Screenland (May-Oct 1939)

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Your Pal TARZAN By Malcolm H Oettinger Johnny's liking for kids is the real thing. Above, the big fellow holds in his arms one of the crippled children invited to hear tarzan yodel for New York charity. Across the page, Weissmuller signs photographs for his best fans. Lower right, Johnny and little John Sheffield in "Tarzan Finds A Son," latest in Metro's "Tarzan" series. THE greatest swimmer in the world is a broadshouldered, good-natured young giant named Johnny Weissmuller, who attributes his success to the fact that he always liked to go fast. To movie millions he is Tarzan, visual version of Edgar Rice Burroughs' talented ape-man, tree-climber par excellence, yodeler extraordinary. To women the world over he is a dream of male perfection, six feet four, broad at the shoulder, tapering at the hips, 200 pounds of sinew and muscle, without a pound that could be liquidated. When you penetrate the streamlined fastnesses backstage at the Aquacade where Johnny contributes his skill to the New York World's Fair, you find him diffident but poised, pleasant, smiling, and affable in a subdued way. A young admirer of some six years was waiting to shake hands with his hero, and in the hurrying bustle of exciting chorus girls and aquabats, Weissmuller leaned over solicitously to inquire how the moppet had enjoyed the Aquacade. There is a lot of the small boy in Johnny, despite his grownup salary, which Broadway reports to be $2000 a week and all the water he can drink. "Of course Metro gets that," Johnny explains. "I've been on the M-G-M payroll ever since I started doing Tarzan six years ago. They pay me every week whether I work or not. For months I did nothing between pictures but loaf around and swim. But last year they farmed me out to Billy Rose for his Aquacade in Cleve-' land. That was a big hit, so he wanted me to repeat for him in his show here at the New York World's Fair. I don't mind, since they have some method of purifying the water and keeping it nice and clean. It's heated to stay at an even temperature regardless of the weather." It means four strenuous shows a day, during each of which Johnny does two rhythmic swimming routines with the talented Eleanor Holm, and a sensational dash to the rescue of diis comic partner. Stubby Krueger. While we were talking, Krueger just happened along, and his reminiscences of fifteen years swimming with 56