Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

MARIAN By FAITH BALDWIN AND she'd like you to understand that she's serious when she says "self-made." L Not that she doesn't give full credit to her i'dis: coverers," to the people who have helped her, to the sister whose "sacrifice" has been so widely publicized. She does. She gives them all full credit and a lot of gratitude. But she feels that it is a little unfair, and something of a handicap, to start out on a career, in which she believes with all her heart, as a sort of legend ; as a sort of Cinderella person, a charming automaton, shoved around and pushed into the limelight by a whole lot of interested hands. I sat at breakfast with her in the living room of her suite in a New York hotel. The windows were wide and gave out on a glorious view of Central Park and the lake. It was nine o'clock. Marian was up and dressed, of course — dressed in a very attractive blue frock, her blond hair loose and lovely about her shoulders and she was all made up, for as soon as breakfast was over and I had gone she would be out and away to pose for pictures. She's pretty, of course. We all know that. But there is something very unexpected about her, quite aside from her delightful coloring, and her wide, very straightforward eyes that are not blue and not grey and not green. "Cat's eyes," she called them, laughing, when I asked her, earnestly, their exact color. SHE has great poise for seventeen. For almost any age. She has none of the awkward, restless gestures of youth. She does not giggle, she is not slangy, and she has a very attractive speaking voice — low, a little deep, with the faintest trace of a British accent, softened by a tropical sun. And if this description sounds a little insane I will explain at once that Marian Marsh was born in Trinidad in the British West Indies. At breakfast with us was Marian's mother. I will call her Mrs. Marsh for convenience, but Marsh is not her name any more than it is Marian's. Mrs. Marsh is as unlike the usual stage or motion picture mother as it is possible to be. She is tall and young-looking, with dark ♦ ♦ ♦ In answer to the many stones about the true responsibility for Marian's meteoric success (Left) Marian Marsh and William Powell in a scene from "The Road to Singapore." Since John Barrymore chose Marian for the role of Trilby she has been greatly in demand. You'll be seeing her in "Five Star Final" and in the leading role in "Poor Little Ritz Girl." (Right) Marian, when she was a baby, with her nurse. This picture was taken in Trinidad. (Left) A picture of a very happy family, taken quite recently. That's Marian's mother between the two girls, Marian and Jean Fenwick. George and Ed are standing just behind. Jean has adopted) the name of Fenwick because it was the name of an old family friend. hair, and eyes like Marian's. She has an exceptionally serene face ; the face of a woman who has been very happy. She has a delightful accent, more strongly marked than Marian's. She has a quiet sense of humor. I like her a lot. I understood Marian much better after talking with her mother ; and we talked together a good deal, for Marian was called to the telephone at least six times in the two hours I spent with them. Both Marian and her mother (Continued on page 120) 51