Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1939)

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THARIO THE LIFE AND GOOD TIMES OF JAMES STEWART 16 Ba< vo\^°:;>^ BY WILBUR MORSE, JR. BOOTH TARKINGTON might have created Jim Stewart. He's Little Orvie and Billie Baxter grown up, Penrod with a Princeton diploma. The appeal of James Stewart, the shy, inarticulate movie actor, is that he reminds every girl in the audience of the date before the last. He's not a glamorized Gable, a remote Robert Taylor. He's "Jim," the lackadaisical, easygoing boy from just around the corner. In the same way, the charm of Jim Stewart's life story, as it was unveiled for Photoplay by his family in the little country town of Indiana, Pennsylvania, by his closest cronies of school and college days and by the men and women who shared the struggles of his first years on Broadway and in Hollywood, is its stunning simplicity. Jim Stewart is as American as chewing gum, marbles and Sunday-school picnics and the story of his life is a nostalgic saga of Main Street. The Jazz Age was at its height when he went away to prep school, a cynical sophistication was the approved manner when he was in college and later the artificial atmosphere of Broadway and Hollywood made acceptance of a creed of superficiality easy. Yet, through all