Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1947)

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"What is this?" yelled the bosses, and it' was always John Lund crossing the courtyard. "What's he got?" they demanded. One crisp keypuncher hit nearest the bull's eye. "That's not an actor," she declared firmly. "That's a man!" Unlike many discoveries, John was acting when they found him. Playing Yank in The Hasty Heart "Paramount," says John, "plucked me from the dark obscurity of a leading role in a Broadway hit." His humor is ironic, but for the most part, genial. At the Jce Follies, a child asked for his autograph. Ten minutes later she came back with a furrowed brow. "Please would you tell me what this name is? It looks like 'John Lund'." "It is 'John Lund', my pet, and you're stuck with ft" Paramount has no reason to feel stuck with John. He photographs well enough to have rolled up — on the strength of a single release — a round, a firm, a fullypacked 2000 fan letters per week. His sea-blue eyes he must have got through his father, a Norwegian-born glassblower who died when John was three. The way he tosses language around sounds more like a gift from the maternal, or Irish side. His mother was small, but not meek. If something went wrong with the garbage disposal, she'd call the mayor. Once they got a gas bill to the tune of thirty-five bucks. Obviously, a clerical error. But Mother stormed into the president's office and harangued him to such purpose on the subject of rascally public utilities, that it' was months before the company dared send another bill. quiz kid .... John was the youngest of seven, with a gap of many years between him and Louise, next older and his natural champion. Their home was in Rochester, New York. They didn't have much money, but managed to live on the more respectable side of the tracks. For the first decade of his life, John was a law-abiding quiz kid who shot through six grades in three years and entered junior high at the age of ten. That year marked the climax of his good citizenship phase. For a statewide hospital campaign, he wrote an essay winding up as follows: "A hospital is a sacred thing. Life begins, life ends. I challenge you one and all to do your duty toward life." This won him the privilege of appearing at a money-raising luncheon. Only he forgot about it till somebody plucked him out of a ball game, and said: "It's time to go." He didn't look too formal. There was a tooth missing, but that wasn't his fault. There was also a hole in his stocking, mud on his shoes, a rip in his pants and an all-over sense of grime. He knew his mother'd raise cain. She raised cain if you wore your underwear twice in a row. "Suppose you got run over and they saw your dirty linen in a hospital!" He decided to solve the problem by keeping his coat on. This garment — sheepskin-lined and fur-collared, had been a gift from his brother Ole, and in it he felt like the Czar of all the Russias. Attempts to get him to remove it were in vain till they led him to the speaker's table to introduce him. There, someone too firm in authority to be resisted, said, "Sonny, take your coat off." Cornered, John hurled it to the floor in a grand gesture. His head was just visible