Screenland (May 1943-Oct 1944)

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The fur sarong was just incidental to tracing garb men wore through the dark ages to enlightened times when some of them were wearing the brand this commercial picture was advertising. "For this work," reports Ray, "I received seventy pounds. When I paid my debts I had just enough to take me to New York but no farther. Just about the time I was ready to sail I got another part in a picture which paid me one hundred pounds. As soon as I finished that part I bought a ticket to the United States. In the middle of the Atlantic I received a message informing me that there was another part awaiting me back in England. I replied I would return if the producer would defray my traveling expenses. I was told to take the next ship back. So, when I arrived in New York one afternoon in 1934 at four o'clock, I had exactly one hour to leave the ship, walk down to another pier and board another ship which was leaving for England at five o'clock." The pushing-around Milland took in Hollywood before he got into the groove of big hotel suites and mass attention is too well known to call for any embroidery here. Until that happened, however, he was just another good looking guy. Coming to town this last time, Milland left in Hollywood completed and ready to be shown, when Paramount decides to release them this winter, two of his most important works, "The Uninvited" and "Lady in the Dark." He is particularly enthusiastic about "Lady" which he thinks may win the Academy award and in which he makes his debut as a singer. Passing judgment on his own warbling, he invariably says softly, "Oh, brother! Does that stink!" The one really sour note while Ray was in New York was sounded not by himself but by an elderly newspaperman who has long figured that the Veronica Lakes, Paulette Goddards, et al, must have their male counterparts. This writer picked on Milland as an excellent subject for such analysis and comparison. Ray, who is fairly articulate under most circumstances, actually sputtered when the reporter asked him bluntly, "Say, what do you fellows do to be so glamorous?" Bouncing from his chair as though it had suddenly become charged with electricity, he snapped, "What ! What ! ! I wouldn't know what the h — — you are talking about." Private Life Of A Softy Continued from page 35 formed into a playroom. Bill was showing me the bar. "To show you how loyal I am to Paramount," he said, "the top of this bar came from the studio. I couldn't find a bar top anywhere, so I went to the prop department and bought one." Then he showed me another of his prize possessions— four colorful beer mugs. "Alan and Sue Ladd gave us those," he said. We went out into the backyard, where Bill took me to see his Victory garden. "It's not big, but the stuff is growing," Bill said. There were beets, cabbage, radishes, green beans, celery,_ and tomatoes. When we went back inside, Tess began to tell me about Bill's cooking. "He can fix up a very good dinner any time. His roasts are something — but he really shines with his biscuits." Bill beamed and added, "Sure I like to fuss about in the kitchen, and I am a good cook. But don't talk to me about doing the dishes and the dirty work. When that time rolls around, I just disappear. Why, I used to fight against doing dishes when I was a kid, but even then I was cooking for my mother and father. You see, they worked, so I helped out. That's how I learned." "I'll usually find him out watering his garden," Tess said, "when dish-washing time rolls around. But you should see him when he takes care of that garden. He puts the hose down, turns on the water, lets it run, and then stands, looking very preoccupied, and watches. If he's not in his garden, you'll find him over at Alan's. Whenever Alan gets home, all he has to do is to crook his finger from across the street, and Bill is gone." Bill was sitting in a big wing-back chair during the conversation. Near him on a table was a frilly lamp. "Some lamp, don't you think?" he asked, pride oozing from him. "I picked it out." "You should have seen him shopping for it," Tess added. "He wanted a lamp with a lot of ruffles on it — and he got it." This, then, is one picture of a tough mug. Bill Bendix the killer! Bill Bendix the concocter of terrific biscuits and the guy who likes ruffles on lamps. Bill Bendix the softy I "I like this house," Bill continued, "because it's a place where you can be yourself. I don't go for these places that are all fussed up with what they call antiques or French period pieces. I want a place that looks as though it had been lived in." Then he became serious. "This house means a lot to Tess and me — and to Lorraine, our daughter. We've had a long, tough row to get it. And it's been born out of a lot of talks we've had and a lot of plans we hopefully made for years. We've been married over fifteen years and it's our first home. You can't help being proud of a place when you've worked so hard and so long to get it. It seems like a mansion to me compared to the three-room apartments we had in New York." We got to talking about the sofa that faces the imposing fireplace in the living room. It wasn't covered with silk or satin or anything like that. It reminded you of a couch you might have in your own home and yet not even call it your "very special furniture." But this couch occasioned the one big argument Tess and Bill had. "When Bill saw that sofa," Tess said, "he about had a fit. He looked at it from all angles, saying continually, You've been cheated ! It won't even hold together. Look !' Then he'd get behind and push. 'See how it gives !' he exclaimed. 'This is going to fall to pieces. Now, you get the men from the store down here and make them take it back.' Once in a while, Bill has to get something off his chest, so I just let him talk — even though I thought he was wrong and said so. He seldom loses his temper, but he did that day. Well, I got the men from the store. I was telling them how dissatisfied Bill was with the sofa. They told me that it had to have a certain 'give' to it in the back — that it was built that way. I was getting very insistent, though, and was ready to have them take it back. Just then Bill came in. He went over to the men and said, 'Sit down, sit down. Why haven't you offered them some refreshments, Tess?' He then listened to them as they explained why the sofa was built as it was. Without batting an eye, mind you, he turned to me and said, 'You see, Tess, I 82 SCREENLAND