The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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That GAY GIRL GINGER Elsie Janis catches the breath-taking Ginger Rogers on a flying trip to New York and writes an equally breathless interview for you By ELSIE JANIS At the New Movie luncheon, along with Ginger, were the Duncan Sisters, Eddie Cantor, and Harry Hirshfield, the cartoonist. Below: Ginger with Elsie Janis. Leila Rogers, Ginger's mother, had her dancing in vaudeville long before she ever grew up into the glorious, sparkling dancing-partner of Fred Astaire, in "The Gay Divorcee." Wide World GINGER has everything. Everything, including a "swell" • mama! By the time you read this both of the Rogers girls, who suggest a successful sister act more than a mother and daughter, will be back in Hollywood. New York's loss and mine. They were new friends who seemed like old ones. I'm rapidly falling for the "go East now and then for excitement" theory to which so many of the screen stars cling consistently. No sooner had I arrived in the Metropolis than a streak of bright sunshine, done up in a suit of chic cinnamon brown, swept across my path. I rubbed my eyes and said to a young fellow who knows most everything, "Who's that?" The young fellow's eyes, which are famously round and permanently popped, outdid themselves as he learned that I could live in Hollywood and not know Ginger Rogers. Biting the dust of embarrassment, I explained that one can be too close to beauty to recognize it. I really didn't have to explain to him. This knight of the round lamps was Eddie Cantor and he knows his Hollywood. He and I were sort of guest of honoring it side by side at a luncheon given by the A. M. P. A. (Association of Motion Pic 20 ture Advertisers.) Ginger was snatched off a train and whisked into the party as a delightful piece de resistance. In a speech for which she was "quite unprepared" she gave me the impression of a gal who was born prepared for most anything. When I met her mother I knew why Ginger balances a cool "bean" under that crop of carrot-colored curls. The luncheon was given in honor of the Publisher of Tower Magazines, of which New Movie is one, on the occasion of the fifth anniversary of their founding. The guests included many famous actors and actresses of the screen and stage and many of the finest performers on the air, as well as leaders in business and social circles. As the festivities drew to a close, I saw the Tower clan forming a group. With a light of enthusiasm gleaming in my Ginger-stalking eyes, I dashed up to them. "What about getting a story on her now?" I nodded in the direction of the vivacious Ginger, who was surrounded by admirers. "Swell!" said the editor, being himself. "Splendid!" said the lady boss, Ginger hopped the train to Hollywood about five minutes after this interview. Mrtropolit The New Movie Magazine, February, 1935