The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

162 HANDS TALK IN 7-DAY MANICURE TEST Test proves Chic Nail Polish equal to "salon" polishes costing 75c or more This test was made with Chic, costing only 10c, on one hand and an expensive "salon" polish on the other. The polishes were supplied in plain unlabeled bottles, simply marked "A" and "B." The women testing them did not know which was which. "A" — expensive "salon" polish "B"— Chic Nail Polish After 7 days' wear the results show — 81% find Chic equal to costly salon polishes or better . . . and two out of three of them say Chic is actually better and give definite reasons for saying so ! This test proved to them that Chic Nail Polish applied evenly and did not crack or peel . . . that Chic retained its color ... that its luster was of lasting quality. You can make this simple test yourself and discover a really fine polish for only 10c. 5 CHIC SHADES CLEAR PINK CORAL RUBY DEEP •ALSO. ChicCreme Polish Chic Cuticle Remover Chic Polish Remover Chic Oily Polish Remover AT THE 10c STORES Hollywood Day by Day legged dolls, staring' vacantly from every corner. . . . And we're just willing to bet that somewhere in that lovely home is something the modern girl has neglected in the past few years ... a hope chest! Don't disillusion us, Mary. How about it? Katharine Hepburn gave the photographers another swell break when she' sat all through the performance with both hands over her famous face! If she only knew it, the flashlight boys wouldn't be half so interested if Katie just sat quietly and let them have their way with her. It's the ludicrous contortions she goes through that endear her (as a subject) to their photographic hearts. It just occurred to us . . . d'you suppose . . . ? Why, Katie, . . . aren't you the smart one! Out by the animal cages, Cary Grant and Jack Oakie made the most gosh-aivful faces at the monkeys, who returned the salutes ivith dead pans that would have made Buster Keaton green with envy! • With Dick Powell far, far away, Mary Brian has been going places with a tall, dark and handsome lad who might be the original answer to any fortune teller's prediction! Powell's new home is nearly finished, and, before he left on a personal appearance tour, it did look as though Mary was the obvious picture for that particular frame. But, now . . .? Oh, well , . maybe "dark 'n handsome" is just a second cousin from Texas? • On the "Bengal Lancers" set, Director Henry Hathaway was daring "Cracker" Henderson to pet a dangerous looking leopard. "Phooey!" Cracker sniffed. "I should commit suicide!" "He won't hurt you," the trainer assured the timorous Cracker. "His teeth are all out." "Maybe so," Henderson argued, "but he's still got gums!" m If we can eat crackers in bed, then Herbert Mundin has a perfect right to an idiosyncrasy or two. At the Assistance League luncheon, Mundin chose an obscure table, as far from the chattering crowd as possible, explaining that he liked to eat in silence. And then, the first thing he ordered from the waitress was ... a double serving of celery! Some fun on the M-G-M lot these days! In the new Gable-Crawford opus, Joan is supposed to slap Clark's face, whereupon the impulsive lad hauls her across his knee (Adrian model and all!) and dishes out a right smart ker-walloping with an old-fashioned hair brush ! Just before the "take," Joan approache'd Gable beseechingly. "Listen, pal," she bargained, "you go easy with me, and I'll do the same for your slap. How's about it?" "Nothing doing!" Clark objected. "Slam away, me proud beauty, and expect no quarter from this end!" (Continued from page 7) "0. K, then," Joan shrugged. "I can take it!" Came the "take." Came Clark's rough speech. Pulling back the old "right," Crawford yanks a hefty slap from her top hair and plants it on the Gable button. Wham ! Coming out of a near tail-spin, Clark snaps the rough lady into position across his knee and grabs the hair brush. It's a scene that the M-G-M gang will never forget . . . and least of all, Joan Crawford. Bam ! . . . Bam ! . . . BAM ! Here come the British ! And you can leave Joan out of your early morning canters for some time to come! Director Lowell Sherman plans to have a lot of fun when "Night Life of the Gods" has finished production. We wondered what Universal would do with all the statues, made especially for this picture and copied from living models in the cast. A lot of suggestions were offered, but Sherman's idea seems to be the most fitting. "After