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It's fun, after all, to be the pawn for beautiful women to fight over . . . and pardon our mixed metaphors. /~\NE dazzling charmer, according to ^^^ newspaper gossip columns (and that's where you will see the names, right out in cold print, of the Eddy conquests . . . since we were gagged by honor not to print them), wagered that she would be dancing with Nelson Eddy in ten days — just give her time. And she won the bet, to Mr. Eddy's chagrin. He really thought she liked him for himself alone. And there she was making game of him. It was fun to watch her tactics, though, Eddy admits. She appeared (unexpectedly) at a luncheon date with a mutual friend. Eddy, like a lamb led to slaughter, or, for an operatic simile, as a Samson with his scissored Delilah, asked her if she would enjoy a movie some night. She would. Then, after having motion-pictured, if she would like a bite to eat. She would. After that, the strains of the orchestra were so tantalizing that he asked her to dance. ("I don't dance at all well," he admitted, seriously, "but I like to dance.") And there she was, wager won, waltzing around the floor in the arms of Nelson Eddy. It made a swell story for the gossip columnists. Eddy was a bit chagrined. He thought she Avas a very pleasant girl. CHY, lonely, as he has confessed, this ^ occurrence probably did not help his spiritual ease. But it has not put an end to his quest for the ideal girl — a quest that is normal to any home-loving bachelor who would like to marry a girl of whom he may be proud. But hard work, instead of shyness, will keep Eddy from meeting her, if anything conspires to do so. Eddy has always been willing to do more than his share of toil. He was never too busy to learn an extra oratorio in the days when he was striving for concert success. Today there are just as many busy obstacles to romance. The living room of his Beverly Hills home (where he dwells with his mother) is crowded, not with gay friends, but with sound recording equipment to help in his film singing. It's not at all conducive to parlor romance. "I go out every other night in the week, dining, dancing, and still I am lonely," says Eddy, in sudden confidence. "The only way I can forget how alone I Movie Classic for September, 1935 seem to he is to get husy on a newmusical score. That, to me, is the finest recreation in the world. That's why I am a singer. "TT ISN'T only loneliness that gets *■ me, but shyness. You may not believe this, but I am very shy. Last night I took a young actress to dinner at the Russian Eagle Cafe and there we sat, the two of us. I had ordered bortsch and blini and pirojiki and baked Alaska, and all the specialties on the menu, just like a man of the world, and there we sat, like a boy and girl from the country, wondering what to talk about. "Do you know that when I left the party Louis B. Mayer gave to Director W. S. Van Dyke, Hunt Stromberg, Miss MacDonald, and others who contributed to the making of Naughty Marietta, I drove to the top of Beverly Crest and watched the dawn come. I sat there trying to realize that at last I had a film to my credit, after all the waiting. And with the friendly comments of the members of the party still ringing in my ears, I never felt more alone. I often go up to that mountain top and just sit there, glad to be away from the constant ringing of the 'phone, the countless demands that are made upon me since the picture clicked. I watch the automobiles, like ants, and the people, like pin points, racing about. It's only then, high above them, that I can reassemble myself and become Nelson Eddy, a fairly peaceful fellow." At the moment he is scheduled to make a second picture-operetta with the fair, vivacious Jeanette MacDonald. But first he is likely to be singing with Grace Moore in Rose Marie. COMETIMES he gets to wondering if ^ he would be an ideal husband to his ideal girl. He is the kind of man who is forever putting off visiting the barber until next week ; he has a horror of sleeping in stuffy, warm rooms, under heavy, cumbersome blankets. What, he wonders, if the woman he marries insists that he have his hair trimmed every week, and likes a hot-house temperature for her nocturnal slumbers ? Then, too, he broods, he has a habit of tossing his clothes about the room. Would she like that? Would she understand him as well as does his mother, who feeds him his favorite plain, simple foods, doesn't try to make griddle cakes or pies for him (the hired cook makes better!), and would she be as entirely worshipful as Sheba, his English sheep puppy, given him by Miss MacDonald? Mr. Eddy doesn't know. And it's no use telling the ladies not to take it up with him in lavish letters. You'll probably do it anyway.