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Harpo Marx spent his afternoons chasing frightened blondes up and down Hollywood Boulevard. If it was ever true, as the story goes, that Charlie Butterworth's customary method of leaving a party is to take off his pants and exit with them thrown over his right arm, it is no longer true — as a small and very select group of Hollywood friends will testify.
/^HARLIE lives quietly on Canon Drive in ^-' Beverly Hills with his wife, the former Ethel Kenyon, whom he married in New York in 1932. He swims, plays tennis, and seldom misses a good prize-fight. He and his wife are regulars at theatrical first nights, but are seldom seen in restaurants or night spots. Charlie's closest friends belong to the old newspaper crowd he knew in New York, Heywood Broun, Frank Sullivan and others who, like their erstwhile monologuing companion, have made their place in the publicity sun. In no sense of the much used and much abused phrase has Charlie Butterworth ever gone Hollywood.
There is nothing dumb about Charlie, either, when it comes to signing contracts. Since coming to Hollywood in 1930, he has made the studios pay high for his peculiar talents. He will make them pay higher. He knows that his name brings money to the box-office, and
he has the praiseworthy notion that area; able fraction of it belongs to him.
From all of which you may already b concluded that Charlie Butterworth 1 really dumb at all. You are right. He's smart enough to make a fortune seeming tt dumb. He isn't the money-maker that Cha] was at the height of his fame or that LI was. It is doubtful if there will ever be anot Chaplin or another Lloyd. He isn't the ( picture-a-year star that Eddie Cantor is. week in and week out, there is probabh more welcome name, when a picture's cas flashed upon the screen, than that of Cha Butterworth. And there is a fundamei reason for this warm feeling of welcome, most of kinship, which wells up in all of u: the mere mention of his name.
/"^HARLIE is US in our least effective: j-' most anguished moments. When he is i barrassed, as he frequently is, we are eml rassed. When he tries to be the life of the pj and fails, we try and fail, too. When the t phone rings just as he is about to get into with his bride, it is our telephone, our 1' our bride, our disappointment. We seec selves doing the same things he does, or trie; do, and we realize that on some occasions : have fared no better and looked no ha> somer than Charlie does.
The crew listens in to Helen Mack's telephone conversation! Director Mitchell Leison is telling her what to say for a scene in "Night Drama'