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Weston East
Latest news and gossip direct from studios and social haunts of your film favorites
THERE never was a gayer, more touchl ing, or more futile departure from Hollywood than David Niven's, just when he became a star after years of struggle. There wasn't a suggestion of dramatics about it yet everyone can't help but feel low with the genuine loss. David's repartee during his last weeks here never was wittier, or never more caustic. He kept everyone bellowing, yet no one missed seeing the uselessness of the move. "Maybe I'll go into the air force and drop Goldwyn pamphlets over Germany," he quipped. "You know it wouldn't be such a risk since Goldwyn has ordered Hitler to shoot around me!" He opined he wouldn't play in pictures in England, "only a Hitler crime short!" On one of his last radio broadcasts he pulled a gag that had the managers of the station frowning, but they forgave him. During the last seconds of banter, and when he thought he was off the air, knowing it was probably his last broadcast, -he turned to Irene Dunne asking, "Did you get your check yet, darling, or do you ask for those things here? I don't mean to walk out of the place without mine!" To those listening very closely it all came over the air, and was very funny.
(~* HARLIE RUGGLES always knew that no matter what kind of business you went into you were bound to run into trouble of some kind. So he weighed the pros and cons of going into the dog kennel business, and raising thoroughbred canines. It seemed pleasant and harmless. His business jumped to the largest in Hollywood in no time, and now one contingency that he never thought about _ is putting him in a desperate spot. With litters of all breeds of his pups appearing with increasing regularity he is at a complete loss to find high sounding names intricate enough to give each pup a truly impressive, thoroughbred moniker to start life out with. He's exhausted lists of names of Indian tribes, of American W. P. A. and other projects, and even of Pullman cars, getting such combinations as Pish of Passamoquoddy, etc. He's still begging for help.
TO GET a bow from Royalty is an honor I that movie personalities seldom get. When they do, their stock in Hollywood goes sky-rocketing. No one knows who put a bug in King Gustave of Sweden's ear and made him request a print of "Intermezzo" to show at a royal family fete in honor of Ingrid Bergman, the new > Swedish whiz. More than a month ago, with the picture barely finished, the Swedish Society in New York, by command of King Gustave, put in a request for a print of the new picture. The private, royal blowout in the palace at Stockholm, to present Ingrid to the Swedish court is an honor never before accorded any movie actress. (Even Garbo never got it.) Coming after her first and only American picture is another outstanding honor for Ingrid Bergman. Can that girl act!
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WOU'VE heard all sorts of stories on / why Irene Dunne has got, and held onto, her envious spot in the picture business. She seems to have more good breaks than the other girls somehow. Here is one of the unknown reasons why Irene never appears in a weak picture and always has a top-notch leading man and a whopper cast. Confidentially, she has a clause in her contract that no other feminine star has. She, unconditionally, gets half of any actor's contract that the studio decides to team her with, if that young actor hasn't as big a name as hers, or if in her estimation, he really isn't of star caliber. In that canny way Miss Dunne sees to it that her name and reputation can never be used just to build up one of a studio's lesser known personalities.
HOLLYWOOD romances and even marriages can hardly help go the wrong way when things like this keep happening here every day. Tyrone and Annabella walked into a preview the other night, or rather tried to, but were stopped by photographers. "Hold it, just a couple of pictures ! Just one moment, will you stand here please?" Quicker than a flash Tyrone was separated from Annabel la's side, and before he knew it he was being photographed practically in the arms of a very luscious young player on his own lot who was trying to get into the preview too. Tyrone was completely bewildered by what was going on, but Annabella obligingly allowed herself to be pushed out of the picture and spotlight, and beamed at Tyrone assuringly while the bulbs popped.
OH WHAT a chance Charlie Mc ] Carthy missed the other night to put his guardian and best friend, Edgar Ber j gen, on a spot ! Bergen placed himself in a pitifully compromising position and actually stuck his neck out, but he was saved by Charlie's new, early-to-bed regime. This propitious moment occurred when Edgar was lured to place his head in a portable guillotine at a party at the Victor Hugo. Edgar in mock distress I called on everyone present for help, and then plaintively begged Charlie's aid until he remembered what a position it _ would be for Charlie to demand a raise in that weekly allowance that bothers him so much. But Charlie was at home sound asleep in his traveling case, and ignorant of the whale of a chance he missed to up his 75c weekly stipend.
WARNER BROTHERS' new ultimatum allows no glamor girl on that lot to wear slacks. The drive was started after Brenda Marshall, their newest girl, made such a tremendous hit. Brenda was informed that she had to give up her liking for slacks because she was destined to become their next big bet in the sex appeal niche, and no fatal woman was ever fatal in slacks. All the big bosses got together and agreed that pants had as yet done nothing for the feminine figure. Orry Kelly, studio stylist, was ordered to make Brenda Marshall the sexiest wardrobe he could create. Brenda was promised everything on a silver platter if she would play the game to the letter. Ann Sheridan, on the same lot, still wears pants in defiance of the order whenever she feels like it, and no one seems to care. Is that a sign that Brenda is one up on Ann, or vice versa?