Modern Screen (Dec 1933 - Oct 1934)

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One morning he hadn't come out of his room, so I went in to see what the trouble was. He was lying in bed, and when I licked his hand it was dry and hot. He patted me and Harry took me out for a walk. There wasn't any fun in it. I couldn't even take an interest in the lady dogs we met — I, who had always had such an eye for canine pulchritude. I wanted to be home where I could see that Ted was all right. They said he had the grippe and kept me out of the room, because the doctor had ordered that he should be very quiet. That night I couldn't go to bed, but slept outside his door, and my food didn't taste right. The next night, when they saw I was going to stay there anyway, they moved my bed outside his room. It was a week before he came out — and I lost seven pounds worrying. Did I snarl at the doctor and try to keep him out because he was a stranger ? Not on your life ! BY the way, I have posed for so many pictures that I learned to hold still until the second click of the shutter. Harry thinks that's very clever of me, and I'm inclined to agree with him. I'm not afraid of flashlights, either ; in fact, I'm a bit blase. I must admit one vice, however — vanity. I like to look at myself in the mirror. I like to be washed and brushed. And I like to be the center of attraction. Perhaps that's why I enjoy my movie work so much, and am so sorry when it's temporarily over. I remember, when we had completed our latest contract, I used to get up early every morning and try to get Harry to climb out of bed, so that he could take me to the studio. It took several days to catch on to the fact that we were actually having a vacation. But I'll be glad to get back into pictures again — we plan to start a new series this fall — for I do miss the attention I get on the lot. Once, when I was working for Warner Brothers, I had been up late the night before, and was mighty sleepy when I reported to the set. As usual, stars, extras, directors and cameramen lavished their attentions upon me — all of which left me unmoved. Then Sam Sax came along, and I made a big fuss over him. Not only is Sam a swell fellow — the sort every dog likes — but he's also the man who signs my contracts, and even a dog has to use a little diplomacy these days. I have my relaxations, too. Besides those I mentioned, Harry sometimes takes me to see a movie — generally a preview. Though I earn my living from the films, I'm not really what you might call a dyedin-the-wool fan. When there's plenty of action in the picture, it holds my interest, but during the love scenes I generally manage to catch a few winks of sleep. My favorite star is not, as you might have supposed, Helen Twelvetrees ; I favor Thelma Todd, Jean Harlow and Laurel and Hardy. There's always something doing in their pictures ! Besides movies, I've been on the radio a dozen or so times, and while I don't mind it, I don't think it has the lure of the lens. So, my recipe for dogs who would succeed in the movies may be summed up as follows : Get plenty of sleep. Keep your diet simple. Go in for clean living (my greatest dissipation is an occasional glass of beer). And get yourself a manager like Harry. Well, I guess that's all there is to my story. And I hope I haven't been too dogmatic. Anticipating a Blessed Event {Continued from page 65) a natural, normal kid. "But if she wants to be an actress when she grows up, I'll help her to be. It's a funny thing but every time I talk to a mother in show business she always says, 'I never want my child to see the inside of a theatre or studio. I don't want my daughter to be an actress.' "I don't get that attitude at all. Listen, where would those mothers be if it weren't for show business? And why should they want to keep their children out of the theatre ? "Maybe I'm just dumb. Maybe I wasn't attractive, but I started on the stage when I was a very young girl — and nobody ever tried to kidnap me. Nobody ever tried to seduce me. I was just as safe as I would have been in boarding school. Well, maybe I'm not the type, but I can't see how going on the stage can hurt any girl. ■ "Sure, I had a lot of disappointments and hard knocks, but they didn't hurt me either. Believe me, I'm not going to try deliberately to keep little Sandy out of the theatre. She can be an actress if she wants to be — and I'll do everything I can to help her. BUT when she's little I want her to have a normal life. Don't you hate to see sweet little kids with their hair peroxided and curled beyond recognition? Well, I do. "George tells me I'll spoil Sandy and maybe I will. But I don't think I really will. I believe in making children mind. There's a child in our family who was an angel when she was a baby but now — oh gosh ! She'll be playing with something and drop it on the floor and I'll tell her to pick it up. And she'll say, 'No, you pick it up. I'm too tired !' Well, I could give her a good spanking right then, but I can't because she isn't mine. I'll spoil Sandy, if loving her with all my heart is spoiling her. But believe me, for her own sake and mine, I'm going to make her mind. "Yes, I'm going to tell Sandy that she is adopted, when she is old enough to understand, because I don't want anyone else to tell her — and some 'kind' friend always does — and hurt her feelings. I don't want our baby to be hurt ever, and if the other kids tease her about being adopted and say that she doesn't really belong to George and me, I'm going to tell her what to answer. I'm going to say : " 'Listen, darling, those other little boys and girls who tell you they have 'real' mothers and fathers aren't any better loved — perhaps not so much so — as you are. When they were born their mother had to take what she got. She didn't have any choice. But I — your mother — looked all over the world for you. I looked at a hundred little girls before I decided that you were just the one I wanted. You were chosen by your mother, carefully chosen. Those other kids just happened to come to their families and there was nothing their mothers could do about it.' "Don't you think if she really believes that — and it's true, isn't it? — that she won't be hurt when anybody throws it up to her that she's adopted? "Oh, I can't wait until the time comes 92