendant  upon  becoming  an 
extra  in  pictures,  to  feel  that  it  would 
be  simple,  by  comparison,  to  try  becoming 
Grand  Mogul  of  Siam! 

The  first  shock,  so  Scott  relayed,  had 
been  her  discovery  that  in  order  to  work 
in  pictures,  even  as  the  most  insignificant 
extra,  it  was  necessary  to  become  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Screen  Actors  Guild,  to  the 
tune  of  fifty  dollars  membership  fee  and 
four  dollar  first-quarter  dues.  Once  you 
managed  the  complicated  requirements 
for  this,  you  were  expected,  as  an  extra 
in  good  standing,  to  telephone  Central 
Casting  at  fifteen-minute  intervals  from 
five  a.m.  to  eleven  p.m.  every  day,  upon 
the  slim  prospect  that  sometime  the  an- 
swering operator  would  change  her  me- 
chanical reply  of  "No  work,"  to  the 
information  that  you  were  to  report  at 
one  of  the  studios  for  a  day's  engagement. 
But  there  seemed  small  chance  ever  to 

get  as  far  as  the  telephone  calls,  for,  since 
there  were  already  seven  thousand  regis- 
tered extras,  admittance  to  the  Guild 
seemed  all  but  impossible.  Not  only  must 
your  photograph,  your  personality,  your 
acting  experience  and  your  ability  in 
general  be  approved  by  the  Board,  but  as 
a  preface  even  to  this,  it  was  required 
that  you  have  at  least  three  letters  from 
studios  recommending  you  as  so  excep- 
tional that  pictures  would  be  better  off 
if  you  were  part  of  them. 

SO  there  it  is,"  Scott  said  to  Julie,  con- 
tinuing the  story  that  night  when  the 
two  girls  were  curled  up  on  the  great  soft 
davenport  in  Castle  Argyle's  living  room. 
"You  can't  get  work  in  pictures  without 
letters  from  the  studios  saying  that  you 
are  exceptional,  and  the  studios  can't  pos- 
sibly know  you  are  exceptional,  until  you 
have  worked  in  pictures!  The  whole 
thing  seems  impossible,"  she  declared, 
"unless,  as  in  a  case  like  yours,  some 
studio  makes  a  real  bid  for  you.  Never- 
theless," she  added  with  spirit,  "I  didn't 
come  to  Hollywood  for  the  fun.  It  will 
be  a  long,  cold  day  before  I  give  up!" 

So  today  became  tomorrow  and  tomor- 
row became  the  next  day,  discourage- 

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O  F 

Vivien  Leigh,  Laurence  Olivier, 
David  Niven,  Richard  Greene? 
Then  don't  nniss — 


The  most  gripping  account 
to  come  out  of  the  war 
from  the  pen  of  a  star 
In  the  September  Issue 

ment  and  disillusion  combined  with 
bright  hope. 

For  Scott  there  was  the  joyful  surprise 
of  discovering  one  chance  for  admittance 
to  the  Guild  which  she  had  not  at  first 
comprehended.  It  seemed  that  extras 
were  desired  in  every  trick  profession  so 
that  any  director's  call,  however  ex- 
traordinary, might  be  filled. 

Since  there  were  girl  unicycle  riders, 
girl  stagecoach  drivers,  girl  net-fall  spe- 
cialists, girl  herders  of  wild  cattle,  etc., 
etc.,  ad  infinitum,  it  seemed  far  from 
likely,  on  first  thought,  that  anybody 
could  offer  any  trick  which  would  be  a 
new  one.  But  strangely  enough  this  small 
possibility  became  Scott's  opportunity, 
for  having  spent  her  childhood  in  Swit- 
zerland, she  was  an  old  hand  at  ski  jump- 
ing, a  qualification  which,  in  view  of  her 
sex,  did  indeed  accomplish  the  impossible, 
and  win  her  the  coveted  membership. 

She  realized  only  too  well  that  this  was 
just  the  beginning  of  a  long  and  weary 
routine  but  even  so  it  was  a  beginning, 
and  with  renewed  spirit  she  entered  into 
the  business  of  dialing  Garfield  3711  at 
fifteen-minute  intervals  every  day. 

Meanwhile,  reporting  daily  at  the  War- 
ner lot,  Julie  became  ever  more  eager 
to  become  part  of  this  world  of  make- 
believe.  Each  day  upon  the  set  found  her 
daring  to  feel  more  sure  that  she  was 
going  to  win  the  coveted  chance  to  be- 

come an  actress  under  contract,  in  line 
for  small  roles  and  traveling  by  this 
route  to  bigger  ones.  She  began  to  dream 
of  it  in  no  indefinite  terms,  especially 
when  Mr.  Trilling  informed  her  that  she 
was  to  stay  on  for  a  few  weeks  of  special 
coaching  in  Sophie  Rosenstein's  classes. 

KJ  OW  and  then  she  let  Scott  share  one 
'  of  Tod's  letters.  She  had  long  since 
displayed  his  picture. 

"Nice  and  tall,"  Scott  had  commented. 
"And  sandy  hair  is  my  favorite  for  a  man. 
Are  you  engaged  to  him?" 

"Well,  I  ...  I  don't  know,"  Julie  had 
replied  honestly  enough.  She  had  been 
doing  a  good  deal  of  thinking  lately 
about  how  she  would  fit  her  old  life  and 
her  new  one  together:  in  other  words, 
what  did  she  want  to  do  about  marrying 
Tod?  But  it  was  quite  true  that  he  had 
never  actually  asked  her;  she  was  simply 
taking  it  for  granted  that  he  was  taking 
it  for  granted! 

Meanwhile,  there  was  Curt  Melbourne; 
the  joy  of  flower  boxes  bearing  his  card, 
the  fun  of  dinner  dates,  his  interest  al- 
ways frankly  flattering,  his  eyes  saying 
more  than  eyes  had  ever  said  to  her 
before.  .  .  . 

And  so  winter  became  spring.  And  one 
noontime  Miss  Bette  Davis  dropped  in  at 
the  portrait  gallery  to  pick  up  a  pair  of 
gloves  she  had  left  there  the  day  before. 

"I  was  sorry  to  hear  about  Julie."  she 
said  to  Curt.  "Too  bad  she  isn't  to  remain 
on  the  lot  .  .  .  she's  a  sweet  youngster." 

Curt  didn't  know  what  Miss  Davis 
meant.  After  a  moment  he  asked  her. 

"I  thought  you  would  have  heard."  she 
replied.  "In  Steve  Trilling's  office  just 
now,  they  were  arranging  for  her  to  be 
returned  home.  It  seems  they  have  hoped 
the  Studio  Theater  classes  would  develop 
her  sense  of  emotion  and  her  ability  to 
act,  but  it  hasn"t  seemed  to  work  out. " 

Suddenly  Curt's  door  opened  and  Julie 
stood  upon  the  threshold,  no  tears  in  her 
eyes  for  the  first  long  second,  then  they 
came  with  a  rush! 

"Hi  there.  Missy,"  Curt  said  with  his 
usual  grin.  "Looking  for  a  nice  big  hand- 
kerchief?" He  hastened  to  produce  one, 
as  he  went  to  meet  her.  "Glad  you  csime 
straight  to  your  Uncle  Curtis.  I've  just 
heard  the  news." 

"You  must  think  I'm  a  terrible  baby 
to  be  crying  about  it."  Julie  apologized. 

"I,  for  one,  don't  think  so,"  Bette  Davis 
assured  her.  "But  in  your  case  how  can 
Hollywood  possibly  be  important?  Didn't 
you  tell  me  about  a  chap  in  Ohio  who's 
building  your  ideas  into  a  house?  I  know 
of  but  one  reason  why  a  young  man  asks 
a  lady  to  design  his  house,"  she  said  with 
her  vivacious  smile. 

"But  I  don't  want  to  give  up,"  Julie 
declared.  "If  it  s  true  that  an  actress 
learns  emotion  by  shedding  tears,  I'm  im- 
proving by  the  minute.'' 

"But  can't  you  improve  in  Ohio?"  Miss 
Davis  suggested  .  .  .  "Just  last  night  I 
was  thinking  about  how  California  has  no 
springtime;  no  crocuses  or  pussywillows. 
Each  year  I  hate  to  be  missing  them. 
Would  you  like  to  come  over  on  the  set 
with  me?''  she  invited.  "I  don't  imagine 
you've  had  lunch.  I'll  send  for  some." 
But  it  was  Curt  who  replied. 
"I  think  I'd  like  her  to  stay  here  for 
a  while,  if  you  don't  mind."  he  said. 
"There  are  one  or  two  things  id  like  to 
say  about  Hollywood  versus  Ohio." 

Romantic  proposal?  Fatherly  advice? 
What  ix  Curt  going  to  say  to  Julie  in 
this  crisis?  Continue  this  exciting  trtie- 
to-lije  story  in 

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(Continued  from  page  29)  on  the  knees 
of  the  gods,  as  those  things  always  are. 

2.  Why  does  Lana  Turner  go  in  for 

Well,  that's  a  lot  of  eyewash.  Lana 
doesn't  care  whether  they  play  a  trumpet, 
clarinet,  beat  a  drum,  write  music,  or 
sell  insurance.  She  just  likes  men.  Let 
me  add,  attractive  men.  In  one  week 
she's  reported  to  have  been  engaged  to 
four  different  men  and  to  have  "eloped" 
with  two  others.  No  one  can  tell  what 
she's  going  to  do,  not  even  Lana.  There 
is  an  impulsive  child  of  nature  if  I  ever 
saw  one.  Maybe  that's  what  makes  her 
so  attractive  on  the  screen.  Take  the 
matter  of  the  color  of  her  hair.  The 
studio  had  a  heck  of  a  time  keeping  it 
the  same  for  the  duration  of  one  picture. 
Then  her  clothes.  She  loved  red.  Her 
fire-wagon  automobile  matched  her 
blouse.  Well,  that's  all  kid  stuff,  but 
that's  what  she  is.  And  here  we  go  on 
the  supposition  that  she's  grown  up.  Give 
any  kid  all  the  money  she  wants,  all  the 
publicity,  the  finest  parts,  all  the  greatest 
stars  in  the  movies  to  play  opposite  and 
the  adulation  of  millions  of  fans — and 
what  can  you  expect?  Anybody's  head 
would  be  turned.  But  give  Lana  time — 
she'll  settle  down.  Maybe  with  a  string 
of  ex-husbands,  but  she  wouldn't  be  the 
first  one  to  do  that,  either. 

Will  Paulette  Goddard  continue  her 

upward  climb? 
Who's    to    stop    her?     Certainly  not 
Paulette.     Certainly     not     her  studio. 
They've  given  her  a  new  contract.  And 
certainly  not  Paulette's  ambition. 

4.  Why  didn't  Orson  Welles  marry 
Dolores  Del  Rio? 

I  may  be  just  an  old  meanie,  but  I  be- 
lieve the  difference  in  their  ages  had 
something  to  do  with  it.  Isn't  she  eleven 
years  older  than  he  is?  And  up  to  now, 
she's  had  a  very  full  life.  Orson  is  really 
just  beginning  his  and  no  one  knows  it 
better  than  Orson. 

5.  What's  happened  to  the  career  of 
Don  Ameche? 

I  wish  you'd  tell  me! 

6.  Why  is  Dorothy  Lamour  always  in 
love  but  not  mari-ied? 

Offhand,  it  would  look  like  the  sad 
case  of  the  girl  who's  "always  a  brides- 
maid but  never  a  bride" — for  one  or  an- 
other of  the  unhappy  reasons  the  mag- 
azine ads  are  always  telling  us  about. 
But,  of  course,  you  can  take  one  look 
at  Dottie  and  quickly  dismiss  that  angle. 
And  it's  not  because  she's  "a  girl  that 
men  forget"  either.  Dorothy's  beaux  are 
as  persistent  as  all  get-out  and  the  way 
they  feel  about  Dottie  I  don't  think 
there's  a  one  of  'em  that  would  object 
to  being  "Mr.  Dottie  Lamour"  if  Dottie 
would  just  say  "Yes."  And  still  those 
wedding  bells  don't  ring.  Here's  how  I 
dope  it  out.  Everybody's  fond  of  Dottie. 
She's  a  sweet  kid — and  she's  still  a  kid 
emotionally.  Sure,  she's  fond  of  men. 
She  likes  masculine  attention,  all  the 
little  romantic  trimmings — flowers,  moon- 
light, soft  music,  et  cetera.  These  are 
the  things  she  loves — not  any  partic- 
ular man  who  provides  them.  And  as 
long  as  a  romance  stays  at  this  stage, 
Dottie 's  happy  as  a  lark.  But  when  her 
beau  gets  to  the  serious  stage  and  wants 
her  to  face  such  practical  problems  as 
managing  a  home,  hiring  servants,  com- 
munity property  details,  he  brings  her 
down  to  earth  with  a  dull  and  sickening 
thud  that  spoils  her  dream — and  romance 
flies  out  the  window.  You  see,  Dottie's 
had  many  responsibilities  and  hardships 


estlons  I  Dare  Hollywood  to 

and  was  cheated  out  of  those  carefree 
schoolgirl  romances.  She  frankly  enjoys 
the  life  her  money  makes  possible  for  her 
and  she's  probably  making  up  now  for 
what  she  missed.  It's  ten  to  one  that  Dot- 
tie  can't  go  on  like  this  forever.  One  of 
these  days  the  right  man  will  come  along 
and  say,  "That's  all  very  well,  my  girl, 
but  it's  time  you  settled  down,  and  I'm 
the  guy  you're  settling  with."  Dottie  will 
love  it! 

y  Why  won't  Ginger  Rogers  wear 
make-up  on  the  screen? 
Well,  if  you  had  a  lot  of  freckles  and 
photographed  like  a  kid  of  twelve,  would 
you  sit  down  before  a  mirror  at  seven- 
thirty  in  the  morning  and  have  your  face 
all  smeared  up  with  grease  and  powder? 
No,  you  bet  you  wouldn't.  Neither  would 
I.  But  I  can't  get  away  with  it.  They  get 
a  look  at  this  old  puss  and  say,  "Cover  it 
up,  boys,  and  try  to  make  it  look  young." 
And  here  Ginger,  who's  of  age,  mind  you, 
puts  nothing  on  hers  and  looks  twelve! 

8.  Why  does  Vic  Mature  think  he's  a 

I'll  bite.  Why??? 

9.  What  happened  to  the  Hedy  La- 
marr-George  Montgomery  romance? 

Well,  plenty.  In  the  first  place,  George 
has  a  very  large  family  to  support  on 
a  very  small  salary  and  while  he's  young 
and  good-looking,  he's  just  about  as  so- 
phisticated as  your  Aunt  Fanny  (no  ref- 
erence to  any  living  person)  and  Hedy's 
been  around  plenty.  She's  been  brought 
up  on  luxury,  had  every  whim  satisfied. 
Hedy's  a  home  girl  up  to  a  certain  point 
— she's  also  a  good  business  woman. 
The  fact  that  the  night  they  broke  their 
engagement  she  went  right  back  to  dining 
with  John  Howard  shows  that  her  heart 
is  'still  intact.  If  there's  any  torch  being 
carried  it's  not  clutched  in  her  pretty 
little  hand. 

10.  Will  Jean  Gabin  and  Marlene  Die- 
trich marry? 

Well,  will  they?  Go  on,  tell  me!  I 
dare  you. 

11.  Will  Ann  Sothern  marry  Bob 

Well,  she  has  practically  a  year  to  wait 
for  her  final  divorce.  By  that  time  he'll 
be  well  incorporated  into  the  Army 
and,  by  that  time,  anything  could  have 
happened.  If  she  were  free  to  marry  him 
now,  I  think  there'd  be  wedding  bells. 
But  a  year  from  now — oh,  baby!  Wouldn't 
I  like  to  know! 

/2.  Will  Teresa  Wright  be  a  star? 

Definitely  yes.  She's  one  of  the  finest 
young  players  I've  seen.  She  had  sense 
enough  to  turn  down  picture  offers  for 
a  year  and  a  half,  because  Sam  Goldwyn 
was  on  a  sitdown  strike  with  United 
Artists  and  wasn't  making  pictures — and 
she  wanted  to  be  under  his  management. 
He  saw  her  first  in  "Life  With  Father"; 
but  she  waited  until  he  produced  "The 
Little  Foxes,"  which  gave  her  the  part 
she  wanted.  Her  performance  in  "Mrs. 
Miniver"  is  something  to  shout  about  and 
even  Gary  Cooper,  fine  actor  that  he  is, 
had  to  do  some  real  trouping  to  keep  up 
with  her  Mrs.  Lou  Gehrig. 

13.  Why  does  Katharine  Hepburn  keep 
Hollywood  guessing? 

Because  Katharine  has  the  kind  of  a 
brain  that  clicks  even  while  she's  sleep- 
ing. And  we've  been  lying  out  in  the 
noonday  sun  so  long  that  ours  don't 
even  work  sometimes  while  we're  awake. 
Then,  too,  Katharine's  a  lady  born,  and 
that  always  intrigues  Hollywood. 

>nswer  I 

14.  Why  does  Bob  Hope  advertise 
Madeleine  Carroll  instead  of  our  native 

Your  guess  is  as  good  as  mine.  I'r  i 
going  to  answer  this  one  if  I  can.  Firsti 
I  think,  it's  because  she  is  a  prett;^ 
woman — and,  of  course,  no  one  in  Holly-I 
wood  hates  publicity.  Whatever  Bob'J 
reason  for  starting  the  gag  in  the  firsq 
place,  it's  made  her  one  of  the  best-knowiJ 
women  in  America.  ] 

15.  Will  Madeleine  Carroll  marry  Stir-\ 
ling  Hayden?  ] 

I  don't  think  so.  Stirling's  young,  hand-j 
some,  virile  and  impressionable — and  got] 
such  an  inferiority  complex  when  he! 
became  an  actor  that  he  walked  out  on  ai 
contract  which  contained  everything.  ^ 
What  the  war  will  do  to  him,  no  one 
can  tell.  But  it's  going  to  take  an  abid- 
ing love  and  a  great  deal  of  tenderness 
for  those  two  to  reach  the  altar. 

16.  Why  will  Bette  Davis  play  any- 
thing, no  matter  how  hideous  the  role 
makes  her  look? 

Because,  my  friends,  Bette  Davis  is  ar. 
actress.  She'd  rather  act  than  eat.  And 
anyone  with  that  instinct  will  sink  hei 
own  personality  into  a  good  part,  jus' 
for  the  feeling  of  pure  joy  she  gets. 

17.  Why  is  Norma  Shearer  about  to 

Is  she? 

Why  does  Veronica  Lake  wear  that 
lock  of  hair  over  one  eye? 
I  can  understand  why  she  did  at  the 
start  of  her  career.  If  you  want  to  crack 
Hollywood's  shell,  you  have  to  do  some- 
thing startling  to  make  people  notice 
you.  The  gags  that  movie-struck  kid<^ 
have  thought  up  to  attract  the  attention 
of  the  right  people  out  here  are  too  nu- 
merous and  bizarre  to  describe.  'Veronica 
was  accustomed  to  using  her  bean.  She 
figured  out  that  it's  the  simplest  and  most 
obvious  trick  that  often  tilrns  the  deal— 
and  what  could  be  simpler  than  letting 
her  hair  fall  down  as  nature  made  it, 
with  a  lock  covering  one  eye?  In  a  town 
where  glamour  gu'ls  are  always  outdoing 
each  other  with  elaborate  hair-dos,  such 
simplicity  as  this  was  as  startling  as  an 
air-raid  siren — and  got  as  quick  atten- 
tion. But  Veronica's  got  herself  estab- 
lished now.  She  proved  her  mettle  in  "I 
Wanted  Wings."  We  all  know  who  she  is 
and  like  what  she  can  do.  So  why  Ccin't 
she  relax  and  be  herself? 

19.  Why  isn't  Olivia  de  Havilland  the 
big  star  her  sister  Joan  Fontaine  is? 

In  the  first  place,  Joan's  been  the  luck- 
iest girl  who  ever  came  to  Hollywood. 
Let's  count  the  parts  she's  had,  after  she 
was  dubbed  a  failure:  The  only  really 
sympathetic  part  in  "The  'Women." 
amongst  a  bevy  of  meowing  cats;  "Re- 
becca": "Suspicion";  "This  Above  All''. 
"The  Constant  Nymph":  and,  coming  up. 
"Jane  Eyre."  Any  one  of  those  would 
make  any  girl  a  star,  if  she  had  the 
vestige  of  good  looks  and  a  grain  of 
ability.  Joan's  got  them  all  in  quick  suc- 
cession and  can  act,  too.  True,  Olivia 
hasn't  done  badly.  She's  had  Melanie  in 
"Gone  With  The  Wind,"  "Hold  Back  The 
Dawn" — and,  with  that,  she  got  Charles 
Boyer.  But  sister  Joan  got  Brian  Aheme 
as  a  husband.  You  just  watch  Olivia's 
smoke  when  she  gets  a  husband. 

20.  What  woidd  happen  to  Hollywood 
if  Mickey  Mouse,  Plufo,  Dumbo  and 
Bambi  got  caught  in  the  draft? 

Brother,  my  tears  would  form  a 
Niagara  and  blot  out  all  these  words— 
and  then  vou'd  have  no  story! 

The  End 

PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

Speak  for  Yourself 

(Continued  from  page  21) 

When  I  go  to  a  movie,  I  try  to  see 
just  what  it  is  that  gives  each  actress 
her  poise  and  charm. 

I'm  interested  in  how  the  actress  looks 
when  she  walks,  when  she  sits  down, 
or  when  she  simply  stands.  How  does 
she  carry  her  purse?  What  does  she 
do  with  her  hands? 

The  movie  stars  make  charming  pres- 
entations of  the  right  styles,  the  proper 
make-up  and  coiffures. 

In  the  better  pictures,  I  hear  the  right 
kind  of  pronunciation  and  diction. 

In  short,  every  movie  has  become,  for 
me,  a  double  feature — a  source  of  en- 
tertainment and  a  source  of  knowledge. 
Thelma  Porter  McMinn, 

Canyon,  Tex. 

$1.00  PRIZE 
Come  On,  Boys,  Get  Together! 

