Picture Play Magazine (1932)

67 wood stars who have never met or heard from Peggy Fears, use her name in winning battles. If they don't like a part selected for them, they just say "I think I'd rather go back to the stage. I have an offer from Peggy Fears." And usually the producer is frightened into givingthem what they want. Mixed Emotions. — -"A career is a lot of fun except when it gets in your way— and even then it is sometimes," Kay Francis remarked to an old friend of her stage days in New York. She had left Hollywood with a last rush of farewell parties to go to Europe with her husband, Kenneth MacKenna, for a two or maybe three months' vacation. They had looked forward to leisurely weeks of idling on the Riviera all through the busy, crowded months of their marriage. They got as far as New York, made all arrangements for sailing two weeks later, rushed up to Cape Cod to visit his father, and then along came a telegram telling her to report back in Hollywood for work. It was outrageous, it was frightful. Warner Brothers had promised her a vacation and they couldn't take it away from her like this. But wait a minute — the telegram said something about a Lubitsch picture. A girl cannot lie downcast when that magic name is mentioned. Her spirits went soaring. What are vacations, what are trips to Europe beside the chance to make a picture for him? When picture plots toy with a story of a girl's struggles between pleasing her husband and meeting the demands of her career, reviewers pass it off as trite old stuff. But to the persons involved, it is always new. Miss Francis carried off the situation with a dashing air — that sleek sophistication is not all written into her character by scenario writers — but she was helped not a little by the fact that her husband comes from the stage and understands what an opportunity to work for Lubitsch means. Don't Be a Copycat Continued from page 45 curly hair or a perfect skin. She will be thrilled to learn the magic there is in a little eye make-up if used carefully — and that eye makeup, subtly applied, is in perfectly good taste for daytime wear. A brownish shade for brows and lashes, gray or green shadow for daytime, and green for evening, especially if her eyes have green or amber lights. In rouge, she usually finds an orange tone more flattering than red. While urging you to be yourself, I don't mean that you are not to strive for individuality. If you limit yourself to colors you know are becoming, to certain styles you know you can wear, you defeat the possibilities of ever becoming completely smart. Don't say, "I can't wear that color or that style." Turn the lights on, try out the colors, and see if you can adapt them to your own personality. Study your make-up. Watch your figure. Take great care of your hair and dress it becomingly. Make the most of every asset. 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