Evening star., 1936-08-11

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- u.-Pity the poor film player
in the fog and the wind and
4 n the rain!
Imagine waking up some bright
California morning dts usually
foggy) and saying to yourself: Now
I'm going to spend a happy day at
the studios in an atmosphere made up
Of nujol, crude oil and perfume"
That's what happens if it's to be
o picture in which the weather is lin
clement" The set is dim, vaporous
hot house, in which little men are
forever sending up clouds of steam
out Of strange little gadget that
looks like watering pot. The
temperature hovers around los. And
as the day wears on and the di-
rectors nerves wear out. the heat in
creases and the so-called perfume"
that has been added to make the at
mosphere livable, also wears out.
1t is a hot, miserable atmosphere
unlike anything save, perhaps, the
stokers' quarters Of an ocean liner
And the strange part of it is that in
almost any film which has to do with
London or Scotland, these inclement-
weather scenes have to be used-and
in nine cases out of ten 1t will be
costume picture and the costumes will
be hotter than Hades.
So it was yesterday when we found
Katherine Hepburn at the R-K-O
studios-knee-deep in that gray and
grirny atmosphere induced by the
nujol and crude oil crew. .
Miss Hepburn was singularly
gracious as she came to say hello on
1.-THE Portrait of Rebel" set. Stand
ing in the middle of street. her small,
highlaced black boots smack in the
middle of a puddle, mist and rain
lowering around her, her small black
bonnet, with the bunch of flowers
attractively perched on the top and
back Of her head, her long, flowing,
blue skirts with the tight bodice set
ting her off to great advantage. she
smiled the smile of the real Hep
burn-not the girl who, on famous
day before the opening of a play
called "The Lake. in Washington,
unfortunately hoped off on the
wrong side of a train.
"How's Washington" said she.
climbing out of the puddle and shak-
ing hands most cordially.
Questions Questioner.
"What are you here for? Have you
met Mark Sandwich?" He's the di-
rector of this film and has directed
most of the Astaire- Rogers pictures.)
"Come here Mark, and meet the only
man who gave me a good revue on
The Lakeland he was wrong"
she laughed pleasantly, and so did
everybody else; and Mr.. Sandwich
mopped some of the atmosphere" off
his face.
How long will you be here? Have
you seen Mary of Scotland?' Did
! like it? Well, frankly, I did-and
Heaven knows that's the first time I've
ever said that about any performance
of mine. How's my young brother?
Fine. He's written a couple of plays,
you know-Jasper Deeter tried one
out at the Hedgrow Theater this
Spring-not too good, I thought, but
the boy has talent-What's he going
to do? Work on a paper, maybe
wouldn't that be good joke on
mel"
She chartered on, gay as a bird,
the makeup half worn off, smar
beads of perspiration dotting h~r
brow, her highlaced shoes deep in .Yi-
other puddle, her eyes alert, bright,
handsome-her nose way off at what
might be called a typical Hepburn
angle.
She seemed content with life, with
work and with the hope of doing bet
ter things. She spoke about having
tried to strike a nice balance with