Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

NEW BISSELLS* SWEEP WITH NO PRESSURE! New "Bisco-matic”* Brush Action turns the trick! Adjusts the brush automatically to any rug, thick or thin, anywhere . . . without the slightest pressure on the handle! Just glide the sweeper with one hand to get a perfect pick-up . . , even under beds and chairs! Available now in limited quantities at Bissell dealers only— complete with “Sta-up” Handle and the new, easier “Flip-O” Empty. NEW BISSELL SWEEPERS with patented "Bisco-matic” Brush Action BE'!, u. S. PATENT OFF. BISSELL CARPET SWEEPER CO., GRAND RAPIOS *, MICH. P 100 Ever to be admired, a West Branch Cedar Hope Chest is a lovely expression of sentiment and good taste. West Branch Chests are styled by gifted designers, fashioned from fine woods. Every model, period or modern, provides perfect protection for those things you prize. lA West Branch Chests, Milton, Pa. Miracle of Figure Flattery Luxurious Satin, Style 195 A cup — 32 to 36; B cup — 32 to 38 White, Tearose and Black C cup— 32 to 38; White and Tearose $2. Exquisite Form Brassiere, Inc. 373 4th Ave., N.Y. • 850 S. B’way, Los Angeles troduces Lucy Barrymore to the screen. Miss Barrymore is a doll with a face painted by Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Her next picture is “The Big City.” “I will speak three languages, Gaelic, Spanish and Jewish,” she said. “I don’t know them yet, except Spanish, but I know the barker’s spiel ... I have to imitate a circus barker.” With her mother she made a trip this summer to Cuba and New York. Mr. Barrymore, obviously her most ardent swain, gave her a red suitcase stamped “Journey for Margaret.” She carried it all the way herself, trusting no one. “It was embarrassing for me,” said her mother. “People stared at me as I walked along carrying nothing while my little girl wrestled with the heavy baggage.” Of the New York plays Miss O’Brien reported most favorably on “Alice in Wonderland.” She thought Ingrid Bergman in “Joan of Lorraine” finest actress. Her screen favorite is Vivien Leigh, whose unfortunate husband, Sir Laurence Olivier, has toppled before Mr. Lancaster. “I like food,” she confided. “Except milk. No milk. My favorite food is spaghetti. Also ice cream and hot Mexican food and I have Chinese food three times a week and did I say candy? You can say I like candy.” “YOU mean it’s an acceptable gift?” said I a reporter who can take a tip. “Oh yes,” said Miss O’Brien, too democratic to accept only diamonds. “Mommy bought me five dresses in New York. One is red velvet.” She added that her favorite color was lavender, same as her grandmother, and she preferred skirts and sweaters. She was wearing a sweater of watermelon pink. “That is my favorite food also, watermelon,” she said. “Did you put down candy?” Another favorite is President Aleman of Mexico. She was waiting in a crowd to see him in a New York hotel and he came directly to speak to her. “She blushed to her hairline,” her mother said. “And forgot all her Spanish words.” Miss O’Brien observed that the President was handsome enough to be a star. “Did you tell him?” “No,” said old diplomat O’Brien. “He is more important than a star.” Being highly sensitive as fine artists are, Miss O’Brien blushes often and is easily embarrassed. At age five when she first faced a microphone she was humiliated to note that all other radio performers carried scripts which they read from. She didn’t need one because she memorizes lines as fast as her mother reads them to her. All the same, she determined to learn reading and raced through first, second and third readers in sixty-seven days. She always gets the shudders in facing a mike but never misses a line. Her favorite programs are Superman and Red Ryder. Also Dick Tracy, though she hasn’t received that two-way watch for which she sent fifteen cents and a box top. She got her atomic ring all right. Cost her ten cents. Recently Mrs. O’Brien thought the time had come for more serious programs. She asked Margaret if she would not like to listen to radio commentators. “You listen to them, Mommy,” said Miss O’Brien. “I will read the funnies.” Such wisdom requires no comment. If we did as Angel O’Brien, peace might return to nations and to the home. Lion might consort with lamb and Butch be reconciled to Lancaster. Did I say candy? The End