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53
N NEW YORK
Film belles are looking wistfully toward the stage
while mobs grow dizzy over matinee idols like
John Boles and Robert Taylor.
He Can Take It. — Even though he couldn't get out of his hotel without being stymied by mobs of autograph collectors, even though his bodyguards and the watchful minions of the Waldorf-Astoria got things slightly balled up c 3 tried to keep out the friends he had asked to drop in to see him, Robert Taylor isn't complaining.
He figures that the time to complain will come when the public doesn't want to see him. A little groggy from being rushed here and there, he managed, nevertheless, to have some fun. First he looked up Tamara Geva, the lovely Russian dancer with whom he made the test that landed in films. With her and a flock of girls from her show, I "On Your Toes," he did the town, taking in all the big res
Robert Taylor obliged even the girl performers at Radio
City Music Hall. Here he's autographing the blouse of
Catherine Eyles.
Anita Louise is so beautiful that a coal-scuttle hat isn't ridiculous on her.
taurants that have midnight floor shows. You'd think there were no pretty girls in Hollywood, to hear him rave about our chorus beauties. Spectacular success in pictures hasn't robbed him of any of his youthful enthusiasm. He may be your hero, but his is Gary Cooper.
A New Star Arrives. — Coming home from London on the maiden voyage of the "Queen Mary, Anita Louise learned that Warner theater men had voted that she be made a star. "But what does it mean?" asked Anita. She was thrilled, of course, but she seemed to recall that stardom was not always an unmixed blessing. She reserved decision until arriving in Hollywood and finding what stories had been selected for her, and whether stardom meant little pictures with so-so casts or big ones with the best of everything.
In London she fell prey to the oddities of milliners and dressmakers, some fiend having induced her to wear a coal-scuttle hat. Of course, she is ntinued on pagt