Screenland (Nov 1942-Apr 1943)

THE THE story of George and me must necessarily begin from the very beginning. As children we had to share everything. If I had a pony, George had to have one. If I had a boat, he had to have a boat. Our parents played no favorites and they brought us up the best way they knew. In spite of their teachings of discipline, honesty, and loyalty, there were probably never two more fiendish brats than George and myself. When we weren't actually in trouble, we were always thinking up ways to get into trouble — or to cause others to get into difficulty. Such was our way of having fun. George and I hardly ever fought between ourselves. We got along royally since we both had the same disinterest in anything constructive or respectable. Besides, since we were' continually trying to get other young chaps in trouble, we never had time to get into much of a row ourselves. When our parents decided that we should be educated, they probably made the gravest mistake of their lives. Certainly no money was ever so wasted as the money spent on our education. We had never planned to do any serious work in school. And we never did. Which probably explains why our educational enlightenment was little more than a series of escapades which delighted us but distinctly annoyed those people who were told to turn us into brilliant examples of English youth. Our parents sent us to a rather famous school in England. The institution thrived on the idea that discipline isn't as necessary as honor. You know, put the student on his honor and he will do no wrong. That was probably a pleasant idea for most children, but not for George and me. We simply felt that no boy of our ages — he was thirteen and I was fourteen — had any ideas of honor, and we didn't bother trying to cultivate any such ideas. We began our career at the school by deciding that time spent in the physical training classes was time wasted. George was the first to decide to cut classes for the whole term. He was forever trying to do things and he was forever being caught, while I got into more trouble than he could think of and was never caught. That certain term proved a disillusionment to me. George didn't attend a single physical training class and for some reason or another he was never found out. So I said to myself, "Well, if he got away with cutting classes, then I'm a cinch. They'll never get on to me." The procedure was simple (Please turn to page 65) EDITOR'S NOTE: ( Over RKO way, they were making a picture called "The Falcon's Brother." In it, George Sanders does a fade-out as the Falcon and hands over the role to Tom Conway, who is supposed to be his brother. The funny part of it all is — Tom is George's brother in real life. You may have seen Tom in such pictures as "The Bad Man," "People Vs. Kildare," "Trial of Mary Dugan," "Lady Be Good," "Rio Rita," and others. He's a distinguished looking person with plenty of charm. Yet, to most people, he is as unlike George as possible. Where George seems cold and indifferent, Tom is friendly and gay. Where George seems perpetuallly blase, disinterested, Tom is enthusiastic, vital. So what about these two brothers? What are they like — really? What kind of lives have they led? This is Tom's story — and his own answers to these questions.) Tom Conway takes over brother George Sanders' role in "The Falcon's Brother" in RKO's series. Above, the brothers lunch leading lady Jane Randolph. Remarkable picture above reverses usual impression of the brothers. Both happy-go-lucky, George generally hides it, while Tom is vital, enthusiastic. 53 /