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Above: A romance? Freddie Bartholomew takes Cora Sue Collins to a benefit for less lucky Hollywoo d youngsters. Left: "Mao* Love" calls for a shaved head, so Peter Lorre, new menace, shaves his head.
Hi,/. World
In London the Empire Theater gave a reception for our Myrna Loy, and if you think there aren't any autograph fiends in England, just look di 'erri!
Wide World
"Hey!" Adolphe Menjou warns Louise
Fazenda. "That mail box isn't a real
one, lady,"
Dick Arlen goes home to St. Paul to visit Pop
and Mom. Dick's real name, you know, is Van
Mattimore.
A
ND so to a hectic day with the "Mutiny on the Bounty" company at Catalina aboard an exact replica of the old Bounty that was sunk by mutineers 150 years ago in the South Seas near Tahiti. Discovering that it was really great sport to shoot fish, Clark Gable could be jound hanging over the ship's rail any time of day drawing a bead on any herring or filet of sole that happened to be unfortunate enough to swim that way. Watching the fun Franchot Tone, Herbert Mundin and Donald Crisp were so intrigued that they sent ashore for some rifles and in no time at all the placid Bounty sounded like nothing so much as a man-o-war going full blast!
JJTITH that rib-tickling melo-drammer, "The
W Drunkard," running into its 100th (and last)
week here, Lyle Talbot rounded up his crowd and
dragged (literally! ) them down to the little theater
to sit in on the last performance. ^„^
Honest to. goodness it was Lyle' s 2 6th trip to the show and, in respect to his enthusiasm, the company got together and presented him ISiih a big bucket of suds!
Pin that on your lapet,\Big Boy!1
WHEN Sam Hardy arrived on the "Man on the Flying Trapeze" set wearing a suit of flagrant black and white checks, an orange shirt, a violet tie, black and white shoes and an over-sized Panama hat, W. C. Fields took one horrified look and screamed: "Out! Out! You're too hard on my astigmatism!"
At that Paramount seems to have gone clothes conscious all of a sudden.
If we were shocked to see Bing Crosby burst from his sweater-and-slacks cocoon and emerge looking like an exclusive fashion plate, imagine our disgust when Jack Oakie admitted that he felt so good in his "Big Broadcast" outfit of cutaway coat, striped trousers, spats and fivein-hand bow tie, that he was going to dress that way all the time!
That puts it up to NEMO to carry on. And by gosh, we're just the man for the job !
Waiting for a call to say Joan Crawford had arrived, Tone took Ye NEMO for a dozen rounds* on thd marble game and positively whupped the daylights outx)f us! Actually we were never so glad to hear a phone ring in our lif$ ! And: listen . . . the way that man's face lighted up when he heard Joan's voice over the wire ! /
The New Movie Magazine, September, 1935