The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

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/T reminded us of the old pioneer movie days, as we watched Director Scotty Beal chase the setting sun across the Universal lot to complete his day's shooting schedule before sunset! ONE little sneeze out of Director Victor Schertzinger started the whole thing! Lilian Harvey cried: "Gesundheit!"; Hugh Williams said: "Cheerio!"; Tullio' Carminati offered: "Salute!"; Tala Birell came through with a Polish "Na Zdrowie!"; Peter Lorre" made it "A Votre Sante!"; and Janet Beecher gave the sneezer an AU-American ''God Bless You!" nriHE cat that moved onto the Columbia, lot acts as if it might be the J, reincarnation of a Shakespeare, or something. Every da'y he visits the offices where the scenario writers hold forth, and, after jumping up on several desks and sniffing at the typewriters, he curls himself up next to a copy of Roget's "Thesaurus" and takes a nap! Mary McCarthy calls the feline "Brian Boru" ; Robert Riskin has dubbed him "Broadway Bill" ; and the janitor, who sets out milk for the cat, calls him just plain "Kitty!" But "Brian Boru-BM" is no fool. Much as he likes to bask in the admiration of his literary pals, just let the janitor call "Kitty!" and that smart little cat is off like a sfiot to do some plain and fancy refueling! GINGER ROGERS has been having no end of fun trying to get places in the ultra-extreme gowns, created for her by Bernard Newman, the famous fashion designer who is doing his stuff (and, some stuff, eh, kid?) for "Roberta." The other day, Ginger was hobbling across the lot in a gown so tight that the gal's knees were calloused from trying to put one foot in front of the other! "Lissen . . ." we argued, "suppose a mad dog came galloping down the pike? Where do you go from here?"' Ginger turned pale. "Remind me to put some ground glass in your next bowl of spinach!" she glared. "Make it a mouse and 111 think of an answer!" R OSCOE KARNS has an answer for everything. The other day he was regaling the boys with a few wild and wooly tales of his prowess as a ISimrod. Roscoe ivas going good (and if all the bears, coyotes, mountain lions and such, that he claimed to have bagged, ivere laid end to end, we'd still have cur doubts), when one of the boys said: "Maybe so . . . maybe so, but ivhat would you do if one of those poor helpless critters grabbed a gun and took a shot at you?" "Well . . ." Karns declared, "if I was out of season, I'd have him arrested!" A STRING of decomposed garlic to some of the Master Minds who guide the destiny of this here movie business! The other day, the head of the story department in one of our studios returned a cracking good scenario to its creator with the memo attached: "I have given this very carefully consideration and I'm sorry but I don't think I could arouse any interest in it here . . ." Which is probably just as well, for another studio snapped the tale up at an even larger figure than the author had expected. But it puts the rejector in a class with the new-rich daddy who carted home a fried egg sunset, done in oil, remarking: "I don't know much about art, but I know what I like!" / AT spite of the fact that he plays hard-boiled gangsters almost exclusively, Eddie Robin son isn't nearly so well versed in crime routine as you might believe. He met his come-uppance the other day, when a role called for him to shoot a regulation machine gun, something Eddie had never done before. The director called "Action!"; the cameras clicked; Eddie pulled back on the trigger, and . here come the British, with Eddie nearly thrown for a> loss by the bucking, spitting machine gun! He hung on though, wrestling with the thing, until fifty shells had been fired and the take was completed. But Eddie -swears he'll never be the same again! (Please turn to pctge 56) Bang! Bang! ) reported by NEMO At extreme left: Sally Eilers and Lee Tracy borrowed time from "Carnival" to go on the radio as a team. Left: The studio promises a real future for Agnes Anderson, a talented newcomer who does fine work in "Vanessa." The Neiv Movie Magazine, April, 1935 29