The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

DAV BY DAY IMAGINE coming down to our daily toil with shirt sleeves rolled up, no tie, and one busted gallus, only to find the NEMO Nook all dressed up in futuristic furbelows and chromium plate. Eventually, we got our breath and settled down to tell you all about it, but that dangling suspender made us class conscious. For two hours we struggled with the old inferiority complex until at last, bruised and bleeding, we galloped home on our one-lunged motorcycle, washed our neck, captured our other cuff link from under the bureau, donned a three-year-old "Prince of Wales" model and returned to the fold, determined to conduct ourselves in a manner to which we've got to become accustomed! But no foolin' . . . isn't this something? If we can just learn to handle a fork without scratching ourself to death, it'll be some fun ! Paul Ames invited half a dozen pals out to his house for a spaghetti feed, the other day. It ivas a colossal meal and, as we were all too overstuffed and it ivas a bit coolish to do anything about the bathing situation, we lolled around the living-room, coaxing the lovely June Knight to sing for us. Poor June, who hadn't been long out of the hospital, rested on a chaise longue with an electric pad^ on her tummy and Casanova NEMO sitting as close as he dared, on account of Paul being pretty husky and that "certain look" in his eye, and all. Finally, in spite of not feeling well, June tossed the pad aside and obligingly rose to the occasion. Right in the middle of a beautiful song, NEMO began to feel uncomfortably warm, and not around the collar! As the song continued, it began to get downright embarrassing, but, ahvays the gentleman, ive struggled to maintain a respectful attitude while the temperature mounted higher . . . and higher! Finishing the song on a perfect high C, June returned to the chaise longue, looked around perplexedly for a moment and then . . . pulled the electric pad from under our coat tails! And to ere we embarrassed ? Tt doesn't seem possible, but Paul Lukas We hope Edward Everett Horton won't take it personally if we call this a freak picture. On the "Bachelor Girl" set, he is reflected in Ann Harding's door-mirror. The publicity boys would have us believe eight tons of books were read at M-S-M to make sure of the costumes and customs in "David Copperfield." Elizabeth Allan is holding them down. And at the right: Hugh Herbert has been swordfishing. Bette Davis rests between scenes of "Bordertown," the new Paul Muni picture in which Paul plays the part of a social climber and Bette plays opposite him. reported by NEMO admits that, every so often, when the yen sneaks up on him, he climbs in his plane and flies up to San Francisco for a nice, steaming-hot bowl of his favorite soup! While in London last year, Joan Bennett purchased a finely pedigreed Pekingese, but couldn't bring it along home with her because the snooty young canine was too young to leave its momma. Some time ago, Joan received word that her animated purchase was en route to Hollywood. Imagine her surprise when, upon opening the crate, she discovered that the Peke had Doubled and Redoubled on the way over . . . and now, she has the original package and two baby Pekes who are also too young to leave their mother! With the advent of her grandson's new baby girl, May Robson received laurels for being the only great-grandmother in pictures. The child was christened May Robson Gore, in honor of her illustrious ancestress, and, while May intends to be broad-minded about it, still it won't make her a bit mad if the child grows up with a yen for the stage. The Hollywood Bowl has been dragging out a lot of "born-to-the-purple" celebrities these dans. Even Garbo, ivho just doesn't go any place, donned a black wig and eased herself into one of the more secluded boxes to view a Shakespeare presentation the other night! 'Long about half past, one of the eagleeyed photographers blinked, pinched himself, and . . . the rush was on! Climbing over the box railing, Garbo dived into the crowd, losing breath, aplomb, and her lady companion in the grand dash for freedom. In the excitement, she ran the wrong way and, by the time her chauffeur caught up with her, the gal was galumphing doivn the pike, headed for Tia Juana! The dogs are certainly having their day around here! Ken Maynard's plug-ugly bidl pup sits patiently by while his master makes up for work. When Ken has finished, the dog con The New Movie Magazine, January, 1935