Screenland (May 1943-Oct 1944)

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THAT'S A WAY TO WIN THIS WAR. poems WANTED RADiO PROGRAM Publ iaher-Member of B.M.I. GUARANTEES BROADCAST! I Established radio program seeks song-poem I lyrics. We originate music, accompaniment, ' publish and make electrically transcribed recordings. BROADCAST GUARANTEED! FREE EXAMINATION! SEND NO MONEY! Mail song-poem or lyric today. TDAUCDAIlin Music, Inc. 1650 Broadway I NAnonHLMU N#w York (19) Dept. S-l 76 He was fifteen and as wise as fifty when he helped finance an expedition into Tibet in search of minerals to be used as filters in gas masks. Naturally, to protect his investment he went along. He romped through Tibet, a pearl-handled pistol slapping against his side, and had a miserable time of it. Not a single brigand put in an appearance! At 18 he acquired a mild archaeological fever, enough to send him into Egypt as aide to Dr. Felix Fuchs, the eminent Egyptologist. He gambled on the sands for nine months before he got fed up with the monotony of the scientific life. The urge to travel still raging within him, he got home in time to accompany his father on a tour of world capitals on a roving diplomatic mission. He spent considerable time in Russia, Persia, and Austria watching the diplomatic wheels go round when he kissed the good-will tour good-bye and went off by himself to see what India was all about. It didn't live up to advance billing. He didn't encounter a single wicked rajah (the kind you see in Universal pictures every now and then) , he didn't witness a single uprising of the tribes, and he didn't manage to invade one of the forbidden temples. He did run into an attractive lady from Texas and for a while it looked as if something wonderful might come of it, as indeed it might have were it not for the fact that she was suddenly called back home to Rising Star or wherever she came from. He was precisely 21, a little jaded with life, and living in Paris with his mother when a chance encounter with a man named Dr. Ludwig Wilson changed his life. They met, the young fugitive from boredom and the eminent American lawyer in Paris, over a drink in the bar at the hotel where both were stopping. In the course of conversation our hero dropped the information that, firstly, Paris was all right but that his mother's health called for a more congenial climate, that he was temporarily on the outs with his father, and that, if the truth were known, he was just a little weary of the routine. Dr. Wilson wondered if the answer to all three problems wasn't the United States — California, to be exact. In fact, right then and there he offered to give him a letter of introduction to one of his friends living in Los Angeles. Never one to dawdle over making up his mind, the reluctant sojourner in Paris broached the proposition to his mother. She thought it was a fine idea. Three months later, almost to the day, the Beys, mother and son, arrived in California, just in time for a cloudburst ushering in the rainy season. He was wondering what to do with himself until the rains abated when he remembered the letter of introduction. He dug it up. It was addressed to Arthur Lubin, Universal Pictures. He lost no time in telephoning. Mr. Lubin was cordial. Any friend of old Ludwig's was a friend of his. They met for lunch in the Universal commissary. "For a man who has trouble ordering his meal in English," Mr. Lubin said with a twinkle, "you have no difficulty at all in making yourself understood to the flower of American womanhood, gathered here." He paused, swept ScREENLAND an interested eye over the ladies busily engaged in getting a load of the new arrival. "Sex, apparently, speaks an international language." Bey's English was not quite up to Mr. Lubin's verity and wit. "Pardon me?" he said. Mr. Lubin chuckled. "What you ought to do, if you're asking me, is to go to work on your English right away. Why not enter some dramatic school? You'll get lessons in diction, conversation, and maybe a little drama thrown in. A knowledge of drama never hurt anyone — leastwise in the pocketbook." "Pardon me?" Mr. Bey said. Well, he enrolled at the Bard Dramatic School where Alan Ladd and a hundred more picture celebrities learned their ABC's, and he took to the regimen like a high school girl to a uniform. He learned English so fast and so well that in a matter of eight months he was cast as the lead heavy in a school drama. You guessed it. The night the play opened, a talent scout offered him not merely the usual test, but a part in a Warner Bros, picture. The Bey was a little surprised and even more amused. He didn't need the money, he didn't give a hoot about acting, and he had no especial interest in Warner Bros. "I'll think it over and let you know," he said politely. The talent scout did a double-take, inquired if Bey was kidding, and departed with the information that Bey wasn't. He talked it over with Lubin that same night. Lubin thought it was rich. A whole city full of would-be movie actors and here was Warner Bros, anxious to sign up a guy who didn't give a hang about the movies. "Why don't you do the picture just for a lark?" he suggested. "You might find it fun." Mr. Lubin was prophetic. He did do the picture and he found it fun — immense fun. In fact, he felt a little sad when the picture was finished and he confided as much to friend Lubin. Lubin said nothing, but did plenty. First, he wangled a look at the picture the minute the rough cut was ready. Next, he arranged to borrow a print. Then he had it screened for a posse of Universal executives. The Universal executives as a man thought the Bey had "possibilities" and recommended an immediate contract. When Lubin broached the matter, Bey snapped it up, without even inquiring about starting salary, raises, or options. He went into pictures, remember, as a lark. It explains everything, especially how come he didn't mind the treatment he got from the Universal casting geniuses, who work on the theory that if a man does a good job as a movie villain he is a cinch to flop in any other department of movie acting. He made a successful debut for Universal in "Half Way To Shanghai" as a no-good character. From then on he was sunk. He went from picture to picture, behaving abominably and paying for his misdeeds by every imaginable form of destruction, including death by flame, until the women of the land decided that enough was enough. You know perfectly well what they did about it.