A  M  writing  this  information  for  Myrna 
Loy  to  notify  her  that  after  a  tei'rific 
balloting  session  held  here  by  my  bud- 
dies, we  have  nominated  Myrna  Loy 
as  our  favorite  actress.  By  a  large  ma- 
jority Miss  Loy  easily  defeated  Dorothy 
Lamour,  Lana  Turner,  Betty  Grable, 
Claudette  Colbert  and  Ann  Sheridan.  I 
did  plenty  of  campaigning  on  my  part 
to  prove  how  much  Myrna  Loy  is  su- 
oerior  to  all  these  glamour  girls  (?).  I 
nyself  have  been  a  Myrna  Loy  fan  for 
en  years — that's  when  I  first  got  a  crush 
)n  the  very  charming  ex-Montana  dam- 
sel. She  ought  to  know  about  this  "silent 
ove"  of  mine  for  her.  I  regret  that  it's 
lot  possible  for  me  to  see  Myrna  Loy 
jind  tell  her  how  much  I  admire  her. 
J  Pvt.  Jack  Bark, 

j  Fort  Jackson,  S.  C. 


J  Here's  another  point  of  view: 

\  $1.00  PRIZE 

'a  S  a  buck  private  in  the  United  States 
'  Army,  I've  had  a  chance  to  see  first- 
icind  what  sort  of  movie  tastes  United 
States  service  men  have.  Do  you  know 
i^ho  is  the  Army's  favorite  actress?  No, 
lot  Ann  Sheridan  (although  she  is  well 
iked)  but  none  other  than  Joan  Davis! 
ler  brand  of  comedy  is  an  effective  cure 
or  loneliness  and  homesickness  which 
re  prevalent  in  many  Army  camps, 
loldier  boys  like  to  have  fun;  the  type  of 
icture  Joan  Davis  appears  in  is  the  an- 

'  wer. 

So  Joan  Davis  rates  a  twenty-four-gun 
alute  from  every  Army  camp! 

Pvt.  Anthony  Perry, 
PI  San  Jose,  Cal. 


)  OOR  stupid  Hollywood!  What,  pray 
tell  me,  is  the  matter  with  an  industry 
lat  looks  down  its  nose  at  a  really  po- 
!ntial  star  like  Robert  Stack  and  tries 
)  cram  swell-head  Mature  down  our 

Whit  L.  Gallman, 
Pittsburg,  Pa. 

JAORE  of  Betty  Grable   in  dramatic 
"*  roles!    Ginger  Rogers,  after  switch- 
ig  from  dancing  to  dramatic  parts,  won 
le  Academy  Award.      Why  not  give 
rable  this  opportunity? 

Evelyn  Kelly, 
Greensboro,  N.  C. 

I'm  Going 

.  .  .  .  Dad's  shirts  lasted  longer  than  this.  They  stayed  white, 
too.  Mother  always  used  FELS-NAPTHA  soap  .  .  .  can't  re- 
member why  I  changed  .  .  .  too  much  bargain-hunting,  I 
guess.  Well,  this  shirt's  no  bargain,  now  .  .  . 

the  Golden  Naptha  Soap" 

The  way  things  are  today,  golden  Fels-Naptha  Soap  is,  more  than 
ever,  a  real  bargain.  There's  no  better — or  safer — way  to  dislodge 
ground-in  grime,  or  remove  destructive  perspiration  stains.  The 
Fels  combination  of  gentle  naptha  and  richer  golden  soap  does 
a  thorough  job — in  a  jiffy — without  harsh,  ruinous  rubbing. 
This  young  woman  will  find  Fels-Naptha  a  better  soap 
than  she  remembers.  Making  richer  suds.  Making  them 
quicker.  More  helpful  in  reducing 
the  wear  and  tear  of  washday  .  .  . 
By  the  way — have  you  tried 
today's  Fels-Naptha  Soap.-* 

Golden baror Golden  chips_FELS'NAPTHA  bonishesTottleTale  Gray" 

JGUST,  1942 


They  All  Kissed  the  Bride 



OF  fJCE  POWM  '^^^ 

"lady  who  forgot.  arspw 

Cashmere  Bouquet 
Taleum  Powder 

A  Member  of  Cat/im«re  Bouquef — 
fhm  Royal  Family  of  Buaufy  Preparationt 

(Continued  jrom  page  42)  continued  to 
drink  it  until  the  sound  of  babbling  voices 
told  him  that  the  ceremony  was  over. 
Suddenly  through  the  doorway  he  saw 
the  ominous  figure  of  the  detective  he  had 
punched.  Bidding  the  bartender  a  hasty 
good-by,  he  made  his  way  into  the  foyer 
where  the  guests  were  forming  in  line 
to  kiss  the  bride.  Unobtrusively  he 
slipi>ed  into  line,  watching  the  detective 
approach  Margaret  for  further  instruc- 
tions. When  the  moving  queue  deposited 
him  in  front  of  Vivian,  she  kissed  him 

The  kiss  came  as  a  complete  surprise, 
but  after  the  first  shock  he  began  to 
enjoy  it.  For  long  moments  he  held  the 
bride  in  his  arms,  kissing  her  thoroughly. 
When  he  released  her  at  last,  he  saw 
that  the  detective  was  still  waiting  for 
him  and  he  hastily  stepped  back  into 
line  again. 

Margaret  placed  a  restraining  hand  on 
the  detective's  arm. 

"I  think  I  know  who  he  is,"  she  said 
grimly,  watching  him  approach  the  bride 

This  time  his  kiss  left  Vivian  breath- 
less and  the  rest  of  the  guests  buzzing 
with  shocked  surprise. 

"I  know  I  know  who  he  is,"  Margaret 
decided.  "A  hoodlum  named  Joe." 

Efficiently  she  instructed  her  maid  to 
bring  "Joe"  to  her  upstairs  sitting  room; 
gave  brief  orders  to  the  detective  and 
went  on  ahead  to  prepare  some  marked 
money  with  which  to  buy  back  the 
letters  Vivian  had  written. 

AS  "Joe"  entered  the  room,  the  now- 
familiar  sensations  seized  her  again. 
"I  asked  you  up  here  because  .  .  ." 
she  began  desperately. 

He  came  close  to  her.  "Why,  Baby," 
he  murmured,  "I  didn't  know  you  cared! 
Is  it  pKJssible  you  feel  the  way  I  do?" 

"I  don't  even  know  how  you  feel,"  she 
pointed  out  frostily. 

"I  feel  as  though  one  of  M.  J.  Drew's 
trucks  hit  me — you  know,  the  big  ones." 

"The  Drew  trucks  don't  hit  anybody; 
we  have  the  lowest  accident  rate  in  the 
country,"  defended  Margaret  indignantly. 

"1  like  loyalty  in  my  women,  even 
when  it's  loyalty  to  M.  J.  Drew,"  he 
applauded.  "Why,  I'm  even  prepared  to 
like  her.  After  all,  the  old  flufT  brought 
us  together.  But  why  discuss  that  tired 

He  came  closer  to  Margaret  and  she 
backed  away,  flinging  the  package  of 
money  at  him. 

"Here's  your  money!" 
He    looked    at    it,    bewildered.  "My 
money?  Why,  there's  a  thousand  dollars 

"And  that's  all  you're  going  to  get!" 

"You're  making  a  mistake.  Baby,"  he 
told  her  softly.  Margaret  moved  further 

"Well,  what  do  you  want?"  she  de- 

"What  does  any  man  want?"  She 
backed  up  against  the  door  and  he  fol- 
lowed her.  "A  woman  of  his  own,  a 
home,  babies.  .  .  ." 

Frantically  Margaret  signaled  for  the 
detective.  He  rushed  in,  crying,  "What 
happened,  M.J.?" 

"M.J.!"  The  young  man  looked  at  her 
aghast.  "You're  M.J.?" 

"The  tired  character,"  adnutted  Mar- 
garet sweetly.  "The  old  fluff." 

The  detective  seized  him.  "Let's  tell  it 
to  the  District  Attorney,"  he  said  as  he 
dragged  out  his  victim  who  was  still 
muttering  "M.  J.  Drew — M.  J.  Drew — 

The  following  day  in  her  office  Mar- 
garet returned  to  the  problem  of  Michael 
Holmes.  Mr.  Crane,  of  the  Personnel 
Office,  tried  to  get  her  to  choose  the 
loving  cup  which  was  to  be  awarded 
at  the  Dance  Contest,  a  feature  of  the 
forthcoming  Drivers'  Armual  Dance,  but 
Margaret's  secretary  interrupted. 

"There's  a  man  here  says  he's  Michae; 

Hastily  Margaret  got  rid  of  Crane  and 
told  the  secretary  to  send  Holmes  in. 
Sharp  invective  rose  to  her  lips  and  died 
there  as  she  gazed  into  the  eyes  of  yes- 
terday's uninvited  wedding  guest.  At  last 
she  asked  weakly,  "How  did  you  get  out 
of  jail?" 

"Your  lawyer  got  me  out,"  he  grinned. 

The  secretary  burst  in,  apologizing  for 
the  interruption  and  handing  Margaret  a 
small  package. 

"There's  a  man  outside  who  says  this 
is  important  and  he  Wcints  to  see  you.'' 

kA  ARGARET  tore  open  the  packet.  In- 
side  were  Vivian's  letters.  She 
looked  at  the  man  before  her,  then  at 
the  letters  and  back  to  her  caller  again. 

"Then  who  are  you."  she  demanded. 

"I'm  still  Michael  Holmes,"  he  assured 
her.  His  grin  widened  as  he  pointed  to 
her  knees.  "What's  the  matter — your 
liver  gone  bad  again?" 

"Wait  here,"  Margaret  ordered  des- 
perately. "I'll  be  right  back." 

She  left  her  office  and  rushed  down 
the  hall.  Joe  Krim.  who  had  been  wait- 
ing in  the  secretary's  office,  followed  her. 
explaining  earnestly  that  he  had  brought 
back  Vivian's  letters  and  wanted  them 
returned  to  her  with  his  love.  Margaret 
listened  to  his  incoherent  explanations 
until  they  reached  the  office  infirmary, 
where  she  dismissed  him  abruptly  and 
hurried  inside. 

"Dr.  Cassel,"  she  demanded  breath- 
lessly, "when  you  examined  me  ten  days 
ago,  my  liver  was  bad,  wasn't  it?" 

"You  could  win  blue  ribbons  with  your 
liver,"  the  doctor  told  her  at  the  end  of 
a  thorough  examination.  "What  made 
you  think  you  were  sick?" 

"Dizzy  spvells — sudden  weakness  in  the 

"Perhaps  you  experienced  some  sort  of 
emotional  shock?" 

"Nonsense,"  she  denied  firmly.  "Please 
give  me  something." 

Dr.  Cassel  took  a  bottle  of  pills  from 
the  medicine  chest.  "These  will  act  as  a 
sedative.  Take  a  couple  whenever  this 
symptom  occurs.  However,''  he  warned, 
"too  many  will  result  in  drowsiness." 

MARGARET  hurried  back  to  her  office 
to  confront  Michael.  Purely  as  a 
precaution  she  took  two  of  the  pills  first, 
but  it  was  needless.  Michael  had  gone, 
leaving  word  that  Miss  Drew  might  see 
him  at  his  home  after  nine  o'clock  that 
evening  if  she  wished  to  discuss  anything 
with  him.  Margaret  considered  the  situa- 
tion wryly.  She  had  very  little  choice. 
Michael  Holmes  had  adequate  basis  for 
a  law  suit  on  charges  of  assault,  defama- 
tion of  character  and  false  arrest.  Some- 
how she  must  get  him  to  sign  a  legal 
release,  or  it  might  involve  the  company 
in  e.xpensive  and  undesirable  publicity 
"Besides."  she  assured  herself  defiantly, 
"what  have  I  to  be  afraid  of?'' 

That  evening  Margaret  rang  the  bell 
of  the  old  browTistone  house  where 
Michael  roomed  with  Johnny  Johnson 
and  his  wife  Susie.  Johnny  opened  the 

"He's  on  the  second  floor,"  Johnny  re- 
plied in  answer  to  her  query  about  Mike. 
Margaret  thanked  him  and  turned  to 


PHOTOPL.^Y  co»Jibi?ied  icif'i  movie  MnutOB 

go  upstairs.  Then  she  stopped. 

"Could  I  have  a  glass  of  water?"  she 

Susie  brought  the  water.  Johnny  intro- 
duced them.  "Susie,  this  is  Mike's  girl 
friend.  He  told  me  you'd  be  coming 
around  tonight,"  he  added  with  a  friendly 
grin  as  he  handed  Margaret  the  glass. 
Weakly,  she  took  two  more  pills. 

At  the  top  of  the  stairs  she  hesitated, 
took  the  bottle  from  her  purse  and  shook 
some  pellets  into  her  hand.  After  swal- 
lowing quickly,  she  knocked  at  the  door. 
Mike,  wearing  his  dressing  gown,  ushered 
her  in. 

Margaret  found  it  difficult  to  talk  busi- 
ness. Mike  just  wasn't  interested.  When 
she  mentioned  money,  he  flung  open  the 
windows  of  his  balcony.  Below  on  the 
river,  the  moon  was  silver.  In  quiet 
desperation  Margaret  clapped  more  pills 
into  her  mouth.  The  mournful  sound  of 
a  boat  whistle  drifted  into  the  room. 

Mike  came  close  to  the  couch  and 
leaned  over  her.  "Know  what  that  is, 
Maggie?"  he  asked  softly. 

"The  name  is  M.  J.  Drew  and  that's 
the  whistle  of  a  dirty  old  scow,"  she  told 
him  scornfully. 

"Oh  no — it's  the  sob  of  a  girl  weeping 
for  her  man — her  man  who's  gone  down 
to  the  sea  in  a  ship  and  not  come  back. 
She's  crying  for  what  once  was.  It's  the 
tears  of  memory.  .  .  ." 

His  voice  was  low  and  compelling. 
Margaret  slipped  behind  the  table.  "Is 
this  your  business  mood?"  she  demanded. 

Mike  stared  at  her.  Suddenly  he 
slapped  the  table  with  his  hand. 

"You're  afraid!"  he  cried.  "You're 
afraid  of  men!  That's  why  you're  afraid 
to  get  out  from  behind  that  table." 

"I'm  afraid  of  no  man,"  she  denied 

Slowly  he  advanced  to  her.  She  stared 
at  him  without  moving. 

"Put  your  right  hand  on  my  shoulder," 
he  commanded  softly.  "Put  your  left 
hand  on  my  other  shoulder."  His  arms 
were  around  her  then,  her  head  upKjn  his 
chest.  Tenderly  he  lifted  her  face  to  his. 
Her  eyes  were  closed.  He  kissed  her, 
releasing  her  at  last.  Only  a  soft  snore 
answered  him.  M.  J.  Drew  was  sound 

THE  morning  was  horrible  for  Margaret. 
'  She  awakened  to  hear  Mike  singing,  in 
the  other  room,  "You  Must  Have  Been  A 
Beautiful  Baby."  She  looked  at  the  room 
she  was  in;  she  touched  the  Murphy 
bed  she  was  in.  Finally  she  gazed  with 
sick  suspicion  at  the  pajamas  she  was  in. 

She  refused  breakfast  when  Mike 
brought  it  to  her.  "How  could  you  be 
so  mean  as  to  .  .  ."  she  accused.  "When 
I — I  came  here  in  perfectly  good  faith." 

Light  dawned  in  Mike's  eyes.  "Wait  a 
minute!  I  think  I  know  what  you  mean." 

Mike  flung  open  the  door.  "Susie,"  he 

Susie  hxirried  in.  "Well,  now,"  she  said 
soothingly  to  Margaret,  "you  look  rested. 
I  never  did  see  anybody  so  tired.  You 
never  moved  when  I  undressed  you." 

"Morning,  Mike  —  Maggie,"  Johnny 
greeted  them,  cramming  the  rest  of  his 
breakfast  into  his  mouth  as  he  came  in. 
"Gotta  run  to  do  or  die  for  the  good  old 
Drew  Company.  If  I'm  tardy,"  he  ex- 
plained to  Mike,  slipping  on  his  leather 
jacket,  "I'm  going  to  explain  to  vinegar 
puss,  laughingly  known  as  the  boss  of 
the  Drew  Trucking  Lines,  that  I  had  to 
sleep  with  a  friend  of  mine  who  not 
only  tosses  in  his  sleep  but  calls  you 
Baby.'  Why  don't  you  marry  the  guy 
soon,  Maggie?" 

'  Mike  stared  after  Susie  and  Johnny  as 
•they  hurried  out.  He  turned  to  Maggie. 
il'I  suppose  you'll  have  him  fired." 

t^UGUST,  1942 


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She  ignored  his  question.  "Call  my 
office  later  and  we'll  arrange  about  the 

When  she  reached  the  office  Vivian 
was  waiting  for  her. 

"You  know,  Margaret,"  she  babbled, 
"the  strangest  thing  happened  to  me  as 
we  started  on  our  honeymoon.  When 
Stephen  and  I  got  into  the  car  and  he 
said:  'And  now,  young  lady'  .  .  .  Well,  not 
only  did  my  knees  shake,  but  I  trembled 
all  over." 

"Why  did  you  come  back  so  soon, 
Vivian?"  asked  Margaret,  starting  to 
change  into  the  business  clothes  her  maid 
had  brought  her  from  home. 

"Oh,  he  just  looked  at  the  financial 
page  of  the  newspap>er,  made  some  phone 
calls,  and  .  .  ." 

"Oh,  he  came  back  because  of  busi- 
ness!" Margaret's  approval  was  evident 
in  her  voice. 

MIKE  strolled  in  unannounced,  with 
the  air  of  one  perfectly  at  home. 
"Why,  Maggie,"  he  chided,  "don't  you 
ever  have  any  clothes  on?" 

Crimson  with  embarrassment,  Margaret 
slid  a  dress  over  her  head  and  sent  Vivian 

"By  the  way,"  asked  Mike,  "have  you 
fired  Johnny  yet?" 

"Suppose,"  Margaret  suggested  icily, 
"we  just  discuss  the  price  you're  placing 
on  that  release." 

"The  price  is  nothing." 

"Nothing?"  she  echoed  in  amazement. 

"Surprised,  aren't  you?  Surprised 
there's  something  money  and  influence 
can't  buy.  That's  just  why  I'm  giving  it 
to  you.  I  want  you  to  know  that.  I  par- 
ticularly want  you  to  know  that  when 
you  go  to  fire  Johnny."  He  moved  to 
her  desk.  "Is  this  the  release?" 

She  nodded  and  he  sat  down.  "I'd  like 
only  one  promise  before  I  sign.  It  isn't 
much.  If  I  can  borrow  the  money,  will 
you  have  dinner  with  me  tonight?" 

"Of  course,"  she  agreed. 

"And  tomorrow  night?" 

"I  think  it's  very  gracious  of  you  to 
ask  me  two  nights  running." 

As  he  signed  the  release  Margaret 
picked  it  up  and  locked  it  in  a  drawer. 
Then  she  turned  to  him  coldly.  "I've 
just  remembered  I've  an  important  ap- 
pointment tonight.  I'm  so  sorry." 

"I  suppose,"  Mike  said  ruefully,  "this 
is  what's  known  in  business  as  shrewd 

"If  you  feel  cheated,  you  may  drop  by 
the  cashier."  She  spoke  authoritatively 
into  the  dictaphone.  "Hoover,  a  Mr. 
Holmes  will  be  by.  Give  him  a  thousand 
dollars  and  charge  it  to  my  personal 

"Maggie,"  Mike  said  softly,  "you  ought 
to  learn  to  play.  Somewhere  under  all 
the  layers  of  Drew  common  stock,  pre- 
ferred stock,  seven  percent  bonds — 
there's  a  girl."  He  ignored  the  wrath  on 
her  face.  "The  world's  full  of  people, 
Maggie.  Most  of  them  are  not  very  suc- 
cessful— some  of  them  are  even  failures, 
but  they're  warm  people,  brave  people, 
people  full  of  hope  and  dignity  and  love." 

"Will  you  shut  up  and  get  out!"  she 
shouted  furiously. 

"I'll  get  out,"  he  agreed,  "but  I'm  the 
kind  of  a  guy  that  never  shuts  up.  And, 
by  the  way,  better  take  a  look  at  the 
signature  on  that  release." 

Tlie  door  slammed  behind  him  and 
Margaret  flew  to  the  drawer.  On  the  re- 
lease was  written  boldly,  "Benedict 

That  night  Margaret  went  again  to 
Mike's  house  in  Brooklyn.  Mike  wasn't 
there.  He  and  Susie  had  gone  ahead, 
Johnny  told  her,  to  the  Drew  Trucking 
and  Bus  Lines  Employees'  Annual  Dance. 

"You  can  go  with  me,"  he  offeree 
Looking  at  her  appreciatively,  he  added, 
"I'll  do  my  best  to  remember  Mike's  m;- 
best  friend." 

PNISREGARDING  her  protests,  he  helped 
■-^  her  into  the  cab  of  his  truck.  Fo; 
the  first  time,  Margaret  saw  one  of  he: 
own  spKjtters  in  action,  for  she  had  al- 
ways insisted  that  the  No  Riders  rule  b  - 
strictly  enforced.  The  sp>otter  warnea 
Johnny  grimly  that  he  would  be  repwrte  ; 
for  using  the  company  truck  for  pleasur 
and  made  Margaret  get  out  in  the  rain 
regardless  of  the  damage  to  her  gowr 

"That's   M.J.   Drew   for   you  again, 
raged  Johnny.  "Good  thing  she  isn't  go- 
ing to  the  dance — I'd  put  ground  glas 
on  her  hot  dog." 

The  dance  was  a  success  for  everyonv 
but  Margaret. 

"I  don't  care  for  frankfurters,"  she  in- 
formed Mike  frigidly  as  he  offered  her 

"Don't  tell  me  you  dislike  them,  Mag- 
gie. Nobody  dislikes  them,  not  even  the 
Queen  of  England.  But  then,"  he  pointec: 
out,  "she  takes  time  off  from  the  busines.- 
of  being  a  queen  to  be  a  woman!'' 

So  Margaret  ate  hot  dogs,  washin: 
them  down  copiously  with  bright- colorec 
soda  pop.  At  that,  she  might  have  sur- 
vived had  not  Johnny  seized  her  for  his 
partner  in  the  Dance  Contest. 

