Silver Screen (Nov 1930-Oct 1931)

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There haven't been any complaints since. With much ballyhoo "Abie's Irish Rose" opened at the Rialto Theatre in New York, and Anne Nichols rushed Buddy and myself across the continent to be there at the opening. Paramount had ordered me not to bring Patsy with me, as I was supposed to be an ingenue, not a madonna, but when the time came to leave her I simply couldn't do it. So, disguised as a roll of newspapers and six magazines, she was slipped aboard the train and was just as jubilant over the prospect of going native again as her mother was. So Nancy Carroll, a bit breathless, came back to old Broadway— in a Patou model and orchids. The Winter Garden Theatre, where only a few years before I had danced nightly in the chorus for forty dollars a week, leered insolently at the Rialto marquee, where my name was in lights. I was proud of those lights, and my mother and I would stand across the street in Times Square and gaze at them rapturously for minutes at a time. I couldn't believe that it was myself. Nancy Carroll — in lights — on Broadway! I wondered why traffic didn't stop and stare, too. How could everyone be so calm when I was simply seething with emotions! I wanted to laugh, I wanted to sing, I wanted to cry. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. Brilliant, fascinating, scintillating lights! To me they meant Success — Stardom-— Happiness. In the years to come they were to mean other things to me — tears that come in the shadows of night, a heart that aches in silence, a soul that burns with shame and ridicule, and a laugh that covers wounded pride. But happiness seemed so close then, so like a beautiful rainbow, and all I'd have to do would be to stretch out eager fingers and wrap its lovely gossamers around my shoulders. But happiness is as elusive as the rainbow itself. Only the light of heart find it on the road that leads to Nowhere. I often wonder now what happened to that wide-eyed, frightened little girl, who, holding tight to her mother's hand, counted over and over again the lights in her name, and cried because they were so beautiful, and beautiful things never lasted. She was lost some place on the way to Fame, somewhere midst the money marts of Hollywood, along with youthful dreams, ideals, illusions — and romance. I changed so gradually that it was months, perhaps a year, before I realized that I had changed at all. And then one day I discovered to my horror that I had forgotten how to play! I who had romped gloriously and recklessly with the carefree abandon of a gay young gipsy, first with my brothers and sisters, and then with cheerful, irresponsible Jack — was it possible that I no longer knew how to play? With the tragic hopelessness of a woman who clings desperately to the illusions of a love that no longer exists, I tried to play again. But my laughter was too loud; my gayety too forced; my feet too tired to dance in the moonlight. I stopped to count the cost. Those two idiotic kids. Jack and Nancy, had grown up. They had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow-— but the rainbow with its promise of happiness — they never found. Perhaps it was Hollywood, with its artificial people and its exaggerations. Perhaps it was Fame. Perhaps it was Success. Perhaps it was just one of those things. But in the hard brilliant glare of the California sun the beautiful misty veil of our love seemed to drift away. Again I cried because beautiful things never lasted, and again I tried to pretend it was all a mere delusion. I still loved Jack, and he still loved me. But somehow or other, we no ■ longer needed each other, we were hopelessly involved in the petty details of living, we no longer shared things — our secret hopes and ambitions, our disappointments and heartaches, and our last dimes — we had both become successful celebrities. We who had once been wild young vagabonds with star dust in our hair had sold our souls and freedom to the great god Business. And Business and Romance, alas, simply will not mix, no matter how hard you try. But I'm getting ahead of my story. While I was in New York, Walter Wanger of the Paramount office called me and asked me to make a movietone test at one of the studios that had been equipped with sound apparatus. All the movie executives were shaking their heads over the new talking pictures which had suddenly burst forth from their hiding places and were trying to revolutionize the film industry. Pictures with sound were all right — but pictures that talked? Millions of dollars A little boy getting into the big money. Jackie "Skippy" Cooper and Louis B. Mayer, head of M-G-M, go into a heavy conference, with contracts and things. Jackie in the next two years will earn more than a gentleman named Hoover who lives in Washington