Movie mirror. (1936)

MOVIE MIRROR they were sure of it. The dark goo oozed, bubbled and emitted noxious, acrid fumes. He had the Pullman to himself from then on into Los Angeles. Incidentally, when the plane was eventu¬ ally uncased and poised for flight on the wide western sweep of the front lawn it zoomed twenty feet up and then twenty feet straight down, before Hank’s en¬ raptured gaze. It now lies in five scattered pieces some¬ where near the kindling box, a mute and shattered tribute to what a man will en¬ dure for a pal. Hank Fonda and Jimmy Stewart are real pals, though not in the generally accepted Hollywood sense of the word. There was no one in town as elated as Henry Fonda after a peek at Jimmy in “Next Time We Love’’ had started a rapidly mounting crescendo of praise and questions. Whereupon Hank crowed, “What do you think I’ve been telling you about? You wouldn’t believe me — well, now you’ll have to pay to give Jimmy a break.” There was never a more ardent press agent than Hank has been for his pal Jimmy Stewart. JIMMY had no friends except Hank when he first came to Hollywood. His contract read “M-G-M" — but no one there knew him or bothered much about him. V hen the "Rose Marie" company went up to Lake Tahoe in the Sierras, the old established Van Dyke outfit, grown pos¬ sibly a little clannish through making so many pictures together in all parts of the world, barely noticed the beanpole kid who sat silently beside a big accordion case. Jimmy waited four weeks up at Tahoe to do about half a day’s work. He spent most of it in a tiny barber shop out on the pier, sprawled out in a chair. He didn't know everyone was just waiting to make him one of the gang. They used a horse to initiate him. Jimmy mounted the beast, wardrobe in one hand, script in the other, for the trail packing back into location. Somebody picked him a capricious nag, who danced and pranced on the narrow trail hugging the mountain's side, until Jimmy took one look at the yawning spaces below and dropped wardrobe, script and all personal belongings while he fastened a firm grip on his mount’s bobbing neck. By the time he arrived at the shooting site, he was a tried and tested member of the Van Dyke picture making gang. And by the time he returned to Holly¬ wood he had friends. “Woody” Van Dyke was telling everyone what a “whale of an actor” James Stewart was. Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy seconded the motion, and the crew branded him a “reg¬ ular guy.” All of which causes Jimmy Stewart to shake his head shyly and repeat that he is indeed a “lucky" gent. He thinks he has always been lucky, even when things weren’t making him any too rich too fast after he got out of school. But I don’t call it exactly luck — and I don't think anyone else who knows Jimmy Stewart does. I think it just dawned on Jimmy, not too long ago, that maybe he really is an actor after all — that maybe he has some talent that is worth serious development. In the early days on Broadway he used to attract curious crowds who regarded him on occasions with odd stares. That was because Jimmy would pop out of re¬ hearsals all wrapped up in his part and start going into his lines and gestures just anywhere at all. ^"VNCE on the corner of Broadway and 42nd Street he was darting looks and twitching eyebrows and talking his lines out loud when someone touched his arm. It was the producer of the play. “Say, Stewart,” he suggested, “why don't you come on back to the theater, or else let me sell tickets to the crowd here?” Jimmy looked up and saw the mob for the first time. And today, beneath the very easy go¬ ing, almost lazy exterior of James Stewart, there burns that same absorbing intensity for what he’s doing. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants to be some¬ body. I know because he told me so. The nice part of it is that he already is somebody. Because besides being the most talked about young feller in Hollywood he’s the godfather of fifteen cats born on the Fonda-Stewart rancho and the sole pos¬ sessor of the most elegant accordion west of the Rockies, which in addition to a ravishing marine embellishment of sap¬ phire blue and mother of pearl, and the proud word “Superio,” has a slip of paper marked "Paid In Full.” NDAJOBUKETWS! HELLO -ADA.? THIS IS GRACE. HAVE YOU FOUND A JOB YET — BECAUSE THERE'S ONE DOWN HERE I'M SURE YOU COULD FILL I SPOKE TO MISS MARTIN AND SHE SAID TO COME IN AND TALK TO HER TOMORROW f OH GRACE — THAT WOULD BE GRAND THANKS AWFULLY FOR THINKING 7 OF ME $ ’ ■ -W i W *v -v mm * YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS'] I KNEW ADA MADE A REAL HIT / WOULD MAKE WITH MR BARNES— GOOD MISS -v HE ASKED ME MARTIN-AND -tR. L YESTERDAY IF ISN'T SHE ■ I'LL I SHE COULDN'T — ) PRETTY !N all Know that ■DON’T LET ADOLESCENT PIMPLES KEEP YOU OUT OF A JOB PIMPLES can easily spoil that good impression you hoped to make. Yet — they often occur after the start of adolescence — from about 13 to 25, or longer. At this time, important glands devel by clearing skin irritants out of the blood op and final growth takes place. The whole body is disturbed. The skin gets oversensitive. Waste poisons in the blood irritate this sensitive skin. Pim¬ ples break out. Fleischmann’s Yeast clears these skin irritants out of the blood. Then, pimples go! Eat 3 cakes a day, one before meals — plain, or in a little water— until skin clears. Start today! Copyright, 1936, Standard Brands Incorporated 85