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Meet
THE
Killer
Edward G. Robinson Is Hunted Down And All But Fingerprinted
By ALLEN ER WIN
BANG! Bang! A fancy little gat responds to Edward G. Robinson's trigger fing^pr. ( The rival gangster gasps, clutches his side where the bullets are supposed to take eflfect, writhes a bit, and falls in the heap he has rehearsed twenty times. Something's got to be done about that fall; it's still far from perfect.
The juvenile's eyes pop convincingly, but noiselessly. He's hiding behind the curtain, and you can just bet he's seen everything. He'll make a mental note of all this Then, when Edward G. decides to give him the works, he'll remember the advice of Miss Stufflebean, his dear old Sunday School teacher, get smitten with noble intentions, vow to travel the straight and narrow, and be properly relieved when his moll arrives with the dicks, right when Mr. Robinson is all ready to take him for a ride.
Foiled again! But Edward G. doesn't give a hang. He just doesn't seem ever to learn his lesson. He simply packs up his greasepaint, brushes his pearl-gray spats, sends the foppish striped suit with the yellow waistcoat to the dry cleaners, and moves to another stu dio, to do his dirty work all over again. Being depraved is paying awfully well this season.
It Pays to Be Bad
ROBINSON'S success in the portrayal of gangsters will probably make him the successor of Eric von Stroheim as the man you love to hate. He has worn a groove in his trigger finger
When he expresses himself as Little forget that he wouldn't know a
Caesar (as at top), youll gangster if he saw one
and his income-tax report has becomt something for experts to worry over
With only six pictures completed, hi salary is already substantially more than that of most of the handsome youths' whose spines shiver, cinematically, oi course, when he is perpetrating one of his expert treacheries.
The handsome youths receive hundreds of letters from loyal fans. Letters which have long since ceased to give them any pleasure; mash notes from adoring high-school girls; timid compliments from married women in the outlying districts, which thinly conceal the fact the present husband hasn't quite fulfilled the qualifications of romantic idealism.
Robinson's letters from screen fans can be counted upon his fingers. Yet no actor in Hollywood can derive more enjoyment from fan letters.
He would like to receive mash notes and hear women say, "There goes Edward G. Robinson Isn't he handsome.''" He'd simply eat it up and work like the devil to live up to the part. This mat inee-idol complex, with a face the Fates meant for leers, is his major incongruity He thinks he's a very complex person, but his other incongruities exist mostly in his imagination.
Not At All Bashful
HE is frankly egotistical. Extremely proud of his accomplishments during sixteen years spent on the stage, he knows he's good and he likes to hear people say it.
He doesn't just want publicity; he craves it. Craves it so much that, shortly after his arrival in Hollywood he (Continued on page g6)
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