While  Mike  and  Susie  watched  enthu- 
siastically, Johnny  was  cooking  with  gas 
on  the  dance  floor.  He  twirled  Margaret 
in  circles;  he  spun  her  in  the  air;  he 
tossed  her  over  his  shoulder  and  caught 
her  just  as  it  seemed  certain  she  must 
crack  her  skull  open.  Crane,  one  of  the 
judges,  mistaking  her  frantic  signals  for 
rescue,  decided  that  she  wanted  to  be 
chosen  the  winner.  After  all  the  com- 
peting couples  were  tapped  off  the  floor. 
Johnny  and  Margaret  remained  in  their 
fantastic  frenzy. 

"Hold  onto  your  bustle.  Baby,"  Johnny 
encouraged  her.  "It's  the  last  lap." 

Crane  came  over  to  them  with  a  be- 
nign smile  on  his  face. 

"Ladies  and  gentlemen — the  winners!" 

JOHNNY  took  the  applause  of  the  crowd, 
beaming.  Margaret  slumped  weakly  to 
the  floor.  She  was  never  quite  sure  how 
she  came  to  be  on  the  couch  in  Susie 
and  Johnny's  apartment,  swathed  in 
shawls  and  hot-water  battles,  but  Johnny 
was  feeding  her  something  from  a  jug 
— something  soothing  and  strangely 

"It  started  out  being  blackberry 
brandy,"  he  explained.  "Pop  kept  add- 
ing to  it.  It  kills  pain  in  two  seconds 

"All  she  had  was  a  little  colic,"'  Susie 
assured  Mike. 

"Yeah,"  grinned  Johnny.  "You  shoulda 
held  her  over  your  shoulder  and  pitted 
her  back  after  feeding  her— that  brings 
up  the  air."  Margaret  took  another  swal- 
low from  the  jug  and  Johnny  sniffed  at 
it  curiously.  "I  missed  a  can  of  floor  wax 
just  before  Pop  died.  Wonder  if  he  put  it 
in  here." 

After  several  more  drinks.  Margaret 
turned  to  Johnny  expansively.  "Johnny, 
you're  a  wonderful  host  and  a  charming 
fellow.  Tomorrow  I'll  see  that  you  get  a 
five-dollar  raise — no,  make  it  ten — and  I 
shall  fire  that  inspector  who  was  so 
nasty  to  you." 

Johnny  was  duly  appreciative.  "And 
to  show  you  how  much  I  think  of  you, " 
he  announced,  "I'm  going  to  buy  the 
Brooklyn  Bridge  and  have  it  stretched 
from  Mike's  house  to  yours,  so  when  you 
want  to  see  each  other  you  won't  be 
held  up  by  traffic." 

Margaret  nodded  and  her  head  nestled 


PHOTOPLAY  cojnbi?ied  with  movie  mirror 

against  Mike's  chest. 

"When  they  dehver  the  bridge  tomor- 
row, please  see  they  don't  wake  me  up." 

Mike  drove  Margaret  home  in  the 
truck,  with  Johnny  and  Susie  asleep  be- 
side them.  The  intricate  harmony  Mike 
and  Margaret  worked  out  on  "You  Must 
Have  Been  A  Beautiful  Baby"  didn't  dis- 
turb them.  When  they  arrived  at  the 
house  Mike  woke  Johnny  and  then  car- 
ried Margaret  carefully  into  the  house. 

Johnny,  backing  the  truck  out  of  the 
driveway,  saw  a  watchman  and  hailed 

"Say,  what  is  this  joint — Radio  City?" 

"This  is  the  Drew  estate,"  the  watch- 
man informed  him,  "and  that  was  M.J. 
Drew,  of  the  Drew  Trucking  Lines." 

Johnny  moaned  and  collapsed  quietly 
against  Susie's  inert  shoulder. 

N  the  upper  hallway  Vivian  met  Mike, 
still  with  Margaret  in  his  arms,  and  as- 
sumed that  he  was  an  out-of-town  client 
Margaret  had  told  her  about. 

Mike  stood  Margaret  delicately  on  her 
feet.   "I  just  want  to  see  how  you  look 
standing  up." 
"How  do  I  look?" 

"I  like  you  better  this  way,"  he  decided, 
and  swept  her  into  his  arms  again. 

"Margaret,"  Vivian  cried,  scandalized, 
"you  said  he  was  a  married  man!" 

"What's  wrong  with  married  men?" 
argued  Margaret.  "You're  living  with 
one  yourself." 

Without  replying,  Vivian  hastened 
downstairs  to  meet  Stephen,  just  coming 
in.  He  stopped  short  at  the  unusual  sight 
of  Margaret  in  a  man's  arms. 

"He's  a  man  from  out  West,"  Vivian 
explained  hastily.  "He  has  millions — big 
business  merger  with  the  Drew  interests. 
You  know  how  Margaret  is  about  busi- 
ness— she's  humoring  him." 

"Lovely  way  to  do  business,"  mur- 
mured Stephen.  "I  must  remember  it." 

Mike  carried  Margaret  into  her  room 
and  placed  her  again  on  her  feet.  His 
arms  lingered  around  her  and  she  clung 
to  him. 

"Am  I  a  business  deity,  Mike?"  she 
asked  plaintively.  "Just  something  to 
keep  in  trim  for  the  good  old  stock- 

"You're  the  twinkle  of  a  million  stars; 
you're  a  crystal  goblet  filled  with  rare 
wine,"  he  assured  her  fervently.  His 
arms  tightened  about  her.  Then  he 
moved  her  gently  away. 

"Go  to  sleep,  Margaret."  Afraid  of 
himself,  he  tried  to  escape,  but  her  arms 
were  about  his  neck,  her  cheek  against 
his.  Slowly  she  drew  him  down  to  the 
couch  beside  her. 

"The  years  without  you,  Mike — the  aw- 
ful, awful  years  .  .  ."  She  pressed  her 
lips  to  his.  His  head  was  heavy  against 
her  chest.  Suddenly,  indisputably,  it  was 
Michael  who  had  fallen  asleep. 

When  Mike  awoke  the  next  morning, 
clad  in  the  cook's  negligee,  tucked  into 
Margaret's  bed,  Johnny  Johnson  forced 
his  way  into  the  room.  Furious  words 
flowed  from  his  lips.  Mike  looked  at  him 
in  bewilderment. 

"I  don't  get  the  hang  of  this,"  he  said 

j  "You  don't?"  stormed  Johnny.  "Well, 
'I'm  talking  about  the  guys  you  were  sup- 
posed to  write  about,  to  let  people  know 
about— the  little  guys,  the  U.  S.  A.,  the 
guys  you  ate  with,  drank  with  and 
laughed  with,  last  night.  The  guys  you 
sold  out  this  morning!  The  guys  with 
the  cans  tied  to  their  tails!" 

"Cans?"  repeated  Mike  dully.  "You 
were  fired  this  morning?" 

"Yeah,"  answered  Johnny  hotly,  "me 
and  twelve  other  guys  that  used  their 
Itrucks  to  go  to  the  dance  in.   And  my 


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opinion  of  anybody  who  sells  out 
friends  for  a  skirt  .  .  ."   With  an  elo- 
quent look  at  Mike's  surroundings  anc 
attire,  he  turned  and  left. 

Numbly,  Mike  finished  dressing.  Mrs 
Drew  and  Stephen  Pettingill  founc 
him  just  as  he  was  leaving.  Still  thinking 
him  to  be  a  millionaire  from  the  West 
Stephen  told  him  frankly  that  he  needed 
a  thirty  thousand  dollar  loan  in  order  to 
reopen  his  father's  steel  mill.  He  had 
p>osed  as  a  wealthy  man  in  order  to  win 
■Vivian,  whom  he  loved  deeply  and  who 
now  returned  his  love,  but  none  of  the 
family  dared  to  ask  Margaret  for  the 

"You'll  employ  truck  drivers  in  this 
mill  of  yours,  won't  you?"  Mike  asked. 

"Yes,  but  you  can't  employ  men  in  a 
closed  mill,"  Stephen  pointed  out. 

Grimly  Mike  made  out  a  check  for 
thirty  thousand  dollars.  He  patted  Mrs. 
Drew's  shoulder  as  he  handed  it  to  her. 

Margaret  met  him  at  her  office  with  a 
misty  smile.  On  her  desk  the  cup  from 
the  Dance  Contest  sparkled. 

"Thank  you  for  last  night,  Mike,"  she 
whispered.   "I'll  never  forget  it." 

"Neither  will  a  lot  of  others,"  he  replied 
bitterly,  tossing  the  release  on  the  desk 
"There's  your  release — signed — and  by 
my  own  name  this  time." 

"Why,  Mike,"  she  told  him  gently,  "you 
know  that  isn't  necessary." 

"Don't  you  think  you'd  better  read  it?' 
he  suggested  briefly. 

She  looked  at  the  figures  on  the  paper 

"I — I  don't  understand.  .  .  ." 
"It's  very  clear,"  he  snapped.  "Thirt\ 
thousand  dollars.  Money — the  stuff  the\ 
print  in  Washington." 

"You're  joking  .  .  ."  she  said  at  last 
"Where  do  I  find  the  cashier?  Our 
little  interlude  will  make  very  interesting 
telUng — among   the   boys   in   the  back 

Disbelief  mingled  with  pain  filled  her 
eyes  and  her  fingers  trembled  as  she 
flipped  up  the  dictaphone  key  and  ordered 
the  cashier  to  pay  Mr.  Holmes  thirty 
thousand  dollars. 

Margaret  moved  through  the  rest  of 
the  day  in  a  strange  mixture  of  heady 
dreams  and  sickening  reality.  In  the 
middle  of  a  conference,  all  she  could 
hear  was  Mike's  voice  in  her  ear,  mur- 
muring, 'You're  my  beautiful  baby.'  It 
wiped  out  the  figures  of  reports;  it 
drowned  the  words  sp>oken  by  directors. 
And  always  it  was  followed  by  the  de- 
risive echo:  "Sold  out  by  your  own 
love-sick  infatuation!"  Even  Dr.  Cassel 
couldn't  help  her  now. 

AT  home  that  night  on  her  way  into  a 
board  meeting  in  the  library,  she  met 
her  mother.  Tentatively  Mrs.  Drew  ap- 
proached her. 

"That  rich  man  from  the  West  you're 
merging  with  .  .  ."  she  began. 

"He's  no  rich  man  from  the  West. 
There's  no  merger.  There's  nothing," 
Margaret  answered  her  bitterly,  "but  a 
stupid  situation  which  Vivian  got  us  into 
— which  cost  us  thirty  thousand  dollars.'' 
She  swept  into  the  library  and  Mrs. 
Drew  gazed  after  her,  realization  dawn- 
ing at  the  mention  of  thirty  thousand 
dollars.  With  sudden  determination  she 
followed  Margaret  into  the  meeting. 

"Mother,"  Margaret  said  sharply,  "I 
must  ask  you  to  leave." 

"You  can't."  replied  Mrs.  Drew  calmly. 
"I'm  a  stockholder  and  I  can  sit  in  here 
and  find  out  just  how  my  business  is 
being  run." 

"Are  you  ill.  Mother?"  demanded  Mar- 
garet in  desperation.  "I've  been  able  to 
i  run   the  business  to  everybody's  satis- 
I  faction  before  this." 


PHOTOPL.AY  coinbitied  irith  movie  mirror 

"I  don't  know  if  you're  capable,  Mar- 
garet. After  all,  a  woman  who  loves  a 
man  and  can't  trap  him  is.  .  .  ." 

"Mother!  As  a  stockholder,  I  can't  pre- 
vent you  from  being  here,  but  I  can 
insist  that  you  confine  yourself  to  the 
business  of  the  day." 

"The  business  of  the  day,  Margaret! 
The  business  of  love  is  always  a  woman's 
business,  day  and  night.  Now  this 
Michael  .  .  .  ." 

"I  don't  want  his  name  mentioned  in 
this  house,"  Margaret  tried  to  order 

"It's  being  mentioned  every  time  your 
heart  beats,"  Mrs.  Drew  answered  softly. 
"Listen  to  it,  Margaret — it's  saying  'Mike, 
Mike,  Mike'  .  .  .  ." 

"But  didn't  he  know  I'd  reinstated  the 
men?"  Margaret  cried  in  defense.  "Didn't 
he  know  they  were  discharged  against  my 
wishes?  Didn't  he  know  I  was  giving 
Johnny  an  increase?    Didn't  he  .  .  .  ." 

"Go  ask  him,  Margaret,"  interrupted 
her  mother. 

Margaret  flung  her  arms  about  Mrs. 
Drew.  "So  you're  silly  and  stupid!"  she 
exclaimed.  "Why,  you're  as  wise  as  the 
ages,  darling — I'm  the  dope!"  Without 
further  waste  of  time,  she  set  off  on  a 
run  to  find  Mike. 

BUT  Mike  was  nowhere  to  be  found. 
At  last  she  came  dejectedly  to  the 
garage  where  the  Drew  trucks  were 
roaring  into  the  street  and  told  the  fore- 
man she  wanted  to  talk  to  the  men.  His 
eyes  widening  in  surprise,  he  called  to 
them.  Sullenly  they  left  their  trucks 
and  gathered  in  the  center  of  the  floor. 

"I'm    looking    for    Michael  Holmes," 
Margaret  announced.  "He's  disappeared. 
The  men  were  silent. 
"Why   won't   you   answer   me?"  she 
begged.  "Why  won't  you  talk  to  me?" 

"We  talked  to  you  before,"  shouted  one 
of  the  drivers  belligerently,  "and  you 
know  what  happened  to  some  of  us!" 

"If  Johnny  and  the  others  hadn't  been 
employed  somewhere  else,  I'd  have  taken 
them  back,"  Margaret  insisted.  "You 
must  believe  me.  Where.'s  Mike?" 

The  drivers  faced  her  in  stony  silence. 
"I  know  you're  good,  loyal  friends  of 
Mike's — you're  proving  that.  And  you're 
proving  something  else — that  I  was 
wrong.  You're  everything  Mike  said  you 
were — warm,  brave,  honest  people.  I'm 
begging  you  to  tell  me  where  he  is!" 

The  silence  seemed  to  shout  at  her 
and  tears  came  to  her  eyes  then.  "I 
know  I'm  on  the  other  side  of  the  fence," 
she  said  honestly,  "but  is  love  some  sort 
of  emotion  that's  reserved  only  for  the 
proletariat?  I  love  Mike  Holmes  and  all 
your  ideas  of  class  distinction  aren't  go- 
ing to  keep  me  from  loving  him!  You 
may  not  tell  me  where  he  is  and  I  may 
never  see  him  again — but  I'll  love  him 
just  the  same,  in  spite  of  you  and  the 
New  Deal!" 

"Are  you  on  the  level?"  asked  one  of 
the  drivers  suspiciously. 

"What  do  you  want  me  to  do  to  prove 
it?"  she  cried  hysterically.  "Name  it — 
I'll  do  it.  .  .  ." 

The  driver  led  her  to  a  truck  and 
opened  the  rear  door.  "Get  in." 

She  hesitated.  "Why  can't  I  ride  up 

"We're  not  allowed  to  carry  riders. 
Get  in." 

She  crawled  into  the  rear  and  the 
liriver  slammed  the  door.  As  the  truck 
ground  slowly  out  of  the  garage  the  men 
•ooked  at  each  other  with  delight.  From 
-he  rear  of  the  truck  came  two  voices 
□lending  happily.  "Oh,  you  must've  been 
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What  I  Don't  Like  about 

(says  Nelson  Eddy) 

(Continued  from  page  54)  annoying  is 
the  way  she  can  dance  like  a  dream, 
which  means  the  studio  is  always  putting 
dance  sequences  into  our  pictures — when 
/  can't  dance  worth  anything!  There 
ought  to  be  a  law! 

And  the  way  she  never  says,  "I  told 
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THE  way  she  manages  to  conduct  all  of 
'  her  personal  business  between  scenes 
on  the  set,  so  that  when  she  goes  home  at 
night  she  can  relax.  While  me — I  burn 
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women  are  also  jolting  to  the  masculine 

And  the  way,  when  she  "blows"  a  line 
(which  I  must  say  she  seldom  does) ,  she 
merely  says  very  calmly,  "I  guess  we'll 
have  to  do  that  over  again."  When  I 
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And  the  entertaining  way  she  has  with 
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finally  gives  up,  saying  to  himself,  "That 
Eddy!  I  suppose  he  tries — but  give  me 
Miss  Jeanette  MacDonald!  There  is  a 
savvy  gal!" 

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What  I  Don't  Like  about 

(says  Jeanette  MacDonald) 

(Contmued  from  page  55)  me  wild  is 
the  way  he  is  always  on  time.  This  makes 
me,  one  who  has  been  known  to  be  tardy 
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And  the  way  he'll  come  around,  laugh- 
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the  joke  and  laugh,  too,  will  suddenly 
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And  the  way  he  can  go  off  to  a  football 
game  on  a  Saturday  afternoon  while  I 
have  to  stay  at  the  studio  for  fittings. 
And  how  he  always  stops  in  Wardrobe 
to  crow  over  me,  before  he  leaves. 

The  way  he  doesn't  say  anything  when 
he  sees  me  wearing  pink,  which  color  I 
know  he  doesn't  like,  but  just  maintains 
a  sort  of  pained  silence.  If  he  would  only 
say  something,  then  I  could  answer  back! 

And  the  way,  when  I  am  discussing  a 
book  I've  read,  he'll  look  down  at  me  and 
remark  with  exaggerated  surprise,  "Why 
Miss  MacDonald,  you  have  brains  as  well 
as  looks!" 

And  of  course,  there  is  the  easy,  breezy 
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them  all  kinds  of  interesting  things  to 
write  about  him,  while  I  never  seem  to 
think  of  anything  clever  to  say!  That 
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green  with  jealousy! 

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f  {Continued  jrom  page  58)  half-sister  of 
Alfred  Gwynne  Vanderbilt,  now  married 

'  to  Bob  Topping  and  thus  Sonja  Henie's 
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i.  sophisticate     of     sophisticates,  Marian 

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And  back  in  1935,  when  she  was  only 

ji  fifteen  years  old,  Ruth  MofEett,  daughter 

J  of  the  FHA  administrator,  learned  about 
love  from  the  rangy  Lothario  from  the 
plains  of  Texas. 

If  girls  had  sense  they'd  run  from 
Howard  as  from  a  typhoon.  But  girls 
don't  have  sense  where  men  are  con- 
cerned, esp>ecially  men  like  Howard. 

He  inherited  seventy-five  million  dol- 
lars from  his  father  when  he  was  nine- 
teen years  old.    But  he's  never  been  the 

,  proverbial  millionaire's  son,  satisfied  to 

"  live  in  lavish  indolence. 

':  "The  oil  drill  business  is  my  father's 
business,"  he  said.  "I  must  do  things  on 

,  my  own." 

^  At  twenty-one,  watching  a  dull  movie 
i  in  Dallas,  Texas,  he  declared:  "I  could 
make  a  better  picture  than  that!"  So 
have  we  all!  But  a  month  later  Howard 
was  in  Hollywood  organizing  his  film 

He  knew  nothing  about  making  pic- 
1  tures  and  he  said  so.    He  had  a  habit  of 
I  shrugging    his    shoulders    and  saying, 
■'What  do  you  think  I  should  do  here?" 
Hollywood  asked,  "Have  you  met  the 
chump  from  Texas?"    No  one  guessed 
Howard  was  the   boy   Jimmy  Stewart 
since  has  played  on  the  screen,  the  boy 
who's  simple  and  naive  on  the  surface 
I  but  shrewd  as  a  trap  underneath. 

[august,  1942 

His  first  production,  "Two  Arabian 
Knights,"  took  the  Motion  Picture  Aca- 
demy Award  for  1927.  His  second  pic- 
ture, "Hell's  Angels" — on  which  he  gam- 
bled two  million  dollars — made  screen 
history  and  turned  Jean  Harlow,  a  no- 
body whom  he  was  ridiculed  for  starring 
and  placing  under  a  long-term  contract, 
into  a  screen  sensation.  Then  he  dared 
make  gangster  pictures.  He  brought  Paul 
Muni  to  the  screen.    Pat  O'Brien  too. 

It  remains  to  be  seen,  after  a  long 
holiday  from  picture-making,  if  he'll 
come  through  brilliantly  again  with  "The 
Outlaw"  and  hatch  another  star  in  Jane 

\A/ORK  and  romance  are  two  things 
'  '  Howard  likes  to  keep  separate.  He 
isn't  likely  to  have  a  personal  interest  in 
a  girl  who  works  in  his  pictures.  Says 
Jane  Russell,  who  admires  him  tre- 
mendously but  impersonally: 

"I  expected  a  man  with  Mr.  Hughes's 
money  and  fame  to  be  ritzy.  But  he  isn't. 
He  pays  no  attention  to  the  way  he  looks. 
He  used  to  wear  old  white  flannels  to 
the  studios  and  a  shiny  blue  suit  with 
a  hole  in  it. 

"He  has  more  patience  and  energy  than 
anyone  I've  ever  known.  On  a  shot  where 
I  kiss  right  into  the  camera  he  had  a 
definite  idea  about  what  he  wanted.  We 
worked  on  that  shot  for  three  days.  And 
lots  of  times  when  we  all  left  the  studio 
exhausted  he  would  go  over  to  his  Glen- 
dale  factory  to  work  on  a  plane." 

Motion  pictures  aren't  Howard's  major 
interest.  Airplanes  are.  In  ships  made 
by  the  Hughes  Aircraft  Company,  the 
construction  of  which  he  supervises  to  the 
least  detail,  he's  broken  speed  records, 

pioneered  through  the  stratosphere,  won 
the  Harmon  Medal  for  his  contributions 
to  scientific  flying  and  encircled  the 

"He  has  considerable  genius,"  according 
to  Olivia  de  Havilland,  who  ought  to 
know,  "and  infinite  charm." 

Olivia  and  Howard  met  in  November, 
1938,  a  few  days  before  Thanksgiving.  She 
was  in  northern  California  on  location. 
As  a  plane  flies  she  was  about  an  hour 
from  her  mother  and  home  in  Saratoga. 
By  train  it  was  a  long  way  round. 

"Howard  Hughes  is  flying  up  this  after- 
noon," one  of  the  company  said.  "Why 
not  ask  him  to  fly  you  home?" 

