The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

News of the Younger Hollywood Set lOS ANGEL£S a,t|PORNiA Dear -py: '!JaC'rtalnl7 39«^ ami $ z »<m m :nd the oid f "V*« We keep our promises. The junior stars themselves have written this for you. The letter below is easy enough — but can you read the "rebus" at the left? u oeaoh the other W „ •"»£,.< *h. s0. 5'3° thl3 «*» mg ft, two W8 #■ •°*W*« utt town at «bfcLthe«.Se*...(bnff trekked *nd aft. T>^ **■ n -« thT "•<*«■ ! forgoi t0°k « Mt of brldge A th ^ * g0^; -•«• b.,0^, got th. fj, *— T'IV W8 Piled on 2. „ «» from Y b9ach js ^ of «>o.. it aChS«nother,.ndl.odefi 1that| 2 V8«ice,w./^ -a LOS we went la .and fell. Sheridan. --^ .-2 «" fisted for en Coo6»» and Fun . vnor or .and then Gv»en . ..and w» '^ -ted fo.W «* Win.!** X ^S{1;fAmf*-l»ff) ^ and while ^0U a^...^ nad 3 0»e mother* H=\ -p **?cJ:^ d " * J rates a U«»jB#1ft , Ride down Broad_ *«rf «••* anV _B,Get ■en**"01* . «i30 had have «J-3U fan. .»■■•«»■• „, .Did -you aovm Broad Dick Winslow, who wrote the puzzling letter at the left. r-tape ,r, one &* 9ee an, *«• »* wlth tic«r fl set s^oviereo ,.? »*a set ^^ Have an W6*^0*' „e,U all fTT.' *-~ have • ^-m& Don "experiences.^ on t^e' 1,1 „_M romanc eroes-counrty t^if V0^d'V°U L w»a dowri of ^13 UBl ab in Bob nil) T0oBro«n--»9 ,and I'» up he snould-ve ^di(3>is dome , „. before w W6 ,e dern tW« prob »bi-y so in tn« ff-®* w». tlninS or^^B;;;hoPeit-3 . - ' A -in about bo nurry uv f°r 9 S ^-ven-.jone^ ^V°U6et|L;-e -n°tW aver,P^ a,. bope ^» «> -••' " •• . . ._ ^ai^c" • • -n° ver7 pleaeant ,oa..l,u SOt IV ■ioe P» banda ..."V HENRY WILLSON, our regular correspondent, decided to take a trip to New York. So, in his absence, his friends Dick Winslow and Ben Alexander have turned out this column for you. Dick you have seen in "Flirtation Walk" and "There's Always Tomorrow," and Ben — grown up now — is the famous child actor of silent film days. The young fellows and girls referred to by their first names in the letter at the left are all junior Hollywood stars — Jackie Coogan, Grace Durkin, Clara Lou Sheridan, Gwendolyn Gilly, Robbin Ainsley, Trent Durkin, Frank Losee, Ida Lupino, Bob Hoover, and Tom Brown. And, here is Ben's letter: Dear Henry: — Family tradition has it that I have been known to write but one letter in my lifetime. With one possible exception (one day circumstances forced me to forge my father's name to a badly scribbled note explaining my absence from school) I should say the claim is quite true. And, were it not that events here in Hollywood demand your attention, I should not think of spoiling so enviable a record. However, understanding your craving for news, I have let down and will endeavor to satisfy your thirst with forty or sixty pages of "Who's doing what and where in Hollywood." Pal, this sudden urge of yours to train-hop to the bright-lights and ticketscalpers has caused you to miss out on a lot of swell parties : Here's one that was a nifty. You remember Bob Hoover? Oh, of course you do, you know, "Scion of prominent Beverly Hills Family Grabbed for Flickers." Well, Bob had been planning this giddy whirl for some time, everything was set, all the gang invited, and everyone had set that night aside to give it the works, swim, eat, dance, eat again, etc. Now get this: The day before the big party, Hoover was coming back from Catalina in their boat and when he got to the landing forgot how to stop the thing. Instead of waiting for it to run out of gas or something, guess what he did (this'll kill you Graham) he sticks his foot in the fly-wheel. After they had run the engine backwards for about ten minutes they finally get his leg out and rushed it (Bob too) to the hospital. The next day, Bob lying in bed with his leg suspended from the ceiling, tried to phone the gang and call the party off, but no soap. We're not going to let a little thing like a crushed leg interfere with our party. We all hollered like blazes and he had the party. I won't dwell long on the party. Mr. and Mrs. Hoover, pinch-hitting for Bob as hosts, were delightful in their roles and completely baffled me with their ability to be everywhere at once. I have a list here of those present and will pick out a few names at random so you can see just what you missed. Sue Carol heads the stack followed by Jackie Wells — Helen Mack — Anita Louise and Tommy — Jack Coogan — Toby Wing (yes, that's still going)— Eric Linden — George Woolcott — Howard Wilson and Hen — Hey what's this, it says you were there and were the guest of honor too — "Honoring Mr. Henry Willson, Mr. Willson is leaving for New York tomorrow." Well, I can't help it. If Gwynne Pickford hadn't been there I might have seen you but as it was I didn't see any one. Fogive-me. Arlene Judge — just say that name over to yourself a couple of times and see if it doesn't do something to you. It does me, makes me think of Coney Island — airplane time-tables — dough in my pocket — Harpo Marx as president — fun in a mad house — lion hunting with tennis racquets. There is something about Judge Jr., that I can never express, she looks always as if she were about to jump through a base drum, or skate through a church, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if some day she suddenly vanished into thin air. But enough of this, I'm sure you've gathered by now that I think she is tops. We collided on the street the other day and she announced she was about to go to school. After the obvious "Well, its about time" from me she explained that as a matter of fact she and Anita Louise, Tom Brown and Frank Albertson were all going to school together, that it was Fox's idea and they were calling the result "Bachelor of Arts." For your information, Willson, it is John Erskine's latest book, and if that unholy-four will stay in one place long enough to be photographed it should be a pip. Drove sixty miles the other day to watch the Paramount company shooting "Lives of a Bengal Lancer." On arriving, found the entire company pitching pennies while the corps of second assistants scoured the hills looking for Gary Cooper and Dick Cromwell. Cooper had just gotten a new high-powered rifle with telescopic sights. Now a few notes copied off my cuff — Polly Ann Young and Bill Bakewell still holding hands — The very newest heat wave is Judith Allen and Don Cook — Ginger and Lew have given up ping-pong for bowling — Please send us all a lot of postcards with a X marking your room then come on home — On second thought, just send the cards. Regards, Ben Alexander. 40 The New Movie Magazine, January, 1935