Silver Screen (May-Oct 1939)

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And though no modern girl is so innocent as to expect to be the first woman in any man's life, she always, desperately, hopes to be the last. In giving her heart to the sophisticate she knows at the outset that she's skating on thin ice. Fairbanks certainly doesn't seem to lack woman-appeal in his private life, even if his screen roles have not been heavily romantic. His devotion to the glamorous Gertrude Lawrence is common knowledge, as is his more recent and equally genuine attendance upon the lovely Zorina and the inscrutable Dietrich. None of these women is easy to please. Each is tops in her world and can have her pick of men. And each picks Fairbanks whenever she can get him. Out Westwood way, coming up rapidly, with one leading role after another, is young Richard Greene. 20th Century-Fox is completely sold on him, and, judging by his fan mail, so is the great American public. Like Fairbanks, young Greene was born to the stage, but on coming to America he went over so nicely in his very first film, "Four Men and a Prayer," that the stage will probably not get him back for some time. Without pausing for a deep breath he has gone from "My Lucky Star" to "Submarine Patrol." From that to "Kentucky," — in which he rated even better reviews than his earlier ones, — and then to "The Little Princess" and "Stanley and Livingstone." And all in little more than one year. If this isn't a new high for speed, what is it? Can he keep it up? That's what Hollywood is wondering. My guess is that he can. Moreover, I believe this boy's popularity will grow until he's second to none. I'll tell you why. Firstly, he's a type we never tire of, and, secondly, he's the symbol of what every normal woman wants in a man. He personifies wholesomeness, sincerity, simplicity, and character, with a generous dash of sweetness and freshness. These are qualities which cannot be simulated. They've got to be part of the man. Lew Ayres has this magic combination of qualities. So has Franchot Tone. So has Gary Cooper and Henry Fonda. And so has Richard Greene, plus! Furthermore, every fan has heard of his little romance with Arleen Whelan. They've heard of how the studio, when first they sought to create interest in him, built up a synthetic romance between these two unknown young newcomers. They've read of how both youngsters lunched and dined and danced together; how neither cared a whoop about the other, at first, and then, suddenly, found that their publicity department romance had become the real thing. The fans know, too, that when young Richard's stock went higher and higher, while little Arleen seemed suddenly to have come to a stand-still, his warm sympathy and encouragement were of ineffable comfort to her. Too many young men would have seized the first flimsy excuse to drop her and be seen instead with someone more firmly established. The caste system is powerful in Hollywood, and don't let anyone tell you it isn't! Careers are made and unmade by just such trifles as being seen with the wrong people, or in the wrong places. A young player can hardly be too careful. But young Greene has a different sense of values. He thinks loyalty and sincerity are far more important than studio politics. So, when the front office tells him to "be nice to the lady" he is as nice as possible to whatever lady they pair him off with— for the moment. But it doesn't make the slightest difference in his affectionate regard for Arleen. Furthermore, his attitude has raised him sky high with the fans, who've found out about it and share his sentiments completely. Certainly a flying start like this, combined with his natural gifts, should put him definitely in line for the Great Lover title. So, mark my words, and watch him ! Now, what's ahead for all these interesting people? Will one of them become the screen's next big heart throb, or will that difficult assignment go to some as yet unknown newcomer? No one knows. No one can say. It's a fascinating question, but the answer is still in the laps of the gods. So, until then, your guess is as good as mine! Starlets Find Love A Handicap [Continued from page 17] themselves and happiness, these young women, their instincts richly ready for expression, expression not written for them in scripts but sensuously, spontaneously in their own warm blood and pulse, on their trembling, untutored lips . . . don't you suppose that they are sisters to Judy O'Grady and to you? Don't you imagine that their inner desires must often weaken the resistance of every one of them, that they must long to throw it all away, for a man's arms about them, a man's voice offering them the untheatric warmth of home and hearth and children ...?... don't you believe that they must know confused, intolerable hours in which scripts must seem sterile things, indeed; professional lovers strangely unsatisfying; their names in electric lights a poor exchange for their names muttered amorously under a riding moon . . .? I do. You ... or you . . . or I . . . might walk in the moonlight one quivering night . . . and the young man with the carrot red hair might, on just that night, in just that magic hour, become a god with flaming locks. And what do we do, you and I? We close our desks, we cover our typewriters, we say to our bosses, "we are resigning to be married" — and that is that. We do not stand between ourselves and happiness. We do not agonize with fruitless questions when the one fruitful question has been asked. We have no Alter Ego, on a high ladder, whipping our hearts with the whip of compulsion. Every one of these girls wants exactly what you want, whoever you may be, in whatever unillumined byway of life you may walk ... and sometimes they take what they want, but even then their