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WELL, here we go again. Betting on the Sweepstakes. And I don't mean the Irish Sweepstakes which I must say cost me a pretty penny before I discovered that only people who look funny in newsreels ever win (and I don't think I'd look funny in a newsreel — just sort of gruesome). But I do mean the • annual Glamour Girl Sweepstakes. The most spectacular event in race mad Hollywood.
If you think the Sport of Kings is exciting (and after last _ Saturday at the track you can give it right back to the Kings for all I care) you just wait until you see a Glamour Girl Sweepstakes. Boyoboy, what excitement as the blondes and brunettes come tearing into the last stretch! The winner of an Irish Sweepstakes gets only a flowering wreath and a bag of oats — but ah, the winner of a Glamour Girl Sweepstakes gets practically everything, including a chinchilla coat, a nice contract, and Howard Hughes, Gene Markey, and Tyrone Power. I'll' say.
Last year the Glamour Girl Sweepstakes of 1938 were won by a Dark Horse, who had been kept under wraps at the Metro Stables, by the name of Hedy Lamarr. Before the race there had been plenty of talk that Hollywood
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rpHE luscious girls of the studios all have beauty and many talents, but the race will be won by that tempting daughter of Eve who most recklessly drives our pulses with the woman-whip of allure.
By
Elizabeth Wilson
was doing away with Glamour, because the fans (and my dears, you have no idea how Hollywood bends backward to please you) seemed to have become frightfully bored with breathless beauty and the thrilling ecstasy of complete other-worldishness, and had much rather have homey folk with freckles on their screen — you know, the Mickey Rooneys, the Myrna Loys, and the Jane Withers. And then came Hedy. And Glamour rose in the air like Ferdinand as he sat on the bee.
So this year — now that it has been decided that Glamour _ is 1 here to stay — there is more inI terest than ever in the Glamour I Girl Sweepstakes. Every pretty I young girl wants to win. Every studio wants a winner. (It means money in the bank.) Let's .take a gander at the entries. Metro has a possible
A symbolic picture of Ann Sheridan who bids fair to swing the highest in the bright sunshine' of picture fame. But no swing stays up forever.
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