High  color  rose  in  Olivia's  cheeks.  "I 
couldn't!  I  don't  know  him!  Besides, 
Howard  Hughes  has  many  more  impor- 
tant things  to  do  than  to  fly  me  home!" 

Howard  decided  otherwise. 

I N  the  same  hour  he  and  Olivia  met  they 
'  were  flying  over  California's  brown 
hills  and  fertile  valleys.  She  planned 
how  she  would  write  her  cousin,  Jeffry 
de  Havilland  of  the  de  Havilland  motor 
family  in  England,  all  about  it.  He'd 
been  none  too  impressed  with  her  star- 
dom, saying  only  it  must  be  a  great  lark. 
But  when  he  heard  Howard  Hughes  had 
flown  her  home  for  Thanksgiving  it  would 
be  different. 

Howard  marked  Olivia's  eyes  moist  and 
shining  as  morning  flowers  with  the  dew 
on  them.  He  marked  her  face,  delicately 
turned.  He  marked  her  mouth,  like  ripe 

A  few  months  earlier,  encircling  the 
earth  (while  Katharine  Hepburn  sat 
beside  her  radio,  day  and  night,  waiting 
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When    and   while    Howard    cares  he 
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The  Hughes-de  Havilland  romance  had 
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When  Howard  and  Olivia  went  out  to- 
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accustomed  to  the  speed  of  flight.  He 
would  think  he  were  riding  on  the  back 
of  a  snail  if  he  kept  the  pace  of  other  cars 
on  the  road.  Like  his  father  before  him, 
who  had  a  "fine  fund"  on  deposit  at  the 
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EVEN  if  the  photographers  had  discov- 
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isn't  likely  they  would  have  snapped 
them.  Howard  has  the  lens  boys  on  his 
side.  He  flies  them  wherever  they  want  to 
go.  Following  a  heavy  romance,  during 
which  they've  let  him  alone,  he  wines 
and  dines  them  at  the  Cocoanut  Grove. 
And,  taking  them  into  his  confidence,  he 
wins  them  over  completely.  "I  appreci- 
ate you  fellows  understanding  I'm  not 
a  playboy,  that  I'd  lose  standing  in  the 
oil  tool  business  if  I  were  photographed 
with  girls  at  night  clubs,"  he  tells  them. 

The  winter  Olivia  and  Howard  were 
seeing  each  other  she  was  working  in 
"Gone  With  The  Wind."  One  day,  lunch- 
ing with  her  in  her  bungalow  dressing 
room,  we  suggested  a  magazine  story 
telling  how  she  and  Howard  had  met  and 
what  they  meant  to  each  other. 

"Oh,  no,"  she  said.  "I'd  be  proud  to 
talk  about  Howard.  You  know  that!  But 
I  can't.  I  can't  risk  having  him  think 
I'm  using  him  for  publicity.  That  would 
hurt  him!" 

Olivia's  pale  brown  hair  was  caught  in 
a  snood.  She  wore  the  somber  grays  and 
garnets  of  "Melanie."  But  her  eyes  were 
starry  bright  and  her  voice  came  full  and 
quick.  Looking  at  her,  listening  to  her, 
you  knew  her  life  was  warm  with  love. 
Her  days  were  filled  with  satisfying  work 
while  she  created  one  of  the  loveliest  por- 
traits ever  given  to  the  screen.  And, 
her  work  done,  she  went  home  to  a  house 
filled  with  Howard's  flowers. 

THEN,  quicksilver  again,  Howard  was 
gone.  Business  took  him  to  New  York 
where  he  saw  Katharine  Hepburn  once 
more.  From  there  he  flew  south.  In 
Florida  he  was  seen  with  half  a  dozen 
beautiful  girls  in  half  a  dozen  famous 

It's  strange  Howard's  never  been  sued 
for  breach  of  promise  and  stranger  still 
that,  almost  always,  he  salvages  a  worth- 
while friendship  from  the  romantic  ruins. 
Other  Hollywood  wolves  would  like  to 
know  how  he  does  this.  They  shake  their 
heads  over  him,  individually  and  collec- 

Today  Howard  and  Olivia  are  the  most 
loyal  friends. 

When  she  was  ill  at  Santa  Fe  it  was  to 
Howard  she  telephoned.  "I  have  appen- 
dicitis," she  told  him.  "If  they  have  to 
operate — and  I  think  they  will — I'd  prefer 
to  be  home."  She  laughed,  that  warm, 
young  laugh.  "Some  of  the  nurses  here, 
Indians,  are  terrific  movie  fans.  I  wouldn't 
trust  them  not  to  snip  a  little  extra  piece 
for  a  souvenir.  Could  you  help  me  get 
a  plane  somehow,  Howard?  I've  tried  to 
charter  one  but  they're  all  grounded." 

"By  the  time  you  get  to  the  field  a 
plane  will  be  waiting,"  he  promised. 
Then,  "Be  sure  they  bundle  you  up  good 
and  warm,"  he  said. 

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cized for  being  a  "penny  pincher."  Olivia 
flew  to  his  defense.  "I've  known  him  to 
be  more  than  generous — often!"  she  told 
his  critics.  "I  remember  one  evening 
when  a  shabby  young  man  approached 
the  car  to  ask  for  help.  The  traffic  light 
turned.  We  had  to  go  on.  But  Howard 
drove  around  the  block,  parked — with 
some  difficulty — found  that  fellow  again, 
gave  him  five  dollars  and  promised  him 
work  at  the  factory. 

"And  you  must  admit,"  she  concluded, 
triumph  bright  in  her  eyes,  "that  Howard 
deserves  more  credit  for  doing  a  thing 
like  this  than  most  of  us  would.  A 
man  with  his  money  and  his  position  is 
approached  constantly  and  disillusioned 
many  times,  I'm  sure." 

HOWARD,  like  most  people,  is  uneven 
about  money.  Because  he's  as  rich  as 
he  is,  his  economies  seem  more  drastic 
and  his  extravagances  are  more  lavish. 
The  gifts  he  makes  girls  often  are  worth 
a  small  fortune.  He  has  paid  thousands  of 
dollars  for  an  experiment  on  an  engine  or 
certain  cloud  effects  for  a  pictui'e.  His 
Sikorsky  amphibian  plane,  which  seats 
twelve,  set  him  back  seventy-five  thou- 
sand dollars.  Without  grousing,  he 
dropp>ed  millions  in  the  failure  of  a  film 
laboratory  and  in  a  theater  deal.  But  he's 
perpetually  careful  about  little  expendi- 
tures, the  bets  he  makes  on  the  golf 
course,  the  tips  he  gives  waiters  and  taxi 
drivers.  He's  been  described  as  a  man 
who  would  argue  over  the  oil  in  the  tanks 
of  a  hundred-thousand-dollar  yacht.  He 
says  himself  he  cannot  bear  to  "fritter" 
money  away. 

Back  in  1929  Howard  met  and  fell  in 
love  with  Billie  Dove. 

He  was  twenty-five  years  old  then  and 
his  income  was  reputed  to  be  two  million 
dollars  a  year.  He  had  just  divorced  Ella 
Rice  Hughes,  the  Houston  debutante  he 
had  mari-ied  at  nineteen,  settling  one  mil- 
lion dollars  on  her. 

Billie  was  one  of  the  most  beautiful 
women  in  the  world.  For  the  benefit  of 
those  too  young  to  remember  her  on  the 
screen — no  one  who  saw  her  ever  would 
forget  her — she  had  soft  hazel  eyes,  a 
skin  with  the  rich  pallor  of  camellias, 
crisp  brown  hair  with  a  wide  swath  of 
gray  and  a  figure  warm  and  round. 

FOR  years  Billie  wore  Howard's  big 
blazing  diamond — on  the  right  finger 
but  the  wrong  hand,  incidentally.  For 
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cared  for  nothing  beyond  each  other's 
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marry  the  same  day  Howard's  lawyer  se- 
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The  Whispering  Chorus  whispered  that 
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A  woman  who's  been  part  of  Holly- 
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that  way  with  Katharine  and  Howard. 
Instantly  they  touched  the  springs  of 
each  other's  hearts  and  minds. 

Howard's  campaign  was  fervent.  If  he 
had  to  fly  to  California  for  a  few  days 
he  called  Katharine,  in  New  York  or 
Connecticut,  on  the  phone  and  talked  for 
hours.  He  sent  her  yellow  roses,  three 
and  four  and  five  dozen  at  a  time,  every 
day.  There  never  was  a  card  but  always 
when  Katharine  opened  the  box  her  fine 
lean  face  would  glow. 

SHE  never  pretended  to  herself  or  any- 
one else  that  she  and  Howard  were 
"just  friends."  Once,  when  she  was  asked 
what  she  would  do  if  Howard  ran  around 
with  other  girls  after  they  were  married, 
she  said  calmly,  "I'd  kill  him!" 

When  she  played  "Jane  Eyre"  in  Chi- 
cago Howard  was  with  her.  Her  com- 
pany believed  the  thirty-five  thousand 
dollar  string  of  pearls  with  an  emerald 
clasp  carved  with  K  that  he  gave  her 
was  a  wedding  present.  An  announce- 
ment was  expected  momentarily.  The 
press  waited  at  their  hotel,  at  the  theater 
and  at  the  license  bureau.  Her  mother 
and  sister  arrived  from  Connecticut. 

Katharine  issued  a  statement.  It  read: 
"Miss  Hepburn  will  not  marry  Mr. 
Hughes  in  Chicago  today." 

Likely  she  and  Howard  had  one  of  their 
wild  quarrels.  It  may  have  begun  over 
such  a  simple  thing  as  an  inadequate  tip 
that  he  left  on  the  table.  Or  perhaps  he 
took  advantage  of  this  romantic  moment 
to  win  the  promise  he  always  sought — 
that  she  wouldn't  fly  any  more.  Her 
flying  made  him  angry.  He  flies  care- 
fully, scientifically.  When  he  steps  out 
of  a  plane  after  taking  a  new  record  he 
has  notes  on  such  things  as  engine  head 
temperatures  at  various  altitudes  and 
speeds.  Katharine,  on  the  other  hand, 
takes  off,  hair  flying,  on  an  impulse.  Ac- 
cording to  Howard's  standards  she's  reck- 
less. And  in  this  case  his  standards  are 
probably  right. 

WHATEVER  happened  their  love  grew 
no  less.  "Jane  Eyre"  closed  and 
Katharine's  voice  troubled  her,  as  it  often 
does  when  she  gets  overtired.  Howard  in- 
sisted upon  a  holiday.  They  ' cruised  the 
Caribbean  on  George  Baker's  beautiful 
yacht  "The  Viking."  Months  earlier  they 
had  inspected  this  yacht  at  New  London. 
It  may  be  they  had  thought  this  southern 
holiday  would  be  a  honeymoon. 

A  sea  plane  went  with  them.  They 
flew  through  the  soft  air  and  the  soft 
light  of  the  tropics.  They  flew  over  the 
deep  blue  sea  and  the  dark  green  islands. 
They  flew  into  the  morning  and  into  the 
evening.  And  every  sight  and  thought 
were  shared  and  so  became  more  beau- 
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That  was  the  summer  Howard  talked 
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That  was  the  summer  "Stage  Door" 
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It  was  a  few  days  later  that  Katharme 
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from  the  speeches  and  the  ticker  tape 
and  confetti.  And  in  the  green  shine  of 
her  eyes  he  again  tasted  his  triumph. 

Katharine  and  Howard  became  adept 
at  dodging  crowds  and  reporters  and 
cameramen.  They  used  to  peer  out  of  a 
car  door  cautiously  and,  if  they  were 
discovered,  pull  in  their  heads,  slam  the 
door  and  beseech  the  driver  to  make 
time — in  any  direction.  Following  How- 
ard's flight,  however,  the  press  and  the 
crowds  were  too  much  for  them. 

One  night  the  kitchen  staff  of  a  famous 
New  York  restaurant  watched  a  waiter 
lay  a  table  for  two  in  the  kitchen,  set  out 
the  finest  linen,  china,  crystal  and  silver. 
Their  mouths  gaped.  Then,  through  the 
rear  door,  came  Katharine  and  Howard, 
breathless  from  their  mad  dash  through 
the  alley. 

"No  more  touring  the  city  for  a  restau- 
rant where  we  won't  be  mobbed — then 
home,  in  despair,  for  milk  and  scrambled 
eggs!"  That  was  the  essence  of  Katha- 
rine's edict.  And  the  fantastic  dinner  in 
the  restaurant  kitchen— for  which  the 
chef  outdid  himself — was  the  result. 

Beyond  the  kitchen  wall  that  night  the 
band  played.  Men  and  women  who  knew 
Katharine  and  Howard  well  swayed  to 
the  music  and  dined  at  the  tables,  all 
unsuspecting.  A  couple  of  reporters  and 
a  cameraman  seated  at  the  bar  stopped 
the  host,  hurrying  kitchenwards  with  a 
special  bottle  of  champagne.  "Think 
Howard  and  his  Katie  will  be  in?"  one  of 
them  asked.  The  host  shook  his  head. 
"I  don't  think  you'll  see  them  tonight,"  he 
said.   "I  have  an  idea  they're  in  hiding." 

The  end  of  this  romance  came  soon. 
But  a  large,  silver-framed  photograph  of 
a  bewhiskered  Howard,  taken  directly  he 
landed,  which  has  long  occupied  a  place 
of  honor  in  Katharine's  city  living  room, 
would  indicate  this  particular  time  holds 
no  unhappy  aura  for  her,  that  it  was  good 
while  it  lasted,  even  unto  the  end. 

No  one  really  knows  when  things  be- 
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probably  not  even  Howard  and  Katha- 
rine. Such  things  are  so  gradual  as  to 
be  imperceptible.  We  know,  however, 
that  the  song  was  over  for  Howard  a  few 
months  later  because  it  was  that  Novem- 
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the  melody  seems  to  have  lingered  on. 
That  December,  admiring  a  handsome 
new  overcoat  Joseph  Cotten,  who  played 
with  her  in  "The  Philadelphia  Story," 
was  wearing,  Katharine  asked: 

"Who's  your  fine  tailor,  Joe?  1  want 
to  order  a  coat  like  that  for  Howard's 

The  Hollywood  wolves  come  and  go. 
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studio  executives  whose  names  mean 
little  outside  the  film  colony  and,  also, 
Reginald  Gardiner,  Errol  Flynn,  John 
Conti,  Bruce  Cabot,  Vic  Mature  and,  of 
course,  Howard  Robard  Hughes,  perenni- 
ally Hollywood's  secret  heartbreaker. 
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She  was  a  lady. 

Next,  she  did  herself  in  by  the  very 
perfection  of  her  portrayal  of  Mrs.  Chips. 
The  artist  in  her  made  her  appear  ten 
years  beyond  her  own  age,  ten  pounds 
heavier  and  ten  tons  more  settled  than 
she  will  ever  be,  even  in  her  tomb.  She 
was  much  more  her  own  self  in  "Remem- 
ber?" but  that  was  so  bad  nobody  ever 
saw  it,  so  she  played  a  dated  though 
delightful  lady  in  "Pride  And  Prejudice" 
and  then  the  gentle,  wonderful  but  none- 

(Continued  jrom  page  4)  that  I  knew 
every  line  of  his  head,  the  set  of  his 
shoulders,  the  very  way  he  moves  or 
breathes  .  .  .  and  there  I  stood,  seeing  a 
thousand  or  more  men,  all  of  whom  I 
thought  were  Bill.  I  rushed  up  to  this 
one  and  that,  crying  his  name  and  hav- 
ing them  turn  around  and  be  Tom,  Dick 
and  Harry.  I  began  to  believe  I'd  never 
find  Bill,  worked  myself  up  into  a  good 
stage  of  thinking  I  might  never  see  him 
again.  Then  just  as  the  gate  opened  and 
the  boys  began  marching  through  it,  I 
heard  his  voice,  calling  me,  and  in  an- 
other instant  he  was  beside  me.  We  only 
had  a  second  or  so  together  but  at  least 
we  said  good-by.  .  .  ." 

I  can  tell  you,  too,  the  story  of  an- 
other girl  star,  who,  when  her  actor  hus- 
band went  to  war,  simply  couldn't  keep 
on  living  in  the  style  to  which  their  two 
salaries  had  accustomed  her  .  .  .  did  she 
act  like  the  old  Hollywood  ...  go  into 
debt  to  keep  up  a  phony  appearance  .  .  . 
not  at  all  .  .  .  she  moved,  but  she  did  it 
with  typical  laughter  .  .  .  she  sold  her 
Brentwood  mansion,  moved  to  a  tiny 
rented  place  in  Hollywood  .  .  .  when  she 
takes  you  there,  she  grins,  paraphrases 
the  crack  I  made  further  back  and  says, 
"Only  four  rooms  and  a  bath  but  I  call 
it  lousy"  .  .  .  she  never  mentions  that 
$50,000  that  she  put  in  War  Bonds.  .  .  . 

Or  you  can  take  the  story  of  Claud- 
ette  Colbert  who  went  out  with  the 
Victory  show  .  .  .  that  was  two  solid 
weeks  of  one-night  stands,  rehearsing  by 
day,  performing  matinee  and  night,  trav- 
eling steadily,  without  enough  sleep  or 
good  food  or  rest  of  any  sort  .  .  .  Colbert, 
the    hothouse    plant,    who    always  has 

theless  sedate  Mrs.  Gladney  in  "Blossoms 
In  The  Dust."  Mr.  Thau  kept  right  on 
calling.  If  Greer  had  been  a  different  type 
of  girl  she  would  have  put  her  career 
ahead  of  her  heart.  Being  married  to  the 
right  executive  is  a  very  quick  road  to 
the  right  casting. 

It's  all  of  a  piece  that  she  should  even 
have  to  be  playing  Richard  Ney's  mother 
in  "Mrs.  Miniver." 

However,  that  actor  had  observant  eyes 
and  a  sensitive  imagination.  Benny  Thau 
also  possesses  those  qualities,  but  Ney 
had  one  important  commodity  Thau 
lacked.  Ney  had  leisure.  He  had  the  time 
to  court  a  lovely  lady  with  all  the  charm, 
the  devotion,  the  romance  and  the  roses 
a  lovely  lady  deserves. 

ON  the  first  date  they  had  together, 
Greer  and  Richard  went  dancing. 
Greer  is  a  tall  girl,  but  Richard  Ney  is 
taller,  while  Benny  Thau  is  definitely 
short.  Greer  loves  dancing  and  Ney 
dances  more  smoothly  than  Cesar  Ro- 
mero. Greer  adores  food  and  Ney  knows 
how  to  order  a  perfect  dinner  and  he 
always  has  plenty  of  time  to  eat  it,  once 
it  is  served.  Greer  loves  books  and  so 
does  Richard  Ney. 

Of  course,  when  the  news  of  their 
dating  first  got  out — and  naturally  it 
spread  around  the  film  colony  with  a 
speed  that  makes  wildfire  look  sluggish 
as  a  river  of  oatmeal — there  was  a  lot  of 
official  denial.  There  was  much  pooh- 
poohing  from  the  studio,  some  mUd 
pooh-poohing  from  the  Garson  house- 
hold, not  a  bit  of  pooh-jK)ohing  from  Mr. 
Ney.  At  first  most  of  their  dates  were  at 
Greer's  house,  sitting  in  Greer's  brilliant 
little  drawing  room,  chap)eroned  by 
Greer's  charming  mother.  But  lately  they 

Close  Dps  and  Long  Shots 

something  the  matter  with  her,  shrugs 
the  tour  off  .  .  .  her  husband.  Dr.  Press- 
man, has  long  been  stationed  in  Pensa- 
cola,  Florida,  and  as  soon  as  he  gets  the 
chance  will  go  out  as  a  flight  surgeon, 
one  of  the  most  dangerous  of  all  posts.  . . . 
"I  guess  that  tour  will  show  Jack  I 


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have  been  going  out  more  and  more  to 
dance  and  dine,  even  though  they  are 
still  asking  the  photographers  please  not 
to  snap  them  together. 

Your  guess  is  as  good  as  Hollywood's 
as  to  whether  or  not  it  will  lead  to  mar- 
riage. There  are  even  some  bold  souls 
who  say  they  are  already  secretly  wed. 
In  any  event,  it  isn't,  in  Hollywood,  a 
"popular"  romance  as  was  the  romance 
of  Carole  and  Clark  Gable,  or  that  of 
George  Brent  and  Ann  Sheridcin. 

If  they  do  wed,  it  will  be  a  union 
hedged  about  by  all  the  typical  Holly- 
wood handicaps.  Dick  Ney's  salary  prob- 
ably isn't  a  tenth  of  Greer's  salary.  His 
im  portance  isn't  a  twentieth  of  hers. 
Probably  he  would  always  be  "Mr.  Gar- 

That  setup,  however,  didn't  ruin  the 
blissful  MacDonald-Raymond  marriage, 
which  was  another  "unpopular  romance." 
The  reverse  of  it  didn't  spoil  the  joyous 
Power-Annabella  mating  and  the  film 
colony  didn't  go  for  that  one,  either.  The 
Bill  Powells  are  still  happy  as  spring 
larks,  despite  all  the  tragedies  that  were 
predicted  for  them,  while  the  absolutely 
approved  perfect  combine  of  Myrna  Loy 
and  Arthur  Hornblow  is  dust  on  the 
Reno  records. 

So  maybe  Greer  and  Richard  wiU  wed 
and  live  happily  forever  after.  Maybe 
they  won't.  They  are  moody  souls,  each 
of  them,  and  their  romance  might  evapto- 
rate  with  all  the  swiftness  that  charac- 
terized its  inception.  But  regardless  of  the 
future,  they  are  ecstatically,  madly  happy 
right  now. 

And  right  now,  as  you  perfectly  well 
know,  is  very  important  right  now. 
The  End 

can  work  just  as  hard  for  this  country 
as  he  can,"  she  says.  Then  she  grins. 
"For  two  weeks  I  can,  that  is." 

ANNA  NEAGLE,  just  returned  by 
convoy  from  England  to  show  her 
"They  Flew  Alone"  which  she  made 
in  London  and  then  to  go  on  to 
Canada  to  do  a  tour  of  the  Canadian 
Army  camps,  told  me  that  the  British 
Government  feels  that  amusement  is  the 
greatest  of  morale  builders  .  .  .  the  Brit- 
ish have  marvelous,  even  if  different, 
senses  of  humor  than  ours  .  .  .  but  some- 
how, I  can't  believe  that  anj'one  save 
Americans,  and  Americans  in  Hollywood, 
at  that,  would  think  to  make  a  short 
about  how  to  shoot  a  gun  a  funny 
picture.  .  .  . 

