Modern Screen (Dec 1937 - Nov 1938)

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MODERN SCREEN anything. There's a youngster in our picture right now. She came to the casting director of this studio every single day for six months. The first time she came he told her that she was overweight. She didn't go home and whine and say, T can't get into pictures, I'm too fat.' No, she went home and lost weight and came back and continued to come back every day for six months and didn't ask for help or so much as a hitch-hike from anybody. And here she is and she's got a nice talent and you'll see her in 'Jezebel.' Her name is Janet Shaw and she'll go places because she uses her own brains. "I can't stand pale martyrs. I adore people who go out and get what they want. I even admire this gal I'm playing because she goes out and, come hell or high water, gets her man. I CAN'T bear people, professionals, who discuss their 'marriage problems' in print. In the first and last place, when a marriage becomes more 'problem' than anything else, it's time for the parties thereof to divide the books and go their ways. "I will not discuss my marriage," yelped Bette. "I'm all through with that. If my husband were an actor, it might not matter, publicity would then be his natural element. But Ham isn't in pictures and it's embarrassing for him to read about his private life in my publicity. Besides, I have no marriage problems. Hateful word, problems. I have no more problems than does the wife of a boiler-maker or the wife of a traveling salesman. For if a woman is in love with her husband there are no problems. It's only when she falls out of love that she begins to figure how much she is putting up with. "I'm not affected by the rumors, the grapevine system of Hollywood, which, with its little slanderous shots and tattletale tendrils, coils around so many hearts here, so many marriages, crushing the life out of them, and the faith. If there's anything important going on in our lives. Ham's and mine, we won't have to read about it in the newspapers. We'll go to press first." "Let's see, what else? I'm a doggone good housekeeper. My mother drilled that into me with an iron rod. I try to be a wife as well as a moom pitcher star, and so far there have been no complaints. I keep my house myself. I mean, I order the meals, with an eye to the things Ham likes to eat. I inspect my ice box and cupboards as a good New England housewife should. I count the linens, send Ham's clothes to the tailor, inspect bureau drawers and usually put them in order myself. "I love to talk. It's my favorite pastime. "I'm not the maternal type and I know it. I would make the most ghastly mother that ever lived. On the other hand, if ever I have a child, and I hope I do, I might turn out to be one of those doting mommers with complexes about sterilizing everything the child touches, even to boiling the woolly lamb. "I'm horribly possessive. I love the feel of things being mine. I could never adopt a child because I would have to feel that the child belonged to me, was my own flesh and blood or not at all. "I'm not happy. I'm absolutely frightened to be happy, afraid something might happen. I'm superstitious about it. I'm like the Chinese peasant who shields his sturdy little son from the vengeance of the jealous gods by hiding him with his body, crying out, 'He's a poor thing, Lords, he's ugly and pock-marked and shrivelled.' So I deny my happiness, crying out, 'I'm not happy, Lords, I'm a poor miserable wretch, do not envy me to my destruction.' "And there is no reason why I should not be happy. I am happy in my home. I am happy in my marriage. I am happy in my work because I love it. I wouldn't give up my work for anything in the world, nor for anyone, not even to save my own heart from breaking. WHEN I'm not working I like to go away for week-ends. Or I catch up on my reading. Now and then we have a few friends in for an informal supper party. Most of our friends are writers. We never go night-clubbing. "My favorite foods are potatoes and chocolate bread pudding. I adore them. "I loathe orchids and those big corsages that always wobble all over me and ruin my dress. I love lilies of the valley, little sprays of them, to pin at my throat, waistline, wherever I please. I'm tritely fond of gardenias. Among my favorite film stars are Garbo, and, of course, Spencer Tracy. I want to play Ibsen's 'Wild Duck' on the screen. I'm skeptical about people. I don't trust people until they've stripped themselves to the bone, so that I can see how their hearts beat and of what stuf¥ their spirits are made. That's one thing this town called Hollywood has done for me, turned a trusting little New England girl into a cynic and a skeptic ! "And now," said Bette, quite savagely, smashing out her cigarette with enough vigor to damp down Vesuvius, "now bring on your candid cameramen, ace interrogators, cross-examiners, and see if they can dig up anything I haven't told on myself !" Limply, I followed lively Bette to the set and, unamazed, watched her get her man. Freshness is the special charm of Old Golds, too! Binnie Barnes lias the fresh beauty so often found in her native Britain. After successes on the London stage, her movie roles under the direction of the famous Alexander Korda led to a Hollywood contract in 1934. (See her in Goldwyn's "Marco Polo". Every pack wrapped in 2 jackets of Cellophane; the OUTER jacket opens from the BOTTOM. THE most priceless and perishable charm a star — or a cigarette — can have, is freshness. No effort, no expense, is too great to guard it. For if it fades, down goes "box office appeal". Hollywood spends fabulous sums to prolong the freshness of its stars. Old Gold spends a fortune to protect — for you — the freshness of prize crop tobaccos. Just as too much exposure coarsens beauty, so dryness, dampness and dust rob fine tobaccos of smoothness and flavor. To give you Old Golds at the very peak of appealing freshness, every Old Gold package is double-sealed, in 2 jackets of moisture-proof Cellophane. Try a pack of Double-Mellow Old Golds, and discover how much factory-Jreshness adds to your smoking pleasure! TUNE IN on Old Gold's Hollywood Screenscoops, Tues. and Thurs. nights, Columbia Network, Coast-to-Coast. 93