Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1934)

Cal York's Monthly Broadcast from Hollywood CONTINUED FROM PAGE 47 /^ ARBO will sign a new Metro contract — ^^that was my positive information at press time. After "The Painted Veil" she will spend a vacation in this country, then probably do two more pictures. The first is expected to be "Mary, Queen of Scots." Many had thought that since Garbo's last picture, "Queen Christina," was not a boxoffice sensation, she would be allowed to sail for Sweden and hide out in her castle as long as she wanted. Last year, she was said to have received around 8250,000 per opus, with the present picture, "The Painted Veil," netting her a raise of S20,000 due, no doubt, to the fact that Garbo has again entrusted her business affairs to the ace of all Hollywood business managers, Harry Edington. Further whisperings relate that the M-G-M big-wigs decided to keep Garbo on the payroll another year at more money, not because she was such a tremendous money-maker, but because it was worth it to the studio in "prestige" alone. Also, it is said she no longer will be permitted to choose her stories, only approve them. She ordered "Christina." 'T^HE millennium has surely arrived. Mae West announces that her next picture will be called "Now I'm a Lady." Mae is writing it herself, just to be sure that she will be a lady. /^AN you imagine any actor having to be ^^coaxed into a Garbo film? The studio did just that to Warner Oland. Warner gets flighty, now and then, and the persuasion corps has to be called in. When I was a kid, the broad palm of a paternal hand was an effective persuader. When you are supposed to be grownup, it's different. Maybe a baseball bat—. " XTIGHT Life of the Gods" calls for a lot of statues to run around loose. The actors and actresses assigned to these parts were made to look like statues. A heavy coating of makeup did it. And it's so thick they can neither sit nor lie down. XTATACHA RAMBOVA, Rudolph Valentino's widow, now the wife of a Spanish Don, Alvaro de Urzaiz, is known as the "Queen of Mallorca," where she has made a fortune in real estate, renting or selling homes to visiting Americans. T ITTLE Cora Sue Collins, just six, received a fan letter from another little girl, also six. And Cora Sue is worried. She can't make head or tail of it. The letter said: "Dear Cora Sue — "I read in the paper that you are a freelance player and would like very much if you would send me a free lance to keep as a souvenir. Thank you very much." ""THE calm evening of one autograph-seeking dancer at a Hollywood twilight rendezvous was ruffled by a mad caprice of Lupe Velez. Stopping in the middle of a dance, the young man went to her table and asked her to autograph something for him. Discovering no paper, in desperation he pulled out a dollar greenback. "Too cheap," said Lupe disdainfully. The perspiring admirer dug deeper and fished up a /avji/y-dollar bill. This Lupe eyed, took it and the dollar, and thrust them both down her dress with a "Thank you." Of course, she finally returned the currency — but not until the young man had feverish 'V/«'t'^ Altitude records may fall when Monogram's "Stratosphere" is released. Bill Cagney and Edward Nugent are the balloonists. Director Melville Brown (right) has gone as high as he can on a stepladder The camerman gave Nils Asther that long leg ! Pat Paterson and Nils were talking between scenes, on the set of "Love Time" (Fox) visions of a glowering waiter who would soon be presenting a check. And Lupe didn't autograph the money — against the law to deface currency. T OOKS as though Joan Crawford's playing around with stage plays in her own private little theater some time ago wasn't just fooling. The reports are around again that Joan is headed for the legitimate stage, having had an offer from a New York producer. \A7lTH Shirley Temple turning into the most successful "mealticket" of the year for producer and exhibitor alike, the current phrase you hear around Hollywood is "A little child shall feed them." OHIRLEY TEMPLE has a new game— and it's a good one, from Shirley's standpoint. I ran across this little bunch of loveliness at Paramount the other day. She had a playful glitter in her eyes that almost matched her goldilocks. "Betchoo a nickel," she offered, holding aloft a screen magazine, "that my picture's in here." "Oh, but you've looked," I protested. " No," said Shirley, "you pick the magazine." I said we weren't nearly as rich as she, but I'd risk a penny, and picked a magazine. Shirley ran through a few pages, looked up and grinned. There was her picture, so I paid the penny. And when she lifted out the wealth in her tiny pocket to add the penny to it, I noticed that there were about twenty other copper pieces in her palm. I wasn't the only fall guy. [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 126 ]