This  happens  at  Disney's  .  .  .  Dis- 
ney, the  immortal  cartoon-maker,  was 
given  orders  to  do  a  training  short  about 
a  certain  kind  of  gun  .  .  .  you'd  think 
that  would  be  as  dry  as  ancient  Latin 
.  .  .  but  no  .  .  .  there  are  the  facts  about 
the  gun,  in  cartoons  .  .  .  there  are  the 
instructions  .  .  .  but  along  with  them, 
there  are  laughs  .  .  .  many  laughs  and 
long  laughs.  .  .  . 

That  humor  is  the  American  way, 
Hollywood  version  .  .  .  and  let's  be  so 
thankful  that  our  Government  recognizes 
the  benison  of  laughter,  given  not  only 
to  its  young  service  men,  but  to  us  at 
home  facing  loneliness  and  rationing  and 
uncertain  news  ...  as  a  matter  of  fact, 
if  we  all  were  to  buy  one  war  stamp  for 
every  laugh  Hollywood  gives  us.  we'd  all 
be  doing  a  very  neat  thing  for  ourselves, 
for  Hollywood  and  for  these  United 
States.  .  .  . 


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It's  About:  The  part  played  by  an  aircraft 
carrier  in  the  recent  naval  battles. 

ENGLISH- MADE,  this  rather  trite  story 
expresses  the  importance  of  aircraft 
carriers  in  battles.  Of  course,  the  story 
has  the  usual  heel  who  is  discharged 
from  the  R.A.F.  and  eventually  becomes 
a  hero  by  blowing  up  a  dam  near  Greece. 

Seems  as  if  the  bravery  of  our  boys  in 
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on  the  screen  as  well,  or  so  the  audience 
seemed  to  feel,  judging  by  their  remarks 

The  cast  is  all  English  and  features 
Leslie  Banks,  John  Clements  and  Jane 

The  photography  is  remarkable  and 
worthy  of  great  applause. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:     Fair  war  stuff. 

The  Mad  Martindales 
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It's  About:  A  younger  sister  who  takes 
over  her  big  sister's  bean. 

lANE  WITHERS'  swan  song  at 
J  Twentieth  Century-Fox,  the  studio 
that  started  her  off  to  fame  and  fortune, 
develops  into  a  blue  melody  with  verses 
of  hokum  and  a  chorus  of  wails.  Jane 
should  have  better  material  and,  thank 
goodness,  has  taken  a  step  toward  get- 
ting it. 

In  this  one,  Jane   attempts   to  cap- 

The  Shadow  Stage 

(Continued  from  page  18) 

ture  her  older  sister's  (Marjorie  Wea- 
ver's) rich  beau,  to  the  distress  of  her 
young  suitor  Jimmy  Lydon.  Alan  Mow- 
bray as  her  daffy  daddy  is  just  that. 
Byron  Barr  as  the  wealthy  young  ob- 
ject of  Jane's  affection  is  fair. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Now  let  s  have  no 
more  such  as  this,  please. 

Blondie's  Blessed  Event 

It's  About:  The  Bumpsteads  have  a  baby 

T  HE  screen  Bumpsteads  keep  apace 
'  with  Chic  Young's  newspaper  comic 
strip  and  become  the  parents  of  baby 


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girl  Cookie.    What  a  darling  she  is! 

Penny  Singleton  as  Blondie  arranges 
with  Mr.  Dithers,  her  husband's  boss,  to 
keep  Dagwood,  Arthur  Lake,  out  of  town 
until  after  the  blessed  event.  Outside 
of  the  newcomer  there  isn't  much  to 
talk  about. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Not  quite  up  to  the 

The  Falcon  Takes  Over 

It's  About:  An  amateur  detective  who 
solves  a  murder  in  self-defense. 

"yOU'RE  an  old  smoothie"  could  well 
'  be  directed  at  the  popular  screen 
sleuth,  George  Sanders,  who  has  his  own 
peculiar  talents  for  unearthing  murder- 
ers; this  time  one  Moose  Malloy,  played 
by  Ward  Bond. 

Lynn  Bari  is  the  gal  who  catches  the 
Sanders  eye.  James  Gleason,  Edward 
Gargan  and  Allen  Jenkins  are  good  peo- 
ple to  have  in  any  show. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:    Well  done. 

A  Close  Call  For  Ellery  Queen 

It's  About:  The  clever  detective  who  is 
dismissed  from  a  case  before  the  murders 

\A/ILLIAM  GARGAN  takes  over  the 
role    of    Ellery    Queen,  detective, 
formerly  played  by  Ralph  Bellamy  and 


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irritant  as  PHILIP  MORRIS^ 

And  this  irritation  — from  the 
other  four  —  lasted  more  than  five 
times  as  long! 

Sure,  you  inhale.  All  smokers  do.  So— 
be  sure  about  your  cigarette! 

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AUGUST,  1942 



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does  a  grand  job.  In  the  story  Gargan 
takes  himself  off  to  the  lodge  of  a  rich 
man,  Ralph  Morgan  (who  is  housing 
two  odd  characters),  to  discover  Mor- 
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Margaret  Lindsay,  Gargan's  secretary, 
impersonates  the  missing  daughter  and 
then  the  fun  starts — more  people  are 

Kay  Linaker,  Charles  Judels  and 
Charles  Grapewin  play  important  cogs  in 
the  wheels  within  wheels. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Fair    mystery  stuff. 

Meet  The  Stewarts  (Columbia) 

it's  About:  The  attempts  of  a  bride  to  live 
on  a  budget. 

IXIND  of  warm  and  cozy  is  this  story  of 
a  poor  boy,  William  Holden,  who 
marries  a  rich  girl,  Frances  Dee,  and,  as 
a  result,  experiences  all  sorts  of  laugh- 
able (to  us)  situations.  To  the  bride  and 
groom,  the  little  things  that  seem  so 
comical  to  us  become  mountains  of  woe, 
which  only  adds  to  our  sadistic  amuse- 

If  Columbia  reckoned  on  making  this 
as  a  serial,  they  have  something  here, 
for  people  all  about  us  giggled  and  guf- 
fawed at  the  antics  of  this  bridal  pair. 
But  with  William  Holden  in  the  Army, 
we're  wondering  about  the  future  fate 
of  the  Stewarts. 

At  any  rate,  we  can  enjoy  this  one 
from  its  opening  sequence,  a  titter-pro- 
voker,  with  Holden  actually  and  literally 
up  a  tree,  through  its  moments  of  tragedy 
(to  the  young  people)  when  they  attempt 
a  dinner  for  the  in-laws  to  its  very 
satisfactory  conclusion. 

Frances  Dee  makes  a  lovely  bride. 
Holden,  as  always,  gives  a  sincere  and 
polished  performance,  while  the  rest  of 
the  cast,  including  Grant  Mitchell,  Mar- 
jorie  Gateson  and  Anne  Revere  (there's 
a  one),  add  special  bits  and  highlights. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Pleasant  people  to 
visit  of  an  evening. 

Mexican  Spitfire  Sees  A  Ghost 

It's  About:  An  impersonation  that  ends 
ill  a  riot. 

I  T'S  Lupe  Velez  again,  with  Leon  Errol 
'  impersonating  the  now  renowned  Lord 
Epping.  When  the  real  Lord  Epping  re- 
turns from  a  moose  hunt  you  can  imagine 
the  zaney  goings-on.  Buddy  Rogers  is 
the  handsome  husband  of  Lupe,  who  does 
her  stuff  to  perfection. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Loud,  noisy  and 
sometimes  funny. 

Remember  Pearl  Harbor 

it's  About:  An  irascible  soldier  who  t^irns 

THE  best  thing  about  this  picture  is  the 
'  title,  although  there  are  moments  of 
timely  interest  and  drama.  Don  Barry, 
Republic's  redheaded  cowboy,  leaps 
down  from  his  horse  to  play  the  straight 
dramatic  lead  of  the  irresponsible  soldier 
who  neglects  his  duty,  thereby  causing 
the  death  of  his  pal,  Maynard  Holmes. 
Later,  of  course,  Red  sees  the  error  of  his 

ways  and  sacrifices  his  life  by  diving  a 
bombing  plane  into  a  Japanese  battleship. 
It's  the  old,  old  Army  formula,  it  seems.  1 

Fay  McKenzie  as  Holmes's  sister  is 
pretty  and  adequate.  Alan  Curtis  as  a  pal 
of  Red's  is  good,  but  it's  really  the  dra- 
matic news  flashes  and  timely  inserts 
that  keep  the  story  alive  and  interesting. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Interestingly  timely. 

Escape  From  Hong  Kong 

It's  About:  A  secret  service  agent  knee- 
deep  in  foreign  spies. 

VOU  never  saw  such  a  mixup  of  "Is  she 
'  a  spy?"  or  "Isn"t  she  a  spy?"  as  Mar- 
jorie  Lord  goes  through  so  that  Universal 
can  make  a  movie.  Fake  British  officers, 
Japanese  agents  and  three  American 
cowboys,  Andy  Devine.  Leo  Carrillo  and 
Don  Terry,  mix  it  up  in  a  free-for-all 
before  the  bombing  of  Hong  Kong.  The 
cowboys,  incidentally,  have  been  putting 
on  a  sharp-shooting  act  in  Oriental 
theaters  when  Miss  Lord  finds  herself 
between  the  devil  (a  German  posing  as 
a  Briton)  and  the  deep  sea  full  of  Japs. 
From  then  on  in  the  bullets  fly  thicker 
than  the  swallows  down  at  Capistrano. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:  Peppy  as  all  get  out. 

Henry  And  Dizzy  (Paramount) 

It's  About:  The  attempts  of  Henry  Aid- 
rich  to  replace  a  wrecked  motorhoat. 

JIMMY  LYDON  is  the  new  Henry 
Aldrich  who  finds  himself  in  very  deep 
water.  And  we  mean  deep  water  when  a 
borrowed  motorboat  is  wrecked  by 
Henry  and  must  be  replaced.  The  futile 
struggle  of  Henry  and  his  pal  Dizzy 
(Charles  Smith)  to  earn  enough  money 
to  replace  the  boat  forms  the  basis  of 
the  story.  How  the  boat  is  eventually  re- 
placed is  rather  cute.  Mary  Anderson  is 
the  pretty  girl. 

Your  Reviewer  Says:    Not    up    to    the  old 


Sunday  Punch  (M-G-M) 

It's  About:  Jealousy  among  prizefighters. 

C  VERYTHING  is  going  along  fine  at  the 
old  boardinghouse  for  prizefighters 
run  by  Connie  Gilchrist  until  her  beauti- 
ful daughter  Jean  Rogers  returns  from  a 
theatrical  tour.  And  then  thump-thump- 
thump  go  all  the  masculine  hearts,  from 
Olaf.  the  janitor,  played  well  by  Dan 
Dailey  Jr..  to  William  Lundigan.  the  col- 
lege lad  who  actually  captures  Jean's 

The  title'?  Oh.  yes.  a  Sunday  Punch  is 
a  punch  that  packs  sufficient  wallop  to 
land  a  man  in  dreamland.  The  big  fight 
that  climaxes  the  little  yarn  is  a  real 

Your  Reviewer  Says:    Only    if    you  enjoy 

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more  happily  in  love.  If  you  think  that 
all  actors  talk  nothing  but  "I,"  you  should 
have  heard  this  one.  He  never  said  "I." 
He  only  said  "Alice." 

"Alice  had  a  tough  time  of  it,"  he  said. 

"Alice  wanted  a  girl,"  he  said. 

"Alice  was  so  wonderful  all  the  time 
the  baby  was  coining,"  he  said. 

"She  has  to  be  Junior,"  he  said.  "Alice 
Faye  Jr.  Isn't  that  a  wonderful  name? 
Think  of  having  everybody  know  her 
mother  was  Alice  Fay.  What  a  break 
for  a  kid." 

"It's  not  so  bad  to  be  known  as  Phil 
Harris's  daughter,  either,"  we  said. 

"Aw,  that's  nothing,"  said  Phil  and  he 
wasn't  kidding.  He  honestly  feels  that  he 
is  just  a  guy  but  Alice  is  a  queen  and 
Alice  Jr.  is  a  princess. 

Phil  wanted  a  girl  for  two  reasons.  He 
hoped  a  girl  would  look  exactly  like  this 
wife  he  adores;  and  besides  he  has  a  son 
by  his  former  marriage,  a  lad  now  seven 
years  old,  who  lives  with  them. 

"Until  I  was  married  to  Alice,  I  didn't 
know  that  a  man  could  have  fun  with  his 
wife,"  Phil  said.  "I  always  thought  if 
you  wanted  laughs,  you  had  to  go  out 
with  a  gang  of  fellows.  When  I  was 
married  the  first  time,  I  was  always  going 
out  with  a  mob  of  men,  carrying  on  all 
night.  I've  been  in  night  clubs  all  my 
life,  so  whether  a  place  has  sawdust  on 
the  floor  or  chromium  on  the  doors  makes 
no  matter  to  me.  Most  women  don't 
understand  that.  They  want  to  go  where 
the  glitter  is.  But  not  Alice.  She  just 
wants  to  go  where  you  want  to  go.  If 
you  want  to  play  cards,  she'd  sit  in  on 
the  game  for  hours.  So  what  happens? 
Most  of  the  nights  we  just  stay  home, 
doing  nothing,  having  a  wonderful  time 
just  because  we're  alone  together. 

\A/HEN  she  knew  she  was  going  to 
" '  have  the  baby,  she  was  the  most 
sensible  girl  you  ever  knew.  She  just  quit 
the  screen  cold.  No  business  of  hanging 
around  to  get  another  picture  in  and 
thereby  maybe  endangering  hers  and  the 
baby's  health.  No,  siree,  not  Alice.  You 
should  have  seen  us  all  those  nights,  sit- 
ting there,  each  drinking  a  quart  of  milk, 
Alice  because  the  doctor  ordered  her  to, 
me  because  she  was  drinking  it. 

"At  first  we  hof>ed  the  baby  would  get 
here  on  Alice's  birthday.  May  fifth. 
Then  we  hoped  she'd  arrive  on  our  first 
wedding  anniversary,  but  she  was  late, 
finally  arriving  on  May  twentieth,  and 
did  Alice  have  a  rotten  time.  The  night 
they  decided  to  operate,  I  told  her  I  was 
going  to  stay  right  beside  her  and  hold 
her  hand  and  I  did,  too.  Somehow  I 
wasn't  frightened,  even  for  Alice,  and  it 
was  the  most  terrific  experience  I've 
known,  seeing  my  own  daughter  born, 
seeing  them  breathe  life  into  her,  hearing 
that  first  little  cry  she  gave. 

"You  know  how  sentimental  Alice  is. 
She's  superstitious,  too.  When  all  those 
presents  kept  arriving,  she'd  open  them 
all  and  beam  over  them,  but  she  wouldn't 
touch  one  or  give  it  away.  She  felt  if 
she  did,  something  might  happen,  that 
we  might  even  get  a  boy.  All  along 
we've  been  furnishing  the  nursery 
in  our  house  in  Encino  and  for  Christmas 
I  gave  Alice  a  bassinette  I  found  in  one 
of  the  stores.  That's  got  everything  on 
it,  too,  except  a  mortgage  and  I  had  it 
done  in  both  pink  and  blue,  just  to  play 
safe.  Now  that  Alice  Junior's  here,  Alice 
is  planning  to  turn  all  those  dresses  and 
things  over  to  one  of  the  government 
agencies,  to  let  them  give  them  away 


where  they  will  do  the  most  good.  They 
are  beautiful  things,  you  know,  all  wools 
and  silks  and  our  baby  couldn't  use  a 
third  of  them  in  the  next  ten  years.  As 
for  the  telegrams  and  letters  we've  had. 
so  help  me,  there's  one  room  out  at  the 
house  that  is  packed  tight  with  them. 
We  want  to  answer  every  one.  I  got 
a  card  with  a  spotlight  on  it,  that's 
for  Alice,  and  a  mike  like  an  ear  of  com, 
which  is  strictly  for  me,  and  we're  send- 
ing that  out  in  answer  to  all  those  good 
wishes.  You  don't  know  what  it  means 
to  know  you've  got  so  many  people  on 
your  side. 

"\A/E  HONESTLY  didn't  make  so  many 
plans  for  the  baby"s  future.  We 
most  of  all  wanted  to  have  her,  but  we 
do  know  weVe  going  to  give  her  singing 
lessons  and  dancing  lessons  and  all  the 
things  we  neither  one  of  us  ever  had 
when  we  were  kids.  I'd  like  her  to  be 
an  actress,  because  Alice  is.  and  because 
I  think  actresses  are  wonderful  girls. 
What  makes  them  so  wonderful  is  that 
they  don't  stop  learning.  Take  Alice, 
she's  always  studying  something  and  two 
or  three  books  a  week  are  nothing  to  her. 
I  don't  know.  Maybe  it's  just  jive,  but 
the  doctor  said  that  Alice  Junior  really 
is  a  pretty  fine  kid.  If  she  just  gets  her 
mother's  eyes  and  mouth  and  her  dis- 
position, that's  all  I  ask. 

"The  laugh  of  the  whole  thing  was.''  he 
said,  "that  I  told  Alice  all  along  that  the 
night  the  baby  came.  I  would  go  out  on 
one  terrific  spree.  So  what  do  I  really 
do?  I  just  go  home,  don't  even  have  a 
beer,  just  sit  all  alone  being  so  happy 
that  I  nearly  cried  about  it. 

"The  only  tough  part  of  it  all  now  is 
that  I'm  due  to  go  on  the  road  for  four- 
teen weeks.  Not  counting  ourselves, 
Alice  and  I  have  ten  dependents.  You 
take  our  taxes  out  of  our  incomes  and 
you've  got  to  keep  scratching  to  meet  all 
those  expenses.  The  Jello  program  goes 
off  the  air  till  fall,  so  it's  the  theaters  for 
me,  doing  five  shows  a  day  when  I'm 
lucky  and  mostly  seven  or  nine,  getting 
in  those  theaters  at  eleven  A.  M.  and  out 
after  midnight.  What's  more,  I  know  I'll 
spend  practically  every  dollar  I  make 
telephoning  Alice.  I  did  that  the  last 
time  I  was  separated  from  her.  I  see  a 
telephone  and  I  go  nuts  with  having  to 
hear  her  voice  and  be  sure  she's  all  right 
and  what  I'll  do  now.  with  the  baby 
added.  I  hate  to  think  about.  I  go  from 
here  to  San  Francisco  and  then  I  head 
due  east.  We'd  planned,  originally,  that 
Alice  would  go  to  Frisco  with  me.  be- 
cause she's  not  due  back  on  the  screen 
until  August  for  the  picture  'Greenwich 
Village.'  but  now  the  poor  kid  won't  even 
be  out  of  the  hospital  by  the  time  I 

Phil  looked  up  suddenly,  said,  "Excuse 
me, "  and  disappeared  beneath  the  or- 
chestra pit.  He  was  back  in  five  minutes. 

"I  went  and  called  Alice  then,"  he  said. 
"She  was  fine,  resting  more  comfortably. 
She  said  she  was  lying  there  thinking 
about  teaching  Junior  to  put  over  her 
first  big  number  on  her  sixteenth  birth- 
day. Will  that  be  something?  Imagine 
having  Alice  as  a  teacher.  Nobody  can 
put  across  a  song  the  way  Alice  can." 

"We'll  make  a  note  of  the  date."  we 
said.  So  we  did.  and  you  might  make  a 
note  of  the  date.  May  20,  1958.  too.  For  it 
really  should  be  quite  a  night,  when  this 
loved  child,  Alice  Faye  Junior,  steps 
forth,  with  Alice  Senior  beaming  from 
the  audience  and  with  father  Phil  Harris 
playing  away  to  beat  the  band. 

