From under my hat (1952)

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From under my Hat my heart. I fell. He kicked my body under the bed, then opened the door to my jealous husband. In addition to Barrymore's acting, Don Juan made history also because it was the first picture to have a synchronized musical score. Thank the Lord it was silent otherwise; John's dialogue would have given our present-day censors apoplexy. This wasn't the end of my acting with Barrymore. After Jack had lost the cross-continent chase to Elaine Barrie and married her, and I had become a Hollywood columnist, Mitch Leisen gave me a call to come to Paramount and be a member of his gang— Claudette Colbert, Jack Barrymore, Don Ameche, Elaine Barrie, and Billy Daniel— in a little opus called Midnight. When I got the phone call I ran like a hound-dog in the moonlight. I was there before the contract was dry. In Midnight I was a rather nice character, for a change. The engagement was pure joy from start to finish because of Barrymore's fund of stories. They never ran dry. Jack had his own ideas of acclimatizing the young to life. One day my son Bill came to visit on the set, and Jack said to me, "Bring him to my dressing room." When we were all seated comfortably he gave Bill a long look. "Son," he said, "when I was a little older than you— and just about as good-looking— I made my first trip to Australia. I hadn't been long on the stage. Willie Collier, bless his heart, took a chance on me. "I'd gone through the San Francisco earthquake; the shake threw me out of bed into a bathtub. Uncle John Drew said of it, It took a convulsion of nature to make Jack take a bath, and the U. S. Army to put him to work.' "After I helped put out the fire, I went along to Australia with Willie. Before we landed I had a cable from a chum who said he'd meet me at the dock and not to make any sleeping arrangements—he'd made reservations. "He had. He took me to the fanciest whorehouse in Australia. It seems the madam, a charming, good-looking woman, had fallen for mv pal, and he'd lived in her house ten years— rent, liquor, and 172