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The lovely lass of our large picture is Frances Farmer. Yes, and the shy Miss directly at the right is Frances, too, as she looked on April 10th, 1935, in her very first news photograph, when the 2 Iyear-old University of Washington co-ed won the contest which indirectly led her to the screen. Top, Frances in her latest role, in "Toast of New York," again opposite Edward Arnold.
Workaday Girl
The true story of Frances Farmer, the girl who "got there" without glamor
By Anita Kilore
OXE moment she was an unknown stock player at Paramount, coaching like any amateur with Phyllis Lawton, the studio dramatic teacher. The next minute she was catapulted to fame in two leading parts, both in the same picture — one of the outstanding pictures of the year. Frances Farmer is the unknown who played the difficult parts of the two Lottas, mother and daughter, in the picturization of Edna Ferber's famous book, "Come and Get It." In that picture she played opposite Edward Arnold, one of the finest actors in the business, and much to everyone's surprise, he had to share the critics' praise with this amateur. It was one of those unlooked-for big successes that happens only once in a blue moon in Hollywood.
If this had happened to you, as it happened to Frances, you might be quite giddy with excitement. Going to bed an unknown one night and waking up a star the next morning usually docs do things to people. The temptation would be to throw off your workaday clothes and your
workaday manners and to blossom out. taking full advantage of your new glamor. A new "Don't look now, but here I come" tilt to the head, and a "Well, I showed you, didn't I?" flaunt to the shoulders. Yes, and you might buy your eyelashes a little longer from now on, your hose a little silkier, and your friends a little mightier. But Frances Farmer indulged in none of these feminine frailties. When she appeared for luncheon at the spaghetti-scented Lucey's that day-after, she was wearing that same workaday suit that she had worn so often to her dramatic lessons just a few months before. It was dark and tailored, and over it she wore a loose-fitting black and white plaid coat. She wore a little black hat. and under it her lovely blonde hair was neatlv tucked away. No curls, no frills, no nonsense. It was just like the outfit she used to wear about the University of Washington campus. Nor was there anything about her make-up to indicate that she was an actress. Just a little powder, a little lipstick, and (Continued on page 78)
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