Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1939)

Grinning like a circus-struck kid, Franchot Tone tries to dodge the undodgeable Fink — refuses to name the girl with him (at left) To Errol Flynn: "Dear Mr. Flynn: I am unmarried and have money in the bank. I know you are married but if you should ever need a friend, I am it. P.S. My eyes are slightly crossed — I'll be honest about that — but I have personality." Fame by the Forelock RlCHARD GREENE'S is the most publicized face in London at the moment. But not as a movie star. His curly locks are pictured in an advertisement for a hair lotion which adorns the front of the big red busses that lumber through London traffic. It seems that the picture was taken a few years ago when Richard was pounding the pavements between the offices of actors' agents, and the two pounds for modeling for an advertisement was welcome '"waiting" money. Now that he is fast climbing to the top ranks in Hollywood, Twentieth Century-Fox, to whom he is under contract, is trying to buy up the advertisements in which he appears. So far the efforts have not met with much success and the Greene coiffure continues to be the most conspicuous poster in the British Isles. Attention lOUNG Fryers who have been following the courtship of Deanna Durbin and Vaughn Paul with wide-eyed wonder, and not a little envy, can settle right down to their own little Janes or Johns. Deanna's and Vaughn's romantic schedule is no more exciting, glamorous, or unusual than yours. We know, for we've glimpsed them together. For instance, we've seen them entering the Cocoanut Grove for a night of dining and dancing, each dressed in ordinary street clothes, Deanna wearing a small straw hat and Vaughn a very blue tie, indeed. We've seen them parked at a Hollywood drive-in, devouring chocolate ice-cream sodas through straws and right down to the very last drop, too. We've glimpsed them out for an evening's drive on a moonlight night along Sunset Boule George Murphy explains the animals to Ann Sothern's adopted son, with Ann and Roger Pryor vard. when a stop signal halted our car near theirs. They were sitting quietly, just drinking in the beauty of the night. At short intervals. Vaughn would glance at Deanna. And then away. As if to make sure she was there. And we've seen them in a heated game of tennis, and at a lunch counter over a tall glass of lemonade. And, believe me, their romance is as everydayish as any high school couple's, anywhere. Take Cal's word for it. Cal's Favorite NOT so long ago, tall, lanky John Carradine, seeking a toe hold in movies, used to parade Hollywood Boulevard reciting Shakespeare like mad. throwing visiting tourists into goose pimples of delight. A real live actor, talking fancy and right out loud, was more than they had hoped. And then John finally clicked in movies and went gorgeous with a bang. At a recent premiere, for instance, a long, low car drove up to the theater, while the fans "oh-ed" and *'ah-ed" in expectancy. Surely this could be no one less than Garbo. But no, resplendent in evening cape, high hat and carrying an ebony cane, Carradine stepped from the car and posed for crowding photographers, wearing a look of bored sophistication on his two by eight face. All was going too utterly well, with everyone properly awed, when a tousle-headed boy called out, "Well, Mr. Carradine, you certainly decided to be, didn't you?" John turned a puzzled face in his direction. "Remember when you passed my newsstand asking yourself 'to be or not to be'? Well, you sure did be." The crowd had out-and-out hysterics, but Mr. Carradine flourished his cape and strode into the theater. (Continued on page 70) %**« Cou !•■•*» A*