International photographer (Jan-Dec 1935)

Thirty-two The INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER September, 193.5 CINEM AC ARONI By ROBERT TOBEY HOLLYWOOD HONEYMOON (A novel novel of a thousand and one nights in a daze) by R. THRITIS Cast of characters and synopsis of preceding installments, all for the price of one: Perriwether Murqle, press-agent plenipotentiary for the great cinema star, Lili Liverblossom, has been kidnapped and carried off across the desert by Willy Nilly, a large Bald Eagle. Making friends (as who doesn't:") the tivo sit down together to partake of a bottle of Scotch hair tonic. The Eagle, unused to such libations, gets slightly crocked, and can't fly. Sympathetic Perri offers to take Willy home to his wife. We pick up the thread of the story just as Perri, with the Eagle hanging onto his coat-tails, flaps his arms and flies off across the desert. CHAPTER XI— HALF A LEAGUE ONWARD There was Perri, flapping off across the desert with the Eagle hanging on for all he was worth. (Only ten dollars, if you must know, as he wouldn't be a double eagle for three more drinks yet.) The Eagle wasn't hanging on any too well, for all he was hanging on for all he was -worth, and presently Perri had to reach down and gather him up with one arm, flapping the other madly. But this one-arm paper-hanging only made him go around in circles, so Perri hooked the Eagle's beak in his pocket and was on his way again. The Eagle was as limp as a piece of damp taffy, but presently the cool desert breezes began to revive him. He was no end amazed to look up and see that Perri was carrying him off across the desert, just to reverse procedures, and making pretty good progress, too. "Whee," said the Eagle, cocking one eye up at Perri. "Going like the wind, by gosh! You certainly learn quickly, young feller," he added, gazing admiringly at Perri's rhythmicaly flapping arms. "It took me months to learn to fly like that." "It's nothing," said Perri modestly. "You're such a good teacher, that's all." "But I didn't teach you," said the Eagle a little tartly. "Just my way of expressing it," said Perri, forcing a smile. Under his breath he said: "He's not so tight!" "I think you're a little off the course," said Willy. "You'd better box your compass." "If that's an opening for a pun," came back Perri sourly, "I'm busy." "Then let me talk to your secretary," said the Eagle brightly. "If you're so chirper," snapped Perri, "you'd better do the flying around here." At that the Eagle collapsed. (The author hopes you are the same. If Perri isn't too tired next month, zvc'll continue this interesting flight across the desert. The refueling plane takes off at 4 A. M. every day. While you're up, would yon mind watching for it?) All the studios are going through a wave of dusting off the storage vaults and reissuing a bunch of old pix that were hits five years ago. All they risk is printing cost and sometimes they take in amazing profits on these revivals. Especially are all the old Capra specials being disinterred on the strength of Frank's recent Academy recognition and the general popularity of his latest productions. A film shows for a period of about two years (With sauce for those who like it.) at the most in this country, playing "first run" or major theatres in the big cities at first and gradually dropping off to the "sticks" or smalltown low price houses. However, several of these pictures that are now being re-released in America are still running in foreign countries. James Cruze continues to get royalty checks, small but quite real, from the foreign showings of "THE COVERED WAGON." POLITE SKEPTICISM DEPT. A writer in the irreproachable "Liberty Magazine," dispensing pearls on what appeared to be the subject of the Dcline of Sex. says that only yesterday, "Flaming Youth went to the movies to see Jean Harlow heave her bosom." Yesterday? KNEECAP REVIEWS (No space left on my thumb-nails) "ESCAPE ME NEVER" is "the frame around a masterful character portrait by Elisabeth Bergner, whose delightfully authentic portrayal of the street-urchin who marires one of the worst of the Sanger family, is a thing to charm the soul. The entire film, in fact, is one of the finest examples of character-study on the screen that it has been my pleasure to see. "SHE MARRIED HER BOSS." An interesting, well-portrayed, if somewhat implausible story of an efficent secretary who