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by Martha Kerr
I’VE BEEN learning about Ginger Rogers. I’ve learned that in the last six months she has been out only twice for dinner. I’ve learned what it is she wants out of life. I’ve even learned about her faults and her fears and her boy friends, and a little about the type of man she may marry. I’ve learned these things from the one person who knows her best, Lela Rogers, her mother.
Ginger was in California, finishing “Carefree” with Fred Astaire. Three thousand miles away, in New York City, Lela had set up housekeeping. It was their first separation. The rumors flew. They said Lela had leased that apartment so Ginger, overworked, could have a normal life between pictures. They also said Lela and Ginger had broken for good.
by Blanche Sweet
GINGER ROGERS always reminds me of a swan. Have you ever watched a swan glide across the water? Make its progress, reach its goal with beautiful grace ? And apparently without effort? And then have you been surprised to notice how hard and consistently that swan has been working beneath the surface all the time in order to produce that seeming ease, that thrill-
So it is with Ginger. Take her, at twenty-four, one of the very greatest of the stars. Rapidly approaching that million dollars earned through her own efforts which she has set for her mark. Beautiful, goodness knows. Well-groomed always. And the one and only dancer Fred Astaire ever has brought himself to compare with his sister, Adele—now Lady Cavendish—with whom he danced his way to fame.
by Kay Proctor
THE NEXT time an ambitious mother of a dancing daughter points to Ginger Rogers to prove the sterling truth of the copy-book maxim about goals and hitching your wagon to a star, she had better check up on her facts.
Ginger never set herself a great or distant goal to achieve. She still hasn’t got one. In a way she waits for the goals to come to her. That’s rather amazing when you consider all she has achieved. And certainly it is unorthodox!
Ginger has a simple explanation for it. She illustrated it for me by drawing a square and a two-sided figure on the table cloth in the studio commissary where we were having tea.
WANT to startle your home town with the biggest dance sensation in seasons? If you do, you have a chance with this preview of Ginger Rogers’ and Fred Astaire’s most exciting dance from “Top Hat”—they specially posed their “Piccolino” steps for you in a modified ballroom version that is easy to learn but exciting to dance. Here goes!
by Elza Schallert
Modern Screen –
HE’S A NEW SCREEN IDOL AND HERE’S YOUR CHANCE TO READ HOW HE GOT THAT WAY!
DRUMS—drums—church solos—Gilbert and Sullivan operettas—drums…
The singing Nelson Eddy was born on a July 29th. in Providence, Rhode Island, the only child of lsabel Kendrick and William D. Eddy, with the heating of drums, the anthems of choral singing a part of his heritage.
It may sound as though the small Nelson had been born either to the Comanche Indians or into a professional world of entertainers. Nothing could lie farther from the truth. As a matter of fact, so alien was any idea of theatrical life in any of its aspects to any one of the Eddys that Nelson has been poor man, rich man, newspaper man. advertising man, iron worker—all but beggarman and thief—before his golden baritone came into its rich and rightful own.
by Elza Schallert
Modern Screen May 1939
I’M INCLINED to be an ‘old man!’ Very serious! Ann keeps me young. She makes me see the lighter side of things. She’s a bucket of fun and gayety, yet very sound and substantial. She has been the strongest influence in my life and career during the past three years.”
Nelson Eddy told me this on the day after he and Ann Franklin were married, the clay following their elopement to Las Vegas.
“Time Out For Honeymoon,” may sound like a fairly good title for a picture, but it certainly has no place in the phraseology of a big film contract such as Nelson Eddy holds. Consequently, marriage notwithstanding, he was due back immediately following the ceremony for the final scenes of his picture, “Let Freedom Ring”—an amusing title under the circumstances.
