Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

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But in no time at all she had them under her thumb and exchanging recipes. I'll never forget a visit I made to Mae's fantastic apartment in Hollywood. That luscious nude of herself in the front room, all the white rugs and things and artificial flowers all over the room with the real ones dying to be picked outside in the sun. Mae swished up in a slinky negligee and a cloud of perfume that almost knocked me over. Then in from the next apartment wafted a strong odor of — onion soup! That somehow spelled Mae to me — sexy and high falutin' for the act — but plain as a pot of soup underneath. I can get sad when I think of ravishing Jean Harlow, the fatal beauty who had a horrid time out of her fame and finally died because she couldn't say "No" to the army of parasites who lived her life for her. And poor Bill Powell, whom she loved so much before she died and who put a gardenia in her hand when she lay cold and quiet. I can get blue about a lot of memories — Charlie Chaplin's kiddie sex cutups through the years to stain the name of a great artist— Errol Flynn's indiscretions, too, because he's such a charming blarney peddler under it all— Poor Lupe Velez's way out, which wasn't like her and still a puzzle to me — and the strange death of Thelma Todd. But there are chuckles and grins to balance. I think of Ann Sothern's excited Hollywood debut, when, as Harriet Lake, M-G-M called her into the recording studio and she thought she was making a big test for a part. Only to step in a movie house a little later, see a Pete Smith canine short and hear her voice dubbed in as "Mrs. Dog!" Ha! I can still see the consternation on Jean Arthur's face when the governor of Arizona introduced her at a big banquet as "Miss Gene Autry!" Well, it was always that way in this off-the-beam, custard-pie town. As for getting bigger and better— well— the late Tom Mix still holds the record for the biggest salary check ever cashed in this town and he had the greatest army of fans. Good old Tom — he was Hollywood right in the flesh— with all its poses but its basic virtues, too. I loved the hard-bitten, battlescarred gent— and he was one— and I remember when Tom brought his last wife to the massive Beverly Hills mansion his riches had bought. She was an ex-circus acrobat and nobody knew Tom was married again until they saw this gal in pink tights out tumbling on the front lawn. Somebody called him on the phone. "Who is that lady doing cartwheels on your lawn, Tom?" they asked. "That ain't no lady," barked Tom, "that's my wife!" Just like the old vaudeville wheeze. I don't know who .owns Tom Mix's big mansion now. But not long ago a very dignified event was held there — a tea honoring Madame Secretary Frances Per kins of President Roosevelt's cabinet, and some other visiting Washington big shots About all that remains of Tom's glory in the great house, I noticed, is the bell-cord that hangs in the parlor. I remember when Tom wove that bell cord out of hi beloved horse, Tony's, tail. I had to snigger — and I'll bet Tom had a snigger with me, somewhere up in the Last Round Up — to think that the cord that rang for Madame Perkins' tea was — old Tony's tail! Sic transit gloria mundi — as the Latin scholars say, which liberally translated means: "Anything can happen in this crazy world!" Only, in Hollywood you can double that in spades! FREE OFFER! 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