Silver Screen (Feb-Oct 1935)

72 Silver Screen for March 1935 FAT GOES -OR NO COST 36 Pounds No Diets! Feels FineS ...DETROIT LADY SAYS © Don't envy others with their slender lovely figures. Do as this Detroit lady did. She writes: "I reduced 36 lbs. with RE-DUCE-OIDS after trying many other methods. I had been overweight since 1920. 1 recommend RE-DUCE-OIDS because I found them to be harmless and not weakening in any way. They reduced me, yet I did not have to deprive myself of normal, strengthening food. Because they are in tasteless capsule form I found them easy and pleasant to take." — Miss Dorothy Lawrence, 2103 E. Grand Boulevard, Detroit, Mich. Others write of losing fat in varying amounts, as much as 80 lbs., and report feeling better while and after taking RE-DUCE-OIDS. NURSE recommends this easy way 0 Quoting a San Francisco Graduate Nurse: "In my work I have met many people who have ruined their health trying to reduce. My own experience in reducing with RE-DUCE-OIDS was so satisfactory that I recommend them to others." (Name on request.) She knows how important RE-DUCE-OIDS absolutely DO NOT contain the dangerous drug, Dinitro-phenol. Laboratory chemists test every one of its pure ingredients, ingredients which physicians prescribe. LOSE FAT -OR MONEY BACK • If you are not entirely satisfied with the wonderful results you obtain from RE-DUCE-OIDS you get your money back. You risk not one cent! START TODAY before fat gets another day's headway. Sold by Drug and Department Stores everywhere. If your dealer is out, send $2.00 for 1 package or $5.00 for 3 packages direct to us. (Currency, Money Order, or Stamps, or sent C.O.D.) In plain wrapper. FREE! valuable book Tells "HOW TO REDUCE." Not necessary to order REDUCE-OIDS to get this book. Sent free. / GOODBYE. FAT! Scientific Laboratories of America, Inc. Dept. S353 746 Sansome Street, San Francisco, Calif. Send me the FREE Book "HOW TO REDUCE." If you wish RE-DUCE-OIDS check number of packages here: Name Address City State Tea-Timing With The Horsy Mr. Howard [Continued from page 26] abhor— a big city in the dead of winter! I'm afraid I find most of New York very depressing with its Sixth Avenue, its noises and its great indoors. Frankly, I don't understand that sort of life; but I do understand horses. "Funny experience I had not so long ago with Betty." Now don't get into a dither child— do I need to tell you that Betty is a mare, a good-looking lady-horse that seems to have caught the fancy of the fastidious Mr. Howard? Well, I'm sorry to report she is! Betty, as you may have known, is a thoroughbred, and during a game of polo she slipped and broke her hip. It was a real crisis in Betty's life, for horses can't go about breaking their hips and then hope to go into their dance, or their polo. As far as Betty was concerned it was just too bad, or might have been if Leslie Howard didn't up and buy a field for her in merrie old England and now she's over there, kicking up her hoofs, and, of course, if it isn't too much to ask, Mr. Howard is hoping she will have a romance and that there will be other Betties to play polo with one of these days! But to get back to the experience. "At the time that Betty was being shipped away to pastures new, there was a big dock strike and scabs were working to load the boat and great crowds had gathered, about two thousand strong, at the pier to watch things generally. A friend of mine who is very good with horses promised to look after Betty and as soon as I had finished a picture, or something, I promised to get down. "They had tried for two hours, with this enormous gallery, to get her into the cradle —that coop-like contraption for carrying live stock from the dock to the boat, but no one could get her near the thing and it got to be pretty embarrassing. Just as soon as they worked her close she'd shy off and that was that. "Finally I came along and found the situation fairly desperate, from their point of view. I could see the horse was simply frightened and needed some intimate conversation to take her mind off her troubles. So I walked her up and down the pier a bit and spoke soothingly to her all the time, and then I'd edge her nearer and nearer the cradle, always making sure that my body obstructed her view. She calmed down and in no time— just two minutes to be exact— I had her backed into the thing, the gate was quickly clamped down and she was on her way." You've never seen the real Leslie Howard until you've watched his animated face as he talks about horses. All that casualness which marks his general attitude is entirely gone. He is interested in, well, call it life if he wishes, but in things and you understand why he wants to write, particularly to write thematic plays which tell a real story and say something. You know what he stands for and you find it admirable. Suddenly this revelation made me feel very old and wise, practically Oriental, like an offshot from the Ming dynasty, say Ming Toy, toying with her tea. I began actually to understand why he likes polo, a game that offers a great battle, for you see he's "the top" in the truest Cole Porter sense! He doesn't have to take orders from a director; I'm sure he wouldn't, because he's mastered acting. He doesn't have to struggle and strive to succeed, it's all too easy, and so he doesn't give a shuck for anything save a chukker. Natural, isn't it? It was getting late and it had been delightful. I knew I was the envy of every American girl who was sitting at a drugstore counter drinking her "one coke please," but I said I guess I'd better be running along. "I'll go with you," he answered quickly. "I've got to get back to the hotel, for I'm going to the armory tonight— it's the beginning of the indoor polo season." We walked across town again and presently we caught sight of a store displaying in its windows all sorts of games— badminton, backgammon, deck hockey and any number I couldn't name, and some he'd never seen. "Aren't they immense?" he asked with more enthusiasm than any Englishman has a right to have, "I must buy some for the hotel. Let's go in!" He turned me around and we were on our way— except for a locked door. The place had closed for the day. It didn't daunt him though. "I'll come back tomorrow," he determined. As we walked along he itemized all the things he was going to buy and send to the children. "I thought you were going to buy them for the hotel," I reminded him. "That's the way it is with everything,'* he chuckled, "one usually starts out with one idea, only to end up with another. "After I came from Europe I flew to the Coast and had to come East in a dreadful hurry, so I took a plane despite the fact that I usually become violently airsick. Against such a possibility I asked a friend, to accompany me. 'I'm such a wretched traveller,' I explained, 'will you come along, like a good fellow, just in case?' Of course he agreed, and of course he became ill, which kept me so busy attending him I didn't have time to feel wretched myself, which served admirably," he laughed. Again he looked at me, shyly, almost, but with that delightful twinkle in his eye which shows he's pleased, you understand. Yet I felt there was some subtle change in him. Perhaps it's this business of living vitally; or the fact that he is no longer to continue to do things he doesn't like. We shook hands. And I didn't add anything but "good-bye." I simply couldn't wish him "good luck," for, if anything, he has had too much of that already, and I find it has made him something of an unhappy man. Actually I hope he'll have to work and fight and stumble before he finally gets what he wants, which of course he will. I imagine he would then find it "sporting." And that's what I found him! London Is Different [Continued from page 27] suddenly went heavily dramatic, even tragic.) I grew old in that film, terribly old and cantankerous and unwanted. It was life, you see. Grim and unpleasant. And audiences don't want life. They like to leave the theatre in a happy, contented frame of mind. I wouldn't blame any woman whose own life lacks romance if Evensong.' ion, as fine she preferred your picture to And yet it was a fine product as ever England produced. Regarding Hollywood, Miss Lave was most complimentary. "Much as I hate to admit it "being a loyal British subject I must give Hollywood credit ," she said, you know, for the re