The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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Remember, olive oil is good for scalp and hair — particularly for those who suffer from dryness and dandruff. Men should avoid using ordinary soaps on their hair — and. change to this fine product — made to benefit hair as well as to cleanse it. You use a smaller amount each time — therefore, you get more shampoos per bottle. Ask at your favorite drug counter for MARCHAND'S CASTILE SHAMPOO To Cleanse All Shades of Hair Does Not Lighten Hair. ASK YOUR DRUGGIST— OR TO GET BY MAIL T-C 235 Fill out this coupon, send with 35c in coins or stamps to C. Marchand Co., 251 W. 19th St., New York. 35c enclosed— Please send SHAMPOO to Name Address City State Why I'd Hate to be a Movie Star {Continued from page 44) scrubbing floors in an office building. But I should mind scrubbing floors at the age of thirty if, at the age of twenty-nine, I had been billed on illuminated signboards from coast to coast as "America's Dream Lover." What can a star do to make a living, once he's through in pictures? Nothing he can ever do again will be tops. His past will always dim his future. Besides which, a star spends the very years when he might be learning how to make an honest living groaning "I love you, I love you, I love you" in front of three cameras, a collection of prop boys, and anybody else in the studio who doesn't happen to be working at the moment. By the time the public gets tired of hearing him say ''I love you" it's too late for him to learn to be a trackwalker or a stenographer. From then on he's just plain, unskilled labor — with a glamorous past, maybe, but unskilled labor just the same. He can't even make a living painting artificial daisies on fly-poison cans. Nor should I enjoy, during those precious five years, spending sleepless nights worrying, worrying, worrying. Worrying whether my contract would be renewed. Worrying about political enemies in the front office. Worrying about rival stars. Worrying about publicity, salary, bills, my unenviable future, staying at the top of the heap. I should hate to sign autograph books. I'd know that the eager autograph hunters didn't really give a darn about me personally. I shouldn't enjoy having fans write in for my photographs and then use them to tack up over the spot on the wall where the rain came in. Or to draw mustaches on. If I were a star, any manufacturing company in America could buy my face to advertise its product, if it paid the studio enough. And the money would go to the studio, not me. "Jack Jamison, cute child star of Awful Pictures, drives the Little Mattie Steam Roller. Have You A Little Mattie in Your Bedroom?" No, I have not a Little Mattie in my bedroom. I don't want a Little Mattie in my bedroom. Even to be a star, I will not have a Little Mattie snorting around my bedroom squashing the furniture. Not for six thousand dollars a week ! I should hate to slave from five in the morning till twelve at night for six weeks or longer on a picture, giving it everything I had, and then have every critic in New York say I was a ham who ought to go back to street-cleaning. Of course it would be true. I would give a bad performance, because I was never cut out for an actor in the first place. And I would be a lot better off, back pushing my little trolley-wagon down the street looking for tinfoil or anything else lying around. But it would hurt to hear it, just the same. I should hate to have royalty and famous people come to Hollywood and live with me for months as my guests and then go away, chuckling, to tell their titled friends back home that I was just too, too laughable — a little child of the slums trying to feel at home among my fifty servants and my twenty Rolls-Royces. I should hate to have to live up to the characterizations of my pictures. Always cute, if I were an ingenue. Always tough, if I were a he-man. Always funny, if I were a comedian. Most of all. I'd hate to kiss babies. I'd hate to be a star! HAHVS H€A#rr t f %^f^ If you were a man, could you get a thrill out of touching a dry, chapped hand? You know you couldn't — it's the dearlittle-smooth-little hand that gives him a romantic feeling. . . . This winter, keep your hands thrillingly smooth ! Hinds Honey and Almond Cream will help you. Hinds soaks the skin with rich soothing oils — quickly restores velvety texture ! This is because Hinds is more than a "jelly." It is the penetrating liquid cream — it lubricates deeply with quick-working balms. As fragrant . . . rich ... as the liquid creams costing $2 at expensive beauty salons. But Hinds costs only 50^ and 25^ at your druggist, or 10^ at the dime store. ^/wW/ Uietmv The New Movie Magazine, February, 1935 49