Modern Screen (Jul-Dec 1945)

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An Olympic fencing champ, his new pic, "Captain From Castile," will be another rogue role a la Doug Fairbanks, Sr. That "rest" at Palm Springs got his second play completed; the first, "Legend," hits B'way this spring. Cornel loves yodeling, "That's no blonde, that's my wife!" She was B'way's Pat Blake, but tests for two major studios list her as P. Knight. C's okayed the plans, thinks she's "swell actress." by Nancy Winslow Squire ■ Cornel Wilde came rampaging into the world, in New York City, several weeks before his surprised mother expected him; he dashed through high school in three years and finished his college course (premedic) in three years. He fell in love at first sight, and acted promptly — that he wasn't married three days later can't be charged against him, on account of marriage is a two-party system. He's a perfectionist — a trait first revealed at the age of eight. At that tender period, having taken piano lessons for eight months, he was called upon by his teacher to participate in a recital. His older sister also was to perform. She protested bitterly. "He'll disgrace us, that's what!" she moaned, little dreaming that he was to be our generation's Frederic Chopin. Cornel, a shy and bashful boy, thought this over and decided that he would render his part of the program with a perfection never before seen in one so young. When, as the youngest musician playing, he marched out on the platform, he was given a round of applause. He figured that this was recognition of his mother's supreme (Continued on page 82) 55