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"Love Is
By Ben Maddox
With Me"
Claire Trevor would be a brilliant gem in any crown and she is not out-blazed even in Picture Village.
Clark Andrews is a personage in his own right. Anyhow, Claire thinks so. ■
CLAIRE TREVOR was so thoroughly blue about not finding love in Hollywood that she decided to take on an extra career. She had established herself in pictures, and if they wanted to double her income by making her a radio star, too, she figured she might as well say yes. After all, she had retorted "No!" so often, and there was no man in her life on whom she could concentrate at the moment.
None of her friends knew she was going to team with Edward G. Robinson in a weekly air drama until the contracts were all signed. They'd long since given up attempting to influence her, one way or the other, anyway, because whenever they had advice for her Claire was against it.
"I never do anything but what feels best, in my own mind," she invariably explained, firmly and frankly. "It's still the only way I know to get what I want," she declares, quite a different young woman from that discouraged, super-scheduled .girl of yesteryear. Now she's not only twice as famous, but she's the happiest wife in Hollywood, besides. She looked for further distraction in more work, and stumbled into the real romance of her life with the darkly handsome young boss she acquired with the new job.
The funny thing about her meeting with Clark Andrews was that she really didn't bother to say any more than hello. He wasn't a loud-talking authority on everything under the sun, and so she made a mistake and presumed he was just along for atmosphere! She'd put her name on the legal papers for her radio debut in her agent's office, and she was discussing the new program over a luncheon table at the Assistance League tea-room. The silent young man merely smiled occasionally. In those days Claire had nothing else but her star system to get steamed up about, so she listened to the fellow who was talking so definitely.
No one could have been more astonished than Claire was three days later. The producer of her radio show called at her home to go over the script of the first broadcast with her. He wasn't the man she'd listened to; he was the calm, quiet, attractive one she'd practically ignored! Concealing her embarrassment as best she could, she proposed they get right to
reading the script.
In a few minutes she was further shocked. He wasn't any average Hollywood male, either. He had no conceit, no braggadocio. It was obvious he came from a good family. She inquired if he'd gone to college. Yes, he'd graduated from Yale and he'd sampled Cambridge and studied a spell at the Sorbonne in Paris. But the intelligence and manners of a gentleman were topped by a swell sense of [Continued on page 73]
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