Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1936)

96 PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE FOR NOVEMBER, 1936 ROCHEUE HUDSON 20th Century-fox player soon to be seen in "Reunion" stars shine on MUNSING WlVeaF Created originally for Hollywood's brightest stars, "Hostess" Pajamas by Munsingwear are now on every .smart woman's "hope-list". Fashioned of a glamorous new chenille fabric— exclusive wit h Munsingwear — in exotic colors — exquisitely tailored. Munsingwear. Minneapolis. An amusing example of the theory that a girl falls the second time for a man very like her first love. Do you notice the great resemblance between George Barnes (above), loan Blondell's first husband, and Dick Powell (right) Joan's brand new one? Paul had the long black-and-silver roadster out. She nestled close to his rough coat and reveled in the clean odor of him — like fresh apples and good pipe tobacco. His face was grim and set as he drove. The country was visionary under a waning moon, spectral and unreal. Sue said at length: "Why are you so quiet, darling?" I I E pressed her hand against his side. That was the night that Paul Elsmere looked into his own soul; and frowned when he saw the pure and shining look of young radiance in Sue's eyes. "I am," he told her deliberately, "stunned by my own good fortune. I don't deserve you, Sue." " Darling!" "I'm hopeless," he acknowledged. "I'm cold — cynical — unreliable. Just no good at all, Sue. I'll probably break your heart. While there is time, consider. You're taking an awful chance marrying me." She was silent. "A charming lady told me I was unfit for marriage," he insisted savagely. " Who? " she demanded. "My — last wife," he answered. "She was my leading lady. You may remember Claire Collins. I've been married twice, Sue Some people insist that it's a habit with me — marrying my leading ladies. I wish I knew!" As she did not answer, he continued: "Claire had brains. My first wife didn't count. She belonged to an impressionable youth. I can hardly remember her. You may as well know all about it, Sue, to begin with." SHE-struggled against the disenchantment of his statements. "Is — all this — necessary?" she pleaded. He nodded. "You should know what you're stepping into. Claire said our failure was my fault," he confessed, in his keen, mocking voice. "Maybe it was. Undergoing marriage with Claire put me in a coma. I forgot the very semblance of my pet illusions When she divorced me, last year, I was exhausted by her secretive and resentful animosity. I had to learn to live all over again." Silence gripped them, then a curious con stratnt. The keen rush of the night wind fanned her hot cheeks. " If you have no real sins to confess," said Sue, bravely, "I'll — take the chance." He drove silently, in a rapt gloom, eyes straight ahead. " You — make me feel very humble," he confessed finally "Also an unusual emotion for me. I wish to God I had met you ten years ago You might have kept me from so many second-rate and shabby things, Sue. I didn't believe girls like you really existed — except perhaps, in a play wright's imagination." "You do love me, don't you?" she asked, looking up at him. "That's important." "God knows I do!" he answered tensely. "That's the funny part of it." "What's funny about that?" "You wouldn't understand, sweet. You haven't known my kind of hellion. But, I do love you, if there's any satisfaction for you in that." She answered breathlessly: "When I think of living my life with you — together — all the time — I — could cry with happiness Paul." "Okay!" he said "And may God help us both:" ' HAl'l. KI.SM ERE woke up a sleepy Justice of 'the peace in a small, unidentified town and stated, distinctly, that they wanted to get married. Sue sat in the car and waited Finally, Paul came back and seated himself beside her. "We can't get married in California," he told her, starting the car. "Why not?" she asked. "It seems that there's a law in California. Vou have to wait three days "