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for J u n e 1931
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Confessions of a
Gangsters
Moll
"Little Caesar" meets his match — the Missus! Read what Edward G. Robinson is really like; you'll be surprised.
His wife tells on "Little Caesar"
By
Eddie's gangster snarl is in evidence only when Gladys wears an unbecoming hat or the telephone rings before noon.
H
OW does it feel to be a gangster's moll ?" or "Seriously speaking, aren't you terrified to be married to the man who can
send shivers down the spines of thousands of people?"
These are the questions I am usually asked after every preview or opening of a new picture in which Mr. Robinson portrays a gangster. My answer is, "It feels great !"
There's never a dull moment — not that I wouldn't welcome a dull moment now and then just to get my breath. To justify my answer it is only fair to take you behind the scenes and give you a glimpse of "Little Caesar" at home.
First of all, he's fond of sleeping mornings. Shortly after noon you may see your bad man rearranging some pictures or pottery before he starts out for an afternoon stroll, probably ending up in a picture gallery or a department store, purchasing such dainty articles as cobwebby lace handkerchiefs or Guerlain's latest for — well, you probably can guess. Sometimes he even comes home with a charming new lamp under his arm — nothing would surprise me any more. Of course, you understand, this is when he is not working.
The other day he walked in with enough Wagnerian records to start a music shop. Wagner, by the way, is his favorite composer. I firmly believe those famous warrior motifs have done as much toward making him a good cinema scrapper as anything. He's an unusually goodnatured person. The well-known gangster snarl is occasioned only by
Mrs. Edward G. Robinson
(Gladys Lloyd)
So this is "Little Caesar".' Edward G. Robinson with his wife Gladys, ready to step out.
the wearing of an unbecoming hat on my part or the ringing of the telephone before noon.
Just imagine having your butcher and baker and candlestick maker in constant awe and almost apologizing for sending the monthly bill merely because they refuse to believe that your husband is anything but a killer, not to speak of the genuflecting officers of the law, and taxi drivers all over town afraid to displease.
Of course, there are some disadvantages. Sometimes he works out his parts with me. He considers me his most severe critic — where have you heard that before?
W hen he is rehearsing and playing a part he abandons himself so completely to the character that subconsciously he lives the character in his sleep.
Many times I am awakened and startled by villainous threats. I dream occasionally myself — and I'll tell you this one just to prove how this gangster business gets under your skin.
I dreamed we were both out speeding and were finally picked up. When told to pull up to the curb Eddie asked the officer how he'd like to carry a lily for the rest of his days. We were promptly arrested, and then it finally dawned on him that he was only rehearsing his part for the next day and we were trying vainly to convey this to the copper when — thank God — I woke up and decided that as long as I was married to a gangster I was happy that it was only a make
believe gangster !