Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1939)

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Threesome of the month! Edna Best, estranged wife of Herbert Marshall, looks on, chin in hand, as Herbert listens to Lee Russell, rumored his next wife, at the Troc V >. ^ GOSSIP OF HOLLYWOOD PHOTOGRAPHS BY HYMAN FINK Mr. Welles Consents RKO's publicity department is shaking hands with itself since the advent of Orson Welles. Heralded as eccentric, temperamental, misanthropic, all sorts of uncomfortable things, and scheduled to write, produce, direct and act in his picture, "Hearts of Darkness," Mr. Welles at first presented a problem. The department wanted to publicize the picture, but was afraid to promise the press anything in the way of interviews. "We don't know what he'll do!" staff members said, in trepidation. Small wonder, then, that a certain feminine staff member just about fainted at the result of her first request for a Welles interview. "Mr. Whosis of Such-and-Such magazine is anxious to see you, Mr. Welles," she began. "So? When would he like an appointment?" Welles inquired. "Well, he is in something of a hurry," the publicity girl said. "What — what about next — " she was going to suggest, timidly, that the interview be next week. But unpredictable Mr. Welles cut in with: "Very well. Shall we say five this afternoon, for cocktails, at my home? Thank you very much." As she looks back on it, the publicity girl thinks she did pass out for a minute or two. Just Complaint ANNE SHIRLEY was heartbroken over the headlines referring to Director Garson Kanin's recent spat with RKO studios. "KANIN REFUSES TO DIRECT ANNE SHIRLEY," read one newspaper banner and several others were very similar — making it look as if Kanin's objection was to Anne, alone. As a matter of fact, that wasn't the case at all, and Kanin is the first to say so. ^The real trouble was that the young director didn't like the script of the new Shirley picture, 'Anne of Windy Poplars." It was Anne's picture, "A Man to Remember," that first brought Kanin recognition and he and Anne are close friends. Moreover, there isn't any other director in Hollywood who wouldn't be happy to direct a Shirley picture, for Anrie is one of the most tractable young stars in the business. Too bad things like this have to happen. Stowaway PRISCILLA LANE couldn't imagine why she was getting more than her usual share of attention as she drove from her home down Hollywood Boulevard one morning recently. Moreover, she was more than a bit annoyed at motorists who insisted on honking their horns and pointing at her. But when she finally parked her car on the Boulevard, the matter was cleared up. Priscilla has a pet cat whom she thinks the world of. Kitty is a privileged pet in all respects, and like all felines has pet spots to relax and take the sun. One of these happens to be the top of Priscilla's car, when that vehicle is not in use. What all of the motorists were pointing to and honking at, as Priscilla drove down the Boulevard, was poor pussy hanging desperately onto the top of the car, frightened out of at least eight of her nine lives as her mistress sped along. Also, it might be well to note that since her rescue Kitty doesn't perch atop the Warner Brothers star's car anymore. She confines her sun-baths to the motor court of the Lane home which you will see on pages 40 and 41. 59