Screenland (Dec 1933-Apr 1934)

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And she is that rarest of all things — fair in her thoughts and dealings as well as in her delicate coloring. Consider for a moment the Charm of Claudette Colbert. It is totally different. She is like a glass of champagne — sparkling, and apt to stir you to any sort of deviltry. There are two imps back of her eyes. The more dignified and poised she becomes the more the imps show up. They suggest that everybody play hookey from school, stretch black threads for people to trip over, or remove gates from their hinges and carry them to the other end of town. One can imagine Claudette after an evening of hilarity forgetting all about it and writing a poem. You can safely gamble that there is a soft spot in her heart for Tennyson's "The Lily Maid of Astolat." You perceive that she is a creature of moods, and as such would understand yours. "What a charming friend," you say to yourself. But let me think a little further. One more name to choose ! From all that galaxy of charming personalities — who shall it be? Before my eyes pass the glamorous images of Constance Bennett, Joan Crawford, Ann Harding, Kay Francis and Janet Gaynor. Interesting and lovely as they are, their great appeal humbly acknowledged, my mind is drawn, for my sixth choice, to Norma Shearer, because she takes us up into the rarefied atmosphere of almost perfection. But not that perfection which is unattainable, in which we cannot quite believe. The smoothness and Tightness of her we accept gladly. She does not seem a remote ideal. She makes us feel that with just a little more attention we, too, could lead poised, unruffled lives. She reminds, us that beauty, happiness, and success are quite within reach of humans. She says to us, "You can, if you will." So we straighten our shoulders and start at our own tasks with more calm and conscience. Thus Norma Shearer ennobles her admirers. And who does not enjoy feeling just a little bit noble? Is this Charm? Rather ! No discussion of Charm would be complete without mentioning that utterly refreshing little Madge Evans. She is as yet unformed as a personality. Perhaps this is part of her Charm. I find myself wanting to shield her from a mistaken marriage. I want her life to be unsoiled, uncomplicated, free and true and clear, like her own fine countenance. I find other people equally anxious about her. Surely only the force of her youthful, virginal Charm could reach out to stir such loving protection in others' hearts. And never forget this is the greatest evidence of the highest type of truly feminine CHARM. But one might go on like this indefinitely. There are so many Charming women in Hollywood ! What I Think of Jimmy Continued from page 1 8 occurred to me to doubt him. He says things with such an air of finality it never seems possible he could be wrong or that he might, perhaps, merely be advancing an opinion. When we were together on the stage in New York I had probably had a great deal more theatrical experience than he. Yet, without at all intending to, he used — with that air of authority he has — make me feel that he knew more. People exclaimed when he walked out not so long ago because he wanted more dough. That's nothing new for him. In New York a producer sent for him once for a part in "Penny Arcade." Jim took the script, read it, and went back to talk things over. "How much?" he asked the producer. "$125," said Mr. Blank. "I want $200," Jim retorted. "I can only pay $125," said the manager. "Well, get somebody else to play the part then," Jim answered. He was dead broke, he hadn't worked in heaven knows when, the part suited him to a T and he knew it — but that didn't scare him. And, what's more, the producer knew he was broke, but if you think he got Jim to work for less than $200 you're crazy ! Jim was so darned independent he wouldn't even go back to the producer's office to talk to him. The queerest things catch his fancy. He has always had a fetish for women's hats. It's the jifirst thing he notices about them. Once, shortly after he was married, he was in a vaudeville act. 'Bill,' his wife, was in another act. They had been separated for about six weeks, which is a long time — when you're first married. Finally she had a week lay-off and wired Jim she could join him. He wired back immediately and told her to come on. She arrived while he was at the theatre. They rushed toward each other with outstretched arms. Suddenly Jim stopped dead in his tracks. "My God!" he ejaculated, "where'd you get that hat?" And that was the greeting his bride got after a six weeks' separation ! He's moody as the devil. Every once in a while he gets tired of people he knows and shies away from them without a word of explanation. Naturally, they feel hurt. But because at heart he's one of the most regular people alive, his conscience troubles him afterwards until he has made things right. I remarked that he likes intelligent people. While we were playing in "Maggie," George Kelly, the author, took a liking to him and Jim used to follow him around like a puppy, hanging on every word George uttered. It's the same with anyone else who has any brains. Jim doesn't care if they talk about shoe-polish or trains. He's only interested in learning something he doesn't already know. He is the most observant person I have ever met. All the time he is talking to you he is taking in every detail of your appearance. Not only of your clothes but of your features as well. He's quite handy with a pencil or paint brush and he's mentally sketching you all the time he's talking. He's a natural mimic and one reason he gives such convincing performances is because nearly every one of his characterizations is patterned after someone he has known. He stores phrases, mannerisms, tricks and gestures in the back of his head and when the time comes he pulls them out