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James Craig, dining out with Mrs. Craig, Is on the big upswing now. He can stay there it —
The first question asked about Hollywood folk always is: “Are the stars as nice as they seem on the screen?” This question cannot be answered in the negative or in the affirmative. It depends — upon the star! Several stars who appear the soul of good will and the epitome of charm on the screen appear far less desirable things to their neighbors. Other stars prove quite as delightful to their friends and co-workers as they do to their audiences. Still others are much, much nicer than they give their audiences any reason to expect.
Usually it is because actors and actresses lose their perspective that they become less and less charming. And it takes a bit of doing not to lose your perspective when you have public adulation and a great, highpowered studio revolving around you. There are, however, some men and women, like Claudette Colbert, who always know what it is all about and how impermanent it is, too.
We remember Claudette’s taking the Motion Picture Academv Award, 44
A "comedy of manners" — good and bad,
"Gone Hollywood," say some people about Garfield, father of Catherine. Maybe they just don't know the facts!
Suave charmer on screen is M. Boyer. Off screen
“Oscar,” out of her closet one day and discovering it was a httle tarnished in spots. To her it was a s5anbol that even the highest honor Hollywood bestows cannot be expected to remain forever bright. “If only,” Claudette said thoughtfully, “aU those who are lucky enough to faU heir to a picture which gives them the chance to win this distinguished gent could know he tarnishes, it would help . . .”
It would indeed!
Alan Ladd is a nice guy — plus. The incredible modesty with which he has taken his tremendous success proves, of course, that he is innately nice. Anyone with the Ladd brand of sincerity couldn’t be anything else . . .
Not long ago Alan received an award from a small newspaper syndicate whose popularity poll he had won. There were only a few studio people about when Alan, unques
tionably one of the biggest box-office attractions in pictures, received his trophy. But he looked at it as incredibly and shyly as if it were a whole herd of Oscars.
You hear good and bad things about everyone, of course. Both sides, for instance, are blown up to fantastic proportions in connection with Merle Oberon. There are many who remark bitterly that she isn’t the democrat she used to be before Alexander Korda, her husband, was knighted and she became a Lady. Further, that for aU her fine Britannia-rules-the-waves talk she has no intention of returning to England until the war is over — and then she won’t be received too cordially in spite of her title. May be . . . But Fearless protests, nevertheless, that
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