Silver Screen (Jun-Oct 1940)

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Voices were muted, and one could hear the sale of drinks fall off wuh a bang, while Hollywood's fanciest sat and gazed. Garbo finished her steak sandwich, or whatever it was, drew on her gloves, and walked deliberately to her car. It was some time before the evening waxed again. And even then, one could feel the effect of her presence. Nobody, out of the thousands who saw Charlie Chaplin cavorting in "Fred Karno's Mumming Birds" on the stages of London's music halls, would have dared to prophesy that he was destined to become Hollywood's most outstanding figure. Hollywood, slap-happily, bandies around the word "genius" most generously. If we have a genius — one only — I think that Chaplin would walk away with the votes of most of the stars. In the days when he rarely appeared in public, he would stop the show. He looked morose and haunted, and would slink in and out of restaurants and infrequent parties, alone and miserable. People didn't dare approach him and try to break down that melancholy reserve, even in the gayest of gatherings. A hush would fall, and there were curious whisperings in corners. Today, he is more genial, friendlier, and almost a lively conversationalist. But he is still a star to the stars. He makes a picture when he feels like it, and after shooting has begun, he works when he feels like it. I wonder if it is his complete independence that makes him the star to stars. I don't know. Figure it out for yourself. Bette Davis has become almost a cult amongst the stars. They are apt to murmer their awed admiration of what she is working upon, almost before she starts shooting. {They won't be wrong, either, although they've made a wide guess.) Discussing her with a fellow scrivener the other day, I ventured the opinion that Bette was just about the greatest actress on the screen today. He snorted. "Why shouldn't she be?" he demanded, belligerently. "She gets the best in stories and production. She can take her pick, and it's all made easy for her." Which, to me, is sheer balderdash. Many stars have had the same opportunities and have muffed them lamentably. It has been fun watching Elsa Maxwell in Hollywood. She was here before, and startled the colony a bit. But this time, one gathers, La Maxwell is being taken seriously. The social lights of Hollywood view her, perhaps, with a grudging and puzzled admiration. But their real feel ing is one of distinct apprehension. Elsa is so sure of herself, and so frank in her appraisals of people, parties, customs and manners. She makes up her mind and speaks her piece. And is listened to with amused though frightening interest. The woman can put a Hollywood hostess on a pedestal with a nod, or she can make the brightest star look like a silly freak, with a grimace. Elsa is certainly a Celebrity to Hollywood, and she frightens Hollywood stiff. She is no fashion plate, herself, but you can see every woman in the room begin to wonder uneasily whether her slip shows, or her stockings are twisted when the ebullient Elsa bumbles in. Stars and contract players are asked to answer a questionnaire, for publicity purposes. Among the questions is, Who is your favorite actor? I have read many of them, and while I have not made an exact tabulation, it is my opinion that the name of Spencer Tracy occurs most frequently. Tracy has won two Academy awards, and no two awards ever met with such unanimous enthusiasm among his fellow stars. He'll probably win several more before he hangs up his makeup. {Only he doesn't use makeup.) Tracy is a star to stars in much the same way that Bette Davis is. First, he is a magnificent trouper, and second, he is a good fellow. Then there is Dolores Del Rio, who has made but few pictures in recent years. I think, in Dolores' case, it is sheer beauty which makes her exciting to the stars. She always seems to be dressed as no woman ever had the good fortune to be dressed before. When she moves, it is poetry. Her sun tan isn't just plain brown, it glows, or something. I did ask her once, how she contrived to be always so perfect, and maybe some of you girls would like to know what she said. "I never go out unless I really want to go. If I feel the least bit tired, the least bit under the weather, I simply stay at home, and enjoy feeling tired." I'm willing to bet she looks beautiful enjoying feeling tired! Do you remember Billie Dove? She is still a star to stars. She is more breathtakingly beautiful than ever before. The screen never did full justice to her beauty. At a local ice skating rink the other night, where there were numbers of well known Hollywood figures, I saw Billie come on to the ice. She has been off the screen for some years now, but you would never have thought it. Murmurs arose. "There's Billie Dove!" It passed from lip to lip, and every eye was turned on her. I have never seen her look lovelier than she does today. Maybe, it's because she is Mrs. Bob Kenaston, and supremely happy. In the September issue A story about Madeleine Carroll which reveals her true self! DON'T MISS IT!