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James Craig in "Marriage Is A Private Affair": rancher by choice, actor by determination, attractive strictly by nature
There's charm in his brawn and breadth and a love of living things in James Craig
BY JANET BENTLEY
WO tall men, separated by several K.> housewives, stood in the line be?'ii fore the check stand of a Beverly
W/p Hills market.
Anywhere else on earth those men would have created a romantic panic. But Beverly Hills residents are accustomed to movie stars in their midst.
The line moved along with that slowness encumbent upon women holding bundles and trying to fish out three red tokens from the bottom of littered purses. Watching the female fumbling, the two men grinned at each other.
“I’m trying to buy a quart of milk,” whispered Joel McCrea, giving off with a comedy moan.
“And I’m trying to get a pound of butter,” whispered back James Craig. Whereupon the two of them, who produce plenty of milk and butter on their country ranches which they adore, laughed uproariously and every woman in the market joined in and had a wonderful story to tell her husband that night at dinner.
It’s not strange that Joel McCrea should love ranching. His grandparents came across this great country of ours in a covered wagon and cleared themselves a homestead only a jump and a holler from where Joel has his cattle ranch today.
But it is an acquired love of the golden hills and the ranch lands of the West that makes Jim Craig sing the new song:
“I’m going to settle down and never more roam,
And make the San Fernando Valley my home.”
That’s what Jim, born in the dear old Southland, at Nashville, Tennessee, intends to do, by the grace of M-G-M in the event the war doesn’t call him. It is all part and parcel of his plan of life, but nobody is giving it to him on a piece of old Sevres china. For several reasons he’s having to work for it.
There’s the business of his having to learn the trade of acting. Hollywood, mesmerized first by his rapid rise from bit heavies in Westerns to his romantic appeal in “Kitty Foyle,” then by his sincere performance in “The Human Comedy” and his sympathetic role with Margaret O’Brien in “Lost Angel,” still consistently misunderstands him. Some people in the movie colony will tell you James is money-mad, an error that James abets by explaining why he became an actor in the* first place. ( Continued on page 92)