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for January 1936
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We went over to Boyer's house to see his lovely young wife, Pat Paterson. On entering I admired the apartment which occupies two floors overlooking Pare Monceau.
Miss Paterson's eyes brightened. "Yes, isn't it attractive? Charles had it all done up to surprise me on my arrival."
In the same house live the great French actor, Victor Francen, and his wife Mary Marquet, of the Comedie Francaise, National Theatre.
"I love Paris," continued Miss Paterson, "but I'm really anxious to get back to Hollywood. Back to work and my dogs ! It's all right for Charles here, for he is working, but I'm itching" to get back to work myself."
I asked her plans and she said she would free-lance, having broken her contract with Fox. "There is alwavs one who must make
the sacrifice and I did that when I married Charles. He has to be in Paris each year and I couldn't be under contract and get off at exactly the same time he does, so I plan to arrange my work to fit in with his."
She is a radiantly lovely young creature with beautiful frank eyes and flashing teeth. I asked her for some snapshots of their trip and she laughingly told me how they took along two cameras vowing to snap all sorts of pictures. They returned to Paris with the cameras absolutely unused. Just enjoyed themselves and photographed the lovely scenes in their memories.
All well and good for them but I thought of the countless fans who would love to see some of the results. I determined to go to the station armed with a camera and snap them boarding their boat train — that is, if Boyer in his dash from the studio has a moment to pose on the top step !
Movie Bachelors at Home
Continued from page 31
Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant seen in their first screen appearance together, in "Sylvia Scarlett."
used the desk very much anyway, but — that it is decorative ! Adding, that Randy loved to write when the spirit moved him but the spirit moved seldom.
Down the hall is a cozy combination den and bar that one easily surmises is a popular rendezvous. Both being backgammon experts they keep a table always set, ready to squeeze in a game or two between jumps. Randy says they are ever battling the element of time but can't keep up with it.
As we started upstairs, Cary suddenly exclaimed, "I'll bet the beds aren't made yet. Give me a minute — that's one of my accomplishments,"— but Randy and I convinced him that unmade beds were unimportant, so the procession moved onward and upward.
Opening the door into a large sunny room, Cary announced with a flourish, "We flash the best — first. This is our guest room, that is never used, worse luck!"
"Except by Fred Astaire," interposed Randy. "He insists on monopolizing it when he comes down for a swim and so far, it belongs exclusively to him."
Astaire certainly knows how to choose,
for the room is like a bower of Spring blossoms in its shades of pink, and the soft rose carpet is surely kinder to his dancing feet than the cement floor of the basement dressing-rooms.
The boys' bedrooms face the ocean. Cary's is decorated in yellow, all the way from golden to cream; while Randy's is most effective in white and red, and both are thoroughly masculine in simplicity. The dressing-rooms and baths follow the same^ decorative scheme of color.
Aside from the unmade beds, not a single thing was out of place. No loose ties or stray shoes were in sight, and a glimpse into the closets' and dresser-drawers revealed perfect order.
"Perhaps being orderly is simply a case of the least resistance," observed Randy. "We're always in such a hurry and hate to waste time rummaging around for things. It is really easier to put them away when we take them off."
Standing at the window watching the waves splash against the beach, he went on, "I love the sound of the breakers at night, it lulls me to sleep. You see, my bed is only about a hundred feet from the ocean. Not that I need lulling — I'd probably sleep all day if someone didn't raise a commotion to wake me up."
Probably it is because these two are so temperamentally unlike that they live in perfect harmony, with never an argument between them. Cary is English and is' impulsive, impetuous, and gay; Randy, from Virginia, is quiet and composed. He also is blessed with a gorgeous sense of humor.
Randy explained, with his slow smile, "There has ever been a bond between our people. Remember, the South was settled by the English ; we have always understood each other."
There are, however, some amusing differences. For instance : Both have large wardrobes which they prize, but Randy carefully swathes his clothes in paper bags to insure against moths, while Cary contends the bags' keep the moths in and so refuses to use them. He has a trick of leaving his closet door open a wee crack so there will be a circulation of air.
Cary prefers white flowers for house decorations. Randy doesn't care about the color just so there are plenty of them.
Being English, Cary craves meat; he doesn't care a rap about vegetables' or sweets. Randy must have his vegetables and he likes desserts, to say nothing about a weakness for hot biscuits and fried
Here's a NEW ARLISS for you . . . He's a happygo-lucky rolling stone
GEORGE ARLI S S
MfSTER -HOBO
COMING SOON to your Favorite Theatre
DIRECTED BY MILTON ROSMER
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