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for February 1936
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A huge,
bare stage two slim
O figures stood. The man was clad in a gob's uniform, the curly-headed girl in trousers of dark blue satin and a close-fitting, sleeveless jacket of paler blue, topped by a natty stock that repeated the color of the pants. From a horn at the side a "play-back" blared, and the two figures went into action, feet tapping, arms curving, faces alight. They met and parted, they twirled and swayed and bent their knees, feet twinkling in patterns more and more intricate. Now she was in his arms — now they were the whole stage apart — now they faced each other, matching tap for tap with such exquisite precision, such thistledown lightness, such unbelievable harmony of rhythm that you felt the blood mounting to your head in excitement that anything should be so perfect.
The studio crew, . going on perforce with their work, managed nevertheless to keep one eye on the dancers. It would have taken a thirty-third degree stoic to keep both eyes off. Here was a million dollars' worth of entertainment to be had for the looking. Here was the spirit of modern dancing incarnate. Here were Rogers and
First pictures of Ginger Rogers in "Follow the Fleet," her new film with Fred Astaire, below. More marvelous dancing and clowning by the idols of the musical movies.
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GINGE HERSELF
Meet your dancing darling in a new mood! The best Rogers interview you've ever read
By Ida Zeitlin
Astaire rehearsing a brand new number !
It's probably some such image of Ginger Rogers that you conjure up when her name is mentioned — a bubbling girl with a heart as buoyant as her feet, fun-loving, high-spirited, taking for granted the gifts life has poured into her lap, a symbol of youth and gaiety who twirls and pirouettes her way through a series of carefree days.
If that's your mental picture of Ginger, you'll have to remake it — for, surprisingly enough, she isn't like that at all. Oh, I don't mean that she's nursing some secret sorrow or finds herself bowed down by the weight of an afflicted world. She's a normally happy person, but as different from the merry madcap she projects on the screen as though they were two distinct personalities — as indeed they are.
Watch her as she comes off the set. Assumed animation drops from her like a cloak. Her walk is quiet, her eyes are quiet, her voice is quiet. Her manner is friendly, yet reserved — with (Continued on page 68)