Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

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THEY EARN WH I LE THEY YEARN By RACHEL RUBIN While they're laboring under the Kleigs they're longing for leisure — here's what some of the stars would do with a day to spend as they wish It was easy for Charlie Farrell to decide ■what he'd do with a day to himself. Charlie is happiest when he's at the wheel of his new yawl. Flying Cloud, and he'd like nothing better than a chance to battle the briny deep. When Clara Bow gets her twenty-four hours she's going to pack them on the train and dash to New York. Just now she's considering Brooklyn Bridge, which joins Broadway and the old home town. FAME is grand, and Rolls-Royces are not exactly white elephants, but it's terrible not to have time to do the things one wants most to do. Especially when they are simple things. It seems that even those creatures beloved of the gods, stars in the talkie firmament, blessed as they are with fame and wealth and faces which are the envy of the populace, are not altogether content with their lot. We decided to make sure. But because it sounds a bit asinine to ask anyone such a blanket question as "Are you happy we put it more specifically, thus: "If you had twenty-four hours in which you might do anything you pleased, what would you do?" The surprising thing was that they all — with one or two exceptions — expressed a desire for simple things. YOU'D expect it of Gary Cooper, of course — nice, big raw-boned Gary, who ran true to form and said he'd like to put on some old clothes and a wide-brimmed hat, ride horseback for hours and hours, then cook some food over an 46