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Something different! The secretary of director Wesley Ruggles writes her impressions of Henry Fonda
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A SECRETARY LOOKS at a STAR
By Romayne
WHEN I was young and tender and just starting to work in a moving picture studio, I had a hero. He was tall, dark and handsome and gentle and mild of manner. And he had the sweetest smile ! I used to imagine him riding on that white horse even when the sun was shining brightest. I went to see each one of his pictures and he seemed to get closer to my doorstep. And at last I saw my hero. In the flesh. In a hospital. He emerged from the room, completely enveloped in vases, from which, fortunately, the flowers had been removed. Beside him, half his size, walked his uniformed chauffeur. His hands and arms were empty. The elevator appeared and my hero wrestled with the vases and opened the door. The chauffeur walked in — then my hero — then me. I said to me: "I'll NEVER be so close to my hero again" — and I smiled nervously. He didn't return my smile. On the next floor we picked up a doctors' convention and I was practically thrown under the arms of my hero. At each stop the vases came nearer my head and my hero farther from my dreams. By the
Large picture shows the secretary making mental notes on star Fonda as director Ruggles rehearses "Hank" and Babs Stanwyck for a scene in "You Belong to Me." Above, stars in closeup. Right, on set.
time we hit bottom I didn't have any more hero. I neve: went to see any of his pictures after that. In the year that followed he became top-notch box office and tin papers and magazines were filled with him. But I didn' see my hero. Not until the day he walked into my office
He said with meekness: "Is it all right if I see Mil Ruggles?" He had on makeup because he was workim. and he was rushing this visiting period in when he shoult have been having his lunch. I brought a pack of cigarette, into my boss' office and lent an ear to the conversation H. F. was just finishing up on one picture and was ti start ours the following Monday. He said he was realh tired, but that he would forgo the few days' rest the] had promised him, according to contract, because It didn't want us to be delayed. So, I gathered that i< wasn't too technical nor was he temperamental.
On the next trip, when I brought a thermos of io water for them both, my boss was saying : "That's swell Hank, we'll work half a day without you — that'll giv< you a few hours off, anyway." (Please turn to page 70)
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