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Columbia:  John  Howard  is  the  high-minded  hero 
who  after  escaping  a  murder  charge  by  fleeing  to 
California,  learns  that  the  man  who  sought  his  life 
is  now  himself  accused  of  murdering  Howard  and 
treks  all  the  way  back  to  aid  his  enemy.  (May) 

MAN  WHO  WOULDN'T  DIE,  T//£— 20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox: Pretty  farfetched  is  this,  what  with  a 
corpse  that's  missing  from  its  grave  and  Marjorie 
Weaver  being  so  frightened  that  she  pretends  Lloyd 
Nolan,  who  is  really  detective  Michael  Sliayne.  is 
her  new  husband  so  he  can  solve  the  mystery. 
Henry  Wilcoxon  is  the  family  physician.  (July) 

MAN  WITH  TWO  LIVES— Monogram:  Ed- 
ward Norris,  following  an  accident,  aw-akens  from 
a  deathlike  stupor  to  be  possessed  with  the  soul  of 
a  gangster  who  was  executed  at  the  time  of  Nor- 
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gangster's  activities  and  his  girl.  It's  finally  all  ex- 
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but  she's  not  at  home  in  her  role  as  hoofer  assistant 
10  Mr.  Murphy.  (May) 

MISSISSIPPI  GAMBLER— Vniversal:  Reporter 
Kent  Taylor  witnesses  the  murder  of  a  jockey  as 
he's  about  to  cross  the  finish  line,  so  Taylor  grabs 
a  cab  and  starts  a  thousand  mile  chase  that  ends  up 
in  the  discovery  of  the  murderer,  disguised  through 
plastic  surgery.    Don't  waste  your  time.  (July) 

i/i^  MISTER  F  — Edward  Small-U.A..  Leslie 
Howard  plays  the  modern  Pimpernel,  who  liberates 
artists,  scientists  and  great  men  held  in  Nazi  power. 
The  story  has  a  tendency  to  lag  in  spots  but  it's 
an  interesting  and  thrilling  picture.  Mr.  Howard 
and  Francis  Sullivan,  as  head  of  the  Gestapo,  give 
brilliant  performances.  (May) 

MOKEY — M-C-.W— All  about  a  misunderstood  boy 
who  gets  into  serious  trouble,  with  Donna  Reed 
handed  the  thankless  role  of  a  young  stepmother 
who  refuses  to  understand  her  husband's  son  Mokey. 
Dan  Dailey  Jr.  plays  his  father.  (July) 

MOONTIDE— 20th  Century-F'ox:  Jean  Cabin 
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a  forsaken  waif,  Ida  Lupino,  from  her  attempted 
suicide  and  discovers  he  wants  to  settle  down  with 
her.  Thomas  Mitchell,  as  Cabin's  evil  parasite,  and 
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and  Lupino  are  unforgettable.  (July) 

MR.  BUG  GOES  lO  TOW.V  — Paramount : 
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grasshopper,  his  girl  friend.  Honey,  plus  many 
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Newspaperman  Van  Johnson  sets  out  to  find  out 
why  a  convict  was  electrocuted  one  hour  before  the 
set  time.  With  the  aid  of  Faye  Emerson  and  George 
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^^✓.V/K  GAL  5^L— 20th  Century-Fox:  In  this 
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Century-Fox:  Joseph  Allen  Jr.  grows"  tired  of  his 
superior  wife,  Lynn  Bari,  so  turns  for  comfort 
to  blonde  charmer  Mary  Beth  Hughes.  Then  Nils 
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NO  HANDS  ON  THE  CLOCK'— Paramount: 
Chester  Morris  is  a  private  detective  honeymooning 
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^  RIDE  'EM  COffSOy- Universal:  Abbott  and 
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There  are  several  hilarious  moments.  (May) 

RINGS  ON  HER  FINGERS— ZOth  Century-Fox: 
Henry  Fonda,  wage  slave,  meets  Gene  Tierney  at  a 
rich  resort.  Each  thinks  the  other's  wealthy,  al- 
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✓  7?/0  RITA— MG-M:  Not  the  old  "Rio  Rita," 
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been  funnier  as  they  blunder  into  a  sabotage  plot 
laid  by  Nazis  in  a  Texas  resort.  Kathryn  Gray- 
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^SABOTEUR — Universal:  Packed  with  suspense 
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ends.  Robert  Cummings  is  a  defense  plant  worker 
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Guy  Kibbee,  as  the  small-town  philosopher.  Scatter- 
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It  has  a  warm  homey  coziness.  (July) 

SECRET  AGENT  OF  JAPAN— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  British  agent  Lynn  Bari  calls  for  a  mysterious 
letter  at  the  Shanghai  night  club  run  by  Preston 
Foster.  Foster,  who  thinks  she's  employed  by  the 
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SHUT  MY  BIG  AfO [/TH- Columbia •  Joe  E. 
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Fritz  Feld,  to  beautify  the  desert.  (May) 

SING  FOR  YOUR  SUPPER— Co\umhia:  Rich 
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SLEEPYTIME  G/JL— Republic:  A  hodgepodge 
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✓  SONG  OF  THE  ISLANDS— 20th  Century- 
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i/'  SPOILERS,  THE- Universal :  Alaska  in  the 
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There's  a  terrifically  exciting  fight.  (July) 

SUICIDE  SQUADRON— 'Re{>uhnc:  Anton  Wal- 
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Poland.  The  actual  scenes,  filmed  from  R.A.F. 
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✓•V^  TO  BE  OR  NOT  TO  B£  — Korda  U.A. : 
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tribute  to  her  beauty  and  personality.  She  plays 
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\^)/-  TO  THE  SHORES  OF  TRIPOLI— 20th 
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TORPEDO  BOAT— Paramount:  Richard  Arlen 
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both  planes  into  the  air  and  torpedo  boats  into  the 
water  from  the  same  carrier  in  this  timely  and 
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L/t^  TORTILLA  FLAT— M-GM:  This  has  fire, 
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"Hedy,  a  Portuguese  girl  with  matrimonial  ideas. 
Frank  Morgan  is  the  village  recluse.  All  four  are 
splendid  characterizations.  (July) 

I RAGEDY  AT  MIDNIGHT.  ^—Republic:  A 
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a  radio  detective,  John  Howard,  who,  with  his 
wife  Margaret  Lindsay,  moves  into  an  apartment 
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TRUE  TO  THE  .4 KM F— Paramount:  Judy  Ca- 
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ment as  a  top  sergeant  are  very  good.  (July) 

A  novel  and  refreshingly  different  story  of  the  im- 
provident clan  of  Tuttles  who  dislike  work  and  have 
a  whale  of  a  good  time.  Charles  Laughton  is  at  his 
best  as  the  lackadaisical  head  of  the  enormous 
family.  Jon  Hall  is  his  sailor  son  who  falls  in  love 
with  neighbor  Peggy  Drake.  It's  amusing  and  so 
well  done.  (June) 

TWIN  BEDS-SmzW-V.A.:  Too  many  husbands  in 
one  bedroom  in  this  alleged  comedy,  with  Mischa 
Auer  and  Ernest  Truex  skidding  in  and  out  of  Joan 
Bennett's  bedroom,  just  missing  her  husband, 
George  Brent,  who  seems  quite  unamused.  (July) 

TIVO  YANKS  IN  TRINIDAD— Cohmhh:  Rack- 
eteers Pat  O'Brien  and  Brian  Donlevy  join  the 
army  and  fall  in  love  with  the  same  girl,  Janet 
Blair.    It's  gusty  and  rowdy.  (June) 

WHISPERING  GHOSTS  —  20th  Century-Fox: 
Milton  Berle  is  a  smart-aleck  radio  detective,  but  he 
runs  into  trouble,  when  he  tries  to  solve  the  murder 
of  an  old  sea  dog.  what  with  Brenda  Joyce,  the  mur- 
dered man's  niece,  in  search  of  the  hidden  jewels, 
two  ham  actors  hired  to  frame  Berle  and  several 
shady  characters  around.  (July) 

IVHO  IS  HOPE  SCHUYLER?— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  Five  women  are  suspected  of  being  a  secret 
political  ringleader  and  spiritualist  using  the  name 
of  Hope  Schuyler  and  wanted  as  witness  in  a  bribery 
trial.  Is  she  .Mary  Howard,  Sheila  Ryan,  Janis 
Carter.  Rose  Hobart  or  Joan  Valerie?  You'll  find 
out  when  almost  everyone  has  been  killed.  With 
John  Payne  and  Joseph  Allen  Jr.  (June) 

WIFE  TAKES  A  FLYER.  TH/i— Columbia:  In 
Holland  under  the  Hitler  regime  Allyn  Joslyn,  a 
Nazi  Major,  has  dishonorable  intentions  toward  Joan 
Bennett,  about  to  divorce  her  absent  husband. 
Franchot  Tone,  an  R.A.F.  flyer,  is  passed  off  as  the 
husband,  but  has  to  be  divorced  the  next  day. 
Briefly,  they  make  a  monkey  of  the  Major.  (July) 

WILD  BILL  HICKOK  RIDES— Warners:  This 
is  the  same  Western  you've  seen  before,  only  this 
time  Constance  Bennett  is  the  shady-lady  heroine 
and  Bruce  Cabot  is  the  noble  hero,  and  Warren 
William  is  the  villainous  bad  man.  (May) 

YOKEL  BO K— Republic;  Alan  Mowbry,  Holly- 
wood studio  head,  brings  on  Number  One  Movie 
Fan,  Eddie  Foy  Jr.,  to  advise  on  stones.  Public 
Enemy  Number  One  takes  over  and  saves  them  from 
ruin.  Gangster  Albert  Dekker  and  Joan  Davis,  his 
warbling  sister,  are  good,  but  it's  corn.  (June) 

YOUNG  AMERICA— 20th  Century-Fox:  See  only 
if  you're  a  Jane  Withers  loyalist.  After  a  story 
like  this,  no  wonder  she  left  her  studio.  Jane,  a 
snooty  city  girl,  gets  herself  straightened  out  by  the 
ideals  of  the  4-H  Clubs.  (May) 

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Casts  of  Current  Pictures 

Blondie,  Penny  Singleton;  Dogwood,  Arthur  Lake; 
Baby  Dumpling,  Larry  Simms;  Cookie,  Norma  Jean 
Wayne;  Daisy,  Daisy;  J.  C.  Dithers,  Jonathan 
Hale;  Ali'in  Fuddle,  Danny  Mummert;  George 
WifWey  Hans  Conried;  Ollie,  Stanley  Brown;  Mr. 
Crumb,  Irving  Bacon;  Sarah  Miller,  Mary  Wickes; 
William  Lawrence,  Paul  Harvey. 

"BROADWAY"  —  Universal:  George  Raft, 
(jcorge  Raft;  Dan  McCorn,  Pat  O'Brien;  Billie 
Moore,  Janet  Blair;  Steve  Crandall  Brod  Craw- 
ford; Lil,  Mariorie  Rambeau ;  Pear/,  Anne  Gwynne; 
Ntck,  S.  Z.  Sakall;  Porky,  Edward  S.  Brophy; 
Grace  Mane  Wilson;  Joe,  Gus  Schilling;  Dolph, 
Ralf  Harolde;  Pete  Dailey,  Arthur  Shields;  Maizie, 
Iris  Adrian;  Ruby,  Elaine  Morey;  Ann,  Dorothy 
Moore;  Rinati,  Nestor  Paiva;  Trade,  Abner  Biber- 
man;  Mack  Gray,  Mack  Gray. 

Columbia:  Ellery  Queen.  William  Gargan;  Nikki 
Porter,  Margaret  Lindsay;  Inspector  Queen, 
Charley  Grapewin;  Alan  Rogers,  Ralph  Morgan; 
Margo  Rogers,  Kay  Linakcr;  Stewart  Cole,  Edward 
Norris;  Sergeant  Velie,  James  Burke;  Lester 
Young,  Addison  Richards;  Corday,  Charles  Judels; 
Bates,  Andrew  Tombes;  Housekeeper  Claire  Du- 
Brey;  Marie  Dubois,  Micheline  Cheirel. 

"ESCAPE  FROM  HONG  KONG"— Universal: 
Rusty,  Don  Terry;  Pancho,  Leo  Carrillo;  Blimp, 
Andy  Devine;  Valerie,  Marjorie  Lord;  Major 
Reeves,  Lel-md  Hodgson;  Kosura,  Frank  Puglia; 
Col.  Crossley,  Gilbert  Emery. 

Radio:  Falcon.  George  Sanders;  Ann,  Lynn  Bari; 
O'Hara,  James  Gleason;  Goldy,  Allen  Jenkins; 
Diana,  Helen  Gilbert;  Moose  Malloy  Ward  Bond; 
Bates,  Edward  Gargan;  Jessie,  Anne  Revere; 
Jerry,  George  Cleveland;  Grimes,  Harry  Shannon. 

'"Rocky"  Custer,  Van  Heflin;  Mida  King,  Patricia 
Dane;  Constance  Furness,  Cecilia  Parker;  Sue 
Custer,  Virginia  Grey;  Roger  Furness,  Samuel  S. 
Hinds;  Inspector  Guntker,  Sam  Levene;  Pearl 
Dclroy,  Connie  Gilchrist;  David  V.  Henderson, 
Mark  Daniels;  "Turk,"  Horace  McNally;  Frankie 
Giro.  Tom  Conway;  "Baby"  Delrov,  Betty  Wells; 
Paul  Rinehart,  George  "Lynn;  Ramon,  Roman 
Bohnen;  Arthur  Doolin,  Millard  Mitchell. 

"HENRY  AND  DIZZY"— Paramount:  Henry 
Aldrxch,  Jimmy  Lydon;  Dizzy  Stevens,  Charles 
Smith;  Phyllis  Michael,  Mar>'  Anderson;  Mr. 
Aldrich,  John  Litel;  Mrs.  Aldrich,  Olive  Blakenev; 
Mr.  Stevens,  Olin  Rowland;  Mr.  Bradley.  Vaughan 
Glaser:  Mr.  Weeks,  Trevor  Bardette;  Mrs  Brad- 
ley, Maude  Eburne:  Billy  Weeks,  Carl  "Alfalfa" 
Switzer;  Jean,  Noel  Neill;  Dizzy's  Girl,  Eleanor 
Counts;  Mrs.  Stevens,  Isabel  Withers;  Pamela 
Rogers,  Jane  Cowna;  Joe  McGuire,  Frank  Orth; 
Sergeant  McElroy,  Edgar  Dearing. 

suelo  Croydcn,  Norma  Shearer;  Terry  Trindale, 
Robert  Taylor;  Tony  Barling,  George  Sanders; 
Chappie  Champagne,  Frank  McHugh;  Eva,  Eliza- 
beth Patterson;  Judge,  Chill  Wills. 

"MAD  MARTINDALES,  THE"— 20th  Century- 
Fox:  Kathy  Martindale,  Jane  Withers;  Evelyn, 
Marjorie  Weaver;  Hugo  Martindale,  Alan  Mow- 
bray; Bobby,  Jimmy  Lydon;  Peter  Varney;  Byron 
Barr;  Julio,  George  Reeves;  Virgil  Hickling, 
Charles  Lane;  Grandmother  Varney,  Kathleen 
Howard;  Butlers,  Robert  Greig  and  Brandon 
Hurst;  Van  dcr  Venne  Steve  Geray;  Jefferson 
Gow,  Sen  Yung;  Agnes,  Emma  Dunn;  Hotel  Clerk, 
Hal  K.  Dawson;  Lawyer,  Don  Dillaway;  Chang 
Gow,  Tom  Yuen;  Pawnbroker,  Otto  Hoffman. 

"MEET  THE  STEWARTS"  —  Columbia: 
Michael  Stewart,  William  Holden;  Conduce  Good- 
win, Frances  Dee;  Mr.  Goodwin,  Grant  Slitchell; 
Mrs.  Goodzvin,  Marjorie  Gateson;  Geraldine  Stew- 
art, Anne  Revere;  Ted  Graham.  Roger  Clark;  John 
Goodzvin,  Danny  Mummert;  Jane  Goodzvin,  Ann 
Gillis;  Willametta,  Margaret  Hamilton;  Taxi 
Driver,  Don  Beddoe;  Mrs.  Stczvari,  Mary  Gordon. 

RKO-Radio:  Carmelita,  Lupe  Velez;  Lord  Epping, 
Uncle  Matt,  Hubbell,  Leon  Errol;  Dennis,  Charles 
"Buddy"  Rogers;  Aunt  Delia,  Elisabeth  Risdon; 
Percy,  Donald  MacBride;  Edith,  Minna  Gonibell; 
Fingers  O'Toole,  Don  Braclay;  Luders,  John  Ma- 
guire;  Hyacinth,  Lillian  Randolph;  Lightnin' 
Mantan  Aforcland;  Bascombc,  Harry  Tyler;  Har- 
court,  Marten  Lamont. 

"MISS  ANNIE  ROONEV"— Small-U.A.:  An- 
nie Rooney,  Shirley  Temple;  Tim  Rooncy,  William 
Gargan;  Grandpop,  Guy  Kibbec;  Martv.  Dickie 
Moore;  Myrtle,  Peggy  Ryan;  Joey,  Roland  DuPree; 
Mrs.  White,  Gloria  Holden;  Mr.  White,  Jonathan 
Ilalc;  Mrs.  Metz,  Alary  Field;  Burns,  George 
Lloyd;  Madam  Sylvia,  Jan  Buckingham;  Mrs. 
Thomas,  Selnier  Jackson;  Stella  Bainbridge,  June 
Lockhart;  Sidney.  Charles  Coleman;  Policeman, 
Kdgar  Dearing;  Myrtle's  Mother,  Virginia  Sale; 
.ludrcy  Hollis,  Shirley  Mills. 

"MRS.  MINIVER"— MG-M:  Mrs.  Miniver. 
Greer  Garson;  Clem  Minizcr,  Walter  Pidgeon; 
Carol  Bcldon,  Teresa  Wright;  Lad\  Bcldon,  Dame 
Mav  Whittv;  Foley.  Reginald  Owen;  Mr.  Ballard, 

Henry  Travers;  Vin  Miniver,  Richard  Ney;  Vico' 
Henry  Wilcoxon;  Toby  Miniver,  Christopher  Se-.  ! 
ern;  Gladys  (Housemaid),  Brenda  Forbes:  Juci 
Miniver,  Clare  Sandars;  Ada,  Marie  De  Becker; 
German  Flyer,  Helmut  Dantine;  Fred,  John  -Abbot:. 

"MY  FAVORITE  SPY"— RKO-Radio:  Ka: 
Kay  Kyser;  Terry,  Ellen  Drew;  Connie,  Jane  Wj- 
man;  Robinson,  Robert  -Armstrong;  Aunt  Jesa' 
Helen  Westley;  Flower  Pot  Cop,  William  Demaren: 
Cora  (maid),  Una  O'Connor;  Winters,  LioDt: 
Royce;  Major  Allen,  Moroni  Olsen;  Gus,  Georg» 
Cleveland;  Col.  Moffett,  Vaughn  Glaser;  Jules. 
Hobart  Cavanaugh;  Higgenbotham,  Chester  Clute. 

Martha  Lindstrom,  Marsha  Hunt;  Jeff  Sommer 
field,  Richard  Carlson;  Mrs.  .McKissick,  Marjorif 
Main;  Miranda  Sommerfield,  Virginia  Weidler; 
Mrs.  Sophie  Sommerfield,  Spring  Byington;  Joi. 
Archer,  Allyn  Joslyn;  5v/ti<i  Norwood,  France- 
Drake;  Danny  O'Brien,  Barry  Nelson;  Dr.  Cldt 
ence  Sommerfield,  Melville  Cooper;  Mrs.  Jaceli 
Inez  Cooper;  Mrs.  Justin  I.  Peacock,  Sara  Haden: 
Guinevere,  Margaret  Hamilton;  Llewellyn  Castle 
Ernest  Truex;  Mrs.  Llczvelhn  Castle,  Cecil  Cue 
n'mghzm-.Homer  Jaceli,  William  B.  Davidson. 

"POWER  TOWN"— RKO-Radio:  Jeems  O'Shea 
Victor  McLaglen;  Pennant,  Edmond  O'Brien 
Dolly,  June  Havoc;  Sally,  Dorothy  Lovett;  .Meeker 
Eddie  Foy,  Jr.;  Oliver  Lindsay,  Damian  O  Flynn. 
Chick  Parker,  Marten  Lamont;  Dr.  Wayne.  Ro; 
Gordon;  Sue,  Marion  Martin;  Mrs.  Douglas.  Mar; 
Gordon;  Carol,  Frances  Neal;  Betty,  Julie  Warren. 
Helen,  Jane  Woodworth;  Gus,  George  Cleveland 

Steve  "Lucky"  Smith,  Donald  M.  Barry;  Brua 
Cordon,  Alan  Curtis;  Mareia  Porter,  Fay  McKen 
zie;  Van  Hoorten,  Sig  Ruman;  Capt.  Hudson,  lar 
Keith;  Senor  Anderson,  Rhys  Williams:  Port  I  \  Pot 
ter,  Maynard  Holmes;  Doralda,  Diana  Del'  Rio; 
Mr.  Little  field,  Robert  Eramett  Keane;  Sergean; 
Adams,  Sammy  Stein;  Tessie,  Linda  Lawrence. 

"SHIPS  WITH  WINGS"— U.  A.:  Lieut.  Sta 
cf.v,  John  Clements;  Vice-Admiral  Weatherby.  Leslie 
Banks ;CWio  Weatherby,  Jane  Baxter;  Kay  Gordon, 
Ann  Todd;  Captain  Fairfax,  Basil  Sydney. 

/'SUNDAY  PUNCH"— M-G-M:  Ken  Burke 
VV'illiara  Lundigan;  Judy  Galestrum,  Jean  Rogers; 
Olaf  Jensen,  Dan  Dailey,  Jr.;  "Pops"  Muller,  Guy 
Kibbee;  Matt  Bassler,  J.  Carrol  Naish;  Ma  Gale- 
sttum,  Connie  Gilchrist;  Roscoe,  Sara  Levene; 
"Biff",  Leo  Gorcey;  "Killer",  "Rags"  Ragla:  : 
"Baby"  Fitzroy,  Douglass  Newland;  Nat  Ck, 
Anthony  Caruso;  Jose,  Tito  Renaldo. 

"SYNCOP.ATION"  —  RKO-Radio:  Johr. 
Jackie  Cooper;  Kit  Latimer,  Bonita  Granville 
George  Latimer,  Adolphe  Menjou;  Mr.  Porter, 
(jeorge  Bancroft;  Rex  Tearbone,  Todd  Duncan; 
Cafe  Singer,  Connie  Boswell;  Paul  Porter,  Ted 
North;  Smiley  Jackson,  Frank  Jenks;  Ella.  Jessie 
Grayson;  Lillian.  Mona  Barrie;  Paul  Porter  ^as  a 
child),  Lindy  Wade;  and  The  AU-American  Dance 

M-G-M:  Tarzan,  Johnny  Weissmuller;  Jane,  Slau 
reen  O'Sullivan;  Boy,  John  Sheffield;  Connie  Beach, 
Virginia  Grey;  Buck  Rand,  Charles  Bickford; 
Jimmie  Shields,  Paul  Kelly:  Manchester  Mount- 
ford,  Chill  Wilfs;  Colonel  Ralph  Sargent.  Cy  Ken- 
dal; Judge  Abbotson,  Russell  Hicks:  Blake  Norton, 
Howard  Hickman;  Gould  Beaton,  Charles  Lane. 

— 20th  Century-Fox:  Dazvson,  George  Montgomery; 
Carolyn  Bainbridge,  Maureen  O'Hara:  Hoziard 
Shelton,  John  Sutton;  Major  Sam  Carter.  Laird 
Cregar;  Henry  Clay,  John  Shepperd;  Florirtu>nd 
Massey,  Victor  Francen;  Bane.  Harry  Davenport; 
Scully,  Ward  Bond;  Gen.  William  Henry  Harrison. 
Douglass  Dumbrille;  Malonev,  Ralph  Byrd:  Benny 
Havens,  Joe  Brown,  Jr.;  Sliippen,  David  Bacon: 
Mrs.  Tlwmpson,  Esther  Dale:  Chester,  Richard 
Derr;  Jared  Danforth,  Louis  Jean  Heydt:  Caffatii 
Sloane,  Stanley  Andrews;  Captain  Luddw  James 
Flavin;  Letty.  Edna  Mae  Jones;  Senate  President. 
Charles  Trowbridge:  Grandpa.  Tully  Marshall; 
John  Randolph,  Edwin  Maxwell;  Old  Put.  Uno; 
William  Eustis,  Edward  Fielding. 

