Silver Screen (May-Oct 1937)

R-K-O T OVERLOOKED something on my prof duction schedule. There are three big pictures going here. One of them is "Outcasts of Poker Flat" starring Preston Foster and another is "Satisfaction Guaranteed" starring Anne Shirley. But they're both on location so I'll tell you about them next month. "Toast of New York" and "The Woman I Love" I've already told you about. But it suddenly occurs to me I have never told you about "Shall We Dance? '— the new Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers opus. The scene is one of the most beautiful roof gardens ever cooked up by a scenic artist. There is a hedge running all around the edge and at one end are a couple of gigantic crystal candelabra. Ginger is a revue star and Fred is a famous ballet artist who has assumed the name of Petrov for stage purposes. Edward Everett Horton is Fred's manager and Jerome Cowan is Ginger's. William Brisbane is her fiancee and Eric Blore is the hotel manager. Ginger is disgusted with things in general and with Fred in particular. She decides to leave the stage. Her manager, hoping to shake her determination, arranges a farewell dinner for her at this roof garden and privately tells Fred to be there. So Fred is there with Mr. Horton—and they are at the table next to Ginger's. During the evening the orchestra leader introduces Ginger and she sings "They All Laughed."' And that is what she's doing now with Fred and Eddie staring at her, expressions of mingled and varying emotions playing across their faces. Ginger looks lovely in a printed silk evening gown with a voluminous white fox cape around her shoulders. But an AstaireRogers set is never one for levity— not for me, anyhow. So, there being nothing else to see at this studio I betake myself to Paramount VY/OULD you believe me, deer peepul, if * Y [ told you there is absolutely nothing for me to tell you about here? There are gobs of pictures shooting but I've already reported every one of them— "Souls At Sea," "High, Wide and Handsome," "Waikiki Wedding," "Years Are So Long" and "Internes Can't Take Money." The only one I haven't covered is "I Met Him in Paris," starring Claudette Colbert, and, unless all signs fail, you're going to read a whole story about that one elsewhere in this same issue. Voila! We change our course and proceed to Warner Brothers "TALENT SCOUT," with Jeanne Mad * den, and "Public Wedding," with Jane Wyman, are on location. "The Singing Marine," starring Dick Powell, is going full blast but Dick isn't working. No. Allen Jenkins, Lee Dixon, Doris Weston (a newcomer who looks double O G good) are sitting at a table. Jane Darwell comes into the restaurant, angrily shakes off the hands of the head waiter when he attempts to relieve her of her wraps and furiously tells him not to call her "Madam." (That's one thing about Warner Brothers' pictures. If a gag is funny once it'll be funny in every one of their pictures they can possibly get it into.) Then she looks around the room, spots Jenkins, trims her sails and heads for him. She sneaks up behind him and gives him a resounding whack on the back. "Ma Marine!" Allen ejaculates looking around and seeing who it is. "How are ya?" "How do I look?" Jane wants to know. "Can I barge in?" "Where there're marines, that's where you belong," Allen tells her. "Folks," to the other two, "I want you to meet the mother of the Fourth Marines. This is Corporal Slim Dixon and Miss Peggy Randall." YOU'RE a pretty girl, Mary, and you're smart about most things. But you're just a bit stupid about yourself. You love a good time — but you seldom have one. Evening after evening you sit at home alone. You've met several grand men who seemed interested at first. They took you out once — and that was that. WAKE UP, MARY! • • • There are so many pretty Marys in the world who never seem to sense the real reason for their aloneness. In this smart modern age, it's against the code for a girl (or a man, either) to carry the repellent odor of underarm perspiration on clothing and person. It's a fault which never fails to carry its own punishment — unpopularity. And justly. For it is a fault which can be overcome in just half a minute — with Mum! No bother to use Mum. Just smooth a bit of Mum under each arm — and slip into your dress without a minute lost. No waiting for it to dry; no rinsing off. Use it any time; harmless to clothing. If you forget to use Mum before you dress, just use it afterwards. Mum is the only deodorant which holds the Textile Approval Seal of the American Institute of Laundering as being harmless to fabrics. Soothing and cooling to skin. You'll love this about Mum — you can shave your underarms and use it at once. Even the most delicate skin won't mind! Effective all day long. Mum never lets you down. Its protection lasts, no matter how strenuous your day or evening. Does not prevent natural perspiration. Mum just prevents the objectionable part of perspiration — the unpleasant odor — and not the natural perspiration itself. Don't let neglect cheat you of good times which you were meant to have. The daily Mum habit will keep you safe! Bristol-Myers Co., 630 Fifth Ave., N. Y. USE MUM ON SANITARY NAPKINS Know what complete freedom from doubt and fear of this cause of unpleasantness can really mean. MUM TAKES THE ODOR OUT OF PERSPIRATION Silver Screen 21