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Snarling, a leer of defiance on his face, a killer to the heart — will Eddie still be able to play such parts, now there's an Eddie Junior?
How Fatherhood Softened
E.G. (Hard-Guy) ROBINSON
To an actor, a home is a nuisance. Edward S. Robinson swore he'd never own one. But then the baby came, and — "Suppose something should happen to me?" Eddie thought.
DO you remember "Little Caesar"? — ragged, sodden; trapped yet snarling still. A horrible leer of defiance on his cruel face. Cowering behind a sign-board as a detective ended his life by pumping him full of machine-gun bullets?
From his very first picture — and "Little Caesar" was the picture which brought him fame and started him on his movie career — Edward G. Robinson has carried on the tradition of brutality. Again in his new film for Columbia, "The Whole Town's Talking," he is a gangster — although, this time, merely a timid clerk who is mistaken for one. A racketeer. A killer. A sadist. A maniacal egotist. Well, how would you like to be married to him?
You wouldn't?
Don't be too sure! You might get the surprise of your life.
For Eddie Robinson, if the truth be told, is one of the finest perambulator-pushers, one of the most notable diaper-folders, in fact the very outstanding nursemaid's helper in all Hollywood! To be sure, he was probably never as bad as he was pictured even in the
days before Edward G. Junior was born, two years ago. He might snarl, on the screen, but his most violent pastime at home was listening to Beethoven Symphonies on the phonograph. But now, since the baby has come! It almost breaks our heart to tell you, but nowadays Mr. Robinson spends most of his time crawling around on the floor on his hands and knees, growling: "Gr-r-r-, I'm a big-g bear!"
That's what fatherhood does to you!
"You see," says Eddie — Eddie, Senior, not the baby — "three of my four brothers were married men almost before I was out of college. I was completely surrounded by young nephews and nieces as a very young fellow. They used to bat me in the nose and pull my hair when I tried to play with them. Oh, I used to say 'Goo-goo' to them, now and then, or 'Baby see nice mans?' but secretly I thought they were just a lot of noisy little brats that ought to be spanked.
"And then, two years ago, I found myself with a son of my own. I don't know — I doubt if it's possible to put into words just what that experience means to a man. To have a son! Some (Please turn to page 64)
The New Movie Magazine, April, 1935
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