Modern Screen (Dec 1936 - Nov 1937 (assorted issues))

Lola Lane and Ramon in a torrid scene from "The Sheik Steps Out." Finishing it R. stepped out — on Hollywood. "We've seen men get attention before," marvels our correspondent "but Novarro topped 'em all." it fl HIGHT WITH TlOUflRRO YOU MAY remember that Ramon is the only known gent in captivity to have beaued the glamorous Greta Garbo to the New York night spots. According to all reports, they had a large evening, but nobody ever knew exactly what they did or where they went. They were secretive about it. But we can and will tell all — well, almost all, about our night with Novarro. It had its moments. Mebbe not the kind you're thinking of, but moments to us. For example, there was the one when we found ourselves stumbling down the aisle of the Ethel Barrymore Theatre behind a very confused little usherette. Ramon gallantly halted her with, "Please, let me. You know I used to be an usher." He found 'em, too, in the twinkling of an eye. There, was the moment when we were almost knocked down and walked upon by a mob of yelling women trying to get at Ramon, clutch his coat tails, pull his tie, get him to sign autograph books. We were scared. It was our first experience of such ilk, but Ramon didn't seem to mind a-tall. There was the moment when — but, let's go way backto the beginning. Ramon, finishing up his first picture, "The Sheik Steps Out," after returning from Europe, decided to spend a first holiday in New York in a long time. We met in the lobby of the Savoy Plaza Hotel at six o'clock to make an evening of it — dinner, theatre, a night club. Ramon was punctual to the dot, looking exceedingly debonair in a dark blue suit and carrying a radio script under his arm. He broke the sad news that we were to have an hour's interruption of our fun while he did a radio broadcast over WINS. But, first, dinner at Luigi's! BY MARY PARKES "I've just heard of it," he beamed. A big Italian garden, waterfall, trees, tables outdoors, delicious food. It's on Fifty-Eighth Street near Eighth Avenue. You would like? You would! We go." We hailed a cab. But — the taxi-cab driver looked bewildered. He'd never heard of Luigi's. Couldn't find it listed, but — we started. We toured sundry streets up and down. No luck. Finally, from Mr. Novarro, with wrinkled brow, "Maybe it was Forty-Eighth Street." A dirty look from the cab driver, but he made a daredevil turn in the middle of the block and headed hence. Eventually, from the host hanging out the taxi side and checking door numbers, came a shout, "It's there. Stop." Now Ramon's face lighted up. Ah! It wasn't Luigi's. It was Leone's he was looking for. Aside from having the wrong name and street address in mind, Ramon was as near right as most members of the male sex when they start out to find a new restaurant. However, it did look delightfully cool ; there was a waterfall, and there were shade trees in the garden. We were given a big table and a good one right near the fountain. Waiters hovered about — we never saw so many or had such attention in a New York eatery before ! There was an impressive looking menu. "Please," said Ramon, "let me order. You like Italianfood ? Yes ? We'll have Italian dinner all. I know what will be good." He knew all right. And what a meal our sheik for the night ordered. It was almost eight when the waiter brought the check, and we had to rush to get to the radio station. We felt stuffed. I must have gained at ( Continued on page 87) Our daring reporter dates a sheik, and then tells all — almost! 46