Modern Screen (Dec 1940 - Nov 1941)

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He hates parties, rhnmbas and cocktails. A dyed in the wool sonr-pnss? Far from it! Jnst Bob Cnmmings. a gny with different ideas who's found a new and thrilling way of life Fun is where you This is, let me sound the warning right at the start, a different kind of story because Robert Cummings is an unusual sort of fellow. He doesn't talk about any of the things that actors commonly discuss, but about flying, about conscription, about the fact that Hollywood is not a democracy, about his theory of how peace will come. In everything he said, there were overtones of a different perspective, a new awareness of what is important and what isn't. We were lunching at Eaton's Ranch the day we talked, driving the few miles from the studio to the Ranch in Bob's dark red sports job (top down) which has, amazingly enough, the right-hand drive, Englishwise. "Made for the English market;" Bob explained. "Now, of course, they're not shipping them over and BY GLADYS HALL. Bob says he has two pets, Spinach III, his plane, and Susie Q, a ring-tailed monkey. have a lot of them on their hands. Consequently, I was able to get this one for $600 less than the regulation price." Smart? Yes. Very. We lunched in the enclosed patio at Eaton's, and Bob, to my astonishment, ordered nothing but fresh fruits and vegetables! "Ha," I said, "gastronomically abnormal, I see! I'm used to red-meat-eating actors. Bob Taylor always eats steak for luncheon; George Raft does, too; Clark Gable—" Bob laughed. "I lead the clean life! Matter of fact, we are vegetarians, Viv and I," ("Viv" being Mrs. Robert Cummings, nee Vivian Janis, these past five years) "except when we have guests. Then we join them over the fatted calf or barbecued beef, feeling like cannibals. And we're dyspeptic for days thereafter! "We really do lead an abnormal life. We never go to night clubs except under pressure from the publicity department, and we only succumb to that a couple of times a year. Then we go to the Victor Hugo and have a whirl at doing a kind of a rhumba. We don't know what the inside of Chasen's looks like, or Ciro's. That's being abnormal, in Hollywood! We're not chummy with very many picture people. Most of our friends are fliers and my best friend out here is my lawyer and manager. I don't drink, ever. I smoke very seldom. We rarely go to the movies. We never go to the races or to the polo matches. We spend all of our spare time flying. "Viv is as abnormal for a girl as I am for a man. She can't be persuaded to buy a piece, of jewehy or even a new dress, except when actual necessity dictates. She'd rather spend her time making out a chart for our week-end trip. Just how much baggage we'll be carrying, how much time we'll spend here or there, exactly what minute of what hour we should be flying over this or that river or mountain range, visibility, ceiling, head winds and cloud conditions — all that sort of thing must be written down in easy, legible form