Film Stars tell
their version
Whether youre married or
her for
of the oldest
story of all!
HOW THEY GOT THE GIRL
S proposal business is just a trifle difficult. Ask any man! You blurtit out when you don't mean to and when you do mean to, the words won't come.
It's a vicious merry-go-round. And then there's the approach. Very important that--the approach.
TO SAY “YES”
He didn't have a comeback.
All he can recall is rushing home to Mother Offield and getting her Should it be done with gravity, out of bed, to tell her he had met elegance and fire as the Latins do Varden and she was the one girl or with the dazzling simplicity of ' the "Let's get tied, what do you say, kid?" variety.
ľ
"I've heard that before," said Ma.
"But we're going to be married!" Yes a whole bright world of
sure enough they possibilities lies in the proposal cried Jack, and field and Hollywood, has tested were. them all
read on the bulletin board a notice that the show was closing.
fall from a horse Gene sent flowers and friendly little notes. Eventually he had permission to call, and soon he was in her very good graces as
"kind and generous friend.
He was such a nice haven of re- They came to Hollywood with fuge, so good with advice about" nothing but a couple of suitcases pictures. A famous playwright, he but they stuck it out, and now all's could tell her what's what. Lucky giri, having a big brother like Gene...only Gene had no intention of acquiring a sister
well.
He was taking her to see one of
Gene Markey had marked Joan Bennett from afar, when he saw her on the New York stage. In Holly- wood, where Joan started making her pictures. pictures, Gene mapped his court- ship.
Chester Morris and Sue Kilborn:
Joan was in love with somebody In fact, a close study and He proposed one Saturday night
everyone knew, but the thorough analysis of Hollywood after the performance of a stage else, as proposals reveal such a variety of show in which they appeared, they clever plotter shrugs his shoulders methods as to meet every circum- were married in Atlantic City the at a little thing like that: stance or occasion, bar none.
Benny Baker had taken Marjorie Chapin Wellman to witness her.
next morning, and were back in time for the curtain call, only to
most ardent diversion, a football THE
game.
* The ball was on the three-yard lize, fourth down. Marjorie was fairly tearing her hair.
"Touchdown!" she shrieked.
"Will you marry me?” Benny howled in her ear.
When Joan broke her hip in
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He would tell her what he thought of it, perhaps make some suggestions on how to improve...
*
“Joan, will you marry me?”
*But-but-don't you want
to
a wait until you see my picture?”
stuttered Joan.
"
The big build-up got results, and Joan's reply remains a classic.
The persistent proposal delicate- ly manoeuvred by Franchot Tone proved effective with Joan Craw- ford.
"By the way, Joan,” he would say. CAN'T sleep in the office any there and little after you arrive. more. And that is a serious If you are from Yorkshire or Scot-in an understone as somebody pass- land you will appreciate the ad- fed them the cake, when did you thing for me. Ever since I first
vantage of this. It is also nice say we were getting married?”
The landscape is "Yes!" yelled the excited Mar-started in Big Business, and work and quiet.
Or, between shots on the tennis jorie. "Touchdown.”
ed myself up from nothing to my boisterous compared with the in-
"Shall we make it—say, present state of extreme poverty, I habitants, who have got a new and court:
next Friday?" ̧· have been sleeping in offices; con-
refreshing slant on life.
sistently, determinedly and so far quite successfully. It was difficult
It was a touchdown. Marjorie collected her wits and a startled expression stole over her face.
she demanded of the Paramount comedian.
bland retort.
see
was
It was dusk when I met Arthur on the beach. I thought he
He lay motionless. dead.
I re-
The dryly humorous Mr. Tone knew very well how to handle the proposal problem with a girl like
Harmon Nelson had been out of
sat down with his sweetheart, Bette Davis, to talk things over in a practical fashion Bette was a movie actress. "Ham" an unknown
musician and singer.
"Did I say I'll marry you?" when I first began. People could moved a non-existent hat reverent- Joan Crawford.
that I was asleep. But soony, believing that he had passed on. nature's protective devices began But as I watched him, my heart to work, and I developed the facul-grievous that one so young should “You did. And we'll be marriedy of being sound asleep in my have died, I noticed a faint breath-college for three months when he
no one was any the as soon as the football season is chair, and
ing. Arthur had neither passed he was just over. I'll not spend my honey-wiser. I hold my head in my out nor passed on moon in a grandstand." was Benny's hands and prop myself in such a breathing. He opened his eyes position that my closed eyes, cannot slowly, and then closed them, ex- be seen. Ask me a question and I hausted by the violent exertion. reply intelligently and with only
I said: Had a hard day? the merest time lag. It is an easy Arthur said: Why? and a valuable thing to be able to
Me: I expect you need a rest. do. You sit there motionless in Arthur: Why? your chair, dead to the world someone enters your room, and then quietly and reverently tiptoes out again under the impression that you are deep in thought and must not be disturbed. And the sweet dreams drift softly on. Now something has happened. The noise At the ticket window they said: in my office has gradually increas "Sorry, we're sold out."
Charles Boyer had been paying blonde considerable attention to little Pat Patterson, but there was no indication that a marriage was impending.
One evening they decided to see a stage play at El Capitan theatre on Hollywood Boulevard.
"Well, now what shall we do? asked Pat.
led to such a pitch that I am suf- fering from that dreaded worker's disease mid-day insomnia. A few days ago I awoke with a start just before teatime. It was the "Let's get married," said Charles last straw. I got out an atlas and
Boyer.
peered at the China,coast. I look
Me: Well, most of us like a nice sit down after we've finished our work.
Arthur Why? ---- Me: Well, don't you? • Arthur* I don't (work.- Me Never?: Arthur: Never.
Me: But you must do something! Arthur:" Why?:
Me: Well, we all like to do some- thing, don't we?
Arthur: Why? Me: Makes a change from doing nothing, for one thing, doesn't it?
Arthur: Why?
ed for a place where quietness and And then in a blinding flash In this state of mild shock they peace might be possible. After realised that I was face to face telephoned the airport, chartered a looking at my old haunts in North with the High Prophet of action, 'plane, and flew to Yuma. Before China, and shuddering, I turned to the Prince of Idlers, the Monk of either had recovered from the surHong Kong and saw a possibility Immobility prise they were married. To judge in a place not a thousand ralles Das I know that here I had from their case obeying that im- away. pulse has only happy results.
Jack Oakie who used to kid zo- mance and
was Marry me, mother of
vourite gag become the
was simply
ph of doing
"People probably will call me a gigolo husband,” said Ham.
"They'll sometimes speak of you as Mr. Davis,” smiled Bette
"We'll often be separated by werk, and I can't support you in the style to which you'd like to be accustomed," grinned Ham
"And they'll have us getting a divorce half the time" langhed Bette. "But we'll get along all
right.”
The Proxy proposal is frequently used by men who grow tongue-tied in the face of romance. Valentin Parera, bandsome Spaniard, fell in
love with prima donna Grace Moore. Handicapped by language limita- tions, he marked a poetic passage in a book to show Grace his regard.
rickshaw at
Pat O'Brien had been proposing met my master It was late when to Eloise Taylor for several years. My friends think I am crazy-left Arthur, and a great yellow They were riding in when I say I just want to be down moon
the darkened ses Coney Island. and do nothing. But in this place He had that's different! There they for
you are crazy if you want
get up off the beach and start
the
ved nor spoken "Let's get married; or somethi
I stole softly said Pat. blinked and winked cene. But it made easy. I thought it
thing And so to this place me vaguely went. It costs you little to get might disturb Arthur.
"We'll get married, or retorted Eloise
And, by jingo, they were