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by MARY NYE
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Can George Raft, who is seen here in a romantic scene with Constance Cummings for Night After Night, escape love indefinitely? Can he keep his heart closed to true and lasting love — love such as his intense Latin nature is capable of giving and assimilating?
eyes. Have they ever belonged to the kind who stand without hitching? Not to my knowledge. They see things farther away than their owner's hands can ever reach or his wandering feet bear him. Not in geographical miles but more impossible ones to cover. We sense, yet never quite understand, the hunger glowing in their depths. Yet any woman knows intuitively that love can light a deathless flame to dull the smouldering one beneath.
• In a moment of silence which fell between us I wondered for a moment if I had been mistaken. A strange thing happened.
George Raft had spoken without a trace of regret or sorrow. As far as I had been aware he had announced his voluntary choice of wifeless doom with about the same degree of courteous finality that the tired business man shows when telling the insurance salesman he is not in the market today. Yet when I glanced up I saw Mr. Raft — portrayer of hard and he-man roles — sitting beside me with tears in his eyes. Startled, I stared. Two great tears were coursing down his cheeks.
I sat befuddled, then cried out impulsively. "What have I said? Oh, I am so terribly sorry!"
George came back with a start from some solitary wan
dering. For the space of a briefest breath he hesitated, then holding me with earnest eyes he spoke.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he smiled apologetically. "My own words reminded me of something — just like everything else has reminded me all day long.
"Do you know who died today?" he asked in a throbbing voice. "A great woman whom the world didn't truly appreciate. You know I ran away from home when I was fourteen. Just restlessness, I guess. Did all sorts of things. I was a delivery boy, an electrician's helper, drove a taxi, fought in the ring a bit — just sort of drifted around.
"That woman took me into her night club, gave me a chance to learn to dance. Above all, she fired me with the ambition to make something of myself." George Raft's voice broke. "When Texas Guinan died today I lost someone who was almost as dear to me as my own mother."
Gentle and loyal love! Hardly consistent with the sophisticated worldling of the screen, or is it? Who can watch George Raft portray even his more unsympathetic roles without realizing that here is not a mere actor, mouthing a part, but a warm and responsive soul releasing its own pent-up impressions or interpreting the emotions of another whose experiences had ground deeply into him.
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