The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

KGDL MILDLY MENTHOLATED He's put there by a nation of grateful citizens who find KGDLS give them royal relief from hot, parched throats. KGDLS are mildly mentholated; light one, your throat enjoys a refreshing coolness, your tongue relishes the fine tobacco blend. They're cork-tipped — better for lips. And each pack carries a B&W coupon; save 'em for swell premiums. (Offer good U.S.A. only; write for FREE illustrated premium booklet.) Hot weather? Dog days? Give your throat a KGDL vacation! Brown & Williamson Tobacco Corp., Louisville, Ky. SAVE COUPONS for HANDSOME PREMIUMS Hollywood Day by Day RALEIGH CIGARETTES . . . NOW AT POPULAR PRICES . . . ALSO CARRY B&W COUPONS SO Richard Dix's new wife presented him with twins! And Dix is tickled over the wire he received from Bing Crosby, who beat him by a good year. The wire read: "Dear Rich: Whenever a guy does something different in Hollywood, somebody else always jumps in and tries to follow suit! Anyhow, congratulations no end and I mean there's plenty of room for both of us!" If Dix is a bit superstitious we'll bet this is his last marital venture. With wife No. 1 presenting him with one child and wife No. 2 presenting him with twins . . . well, where's the man (outside of Mister Dionne) who'd take a third chance? Incidentally, Lyle will have to look to his lady-snatching laurels, since Cary Grant's been back in circulation the gals are crowding around "tall-dark-'n-handsome" with that certain look they used to wear for Lyle just south of the eyebrows! For a while Sandra Rambeau seemed to have the inside, then Lillian Bond crowded her over and shot into first place. But now Betty Furness seems to have the best of it. A ND methinks it's sort of a nice coin**■ cidence that the "Glitter" company, starring Joan Crawford, should have picked the same time and location to start shooting, which should make it a dandy holiday for Joan and Tone. Don't you think so? T AUGHTON, who has a regular "CapJ— i tain-hates-the-sea" complex and hangs around the old boat every minute of the time, told us an amusing angle in connection with the picture. It seems that the studio hired a bunch of lads who were more or less handy at climbing rigging and stuff, and, so's they'd look authentic, paid them salaries for two weeks in advance while they were getting tanned up. When the picture started and they needed men who could really run a ship, they sent out an SOS for old-timers. And when the McCoys arrived and stood alongside the sunburned rig-climbers, they were so lily-white that Director Frank Lloyd went into hysterics just looking them over! T^OR your sakes we hung around the A Motion Picture Hall of Fame at the San Diego Exposition a few days ago, while we were really dying to straddle a purple-eyed horse on the merry-go-round and grab ourself a few brass rings. First of all, when Francis Lederer and Mary Anita Loos arrived, the bouncing Czech was so bewildered by the milling crowd that he frantically phoned the Motion Picture Building for directions on how to get there. The extremely courteous gateman suggested that an escort would be the thing and not until Lederer and his girl friend arrived safely at the building did they discover that the man who had towed them over was a Pinkerton detective. On the opening day Thelma Todd and her mama slipped into the crowd in front of an exhibit where a seven-foot spieler was telling one and all what could be seen inside where pictures were being made. Two women in front of Thelma were betting, pro and con, that the guy was (or was not) standing on stilts. Finally, to settle the argument, one of the curious gals sneaked up and pinched (Continued from page 5) the fellow good and proper on the ankle. P.S. There were no slivers in the lady's hand when she romped back to collect her bet. After posing for dozens of pictures Anita Louise got tired of it all and ducked out of sight. And the next time we caught up with her she was standing at a hot dog stand, eating electrocuted puppies with none other than Maxie Rosenbloom, light heavyweight champion of the world! Is Tom Brown in the crowd? LEAVING the Hall of Fame, Binnie Barnes and Edward Arnold, fresh from finishing "Diamond Jim," decided to go for a spin in one of the hand-pushed wheel chairs. Seeing them climb in Maxie (hot dog and all) dashed over to offer his Services as pilot. Occupied with a bit of dripping mustard he accidentally ran his passengers into another chair containing two ladies who were dumped out with very little ceremony. But instead of getting mad, one of them looked up, saw who it was and gasped: "M-mm-may I