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In That Thar Boy
Mr. Fox Left No Doubt About It When He Signed Rex Bell To Whoop Up His w.-k. Westerns
B:y OSCAR HENNING
WHAT clinched it was somebody's sudden idea that he looked like Lindbergh. This George Beldon had been in the running for weeks for the honor of stepping into Tom Mix's shoes. The Fox people had made tests of everybody from Rin-Tin-Tin down to the iceman in their frenzied search., George Beldon had been tested standing on his head, eating asparagus and brushing his teeth, among other informal poses. Perhaps it was something brutal in his attack with the toothbrush that made them uncertain about his sex appeal, for instead oi crowning him king of, the wide open spaces they cast him as a heavy and gave the hero business to young Rex King. After King had passed into the movie never-never land by breaking his contract in six different places, they made up their minds that Beldon was the chap they had wanted all along. So (you know how it is) he got the job. And they proceeded to rename him Rex Bell, under which snappy cognomen he will shortly burst upon the screens of the country, wearing chaps, a great big Stetson lid, and a smile that gets "em comin' and goin'.
The smile is first cousin to the rather well-known Lindy grin — the grin that for every man, woman and child in the country spells hero. As Mr. Fox aptly put it, in the ^^'estern accent he adopts for such occasions : thar's gold in it.
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One Rex After Another
'T'here's gold of another sort in Rex Bell. He's not the boy to lose his head and go prancing around Hollywood like a maniac, just because he has a five-year contract and is all set to be the new fad in Western hombres. Certainly he has. in the sad story of the rise and fall of Rex King, an object-lesson which it would be hard to disregard. But it's wasted on him, because he's got the modesty as well as the smile of the young gentleman who hopped over to Paris.
When I came upon George on the Western Street set at Fox Hills studio, he was playing the same scene he had done a few weeks before with Rex King, but in reverse order. They were re-making the story King started on, with George transferred to the hero role and a newcomer, Neil Neely, put in his old place as the heavy. George (they all call him George at present) had to flash his fetching smile at the heroine, who, in a becoming gingham, stood with her father at the door of the gospel tent. The heavy objected on principle and delivered his grinning adversary a nifty one to the point of the jaw.
They faded out on this tense situation and George Beldon. alias Rex Bell, came over to tell me all about himself.
"My own particular way into pictures," he said, pointing with a smile to the sets around us. "I sold 'em the materials for the sets as a salesman for the Blue Diamond Company, and so got to know the picture crowd. Being around the different lots a good deal of the time, they got to noticing me, and the first time an assistant director (Continued an page 89)
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