Hollywood (1936)

Features For June I Have a Date with NELSON EDDY by MITZI CUMMINGS DEAR Lucy Lovelorn: Last night I was out with one of Hollywood's most eligible bachelors. He is tall, handsome, and blonde. He bought me orchids and sang me arias. Tell me, why do I feel so significant today? Ardent Eyes. Dear Ardent Eyes: Quick! Tell me, who is this exceptional gentleman? Lucy Lovelorn. Dear Miss Lovelorn: Nelson Eddy! That': who! Ardent Eyes. Dear Ardent Eyes: Can you arrange a date for me? Lucy Lovelorn. Dear Miss Lovelorn: Not on your life. I want to wrap him up and take him home for myself. Can you blame me? Ardent Eyes. To know that Miss Lucy Lovelorn, who is supposed to give advice turned turtle and wanted my Nelson for herself, only proved conclusively what women, all over these United States of America, think of him. You'll please forgive me, therefore, if the elevation of my nose goes somewhat skyward. I feel pretty snooty. I also feel pretty good. I also feel like telling everything (well, nearly everything!) that happened. So, restrain your sighs, and your little itching hands that would like to snatch the blonde giant of song, and listen! • This Ol' Heart had been twittering something dreadful ever since one day, at the M-G-M studio, Nelson asked me if I'd care to spend some Tuesday evening with him. We might do anything, he said, but we certainly would take in Direc Babvs First Step Bowling . . . dancing . . . oysters . . . and then to an early morning party! Here's a group photo to prove it: Bob Taylor, Irene Hervey, Ted Healy, Mitzi Cummings, Nelson Eddy tor W. S. VanDyke's party, sooner or later. To begin with, we decided to be folksy and go bowling! This all appealed to me . . . anything would have! . . . and I snapped out a breathless "yes!" to his invitation. Until Tuesday arrived, however, I thought I would die of the fidgets and suspended mental activity. However it finally poked its nose around the corner, as Tuesdays will, and I was the Athletic Girl in slacks and sweater, ready to bowl, when Nelson arrived. "Be down in a minute!" I yelled over the bannister. An ear-splitting burst of song answered me. "A-ah! We are going bow-ling! Bow-ling! Bow-ling!" He launched the last notes somewhere on the high "C's" and when, in a few moments I ran down stairs, there he was, also appropriately garbed in slacks and sweater, chuckling to himself at the jokes in some English humor magazines. "That was a pretty roundelay you just popped out wilb," I said. Nelson grinned, then, impetuous fellow, he grabbed my hand, rushed me out the door, and deposited me in his buggy. • In A Few Minutes we were at the bowling alleys. I warned him that while I loved exercise, knocking down the pins was something I knew practically less than nothing about. He waved it aside. "I'll teach you," he said easily, and thenceforth put in a solemn couple of minutes choosing just the proper ball ( Continued on page 69] » » » » » Sally Eilers & Poochie Sally Eilers' personable son, Harry Joe Jr., Poochie goes (or a buggy ride .... Ah, but here's the way to get exercise! Harry Joe seems to be getting ambitious Phoiostory by Char'u He's gone and done it! It's Graduation Day for Harry Joe and he takes his first step JUNE, 1936 29