Modern Screen (Dec 1937 - Nov 1938)

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MODERN SCREEN kind of hard to make up with, she doesn't rush them. She waits until they make up with her, and they always do. There's little Junior who comes to the studio to sell papers and magazines. She just loves that kid. Last Christmas she had everybody hunting a dog for Junior. Then she heard that somebody else had bought him one. She was dreadfully disappointed at first. Then she said, "No matter, so long as he gets a dog," and she bought him a leather jacket instead. Then there was the time when one of the directors thought maybe he could use Junior in a picture. Miss Loy was testing for a picture at the same time. Every day, regular as clockwork, Junior'd ask, "Dja get the pitcha. Miss Loy?" That's just how he'd say it. And she'd say, "Not yet. Did you?" "Not yet," he'd say. And she'd say, "Got my fingers crossed." And he'd cross his fingers too and wave them at her. Then finally one day he said, the same as always, "Dja get the pitcha, Miss Loy?" And she said, "Yes, did you?" "Nope," Junior said. Then he took one look at her face and said, "Gee, Miss Loy, you don't have to feel bad about it. Fd rather sell papers any day." So you can imagine how she felt when there was talk about not letting Junior sell his papers any more at the studio. She went straight to the front office and got that fixed up. We were sitting here in the dressing-room one afternoon when Junior came in. Generally, nothing fazes him, but he was plenty bothered that day. He wiggled and kept shoving his feet around, and at last he came out with it. "Miss Loy, my mother said to give you something." He ran up and grabbed her and gave her the biggest kiss, then he ran out as if the cops were after him. Next minute he poked his head in at the door again. "No snitching now," he says. And she holds up her hand and says, serious as anything, "No snitching, Junior." But her eyes were just shining. Miss Loy is forever talking about her grandchildren— kidding, you know. When she got that crown for being Queen of the Movies, she put it in a little nook in the library. "That's to show my grandchildren, when Fm old," she said. SHE'S the happiest person for all she's so quiet. It's just grand to see two people as happy as she and Mr. Hornblow. I never shall forget the day they were married. She didn't say much, but goodness! You could see it written all over her. I helped her pack — or rather, I packed for her. She didn't know what to take. It was the only time I ever saw her fluttery. We told her she had to have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. Well, of course, there were lots of new things, so she wore a pair of old hose. Then she borrowed a handkerchief, and Miss Bond, her secretary, went out and bought her a pair of blue garters. Her dress was a beige handprint, all over colors, and she wore a brown crepe de chine hat, with brown patent shoes and bag_. All of us were standing at the door, Sergei the cook, the butler, the chauffeur and I. I said, "I hope you'll be as happy as a queen, Mrs. Hornblow," and she smiled the sweetest smile, and bent over and kissed me. I was so thrilled. Sergei baked a beautiful wedding cake and sent it down to surprise her at Palos Verde where they spent their honeymoon. She still has a piece of that cake and the little bride and groom Sergei put on top of it. Then when the house was built, my, she was like a kid. It's not a fancy house — they don't like a lot of frills and feathersjust a beautiful home. And she'd rather fuss around that house and garden than — go to see the President, I guess. Every morning, even when she's working, she plans the menu for dinner. She loves to cut recipes out of magazines and then do something different with them. For instance, the recipe might call for a certain kind of wine. Well, she'll talk it over with the cook and say, "Maybe that wine won't he so good. 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