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hey, look! we're dancin'!
(conti'nued)
Marge and Gower Champion captivate (from extreme left of circle) Billy De Wolfe, Mona Freeman, Bonnie, Rhonda Fleming, Reba, Nancy Olson, Don and Marion DeFore.
Alan Ladd and Mona Freeman catch on quickly when the sparkling Champions take them in hand. Marge and Gower, who are Mr. and Mrs., will be with Crosby in Mr. Music.
Rhonda Fleming quietly reads as Bob yearns. (See preceding page.)
Billy De Wolfe grabbed both of us for partners. "Can't leave one of you sitting while I waltz with the other," explained the gallant fellow, "so I'll just dance with the two of you."
The skill with which he managed to step on all four of our feet at once was remarkable. So we remarked on it. He modestly attributed this talent to the fact that he'd first learned to dance wearing snowshoes. We immediately looked down and were rather surprised to find he wasn't still wearing them. »
At this point, in came Richard Haydn, the English comedian-character actor who achieved his ambition to be a director with Miss Tatlock's Millions and Dear Wife — and now is to direct Mr. Music. He looked distastefully about him at some of the unskilled contortions going on and his directorial genius started coming to the fore.
"No, no, no, no!" he admonished. "No! You're all much too stiff. Put your imaginations to work. Let your feet dramatize what your faces are saying, and vice versa."
He darted over to a corner where a pair of dummies, a lady and a gentleman, lay sprawled. Lifting the lady dummy, he embraced her and began to demonstrate. His facial expressions ran a hilarious gamut from super-sophisticated boredom to passionate amour, and his feet always seemed to be in the appropriate mood, though don't ask us to describe exactly how.
Mona Freeman then attempted the Haydn technique. She picked up the gentleman dummy and piloted him across the floor. She wound up by hurling him to the floor and sitting lovingly on .his lap. "Splendid," said Haydn, "but do try to bear in mind you're not in a wrestling ring."
"My emotions just ran away with me," explained Mona — whose emotions, and those of Billy De Wolfe, will shortly be on view in Dear Wife.
Alan Ladd now popped in from the United States Mail set. He gazed keenly at Mona's dummy — then went over for a closer look. "I thought so!" he said triumphantly. "This is the fella I drilled in my last picture. See?" And he pointed to a bullet hole in the side of the wooden head.
"Eek!" cried Mona. "I've been dancing with a dead man!"
"That's what girls usually say to me," said Haydn bitterly.
Alan, a dreamy dancer, needed no coaching. While we really do love Billy De Wolfe, we did turn slightly green with envy when Alan twirled across the room in perfect step with Marge Champion.
Nancy Olson, after a mad, samba with Gower Champion, decided to sit the next one out. Thanking Billy prettily for his attentions, we plopped down beside her. {Continued on page 79)
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