Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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Please Bend postpaid in plain wrapper, large jar of THIN-0CREME with directions. 1 agree to pay postman T1.95 plus a few cents postage. My money to be refunded if 1 am not pleased. Name. company was filming a location scene with a lot of heavy riding and for the first time Joel got the impression that an actor's life was not all "sissy." When Gray confided to Joel the salary he was making ($250 a week) it was the beginning of Joel's first half-hearted ambition to become an actor himself. If one could ride horses all day long and draw $250 weekly in the bargain, it was a far more lucrative calling than his original ambition of being a cowboy rancher. Hollywood was growing up and becoming world famous. The movies were moving into gilded palaces. Movie stars and their doings were becoming of paramount interest all over the world. Joel's father was beginning to make a good deal of money on his property holdings and he had become one of the community's most progressive citizens — but to Joel, Hollywood was still the place where he and Louis trapped wildcats in the hills. He still assiduously avoided parties and girls, preferring a Lone Wolf existence with his pal, Louis. HpHE fall of his fourteenth year he -*• entered Hollywood High School. He was still only casually interested in his studies — but managed to get by, principally because a certain scholastic showing was required before one was eligible for athletics. Above all things he loathed and dreaded any form of responsibility. At one time he was nominated for President of the student body, but excused himself by saying he had to work before and after school and had no time for the responsibilities of the job. Later, after Joel became a star, he confided to an interviewer that any form of responsibility was the bane of his existence. "That's one reason I have tried to stay shy of falling in love. Love is a responsibility — and a big one." In his third year of high school his utter self-sufficiency was upset by a charming; brunette arirl named Elizabeth Lippincott. In spite of all he could do to prevent it — he fell for Elizabeth, and fell hard. She was a pupil at the Hollywood School for Girls. Many daughters of film folk attended this school — Edwin Carewe's daughter, Rita; Francis X. Bushman's two daughters and Cecelia DeMille, whom Joel had known for years. Elizabeth was just at the age when she liked to go to parties — and the situation evolved itself into this: if Joel was to be her "friend" he was going to have to learn to dance. Elizabeth must have had a strong influence over Joel, for he not only learned to dance (a very painful process) but he joined the Junior Bachelor Club. Probably to counteract any bad impression connected with his social activities, Joel affected plaid shirts and old cords with heavy army shoes and a wide-brimmed Stetson hat for school wear. In that he-man outfit certainly no one would think he had gone "sissy." TTLIZABETH was the first girl Joel " ever kissed. He was eighteen years old. One night when he was driving her home from a dance they argued about another boy who had danced twice with her at the party. Joel didn't like him. She said he was being very silly. "Well," said Joel, independently, "you probably won't see me again . . . it's too bad but that's the way I feel about it." By this time they were at her front door and Joel was fumbling with the key. "I promise I won't ever dance with him again — if you'll come back," Elizabeth conceded. And before he knew it Joel had kissed her. He was so surprised at his own daring that he could hardly open the door for her. He felt weak in the knees. He sat in his car one hour after Elizabeth had gone in, too stunned and surprised to drive off. Here was romance with a capital R and it had happened to him of all people. ( To be continued.) Roddyjock {Continued from page 52) wagged vibrantly. His stumpier legs danced with pleased excitement. His shining black little eyes turned inquiringly from one vociferous claimant to the other. His head was tilted on one side, in seeming indecision. Then, suddenly his choice was made. He galloped eagerly over to a small boy who stopped at the curb to watch the odd sight. Around and around the youngster he frisked; barking shrilly and pawing the boy's legs and even licking the newcomer's shoes. In brief, he gave every exuberant Scottie manifestation of rapture at meeting an adored and long-lost owner. Very evidently the boy was not used to dogs. This noisy exuberance frightened him. He took to his heels. After him cantered the Scottie. Looking over his shoulder and finding he was pursued, the boy stooped for an imaginary stone to hurl. At this gesture, the Scottie halted in his glad pursuit. With lofty diginity he abandoned so ungracious a stranger ; and came loping back toward Ruth and Clay, who had been staring after him in unbelieving chagrin. "Might play Solomon, and cut him in two, and each of us take half," suggested Clay, trying to cover his annoyance at his canine chum's dearth of loyalty. "In order to 'play Solomon,' " retorted the girl, as annoyed at the Scottie's dereliction as was Barry himself, "one should have at least a tithe of Solomon's brains. The role doesn't quite fit a man who can't think up a 122