Screenland (May-Oct 1938)

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"You always were the most considerate person." "Thank you," Phil bowed. Marcia turned to her guests. "I'd like to present my manager, Mr. Phil Burns, and my father, Mr. Joe Butch. Of course you realize that Marcia Court is only a screen name — I was christened Florrie Butch. And now I shan't bother you with individual introductions as it's growing late and I think it's time for us to go in to supper." But Lady Marble stepped forward, gamely and graciously. "Nevertheless I shall first insist upon taking Mr. Butch by the hand and congratulating him upon being the father of such a charming and accomplished actress." She glowed upon Butch as' she took his hand. "I know how proud you are of a daughter who is so clever and resourceful. However/' with a secret smile for Marcia, "it must be trying to live with a person as subtle as she. How can you ever .tell when she is being serious ?" Marcia favored Lady Marble with her best Mona Lisa. "How can anyone ever tell when an actress is being serious'?" "Even the actress," Phil supplied gently. Marcia shot Phil a quick look, then her manner softened as she turned to Butch with a warm smile as she said, graciously sweet, "Father." "You are just like your mother," he said softly. Marcia gave him a rare smile. The butler opened the double doors to the dining room. Marcia and Butch started forward as Phil stepped quickly to her free side. "May I?" he asked. As Phil offered his arm, Marcia looked at him with complete understanding, her eyes luminous. She took his arm and with her two dinner partners started for the dining room. As they passed Anne, Phil grinned and winked at her. Anne smiled and glanced happily at Stewart. He offered his arm and they followed in Marcia's train, the distinguished guests closing in behind them. And Marcia, as she went through the doorway on the arms of her gallant knights was, somehow, the greatest lady of them all. (The End) Winning smile! If won Helen Parrish, above, her film contract. Baby Snooks Tells Her Age Continued from page 59 Snooks. Now where were we, Mr. Holland? (She beams triumphantly) That's the first time I've remembered a name in months. Me: We were talking about Baby Snooks' first stage appearance. Fanny: Oh, yes. Well— (With a gnashing of my teeth, I heard the phone ring — again. I tried hard to appear nonchalant. I knew I must be calm. But if that phone rang again !— Oh well, Holland, take out a cigarette and smoke yourself into a coma.) Fanny: (on way to phone) Just go right on asking me questions. Me: (agreeably now) All right. Now— Fanny: (On phone) Yeah ... All right When am I going to see you? . . . Me: As I was saying — Phil: (to friend) Think the script's ok? . . . Fanny: (on phone) All right. . . . Me: As I was saying — (Oh, what's the use? No one's listening to me anyway) Fanny: (still on phone) See you later then. (Hangs up and returns to her seat.) Fanny: (smiling broadly) Phil, that's an old friend of mine just in from New York. I haven't seen him for months and months. Phil: About this script, Fanny — Me: (clearing my throat) As I was saying— Fanny: Oh, yes. Sorry to keep you waiting, (pause) Where did we leave off? Me: Baby Snooks on — Fanny: That's it. You see, in Snooks' case, we merely use child psychology. Nothing is said that an ordinary child wouldn't say. Phil: (rapidly and loudly) And often we have to throw out a good gag, just — Fanny : (interrupting and louder. Both are genuinely excited now, and I'm practically insane. Either I don't get any stories, or when I do they come so fast I can't write them down fast enough. Fanny continuing) Just to preserve the character. Even though we know the gag may bring a laugh. Me: (Silence. I'm writing too madly to talk. Gee! Wish I knew shorthand!) Fanny: We get a lot of letters from mothers suggesting gags to use that their own children have said. Some we can use, but most of them are only funny to their mothers. And, anyway, we must only use stories that will fit a certain situation. Phil: That's it! You see, we never try to explain zvhy to any question of Snooks'. We merely say because. Fanny: Often, though, Snooks becomes so inquisitive, that we start to explain. Then we're lost — as is her exasperated father. (With a sly grin) Never try to tell a child a building is tall because an architect made it that way. Just say because. If you don't, you'll find yourself explaining what an architect is, and you're apt to wind up describing a brick before you're through. Me: (After a near collapse from writer's cramp) Is Baby Snooks — Voice: (from back of me) Hello, Fanny! Fanny: Hello! Voice: Meet my mother-in-law, Fanny. Fanny: How do you do. (To the new arrival) Did you bring back the sweaters and coat from Mexico for me? Voice: Yep — here they are! (What was this? The Grand Central Terminal? But who was this new arrival? I recognized her voice and her face. But who was she?) Fanny: Oh, pardon me — Miss Hovick — , Mr.— Me: Holland. (So this was Louise (Gypsy 92 SCREENLAND