The international photographer (Jan-Dec 1935)

Thirty-two The INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER November, 1935 CINEMACARONI By ROBERT TOBEY HOLLYWOOD HONEYMOON (A novel novel of a thousand and one nights in a dace) By R. THRITIS Cast of characters, with a little of the story thro~.cn in: Perriwether Murgle, press-agent extraordinary for Lili Liverblossom, the great cinema star, is carried off across the desert by Willy Nilly, a great Bald Eagle. When Willy gets tight Perri lias to pick him tip and fly' to the Eagle's lair with him. As zee pick up the tale, ive find them Hearing the Eagle's e\rie. CHAPTER XIII. What Has the Sand Been Dune? Perri nudged the Eagle. "Pull yourself together now, Hot Shot," he said. "Your wife is waiting for you." Willy Nilly gasped in dismay. Quickly he reached in Perri's pocket and pulled out a pair of dark glasses. "Nelly'll never know me in these," he muttered. Shortly they reached the Eagle's lair. With a mighty heave Perri lifted Willy across the threshold, and fell exhausted on the hearth; if I may call them, respectively, threshold and hearth. Willy, a little pale around the gills, rose awkwardly to his feet. He cleared his throat and addressed his wife. "Lady," he said ingratiatingly, "I am here in the interest of yourself, your family, and your children. Do you carry Accident Insurance, with special Sickness Benefits? Do you realize how many thousands of Eagles each year fall out of their nests? Did you ever stop to consider . . ." His voice trailed off thin and tremulous. Mrs. Nilly was fixing with a cold malevolent gaze. "Willy/' she screamed, "take off those spectacles. You hear me, Willy!" Willy took off the dark glasses. "How did yo"T,^n°w me' Nelly?" he asked, abashed ill show you," shrieked Nelly, leading with a guick left-and-right to Willy's craggy eyes In two minutes Willy looked as if he had put his dark glasses right back on again Now who's this creature that brought you ,°mf }. SUPP°sTe„you exPect me t° get dinner for him, said Nelly, indicating Perri, who was w1Y s"afm<3 fhe label off the bottle he and Willy had recently emptied. Perri had never been able to fly before, and he was taking no ,°",ces on forgetting the name of the brand rhis is Mr. Murgle," said Willy. "He's from Hollywood. I did hope you could scar! us up a ^snack, he added apologeticaly Scare up a snack!" shrieked Nelly "All we have left in the house is lair-cake. We've been living on that ever since you left. Now get out and rustle up a little grub. Before ^maj a Snack out of y°ur friend here," she added menacingly. "All right," grumbled Willy. "What'll I aet ZnH '° l°t? J C°uld pick UP a coupL go trout from the river across the way, I suppose" m ,, OW ,S,ut some nice tender snakes," put in mSat "for weeks/'' ^ ° ^^ ^ °f Snake" Perri shuddered. Willy said, "There you go 2? i,.,J°U know l don't like snake-meat, and the children won't touch it. I've told you a dozen times . . . ." "Shut your big mouth," snapped Nelly. "Snake SUtohpe°rri: ISn'' lt?" ^ °^d =^ "W-e-e-11," said Perri cautiously. "I sort of prefer fish Possibly just because I was born on Friday," he added deprecatingly HnJ*°Vee' Ne"y!," s?id Willy triumphantly. "I don know what's the matter with you. You must have picked uo your love of snakes from fike1" a^Hee athT^ S ^t th°U^ht he ac»ed A ° ? eL ..:That> short for Metatarsus ecaudatus. he said to Perri. "You know, the nasty African eagle that eats snakes and lizards " caSy0°TheVne^ur„:d^oapderrlh^dAledgetdt snakeef^hehrr"Sa,d' "** ™ P^ ^ ™ °" With these words he was off. Perri watched him weave majestically out of sight in the distance. After a little time he turned toward Mrs. Nilly, who seemed strangely quie As Perri caught her gaze, she looked quickly away. She had been watching him (With sauce for those who like it.) covertly out of the corner of one eye, and there was a peculiar glint in it. "Er," said Perri, more to make conversation than anything else. "Nice little place we have here, don't you think?" asked Mrs. Nilly, sidling over toward him. Just at that moment Will was thinking that big twigs were devilishly uncomfortable things to use for flooring, but he remained silent. Suddenly Nelly gave a short hop and skip, and was right beside Perri. She looked up at him coyly. "You're such a strong, silent man," she cooed at him. "But you can't fool me. I know you Hollywood fellows." She turned to the two children. "You cildren had better take a little walk," she said. "I have some things I want to talk over with this gentleman." (.What has come over the Eagle's wife, that she is making up to Murgle this way? What can Perri do about it:' Will the Eagle return at the wrong moment ' And what has Lili been doing all this time? She hasn't been letting, any grass grow under her red-lacquered toe-nails, to answer the last question first, and who's to stop me? See next month's magazine for the startling answers to the rest. Order YOUR copy nenv. The others may be burned up.) POLITE SURPRISE DEPT. An announcer on a recent radio broadcast, enthusiastically describing the super-cast in the Max Reinhardt production, "Midsummer Night's Dream," in clear, ringing tones proclaimed that we would all be thrilled with "Mickey Rooney as Shakespeare's 'Puck,' Frank McHugh| as Shakespeare's 'Quince,' Joe E. Brown as Shakespeare's 'Flute,' and James Cagny as Shakespeare's 'Bottom'." • » • The compleat Shakespeare. THE MACARONI BOWL, by the Shovel Boys (They dish the dirt). * * Fred Astaire spotted buying tickets for current showing of "Broadway Melody of 1936" Must be getting a line on Eleanor Poivell. That gal is worth a line of any man's type. * -> * The Three Stooges returned last month from a six-months personal appearance tour. Moe Howard says yon