The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

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The New Movie Magazine A tensely dramatic moment in "The Vagabond King," when Francois Villon, about to be executed, says to Katherine: "Dear child, if he there had taken you at your word, do you think I would have out-lived you by the space of a second." We Have With Us Tonight (Continued from page 37) electricians. Mind you, this was Maine, not Chicago. It just shows you that crime knows no boundaries. That faithful night Rudy went to his rented room and played on that saxophone until a quarter of four in the morning-. The next day there were six For Rent signs on the block. Hubert Prior saved up his money and went to the University of Maine. Here ho talked so much about Rudy Weidoft the saxophonist, that his frat brothers began to call him "Dudy" and the name has stuck ever since. Taking his saxophone he went to New Haven and snorted his way through Yale. To get rid of him the faculty gave him an A. B. degree and Rudy came to New York, starved a while and then finally broke into broadcasting. He now has a secretary, a businessmanager and a press-agent, but no wife. Don't crowd girls — the cheap rates over long distance don't go on until midnight. MYRNA LOY. My friends (as toastmasters say), I hate to introduce the next speaker, as I know it will be a shock to you. There are probably 90,000,000 people in the United States who think that she is Chinese, because of her name and her eyes, when as a matter of fact the nearest she has ever been to China was when she danced at Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. And' now comes another shock — her name isn't Loy at all, but just plain every-day Williams. She would prob 120 ably have been Williams all her life had not a Los Angeles poet looked at her solemnly — the way a Los Angeles poet would — and said, "Your name should be Loy." And Loy it has been ever since. Myrna was born down the street a ways from Gary Cooper, in Helena, Montana, and has never been farther east than East Ninth Street, Helena, although she has an Aunt who once journeyed as far east as Chicago and sent her a post-card picture of State Street during the Shopping Hour. Outside of that, Myrna has not seen the eastern part of the United States. Oh, yes — the date that Myrna first opened those green eyes of hers! It was twenty-three years ago, when Gary had grown up to be quite a cowboy of five. Equipped with her eyes and with feet that liked to dance, Myrna went west, Mr. Greely, and landed up in Los Angeles. She took dancing for a brief time from Ruth St. Denis and then went to call on Sid Grauman. A few days later those feet danced out onto the stage and those come-hither eyes looked at the men, and that evening when the theatre opened for the night performance two ticket sellers were so badly trampled that they had to be taken to the hospital on air mattresses. No, Myrna is not married. Boys, if you don't know what to do, then die in misery. It serves you right. JOAN CRAWFORD. I think I'll stop right here and introduce Joan Crawford, not that she needs any in troduction, but that is the way they always do things at a Function. The first studio that Joan ever worked in was her mother's, and the town was San Antonio, Texas, and the date was May 23rd, 1906. Joan's role was that of leading lady and her father was her support. Joan is one of the few motion picture actresses who started out with a moviesounding name as her own and who gave it up, for the Bureau of Vital Statistics in San Antonio says that it is Lucille Le Seur. She gave up this nice high-sounding name when she turned professional, and chose a name that doesn't sound like Hollywood at all. She remained quietly at home, eating and sleeping and chewing her Pacifier until she was fifteen when she went away to to become an actress. By all rights and according to tradition, she should have ended up in Trouble and by crying her eyes out, but instead of that she ended up in Hollywood with a salad named after her. When she went away from home she first went to Chicago, where she did her first acting, and then she went to New York and was appearing in the Winter Garden as a dancer when a movie magnate saw her and shoved a contract in front of her. She went to Los Angeles and met Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. When she found that Douglas Jr. wrote poetry she took it seriously and Douglas' eye filled with tears and he asked her to marry him. Although they have been married only less than a year they already have a patio. Besides Douglas she has a pug named Coquette and another named Four Spot. They are just one big Happy Family. Her pet name for Douglas is "Dodo", but in spite of it the lad seems to be happy. CLARA BOW. I, as toastmaster, have established the policy of telling the truth about the stars I introduce, and I'm going to follow this out to the bitter end. Even now, with Clara Bow waiting to be introduced, I am not going to quail. Clara Bow was born in Brooklyn ! At times she denies this, but this is what her father says and he was in a position to know. The big event happened July 29th, and the year was 1905. Clara lived in Brooklyn for some time, but after a while it began to tell on her, and one night she told her friends that she was going down to the drugstore to get some aspirin and quietly disappeared. Her name, before we get into it too deeply, is pronounced bow like ribbon, and not bow-wow as in dog. Clara lives in a rather small house in Beverly Hills and has more relatives and kin-folks than anybody in the world except Brigham Young. And they are always coming to see her. Sometimes, when you drive up before Clara's house and see the people in the yard, you think it is the annual meeting of the Iowa Society. But when you get out and talk to them you find they are all from Brooklyn. And hungry. Did you ever see anybody from Brooklyn, who has been living at a cafeteria, get in front of a table where there is a home-cooked free meal? Well, then you haven't seen America first. In her home Clara has a dog named "Bo" and an ash tray that cost $85.