Modern Screen (Dec 1947 - Nov 1948)

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Sold at drug stores, notion counters in 3 absorbencies (Regular, Super, Junior). Month's supply slips into your purse. Tampax Incorporated, Palmer, Mass. Accepted for Advertising by the Journal of the American Medical Association does it darned well, as I can assure you. I couldn't help contrast the matrimonial mockery oj a certain star who has supported her idle husband for years and years — just for respectability's sake, because he was the father of her child before she found fame. But she acted — without regard for that child, or the husband, like any fancy free single gal: scores of romances, affairs and brazen carryingson. Why not? She was independent; she paid the bills. And, just to make everything cozy, she even supported her husband's girl friend, too — and still does! When the Jameses were first married, Betty tried to keep up with Harry on his band tours. It didn't work. Wherever she went she found Betty Grable, movie star, too powerful an attraction and distraction. The crowds yelled for her and unless she sang, took a bow or did something they grumbled. That was bad for Harry, bad for her. Now Betty stays home — "where I belong." Betty's been accused of being dull, uncooperative (she's always up on that Hollywood Women's Press Club slam-list) and ambitionless. Only the last one's halfway true. Betty's ambition — as she truly stated — is to have a happy home and raise her daughters right. If Betty Grable's "dull," it's because she fights to shield her home and family from the spotlight of publicity. If she's "uncooperative," it's because an early Hollywood beating fed her up with stunts for sweet publicity's sake. "When I started back at Paramount," Betty recalled, "I was getting absolutely no parts in pictures, but I worked ten hours a day, posing for every still anybody could dream up. They even pushed me inside a cage with a tiger once — with cameramen hidden behind every bar." "In a bathing suit?" I asked. "You, not the tiger." "Of course," grinned Betty. "I always was in a bathing suit. That's when all this 'Legs Grable' stuff started.. So now I'm 'uncooperative.' They get me for publicity when they catch me." who's grable? . . . "Vicki," she told me, "has no idea who 'Betty Grable' is. I'm Betty James or Mrs. James, or Mommy." It seemed to me that Vicki shares about everything, already, that Betty and Harry do. I checked on that with Betty. "She certainly does," she said proudly. "Whatever we do that's good for a little girl, Vicki's in on. That's why we have kids — to enjoy them." 1 conjured up the contrasting picture of a certain career-crazy big star, I know, who has a son, a swell little guy. But this star hates to admit it, won't even let him be mentioned in print because that's "bad publicity." Not to mention another glamor star who's always been bored with all her daughters, ungracious to them all the time they grew, interested only in herself. When her eldest got engaged, mama, after several marriages, was starting a new family. She went shopping for her maternity clothes, trotted her engaged daughter along. "By the way," she said, "you might as well pick up your trousseau while I'm shopping." (At a maternity shop!) "Can I take some friends along?" asked the daughter. It's a pretty exciting occasion, choosing a trousseau. "Certainly not!" snapped her selfish mother. "I can't be annoyed in the condition I'm in!" What I've always wanted to know: Why did she have children in the first place? She never enjoyed them. Vicki James has her own pony, "Sweetie Pie," at the James ranch. She has her own piano, too. Last Christmas she came right out and demanded the piano, and Betty sweet and hot by leonard feather * * Highly Recommended * Recommended No Stars: Average FROM THE MOVIES APRIL SHOWERS — title song: *Roy Noble (Columbia). Carolina In The Morninq: *Tony Martin (Victor). ARCH OF TRIUMPH — Long After Tonight: *Yve+te (Vitacoustic); Kate Smith (M-G-M); Betty Rhodes (Victor).^ Remember Yvette, the "French" trail from Alabama who was about as Gallic as Hildegarde from Milwaukee? Well, she's dropped the foreign accent and emerges as a swell singer sans the French frills. It's a good tune, too. DAISY K1NYON — You Can't Run Away From Love: Harry James (Columbia). GOLDEN EARRINGS — album of theme music: **Victor Younq (Decca). IF YOU KNEW SUSIE — My Brooklyn Love Sonq: *Marion Hutton (M-G-M). Marion, who sanq with the old Glenn Miller band, had a brief film fling, then retired to motherhood, sounds much more phonogenic than sister Betty, and the song's as Brooklyn as the Dodgers. SONG OF MY HEART— Tschaikowsky album: 'Tommy Dorsey (Victor). Allied Artists' movie, life of Russia's gift to Tin Pan Alley gives this eight-sided album topicality. Moon Love, Our Love, Tonight We Love, The Things I Love, etc., all swiped unashamedly from Peter llyitch, are heard here. ALBUMS **TONY MARTIN— You And the Night And the Music (Victor). **CHARLIE PARKER et ol.— Bebop Jazz 1948 (Dial). ♦CHARLIE BARNET— Barnet Favorites (Apollo). thought they'd get her a toy one, but Vicki insisted on a "weel one like Daddy's." That did it with Harry. He scoured Los Angeles for a full keyboard, pint-size piano like they use in bars sometimes. Finally, down on Main Street in a second hand shop, he found it. He painted the old scarred finish sky blue, and Miss Victoria can hammer out bits of Chopin and Grieg at the age of four. "You know," Betty chuckled, "Vicki even takes in the races with us. We love horses, so does she. Last time we went to Santa Anita, Vicki picked four winners." "Good Lord!" I said. "How?" "Just pointed her little finger at the entries and where it came down, Mommy made a two-dollar bet. Four paid off. For her size, she's the biggest winner in the James family." Betty's normally possessive about her kids, but not like a certain big star who adopts children simply to possess them — right down to every tiny heart-beat. I sat in her room once when she brought in the babes, lined them up at attention, practically.