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Promises, promises, right? Well, it’s been nearly three years (yikes) since the last hopeful post. I had the best intentions, but things are actually happening now. So, you’ll see lots and lots of changes and hopefully a lot more content compared to the original. We’ll see! We live in hope, right?
Hope you have a wonderful holiday and New Year! Here’s hoping I can get most of these pages (aside from the individual film pages) up prior to Christmas. We’ll see.
Well, I promised long ago that I would fix things. I’ve honestly not had time or the energy to do so, but I’m making ReelJewels my top priority this year and I’ve already done quite a lot. The design isn’t here yet, but the format is. There’s already new content in the form of articles and all the articles that were originally posted before but not linked are available.
Here’s to 2014—wishing you the best of health, lots of new favorite classic movies, and hope you enjoy the new content waiting to be found here.
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by Ruth Waterbury
The Gene Raymonds have successfully hurdled that first year of matrimony—that supposedly awful, awful first year. This is how they did it!
It was suddenly quiet in the Raymond-MacDonald living room as we all stopped to catch our breaths from laughing. That was what gave me the hunch.
“You two have been married almost a year now, haven’t you?” I asked.
“Lacking exactly twenty-seven days, four hours and nine minutes.” said Gene.
“And you are still laughing all the time?” They obliged by laughing again and nodded their heads in assent.
“What about laughter as n basis for a perfect marriage?” I persisted.
“Would you be making a noise like an interviewer?” Gene demanded.
“Well, why not? I might as well admit that I was pretty suspicious of all that sweetness and light published about you two a little over a year ago just before you were married. You sounded simply too happy to be true; but, after all, no people in your position stay married unless they really have a good time of it.
by Louella Parsons
February 21, 1951
Not since the stories that Shirley Temple was actually a dwarf and wasn’t a child actress, and that the real Mary Pickford had been dead for years and another actress was taking her place, have we had as ridiculous a fabrication as the one printed about Jeanette MacDonald.
A story in a Vienna newspaper says that Jennette MacDonald is in reality the child of elderly Austrian parents who still live there. I knew Jeanette’s mother, a wonderful women who died in 1947. Jeanette looks like her. Her father died several years ago—and whoever started the Austrian parents yarn certainly has a good imagination (or a bad one).
by Hedda Hopper
Los Angeles Times
August 24, 1942
Hedda Hopper’s Looking At Hollywood
Hollywood, Cal., Aug. 24. —The mighty Metro is snowed under with requests for more Nelson Eddy pictures, but I don’t think you’ll be seeing any more from that studio. Here’s the lowdown on his deal with them, and it’s pretty amazing, to say the least:
Tho he was one of their greatest money makers, his salary never rose above $2500 a week (which he gets in one night on his concert tours), and after balking at playing a sort of Daddy Long Legs to Newcomer Kathryn Grayson, he asked for his release. They said: “Sure, we’ll give it to you, but it’ll cost you dough.” It did. They wanted all the money he’s earned from them since Jan. He paid it. That’s how badly he wanted to get away.
by Mary Mann
The Salt Lake Tribune
December 22, 1935
Nelson Eddy, screen film idol and one of America’s foremost baritones, is coming to Salt Lake City on January 15 to give a concert tinder the sponsorship of the extension division of the University of Utah.
A few short years ago, Nelson Eddy was a newspaper man who never dreamed of becoming an international figure. He sang at his work to the tune of losing two good jobs. Either his editors had no ear for music or they were unappreciative talent.
by Bob Thomas
November 18, 1946
Hollywood, Nov. 18, (AP) — Mammy’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread, and so does Nelson Eddy now after years of singing the darn song.
In recent years Eddy and shortnin’ bread have become as closely associated as Red Skelton and “I Dood It,” or salt and peanuts. Only just recently did Nelson try the pastry.
A cook in northern California heard he was to be her guest, so she whipped up some.
“You know, it tastes pretty good,” Nelson said.
Fox Publicity Department
Don Ameche seldom eats at home, although his wife is a good cook. Don explained that he doesn’t like home cooking and particularly dislikes the idea of going home and eating a meal that is not of his own choice—since he never can make up his mind about just what he wants to eat until he sits down to dine. After work at the film studio, he usually meets his wife and they go to a restaurant. He is fond of spaghetti.
For the 20th Century Fox Publicity Department
When I first came to Hollywood after five years with the radio chains a number of sympathetic souls maneuvered me into a corner for a heart-to-heart talk.
They were a little bit slow in coming to the point, but at least one hardy soul saw no further advantage to beating around the bush.
by Don Ameche
20th Century-Fox Publicity
I turned the tables on the press today.
During the last year, I have been interviewed 1,566 times, more or less, and what with the considerable journalistic experience I acquired as the city editor in “love Is News”, I came to the conclusion that it was about time I did some interviewing myself.
Emboldened by such a momentous decision, I was ready for Merle Potter, the staff correspondent of the Minneapolis Journal, when he strolled on the “Love Under Fire” set at 20th Century-Fox studios.
THE POSTMAN—At Twentieth Century-Fox Studios reported that Don Ameche’s fan mail was running only slightly behind Shirley Temple’s and Production Chief Darryl F. Zanack realized that the moment of Ameche’s stardom was at hand.
Mr. Zanack’s sleek. Valentinesque recruit from radio had been given a strenuous apprenticeship at Twentieth Century. Five hours after his arrival in Hollywood he went to work in a windy problem movie called “Sins of Man” Next he supported Loretta Young in Ramona, a trio of beauties in “Ladies in Love,” was the shadowy romantic background for Sonja Henie’s figure scating in “One in a Million” and dropped to a villainous foil for Tyrone Power in “Love Is News.”
by Dora Albert
HE IS said to receive more fan mail than any other actor on his lot except Shirley Temple. Recently he was chosen by the deaf people of this country as the actor with the finest voice. (What they really meant was that his lips were the easiest to read.) He has a fan in Oakland, California, who has seen every picture in which he has appeared from fifty-five to one hundred and thirty times. A woman in Warren, Pennsylvania named a pig after him and entered it in a contest of the Ladies’ Aid Society.
by Irene Zarat
If you should pass a house near Encino, from which sounds of uninhibited hilarity ensue, it’s probably Don Ameche’s house. If you should sneak across the lawn and peer through the window, you might be greeted by some such spectacle as this.
The furniture has been pushed against the wall to clear a space for football practice. Brother Louis starts a ten-foot dash from the dining room. Don leaps at him for a flying tackle. Ameches of assorted sizes, shapes and ages form an interested audience. Prominent among them, because they squeal the loudest, are two towheaded youngsters. Grandpa has to hold their squirming bodies tight to keep them from hurling themselves under their father’s heels.