Silver Screen (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

i Girls They Won The Bachelor/ Have Their Pi The Girls B The flowers were O. K. but the romance did not blossom. (Right) The girl knew what she wanted but she got the air. THIS story actually began the night one of the nicest kids I know swung himself into the living room of his home where four of us— including his mother and father— were playing bridge. And it made us feel not nearly so Older Generation as we thought we were when he confided a problem. "What does a girl expect when you date her?" he asked, giving the ottoman before the fire a vigorous kick. "I've been saving up two weeks for tonight. I got her a smooth corsage and took her dancing at that new place on the Shore Road. But she started to beef the minute we got in . . . Didn't like where the table was— well, I can't afford to give the head waiter a couple of bucks for a table right on the floor. She didn't like the music— and told me how much better the band was where she went last week. She didn't like . . . oh, why go on? Say, what's the matter with girls? Why don't they give us a break?" "And yet I'll bet you take that same girl out again," the lad's father said, doubling my six spade bid. "I'll take that bet— anything you say. No sir, that noise like a chicken after a worm was me scratching Isobel off my list." And, although it was no time to think of anything but how to play that little slam doubled and \ ulnerable, I began to think about this Isobel. I thought about how she was going to feel when a lot of boys started scratching her off the list and her evening dresses hung in her closet quietly going out of style while she wrote letters to good old Bee Fairfax asking why she wasn't popular any more. "There are many Isobels in the world, plenty of girls who think that their presence—no matter how grudging— is all that is required of them when a lad takes them out. And at the risk of being accused of sedition to my own sex I see the lad's side. After all, he puts up the money for the date, he makes the plans, calls for you and brings you home. It seems to me that no matter what happens you get the best of the bargain. So it's as little as you can do to make the evening a pleasant one. But, instead of being a traitor to my sex I'm a philanthropist lor I decided then and there— we went set two because of my thinking about Isobel and her kind— that I'd go straight to the source and find out from Hollywood's most fascinating young bachelors just what they expect from the girls they date— how a girl should behave to make herself popular. Robert Taylor ^\'hen all the material was gathered I discovered that opinions differed. So the best way for you girls to apply Hollywood male psychology to your own case is to know what type of boy is taking you out, find his prototype among Hollywood men and in that ^vav you'll know how to behave to get dates. Robert Taylor speaks from long experience, and some bitterness. He has dated some of the most charming girls in town— Irene Hervey, Cecelia Parker, ; Janet Gaynor, Eleanore Whitney and now, of course, Barbara Stanw)ck. I think you can look at Bob (and apparently that's what hundreds of thousands of girls throughout the country are running to the nearest pictme emporium to do) and tell he's no cheap skate. That's right. Today Robert Taylor shows a girl a grand time because he remembers those gaunt, hungry days when he and Irene Hervey did the town on about fifty cents. Now Bob can afford the Troc every night. But it really doesn't matter about the money. A boy pays a girl a nice compliment Eric Linden Owen Davis, 18