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Girl Going UP
Archer
SO you want to go into the movies, sez you? Very well — listen while I sez me. I shan't keep you long; nor, I'm afraid, do you much good. Because it isn 't every gal who can practise what I 'm going to preach. Which is this:
The best way I've heard about latel}' to achieve a starry place is to be petite, saucy and clean-cut of feature, to slick down your dark hair, dress in a tuxedo, and be the vivacious focus of a Budapest spotlight whilst enthusiastic night-clubbers beat their hands to a pulp applauding your rendition of "Sweet Annabel Lee!"
Complicated? Rather! And more so when you learn that among the onlookers there must be an American movie executive — say Darryl Zanuck of Warner Brothers — to be taken by your charm. You thought rliere was a catch to it somewhere? Well, to tell you the truth, I don't think you seem much like Lotti Loder, anyhow!
Lotti has, you see, what it takes just at present — the
Lotti Loder Has It, Them And Those
By CHARLESON GRAY
ability to look well while making pleasant sounds. More, she has youth. And that indefinable something which my governor, in describing a thoroughbred race-horse, used to call the look of eagles. She has It. Them. Those. The Thing that Makes You Turn Around and Look. That odd, precious something more familiarly known as Class.
Not Long Obscure
SHE has had it for some time. Roughly. I should say since four years before the outbreak of the war, when she was born. But it was not until 1927 when, faced by those economic conditions which made the post-martial days in Austria a crying misery, she made her stage debut in a small, obscure theater.
She wasn't there long. She has, you'll remember, what it takes, even in Vienna. Soon she was appearing throughout central Europe in the cabaret system that corresponds to our own vaudeville circuit. Her most popular act was to appear (much like our own Kitty Doner or Frances White) dressed in a tuxedo, with her hair boyishly smooth, and sing snappy little songs in such a fetching manner that soon she was wellknown over the entire loop — Berlin, Dresden, Stettin, Marienbad — and Budapest.
Budapest! Ah, gayest and most cosmopolitan of cities, with its Sziget Club and its be-yoo-tiful women, its lovely parks and dashing men, its excellent food and superlative drink, its charm and its graciousness and its multitudinous attractions for a man with as much money as a movie executive!
Thence to Hollywood
IT was in Budapest that Lotti, singing "Sweet Annabel Lee," attracted the attention of vacationing Darryl Zanuck. He became excited by her screen possibilities. Which is characteristic of the gentleman in question. At one time during our respective more tender years, M. Zanuck and I were inmates of the same military academy. I recall that he always was excited about something. Usually something like escaping a parade or rolling a given number.
He told Lotti that he wanted her to take a screen test. Lotti thought he was keeding her. In school we always thought that Darryl was keeding, too. But the years must have made a difference. He wasn't keeding Lotti. He {Continued on page 10^)
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