Hollywood (1942)

which he was trying to hide, little boy fashion, under the table. "March, young man!" she said, pulling him by the ear and pointing to the lavatory. Gable marched, meek as pie. When he returned, Carole had nibbled all the choice tidbits off the top of his salad. Production on a costly picture was held up one day when it was found a minor executive had failed to carry out orders through sheer negligence. Angrily Carole telephoned and gave him what-for. Then she telephoned the studio boss. "Don't hang the rap on X for this trouble," she said. "It's all my fault. I forgot my appointment with him and there was nothing he could do." The friendship of Carole and Fieldsie, her former secretary, dated from the days of Mack Sennett comedies when Carole was the bathing beauty and Fieldsie the fat girl who stopped the pies. When Fieldsie first began to serve as her secretary, she flatly refused to accept money from Carole because she could not type or take dictation. Carole solved the problem in her own way. After buying the necessary materials, she would hire a dressmaker, kidnap Fieldsie, and refuse to allow her to leave until a new wardrobe had been completed for the stubborn young girl. Shortly before the tragic accident, Loretta Francelle, the hairdresser who had served her for 13 years, was talking with Carole. Carole was tired and showed it. "You don't have to make pictures, Carole," Loretta said. "Why don't you quit working, enjoy life, and maybe have a family?" "I know, Bucket," Carole said. (Bucket was her personal nickname for Loretta.) "But I have my little people to take care of, and I don't want to put that burden on Pappy (Gable) . He has his little people too." The day Carole left Hollywood for Indianapolis, Bucket dressed her hair. They fell to talking about old times, the people each had tried to help, and the lack of gratitude which sometimes was evidenced. Bucket in particular was upset about a recent example of a good deed which had boomeranged in her face. "I'm going to stop being a sucker!" she stormed. "Hereafter I'm going to look out for me and me alone!" Carole smiled wearily. "Listen, Bucket," she said. "You'll end your life doing for the other fellow, and I will too." ■ The role originally schec uled for Caro e Lombard in He K ssed fhe Bride is being fallen over by Joan Craw ford. Watch f 3r the unusual prod jction story on it in an early issue. Bill is beginning to wonder . . ."It's funny how Jane always folds after wash-day I see other women . HOLD it Bill! Washing a tubful of clothes is no pushover. If you saw the time it takes, the way Jane has to rub — and rub — just to get your shirts clean, you'd get a shock. She doesn't have to work so hard though. Not if she'll use Fels-Naptha Soap. Fels gives her a combination of gentle naptha and richer golden soap that gets dirt out much faster. No matter how it's ground in. She won't spend so much time bending over the washtub if she uses Fels-Naptha Soap. She won't have to break her back, nor ruin her hands, rubbing. You'll have whiter shirts and they'll probably wear better . . . We've been trying to get Jane to use Fels-Naptha Soap — like 'those other women.' Maybe you can persuade her. Go/den far or Go/den cdfits FELS-NAPTHA^ 'S&es"2att/e-2a/e Gray" 33