the picture is finished," he whispered confidentially, "I'm going to find some friend to help me distribute these plaster atrocities on somebody's lawn!" Our Eskimo brothers have a quaint way of expressing their admiration for favorite movie stars. Instead of saying it with flowers, they say it with a husky Eskimo dog. And if you think those hefty animals aren't hard on groceries, just ask Marian Nixon, one of the latest recipients of an Alaskan husky! • Elizabeth Allan is suffering from a bad case of mistaken identity. Before Mrs. Bob Montgomery annexed the likable Bob, her name was "Elizabeth Allen," too. The befuddled fans have managed to get our Elizabeth and Bob's Elizabeth all tangled up with each other, with the result that the actress has been deluged with fan mail, telling her what a lucky woman she is to have such a handsome, dashing husband, how does romance stand the strain of working with her own lord and master? And stuff. As our Elizabeth has a perfectly good husband of her own, she has asked us to give her a lift in straightening out the difficulty. The other day, Clark Williams, Universal player, received a wire addressed to his Scottie, George. The wire read: "Dear George . . . Hamburgs and open house Sunday . . . Bring Clark along, (signed) : Mike & Pete." P.S. Mike and Pete are two Scotties belonging to Henry Hull! John Beat, playing the title role of "The Little Minister," had an embarrassing experience in the RKO lunchroom this week. It seems that the pants of the period were built for neither speed nor comfort, and when John made the big mistake of stooping over to pick up something . . . the inevitable happened! Frantically, he whispered in Katharine Hepburn's ear. Deftly, our Katie stepped into position behind him and, holding out her voluminous gypsy skirts, the two of them did a neat "lock-step" out of the place, heading for John's dressing Speaking of tennis, Charles Butterworth is enjoying a right smart feud with Director Al Neuman, his next door neighbor. Al and Charlie have a pair of the best courts in the film colony and it's a daily battle to see which of them can inveigle the most high-powered players onto their respective courts. When Al has a match in progress, Charlie sends scouts over to snoop around and report on the assembly. And, when Dead-Pan Butterworth corners a few tennis celebrities, Al does likewise. It's all in fun, of course, as Al and Charlie get together for a set or two themselves, now and again. But, the last time we looked at the score board, Butterworth was leading by virtue of one Hymn of Victory, written especially for him, by Oscar Hammerstein! Ted Healy is a downright rebel when it comes to dressing according to the Marquis of Queensbury rules. Trousers, coat and vest (when he wears one) never match, and from all we can find out, it was ever thus! The other day, Ted was calling on Frank Fay, dressed as usual, like a wagon driver for the Salvation Army. Frank stood it as long as he could. Then, dragging Healy into his bedroom, he pulled a brand new, smartly cut suit from his wardrobe and said: "Listen, pal . . . I like you because you're a swell guy and I can't help it. But, so help me, if you don't shuffle out of that jig-saw puzzle you call a suit and put this on . . . well, it's the end of a beautiful friendship!" And Ted's been wearing the suit ever since, tickled to death with himself, too! Chin in hands, elbows on knees, Cora Sue Collins sat pensively contemplating the morning paper. Finally she heaved a deep sigh. "Mother," she announced decidedly, "I'm getting worried about Miss Garbo. The paper says she's just had her twenty-eighth birthday and she isn't married yet. I'm afraid she's going to be an old maid if she doesn't hurry up!" • Ken Maynard's chauffeur has a cute little four-year-old daughter who thinks that Ken's ideas are just about as right as anyone's could be. Out of a clear sky, the youngster began refusing1 ice cream, candy, milk, etc., and demanding raiv vegetables and fruit. After puzzling their heads over this strange behavior for days, it finally developed that the tot had overheard her idol express himself vehemently on the subject of "fat xoomen" . . . and the poor kid ivasn't taking any chances! • Wallace Beery's tiny daughter has been having more fun on the "Mighty Barnum" sets these days. Not realizing that they are adults, Carol Ann follows the midgets around, asking them to play dolls with her and drink milk, as she does! 64 The New Movie Magazine, January, 1931