Screenland (May-Oct 1937)

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Daffy doings ring the box-office bell these days, so the funny fellows and giddy ga!s rate high position — and salaries — in filmdom By Dick Pine That delightful goof, Charlie Ruggles, has given us many a comically confused character in pictures, though personally he frowns on drink, and spends his goof-earned dollars building elaborate dog kennels. Below, Roland Young, artful goof, is shy, and says he doesn't like Hollywood. Pressed for the reason why, he answers mournfully: "There'1; no zoo." He evokes roars of laughter on the radio and in screen impersonations, but Charlie Butterworth, above, seems a very grave, rather sad, and very dignified man when you meet him face to face. But just try to feel sad when he talks about himself. man !" My patience and, I hope, politeness were rewarded. "Haw ! Yes, I believe he is, now I come to think of it. Well, trot around, old chap, and we'll talk turkey. Hawhaw-haw— get the joke?" I "got" it. (And we're both British.) Arthur is six feet four and one-half. As I entered his living room, he was stooping, to admire the view from his window. He turned to greet me. "Haw ! Awfully glad to see you. Sit down. You want to talk about geese. Well, let's talk about geese. Interesting bird is the goose. Or am I thinking about the pelican. Yes, it's the pelican. Listen : An interesting bird is the pelican; He takes more in his beak than . . ." "Stop !" I commanded, abruptly. "I don't want to talk about geese, ducks, pelicans or humming birds." He looked hurt. "I suppose I daren't ask you to have a cocktail. You seem to have an aversion to any illusion to birds, what?" I assured him that my aversion to birds didn't extend to Vhistoire de la coq. and we eased ourselves into comfortable chairs to discuss screen humor. I asked him why he thought people thought he was funny, or if he, himself thought he was funny. "Well, y'know, I really don't know. I don't know that I'm particularly funny. Do you?" As a matter of fact, I did. I thought he was funny off the screen, as well as on. Looking at him at that moment, 1 wanted, uncontrollably, to giggle. But, after all, one doesn't giggle at one's host, even though he be a professional comedian. Treacher is one of those fortunate creatures who seem to have been born funny. And this, in spite of the fact that his father was a staid, (Please turn to page 95) 25