Motion Picture (Aug 1940-Jan 1941)

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A little bit heavier, a little shorter of wind, a little more careful of his diet than in the days when greenbacks turned to yellow, but otherwise the same smooth, slick guy — on the surface. If you had the time and the opportunity to probe beneath the surface you, of course, noticed a change. A change all the more effective because it was so subtle. There was a polish about his manner. There was a poise. There was, unmistakably, an air of the gentleman. Almost imperceptibly you sensed that he not only fitted Broadway's definition of a regular guy, but that a Tuxedo (the town, not the coat) garden party would have lorgnetted him as calm, courteous, considerate and conservative. The Norma Shearer influence is responsible. George Raft didn't high-hat Broadway, even the new honky-tonky, slack-suit-wearing, orange-juice-guzzling Broadway. Here, in itself, was a sign of that tact which is the essence of gentlemanliness. At the same time, he no longer has the stamp of his muggsy youth on Tenth Avenue. The Killer and the Lady, yes ! But also the Lady-Killer and the Lady. THE latter role is predominant now, has been predominant for more than a year. It goes back to the excitement-crowded summer of 1939 when the world didn't know what any day might bring, when nerves were taut and recklessness was in the air. Liners were still plowing to Europe. The World's Fair's international section was making a brave show of gaiety. And to New York came the Charles Boyers. To New York came also Norma Shearer and George Raft — though not together. Their worlds were far apart then. She was the aloof, the legendary occupant of an unapproachable pedestal. In a community where caste is determined chiefly by the size of the bank account, Miss Shearer, as the widow of Irving Thalberg, was regarded as in a class by herself. Not that George Raft was in any danger of finding the wolf in his swimming pool. It had paid him well to be a flashy, lip-curling, "gat"-packing menace on the screen — had paid him well ever since the memorable make-believe of Scarface. But Raft's resources, after all, were vastly inferior to Shearer's. If his chips were blue, hers were indigo. One night in New York Raft accepted an invitation to join the Boyers and Miss Shearer at the Fair — at, specifically, the Brazilian Pavjlion. There would be dinner and after that some dancing to the tropical rhythms of a native rhumba band. Oh, there were things to see and do ! It would be such fun. Now Raft is a nifty stepper. He had once made a pretty good living at stepping in public. His new partner at the Brazilian Pavilion could dance, too. They found rhythm at once. But, more important, they found harmony. It is curious how often romance comes to people of the show world in a casual dance. There was the conspicuous example of Billie Burke and the late Florenz Ziegfeld, Jr. Ziegfeld had been able to keep his heart whole even when he was surrounded by the most beautiful young things ever assembled on one stage. But one night, attending a party at the Ritz, he met and danced with Billie Burke. And presently he was in love. _ George and Norma discovered romance similarly. They discovered, returning to the Fair, returning to Brazil's dance floor and France's terrace, that they were inexpressibly happy in each other's company. He found her sympathetic, intelligent, altogether charming. To her he was amusing, attentive, vivid. They had much to talk about. They had come up to their place in life the hard way. Years before she had done some modeling on Broadway, had smiled down on him from a tire ad as he went the rounds of his dancing jobs. They laughed about that, about those days and the struggles they had. In a few days the Boyers and Miss Shearer sailed for Europe on the Normandie. Raft had planned to leave on an earlier ship. By a strange coincidence he was now a fellowpassenger aboard the French liner. Editors back in newspaper offices raised their eyebrows, raised also a question. They wirelessed Raft, literally, at sea : "What about it? Are you having romance with Norma Shearer?" His Broadway training came to his help. He wisecracked back : "You flatter me. Am making up a fourth at bridge." Obviously, there could be no startling headline about a bridge party. By the time they returned Europe was on the march and they were deeply in love. George Raft shies at any discussion of his romance with Norma Shearer or of the broken one with Virginia Peine, though he knows that a gossip-hungry world is interested. He had been happy with Virginia Peine, but in meeting Norma no one else mattered. The feeling is reciprocated. While he was playing at the Strand Norma Shearer came to New York to be near him. He wanted her to make an appearance with him at the Strand. She refused. His wish was inspired by his pride in her and not by any realization of what such a joint appearance would mean in publicity headlines and photographs. They visited restaurants and night clubs, took motorcar rides, and at the end of his theater engagement, they went on to Saratoga to be the guests of the Mervyn LeRoys at the races. IF RAFT is proud of Norma Shearer's prestige, she, in turn, is proud of his popularity. She had had her first glimpse of that popularity during their sojourn in Europe when people in the streets, neglecting her and the others, yelled, "Hello, Georgie !" She had new recognition of it during his engagement at the Strand when long queues of people stretched halfway down the street either to see his performance or to get a glimpse of him outside the stage entrance. Norma Shearer is proud of his success. He was a star in his own right. He was not just a gangster on the screen. George Raft was originally scheduled for one week of personal appearances. If business warranted it the engagement would be stretched another week. But so clamorous was the public to gape at him performing in the flesh that he remained for a third week and could have played a fourth had he not tired of the confining routine of five shows a day. He wanted a brief vacation before returning to his chores at the Warner studios. The larger part of the clamorous public was feminine. To this part he still seemed a reincarnation of Valentino. Yet, [Continued on page 70]