Silver Screen (Nov 1935-Mar 1936)

ver Screen for March 1936 Beating About Shepherd's Bush (Continued from page 31) 68 S I L [They're unprintable! The things that happen to your system when you take I a harsh, quick-acting cathartic. Good taste forbids a detailed description _J YOU OUGHT TO KNOW ... for your health's sake . . . what happens when you introduce a harsh, drastic laxative into your system. One that works too quickly. One that upsets you . . . that rushes unassimilated food through your system . . . that rips and tears its way, leaving you weak, dragged down — internally abused. But, we cannot tell you the graphic details here because they are too graphic. This is a family magazine, not a medical textbook. This much we can say: whenever you need a laxative, be sure the one you take is correctly timed. Be sure it is mild and gentle. Ex-Lax meets these important specifications. Avoid quick-acting cathartics ! Ex-Lax takes from 6 to 8 hours to accomplish its purpose. 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From then on I settled for three monocle sandwiches— though every time I said three I felt like a pig. But I'll have you know that all the English players, the directors, everybody ate boiled mutton and boiled pudding regularly and thought me utterly mad when I sort of wished out loud occasionally for a good green salad. "However, if I disapproved of their luncheons I certainly approved of their tea. Every afternoon about four all work was called off while everyone gathered around the tea wagon and drank tea and ate buns. About three o'clock there would be sort of a restlessness on the set, and one electrician would call to another, 'I say, old boy, is the tea 'ere?' and those big hulking guys would watch the door just as if they expected Santa Claus to enter. After a week I was watching the door too and yelling to Richard Dix 'I say, we ought to 'ave hit 'ere now.' If I'm not any good in 'Exclusive Story' it's because I am being deprived of my afternoon tea." Madge was surprised by the smallness of the English studios and their utter lack of any "back lot." When they have outside scenes to do they have to go on location. The English, according to Madge, use more lights than we do in Hollywood— they use as many arcs to light a commonplace scene as we do when the picture is being taken in technicolor. This extravagant use of lights makes the sets very hot and naturally wears out the players very quickly. Madge's biggest surprise in London was the bicycle girls. It seems that fans in London— at least the female of the speciesgo in for shorts and bikes and they pedal around London looking for American movie stars. Madge says that a whole brigade of them followed her car from the studio to the Dorchester, then, hours later, when she emerged to go to the theatre the dozen or so had increased to a hundred or so and they tagged her car right up to the entrance of the theatre. Madge says she felt just about as inconspicuous as a clown in a circus parade. After the theatre several hundred more had joined up and, pedaling merrily, followed her to a night club. No matter how early she left the hotel in the morning for the studio the bicycle girls were waiting. Now, now, you sissy American fans, aren't you kinda ashamed not to have bikes and shorts like the nobby English fans! Fie upon you. In time Madge began to recognize the same faces every morning and when she would get into her car the girls would shout, "Hello, Madge." And Madge would shout "Hello," back, and it was all very chummy, and Madge, who isn't the most sentimental person in the world, suddenly began to get very tender over so much constant devotion— up until the advent of Oliver Twist. He ruined everything. One day as her car was leaving the Gaumont studio, Madge noticed a small, thin lad with a starved, whimsical face like a Dickens illustration. He looked so hungry, so pathetic and so frail that Madge had the driver stop the car while she autographed his picture and gave him a pat on the head. He was such a wistful little fellow, evidently about twelve. The following Saturday he was there waiting at the gate for her again with some crocheted buttons his grandmother had done for her. The next Saturday, more starved and pathetic looking than ever, he was waiting for her with a picture for his pal in Birmingham. "Could you give me a lift into town, please?" he asked and Madge was only too eager to oblige. Should she give him money? Should she give him a square meal at the Dorchester? She prattled on to him about America, and movies and things and then in the spirit of sweet conversation asked, "How old are you, Kenneth?" To which Kenneth, alias Oliver Twist, replied, "Eighteen." Still gurgling over Kenneth I sought out Jean Parker, who was making a test over on stage nine. Jean is the last of the Hollywood contingent to return from England —and if she has her way she will be the first to return to England. Jean is simply wrapped up in England. "I left part of myself there," she said, her big brown eyes sparkling with idealism seen so rarely in Hollywood these days. "I loved England. It was the most wonderful experience of my life. I hope I shall go back soon. Never have I seen such thrilling sunsets, the loveliest pastel shades imaginable. All that talk about London fogs is perfectly silly— why I was there for months and there was only one fog and it wasn't bad." Nope, you can't take cracks at England Acme One of the last pictures ever taken of John Gilbert, after attending a performance at a Los Angeles theatre with Marlene Dietrich. His outstanding film, "The Big Parade," still holds the all-time popularity record. A fine actor.