Dallas Morning News
April 10, 1935
Nelson Eddy, the baritone, and a group of friends sat a private screening of his picture, “Naughty Marietta” in the Interstate screening room Monday night. During the scene in which he sings “I’m Falling in Love With Some One,” to Jeanette MacDonald, he signaled Buddy Holman, the projectionist, to turn off the sound and he supplied the music in person. Mr. Eddy sat on the extreme right of the front row. James Owen Cherry, Interstate city manager, sat third from the right on the front row. The rest of the audience was made up of guests of Mr. and Mrs. Eli Sanger, who shortly before entertained for Mr. Eddy with a reception at their home. “Naughty Marietta” will open Saturday at the Palace Theater here.
by Howard Sharpe
NELSON EDDY and I sat in the living room of his house in Beverly Hills chatting lazily of vague matters. There was a fire and there was rain outside the windows and the air was pale with cigarette smoke.
Nelson’s secretary had a terrifying stack of neatly opened mail on his desk. At my quizzical look, because I know the very heavy schedule under which he works, he smiled and she looked unperturbed and pleasantly cool in the face of this volume of work.
by Nelson Eddy
Saturday Evening Post
January 15, 1949
Maybe it’s the swashbuckler in me, but I thoroughly enjoyed playing the part of Capt. Richard Warrington in Naughty Marietta. Its fighting and marching, its shooting and love making and singing all were a natural part of the plot that was much more substantial than those other musical comedies. I liked the chance to sing the music of Victor Herbert, which everyone knows and loves, and I found it quite painless to accept a new contract with a salary raise when the picture was completed.
Los Angeles Times
February 17, 1944
When Nelson Eddy, concert and motion-picture baritone, sang Handel’s “Largo,” “Ave Maria” and “The Lord’s Prayer” before thousands of American tank soldiers squatting on the sand under an African moon, there were tears of thankfulness among the wind-tanned fighting men at this musical message from one of their loved ones.
But if it came to the choice between hearing a concert baritone and receiving a letter from home—well, the baritone would finish a bad second.
Who says so?
The Seattle Daily Times
January 20, 1937
A big, blond “copper” named Nelson Eddy put his feet up on a chair at the Olympic Hotel today, the way a policeman will in a hotel room, and told about the time he made the strangest arrest on record.
From time to time Office Eddy, who was in plain clothes, would glace at the bright new police captain’s badge, which was pinned inside a topcoat lying on the bed.
Officer Eddy, who is quite well known for his baritone voice—and who, in fact, will give a concert at the Civic Auditorium this evening which will probably start folks calling him “The Singing Cop”—was in Portland, Or., a few days ago, and the chief of police, had admired his work as an officer of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in the film “Rose Marie,” made him a captain.
December 6, 1933
Singer and Film actor Told He’ll ‘Get His’; Mother, in Alarm, Summons Police.
Disclosure that Nelson Eddy, famous operatic baritone and motion picture actor, had twice been threatened by an anonymous caller on Sunday night was made yesterday when it was learned that both the District Attorney’s office and the Hollywood police have been investigating the case.
News of the double threat against Hollywood’s most recently imported actor sensation was learned by The Examiner when police were dispatched to Eddy’s home at 619 North Foothill boulevard, Beverly Hills.
by Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy
Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy are asked how one views the other. Much fun.
by Bernard MacFadden
Her fascination and charm are no mere matters of chance. She cultivated and developed them. And she frankly revealed how to the publisher of True Story…
The enticement of a movie career is a magnet that is difficult to resist, many are called, but few are chosen. Thousands of fans seek fane and fortune offered by the movies, but the percentage of applicants who are finally able to climb the ladder of success is small indeed. Where one succeeds, hundreds fall by the wayside, and nearly every star in the movie firmament eagerly sought a film career.
by Paul Marsh
JUST about five years ago an unusual incident occurred on the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lot. There was little pattern for it, but nevertheless it happened. What was it? Very simple—a queen had given up her throne!
This may sound as though royalty was once again repeating its abdication routine, and in a way, it was true. However, the queen in this case was Jeanette MacDonald, who had reigned with unquestioned glory in her position as the top musical lady on the Culver City lot.
There wasn’t a multitude of rumblings at this decision, nor did Jeanette leave any ill-feeling behind her. The time had come, she said, for her to try her wings in other fields. In the back of her mind lurked this desire, and one bright morning, just after a final hike, she suddenly decided that now was the time to act!