Modern Screen (Dec 1935 - Nov 1936)

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Easy to prove by applying a little of thisf amous tint to a 1 ock of your own hair. BROWN ATONE isonlySOc-atalldrug or toilet counters — always on a money-back guarantee. Government JOBSf ^ START $1260 to $2100 Year MENWOMEN FRANKLIN INSTITUTE Dept. G-323, Rochester, N. Y. New 40 hour ^ Sirs: Bush to me witliout charge. Week Means Many© (D 32-page book with list of many City Postal U. S. Government Big Pay Jobs, ■ >> (2) Tell me how to get one of these ^ jobs. Appointments Mail Couport today I I^^"" sure. y Addiesa 104 Tune in, folks, and get the latest Modern Screen gossip every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday evening at 7:15 over Station WOR. Sam Taylor interviews your favorite stars and tips you off on the Hollywood lowdown. Pictured with Sam is Dennie Moore of the "Sylvia Scarlett" cast. I do just because the most harmless moves in the world are ridiculously misconstrued. ALL of the natural experiences become unnatural. Marriage is a bedroom farce played on a lighted stage, floodlighted. If I were to marry again, which is extremely unlikely for a very long while to come, I wouldn't dare to have a child. If I did and didn't have it photographed, for instance, people would hint that it was malformed or something. If I did have it photographed, I would be accused of cheap publicity via an infant in arms. When marriage and motherhood are forced into unnatural attitudes, it's time to do a little moaning, all of the advantages notwithstanding. "Rotnance itself, that perfectly normal flowering of interest between a man and a woman since the world began, is distorted into shapes we don't recognize as us at all. Like Bill and I — we are reported engaged, not engaged, not married, secretly married, deeply in love, completely out of love — with the cards stacked differently every day. You girls, when you are interested in a boy, can take time out to find whether you really are suited, the one to the other. You can let your own hearts dictate to you. You really can be alone. You know, almost as well as I do, how much chance Bill and I have to be alone. I don't mean so far as other people being present is concerned, rather alone, so far as the insistent pressure of public curiosity is concerned. And after awhile, that public pressure becomes a tangible thing, a third party at every tete-a-tete, an intruder on every rendezvous. A thing which should be sacredly private becomes sensationally public. "I'm jealous of you and your beaux . . . the privacy and the sweetness of it. "I'm envious of the time you have to be attractive to the men you care about. I make a date. Ha! Maybe I can keep it. It's more likely that I can't. If I can, I have to rush like a mad thing. It takes me a good hour to scrub the make-up off my face, get out of costume and mto street or dinner clothes. I've been making up all day. I can't take a very intense interest in how I look when the day is done. And that reininds me, Blanchie,' said Jean suddenly, laughing and turning to her faithful and indispensable maid, "call my Old Man, will you (Bill Powell to us, girls) and tell him that we will go to the Troc' tonight, thanks. Well, anyway, when I have managed to get ready I am usually exhausted. And after all the effort, I don't dare to stay out for more than a couple of hours because the camera will register the time I got home the next day ! "All of you can be just young girls in love, having a good time, forgetting all else. "But can I ? Now. honestly. . . . ? ".^nd then," said Jean, "there's the responsibility. In ordinary jobs if something goes wrong, if you make a mistake or even lose your job, only a comparatively few people will be let down. You yourself, your family perhaps. But a star, if she fails in any particular either in her work or in her private life, lets down her studio — producers, directors, cameramen, sound men, publicity departments — the whole complex, highly expensive personnel. She also lets down her public. Millions of dollars are affected — and millions of people. A nightmare thought." The telephone rang. Miss Harlow was wanted on the set, please. Blanchie hovered. Nosy tenderly was disposed among the laces of the gown on the floor. Jean seated herself at her dressing-table. Things were done to the Harlow hair and face. Jean made a face at her own reflection. "Well, there you are," she said, "andit's true. "If I could have remained just Harlean Carpenter, if I could have put on the Harlow personality like a mask while working and could take it off again when the day was done, that would be Heaven. But to be in the public eye all of the time — at home, awake, asleep, in love or out of it, married or single — well, don't be too jealous of me, you other girls, after all fun's fun, you know. ..." Read all about Shirley Temple, Bob Taylor, Grace Moore, Jeanette MacDonald and many other picture personalities in the May issue of Modern Screen