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Kay Francis!
THE first time I met Kay Francis in the flesh she was taking a bath, and was very much in the flesh. Quite pretty too. It was last summer and the rumors were getting about that Warner Brothers' most glamorous star was falling in love again, and with a writer chap named Delmar Daves, and naturally Mag the Snoop couldn't let things like that go on without sticking her nose into it, heavens no, not me. Remind me to do something about curbing my curiosity sometime, it gets me into the strangest places.
Of course I couldn't exactly picture the exotic Kay romancing with a studio writer, a typewriter pounder, no less. Kay is easily one of the most sophisticated and charming women in Hollywood, and when you think of men in connection with her you visualize monocles, top hats, moonlight on the Riviera and champagne cocktails — certainly not pencil stubs, second sheets, smudges, and ten o'clock of a hot morning in Burbank. Why, only a few weeks before Kay had returned from a series of social triumphs abroad that would make a queen turn green with envy, for she had all the eligible males in London, Paris, and the Countess di Frasso's Rome at her feet, offering her every kind of a little tid-bit from a medieval title to a Castle in Scotland with a ghost in the left wing. And of course it was no secret that ever since her return a certain Italian nobleman, introduced by the Countess di Frasso who is one of Kay's best friends, had called franticallv and eloquently over long distance from Rome every few nights. Yes, there must be some mistake. As I recalled Delmar Daves he was anvthing but Old World. A rather studious looking young man, not handsome, but with a pleasing smile, who had been around Warner Brothers for a number of years scribbling out dialogue for the lads and lassies of the screen. How long he and Kay had known each other I do not know, but I do know that they did not start having "dates" until "Stranded," which picture Kay starred in with George Brent, and which picture Delmar Daves wrote dialogue for. I am fairly reliably informed that they met on the "Stranded" set one fine morning during a heated argument over Miss Francis' lines.
Well, I pondered over the idiosyncracies of fate all the way out to the studio in Burbank and right into the publicity office. Would someone take (Continued on page 73)
And where our writer found her, and how, and what she said, makes the most amusing story you've ever read about the star sophisticate
By Margaret Angus
Here's Kay as she looks in her new picture, which is provocatively titled "I Found Stella Parish," and which is all about a glamorous actress. Easy for Kay to play!