"THIS  ABOVE  ALL"— 20th  Century-Fox: 
Clive  Briggs,  Tyrone  Power;  Prudence  Cathaxay, 
Joan  Fontaine;  Monty,  Thomas  Mitchell:  General 
Cathawa\,  Henry  Stephenson.  Ramsboltom.  Nigel 
Bruce;  Iris  Cathozcay.  Gladys  Cooper;  Dr.  Roaer 
Cathazvay,  Philip  Merivale;  Waitress.  Sara  All- 
good:  Rector,  Alexander  Knox:  Violet  Worthing, 
Queenie  Leonard:  Wilbur,  Melville  Cooper;  Nurst 
Emily,  Jill  Esmond:  Dr.  Mathias.  Holmes  Herbert; 
Dr.  Ferris.  Denis  (jreen:  Chaplain.  .Arthur  Shields; 
Parsons,  Dennis  Hoey;  I'lVar,  Thomas  Louden. 

"THIS  GUN  FOR  HIRE"— Paramount :  Ellen 
Graham,  Veronica  Lake:   Michael  Crane.  Robert 
Preston;    Willard    Gates.    Laird    Cregar:  Philip 
Raven,  .Alan  Ladd;  Alzin  Brezvster.  Tully  Mar- 
shall:  Sluky,    Mikhail   Rasumny;    Tomm\.  Marc 
Lawrence;  Annie,  Pamela  Blake:  Stcze  !^inner;\ 
Harry  Shannon;  Albert  Baker,  Frank  Fergus.- 
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Designed  by  Joset  Walker— 
"In  these  days  of  hard  work, 
I  appreciate  a  mikl  cigarette  more  than  ever; 
so  I  stick  to  Camels, 

Milder  and  so  good-tasting!" 

At  right,  Joset  Walker's  1942  version  of  the 
Gay  Nineties  bloomers.  Also  for  hiking— 
camel-colored  shirt  and  shorts,  wrap-around 
skirt.  An  ingenious  American  designer, 
Joset  Walker  is  at  work  on  the  new  slim 
silhouette.  "Fashion  work  these  days  calls 
for  steady  nerves,"  she  says.  "I  keep  my 
smoking  7n/7</  — with  Camels!" 

Joset  WALKEK...f'as/ijo;i  designer 

For  town,  country,  beach  . . . 
Joset  Walker  styles  cotton.  At 
right,  ballet-length  beach  robe, 
belted  in  gold  kid.  Bright  green 
swim-suit  — two-piece,  with  soft 
surplice  neckline,  wrap-around 
midriff.  For  relaxation,  this 
energetic  young  designer  spends 
week-ends  on  her  farm- 
planting,  hoeing,  driving  a  tractor. 
"And  you'll  usually  see  me 
with  a  Camel  in  my  hand,"  she 
remarks."!  never  tire  of  smoking 
Camels.  They're  so  cool  and 
mild  and  have  the  most 
delightful  flavor  I  could  ask 
for  in  a  cigarette!" 




The  smoke  of 
slow-burning  Camels  contains 


than  that  of  the  four  other  largest- 
selling  brands  tested  — less  than  any 
of  them  — according  to  independent 
scientific  tests  of  the  smoke  ilself! 

Guaranteed  bY^^\ 
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Wliistiin  Snleni.  NnnhOarolInt 

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Follow  this  Bride's  Way  to  New  Loveliness ! 

go  on  the  CAMAY  MILD-SOAP  DIET! 

This  pxcUing  complpxion  rare 
is  hnsrd  on  skin  specialists'  advice- 
praised  by  lovely  brides! 


Y  FRIENDS  tell  me  how  much  loveUer 
my  complexion  has  become  since  1 
started  following  the  Camay  Mild-Soap 
Diet.  1  wouldn  t  be  without  Camay  for  a 
day,"  says  beautiful  Mrs.  Carnohan. 

You.  too,  can  he  loveher  if  you  will  onb 
give  the  Cama)  Mild-Soap  Diet  a  chance. 
For,  without  knowing  it,  you  may  be  let- 
ting improper  cleansing  dull  your  com- 
plexion—or vou  ma\  be  using  a  soap  that 
isn  t  niilfl  enough! 

Skin  specialists  advise  regular  cleans- 
ing with  a  fine  mild  soap.  And  Camay  is 
actuallv  milder  than  dozens  of  other  po])- 
ular  beauty  soaps!  That's  why  we  say, 
"Go  on  the  Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet." 

Give  your  skin  thorough  cleansing  with 
Camav  night  and  morning  for  30  days.  At 
once— what  a  delicious,  fresh  feeling!  But 
be  faithful  and  soon  vour  complexion 
mav  have  thrillin";  new  loveliness! 

This  lovely  bride.  Mrs.  Harry  Carno- 
han oj  ISew  York,  iS .  \' .,  says: 
"I  wouldn't  let  my  skin  go  without  the 
Camay  Mild-Soap  Diet  for  a  single  day— it 
his  done  so  much  for  me!  Why.  I'd  been 
following  the  Mild-Soap  EMel  only  a  short 
•  time  when  rny  friends  i)egan  asking  for  my 
beauty  secret!  Another  thing  I  like  about 
Camay  is  that  wonderful  fragrance.  It  just 
seems  to  last  and  last." 

(^^^^^  MILD-SOAP  DIET^^/^^/^ 

Rh.  U.  S.  Pat.  UII 

First  step  to  a  /oiv/irr  skin  .  .  . 
Make  a  lather  with  Camay  on  your  wash-cloil\.  Work 
this  milder  lather  over  your  skin,  paying  special  at- 
tention to  nose,  base  of  nostrils,  chin.  Rinse  with 
warm  water— then  30  seconds  of  cold  splashing*. 

.4s  the  iliiys  po  hy—netc  beauty! 
."dimply  do  tliat  every  night.  Then,  wliile  - 
the  tiny  pore  openings  are  free  to  function 
ral  beauty.  In  the  morning— one  more  quir' 
with  Camav  and  vour  skin  is  readv  for  mak'  4 

it  takes  two  to  moke  Romance 

/Romance  fades  when  a  girl  is  careless— Guard  charm  every  day  with  Mum! 

ROMANCE  seems  in  the  very  air  tonight! 
-  There's  a  moon  to  inspire  unforget- 
table words,  a  lovely  girl  ready  to  listen. 
But  there's  no  man  to  whisper  them  to 

Too  bad  someone  can't  tell  her  that  a 
girl  must  be  more  than  pretty— more  than 
smartly  dressed  to  attract  a  man.  Unless 
she  stays  nice  to  be  near,  how  can  she  win 
his  heart— how  can  a  man  stay  in  love? 

The  shocking  thought  that  she's  care- 

less has  never  entered  Jane's  pretty  head. 
She  bathes  each  day,  of  course,  before 
dates,  too— shouldn't  that  be  enough?  She 
forgets  that  a  bath's  job  is  to  remove  past 
perspiration.  To  prevent  risk  of  future 
odor,  so  many  popular  girls  rely  on  de- 
pendable Mum. 

With  Mum  your  bath-freshness  lasts  for 
long  hours.  Mum  keeps  you  a  charming 
companion,  helps  your  chances  for  ro- 
mance! You  will  like  Mum  for  its: 


SPEED— 30  seconds  to  use  Mum!  Even 
when  you're  late  for  business  or  a  date, 
you  still  have  time  for  Mum! 
CERTAINTY— No  guesswork  about  Mum  — 
because  without  stopping  perspiration  it 
preterits  odor  all  day  or  all  evening. 

SAFETY— You  can  use  Mum  even  after  un- 
derarm shaving,  even  after  you're  dressed. 
Mum  won't  irritate  skin.  Mum  won't  harm 
fabrics,  says  the  American  Institute  of 
Laundering.  Guard  your  charm  with  Mum! 

gentle,  safe  deodorant  for  sanitary  napkins. 
That's  why  thousands  of  women  prefer  dependa- 
ble Mum  this  way,  too. 


fakes  the  odor  out  of  perspiration 

Mum  IS  ,1  ProJuci  of  Bristol-Mytrs 




The  minutes  of  the  last  meeting,  read 
and  approved,  placed  "Mrs.  Miniver" 
right  up  there  on  all  ten-best  film  lists 
of  all-time.  Now  we  can  get  on  to  pre- 
sent and  future  business. 

Clark  Gable  (Honky)  and  Lana  Turner 
(Tonk)  ignite  again  in  "Somewhere  I'll 
Find  You". 

"Tish",  based  on  the  popular  stories  by 
Mary  Roberts  Rinehart,  dusts  off  the 
mantle  of  Marie  Dressier  and  tenders  it 
toMarjorieMain,  who  plays  the  title  role. 

The  inimitable  Mickey  Rooney  becomes 
"A  '^ank  at  Eton"  and  the  role  becomes 
Mickey  Rooney, 

.ludy  Garland's  out-and-out  starring 
vehicle  is  one  of  the  out-and-outstand- 
ing  entertainments  on  the  horizon. 
"For  Me  and  Mv  Gal", 

"Red"  Skelton  and  Ann  Sothern  are  in 
"Panama  Hattie".  You'll  see  Red  — 
and  Ann. 

"Random  Harvest",  the  James  Hilton 
best-seller,  is  in  the  able  hands  of  Di- 
rector LeRoy  and  stars  I^onald  Colman 
and  Mrs.  Miniver  Garson. 

"Seven  Sweethearts"  brings  promi- 
nently to  the  fore  those  up  and  coming 
artists,  Kathryn  Grayson,  Van  Heflin 
and  Marsha  Hunt. 

★  ★     ★  ★ 

This  completes  the  agenda  for  pictures 
current  and  in  the  immediate  making  at 
M-G-M,  whose  promise  of 
great  motion  picture  en- 
tertainment has  always 
been  fulfilled. 

★  ★     *  * 
Your  Miniver 


ik:^  n  m  no.  cs::) 

VOL  21,  NO.  4 


Paulette  Goddard — Woman  of  Daring  Adela  Rogers  St.  Johns  28 

If  I  Were  Queen  of  Hollywood  Dorothy  Kilgallen  30 

Romance  for  the  Lonely                                                     "Fearless"  32 

Bombardier's  Bride  Rilla  Page  Palmborg  34 

This  Ladd  for  Hire   John  R.  Franchey  36 

Judge  for  Yourself — We  Quit!   37 

How  to  Get  the  Job  You  Want                                      Dorothy  Haas  40 

Anna  Neagle's  London  Diary                              Edited  by  Marian  Rhea  44 

Flying  Tigers   Fiction  version  by  Will  Oursler  47 

What  Hollywood  Thinks  of  Jean  Arthur  William  F.  French  49 

Keep  Punchln"                                                                      Jim  Tully  50 

Little  Miss  Dynamite                                                Roberta  Ormlston  52 

Highroad  to  Hollywood                                                     Dixie  Wlllson  56 

Bogle  on  the  Spot!           Humphrey  Bogart  (as  told  to  Sara  Hamilton)  64 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Hertz  Jr  Adele  Whitely  Fletcher  67 

Terse  Verse                                                                           Jay  Keys  83 

One-Minute  Story  Claudette  Colbert  84 


Color  Portraits  of  These  Popular  StarsrGInger  Rogers  .  .  35  Betty  Groble  .  .  38 
Carole  Landls  .  .  38  Rita  Hayworth  .  .  39  Jinx  Fal  kenburg  .  .  39  Joan 
Leslie..  42  Robert  Taylor..  43  John  Carroll  ..46  Gallery  Photographs: 
Doris  Dudley  .  .  54    Henry  Fonda  .  .  55    Brian  Donlevy  .  .  66 

Close  Ups  and  Long  Shots — Ruth  Waterbury  .  .  4  Speak  for  Yourself  ..  6 
Inside  Stuff— Cal  York  ..  8  Brief  Reviews  ..  I  8  Take  the  Plunge!  ..  20  The 
Shadow  Stage  .  .  23  On  The  Date  Front .  .  59  You  Con  Look  as  Smart  as 
a  Star  .  .62    Costs  of  Current  Pictures  .  .  101     Lemon-aid  .  .  I  06 

COVER:   Priscilla  Lane,  Natural  Color  Photograph  by  Paul  Hesse 


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PHOTOPLAY  com biJied  with  movie  mirrob 

He's  Never  Beaten 
Mickey  Rooney's 
Ail-Time  Topper! 

EPTEMBER,  1942 


m  im  SHOTS 

Gig  Young,  wf-o 
did    so    well  in 
"The  Gay  Sisters 
better  watch  ou"! 

Alan  Marshall, 
worth  his  weight 
in  rubies,  is  up 
for  investigation 

New  kind  of  sex  appeal  is  inaugurated  by  Rosalind 
Russell,  who  won  stardom  without  false  eyelashes 


WHOEVER     thought     up  the 
word  "should"?    It's  a  won- 
derful    way     to  daydream 
without  its  costing  a  cent.  . 

For  instance,  all  these  girls  who  are 
fine  actresses  but  not  overwhelmingly 
beautiful  enough  to  be  glamour  girls 
should  stop  trying  to  be  imitation 
Bette  Davises  .  .  .  Bette  is  unique 
and  terrific  and  she  can  play  un- 
pleasant dames  in  a  manner  that 
makes  them  linger  forever  in  your 
memory  .  .  .  but  when  a  forthright, 
unaffected  actress  like  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck plays  one  of  those  lethal  ladies 
in  "The  Gay  Sisters"  she  does  herself 
an  injustice  .  .  .  Ida  Lupino  hasn't  done 
her  career  too  much  good  by  always 
being  compared  to  Davis,  either  .  . 
if  the  girls  just  must  be  meanies  on 
the  screen,  they  ought  to  get  a  new 
pattern  of  sheer  cussedness  .  .  .  Davis 
has  a  magnificent  monopoly  on  hers  .  .  . 

All  those  up-and-coming  darlings 
who  want  to  be  comediennes  should 
see  every  picture  of  Rosalind  Russell's 
.  .  .  remember,  kiddies,  that  once 
upon  a  time  ...  all  of  three  years 
ago  .  .  .  they  were  saying  that  Rus- 
sell was  "through"  all  on  account  of 
her  not  being  any  sweater  girl,  of  not 
having  the  obvious  false-eyelash-long- 
hipline  type  of  sex  appeal  .  .  .  but 
Roz  has  proven  that  there  can  be 
mental  sex  appeal  and  that  there  is  a 

public,  male  and  female  both,  subtle 
enough  to  appreciate  that  .  .  a  big 
enough  public,  in  fact,  to  pay  Roz 
$150,000  a  picture  for  as  many  pictures 
as  she  can  do  per  year — right  now 
about  four  per  annum.     .  . 

The  cases  of  Alan  Marshall,  Philip 
Dorn,  Glenn  Ford  and  George  San- 
ders should  be  investigated  .  to 
find  out  why  they  are  being  wasted 
in  this  year  when  men  are  worth  their 
w-eight  in  rubies  .  .  .  Marshall  should 
be  put  to  work  regardless  .  Glenn 
Ford  should  be  given  some  properly 
young,  light  roles  instead  of  those 
lead-deady  things  like  "Martin 
Eden"  he's  had  so  far  .  .  .  Dorn 
should  be  rescued  from  playing  Dr. 
Gerniede  in  the  newest  "Kildare" 
which  is  titled  "Calling  Dr.  Gillespie" 
and  is  a  thriller  but  it's  still  a  "B"  .  .  . 
and  star  Sanders  should  be  in  a  series 
of  pictures  in  which  he  could  be  at 
once  romantic  and  a  heavy,  as  Gable 
was  when  he  first  came  to  fame.  .  . 

Frank  Morgan  ought  to  be  put  right 
into  one  of  the  priestly  roles  in  "The 
Keys  of  the  Kingdom"  not  alone  as  a 
reward  for  his  magnificent  work  in 
"Tortilla  Flat"  but  as  a  guarantee  that 
the  true  spirit  of  religion  would  be 
captured  on  the  screen  .  .  .  and  next 
year's  Academy  Oscar  for  "the  best 
supporting  actor"  should  go  to  Frank 
for  his  inspiring,  touching  scene  in 

"Tortilla"  where  he  tells  his  dogs 
about  the  legend  of  St.  Francis  .  a 
scene  that  can  mean  so  much  to  any 
one  who  needs  renewed  faith 
furthermore  Morgan  should  never 
again  be  wasted  on  one  of  those  silly, 
fluttering  roles  with  which  he  has  so 
long  been  afflicted.  .  .  . 

What  about  a  quiet  talk  with  Mac- 
Donald  Carey  and  Gig  Young  to  tell 
them  that  while  both  of  them  were 
most  delightful  in  their  initial  screen 
appearances  .  .  .  Carey  in  "Take  a 
Letter.  Darling"  and  Young  in  "The 
Gay  Sisters"  .  .  .  they  had  better 
watch  out  that  they  aren"t  too  charm- 
ing for  all  endurance,  both  of  them 
coming  dangerously  close  to  it  in  these 

METRO  merits  some  congratula- 
tions on  their  sheer  good  sense 
in  having  promoted  Jules  Dassii' 
from  "B's"  to  "A's"  on  the  strengti 
of  this  young  man's  direction  of  "Naz. 
Agent"  .  .  .  but  Conrad  Veidt  shoulo 
be  rew^arded  with  a  fine  "A"  role,  too 
for  his  magnificent  acting  in  the 
double-role  lead  in  that  film  .  .  .  there 
should  be  no  further  wasting  of  a 
great  performer  like  Veidt  .  .  .  and 
harsh  words  are  certainly  in  order 
to  the  Brothers  Warner  about  throw- 
ing away  Ann  Sheridan  on  a  dull  dish 
like  "Wings  {Continued  on  page  17) 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirror 

^HEIR  darkened  house 
sheltered  their  hushed  story.. 


To  meet  them  is  to  love  them — but  to  love  them 
is  dangerous!  Every  strange  episode  in  the  lives 
of  these  girls  that  the  town  called  bad  emerges 

starkly  from  the  furious 
happenings  of  Stephen 
Longstreet's  talked- 
about  best-seller. 
See  it  lived!  See 
it  the  moment 
it  opens  in 
your  city! 



as  FIONA... She  couldn't  live  down 
her  reputation— so  she  lived  up  to  it! 


as  CHARLES . . .  Tricked  into  a 
marriage  he  couldn't  forget! 



The  Story  of  the  Startling  Loves  of 



as  EVELYN,  who  lived  as  she  pleased 
'til  a  kiss  changed  everything! 


Larry  Simms- Donald  Woods  •  Directed  by  |(|V|NG  RAPPER 

^  have  turned  another  great  novel 
^  into  another  great  screen  event! 

creen  Ploy  by  Lenore  Coffee  •  Based  Upon  the  Novel  by  Stephen  Longstreel  .  Music  by  Max  Sterner  .  REMEMBER  YOUR  WAR  BONOS  AND  STAMPS' 


»VEMBER.  1942 

$10.00  PRIZE 
The  Bonnets  Are  Humming 

HOLLYWOOD  gives  us  "B's";  if 
I  visited  there  I'd  like  to  put 
"bees"  in  people's  bonnets,  too. 
I'd  tell  Veronica  Lake  to  cut  her 
hair  into  a  short  bob.    That  shaggy 
mop  makes  her  resemble  a  female 

I'd  tell  Blondie  to  wear  cotton 
dresses  and  not  frilly  silk  ones  while 
doing  housework. 

I'd  slip  a  grasshopper  down  the 
back  of  Vii-ginia  O'Brien  while  she 
was  singing  in  her  clever  dead-pan 

I'd  co-star  Nelson  Eddy  with  Lana 
Turner — then  watch  his  reserve  melt 
away!  It  would  be  an  exciting  com- 
bination. Then  I'd  give  him  back  to 
lovely  Jeanette,  they  being  a  superb 

I'd  picket  M-G-M  until  they  agreed 
to  let  Robert  Taylor  wear  a  moustache 
in  every  picture;  and  make  Jeanette 
MacDonald  of  the  vivid  coloring  ap- 
pear only  in  technicolor  movies. 

Finally,  I'd  greet  Victor  Mature 
with  a  frigid,  "Oh,  so  you're  the  beau- 
tiful punk  of  man!" 

Elizabeth  Pignatelli, 
Providence,  R.  I. 

$5.00  PRIZE 
Off  His  Chest 

THERE  is  a  familiar  ditty  to  the 
effect  that  "John  Brown's  baby  had 
a  cold  upon  its  chest."  I,  too,  have 
something  upon  my  chest,  but  in  this 
case  it  is  hot,  not  cold!    It  is  this: 

In  these  days  of  tire-conservation 
and  gas-rationing,  local  amusements 
are  going  to  mean  more  than  ever.  If 
we  can't  get  away  from  town,  then  we 
are  going  to  have  to  find  our  fun  in 
town.  What  better  place  than  a  good 
movie?  But  .  .  .  and  just  here  is  the 
rub  ...  it  must  be  a  good  movie!  This 
means  comedy,  pathos,  acting.  It 
means  more  pictures  like  "How  Green 
Was  My  Valley,"  "Remember  The 
Day,"  "One  Foot  In  Heaven"  and 
"Sergeant  York"  .  .  .  and  fewer  pic- 
tures like  "Two-Faced  Woman"  and 
"The  Lady  Is  Willing." 

The  greatest  opportunity  and  the 
greatest  audiences  Hollyowood  has 
ever  had  are  here.  Whether  they 
capitalize  upon  it  or  not  will  be  de- 
termined largely  by  the  type  of  pic- 
tures they  turn  out.  We're  ready  to 
go  and  see  them  .  .  .  but  they've  got 
to  be  good! 

Rev.  Willis  J.  Loar, 
Spokane,  Wash. 

$1.00  PRIZE 
Sister  Act  Gone  Sour 

ONCE  upon  a  time,  Mickey  Rooney 
had  a  sister  ...  a  sweet,  unso- 
phisticated kid,  who  walked  out  of 
the  picture,  pigtails  and  all,  and  into 
our  hearts.  Now,  in  the  space  of  two 
years,  she's  been  developed  into  a 
"Glamour-Puss."  You  guessed  it! 
Virginia  Weidler! 

