Modern Screen (Feb - Oct 1933 (assorted issues))

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Franchot's father's work took him all over the world, with the result that Franchot celebrated his fifth birthday in France, his sixth birthday in Tucson, Arizona, and his seventh at Saranac Lake. And with the result, too, that most of his early schooling was had from private tutors. And so the travel, which gave him lots of new things to see and do, and the tutors, who were friendly and did whatever he told them to do, kept him from being a rebel as a little boy. But when he was fourteen, and they sent him away to the fashionable Hill School at Pottstown, in Pennsylvania, he turned back to that great-great-greatgrandfather with a bang ! T T was an exclusive school for the *■ sons of rich men, set on sprawling soft green lawns, with fine old trees and buildings. There was only one thingwrong with it, and that was that the faculty put up a lot of rules for the boys to obey. There were four rules which were especially rigorous. These were (1) that the boys should not smoke (2) that the boys should not drink (3) that the boys should not swear, and (4) that the boys should not talk to the town girls when they went walking on Sunday. Those were four very strict rules, and Franchot proceeded to do exactly four things about them: 1. He smoked. 2. He drank. 3. He swore with awful violence. 4. And he talked to the town girls when he went walking on Sunday. And he a mere stripling-lad of fifteen ! Then the faculty decided that the enforcement of the rules was not severe enough, and they stepped in and began to take the power of punishment away from the boys themselves, who until then had had a kind of committee of judges. What happened was that the sixth form, the older boys in the school, banded together and threatened to walk out and never come back. It was rebellion— stark, wild rebellion! "Well," said the faculty, "you cannot have a rebellion without someone to start it. Now, we wonder who started this one? We'll look around and see." And, of course, the investigation brought out that a quiet boy with hazel eyes, an innocent-appearing boy with a perfect record, who had never been caught doing a single bad thing, the sly young divvil that he was — the investigation of course brought out that it was this boy who had been going around and stirring up all the rebellion. And so what could the faculty do but kick out young Master Tone? They kicked him out very politely, but they sent home a note to his papa and mama saying that he had been "a subtle influence for disorder all throughout the Franchot Fall term." And off he marched. Subtle, they had to say, for they hadn't really ever been able to catch him at it. Oh, they're the clever ones, the great great great grandsons of handsome, dashing Irish General Wolfe Tone ! W FIY, then, the story goes on, Franchot was a good lad until he went away to college. At Cornell things were all right until other folks began to tell him how to mind his business. Rebels, you know, can never stand to have others tell them what they ought to do. Franchot was taken into a good fraternity at Cornell. That was fine, too, until "his fraternity brothers began to hint, "Don't go out for the Dramatic Club. It'll be better for the house if you'll try out for manager of the crew, or something manly like that." Drama was what Franchot was interested in. That was what they foolishly forgot. Crews meant no more to him than eight men absurdly lathering themselves into a state of exhaustion in a flimsy boat. Then there was a fraternity dance, and there was a house rule that co-eds should not be brought to dances, so Franchot brought a co-ed to the dance. And, next, his fraternity brothers balked because he wasn't snobbish enough. He insisted on making friends of fellows who didn't have enough money, or enough social prominence, to get into fraternities, you see, and that would never do. Finally, Franchot remembers, they annoyed him with "too much hand-shaking and brotherly love and advice." And he told them to go You-KnowWhere, and moved out of the handsome fraternity house with the Greek letters beside the door, just exactly one school term after he had moved into it. "Your career on the campus is finished, for this!" His ex-fraternity brothers, not so loving any more, made the dire prophecy. And Franchot laughed, and did something funny with his fingers and his nose — a sort of trick, it must have been —and countered by getting himself elected to the Senior Society. It was the highest honor in the college, and he was the first president of the Dramatic Club ever to be elected to it. . . . How the scrapping, joyous, laughing rebels always seem to come through ! H E graduated from Cornell in 1927 and his cousin, who owned the Gary McGary stock company playing in Buffalo, gave him a try-out job as assistant stage manager. That meant overalls and hard work and little pay, but the sons of the sons of General Wolfe Tone of Ireland are the favored of the Lord ! For an actor in the cast withdrew on account of illness, and Franchot sat up all night and learned the part, and the next night he was a full-fledged actor in a professional stock company.