just can't get azvay from the influence of the motion picture industry. In a letter Moe got from his wife, she wrote, "I had a nightmare last night, and it zvas in Technicolor!" * Manager of Roxy's Theatre in New York -wrote tittle Edith Fellows asking her for a nasty picture of herself, preferably one sticking her tongue out. Wanted it for lobby display in connection with current showing of "She Married Her Boss." Seems all Edith's pictures were too sweet. * * One of our bigger shots is fussing and fuming about, asking for a change in director and chief cinematographer on the picture in which she is star, and which is already in production. She has a certain director and cameraman picked out. They merely directed and photographed the last two Grace Moore vehicles. * * * Again this year Sol Lesser, with the help of several of his confreres in the industry, got the fathers-and-sons of the motion picture bizness together at a big barbecue on the Uclifters' Ranch out Santa Monica way. And really the family life in the good old game must be tremendous. * * * After a savory breakfast, which was barbecued in studio manner (n. b. not barbecued) speeches were in order, and excellent. * * * Among those to give out were Jack Warner, Dr. Attilio Giannini, Sol Lesser, Joe E. Brown, and Vince Barnett. * * * Joe E. Brown, the funny man, gave the most serious speech of all. * * * Vince Barnett couldn't do his daily gag, and palmed off a big 250 lb. youngster as his son. Vince -weighs about 120. * * * A very funny play was staged, dated as if in 1945; and sons of the producers pretended they had taken over the business, much hilarity resulting. * * * After eats and spiels, bunch went over to the ball park and staged a crazy soft-ball game. Fathers played the sons. For a change. * * * The latest craze in radio, it is reported, is the gentle pastime, as yet unnamed, which we 'will call Outdoor Ask-Me-Another. This little ether novelty is already vieing with amateur hours un the air. To be more explicit for the benefit of the uninitiated, it seems a coupla gents clutching a microphone ankle out into any given crowd and brace themselves firmly. The nether end of the microphone is hooked into a national network. The gents begin to ask questions of the crowd around them; any questions that occur to them. "Do you start to read a book in the middle?" may be the first question. Or, "What side do you sleep on, and do you know why?" The renowned ingenuousness of Homo Sap takes care of the rest. They get some side-splitting anszvers. But Outdoor Ask-Me-Another is old stuff. The picture business started that when they first began to make sound pictures. Every time a movie company went out to shoot exteriors they had to put a mike out in the middle of a curious crowd. They picked up some side-splitting questions. KNEECAP REVIEWS (No space left on my thumbnail) "THE GAY DECEPTION." An excellent story, superbly directed, acted, and photographed. In another of those mythical-kingdom romances, The Gay Lederer is so charmingly real as a prince who has tired of princery and decides to study hotel management incognito, and France Dee is so devastatingly beautiful as the young stenographer who puts on the dog for a month in one grand splurge with her sweepstakes winnings, that you have to forgive their respective a: foolhardiness and b: foolhardiness. Much credit must go to the director of this epic, for if the pitch of the picture had been lost for just one awful moment the whole thing would have been a shambles. How Lederer can keep up his air of gaiety and nonchalance throughout picture aftei picture when he really is such a serious young man, I cannot see. I can never make up my mind whether to be true to my idolatry of Frances Dee or to desert her for Anita Louise and Rochelle Hudson. Frances looked even more lovely than usual in this, -which is quite some lovely, for which thank Cinematographer Leo Tover, who did as well by the rest of the picture too. "THE BIG BROADCAST." A great show, even if it isn't a picture. Studio hired a spider, spider spun thread, they called the thread a story and hung on it some of the most brilliant radio and picture talent they could find in their cemtract tiles. Jack Oakie was amazingly debonair and convincing as the Lothario of the air — Lochinvar the Great Lover. Talent t.n.t.m* kept cropping up a-hanging cm that thin little thread, and the zvhole dish was liberally sprinkled with large doses of Burns and Allen, and than that more should never he needed. * Toonumeroustomention. "WE'RE IN THE MONEY." Hilarious tale of two female process servers, played by that delightful, madcap pair, Glenda Farrell and Joan Blondell. A rollicking piece of film fare, but the -whack of the slapstick came too often. Hugh Herbert never fails to bring home the laughs, but his part was very unreal and overdone in this. Dialogue in the picture is killing. "CURLY TOP " Has all the things the public likes, and three Thespians I'm especially fond of. Based on revamped Cinderella theme, picture gives out some absorbing entertainment without too much strain. Cindcrelluring Rochelle Hudson (whose smoldering beauty driz'cs me to distraction) plays sister to Shirley Temple, who plays an orphan, is obviously the star of the picture, does excellently by her part, and has much neater curls than ever flourished in an orphanage. John Boles (I wish I '.cere a gal so I could have a crush on him) is the Prince Charming zvho has so much money it zvould make the government's mouth water. The author chap tries to fool us now and then, hut things just CAN'T go wrong. The audience has faith, and all ends well. Pho' tography hy John Seits is gorgeous. Please mention The international Photographer when corresponding with advertisers.