Modern Screen (Dec 1952 - Nov 1953)

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STANDS ALONE MAKING HIS DECISION. • by STEVE CRONIN )P REBUILDS HIS LIFE ■ A tall, handsome, hollow-cheeked cartoonist named Frank James Cooper was ambling along Hollywood Boulevard one June morning, about 25 years ago. Dressed in his only suit, a worn grey tweed, he was hungry and depressed because no one would give him work as an artist. As he stopped outside a bakery to savor the sweet warm odor of freshly-baked bread, two pals he'd known back home in Helena, Montana happened along. "How you doin', Frank?" one of them asked. "Still drawin' them funny pitchas?" Cooper grinned wanly. "I'm selling advertising on a theater curtain," he admitted. "Know anyone who wants to buy some?" His friends shook their heads. "Look, Frank," the older of the two said, "that ain't no way of makin' a livin' here in Hollywood. Jess and I — we come along a good thing. We double for those big-shot movie cowboys who don't know how to ride. Whyn't you do the same?" It took Frank Cooper all of 20 minutes to sprint from Hollywood Boulevard and Gower to the old Fox lot on Western Avenue. If there was one thing he'd learned on the Montana ranches, it was horseback-riding. Luck was with the lean, lanky youth, and he was hired as an extra at $10 a day. In the many years that have elapsed since that moment, which to him is still unforgettable, Gary Cooper has become recognized as one of the greatest*' box-office attractions in the history of the American cinema. He has played (Continued on page 70) Don't let the rugged sportsman exterior fool you. He's an astute businessman who acquired part of his education in England. An expert marksman, Gary's never abandoned his love of the outdoors. He taught Rocky her championship skeet shooting. Gary returned from his South Seas location to squire Rocky to the Davies party. He says, "She's a wonderful ... versatile woman." 51