Silver Screen (May-Oct 1939)

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[Continued from page 57] "That money is Jeff's aunt?*' Groucho continues, his eyes alight. "Forward all my mail to Newport and don't say a word till you hear from me." Maybe it isn't funny the way I write it. I'm like Gregory Ratoff: Don't read it like I write it. Read it like I mean it! "Dick!" I hear a screech and looking around I find one of my favorite people — Florence Rice. She's all done up in white satin with a white satin plug hat. She's a trick rider and she's supposed to ride a white stallion. "Do you really ride?" I question her. "Quiet," she orders, because Florence is deathly afraid of horses. Then a photographer comes up. "Come on, Florence," he pleads. "I wanna get a still picture of you with some visitors." "You wait," Florence says. "Dick only comes out once a year and I'm going to make the most of this visit." With that she puts her arm around me. "You're getting fat," she announces and my day is ruined. But I try to save my face by squirming away and changing the subject. "You fool," she laughs, withdrawing her arm cautiously. The last picture on this lot is the longawaited "Babes in Arms" starring Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland. It's all about an old-time vaudeville team — Charles Winninger and Grace Hayes — whose son and daughter {Mickey and Betty Jaynes) were born in the theatre. They are headliners and are sitting on top of the world. But fifteen years pass and vaudeville has died. Seaport, once the gay, happy summer capital of successful vaudeville artists, has become a city of doubt and despair. Unwilling to believe they are through, Charlie gathers the old-timers for an all-headline troupe. Mickey thinks it's a swell idea until he learns that none of the children of the performers are going along. "Why not?" he demands defiantly. "Well, son, because — it's — it's just the acts that go. No excess baggage," Winninger explains weakly. "You call talent excess baggage?" 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We're your kids — chips off the old blocks — most of us born in theatres — grease paint in our veins — and you don't want us to go on the stage. No!" he continues, putting on false airs, "you want us to be doctors or lawyers or a broker in Wall Street — and your girls to marry rich guys." "I suppose that's bad — bein' a broker," Winninger argues. "Clark Gable ain't on relief," Mickey shoots back. "But our acts are all routined — standard," Charlie protests. "I'll say they are!" Mickey yelps. "Why, most of your gags are so standard when you forget them the audience can prompt you." It ends by Mickey putting on his own show. Confidentially, I'll tell you that next to Cagney and Spencer Tracy, Mickey comes pretty close to being my favorite actor. And if he's inclined to be a trifle cocky and mug a little — well, what the heck. He's young. And Miss Hayes, who plays his mother, should have been in pictures long ago. When the studios overlooked her she opened up her own night club out here and she and her talented son, Lind Hayes, put on a swell show every night. It's called The Grace Hayes Lodge and if any of you ever get to Hollywood, instead of looking me up and asking me to take you through the studios, just go out to Miss Hayes' place and you'll see most of the stars there. From M-G-M I travel on to — 2 0th Century-Fox rpHERE are sure a flock of pictures going out here. The biggest is "Hollywood Cavalcade" starring Alice Faye and Don Ameche. It is a melange of all the happenings in the old silent pictures that made Hollywood the most glamorous city in the world, and it gives you Hollywood and motion pictures as they really were and — alas— will never be again. It's a good story but a long, involved one. 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