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Paul and Bella — Mr. and Mrs. Muni to you — take time out to say hello, with smile effects.
BY MARY JACOBS
YOU THINK you know Paul Muni. You've read thousands of words, dozens of stories on what he's like — a very serious, sober man, shy and diffident, with no time for hobbies, for anything but work. And how he married without loving his wife, Bella Finkle, and only fell in love with her after their marriage. To all of which I say Bunk.
For I spent an entire afternoon chatting with a young lady who knows Paul Muni better than anyone except Mrs. Muni. A young lady who has known and loved him for fifteen years.
I'm talking of his sister-in-law, Lucy Finkle, to whom he is brother, brother-in-law, fine artist, grand fellow and playfellow combined.
Lucy herself is a slim, petite girl with laughing brown eyes and curly dark hair. She resembles her older sister, Bella, Paul's wife, very much. "Except," she adds, "Bella has gorgeous brown eyes and is an inch shorter."
We chatted together in the lobby of the Hotel Wellington where Lucy lives, and works very hard to prepare herself for grand opera. She has a lovely soprano voice.
Lucy Finkle saw Paul Muni first. Yes, even before her sister Bella did. Rather, she saw his hands first, and fell for them.
It happened fifteen years ago, when Paul Muni was the star of the Irving Place Theatre, and was top man m the Yiddish theatre, earning $250. a week. Now all the Finkles are theatrical folk. Papa Finkle was the father of the
So you think you know this fine