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Close Call EVERYONE who works with George Raft is always on the lookout for practical jokes, but Director Frank Tuttle was totally unprepared for the gag George framed him with on the set of "I Stole a Million" at Universal — and the members of the cast and crew are still laughing about the jest. In one scene George is supposed to phone to his leading lady, Claire Trevor, and, of course, the phone on the set was supposed to be one of those one-way affairs, not hooked up with any mechanism. Raft went into the scene, but just couldn't seem to get the hang of the action, and finally Tuttle rallied to the rescue to show George just how it should be done, which was just what the wily Raft was angling for. Now the lines in the script read, "Hello, dear, will you meet me in the old orchard tonight?" and Tuttle gave them with expression and feeling, while those in the know, which was just about everyone else on the set, stood by for results. They came practically immediately, for to Tuttle's amazement a feminine voice answered back from overhead, "I should say not! I'm a married woman, and my heart belongs to Daddy." Whereupon a good laugh was had by all, and the electrician who had connived with Raft to set up a hidden mike for the gag quietly vanished from the scene. Street Scenes— Hollywood I HE young actress, hoping for success, in a bright cherry red car with uniformed chauffeur beside her tearing into the studio gates like a conspicuous FOUNDATIONS The William Carter Company. Home Executive Offices: Need!, am Heights, Massachusetts. Jean Parker caught unawares — but not half so flustered as she was at a certain dinner party Cal tells about! (Continued jrom page 72) streak of red paint. Hoping to attract attention Showing off. Let's skip her name. . . . A blonde at the wheel of her own car, of inconspicuous make and color, pausing to speak to a friend. "She hasn't even a chauffeur," the friend explaining to others. "Drives herself, mind you." Her name? Just Carole Lombard. . . . Nelson Goes on Record N ELSON EDDY flatly and for all time denies the rumors and printed statements that have the handsome singer nearing the verge of blindness. With increasing volume, the reports have filtered into Hollywood for the past three years and even found space in the column of a noted gossip writer who stated Nelson was headed for Montreal where he had consulted doctors concerning an operation on the optic nerve. "To begin with," Nelson states, "I have never been in Montreal nor have I ever had any trouble with my sight except a slight astigmatism for which I wear glasses like thousands of other people. I wish to go on record now as saying these reports are absolutely untrue and have no basis of fact whatsoever." So that, we feel, should end that bit of unfounded nonsense once and forever. Housekeeper De Luxe i ERHAPS it's the influence of her current picture for Hal Roach, "The Housekeeper's Daughter," and then again maybe this Walter Wanger-Joan Bennett combination should be watched more carefully from a romantic angle. In any case, when producer Wanger"s last birthday came rolling around, it was Joan who exercised this and that bit of strategy to keep him away from his office long enough to have it completely remodeled as a surprise gift. And after she'd had the walls done in cool greens, flowered draperies hung at the windows, the early American maple furniture arranged — including a smart, though small dining set, since Wanger likes to have his lunch served in his office when he's on the job — and a final polish given to the smart pewter accessories, such as lamps and ashtrays she'd had specially monogrammed to match his desk set, Joan begged time off from her own lot and invited Wanger to a birthday luncheon surprise party to present her gift. Incidentally, since she's let her hair grow out a natural warm rich chestnut brown, Joan's acquired a new and extremely interesting personality with a new note of depth and poise that adds greatly to her already abundant supply of charm. Yoo-Hoo, Vic! I HERE isn't an actor in Hollywood who hasn't suffered the unpleasant experience of having a scene stolen from him. Usually an audience doesn't know anything about it— except that its attention is focused on one certain player, even though there are others in the same scene. . Jack Oakie regales us with a particularly enlightening and humorous illustration, wherein Vic McLaglan was the "thief" and he the loser. "By rights, it was my scene," Jack said. "I was doing all the talking. We were supposed to be in a theatrical dressing room. There had been a murder. We were both a couple of cops, but, as I say, I was supposed to be the big shot. We rehearsed the thing with me standing, as per the script, with my back to Vic. Everything went through fine, though I wondered why Vic didn't try to get himself more in the limelight. Then the director said we'd make a take and the cameras started rolling. When we'd finished, I noticed several bystanders were laughing. "Still," he went on, "I didn't suspect the truth until the night of the preview. Then I wanted to punch the big palooka in the nose. That is, I wanted to try. You see, when I was talking, there, with my back to him, building up what was by right my scene, he, sitting at the dressing table facing the mirror, had picked up a powder puff and experimentally powdered his nose. . . . "Yes, the audience, sent into stitches at the sight, didn't even know I was in the picture!" v% Richard Carlson with his new bride — a possible reason why he and co-star Ann Sheridan aren't speaking these days? Contented Tenant I HEY tell it on Greer Garson, the unforgettable Mrs. Chips who is about to make her initial American picture at M-G-M studios. Miss Garson, who had moved several times during her year in Hollywood, was summoned to the studio to inspect her very first Hollywood dressing room. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she j traveled from living room to dressing | room into the bath and kitchenette "Oh, it's wonderful," she exclaimed I enthusiastically, "and I'll take it. But ( tell me, do the gas and electricity go in with the rent?" Bowling 'Em Over ' EELING in the mood for bowling the other evening, Don Ameche borrowed the uniform of one of the members of Tyrone Power's bowling team and hied himself forth to the "Bowling Center" in Hollywood for a game or two. As he came in through the lobby wearing the shirt with Tyrone Power lettered loudly across the back, he was stopped by a starry-eyed girl who asked him breathlessly — "Oh, Mr. Power, may I have your autograph?" To which the genial Don answered, "Why surely," and then proceeded to write in the young lady's book — "Best Wishes to you Always— Don Ameche, Tyrone Power's stand-in" — and then, bowing politely, he left a very flustered and confused girl looking wide-eyed after him. 74 PHOTOPLAY