Modern Screen (Dec 1934 - Nov 1935)

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People who object to violent laxatives that cause cramps and binding find FEEN-A-MINT an ideal solution of their problem. Over 15,000,000 men and women can testify to the satisfaction FEEN-A-MINT gives. And it's so easy to take, with its refreshing mint flavor. Try it next time. 15 and 25? at all drug stores. BETWEEI1 V0U mid me Quite a Feat In reading the letters sent to the movie lagazines by the fans, one can't help but notice that the stars come in for their share of the bitter with the sweet, justly or unjustly; one letter praises, the next pans. But there seems to be one star about whom one rarely reads any adverse criticism — Irene Dunne. In the past two and a half years, I have read countless magazines and papers, looking for articles about this grand actress, and only once have I seen an adverse criticism — and as criticism goes, it was very mild. This seems to be quite a record and one of which Miss Dunne should feel very proud. Irene Dunne is one of our finest and most versatile actresses, but it has been only recently that her host of admirers have been given a chance to enjoy one of her greatest talents — her glorious singing voice. Now that the public knows what they can expect of her, I am sure they will not be content to be deprived of such talent any longer. — E. Shotwell, Saranac Lake, N. Y. Merely a Suggestion! What a grand team , Helen Hayes and the ! handsome Lew Ayres * j would make ! Both have the same wonderful quality of sensitiveness which imparts to their roles in any picture a refreshing sincerity in these days of posturing and aping mannerisms. The two of them — Hayes and Ayres — in a story done by Hugh Walpole — is my idea of a movie-goer's seventh heaven. — Helen Raether, Albion, Michigan. Ode to Dick Powell Who says Lanny Ross and Bing Crosby can act? That's a laugh. Why, Ross stands as straight and stiff as a poker with his arms hanging at his sides like a stuffed dummy. And when I say stuffed dummy, I mean just that. And as for Crosby, he can't act, either. His acting is very stilted. As for his singing, it's stale. Why, his younger brother, Bob, can sing ten times better than he. Ah, but Dick Powell (pictured) ! He can sing and act. And even if the story isn't so good, Dick is just the person to put the picture over with a bang. And he won't fade out with musicals, either. "Happiness Ahead,'' for instance, didn't have an awful lot of singing in it and Dick proved what a swell actor he is. — Marie Rippel, Philadelphia, Pa. Do You Agree? The following actors are in my opinion the personification of charm. You will notice that all of them are Europeans. I can only attribute this to their spontaneity of spirit. The American screen heroes are too staid and lacking in romance. Well, here goes : Francis Lederer (pictured), Tullio Carminati, Robert Donat, Fred Astaire and Maurice Chevalier. — R. M. J., Long Island City, N. Y. (This will most certainly rouse those of you with a patriotic st7-ain to action. Ah, but you're wrong about the Astaire gentleman, R. M. J. We'll have you know that he was born right here in these United States — Omaha, Nebraska, to be exact.) Temperament Is Taboo The really big stars of Hollywood haven't * I had to depend on temr*^^^ perament, indifference, assumed boredom or snobbishness to get them where they are, as Miss Hartley asserts in your January issue. Shearer (pictured), Crawford, Gaynor, Harlow, Moore, MacDonald, and even Mae West, all answer her definition of "nice." These stars are amiable to the press and friendly with their fans, and they're the ones who bring in the money at the box office. They don't throw things, swear in public, or act sullen. They don't have to. For, after all, a really excitingpersonality doesn't have to explode every few minutes to let us know she exists. — A Fan. Potpourri Why don't you send Garbo home? She's just wasting your good money. Joan Crawford's smile beats Joe E. Brown's all to pieces. Hot-cha-cha! Am I glad that we'll have a real actress soon, and by that I mean no one but that great "flame, Pola Negri (pictured). Myrna Loy and William Powell are gr-rand. Hurry, Mae West and make a picture ! You keep us in too great suspense. Jean Harlow, you re beautiful. And tell those censors -to take a long nap.— Geneva Miller, Flint, Mich. (Continued on page 98) Do you want to vote? See page 98 Fcen-amint C/ce^oUt^-Cyi^ LAXATIVE 6