Motion Picture (Feb-Jul 1941)

had a mustache in Escape. The only reason why he shaved it off was that his role in Flight Command called for him to be clean-shaven, and he had to keep it shaved off for Billy the Kid. But he'll be growing it again on this vacation. "'""pHAT tired old story that I've in A fluenced his career is ridiculous, on the face of it. I figure I have enough trouble, managing my own career, without taking on anybody else's. He knew his way around and was a success before I ever met him. He is a very intelligent young gentleman who has got along so far by himself, and done all right. I wish I'd done half as well." It's equally ridiculous that Bob ever has tried, or ever would try, to make Barbara give up acting — which is practically her lifeblood. That rumor generated from the fact that she didn't work for several months between Remember the Night and Meet John Doe. "The only reason why I didn't work was that I was looking for a script I liked," said Barbara. And there's nothing to the rumors that Barbara Stanwyck is in ill health. "I lost quite a bit of weight, making Meet John Doe. and I haven't gained it all back — but I've never felt better in my life. Those ill health rumors crop up every so often, when somebody remembers that I once fell off a horse and injured my back. It's amazing that people can remember that, and' forget that right now I ride horseback — we go out to Bob's ranch practically every week-end to ride — and I swim and play golf and tennis and badminton." The silliest rumor of them all is the one that she's about to take a year's vacation. She's at the peak of her career. She has just made two big hits, and she's now making A Great Man's Lady, which should boost her acting stock still more. In the course of the picture, she ages from sixteen to an even hundred, against a dramatic background. Every studio in Hollywood is deluging her with scripts. AND what about that rumor that she's going to have a baby? "If I were going to have a baby," said Barbara, "I'd be the first to announce it. No columnist could beat me to it." That much-rumored year's vacation was allegedly going to be spent in New York (a continent away from Bob). Did she have any New York ideas whatsoever? "I've heard," she said, "that I've already rented an apartment and am going on the stage. What makes that funny is that I haven't seen a play manuscript in ten years. And what makes it funnier is that Bob and I are about to build a house. If you can imagine living in an apartment in New York while building a house in Beverly Hills." The new house will be small and cozy — a Pennsylvania Dutch farmhouse, modeled as closely as possible after the Bucks County (Pa.) home of Playwright Moss Hart, where they spent their belated honeymoon in the Fall of 1939. Downstairs it will have a living-room, a small den, a dining-room and kitchen ; upstairs, four bedrooms — one for Bob and Barbara, one for her youngster. Dion, one for Buck Mack, her godfather, and a servant's bedroom. All of which, we trust, completely answers those TaylorStanwyck rumors. And if you need any further answer, please refer to the letter that Robert Taylor wrote, when he heard that Motion Picture wanted to give Barbara and him an opportunity to answer the rumors. It is published, as written, on page 26. Come on, world, give two sincere people a break ! The Winner and Still Champion! Meet the champion . . . Fels-Naptha Soap! The laundry soap that, for more years than most people remember, has never failed to banish Tattle -Tale Gray from the national family wash . . . Fels-Naptha Soap — packs a 'onetwo' washing punch that puts it in a class by itself. Dirt doesn't have a chance when active naptha and richer golden soap, combined, go into action. . . Fels-Naptha Soap — asks no favors— draws no 'color-line'. In hard water or soft, hot or cool, it gets all the dirt out of deeply soiled things but doesn't harm sheer fabrics nor hurt colors. Why not call the Champion in to help with your washing? Whether you use the big golden bar or the husky, snee%eless chips, washdays go by like a breeze — the Fels-Naptha way! /