Why,  in  the  name  of  all  the  sacred 
catfishes,  must  Hollywood  take  an  in- 
dividual like  Virginia  and  turn  her 
into  the  same  old  mold  of  blase  young 
thing  we  have  seen  over  and  over? 
Why  not  let  Virginia  be  Virginia,  not 
Deanna,  or  Judy,  or  anyone  else  but 
the  adorable  personality  that  appeared 
in  "Young  Tom  Edison."  We  laughed 
with  her  and  cried  with  her;  there  was 
the  real  spark  of  genius  in  that  lanky 
little  figure.  Now — behold  the  hair- 
do and  the  formal  .  .  .  but  no  Virginia! 

Please,  oh  please,  give  us  back  the 
original  Virginia,  sans  braids  if  you 
must,  but  minus  sleekness  and  sophis- 

Elsie  H.  Fox, 
National  City,  CaL 

$1.00  PRIZE 
Speaking  Of  Speech  .  .  . 

HAT  movie  voices  remind  me 

Andy  Devine's  .  .  .  slate  pencil  on 

Bogie-man  Bogart's  .  .  .  rat-a-tat- 
tat  of  machine  guns. 

Billie  Burke's  .  .  .  the  tinkle  of  ice 
in  a  glass  of  sparkling  ginger  ale. 

Eugene  Pallette's  .  .  .  the  mournful, 
deep-throated  call  of  a  bullfrog. 

George  Sanders's  .  .  .  sudden  sharp 
crack  of  a  pistol  in  the  dead  o'  night. 

Clark  Gable's  ...  a  stout-hearted 
oak  resisting  a  stinging  nor'wester. 
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PHOTOPL.^Y  combined  u-ith  movie  mirros 

Here's  the  intimate  story  of 
a  man  millions  idolized.  lie 
fought  his  way  to  the  top— 
and  then  he  met  Herl  To- 
gether they  reveled  in  life 
and  love.  But  there  was  one 
secret  they  tried  to  keep 
from  each  other— and  out  of 
their  struggle  comes  one  of 
the  screen's  most  dramatic 
and  touching  romances.  Pre- 
sented by  Samuel  Goldwyn, 
who  gave  you  some  of  the 
Gnest  films  you've  ever  seen. 

SAMUEL  GOLDWYN  presents 







VELOZ  and  YOLANDA  •  RAY  NOBLE  and  his  Orchestra  •  Directed  by  SAM  WOOD 
Screen  Play  by  Jo  Swerling  and  Herman  J.  Mankiewicz 
Original  Story  by  Paul  Gailico  •  Released  through 
RKO  Radio  Pictures  Inc. 


f  PTEMBER.  1942 

Jni^lde  otuff 

ALICE  FAYE'S  Nurse  Speaking:  At 
five  o'clock  in  the  evening  of 
'  May  15,  1942,  a  turquoise  blue 
coupe  stopped  in  front  of  the  Cedars 
of  Lebanon  Hospital  in  Hollywood.  A 
tall  dark  man  with  wavy  brown  hair, 
dressed  in  brown  sport  clothes,  ten- 
derly helped  a  woman  from  the  car. 
She  wore  a  tan  cashmere  coat  over  a 
dark  blue  silk  dress.  A  blue  kerchief 
tied  around  her  head  kept  her  blonde 
curls  in  place. 

Slowly,  because  the  woman  was  in 
pain,  they  made  their  way  into  the 
hospital  and  to  the  admitting  office. 
The  man  registered  there  for  his  wife 
—Mrs.  Phil  Harris. 

That  was  on  Friday.  On  Sunday 
Mr.  Harris  had  to  leave  town,  to 
broadcast  from  an  Army  camp  fifty 
miles  away.  Still  no  baby!  But  no 
complaints  from  Alice,  though  her 
face  was  beginning  to  show  strain. 

At  last,  at  midnight  Monday,  the 
doctors  held  a  consultation  and  de- 
cided they  would  have  to  perform  a 
Caesarean  operation.  They  called  Mr. 
Harris  at  the  Biltmore  Bowl  and  he 
was  at  the  hospital  immediately, 
brought  from  downtown  by  police 

As  Alice  was  given  her  last  hypo- 
dermic before  surgery,  she  looked  up 
at  Mr.  Harris  and  said,  "Don't  leave 

me."  And  he  didn't.  Into  the  operat- 
ing room  he  went  and,  with  a  drawn 
and  haggard  face,  sat  quietly  until, 
at  2:40.  he  watched  his  daughter  come 
into  the  world. 

When  the  nursery  nurse  reported 
that  the  baby  weighed  7  pounds,  2^2 
ounces,  Mr.  Harris  began  passing  out 
cigars  to  all  the  doctors,  internes  and 
other  fathers  who  were  waiting.  Then 
he  dashed  to  the  telephone. 

Telegrams,  telephone  messages, 
flowers  began  to  pour  in.  The  first 
were  two  dozen  American  Beaut> 
roses  from  Mr.  Harris.  Ann  Sheridan 
and  Mr.  Brent  sent  dozens  of  white 
carnations.  In  the  middle  of  the  bou- 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  mo\ie  mikror 


Bigger  smiles  make  better  banquets! 
Bruce  Cabot  and  Dorothy  Lamour 
give  out  with  grins,  are  the  star  life 
of  the  party  at  the  Cocoanut  Grove 

Cuddle  up  a  little  closer,  just  for  a 
picture:  A  sailor  boy  (he's  her  husband. 
Buddy  Westmore!)  gets  together 
with  Rosemary  Lone  at  the  Mocambo 

iquet  was  a  white  woolly  lamb  with 
a  little  music  box  inside  that  played 
■'Merrily  We  Roll  Along." 

From  Mr.  Benny  and  Mary  Living- 
stone came  a  large  tray  with  hand- 
painted  glass  nursery  jars  holding 
roses    and    forget-me-nots.  Tucked 

'  under  the  flowers  was  a  cloth  monkey 
'dressed  in  bright-colored  clothes. 

Mr.  Clark  Gable  sent  a  large  bou- 
quet of  white  gladioli  and  long- 
stemmed  pink  roses.  There  was  a  doll 
-radle  filled  with  pink  sweet  peas  that 
played  Brahms's  lullaby;  a  doll  car- 
'■iage  with  pink  roses  and  lilies  of  the 
valley;  a  bird  cage  of  orchids;  a  pillow 

of  gardenias;  a  huge  bouquet  of  white 
lilacs  and  pink  carnations  from  Den- 
nis Day. 

For  five  days  Alice  was  so  ill  no  one 
but  her  husband  was  allowed  to  see 
her.  But  gradually  she  grew  stronger 
and  would  hold  the  baby  as  long  as 
the  nurse  would  allow  her  to. 

She  had  Mr.  Harris  bring  her  things 
from  home.  She  was  worried  about 
his  packing  them,  but  he  brought  all 
the  right  things — pale  pink  nighties 
and  bed  jackets  with  A.F.H.  in  pale 
blue;  a  white  chiffon  gown  with  gold 
lace;  a  pale  green  nylon  gown  and 
jacket;  her  perfume  bottles  and  silver 

toilet  set,  engraved  "Alice.' 

Her  engagement  ring  was  a  pear- 
shaped  diamond  and  her  wedding 
ring — which  she  insisted  be  left  on 
during  surgery — was  a  circle  of 

As  Mr.  Harris  was  to  leave  to  go 
on  tour  with  his  orchestra  on  Mon- 
day, June  1,  the  doctor  finally  con- 
sented that  Alice  be  discharged 
Sunday  noon. 

Miss  Faye  gave  the  nurses  who  took 
care  of  her  sets  of  cologne,  soap  and 
perfume  in  cases.  To  the  floor  nurses 
went  great  boxes  of  candy. 

Again    the    blue    turquoise  coupe 

iEPTEMBER,  1942 


cliche,  "Like 
like  daughter" 
and-new  slan^ 
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n  Gabin  come 
ax  Reinhardr 
production  o^ 
g  Becomes  Elec- 
in  which  Mar- 
daughter  Mario 
rt   (below,  as 
'a)  blossomec 
as  such  a  gooc 
ess  Paramount  im- 
tely  signed  he- 

came  to  the  hospital,  but  this  time  to 
the  ambulance  entrance.  Mr.  Harris 
carried  Alice  Faye  from  a  wheel  chair 
to  the  car,  then  took  the  baby  from 
the  nurse  and  gave  it  to  the  mother. 
Together  they  drove  away,  the  nurses 
following  in  another  car  with  the  bags 
and  presents. 

And  so  was  a  star's  baby  born. 

It's  the  Little  Things  Department: 

The  trailer  Guy  Kibbee  used  on  hunt- 
ing trips  is  now  used  as  a  card  room 
in  his  backyard,  with  the  followin 
sign  on  the  door:  "Be  it  ever  so  sta- 
tionary, there's  no  place  like  home." 
.  .  .  Bob  Stack  is  quite  a  dish  with 
his  blond  locks  dyed  dark.  It  gives 
him  oomph.  .  .  .  Sabu  had  his  tonsils 
out.  He  kept  his  turban  on,  however. 

Deanna  Durbin  will  not  sell  her 
house  while  husband  Vaughn  Paul  is 
in  the  Navy.  Her  sister,  brother-in- 
law  and  baby  have  moved  in  with 

Jimmy  Stewart  says  everyone  in 
Hollywood  looks  so  old  to  him  now 
that  he's  the  only  man  in  his  Army 
tent  who  has  to  shave  every  day.  .  .  . 
Some  wag  suggests  John  Howard 
must  be  hoarding  rubber  in  his  boots, 
the  way  he  bounced  back  to  Hedy 
LamaiT  after  the  George  Montgomery 

Back  Home  in  Glendale:  The  "For 
Sale  "  sign  on  Bette  Davis's  house  in 
near-by  Glendale  has  been  taken 
down  and  Bette  and  her  husband 
Arthur  Farnsworth  have  decided  to 

move  back  in— the  steenth  move  for 
Bette  in  a  few  short  years. 

Bette  explained  to  Cal  why  she  sud- 
denly changed  her  mind  after  of?ering 
to  sell  her  home. 

"If  I  sell  at  a  profit,  that  throws  me 
into  a  higher  tax  bracket,  so  I  lose 
money.  Obviously,  if  I  sell  at  a  loss 
I  take  a  loss.  If  I  live  anywhere  else, 
we  pay  high  rent.  So  we  finally 
realized  we  ought  to  live  in  our  house. 

"Anyway,  it's  the  best  house  we 
ever  had." 

But  don't  be  surprised  if  Bette  is 
somewhere  else  by  the  time  you  read 

Thought  We'd   Mention  That:  It 

may  mean  nothing  at  all  but  Lana 

Turner  brought  out  the  old  supply  of 
sweaters  before  embarking  on  a 
northern  bond-selling  tour,  and  did 
the  frozen  north  melt  into  a  bond- 
buying  spree!  Just  mentioned  it. 
girls,  that's  all. 

The  small  Arizona  auto  court  where 
Laraine  Day  and  her  new  husband 
Ray  Hendricks  spent  a  night  of  their 
honeymoon  has  been  renamed  "La- 
raine Day  Honeymoon  Cottage"  and 
is  doing  a  wow  business,  according  to 
its  owner. 

Those  two  pals  of  many  a  day.  Errol 
Flynn  and  Bruce  Cabot,  had  a  serious 
row  at  a  party  the  other  night  over  the 
beauty.  Faith  Dorn.  But  Miss  Dom 
still  protests  she's  engaged  to  Howard 
Hughes  who  is  so  enamoured  of  Lana 


PHOTOPLAY  combined  with  movie  mirrof 

New -Texture  Face  Powder 
Makes  Her  Skin  Look  Years  Younger! 

By  ts:^^^^C^^^ 

ONCE  THIS  lovely  girl  looked  quite  a 
bit  older.  Some  people  actually 
thought  she  was  approaching  middle  age. 

For  she  was  the  innocent  victim  of  an 
■unflattering  face  powder!  It  was  a  cruel 
■  powder,  both  in  texture  and  in  shade- 
showing  up  every  tiny  line  in  her  face— 
jaccenting  every  little  blemish  and  skin- 

A  (;,;'  morf  hrauliful  women  use  Lady  Esther 
Face  Prrrdcr  than  any  other  kind. 

tault— yes,  and  even  making  the  pores 
seem  somewhat  bigger,  coarser! 

But  look  at  her  now!  Can  you  guess 
her  age.?  Would  you  say  she  is21— 30— 35.' 

She  has  changed  to  Lady  Esther  Face 
Powder— the  powder  with  a  new  and  dif- 
ferent texture.  Lady  Esther  Powder  is 
deliberately  planned  to  flatter  the  skin,  to 
make  it  look  smoother,  fresher,  younger! 

Lady  Esther  Face  Powder  is  not  mixed 
or  blended  in  the  usual  way.  It's  blown 
by  TWIN  HURRICANES  until  it's  much 
smoother,  finer,  than  ordinary  powder. 

But  it's  not  the  texture  alone  that's  so 
different!  The  TWIN-HURRICANE  method 


makes  the  shades  different,  too!  Just  im- 
agine—hurricanes blow  the  color  into  this 
amazmg  powder!  That's  why  the  shades 
are  so  rich  and  glamorous.  That's  why 
Lady  Esther  Powder  makes  your  skin 
look  so  much  fresher,  younger. 

Try  this  hurricane-blended  face  pow- 
der! See  how  it  helps  hide  little  lines  and 
blemishes,  helps  hide  big  pores  and  even 
tiny  freckles!  See  how  it  gives  instant 
new  life  and  freshness  to  your  skin— how 
it  makes  your  skin  look  years  younger. 

How  to  find  your  Lucky  Shade 

Send  your  name  and  address  on  the  cou- 
pon below  and  you  will  receive  all  7  new 
shades  of  Lady  Esther  Face  Powder.  Try 
them  all!  When  you  come  to  the  one  that 
is  most  flattering  to  your  skin  you'll 
know  that  is  your  lucky  shade! 

Lady  Esther.  (7y) 

7134  West  65th  Street,  Chicago,  III. 
Please  send  me  by  return  mail  your  7  new 
shades  of  face  powder,  also  a  generous  tube 
of  4-Purpose  Face  Cream.  I  enclose  lOf  to 
cover  the  cost  of  packing  and  mailing. 

In  Canada,  write  Lady  Esther,  Toronto,  Ontann 

tPTEMiKk  1942 



New  Louisiana  Cafe  sees  a  couple 
with  news  to  tell:  Franchot  Tone 
and  his  wife  conne  to  celebrate  the 
fact  they'll  have  stork  business 

Threesome  turns  into  two  with  but 
a  single  thought.  Admiring  Claire 
Trevor  at  the  Cocoanut  Grove  are 
Phil  Reed  and  new  star  Glenn  Ford 

Turner  he  has  the  most  expensive 
Hollywood  restauranteur  cater  her 
meals  while  she's  aboard  planes — 
which  is  often. 

It  Occurred  to  Cal:  Columnists, 
fans  and  press  agents  can  now  take  a 
vacation  with  their  minds  at  rest  con- 
cerning the  marital  status  of  George 
Sanders.  "Is  he  or  isn't  he  married?" 
has  been  the  burning  question  tossed 
about  town  for  a  long  time. 

Well,  it's  over  now.  Mrs.  Sanders 
herself  came  forth  with  the  confirma- 
tion of  her  marriage  to  the  actor  at  the 
very  moment  Mr.  Sanders  was  being 
seen  here  and  thereabouts  with  a 
pretty  actress. 

''We  were  married  October  27,  1940, 
by  the  Reverend  Mr.  Glenn  Phillips 
in  the  Hollywood  Methodist  Church," 
she  said.  "And  I  have  no  thought  of 
divorce.  I'm  a  broad-minded  wife  and 
permit  my  husband  to  live  his  own 

"Permit"  seems  an  understatement 
to  Cal.  Fancy  dictating  to  old  Georgie 

Mrs.  Sanders  was  Elsie  M.  Poole, 
an  actress  professionally  known  as 
Susan  Larson.  The  pair  met  on  the 
Twentieth  Century-Fox  lot.  Mrs. 
Sanders  has  given  up  her  career  since 
her  marriage  to  George.  .  .  . 

Perhaps  when  Professor  Theodore 
C.  Flynn,  father  of  Errol,  arrives  in 
America  from  Ireland  for  a  lecture 
tour  this  summer,  he'll  resort  to  a 
little  private  lecture  for  his  son's  bene- 
fit on  How  Not  to  Get  Mad  at  People 
in  Public.  .  .  . 

Clark  Gable  in  his  uniform  of  Major 
in  the  Army  will  not  only  be  one  of 
the  handsomest  men  in  service,  but 
one  with  his  heart  cased  for  the  first 
time  since  Carole  Lombard's  death  in 
the  knowledge  he  is  being  useful  to 
his  country. 

Kiddies  Can  Help  Corner:  Children 
of  motion-picture  parents  have  caught 
the  spirit  of  war  activities  and  are 
eagerly  doing  their  bit  to  help.  The 
two  children  of  Dick  Powell  and  Joan 
Blondell,  for  instance,  are  conducting 
a  lemonade  stand  near  their  Selma 
Avenue  home,  with  the  proceeds  going 
into  War  Stamps.  Virginia  Bruce's 
daughter  is  a  rubber  and  old  tin  col- 
lector in  her  neighborhood  and  has 
already  accumulated  a  good-sized 

Joan  Bennett's  two  daughters  have 
foregone  their  usual  summer  vacation 
at  a  girls'  camp  to  join  the  Junior 
Auxiliary  of  the  A.W.V.S.  The  girls 
are  supervising  Victory  Gardens  and 
running  errands  for  the  senior  or- 

Sandra  and  Ronnie  Burns,  children 
of  George  and  Gracie,  have  asked  to 
be  allowed  to  speak  over  the  radio  to 
other  children,  asking  them  to  spend 
part  of  their  allowances  for  War 
Stamps,  and  Bob  Young's  two  girls 

are  eager  to  write  to  other  children 
throughout  the  States  who  might 
have  good  ideas  and  ways  to  help 
Uncle  Sam.  If  your  children  are  in- 
terested have  them  write  Carol  Ann 
and  Barbara  Queen  Young,  in  care  of 
their  father  at  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer 
Studios,  Culver  City,  CaUf.,  or  get  in 
touch  by  mail  with  any  of  the  stars' 
children  anent  this  idea. 

These  HoUj'wood  kids  are  reaUy  in 

Quotes    From   the    Famous:  Errol 

Flynn  on  his  shortcomings  as  a  hus- 
band: "Maybe  I'll  be  a  better  husband 
as  time  goes  on,  but  it  will  take  a  lot 
of  time." 

Victor  Mature  on  his  love  for  Rita 
Hay  worth:  "This  is  the  one  thing  in 
my  life  that  isn't  publicity.  Somehow 
I  feel  Rita  has  changed  my  whole  life." 

Laird  Cregar  on  gossip:  "Why  do 
people  take  the  trouble  to  spread 
rumors  behind  my  back?  They're  all 
true,  anyway." 


PHOTOPLAY   C077lbi7ied   with    MOVIE  MIRROi; 

''It's  from  Edna . . . 

She  and  Bob  have 

The  poor  darling!  I  thought 
they  were  as  good  as  engaged. 
What's  the  trouble?" 

"She  doesn't  give  any  specihi 
reason.  Just  says  that  he'd  been 
acting  indifferent  for  some  time- 
then  last  week  he  up  and  married  some- 
body else.  But  that  isn't  the  worst  of  it! 
She  lost  her  job  again." 

Aunt  Vi's  face  fell.  "It  doesn't  sound 
possible!  Every  letter  told  how  well  she 
was  doing.  Getting  such  a  nice  position 
seemed  our  reward  for  all  the  sacrifices 
we  made  to  put  her  through  college." 

Mrs.  Black's  hand  trembled:  "Well, 
there  it  is.  You  can  read  the  letter  your- 
self. Poor  dear." 

"But  doesn't  she  give  any  reason.?" 

"No,  just  says  that  Mr.  Brownley  told 
her  they  wanted  an  older  woman." 

"W'ell,  one  thing  I'm  certain  of,"  said 
Aunt  Vi,  with  finality,  "it  wasn't  Edna's 
fault.  It  simply  couldn't  be!" 

You  May  Not  Know 

But  it  'jvas  Edna's  fault  .  .  .  just  as  it 
can  be  the  fault  of  countless  other  wom- 
en. And  like  so  many  of  these  women, 
Edna  was  the  last  to  suspect  it. 

Halitosis  (bad  breath)  may  endanger 
every  social  charm,  every  business  talent. 

The  insidi- 
o  u  s  thing 
about  it  is  that 
the  victim  may 
not  be  aware  of  its 
presence.  Who  would  blame 
a  man  for  losing  interest  in  a  woman, 
or  an  employer  for  "easing  out"  an  em- 
ployee with  that  kind  of  a  breath? 

Don't  Risk  Offending 

Isn't  it  foolish  to  run  the  risk  of  offend- 
ing this  way  when  there  is  an  easy  and 
delightful  precaution  against  it? 

Simply  rinse  the  mouth  with  Listerine, 
notable  for  its  amazing  antiseptic  power. 
Almost  immediately  the  breath  becomes 
fresher,  sweeter,  less  likely  to  offend. 

While  some  cases  of  halitosis  are  of 
systemic  origin,  it  is  the  opinion  of  some 

authorities  that 
most  cases  are 
caused  by  bacterial  fer- 
mentation of  tiny  food  particles  on  teeth, 
mouth  and  gum  surfaces. 

Listerine  Antiseptic,  because  it  is 
liquid,  spreads  far  and  quickly  halts  such 
fermentation,  then  overcomes  the  odors 
that  fermentation  causes.  If  you  want  to 
put  your  best  foot  forward,  never,  never 
omit  the  Listerine  Antiseptic  precaution. 
Lambert  Pharmacal  Co.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


We'll  make  a  liule  wayer  with  you  that  if 
you  try  one  tuhe  of  the  new  Listerine 
Tooth  Paste,  vou'll  cotne  back  for  more. 

LISTERINE  ANTISEPTIC  for  oral  hygiene 

SEPTEMBER.  1942  13 


.  .  .  There's  nothing  like 
a  man  around  the  house 
during  those  long  winter 
nights,"  sighs  Liz  Cugat 
(Betty  Field).  "After  all, 
whom  else  could  we  girls 


The  Bride  Sneezed:  Margaret  Hayes 
debated  a  long  time  about  attending 
the  theater  with  t