Silver Screen (May-Oct 1937)

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you got hit on the head with Sable COat ! -/£w ccmi£/ uwt ^ee£ ? Twenty Dollar a week stenos don't keep sable coats. Jean Arthur who said he ran the most exclusive hotel in New York had appeared and handed me the imperial royal suite to live in. Another man had given me a brand new town car to ride around in. A jeweler had sent me oodles and oodles of diamonds to try on. All of a sudden, it seemed as if New York had suddenly picked on me to hand all its most precious luxuries to . . . me, Mary Smith . . . I MAKE A MILLION... But, as if all this wasn't enough to make me keep pinching myself, a very serious minded gentleman in a derby bows in front of me and asks me if it's all right for him to invest a few hundred thousand dollars for me. And before I can even think of a sensible answer like "No," he's invested or done something with his dream money. For he comes back to tell me I've just made a million dollars. Me, MarySmith,livingin the ritziest hotel in town, wearing sable and silk and having chauffeurs and butlers and valets and florists and masseuses bow to me as if I were a queen... and now I'm told I'm worth a million dollars. I MEET MY DREAM PRINCE... And yet the most wonderful thing of all I haven't even mentioned. My dream prince. Suddenly there he was, grinning at me, and wearing not any fancy prince charming clothes, just an ordinary gray suit. But he had a smile like all the best story book lads and he told me he loved me, me, Mary Smith . . . But Mary' s told you enough. Did she have to go back to pounding the old typewriter, punching the old time clock? Or did her series of amazing lucky breaks end happily for Mary? You 11 find the answer in Paramount 's "Easy Living," the grandest picture of the summer, starring Jean Arthur in herswellestrole as little Mary Smith, Edward Arnold as Old Mr. Ball, and dashing Ray Milland as her dream prince. Ray Milfand He had a smile like the story book lads. Adolph Zukor presents JEAN ARTHUR • EDWARD ARNOLD EASY LIVING RAY MILLAND • LUIS ALBERNI • MARY NASH A Paramount Picture • Directed by Mitchell Leisen Silver Screen 7