Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1939)

BOOS POOR RUTH -alone UP HERE j EVERYBODY ELSEISATTHEPARTy HAVING FUN K+*f lm ' G-EE — HER VACATION'S AN AWFUL FLOP! WE UNDIES ARE TO BLAME, I'M AFRAID' PEOPLE NOTICE UNDIE ODOR ■r^~ BUT WE CANT HELP IT.' OH DEAR-WHY DOESN'T RUTH IE LUX US AFTER EVERY WEARING ? SHE'D BE HEAPS MORE POPULAR * J SALLY DOES THIS EVERY DAY LUX IS WONDERFULLEAVES UNDIES SO Lux undies daily! Lux removes perspiration odor— keeps undies new-looking longer. Avoid harsh soaps, cake-soap rubbing. Buy the thrifty BIG box of Lux! removes undie odor A N D Yes/Ruth could be as popular as Sally.. DAINTY GIRLS WIN OUT! nCtlSMlNE THAT'S TELLING IT TO THE JUDGE! HAT a man! No, I'm not referring to Clark Gable, Tyrone Power or Robert Taylor, or any of those cinema Romeos the ladies heave sighs for, but to Lewis Stone — and I repeat it, "What a man!" The June Photoplay confirmed my suspicion that "Lewis Stone is really Judge Hardy," and it is a refreshing thought. I've seen Lewis Stone in many parts over a period of years and admired his ability as a versatile actor and can readily understand his reluctance to settle into one character part, that of the Judge. For the present, at least, we are content with his choice and I hope he and the rest of the Hardy Family will continue to help us through life's disillusionments, with their interesting experiences and grand performances. I'm grateful to them for a "lift" in "The Hardys Ride High" — and especially am I grateful to Lewis Stone. Lisette Loomis, Indianapolis, Ind. PLEASZ SAVE OUR ANNIE! I WANT to make a plea to Warner Brothers on behalf of Ann Sheridan. Would it be too much to ask them not to do to Miss Sheridan what MetroGoldwyn-Mayer did to our beloved Jean Harlow? Miss Harlow had to spend the latter part of her career diminishing the impression that "Hell's Angels" and succeeding films had given the public. Many women began to hate her, not because she had done anything to them, but because she was much too glamorous and sexy. I am sure that nothing could have been so far apart as was Miss Harlow in reality from the general impression of her screen portrayals. The public was, alas, inclined to believe the star was in reality the image of her screen self. It is still inclined to believe the same thing about others who are in Miss Harlow's position. I am afraid that if Warner Brothers continue to show Ann in such scenes as the first part of "Broadway Musketeers," they will make the same mistake M-G-M made. Miss Sheridan bears a great resemblance to Miss Harlow. She has the same exciting and thrilling quality Miss Harlow so wonderfully had. Give us Ann Sheridan (who is destined to be one of our great stars), glamorous but not sexy! Victoria Garcia Victorica, Buenos Aires, Argentina A SARONG FOR NEW ENGLAND iF it is hokum that makes me forget my rheumatism, the family budget, and the process of disciplining the moral turpitude out of six growing children, at which I spend most of my waking hours, then give me HOKUM! If I can cavort (mentally) in a sarong, on a beach with Dorothy Lamour, in spite of my age, circumstance, and 190 Joan Bennett brings historic beauty to an historic figureMaria Theresa, French queen — in "The Man in the Iron Mask" pounds, that is ART enough for me. I can face reality most of the week but an evening off once in a while and a break in the routine are very welcome. Then, I want to let my hair down (in a nice way, of course) . Give us more of Lamour. There is a gal who is a delight to the eye! In my loose moments, I like to imagine that I look just like her and sing in the same beautiful voice — pleasant delusions, both! Ethel Walbridge, Burlington, Vt. THE AUDIENCE TAKES THE STAGE UNCE upon a time I thought movies were true examples of everyday living. When Robert Taylor murmured sweet, endearing love notes into Greta Garbo's ear, I thought, "Love, ah, love." I thought how wonderful 'twould be if some handsome hero would put his arms around me and tell me how beautiful I was, etc., etc., etc. I waited anxiously for the day when that perfect man would come knocking at my door. When it came — what a disappointment! Shirley Temple is too good; Jane Withers, too bad; Clark Gable, too perfect; Hedy Lamarr, too beautiful; Carole Lombard, too silly. Everyone is too-too something or other. They aren't a little good, a little bad — they are all one extreme. They are not real. I've never seen a movie that was real throughout. In "Made for Each Other," Miss Lombard's changing the baby's diapers at midnight was the most hu PHOTOPLAY