Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

Million-Dollar Didoes (Continued jrom page 49) that she won't. Especially since her appearance in "Thousands Cheer." For this picture indicates there's a brilliant career ahead for her if she'll only stick with it. If ... . Alice Faye was another in Kit Grayson's class. Whenever a secretary of a Twentieth Century-Fox executive would announce, "Miss Faye on the phone," the executive's blood pressure would mount and he'd immediately begin manufacturing reasons why Alice ought to make one more picture, anyway. You who read Photoplay know Alice has never enjoyed being a star and, now that she's happily married, has been as determined to retire. However, Alice pulled a surprise just recently. A month or two ago a studio executive, hearing Alice was on the wire, considered having his secretary say he had gone for the day. He had trouble enough without taking on Alice. There was a big hole in the production schedule of the Technicolor picture, "New Orleans," because Betty Grable had just announced she was quitting the studio for a time to have a baby. Fortunately he took Alice's call. "I've just heard about Betty," she told him. "That leaves you in a bad spot, I imagine. I'm calling to say I'll report for 'New Orleans' at your convenience." Hanging up the telephone that day the executive didn't say, as usual, "What a headache!" He said instead, "What a girl!" But the aftermath wasn't so pleasant as the phone call! Good old Fate stepped in; Alice was scheduled for a stork visit as well as Betty Grable. If "New Orleans" goes into production quickly enough, Alice may be the star; otherwise, she will not be able to make it. At any rate, though, that was one time an Alice Faye phone call spelled happiness for the Front Office. I ANA TURNER is a beautiful and en1 chanting headache because she has no sense of responsibility. When Lana finishes a picture she traipses off anywhere her mood dictates. This is very fine, but her studio would like to know, please, where she is — in case retakes are necessary. More than once scouts have telephoned all over the land trying to locate Lana while Metro executives, watching the cost of her picture mounting by the hour, have reached not for aspirin but for triple bromides. It's the same when Lana is late for work. Most stars, aware tardiness on their part handicaps a director who is trying to bring a picture in on time, are either contrite or defiant when they are late. Not Miss Turner! She strolls in calmly with a ready smile. If the director calls her to account she laughs. "Don't scold me," she teases. "When anyone scolds me I get sick — awfully sick!" Needless to say, not another word is uttered. Nancy Coleman's bosses, on the other hand, wish she would take her work and everything else less seriously. Nancy's young and uncertain and extremely sensitive, which latter quality is what makes her the fine little emotional actress she is. But it has its drawbacks. Companies stand around waiting while Nancy weeps. When those she's working with try to soothe her it doesn't help at all. In fact sympathy makes Nancy cry harder and rush to her dressing room. And then more time — which is money in the studios — passes while she quiets down and puts on a The only War Bond you'll ever regret is the one you didn't buy. LI N N Y S&uteA at the. Canteen vt<0UA. O DUE AT THE CANTEEN right QOw! No time to change. Well, this blouse will have to work two shifts today, too. Thanks, Linit, for keeping it so clean and fresh through a long, hard day. THAT'S A PRETTY COMPLIMENT Sailor; but I'll have you know it's sixteen weary hours since I "stepped out of that band-box." LITTLE GAL, YOU'VE HAD A BUSY day! But that dainty, frilly apron is still good for another evening's grind. It must have been starched with Linit, too. linny says: To stand the strain of strenuous days your clothes need Linit. This modern starch penetrates the fabric— protects the fibres. Makes anything washable look better — longer. ALL GROCERS SELL LINIT 95