Screenland (Nov 1935-Apr 1936)

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That fright he sent Karen a cluster of white orchids, and they were on the pillow beside her face as she drifted into sleep. * % ^ While Karen was being coached by Tom — the entire movie colony, it appeared, was being coached by someone — they were both happy. Karen, though she was intensely worried about her future, wore a cloak of radiance — and Tom was pleasantly cocksure and oddly possessive. "You'll make the grade, baby," he told her fifty times during a lesson. "Read over that balcony scene, will you, and try to put a muffler on the accent!" Karen, slim volume in hand, brows knit, intoned patiently from Shakespeare — "What light from yonder weendow breaks?" she wanted to know. "Ees eet the so-on — ■" Tom groaned. "I almost thought you were losing your accent for a while, but since you've been putting your mind to this elocution stuff it grows more pronounced. I don't get it." "Eet's because," said Karen, speaking carefully, making each word clear, "I — am — trying — so-o — hard. I — so-o — want — to ■ — ■ please — you." "It's yourself you want to try and please," Tom said. "I might as well tell you, hon, that I'm fit to be tied — waiting for them to make your voice tests. I'd be ashame — " he didn't finish the sentence. Karen misunderstood. "You would be ashamed of me?" she asked, very low. "If I failed — in thees? After what you have taught me? After what you have geeven me?" Tom's hand reached out to pat her hand. "I don't mean that at all," he said, "you can't help it if you were born abroad, can you ? Lord knows, you've worked at it. Say, do you know you have the softest, smoothest skin?" Karen said, "I roob my fingers with cream each night. They are so beeg — " she made one of her rare jokes, "it should be the cream of vanishing. Tom, weel you hate me if I fail in thees talkies? If I have to go back to being a nurse-maid?" Tom was still staring at her fingers. H° said — "If you're an entire bust, Karen, it won't cut any ice — hot to me. Or to you, either, I — " was Tom Kildare embarrassed? "I hope. I got something in mind for you, old dear." Karen stared at her fingers. Tom had never patted them in just that way. "My main comfort," she said, "ees that you, Tom, are on the — how would Monte say it?— up an' up. You have such a fine, carrying voice. These nasty talkies weel not faze you." Tom wasn't smug, not in the least. He tried earnestly to keep the self-satisfaction from his voice. "How I hated the stage," he said, "how I loathed the music halls ! This business of making whispers carry to the top gallery— and getting an egg for your trouble. But I've discovered, baby, that everything has its uses. It's the old stage — the shabby music hall — that's going to carry me through while a hell of a lot of A-l actors go back to the sticks." Karen recaptured the slim volume that she had laid aside. She thumbed through the pages. "Perhaps," she said, "I had better pass by the lo'ove scenes — eh, Tom ? Perhaps my accent would be less fonney in the serious drama — " Tom said, "I don't think you're so funny in your loves scenes. Maybe you lack feeling, but — ever been in love, Karen?" He fairly shot out the question. Karen answered by asking, " 'Ave you ?" Tom Kildare looked moodily into space. "Oh," he told Karen, "I've been having affairs since I was sixteen, boy and man. But it never hurt me very much if the gal ran off with a traveling salesman — it was all in the day's work. No woman ever made what you might call a dent. Think I'm a bum ?" Kare'n murmured, demurely, "A beeg bum !" Tom sighed, and said, "To me your accent's cute as a button. But the Lord alone knows what the sound men'll do to it. Well — " he repeated the sigh, a shade more gustily, "we'll know soon. It won't be long, now." It wasn't. Within a space counted by days, he and Karen sat in a shadow shrouded room and listened to what the sound men had done. {To Be Continued) First action still from "These Three." The scene shows Miriam Hopkins registering displeasure when she finds Catherine Doucet and Merle Oberon, with Joel McCrea's help, turning their farm house into a girls' school.