Screenland (Nov 1941-Apr 1942)

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bloom most the year and are her prize table flowers. "But we may decide to go in for Christmas cactus — it has gorgeous red blos?oms. you know," she said, thoughtfully. The young Dawsons are sun-worshippers and live mostly in their patio, winter or summer alike. It's enclosed by the house on two sides, and by high lattices on a third, olive trees shade it, and it's floored in brick. Here there are dart games, ping-pong tables, a barbecue fireplace as well as a charcoal-burning portable barbecue. The animals will have their Christmas here, the horses coming in for their newbridles, saddles or polished apples, the dogs enjoying their special dog-biscuits. "I . think I'll have a lot of bright packages hung on that olive tree for my animals and their friends," laughed Jean. "There's a new kind of dog soap. Can't you imagine how thrilled the visiting hounds would be with dog soap?" There may be "No Hands on the Clock" in Jean's new picture, but she is going to need more than one pair herself, if she does all she plans for Christmas, 1941 ! Hollywood Needs You! Continued from page 29 clamoring at our gates, why should this be? Let's dispose of the clamor first. From executives to grips, everyone connected with a studio gets his share of frantic appeals from would-be actors and actresses. Directors are hounded by them. They come in, they phone, they wire, they write, they get into your hair and under j-our skin. As an honest reporter, I must go on record as saying that most of these pleas reveal — a certain lack of perspective, let's call it. One woman wrote me that she was thirty-eight, the mother of three children, lived in a small town, yearned to break into the movies, and what could I do to help her? All I could do was feel sorry for her, which I'm sure was no help. If you tried to do anything else, you'd make no pictures, you'd have no time for pictures. Your days and nights, your mind and emotions and energies would be exhausted by the conscientious examination of one out of every hundred appeals that cross youi desk. That's not the director's job. And the root of our trouble lies in the fact that, under present arrangements, it's nobody's job. It ought to be, but it isn't. Why it isn't I don't know, except that this industry mushroomed so swiftly from seed to forest that much of its undergrowth remains uncleared. Instead of hiring the group of experts we need to clear it, we stumble along and bark our shins and swear. Leaving figures of speech, v,-e lack in plain English a system for the discovery of new talent. Our present hit-or-miss tactics can't be called a system. We're like kids lighting skyrockets, tossing them up, and hoping the stick won't boomerang back to conk us. Here's how it works— rather, how it fails to work — now. Tests are made for two reasons — to establish the screen possibilities of a newcomer or to find a player to fit a particular role. Dozens of new people are tested every week and never used. The feeling gets around that tests don't matter, anyone can do them, let's get it over with, who cares? Nobody cares except the person being tested. Result — a sloppy, indifferent job — potential talent disheartened and turned away. Why do they bother to test him in the first place? Now I'll ask one. Or take the case of a part for which a player is being sought Someone's seen Jimmy Stewart, found him attractive, a CUTEX f REMOVER! KXXXl i 1 m L j jBfaffljMBl Cutex on her fingers, Cutex on her toes, she 1 shall have fun wherever she goes . . . in these gay new picture-book nail shades by Cutex. Sugar Plum — a real fairy-princess color — deep, dark, exciting! Gingerbread — warm and amber-tinted — a cunning new snare for your dashing prince charming I There's fairy-tale magic, too, in the way Cutex flows on ... in its sparkling, flattering lustre! Only 10£ in the U. S. If you go in for "simpler sophistication," try the new^ Cutex charmer — Sheer Natural. Northam Warren, New York new nail shades by CUTEX For that ''Professional Look"— and Longer Wear USE 2 COATS SCREENLAND 73