Screenland (Nov 1935-Apr 1936)

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24 SCREENLAND Forever Yours THE novel of Hollywood, by an author whose sympathy and understanding highlight the heart interest as well as the glamor of two famous stars By Margaret E. Sangster PART II HEN Karen left Tom Kildare, the studio gave her a farewell party. It was a gay, foolish party, with flowers and balloons and snappers and paper caps. Karen was as alien at that party as a Russian wolfhound in a basket of kittens. She tried to enter into the fun, and she tried, later, to be properly emotional over the flowery toasts in which each member of the studio staff claimed to ' have discovered her. ( "When I pointed you out to Tom," Monte Feinberg thundered, dramatically, and untruthfully, "Tom said, 'Baloney !' But I know a genius when I see one. So I insisted — " His remark was met by a chorus of boos. Even Karen recalled exactly what the manager had said. But when the noise subsided, she murmured — ■ "You didn't hurt my feelings, Mr. Feinberg. You were correc' — I looked like the wash-out ! I tell you thees : when I need a manager I weel steal you from Tom Kildare, who cannot properly appreciate talent." Monte Feinberg said, very seriously, "I'll keep that in mind, Karen." As a matter of record he did. * * * Tom's next comedy, minus the French girl, wasn't quite up to standard. It was a success financially — his comedies always were — but there was a spark missing. The picture went but it didn't make the hill on high. Also, not too surprisingly, people missed Karen — missed her eloquently by word of mouth and by word of pen. They missed her even though the new leading lady with the dimples and the legs — which she kept very much in evidence — was quite adequate. And yet the film was The most ardent gossips of Hollywood found Karen an enigma. "Too cold to fall in love!" a scenario writer said.