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Gene Raymond, Anita Louise and her recent bridegroom, Buddy Adler, all dressed up for the Edgar Bergen , party and enjoying a laugh over the jelly apples on sticks that were served the guests.
touching, and the man from the shop measured them. The idea is to have a couch that they can both stretch out on and read at the same time. The night the couch was delivered Mary was entertaining six old friends from Texas, and of course they all piled on it to try it out. In the midst of the excitement the doorbell rang and the butler ushered in a very pleasant looking young man, and Mary promptly invited him to come over and try out the new couch. Richard returned from the kitchen soon afterwards where he had been mixing a few Scotch-andsodas, and of course offered the young man a drink. And then it was that Mary and Richard did their own version of Noel Coward's "Hands Across the Sea."
"Who's your friend?" whispered Richard.
"He's not my friend," Mary whispered back, "I thought he was your friend."
An hour or so later when the Texas people left the young man also rose to go. "Really you have been so nice," he smiled sweetly at Mr. and Mrs. Halliday. "I don't know when I have spent such a charming evening. I came to check on the electricity."
With the arrival of Richard's mother the house-furnishing tension eased tip considerably. She "loaned" them among other things, an 18th century Venetian piecrust table, a Chippendale table, and a chest of drawers that the Hallidays have cherished ever since the Mayflower docked. Mary suddenly decided that being a housewife wasn't so bad after all, and even started planning meals for herself and Richard. Until she had to start getting up at six every morning to make those early "calls" for "New York Town."
"As soon as I got six dining room chairs," said Mary, "I invited Vivien Leigh and Larry Olivier and Jean Arthur and Frank Ross to dinner. I was so pleased over having a place for them to sit that I forgot all about preparing cocktails for them. My butler's from Texas (so's my cook, I have to get my servants from Texas because they are the only colored people who can understand the way I talk) and the only cocktail he knows how to make is an old-fashioned. 'Would you like an old-fashioned?' I asked my guests hoping that there was something to the power of suggestion. But it seems they wanted a martini. The martinis arrived — made with orange juice, gin, vermouth and a cherry. I saw Larry do a very polite double-take. I rushed down to a bookshop the next day and bought my butler a book on how to mix cocktails. So he's learning. And so am I. When you ask me about my piecrust table now, I don't go in the kitchen to look for it."
A grand, honest, down-to-earth girl, that's Mary Martin. With a sense of humor' that's so refreshing that you get all pepped up just being around her. As Richard says, "She has only one fault. She will insist upon saying that my one priceless antique looks as if I won it at a carnival. And when I think of all the francs I paid for it in France ! But do you know, the more I look at it the more I believe she's right. It does look as if it came out of a carnival !"
EDITOR'S NOTE
The title for the fictionization of the season's stirring new film, which we published in last month's issue under the title^of "Flotsam," has been changed. It will be shown at your neighborhood theaters as "So Ends Our Night."
Medals and Birds!
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a gutter rat and make you believe she is one and then, put on the glad rags and just as effortlessly make you believe she was "to the manor born." In addition, as far as I'm concerned, she hasn't changed an iota from the days when she was a Mack Sennett Bathing Beauty (16 years old), wearing slinky black dresses and ropes of pearls (in private life) to impress herself and the natives with her sophistication. And there is no one who laughs louder than the Carole of today over the Carole of yesteryear.
The other girl is Claudette Colbert because, like Carole, she doesn't change, because she's been at the top longer than either of you and still holds her place, because her pictures are always interesting and because I have seldom seen anyone more gracious than she was to fans and photographers alike at the preview of "Spring Parade," so we'll give her the peonies.
Shucks ! What's the use of fooling around? All this sweetness and light isn't Mook. Mook is really just a chubby little bundle of verbal vitriol and it's time deflation set in by letting some of the vitriol escape.
The first bird of the year goes to Mr. Charles Boyer because, although he was "too depressed" over the fall of Paris to say "hello" to the thousands of fans gathered at the premiere of "All This, and Heaven Too," he wasn't too depressed to attend the opening or to attend a big party at Ciro's afterwards, and because he is one of the most ungracious and uncooperative men I have ever seen. When he finished the picture mentioned he never so much as said "Thank you" to the crew and make-up and wardrobe people who had worked tirelessly with Mr. Boyer and his toupee.
The next bird of the year goes to Priscilla Lane because, although she's had all the breaks, she takes no interest in her work, doesn't try to improve herself, because with nothing more than looks to recommend her she tries to dictate to the studio what parts she'll play and, lastly, because when she realized she had made a mistake in her marriage, instead of coming out and saying so (as she finally had to do when she got her divorce), she tried to make fools of the press by telling them she wasn't married !
Ricardo Cortez gets a bird for returning to acting, although as long as he confines
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his activities to B pictures, which I don't have to see, it's all right — in a remote sort of way.
And one to Susanna Foster because, for a little girl, she is too brash and forward. Everything has come too easy for her and she should learn that children should be seen and not heard.
So much for that. The next medal goes to James Cagney because, although he has never won an Academy Award, he is, / think, one of the — if not the — finest actors on the screen. His speech is distinctive but otherwise every characterization is "different" and thoughtfully worked out.
Myrna, my little chickadee, there're so mam/ flowers in that hothouse, you'd never miss the nasturtia if we split them between Judy Garland and Deanna Durbin. They ought to have something because one sings hot and one sings sweet and both of them have shown surprising development as actresses and both of them are as unspoiled as they were the day they got their first break.
We can shorten the ceremonies at this point by calling up seven gentlemen at once for citations : Nelson Eddy, the Ritz Brothers and the Marx Brothers each get a medal because their screen appearances are mercifully becoming fewer and farther between.
Lookit, Minnie, I was big enough to admit I went a little haywire in the first column (not that I didn't mean everything I said, mind you, but after all I have to eat) so you be big and bear with me. What say we give the tiger lilies to Ida Lupino because she fooled everyone (including me) — and I've known her since she first landed in Hollywood. We all thought she was just another pretty ingenue but she turns out to be an ACTRESS and scoffs at the idea that she has looks.
Spencer Tracy rates a medal because when you see his name over a picture you know you're going to get your money's worth and, because with all his awards and superlative notices, you have never read of his scrapping with his studio either over parts or salary.
Min, this is getting just a wee bit embarrassing, but we can't ignore Bette Davis (and don't want to, do we?). Every time I think of her I remember what some critic once wrote of Nazimova : "A tigress on the leash of Art." Not only is Bette such a marvelous actress but she is such a good sport along with it — and so colorful, my dear. Let's give her the forgetme-nots. You don't need them anyhow because no one would ever forget you* You are like Spearmint Gum — "the flavor lasts."
A medal to Dick Arlen because he left Paramount of his own volition at the height of his career, to look for bigger
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