Judge — May 1937 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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"Did you call me, dear?” THE DARLINGS © AND now, dear Miss Dalrymple, just tell me all about yourself, while I sit back and listen. I always do that when I'm interviewing movie stars because it makes things so informal, don’t you think? Oh, just anything— what you eat for breakfast, your hobbies —just anything and everything about yourself. You do? Only orange juice, tea and toast? Well, perhaps you're wise. But I always say that a good hearty breakfast is the best way to begin the day. You know Eileen DePeyster agrees with me about that. Only yesterday she was telling me that unless she has a he-man’s breakfast she is simply useless for the rest of the day. And by the way didn’t you think she was simply divine in “Her Husband's Secretary?” Such a brilliant actress. And what a flair for clothes. They were simply breathtaking in her last. film. Especially that stunning eve- ning wrap she wore in the night club scene. But of course I always have said that Eileen is the best dressed woman on the screen—such exquisite taste. You know, of course, that her next picture is going to be entirely in color. Don't you think that will be marvelous? Eileen’s ideal for color photography. She has such a lovely complexion and what beautiful blonde hair! Blonde hair always is so much lovelier than dark on the screen, isn’t it? And especially in color. Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry. I forgot! Your hair is JET black, isn’t it? Well, they'll improve color after a while so that black won't look so flat. What? You must be going? 18 Oh, my dear! And just when I was beginning to know you. Well, if you must, you must. After all you movie stars do lead a pretty hectic life, don’t you? Well, good-bye, dear Miss Dalrymple, it’s been simply grand learning all about you, and don’t forget to see “Her Hus- band’s Secretary.” You ought to do a picture like that sometime.” “ AN GOGH! How simply mar. velous! Oh, yes, I know all about Van Gogh. I read a book about him once. Wasn't he the man who left his wife and children and went off to the South Seas to paint? That was Gauguin? Really? Well, it doesn't matter. It must be won- derful to be able to paint things like that and have books written about you. Oh, yes, I remember now. Of course, it was Gauguin. He cut his ear off for some woman, didn’t he? Just imagine! To have someone cut his ear off for you. But, then, I suppose all artists are crazy, aren't they? Otherwise they wouldn't be artists, would they? Isn't it wonderful that the average person can see so many great paintings? Of course, I don’t know much about painting, myself, but I know what I like and what I don’t like and I always say that when a person knows what he likes or what he doesn’t like that's all that matters. Now that one there. It’s simply gorgeous, isn’t it? I could stand here and look at it for hours although I must admit that I have never seen trees or wheat fields that looked like that. But then, I don’t like the country much. As I was saying I know what I like and what I don’t like. But why must we go? I so seldom get a chance to see good intings and I was so anxious to see ‘an Gogh's portrait of himself. I wonder if he is anything like Somerset Maugham described him.” 46@-NNE of the things I never do, my dear, is tell John how to run his business, but this time I simply had to put my foot down. ‘John,’ I said to him this morning, ‘if those men in your plant refuse to get up and go to work, you do what that man out in Indiana or some- place did. You sit down, too. If they won't work, you don’t work either.’ The idea of these laborers demanding more money at a time like this when we can barely make ends meet. Oh, do you like it? Yes, John gave it to me when he came back from his last business trip. It is lovely, isn’t it? Yes, Cartier's. My dear, I simply don’t know what we shall do, if those terrible workers keep on asking for more money. I suppose it is terrible that some of them can’t live on what they earn, but we must all make sacri- fices. I was telling John only this morn. ing, that the more you do for them, the more they want. Darling, if I were you I'd try the pompano. It’s delicious here. Of course, John thinks it's extravagant to lunch here but I feel it is my duty to dine extravagantly because it keeps so many people employed. After all what is money for if it isn’t to be spent? No- body in the world is more generous than I am, even if I do say so myself, but I simply will not be clubbed into generos. ity. As I said to John this morning, ‘John,’ I said to him, ‘you must be firm. You mustn't give in to those men. If you give them a finger, they'll want a hand. You must be just as stubborn as they are.’ Yes, a cocktail first, Robert. Champagne cocktail, then some turtle soup, the lobster, a mixed salad, ice cream and coffee. A small coffee, please. I must be so careful! Coffee always ex- cites me so.” “Look! It’s the same as me Social Security number!” Judge comicbooks.com