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SCREENLAND
Annual orgy of bravos and blasts from Mr. Mook. If you disagree, send hisses to him — this is his picnic
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Janet Gaynor wonders what she'll receive.
Stop guessing! Sure Gable gets a Medal.
Pat O'Brien— the luck o' the Irish holds up.
Marlene Dietrich, a bit haughty. Why?
Luise Rainer finds it exciting, and good fun.
Chester Morris, it's your turn to smile!
OMES March again with its income tax and tax collectors, and self is in the dumps over the $1.98 I have to give the government, to say nothing of the 49c the mighty state of California is taking from me. So I take a stroll through Norman Foster's garden which consists of two geraniums but it doesn't seem to make much difference.
Then, suddenly, in my mind's eye, I see a garden which would have warmed the cockles of old Mr. Burbank's heart and right next to it is an ice-box filled with birds and next to that is a jeweler's case filled with shiny new medals. And it all reminds me that Prof. Mook hasn't cut his flowers or distributed his medals and birds for the sixth successive year for dear old Screenland. And as I look at the ice-box, my spirits go soaring, my dear, positively soaring.
So ! The first bird of the season goes to Marlene Dietrich because when she first came to Hollywood she proved she could be one of the nicest people imaginable and instead of continuing along those lines she has developed into one of the most arrogant, over-bearing women I have ever seen.
The first medal of the year goes to Clark Gable because he has made such a great comeback, because he took a part in "Mutiny on the Bounty" for which he was obviously not suited and played it as though it had been tailored to fit him and because, despite his success, he hasn't changed an iota from the nice person he was when I first met him.
To Ginger Rogers goes the bed of Mum's chrysanthemums because she is so unassuming, because she never speaks ill of anyone, because she has fought her way to the top in the face of almost overwhelming odds and because she has danced with Astaire and managed not to seem outclassed.
To Carole Lombard goes the bed of lilies because she has developed into such a swell comedienne and because there is no one on the screen today who can wear clothes as she can.
A medal to Warner Baxter for being such a good sport when I called him a "ham" and because from the letters of protest that poured in I know I must be wrong.
The bed of nasturtia to Irene Dunne because she is the epitome of all that is womanly, because she is a good actress, an agreeable singer, and because everyone who has ever worked with her is crazy about her.
A medal to James Cagney because although everyone in Hollywood called him "a type," as soon as he got a chance at something different in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" he proved he is one of the finest and most versatile actors on the screen and because he is undoubtedly one of the most soft-hearted.
The crimson poppies go to Jeanette MacDonald because from being merely a cold and beautiful singer in her first pictures she
Now give a big cheer for Preston Foster!
Read what Jean Muir receives — and why.
And Johnny Arledge, don't overlook him.
Jean Arthur, present for the presentation.
Norman Foster — he's always good-humored.