Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

2 BOY'S CINEMA Every Tuesday A film star tries to escape from the monotony of portraying a screen detective by going on a sea voyage. An authoress plays a practical joke on him, however, by faking a crime. When it turns into grim tragedy, both are involved in startling adventures. Starring Edmund Lowe and Elissa L.andi HDIDA' To Blazes with Everybody YOU dirty liar I 111 kill you for tliat !" A gun roared in the darkness. The killer's exultation was Avipod out as tlic ligiils flashed up and before him fitood the man Jie thought he had shot. Before he could fire again strong arms gripped iiim—t\\o police officers had pinioiii'd him. ■' If lliis cigar "—the man who had •'.scaped im.scathed held up his cigar— ■'had been in my mouth, as you tho>ight it was, you would have got me about hero." IIo pointed to his forehead, and llien took out a long holder. " Tiie cigar was in this and iicUl quite a long wii.v from my body." "It's a lie," screamed tlie prisoner. "First ho accused me of munleiing my wife, then he suddenly (iiinod otf all the lights." ■'And you fell right into my trap," was tiic answer. "Tried to drill me with the very gun you used to kill your wife. Check it, boyS; and you'll find I'm right. 1 " He ohitehed .•suddenly at his side as a beautiful girl rushed into the room. ■'Guess I did ^top a ricochet after all." The girl scieamed as he collapsed in a heaj), and flui'ig her.self down beside him, to pillow his head oji her breast. "Dailing! Darling, you can't die I I won't let you ! I lovo you !" The wounded man suddenly held the girl close. "Thftfs all 1 wanted to know," he shouted, and kissed her. ''Hold that clinch!" yelled a stcn- iorian voice. " We're trucking in for tlie close-up." Marti) 27lh, 1937. jnan and the girl clung to eacli Cut !' came the shout, girl sepaiated with The otlicr. "Okay ! The man and alaciity. " Great work." from behind the Kelvin, tjic famous Metro It's dynamite. Best thing A big man appeared camera. Ho was director. you ever That done, Phil Sure box office, cigar gag of mine was swell." "Yeah," cried Philip Trent, the fihn star. '■ My grandmother used to love it." He gor up frori! the floor. "Tlisnk lieavcn that's over." A big, clumsy, grinning fellow pounced out from behind one of the many arc-lamps and seized (he star by the arm. "Wait a minute," eri.ed Mert Morgan, the ijublicity man. "I gotta get some stills. Sit down there. I want her arms around you—a nice little lovo- scene." "What again?" complained TTcnt, allowing himself to be pushed back to tlw.^ floor. With a sigli of lesignation he allowed the girl lo put her arms roimd his neck. "All right—all rlglit—now smile— show' your leolii more, Mary. Look ns if you'10 going to bite him—hold it steady." -Ho gave a signal, and the .still cameraman took the pietin-e. JMert Morgan would have kept Philip Tient on the set all the day for still pictures, but Phil, being a star, allowed Mert 10 take two more and then sliouted ; "To blaze.? with cvei-jhody." In Kelvin's office he wailed im- paiicndv for the appearance of the director. That individual was full of the joy of life—he breezed into tho room. "Grand stuflf, PJ)il. Say, I got a great book for the next Selby James t.iory." He held it out to tho star. ' It's just out." The tired, handsome and cynical man of forty took the book and read from the cover: "Who strangled the bishop's wife'? Who buried her body in the nuid batli'? Who solved the mystery of the Purple Tui-tle';' How did Selby James, the debonair super-sleuth " Philip slapped the book shut with a bang of disgust. Kelvin was quite oblivious to tho danger signals. "We're going to make an aco production of this. I'm bringing Peter Dean himself out from New York to do the screen version." Then the irrepressible publicity hound came in, and hearing what Kelvin had said, had lo include liis piece: "And I've got a great hook-up with tiio chain grocery stores. They're going to throw in a bust of you, Phrl, as Sell)y James, with every packet of pulfed corn. Here's the contract !" • Puffed corn !" Philip Trent shot up as if he were a rocket that has just; been i"gnited. " Puffed corn ! Tiiat finishes it." He pushed the contract; aside. "I'vo reached my limit. I'vo nothing else to live for. Gather round, folks, I wish to speak to you." Kelvin exchanged an agitated glance with Morgan—this was an unusual mood for (heir star. They came nearer. ■'Listen to Mis. Trent's little blue-