Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

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Fiction Version by Frances Barr Matthews A Paramount Picture. Directed by John Farrow. Screen play by Frank Butler. Based on a play by Archibald Forbes. Copyright, 1943, by Paramount Pictures, Inc. THE CAST Carolyn Loretta Young Mr. Jones Alan Ladd Johnny William Bendix First Brother Philip Ahn Tan Ying Jessie Tai Sing 52 JONES had no interest in this ChineseJap war. He was a neutral American selling neutral oil to whatever side would buy it and to heck with the destiny of China. But Carolyn Grant was another matter. He had found her, standing with her arms around a group of young Chinese girl students, on a bombswept road one stormy night and despite his better judgment had let her and her charges fide along with him and his pal Johnny Sparrow in their truck. He had explained to her how he felt about this war business and in reply had gotten only a coolly contemptuous look from her and a scornful grin from her Chinese companion, Lin Wei, whose brother Lin Cho was head of China's guerrilla fighters. He had an appointment in Shanghai, Jones kept reminding himself, and under no consideration was he going to do what Carolyn asked — take her and her charges to safety at Chungtu. But the discovery of Tan Ying's disappearance from the group of Chinese students settled that question tem porarily. Near the road along which they were driving her old parents had a farm and the girl, overcome at the thought of leaving them to face the oncoming Japs alone, had jumped from the truck and rushed back to them. So it was that Jones found himself, with Carolyn beside him, driving into the farmyard of Tan Ying's parents. At the house their eyes met horror. Lying in a pool of blood was Tan Ying's father, sprawled across the doorstep were the bodies of her mother and the Chinese refugee baby, Donald Duck. From the interior came a sudden scream. Carolyn and Jones froze, then dashed in the direction of the sound. Three Japs, emerging from the inner room, met them. Jones nodded to Carolyn to go to Tan Ying, then, hand on the machine gun, he faced the grinning features. "You American!" said one. "Then everything all right. Japanese and Americans good friends. Yes?" "Yeah — sure," said Jones softly, a curious smile on his lips, a faraway look on his face . . . photoplay combined with movie mirror. July. 1943