Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1935)

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Since her triumphant return to this country, American millionaires had been equally precipitate. It was a dull month when Adele wasn't reported engaged. There was William Gaunt, Jr., who went broke, allegedly because he was paying more attention to Adele Astaire than to his financial affairs. There was John Hay Whitney, angel of Technicolor, with whom marriage seemed any day imminent. (She ended up by being a bridesmaid at his wedding.) And there was the far-famed Billy Leeds. BILLY, as all the world once knew, was married to Princess Xenia of Greece. In fact, the Leedses, mother and son, married a considerable segment of the Greek royal family, only to have Greece go a republic on them. Then, when Billy was all washed up with royalty, he bought himself a series of fast-going yachts. Things were always happening on Billy's yachts. You remember what happened to our own Claire Windsor! But the nearest to a fatality happened to that delectable imp, Delly Astaire. A few weeks after their engagement was rumored in the Broadway and Park Avenue hot spots, Adele and Billy were speeding along the shore of Long Island in the latter's new oil-burner, when something went wrong with the works. There was a fearful explosion, a geyser of burning oil, a blinding cloud of smoke and soot, and out of the reeking vapors, they pulled the bedraggled body of little Adele Astaire. Her head, face and shoulders were badly burned. She was nearly thirty when all this happened to her, but she still had the body of a child. Only the summer before, she had been refused admission to the casino at Le Touquet because she was believed to be under-age, whereas an English sub-deb of seventeen, who was with her, was passed through the portals unquestioned. She never weighed more than a hundred and six pounds, and wore a size fourteen dress. The last day she reported at the theater, the old doorkeep muttered to his buddy: "Miss Delly, she looks like a baby coming to her first day at the kindergarten." And now, so the Broadway wiseacres said, she would never act again. But the resources of modern medicine and surgery are inexhaustible when you can afford to tap them as Adele Astaire could. For a time she did retire from the public eye. Speculation became hot as to what Fred would do without her whether he could stand on his own ambling feet as an individual star. Then, suddenly, in the spring of 1931, Max Gordon astounded the theatrical world by announcing that he would present Fred and Adele Astaire in Howard Dietz' and George Kaufman's "The Band Wagon." This was the show Frank Morgan was in and also the attenuated Helen Broderick, who made such a comedy hit in "Top Hat." Fred is great for taking his favorite people along with him. The two priceless Erics, Rhodes and Blore, were with him in the stage production of "Gay Divorcee" in the same parts they later played on the screen; and they, too, were with him in "Top Hat." In "The Band Wagon," Adele was the same vivacious, electric personality she had always been. The difference was in Freddy. When "Funny Face" was produced, there had been critical rumblings to the effect that the artistic pulling-away progress that we have already noted during their London performances was still proceeding apace. Neither brother nor sister could help it. They still danced together like "twin souls creating perfect harmony." But the years of continuous practice on Fred's part and the years of continuous refusal to practice on Adele's part were beginning to tell. Before every performance in all those twenty years, Fred Astaire had arrived early and had spent minutes, sometimes hours, limbering up his muscles, perfecting himself in his routines. Adele Astaire, after the first night of the show, never practiced. As a result, Fred had become by far the better dancer of the two. He was ready for a partner who would match his ambition with her ambition, his energy with her energy. He was ready for Ginger Rogers. "TheBand Wagon" settled it, as we shall see. And the year that followed, as we shall also see, put the final seal on the brother-andsister act of Fred-and-Adele Astaire. Adele fell in love with a clerk in J. P. Morgan's office, an upstanding young Englishman known thereabouts simply as Cavendish, but who turned out to be the son of the richest duke in the British Empire. And Fred — well, Fred found the only girl with whom he had ever thought he could find happiness. There was only one flaw in this situation so far as Fred was concerned. The "only girl" was married, very much married to a another Don't fail to read how Fred Astaire felt when he came to Hollywood and found out that few there had ever heard of him! You'll learn about this and the many details of his personal life, never before published, in PHOTOPLAY for January. mometerwith the purchase of a 25c box ofNRor a 10c roll of Turns (For Acid Indigestion). At your druggist's. THE MIDNIGHT RIDE OF ROBERT MONTGOMERY It happened one night in old England. It was on a motorcycle, and Mr. Montgomery was trying to keep both his seat and his dignity. But let Mr. Montgomery tell you in his own waggish words. It is just as lunatic as most of the roles Bob plays on the screen, and we don't know of any other actor who would tell such a crazy story about himself. In the January Photoplay. ON SALE NOVEMBER 5TH