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What's New about Loy?
You wanted to know; we're telling you— in the first personal interview Myrna has granted since her return to work
MYRNA LOY is just about the busiest movie star in Hollywood these days. You can line up any busy little bees you may have around and I'll match them against Myrna and win. The day I watched her eat lunch in her dressing-room — oh, Myrna was very polite and invited me to have lunch with her, but I had to wait so long for her to finish a scene that I couldn't resist a snack of shrimp and avocado in the studio commissary — well, the day I watched her eat lunch in her dressing-room she had just come from "The Great Ziegfeld" set, she was planning to work until midnight, and get to the studio bright and early the next morning, Sunday, to do retakes on "Whipsaw," and the following Monday she starts "Wife Versus Secretary."
Poor Myrna was in such a dither that she didn't know whether she was Billie Burke and the wife of William Powell, or a lady crook and girl friend of Spencer Tracy, or the wife of Clark Gable versus secretary Jean Harlow. She didn't know whether to put on the blonde wig she has to wear in "The Great Ziegfeld," the brunette wig she wears ,in "Wife Versus Secretary," or let her hair go natural and titian as it is in "Whipsaw," I'm sure that if any of us had been in a similar position we would probably have just let out one loud shriek, "Yah-a-aa-aa-aa," and collapsed right in the middle of the set, making sure, of course, that William
By
Margaret Angus
Myrna Loy is back after her long vacation. Here's how she looks in "Whipsaw," with Spencer Tracy.
Powell was standing nearby to take us to our dressingroom. But not Miss Myrna ! If she hadn't told me how pressing the movie industry had suddenly become I never would have guessed — she was so much her usual calm and poised self and didn't show any signs of nerves until the telephone rang three times while she was telling me that she was glad to see me ; then she muttered "Darn," or maybe worse, and had all incoming calls stopped.
Her lunch arrived, a dainty little thing of corn beef and cabbage, which looked as out of place in her extremely feminine blue and white dressing-room as Jack Dempsey would in Adrian's shop window. But I must say it looked awfully good, and I deeply regretted that shrimp and avocado concoction, which might have had chic but nothing else. Once before, I remember, I watched Myrna eat lunch. That time it was ham and eggs, and then as now, she covered everything with mustard. Ah, the appetite of a humming bird !
"What's new about me?" Myrna repeated my question. "Well, pictures?" And right she is. Do you know that it has been months and months and months since we have had a Myrna Loy picture ? Much too long. But I don't have to tell you. You probably attribute those low spirits, those spots before the eyes, that burning around the heart to the fact that you haven't seen your favorite Girl (Continued on page 73)