20th Century Fox Close-Ups (Jun 1937 - Jun 1938)

2 CLOSE-UPS Vol. 1, No. 8 June, 1937 NAT DYCHES Editor DOC BISHOP Managing Editor OLLIE PAINTER Asst. Managing Editor By GLADYS LANDERS |_|ARRY TUGEND tells of being awakened every morning about five by a peculiar b-r-r-ing sound which vibrated through the walls and simply drove him nuts. This went on for a period of months. He complained to the real estate agent, who decided that it was in the water pipes. Yards of plumbing were torn out and replaced. Still the walls quivered and hummed at about dawn. The CLADYS LANDERS landlord in New York was wired, and he authorized the installation of a new water heater. That done, the Tugend family settled down to a decent night’s sleep — they hoped! Came five a.m., and again it started— that horrible noise. Mr. Tugend, showing manefestations of insanity, routed out the plumber and together they stalked grimly through the house, feeling water pipes, trying to locate the disturbance. “Ah!” yelled Mr. Tugend at length. “Here it is! This is it!” Gleefully he pointed out the pipe. He and the plumber rushed outdoors, looked up. On the roof, doggedly trying to make a hole in a tin drainpipe, was a WOODPECKER! • street sweeper; an interne; a houseboy; a janitor; a milkman. . . It was all in fun, but Mr. Smith finally, in defense, dashed home and changed to a gray sports suit! I del le Berkson recently sold two poems to a national magazine. For cash, too. And isn’t that swell! • Boris Ingster becomes a landlord with his acquisition of a beautiful lot in Benedict Canyon. He plans to build a home there in the near future. • When you see all those assistants peering out of offices and hurrying down the hall — they’ve just caught a glimpse of the lovely dramatic red hair of Arleen Whelan. • Dorothy McBrayer, the lucky gal, is on her way to New York. She will stop in Texas and North Carolina, en route. And that sounds like a really elegant vacation for Dottie. Milt Cross evidenced quite some trepidation prior to his leaving for New York. It seemed he was going by plane and was having tummyquivers on account of it was his first flight. • Jack Yellen, we’ll have you know, is a rustic at heart. And if you don’t think so, just get him started talking about his farm in Springfield. In to see Hortense Lynds this day, was Mrs. Eisenman — Florence Sell, to you who remember her as Colonel Joy’s former secretary. With Florence was her young daughter, Jerry Ann, who expected everybody she saw to somehow be Shirley Temple. Jerry Ann told us all about her five-months-old brother, whose name, she tells us solemnly, is “Peter Rabbit.” • Arline Pinks admits shamelessly that she didn’t go home at all the other night. Nor the next day. . . We were getting ready to say, “Boy, what a bender THAT must have been!” — when Arline explained that she and Eli Nielsen had a rush job on the “Danger — Love At Work” script. So they worked right through to get it out — and kept on working the next day. Well, anything can happen in this business — and does! Dilly birds, woodpeckers. Ed O’Fearna says one of them dented its beak on a cement tree which was part of a set. • Howard Smith turned up at the studio the other day in an ice cream suit. Very white, and very nice, too. The kidding started in his own office, and spread until, by his own admission, he had been accused of being: a Wasn’t it grand that Helen Vreeland and Hilda Vincent sold that screen story to RKO? Everybody, hereabouts, was so proud and glad for them. • Jack Yellen has a stopper for son David’s little-boy tantrums. All he does is to threaten to put David in the movies. It works like a charm.