married her boss and found she was still just the efficency expert. Claudette Colbert does as -well as could be expected in the role of the secretary, and let me tell you it is getting so Miss Colbert is expected to do uncommonly well. Melvyn Douglas's -work is excellent, although the script was pretty tough on him. The Amazement Department is filled by little Edith Fellows, who turns out a spoiled-brat role with a finesse that would make dozens of the finest adults green with envy. Miss Helen Hayes, who prefers the stage to the silver screen, has turned down an offer to co-star with Ann Harding in "The Old Maid," a Paramount production, saxs a news report. Her salary for the picture was to have been $85,000.00. That's the biggest salary Miss Hayes won't get in a long time. LITTLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY Pictures Are Something Everybody should ought To be proud about. Because pictures Are something. Some of them, anyway. Proudly, R. THRITIS. Life is somewhat unfair at times. You'll forgive the platitude, I hope. Harmon O. Nelson, Jr., and his wife, the lovely, slim Bette Davis, are one of Hollywood's most devoted couples yet Fate decrees that they see each other only on rare occasions. Bette is kept plenty busy by the Related Warner Boys, who are adept at keeping people busy; while Nelson heads an orchestra in the swanky Villa Mateo Club in San Francisco, 450 miles away. As Bette says, a little sadly, "It would be perfect if we weren't in love, and wanted to go out with other people, but we really are crazy about each other." After weeks of absence from each other, it finally took a raid to bring the two kids together for a few days. The San Francisco police invaded the Club where Nelson's band plays, so Nelson flew to Los Angeles to spend a tew days with Bette while the Club adjusted matters. Incidentally, Nelson can play every instrument in his band, sings, and has just had his own song, "Riding on a Bus Top," published by Irving Berlin. THE MACARONI BOWL, by the Shovel Boys (They dish the dirt) * * * Looks as if cute little Marian Marsh is at last to get a real break. Josef z'on Sternberg, who is to young starlets as the skilled potter is to clay, is taking particular pains with Marian's performance in the coveted role of Sonya in the picturization of Dostoievski's "Crime and Punishment," now in production on Columbia's sound stages. Peter Lorre and Tala Birell liave the other leading roles in this von Sternberg production. * * * Remember we said bigger things were in store for Benny Rubin? He is now directing his first "short," and as soon as he gets a little more practical experience will direct feature pictures. * * * Jack Laue wanted to raise some pigeons. He bought a few pigeons. The pigeons got married. Nov/ he tries to give away pigeons to all his friends. * * * Mary Brian has her own private tap house, but doesn't serve any beer. She is an excellent dancer, and has had a special small dance hall built near the edge of Toluca Lake, which borders the back yard of her home. Here Mary can practise to her heart's content. A huge mirror is installed so that she can see how she's doin'. * * * Phillip eed found out that crutches are no qood for walking on sandy beaches. He sprained an ankle playing volley ball just before he was invited to a party at Louella Parson's beach house, so he arrived sporting a pair of "what-the-welldressed-cripple-will-wear." Every time he tried to take a step on the sand, the crutches sank two feet. Finally he held the crutches in the air and hopped around on one foot. Next time try snowshoes, Phil. * * * Jackie Cooper and Georgie Breakton shot it out the other day — with rifles for two — on a rifle range. Both are ".22" enthusiasts. * * * Jean Harlow and her mother and Bill Powell tried to vacation at Del Monte, but the photographers and autograph hounds were so thick they had to go on into Yosemite. * * * Victor Jory has recovered from his illness and is back at work. He goes into "Song of the Damned," Al Rogell directing. * * * Sign in a Hollywood shop window: WIND BAGS, $1.95 How supervisors' salaries have come dmvn! Walk, don't run, to the nearest exit. On OCTOBER 1, 1935 The Subscription Price of INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER Will Be Increased to $3.00 In Canada and Foreign Countries Please mention The International Photographer when corresponding with advertisers.