Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1944)

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Turhan doesn't drink any more — not a drop — but when he was a young boulevardier in Europe he took a turn at the vin rouge. He used to smoke strong Turkish cigarettes, too, but he gave that up and sticks to pipes now. The reason for this and his slowed-down athletic life, too, is an overstrained heart he got somewhere or other, possibly from looking at Parisian bright lights too long in his youth. Of course, it wasn't all fun and frolic that Turhan Bey grew up on. His mother, separated from his father, was sensible about getting him exposed to good sense, and at twenty-one Turhan knew his history, science and politics, being surrounded by the last all his young life. He and his mother both were able, by the way, to see the war coming in Europe and make tracks for the Land of the Free in time. One of Turhan's serious interests tipped him off early about German plans for world fireworks, too. That was when he trekked off on an expedition to Siberia — financing most of it himself, too — supposedly to uncover archeological secrets. A German professor headed the junket, and it turned out he was more interested in uncovering deposits of iranium for warmaking purposes than he was in the bones of extinct mammals! At one time in his life Turhan worked up a big interest in uncovering ancient ruins and relics, going once into Tibet and another time digging all around Egypt and India. He was never any mere addle-headed young playboy, even if he did like his fun where he found it. no time for money . . . You might think all that wealth and easy upbringing would have spoiled Turhan like milk in July and made him so money conscious that he'd vibrate every time a dollar bill went by. However, outside of giving him an absolutely charming courtliness of manner and worldly wisdom, the damage from the first is absolutely negligible, and as for money— the guy just doesn't consider the stuff worth setting a match to. It's nice, of course, but he just can't be bothered about it. For instance, last year Turhan paid his income tax without claiming a single deduction! He has pushed all mere money matters off on his secretary, Paul Richards. He'll even take Paul along when he's going to have an expensive evening, just so Paul can pay the check, a tiresome act which distresses Turhan immeasurably. Paul has talked him into an allowance by now, because with that auto weakness of his, Turhan was quite likely to stroll down Hollywood Boulevard for some pipe cleaners and come back with a couple of motor cars he fancied. But Turhan's disdain of heavy sugar can't really be cured. He vetoed all involved investment plans to get rich the minute his salary went up to respectable figures. He told Paul just to pay all the bills— without bothering him with them, please — and to sock all the rest in War Bonds. On top of this high scorn of riches, Turhan is generous to a fault. When he first fit on the Universal lot, he caused a mild sensation by practically stripping himself naked every time somebody paid him a compliment. First off, a casual acquaintance admired a lovely gold and ostrichskin cigarette case he was toting. "You like it?" beamed Turhan. "Then please accept it." And he slipped it in the astonished guy's coat pocket. Next someone who wasn't hep at all, complimented him on a wrist watch. Off it came. Gloria Jean made the mistake of praising a Paisley scarf Turhan wore. He promptly untied it and put it around her neck. He dished out pipes, ties, coats — everything anyone happened to compliment. By now Mrs. Alexander Williams Biddle Two distinguished American families dating back to Colonial times were united when Elizabeth Onderdonck Simms married Alexander W. Biddle. There is aristocracy about Mrs. Biddle's looks, too — her complexion is so delicate, her care of it so fastidious. "I have a 1-Minute Mask with Pond's Vanishing Cream regularly — three or four times a week," she says. "The Mask has a genius for making my skin look clearer, fresher — and even lighter !' Mrs. Biddle is devoted to the 1-Minute Mask icith Pond's Vanishing Cream How to make your skin look fresher and smoother First — Cover your face generously — except near the eyes — with cool, silky Pond's Vanishing Cream. Time this Mask— leaving on one minute for the cream's "keratolytic" action to work. Then tissue off. Unflattering, powder-catching little roughnesses and stubborn dirt particles are loosened and dissolved! You can't help being impressed with this quick-time complexion re-styling! The "most perfect" skin looks even clearer, feels softer. And make-up goes on so smoothly ! Of course, you know Mrs. Biddle and other society beauties use Pond's Vanishing Cream as a make-up base, too ! Just smooth a very light film over your skin — and leave it on. IMPORTANT! Conserve glass, manpower — buy one large jar of Pond's instead of several smaller ones. THE MORE WOMEN AT WORK— THE SOONER WE WINl 103