Silver Screen (Feb-Oct 1935)

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Silver Screen for August 1935 59 to step before the camera, and before the picture had ended he could speak the tongue almost as well as a native. Upon the completion of the Gaumont-British feature, which exhibitors on the Isle selected as the best picture of the year, he sailed for the United States, signed to a Columbia contract. With his wife, Cecilie Lvovsky, the European actress, he lives quietly in a bungalow beside the sea, and spends most of his time reading, writing and swimming. He is an ardent wrestling fan and never misses a Wednesday night bout. You have a treat in store, in the American screen appearance of Peter Lorre. Regardless of the outcome of his new picture, he doubtless will be the sensation of the season. His interpretation of the insane surgeon with a mania for grafting human hands will be a portrait never to be forgotten. "No, No, A Thousand Times No!" [Continued from page 13] around in an enormous high-powered car with the top down, and if you think I'm going to get a new finger wave every day for any man you've got another think coming to you. I might overlook Virginia Cherrill, but hell, I won't overlook stringy locks. For awhile I played with the idea of marrying George Brent. George is another one of those men who'd be quite correct and formal with his old proposal, I imagine, and I might accept him temporarily because of the Irish in him. But, after all, George was married to Ruth Chatterton quite some time, and one never fully recovers from the Chatterton influence, and just imagine being married to the Chatterton influence. I really couldn't face it. A little art and culture goes a long way with me and I'm quite sure I wouldn't want James Joyce and Pierre Louys spouted at me when I want simple things about a moon and June. Then, too, there's the Garbo influence. (Oh, Mr. Brent is just a man of influences it seems.) Everytime I felt sort of coy and sentimental and wanted to be the "only woman" I just know George would clear his throat and say, "When Garbo and I week-ended at Palm Springs . . ." or "When Garbo dropped in to prepare dinner for me at Tolucca Lake" . .. . or "When Garbo used to make apfel kitchen for me . . ." and, dear friends, right then and there I would enter into the spirit of things and growl, "I tank I go home to mudder." If Jack Oakie ever grabbed me around the waist in a merry whirl and shouted, "Toots, let's get hitched" I'd be all for it, that is for the nonce. But I bruise easily, and Jack is a rough boy. Besides, no one has ever been able to get a sweat shirt off of Jack Oakie but Peggy Hopkins Joyce, and Peggy and I have nothing in common but a love for orchids. And Jack would be the breezy sort of husband who told the same joke over and over again, and the third time I hear a joke I always pick up the nearest dish. Fred MacMurray is a nice old-fashioned boy who likes to sit home of an evening in comfortable bedroom slippers and listen to the radio. He's very much in real life like he was in "The Gilded Lily" and he'll make some girl a swell husband, but he's not for the likes of me. And Franchot Tone— one week of Franchot and I'd probably dynamite the entire little theatre movement. Yes, the more I think of it, the more I -believe that girls shouldn't be too rash about accepting proposals. She didn't say Yes and she didn't say No, she just said, "Aw, nuts." ADMIRE YOUR HAIR "CLOSE-UP"? Don't let OILINESS, or wispy DRYNESS cool his ardor. Cultivate the beauty of your hair with the correct shampoo for its special type OILY HAIR wants this shampoo Packer's Pine Tar Shampoo is made especially for oily hair. It is gently astringent . . . tends to tighten up flabby oil glands and regulate the flow of oil to your hair. Such a nice, quick shampoo, too! Such snowy lather ... so gentle . . . so easy to rinse! It is very simple to wash your hair with Packer's Pine Tar Shampoo often enough to keep it shining, soft and fluffy. PACKER'S PINE TAR for OILY hair DRY HAIR should have this Packer's Olive Oil Shampoo is a corrective beauty treatment for dry hair. It is made especially for this purpose. In addition to olive oil, it contains soothing, softening glycerine. Dry, flyaway hair responds gratefully . . . gains gloss and silkiness. Packer's Shampoos are absolutely safe. They are made by the makers of Packer's Tar Soap— specialists in hair care for over 60 years. SHAMPOOS OLIVE OIL for DRY hair