have an autograph, Miss Barnes?" Well, Binnie and Arnold were so pleased that they brushed both of 'em off, took them over to the Motion Picture Building and personally escorted them through. LEE TRACY is one of the best eggs in the business. Stepping out on the stage where movies were being made for the benefit of the public he not only played one role, but ad libbed so fast and furious that the audience, as well as Robert Young, Ralph Morgan and Beta Lugosi (also members of the cast) howled with laughter. It was funny enough to be worthy of any studio production. So that for the Hall of Fame! And if we can find another free afternoon right soon, we'll pop over again and bring you some more about the hilarious doings. YOU short-wave radio fiends ought to catch up with Buck Jones, who is an indefatigable addict of the P. S. 21-, P. D. Q. 69 or maybe it's just plain old V-8. Anyway Buck has a radio in every room in the house, and the other night when he couldn't sleep, he started working his short-wave set. Well, at four A. M., what did he get but the Soviet Union City of Khabaroosh in Russia! If you'd like to know, it was Station R. V. 15 and they announced in six languages, one being English. A T THE opening of "Amaco" — an in■£*■ dictment against the machine age, that ran in the Pasadena Playhouse and starred Onslow Stevens, we sat next to Jetta Goudal, Grand Passion of our dear, dead Youth. So enchantingly charming was she that we could scarcely take our eyes from her, and if Onslow's performance hadn't been so undeniably powerful, we might never have known what the play was about. Back stage after the last curtain we wriggled through the mob to congratulate Stevens, but what we'd like to know is — who was the striking young blonde who hurled herself into his arms and kissed him soundly, getting plenty of cooperation, too, we might add. In fact, we will add! All we can tell you is that when they pulled out of the clinch and she turned away, Onslow gazed after her, tenderly, and called: "See you later, Katherine!" Katherine, now . . . m-mm-m . . . let's see — / GENE RAYMOND has been having lots of fun on his personal appearance tour. And is that lad tactful! So much so, that when a little stenographer turned loose a possible inhibition and announced to a startled world, including Gene, that she was engaged and soon to be married to the blond star, Gene merely asked the reporters: "Who is she?" A T the opening of that popular play, -il "Three Men on a Horse," movie fans crowded around the lobby as usual, hailing their favorites with the customary fanfare, and for the most part, enjoying smiling recognition from the stars so favored. Later than necessary a long, shiny car drew up before the theater and Gloria Swanson stepped out, assisted by the everpresent Herbert Marshall. Inasmuch as it's been a long time since our ex-Sennett bathing beauty has appeared pictorially before the public, we sort of felt that the round of applause that went up was a pretty sweet gesture. However, without looking to right or left, nor smiling even two cents' worth, Miss Swanson gathered her luxurious wrap around her svelte figure (maybe we're over-doing this) and swept majestically into the theater! Even Herbie, who is usually darn nice, stalked along after his lady without bestowing one teeny weeny bow on anybody! But don't jump to conclusions, kiddies. Maybe it was a private fight and just none of our business. DUT let's forget it and have ourselves a laugh over W. C. Field's favorite parlor story. It seems as how there was a famous Japanese ambassador who was being honored with a swanky dinner at an ultra-swanky hotel in New York. With the soup course a guest sitting on the ambassador's left (who had arrived too late to do anything but slide into his seat and try to look as though he knew what it was all about) determined to do the right thing and be sociable. Leaning over he said friendly-like: "You likee soup-ee?" To which the guest of honor smiled happily and nodded agreeably. After the dinner Mister Ambassador was called upon to make a speech, and getting to his feet, he delivered an oration that was so grammatically perfect that the assembly applauded long and loud. Reseating himself, the Jap leaned toward the late arrival. "You likee speechee?" he murmured amusedly. And Fields almost gurgles himself into a spasm every time he tells it ! JJ/HILE we're at Paramount a few ' more laughs won't do us any harm. You know Grade Allen? Well, it doesn't make a "diff of bitterance," says Grade, but after a whole day on the "Big Broadcast" set, George Burns went (Please turn to page 63) 40 The New Movie Magazine. September, 1935