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B E H AV
O R
BY BOGART
Once you get to know Hollywood's most ornery cuss
you're a friend for life — just ask his ex-wives!
BY RUTH RANKIN
MAMA, that Bogey-man is here again. There is some talk that Humphrey Bogart, or Bogey — Bo, if you want to get tough about it — was born in the hottest part of Hell's Kitchen with a very dirty sneer on his face, and grew up to be the leading liquidator for Lefty Louie's gang. . . .
Bogey has not put himself out in the least to dispel this illusion. He kind of keeps it for a pet, the way snake charmers cuddle their boa constrictors, and for much the same reason: both of them use their pets in their work.
The fact that Bogey actually was born (1900) in an unimpeachable section of New York; that he looked like any other baby except to his mother (an illustrator of distinction for fashion magazines) and to his father (a well-known surgeon); and that he prepped at Andover, are all things he will admit, under pressure.
What he will admit without any pressure at all is that he has been getting into trouble all his life, and still is. It was just a short step further to put this talent to work and become the leading screen heavy.
Every friendship Bogey ever made started out with a hell-roaring fight, even up to and including his marriages. He says once he and his acquaintances go through the initial baptism of fire, they are friends for life and stick faster than adhesive to a blister.
"Nobody," he claims, matter-of-factly, "nobody likes me on sight. I suppose that's why I'm a heavy, or vice versa. There must be something about the tone of my voice, or this arrogant face — something that antagonizes everybody. I can't even get in a mild discussion that doesn't turn into an argument." And from the pleased way he looks when he says it, you get the impression that Bogey is awfully happy about the whole thing.
"The thing is, I can't understand why people get mad. You can't live in a vacuum, and you can't have a discussion without two sides. If you don't agree with the other fellow, that's what makes it a discussion. I'd feel like a sap, starting things by throwing in with my opponent and saying, 'Well, of course you may be right,' and 'You know more about it than I do,' and all the other half-baked compromises the tact-and-diplomacy boys use.
"My idea of honest discussion (maybe the word is argument) is to begin by declaring my opinion. Then, when the other fellow says,
'Why, you're nothing but a fool,'
things begin to move and we can get somewhere. Or, all right then, I'm the one who generally pulls that line on him. So they tell me. Anyway, it's a line that gets lots of action.
"All over Hollywood, they are continually
advising me, 'Oh, you mustn't say that. That'll
get you in a lot of trouble,' when I remark that
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Because he's in love, there is, for the time being, a "new Bogart"— a mellow sort of fellow with a house, a garden and some dogs. But, when he reverts to type, not even his bride-to-be, Mayo Methot (below with "Bogie" and the Lester Stoeffens), will be one whit disillusioned
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