Modern Screen (Dec 1938 - Nov 1939 (assorted issues))

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From there, with the agility, already evinced in his father's gymnastics, he jumped to mental telepathy. "It's a science, just as electricity is a science. You'd know this if you read Correll." I felt we were over both our heads, so I interrupted with, "Do you dance the rhumba ?" "No," he answered, not omitting the English touch, "but I can do the Lambeth Walk." At this point Jack Whiting thrust his head around a corner and reminded Fairbanks it was time to dress for dinner. "I'd better be going," I said. He flit Hill ft: 'Oh, no," said Fairbanks. "Don't mine 0 him. I'm always half an hour late. Everyjj J one who invites me places knows that." Studied lateness fits in with studiec casualness. Later he walked me to the elevator. He looked very handsome, so tall that He! stoops a little, so tanned that his skin has a baked golden quality. I liked his fact with its features put together in ruggec enough manner to remove him from the; matinee idol mold. And I noticed hi right ear, not matching his left, an eat with a distinct personality, standing outi f crazily lop-sized. I liked this, too. IN the elevator, I thought, if he woulc only let his character have free play, iJ he would only follow the course of that inj . , dependent ear, what a swell person Doug: f; las Fairbanks, Jr., might be. Then I remembered how young he stil is and how most impressionable people still growing up are apt to take on the color of their environment, and only gradu ally change as that environment changes and their own souls become strong enougl not to have to imitate. And I wished I had had the courage tc ask why he did not apply his "Be your self" philosophy to Douglas Fairbanks, Jri On second thought, I knew he would no: have done so, because if he did, ther Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., would automatically stop being a glamor boy. And I don' think he wants that. At least . . . not yet BORN TO BE A MUG (Continued from page 41) before I got kicked out. I'd beat them to it. Maybe you never forget things," John Garfield let flash his sudden, rare strong smile, "because I ran away from Hollywood after I'd made 'Four Daughters.' I thought I'd failed. I thought I'd get kicked out. So I beat it back to New York before the picture was previewed. "Well, I tried to run away from the Patri School. I got out the back way and hoofed it across a garden. I got hauled back by the school monitors. I was in for it, I thought. I was taken to Mr. Patri's office. He asked me to sif down, like I was a guest or something. That was my first meeting, face to face, with something fine and understanding. He talked to me, not about my attempt to run away, but about the flowers I'd trampled in the garden next door. What was he talking, Greek? He explained that flowers are living, beautiful things and that they have a right to live. And as he talked, I saw flowers, in my mind, for the first time. He asked me if I thought boys had any right to crush the life out of living, lovely things that are entitled to existence. Now, what was this? This was something new under the sun. SO there were folks in the world who didn't beat you, didn't tell you you'd come to a bad end? I was dumbfounded. I'd never experienced kindness like this. I worshipped Mr. Patri from that moment. "After that, he talked to me a lot. I realized later that he and his teachers were trying to help me find the thing I wanted to do, the thing I could do. I spoke some pieces at school. I liked that. I was always writing things about things I'd never heard of. I was always making up stories to tell the other kids. "Imagination," said Mr. Patri. I finally got into the Dramatics Class and for three years I ate and slept play-acting. Mr. Patri then suggested that I become an actor. An actor ! That did it ! : ■ ■1 That scooped up all the misdirected energy the blind impulses into one word, into on job, into one aim. An actor! Sure! "I wouldn't have been an actor if it hax not been for Angelo Patri. There's no sucl thing as a 'born actor.' There's no sucl thing as heredity influencing a man to b this or that. If there were any such thinj I wouldn't have become an actor. Go* knows, no' one in my family was ever a: artist of any kind. Nor did I become actor as a result of revolt against the mi: eries of my childhood. I wasn't miserabl I led the normal life of any East Side tene ment kid. And although it's a bad life, still and all it's a teeming, exciting life for kid. So I didn't revolt. I didn't emerg from the East Side to the stage as a natur al transition. "At Mr. Patri's suggestion, I entered ; national oratorical contest. I reached th< semi-finals in New York and found mysel something of a hero in my own neighbor hood. Kids who were decent to me onl; when I battered their faces now consideree me a hero because I had come out on to] of several thousand boys and girls in chinning contest. I found that words coule do what fists had done before." During summer vacations, too, younj Garfield spent his time writing, produc ing, directing and starring in "sand lot' plays in the Bronx. Admission was a pen ny a person. The profits were used to de fray the costs of sets built of old appli boxes and discarded vegetable crates. His girl used to be in the audience at tin plays, too. Roberta Mann. His childhooe sweetheart. Dark and sweet and homey Believing in him. Letting in the light, too in her own way, which was the old sun way of love. Roberta Mann became Mrs John Garfield in 1934. Young John graduated from Angelc Patri and immediately enrolled at the Hecksher Foundation there to continue hi: dramatic studies. He paid some of his ex