Picture Play Magazine (1938)

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When lunch time came, Clark asked them where they ate. "There's a fancy place at the airport that might suit you" one <jj them told him, with a thinly veiled sneer. Gable grinned disarmingly. 'But I want a hamburger and a cup of coffee," he said. So the mechanics lined up with him at a near-by lunch stand an< voted him a good guy after all. RASIL RATHBONE, who has always boasted that he grew his owi personal mustaches, admits defeat at this moment. He grew dandy for "Tovarich," changed its shape slightly for "Marco Polo,r was recalled for retakes on "Tovarich." This gave him a few ba; days' getting the brush into shape again. But just then they called him for "Robin Hood," which require! an entirely new set-up on his upper lip. Well, even Rathbone ha his limitations — and the mustache you will see in "Robin Hood" wil be an example of the make-up artist's art. And the lip which bear it will be a tired lip. \A/E'VE cried our eyes out for years about the unfeeling paren who drag children about Hollywood, hoping that a producer wi notice them. It took Clara Bow to put one of these enterprisin| mothers in her place. The mother sent a three-year-old, clad grass skirt, to wiggle her baby hips before the table at which Cla: sat in her Hollywood cafe. Clara watched for a moment, jumped u took the child to the ladies' room where she washed the rouge anl lipstick from her face. She gave the baby ice cream and the mothe a piece of the Bow mind. Nice going, Clara! • KIOBODY really believes Dick Arlen when he tells a fish story But every one likes to hear them. He says that the last time and Preston Foster went fishing they made a bet — Dick betting th his first catch would be a barracuda, Preston betting that his woull be a rock bass. Dick says that he had a double hook on his line an< that at the first tug he pulled up — a barracuda and a rock bass. Wha Mr. Foster has to say about this, we shouldn't like to tell you here, j \A/ E didn't believe this, either, when we first heard it. But, s'helj us, Irene Hervey has had a gadget installed in the nursery of he young hopeful which has a loudspeaker attachment in her bedroom. — just so that if the child wails in the night, mamma will hear ani rush to the assistance of the nurse. \A/ENDY BARRIE was pretty surprised a few weeks ago to read ii the public prints that she was engaged to marry a gentlema named Lawrence who turned out to be a respectable married m«0 with four children. When a radio gossip announced this week thi she would wed Woolworth Donahue, one of the Woolworth heiri Wendy sighed and said: "They're getting warmer. At least I've Mr. Donahue." ad THE moody Charles Chaplin now says he is sorry he ever ma "Modern Times," his last picture. "It wasn't the right time for it^ he wails, and although it is making money, he insists it — the pictui — is not a success. He also says quite seriously that he may nev« appear in another picture, but we've heard that one before. He has consented to Paulette Goddard's accepting the role of Scarle in "Gone With the Wind" on condition that she is paid a large salar IN spite of everything, Mary Astor won't stop writing. Now s spends spare time on the set or backstage writing letters to hi daughter. Her friends try to stop her and recently felt quite hopefi when she became interested in sketching. Now, when they find hi with pen or pencil in hand, they gently take it from her and sa; "You'd better paint, dear." A FOURSOME seen about Hollywood frequently consists of Tol Wing, Wesley Ruggles, Toby's sister, Pat, and Charles Buttei worth. And everywhere they go they are followed by a detectivt hireiby Pat's ex-husband, with whom she is quarreling over mone] A dozen more pleasant ways to have a good time could be writte here, but Pat and Tobv don't seem to mind. (Continued on page 7i