Silver Screen (May-Oct 1937)

"Howdy," says Jane briefly, seating herself. "Ma Marine means more to the guys in Shanghai than soup does to nuts," Allen explains as he re-seats himself. "She runs the Anchorage there just for us gyrenes." "You bein' transferred back to Shanghai, Mike?" Jane inquires of him. He nods. "Trouble comin' up there?" He shrugs. "Why aren't you on a transport?" "I'm actin' as keeper to a thing called 'The Singing Marine,' " he informs her disgustedly. "Heard him on the radio," Jane tells them. "What's he like?" "Take a look," Jenkins invites her and yells, "Hey! Slug!" I take it Slug is Dick but as he's on another stage rehearsing it's a cinch he isn't coming over to the table now. He'll probably arrive tomorrow— or the next day. Allen is in one of his grumpy moods where he doesn't want to talk and Dixon is all wrapped up in Miss Weston. I don't blame him. She has on a dress of that come-hither red color with horizontal white stripes. But the room is very elegant. Instead of the customary plush drapes and gilt and crystal it has some very soft green velvet curtains and everything else about it is very quiet and in impeccable taste. You can't get laughs out of drapes, however, so I proceed to the next set where "Kid Galahad" is in work, starring Bette Davis and Edward G. (say! Did any of you ever wonder what that "G" is for? I heard —but I only heard, mind you— his middle name is Geronimo) Robinson. Humphrey Bogart is in this, too. "Hey!" Bogart greets me when we're introduced. "You wrote that you'd met me a number of times and I never remember you. I'm sorry. I'm very bad about that and it worries me. It wasn't intentional. I go 'round in a daze and look right square at people without seeing them." Then we sit down and gab for about an hour and have a lot of laughs telling stories about people we knew on the stage in the old days when he was a tadpole and I was a fish. "The Singing And all at once the Marine" (Dick ubiquitous Mushy CalPowell) is not lahan bounces up. in this scene, "Hey, Dick!" he says, but Lee Dixon, " 'ja know Bob Nestell Doris Weston, is boxing in this picAllen Jenkins ture? Have you met him and Jane Dar yet? Come on over. I well carry on. want you to meet him." We go over to young Mr. Nestell, who everyone thinks is going to be the boy who will presently flatten Joe Lewis. "Take care of Bob," Mushy admonishes me, "and don't forget me at the same time. I haven't seen my name in your column in quite some months." Bob is very shy and you practically have to blast to get a word out of him. He's enough like Wally Hally (who is under H ow wou axative Id your 1 rate with the doctor? 22 Your doctor is your friend. He wants to help you guard your health. And he is just as careful about little matters affecting your welfare as he is about the more important ones. The choice of a laxative, for instance, may not worry you. But it's a definite consideration with the doctor. Before he will give a laxative his approval, he insists that it meet his own strict specifications. The doctor says that a laxative should be: Dependable . . . Mild . . . Thorough . . . Time-tested. The doctor says that a laxative should not : Over-act . . . Form a habit . . . Cause stomach pains . . . Nauseate, or upset the digestion. And Ex-Lax checks on every point! No wonder so many doctors use ExLax themselves. No wonder it's a favorite with millions of mothers. No Silver Screen wonder it's the most widely used laxative in the whole world. Next time you are constipated, try Ex-Lax. You'll discover that Ex-Lax is gentle, is thorough. You'll find that no discomfort attends its use. On the contrary, such a complete, gentle cleansing will leave you with renewed freshness— a sense of Avell-being. ExLax tastes just like delicious chocolate. Children actually en joy taking it. And it's just as good for them as it is for the grown-ups. Available at all drug stores in economical 10c and 25c sizes. FREE— If you prefer to try Ex-Lax at our expense, write for free sample to Ex-Lax, Dept. S57, P. 0.. Box 170, Times-Plaza Station, Brooklyn, N. V. When Nature forgets— remember EXLAX THE ORIGINAL CHOCOLATED LAXATIVE