Silver Screen (Feb-Oct 1935)

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Yet," he confessed, "I believe there is always a pinnacle— one role which, no matter how many others you may play or how well, will always remain your 'best' —and when that point is reached it's time to quit. What's good enough for the Tunneys is good enough for the Raymonds!" When that time comes Gene intends to settle down some place in the South, probably in Virginny or Kentucky, where he can grow a nice platinum blond goatee and become Cunnel Raymond, suh, the despair of the Southern belles and the pappy of the Hollywood mint julep! He'll want to own his own stables, keep dogs and embark on country life in seven Virginia reels. He'll breed racers and enter blue-bloods in the horse shows and ... I don't believe a word of it! I suspect Gentleman Gene will keep right on slaying us gals in SuperColossal Productions and that Kentucky will simply have to worry along with Bert Wheeler and Bob Woolsey! "Gene," I said, just like his Aunt Agatha, "what is this I read in a duly authenticated Raymond biography about your being a 'confirmed' bachelor? When Mr. Wagnalls last confided to me his definition of the word 'confirmed' it went something like this: 'To assure by added proof; corroborate; verify; make certain.' What I want to know is, did you say positively?" A nice deep masculine laugh smoothed my goose pimples. "That's ridiculous," he said, "where did they get that stuff 'confirmed?' Of course not! I'm no woman-hater. Someday I'm going to marry but right now I'm just working hard and having a good time." So, there you see another rumor go abaft and Silver Screen brings hope to a nation —at least on the distaff side! He's very regular. Remember he said that making "Hooray for Love" was "a lot of fun?" Well this'll show you. They were taking a scene on the R-K-O ranch, out beyond Van Nuys where they have permanent sets of the streets of Paris, London and such. Well this one was supposed to be New York. In Indian summer. Of course no one was permitted to wear a coat. But out there in the valley— it was four o'clock in the morning and they'd been working all day and far into the week —it was bitter cold. All hands were shivering, to say nothing of knees, and the mirky stillness was broken only by the merry sound of chattering teeth. Well everyone was bravely managing to keep awake, to remember their lines and prevent the scene from looking like a Wrigley ad when someone shouted "Cut!" You can imagine the director, Walter Lang, was more confused than a Congressman until the cameraman explained that each time Gene talked his breath registered on the film and instead of the scene looking like Indiana summer it gave an accurate imitation of an Esquimo winter! Then all the amateur scientists started thinking up things. And it was getting later and later and colder and colder. One bright lad offered the practical suggestion that Gene drink a tall glass of ice water so that his breath would, at least temporarily, be as cold as the air! How would you like to drink ice water (undiluted) along towards five o'clock with the temperature down about there? But Gene said it sounded reasonable, so he drank the water and the scene was successfully filmed! Gene's favorite way of spending his spare time? On a horse with a mallet in his hand. But he doesn't do much of that, except between pictures. He had his experience. One day a while ago, when he was playing with Will Rogers and Will, Jr., and a lot of the polo crowd, he won a nasty cut on the mouth that called for fancy needlework under his upper lip— and kept Gene out of a picture for five days— as well as holding up production for that length of time. Since then he does his horse-croquet in his own spare time. On tour he was all but hermetically sealed. When he wasn't on the stage he was in his dressing room where he had his meals sent in and then, with the aid of a corp of ushers, property men and operators, made his way from stage doors to taxis to hotels. There were all sorts of incidents and more than one near-riot. As many as four doors in one theatre, which were ruined by over-enthusiastic mobs, had to be rebuilt. After Gene, the deluge! One morning he got up rather late and his secretary (male) called for "room service." Breakfast was ordered. Gene was travelling incognito and he felt pretty happy about not having to spend all his time away from the theatre evading autograph-seekers and souvenir-hunters. There was a knock on the door. His breakfast had arrived. The secretary opened the door and the waiter entered carrying the table and the food— and behind came the heater borne by a quintuplet of charming girls (albums in pockets), and, as you may surmise, his stay thereafter remained a secret shared only with Detroit's 1,568,662 inhabitants! Now Gene's back at R-K-O doing another picture, which will only make matters worse, and his next personal appearance tour will become but one more argument for greater national defense. What with daylight saving and time off for good behavior there are only about two hundred days left to Christmas. And, if Santa's really the guy I think he is, that oughta give him time to do his stuff. As George Givot says, "I like that!" IntsmaiionoH Ricardo Cortez gave a party. Cary Grant, Clark Gable and Ric surround the fascinating Carole Lombard.