The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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AFriendlTreasure {Continued on page 27) touchy on the subject of his Knighting. Only once, when Sandra and I were dining with him in the new home he recently purchased at Malibu Lake, did he refer to an injury in service which necessitated his transfer to the Intelligence Department. Naturally we wanted to hear more about that, but he replied, "Dashed secret. Branch of the service no man talks much about. Most interesting two years of my life, I think. Maybe some time . . ." Speaking of that house at Malibu Lake, he is quite crazy about it in spite of the fact that it is so located that he has to drive about fifty miles to and from the studios, to his weekly hangout, the prize-fights, or that his friends have to drive fifty miles to see him. He jokingly insists that old Mac, the studio gateman, is the only friend he cares to see, anyway, and as long as the drive isn't too difficult for Mac, it is all right with Sir Guy. He spotted the little white house when we were making "The Lancer" and he couldn't be satisfied until he owned it. It is filled with trophies that would warm the heart of any adventurer, and both Sandra and I are delighted when we are invited to spend an evening with him before the roaring fire. Usually there are just the three of us present, for Sir Guy glories in his present bachelor existence. And it isn't that he is not attractive to the ladies, either. I overheard one pretty and popular star say: "That man is simply fascinating. I wonder what he was like at twenty?" The gossip about the studio is that practically all his mail is from women — a fact which I much prefer writing here than actually saying to him face to face. It would amuse him too much. There is only one thing about my association with Guy I could gladly skip — and that is the little matter of the .22 Hornet rifle. I'd like to make this as brief as possible (I don't know why I do him the satisfaction of telling it), but, anyway, I told Guy I had sent away to New York for this treasure, and also that I had sent along a check for $375 of my hard-earned ducats to pay for it. The next time Sandra and I dined with him. Sir Guy produced an exact duplicate of my heartthrob, telescopic sight and all, and informed us he had "picked it up" on a little shopping expedition right here in Los Angeles for only $75 of his hardearned ducats. Did I ever hear the end of that from Sandra . . .? I did not! I suppose I shall eventually forgive him. He is too grand a friend and too inspiring a person to be banned from my life — even over that treasured .22 Hornet. The last time I saw him, we walked down to the edge of the lake and stood looking at the distant mountains. Sir Guy was in a rare mood. He had some advice for me . . . and when I get this off my chest I think you'll know as much about him and like him as well as I do. He said: "Live your life to the fullest . . . don't get in any sort of rut . . . and be proud you lived as hard as you could . . . dash it! . . . that's what life's for!" Are You Clever With a Needle Do you like to read Herb Howe's humorous comments on Hollywood foibles? Herb has an extra fine article in next month's NEW MOVIE. Watch for it. Modern Table Linen Must Be Beautiful. Here Are Six Smart Diagram Patterns Beautiful tables make food seem more exciting! And no one has to long for lovely table linen when it's so easy to make. These diagram patterns will show you how to make six exquisite cloths. All six patterns and complete directions for 1 5c. Get started right away on: A Peasant Table Cover. Designs and diagrams for making cross-stitch designs— flowers, animals, people. Smart Crochet Designs. For bridge or luncheon cloths. 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But, unlike DeMille, he's had several ups and downs, although he's never been beaten. Like DeMille, Wilcox's career is studded with controversy-stirring films. In earliest days — shortly after his discharge from the Royal Air Force at the close of hostilities — he wrote, produced and directed "The Wonderful Story," a pastoral tale with only three characters, featuring Herbert Langley, a Covent Garden Opera star, the first singer to appear in pictures, even though they were still silent. Another Wilcox production which stirred up the British Empire and reverberated throughout the world was "Dawn," starring Sybil Thorndike as Nurse Cavell, England's greatest war heroine. Germany sent official protests to the British Government; the picture was the subject of long debates in Parliament and aroused terrific controversy Herbert Wilcox — all of which helped at the box office. For Wilcox is not only a DeMille; he is also a Roxy (or a Sid Grauman, for Pacific Coast readers!), the result of his early experience as a salesman and exhibitor. He was the first British producer to show his pictures to royalty, to open them in London's Albert Hall (a combination of New York's Madison Square Garden and Carnegie Hall) and to employ searchlights, special police, closing of street traffic and all other doodads to which we have become accustomed at New York or Hollywood "world premieres." Like the Horatio Alger heroes our fathers used to revere, Herbert Wilcox is the personification of "pluck and luck." He has known the champagne of success and the dregs of disaster; and this time, he is so fortified. through hard experience that he will probably stay on the top. The New Movie Magazine, March, 1935