Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1938)

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NOW I USE IT TO HELP PROVIDE A6AINST POSSIBLE LOSS OF "SKIN-V/TAM IN FROM MY SKIN, TOO ^Statements concerning the effects of the "skin-vitamin" applied to the skin are based upon medical literature and tests on the skin of animals following an accepted laboratory method. •Tuna In on "THOSE WE LOVE/' Pond's Program, Mondays, 8 ; 3 0 P. M„ N. Y. Time, N. B. C. Copyright, 1938, Pood'a Ej tract Company Boos and Bouquets (Continued from, page 4) $1.00 PRIZE A LETTER OF CREDIT FOR CRAWFORD Take hearts, all ye maids who feel that life hasn't given you a break. For life is a kaleidoscope, constantly changing the patterns of human destiny. Today I stood in the handsome dining room of Stephens College where one may read the inscription, "Joan Crawford waited tables in this room." Snubbed, denied membership in a coveted sorority, Miss Crawford's college memories can hardly be pleasant ones. An aged caretaker of the college grounds befriended her and loaned her small sums of money. Miss Crawford has never forgotten the old man's kindness to her and has sent him, from time to time, handsome sums of money in grateful remembrance. Mrs. O. Gelders, Columbia, Mo. $1.00 PRIZE MAYBE I'M WRONG The atmosphere When I appear Is very, very frigid. The girls just stare; Some even glare, Belligerently rigid. Their looks askance Say in a glance, "We don't know what can ail her!" Because, you see I definitely Don't care for Robert Taylor. Muriel Germanson, Milwaukee, Wis. $1.00 PRIZE JUST FOLKS I'm just a fan — you know, one of those people who think that the people in the movies are swell, and would secretly like to have what Gable has. It's interesting to me to watch everybody in my family react to a moving picture. My young sister will come home from a Kay Francis or Joan Crawford picture slightly moody, and the next day my mother will be listening to a description of a certain dress — then, a few days later, Sis will have that dress. The ten-year-old twins think that "Snow White," Clark Gable and Shirley Temple are the most wonderful people in the world. They sing "Hi-Ho" so loud and long we sometimes wonder if they should have seen "Snow White." They saw "Test Pilot" and ever since the boy has been building aeroplanes and practicing parachute-jumping off the front porch with an umbrella. The girl won't put on a dress unless it's like one Shirley Temple wears, which puts my mother in a quandary, since there are no movie stars in the family. My dad wishes I were like Robert Taylor in "A Yank at Oxford" and wonders why I'm not. Robert Finlay, Glen Allen, Miss. $1.00 PRIZE JADEDLY YOURS I still go to the movies every Friday night at 7 ... to suave movies in cool fragrant theaters with richly upholstered seats. The musical accompaniment is sweet, the photography masterful, the acting skilled and rare. But, oh, I'm bored with pictures . . . bored. Time was when it was wonderfully exciting to see a movie. There were real plots, with beginnings and ends, beautiful misty close-ups, the tinkle of tinny pianos and handkies soaked with tears. But now everything is chic and Paree; the tales are picaresque and episodic; the characters are cunning little madcaps; heroes who once were tall and stalwart are dull, dimpled rosebuddy boys as exciting as high-school freshmen; heroines (mostly our contemporaries in the late twenties) wear bell-like haircuts and faint frowns and are the very mirrors of our very selves. And CRY at the movies? In 1938? What's there to stir one? Why were movies fun once? Mary Barger, Marlboro, Mass. Your Hopes in Pictures (Continued ■from page 29) women whose features look better in a picture than anywhere else. To use a long and fancy word, they are photogenic, and you will have to be that, too, if you're going to be a movie star. UETTING down to details, the oldest young man in the group of winners was thirty-two, the youngest twenty-two. The tallest was six feet four, the shortest five feet ten. The heaviest weighed two hundred and seven pounds, the lightest, one hundred and fifty-eight pounds. And exactly half were blonds and half brunets. As for the girls, the oldest was twentyeight, the youngest seventeen. The tallest was five feet eight, the shortest five feet two. The heaviest weighed one hundred and twenty-four pounds, the lightest one hundred and two — and that little detail is worth pondering the next time you think of an ice-cream soda. Twenty-two of the thirty-five girls were blondes, leaving only thirteen brunettes, which seems to indicate that Hollywood gentlemen, at least, retain the well-known preference. Averaging these facts, we get back to where we started — to the perfect material for pictures, the young man twentyseven years old, six feet tall, light or dark, weighing one hundred and seventy-eight pounds, living in California, and having a college education; and the young woman twenty years old, blonde, five feet, four inches tall, weighing one hundred and thirteen pounds, living in California and with a background connected with the show business and an unremarkable education. If you match either picture, as we have already said, you'd better head for Hollywood. From a purely empirical viewpoint, it seems as if you couldn't fail, provided that you go quickly, before tastes and standards change. And if you don't match either picture — completely or in any detail — but want to be a star so much that nothing else seems worth trying, perhaps you might as well go anyway. For, with or without all these qualifications, there is still, after all, that Certain Something. 84 PHOTOPLAY