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Screen Mirror
For June
Bad, Bad Mr. Baxter!
• A ladies’ man . . . but a man’s man,
too! That’s Warner Baxter.
I walked into his exquisite home at Santa Monica beach, trembling lest the charming bad man of the movies should have me ejected . . . after all — I was just another admiring little interviewer.
He was seated at his dark desk, opening fan mail.
“Ooooo! All that mail in one day?”
I exclaimed.
“Oh, no!” he protested. “This must be the accumulation of a week.” He smiled that slaying smile of his. “But sit down, please.”
“Can I take your picture, first,” I begged.
He said I could. I did.
“Such a lovely home you have here ...” I murmured, pulling the string of the flashlight, and all but setting afire the bungalow I admired. “Do you like this one best, or do you prefer the one in Hollywood?”
“Frankly . . . still another,” he in' formed me. “I’ve got a cabin full of pelts up in the San Jacinto mountains. Great trapping up there . . . sure enjoy myself every minute I spend at the cabin.”
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Having enjoyed myself, I felt it was time to settle down to business. I had to get an interview, so I unwrapped the “Official Reporters’ Notebook,” and went to work.
“Where were you born, Mr. Baxter?” I asked, sweetly as I could thru my stammers.
Imagine my disappointment. For the sake of romance I was sure he’d tell me he had been born on a deserted rancho, and bred in a hacienda.
Fact was, he said, he was born on a cold and blustering March day ... in Columbus, Ohio! Darn!
“Was the making of ‘Arizona Kid interesting?” I asked. “Did anything interesting happen at the studios where /ou took it?”
“Studios!” he exclaimed. “Not one inch of that picture was made at the studios. We went up on the borders of Zion National City, in Utah, and re' constructed a ‘ghost’ city. It used to be Rockville, a wild little town in the palmy days.
“And is it a good picture?”
Warner Baxter grinned. Just as soon as I got another view of those magnificent teeth, and that slaying smile, I knew I had to leave. “Such Men Are Dangerous” . . . especially when they have a nice tan, and a wicked little moustache like Warner Baxter has in “Arizona Kid.”
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