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Rooney in "Andy Hardy Meets Debutante." People can say Mickey's fresh and that he muggs and anything else they want to but, personally, I get a kick out of Mickey that no one else on the screen hands me. And I'll bet if some of his critics were seventeen and the biggest box office draw in pictures, they'd be a darned sight worse than Mickey is.
Anyhow, to get back to our mutton, Mickey has fallen in love with New York's No. 1 Glamour Girl— a society debutante — Daphne Fowler {Diana Lewis, the new Mrs. William Powell). He collects pictures of her. When his pal, George Breakstone, discovers the pictures and threatens to publish the story (in the high school paper) of Mickey's infatuation, all Mickey can say is that he and Diana are great friends — even in love with each other. George and Mickey's hometown sweetheart (Ann Rutherford) pooh-pooh the idea.
Then Judge Hardy (Lewis Stone) goes to New York when financial support for the local orphanage is withdrawn, taking his whole family with him. Finally, through the good offices of Judy Garland, Mickey meets his dream girl and has his picture taken with her by the news photographers. When the picture breaks you can imagine what a stir it creates in the old home town.
We pick up Ann and George in the "editorial rooms" of the high school "Olympian." "Oh, Beezy," Ann wails to George, "he did know that girl! What awful idiots we've been!"
"Cynthia Potter wanted me," George confesses dolefully. "Andy kissed her the first time he took her out. I should'a known he isn't a man to trifle with — "
"Beezy!" Ann interjects suddenly, a new fear gripping her, "maybe he was secretly married to her all the time!" She looks up at the sound of the door opening and does a gigantic "takem" as there stands Mickey with Baby Shirley in his arms. "Andy," Ann gulps, "who — whose baby is that?"
"Miss Benedict," Andy replies easily, "it was to protect this innocent babe's future we went to New York."
"What???" Ann shrieks, aghast. And then she realizes. "Oh! The orphanage."
"Relax, my children," Mickey admonishes them. "But I trust that once and for all, the younger generation in this town has learned to respect its betters!"
"So Daphne Fowler was in love with you all the time," Ann surmises miserably.
"You saw our picture," Andy retorts nonchalantly. "Society's number one glamour girl and — " bowing modestly, "yours truly."
"Andy," Ann wails, beginning to choke up, "perhaps you are too mature for me."
"Don't cry, Polly," Mickey cries in genuine concern. "Please don't cry."
"When a girl starts crying," Ann sniffles between dry little sobs, "even if it's because she — likes yon, and her nose gets shiny — / guess — she hasn't any glamour at all."
I guess I'm no different than a million other Americans but, somehow, these Andy Hardy pictures hit me where I live. They seem so down to earth and such a welcome relief from biographies and his
lver Screen for June 194
Hedda Hopper and Robert Cummings still chuckling after premiere of "It's A Date," Deanna Durbin's comedy hit.
torical documents that aren't really authentic because veracity has been sacrificed for dramatic values.
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RUEFULLY, I leave Mickey and Ann and proceed to Lot No. 3 where "20 Mule Team," starring Wallace Beery, is shooting. But when I get out there I find a faithful reproduction of an old midwestern mining town, Furnace Flat. The famous twenty mule team that used to haul the rocks of borax into town is standing in front of the paymaster's office. Beery is the driver. But when he gets into "town he finds there's no pay, because the company is in financial straits.
"They been in there jawing since eight o'clock this morning" John Beck grumbles.
"Yeah, and they keep sayin' we gotta wait," Gardner James amends.
"Yeah?" Mr. Beery snarls (and he snarls because his credit has been cut off at the local bar), "well, I been waitin' two months for a glass o' beer. I want my money. It's the limit of human meekness!"
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WELL, / been waitin' two months to get on the set of "Pride and Prejudice" and Mr. B's troubles with his pay check are not going to keep me from getting on that set today, so I leave him to work out his troubles as best he can. But when I get to "P & P" I find neither Laurence Olivier nor Greer Garson are working, so we'll have to postpone that picture yet another month. That leaves —
20th Century-Fox
TWO pictures shooting here — "Maryland" and "Rogue of the Rio Grande." The first is a picture of steeplechase racing in Maryland. There isn't much novelty to the plot, but who cares about novelty when it's a horse racing picture. I defy anyone to sit through five or six reels of a horse picture and not ge* a lump in his throat when the filly you ve watched grow from a colt comes charging down the stretch to win by a nose.
John Payne is the handsome hero, Brenda Joyce is the lovely heroine, Walter Brennan is the trainer and Fay Bainter is Payne's mother. Now if that's not a cast to conjure with; i start gabbing with Payne and Brenda.
"Don't you think rve pretty classy togs
to be the daughter of an impoverished | horse trainer?" Brenda demands, strut1 ting around in her peppermint stripecjdress.
Somehow, during the conversation with! Payne, I mention the Roanoke Hotel!; which is a reproduction of an old English ji Inn and John modestly admits that thatj hotel, along with about half the towmj belongs to his father's estate, of which' he and his brother are the heirs!
I leave Mr. Payne, envying him not his stellar position, nor his wife (the love-l ly Anne Shirley), nor his wealth, but the Roanoke Hotel!
The other picture, "Rogue of the Ric Grande," is another of the Cisco Kim epics featuring Cesar Romero. This timt'l Cesar and his henchman (Chris-Pin Mar-l tin) have got in a jam and they're regis i tering at a hotel. Cesar demands the best room in the joint, only to be regretfully told by the clerk (Syd Saylor) that the best rooms are all taken — except the bridal suite. "Not," adds Syd hastily, eyeing the plump Mr. Martin, "that I'm sug-:| gesting you need it." j
I chuckle over this sally, along with) everyone else on the set, tell Cesar "good-1 bye" and head for —
Paramount
ONLY one picture going here, "Henry Aldrich." This is adapted from the radio serial of the same name. Jackie Cooper is playing Henry.
The Aldrich family is having a dinner party. In the midst of it, the coloreal maid comes in and says to Hedda Hopper (Mrs. Aldrich), "I know I shouldn't bother you, Mrs. Aldrich, but Mrs. John-] son (the washerwoman) wants to see you."
"Tell Mrs. Johnson to come back to-\ morrow," Hedda commands.
"I told her you were having a high-' class party," the maid counters, "but she\ won't listen."
Just then a wisp of smoke comes into the room and several of the guests start coughing. The door from the kitcher, bursts open and Mrs. Johnson, livid with rage, storms in. She flaunts one of Mr Aldrich' s shirts in his face. "Look at what Henry's soap done to my washing!" she shrieks. "It ain't soap at all. It's jus; plain, pure eatin' lye."
"Geo, we'll talk about this some othet time," Mr. Aldrich hedges.
"Yeah?" mocks Mrs. Cleo Johnson "Jes wait'll you see yo' drawers!"
The smoke gets thicker and thicker anal the guests, coughing away for dear lifel rush out of the dining room, as Mr. Al\ drich rushes to the stairs leading dowr, to the basement and yells for Henry m come up and explain himself and his soap', But while Henry is trying to explain ther(\ is a terrific explosion. It seems his soa{ doesn't produce "the skin you love M touch."
"Hey, Dick—" Jackie begins as 1 catches sight of me.
"You keep away from me, you — yot explosionist," I howl. "I still have nexl month's column to do."
And I leave Jackie and the coughing guests to get out of their dilemma as best they can while I go home to wait for thii time next month to roll around. So long)
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