Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

Every Tuesday cyod boy. Philip,'" shileil tiio star in U'l'.so, angry loiios, and iIkmi poiiilcd lo a niirroi- in wliich iio was rcfloctod. "Sco llial. fdifl'etl sliirt in (hero? Tliat's Sclby James, tlio supor-sloutii. Tvo |)layo<l (liat super-sap in six of (iio worUl's worst and most Fiicccssfid nundor iny.stcrics. Excuse mo." Wilii liis arms ho swept the (wo men to one ^ido. '■ Taivo a good look at him, hocausn (hat's the last time you're going to see liirn." Tiiey goffgled at him-—thinking he liad gone mad. When ho ))uiled out a revolver (hoy jumped hack in terror. Trent raised the gun and smashed the mirror to pieees. I'lien the star grinned at (ho two men and chucked the gun on the tloor. "There's a story for you, Mert. ' Philip Trent murders Selhy James.' " "You can't mean it?" gasped Kelvin, at last realising what his star was I'lamiing to do. "I do mean it—I'm (lirough." "But I've got forty thousand tied up in tlie next Solhy James story," wailed Kelvin. "I can't risk another star in tlie part." "And besides, the public knows ,yonr mug as Sclby James," muttered Mert Morgan, "Then thc3''ll have to get u.sed to another nuig," Philip answered, and grinned mockingly at the director. •■ Have you over tripped over a coipse ? " "No. but " "Well, I have, thirty-seven of 'em. Have you ever seen a man pierced by a poi.soned dart, or a death-ray, or suspended by a madman over a crocodile pit? Of course j'ou haven't. Those things don't happen in real life. But I've seen nothing else for the last thiee years. I've picked up a bale of incriminating blonde hairs, a ton of fal.se teeth, a pack of stolen diamonds. I've got .so'jittery that a man can't come into- my room without my reach- ing for a gun. That's what Sclby BOY'S CINEMA James has done to me. I'm sorry, B, K., b>it I've tripped over my last corp.se." " But you can't walk out on your contract I" '"I'm going on my vacation. I'm going whore nobody knows ine." lie evpandod his chest as if scenting free- dom. " No movie star—no Sell)y Jami-s —just me, Philip—the kid iiimself" Ho stepped smartly to tlio door and beamofl at them "Throe montiis at least I shall be gone. Three months of peifect. peace. Gentlemen, 1 thaidi you and bid you a very good riddance I" A Oirl in Distress BUT if the stai' thought it was going to be simple to escape from either Selby James or Philip Trent ho was mistaken. Ho had an idea ho could slip on board a pleasure liner and that nobody would know him. All film stars arrived in huge cars with fanfares of trumpets and plenty of excitement, and an ordinary sort of man in a thick overcoat and clolli cap wouldn't bo noticed. Well, Philip cculd not have been an ordinary sort of man, because he had no sooner started to walk up the gangwaj" when somebody pointed and cried : "That's Philip Trent, who play.s the part of Selby James." And after that it was chaos. Philip found himself besieged on all sides by women and children clamouring for autographs, and he had no guards to save him. The police and officials finally rescued him and got him to a cabin. Some hours later, Philip, wear- ing a dinner jacket, went into the bar for a drink, and a weary, rather mournful creature who introduced her- self as Mrs. Kinney asked him if he would autograph her copy of "Murder in the Mud Bath." With a resigned shrug he signed the book and retired into a corner v.ith his drink. Noticing the bar beginning to fill and that he was getting considerable attention, he a decided to go lo his cabin and ctny there for the rest of the voyage. By now the liner wa.'- well out to M:ii. and theio was no going back. Phiii)) entereil his cabin and Hwitched on the lights, then ho snifTed the air. Perfume. Perhaps it was his imagina- tion. Slowly ho filled hi.s pipe and lit up. Ah, that was beller. It was ih.wi that he saw .some white gloves on ii settee. 1I<! was staring at them wh'ii a sound mado him turn. From the bed-room of his .siiiti' had appeared a girl with a^-Ii-blonde hair • it accentuated the deathly paleiic"ss of her face. She won; a simple but, attractive white evening gown, -fth)! was pretty, but Philip was loo angry lo notice. "Young lady, this i.s a bit too mucli,'' he rasped out. "I'm not signing any more autographs or anything." "Wait!" The girl had a de(>p. husky, attractive voice. She darierl past him and drew the blinds over the window. "Someone on the promenad(! deck might see me." "Now, it's no use trying that sort of gag on mo—they're old," Philip cried. "I'll bo obliged if you'll get out, madame, and leave me in peace," "They're watching." The girl peered round the curtain. "Have you a gun?" "No, I haven't a gun. I don't want a gun ! I came here to get away from guns !" "I'm frightened." The girl gazed at him appoalingly. " They are desperate men. If you helped me they might get you, too, and I wouldn't want that. Guess it's no good fighting. I nijst face " The girl swayed, put hei hand to her forehead and crashed in a heap to the floor. "Oh, lady, have a heart," moaned Philip, lifting the still figure to a coucii. "Why did you do tliis to me? I'm on a vacation." He shook her and became convinced that it was a real faint. He hastened into his bed-room for a flask of ijrandy. Tnat Qnishes it I " cried Philip Trent and pushed the contract aside. " I've rea lit 1 " March £7vli, I'J