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

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MODERN SCREEN WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH LOMBARD? {Continued -from page 25) mathematics, then, to figure that some of the places she doesn't go, some of the things she doesn't do. Carole will, Fieldsie told me, forget and neglect the doing of things which may be of some advantage to her. She never neglects doing those things which are of advantage only to others. This, by the way, is a matter Lombard never discusses. She has the quaint and lovable idea that if you do good you negate it by talking about it. For it is a fact that Carole does a great deal of good. Not by the simple, customary starformula of writing out checks. She takes bowls of soup, made in her own kitchen, to the poor, to tuberculars, to places and persons that endanger her own health. She always finds time to comfort those whose lives are not lived among the stars. THEN, Carole takes her work very seriously. This is something few of us, even here in Hollywood, have ever fully realized. For Lombard seemingly touches Life with light, laughter -tipped fingers. But this antic attitude, I know now, is only seeming. For Fieldsie told me that when Carole is playing a character on the screen, she is that character all the time, at home as well as on the sets. When Carole was playing the squirrelly dame in "My Man Godfrey" and the others, Fieldsie nearly went nuts. Because Carole was being squirrelly all over the place, laughing her lunatic laughter as she poured the breakfast coffee, knocking over the furniture. You couldn't get a word of sense out of her. And then, when she again went dramatic in "Made For Each Other," playing the part of a life-saddened woman, she would come home from the studio every night and sit down and cry. She would cry for hours. She couldn't talk to anyone without choking up. Having a child in the picture, she would go all quivery at sight of a child in the streets. So that, when Carole is in production, she is either too wild to know what is going on or too depressed to care. Carole's whole life, it should be remembered, is predicated upon the twin sources of laughter and tears. As a small child, with her father so desperately ill, in such constant pain that he could only live at all with the help of drugs, she knew the dark shadows of hovering death. And there is the gallant tale of that automobile accident in 1925 — that Sunday afternoon when the young Carole went driving with the son of a prominent Hollywood banker. They were driving through Beverly Hills. The car struck a bump. The catch of the removable seat unhinged and Carole was catapulted, face forward, into the windshield. The wind-shield shattered and the beauty which was Carole's became a long, bloodmasked gash from her upper lip to the middle of her left cheek. No anaesthetic could be administered when that mangled face was sewn together. The surgeon did not want the facial muscles to relax while he sewed up the wounds. Only a slight scar now remains of what was once wrecked beauty. But certainly there must be an inner scar, not so slight, the result of those nine months when Carole moped about the house, sick at heart, believing "Lets duck... here comes that nosey pest again!" How Esther raised her baby the modern way. . . in spite of a snoopy neighbor 1. NEIGHBOR: Well, well, well . . . if it isn't our new mother. . . Did you take my advice about your baby, dear-r-r-R-R? ESTHER: No, I didn't. I thought it was too old-fashioned. 2. NEIGHBOR: Why. . .what do you mean! I know something about children. I raised five of them, didn't I? ESTHER: Yes, but you did it the hard way! Me . . . I'm following modern methods. 3. NEIGHBOR: Modern methods? Bosh! ESTHER: It's not bosh. It's common sense. My doctor tells me that babies should get special care ... all the way from special baby food to a special baby laxative. 4. NEIGHBOR: SpeciaHaxative? My dear! That's putting it on! ESTHER: It is not! If a baby's system is too delicate for adult foods ... it can also be too delicate for an adult laxative! 5. ESTHER: That's why the doctor told me to buy Fletcher's castoria. It's made especially and ONLY for children. There isn't a harmful ingredient in it. It won't upset a baby's stomach, and it works mostly in the lower bowel. It's gentle and safe! 6. BOB: Oh boy! . . . you sure told off that old snoop about Fletcher's Castoria . . . but why didn't you tell her how swell it tastes, too? ESTHER: I should have! I wish she were here to see how the baby goes for it . . . the old buttinsky! CL^H£elEfa^ CASTORIA The modern — SAFE — laxative made especially and ONLY for children 83