Evening star., 1938-05-28

instead Of wearing the garb OF cafe sc
the road as q herman. He-he men.
In other words, are fast fading as a
fashion in Hollywood and Mr.. Daryl
Zanuck Is detouring his handsomest
young man around the type.
In a part cut much along the lines
Of his swashbuckling role in In Old
Chicago" Tyrone is working today
in q picture called "Suez" As its
name implies, 1t is more about build
ing q temperamental canal than con-
cerned with . bunch Of gay dip
somaniacs whirling merrily from cock
tail lounge to lounge. 1t is full of
adventure and some lusty, roaring
characters of whom Tyrone Is one.
You'll like him in 1t, or Daryl
zanuck will not like you.
Mr.. Power was comfortably, or
otherwise, contemplating life as it
looms in such broad terms as a sign
reading Plumbing" outside his dress
ing room window when We tracked
him down between "Suez" sequences.
He was dressed in what the research
department of the studio discovered
to be what Ferdinand de Lesseps wore
in the good old Suez days and if M.
de Lesseps were equally handsome. the
women Of SueZ must have been mighty
dumb to let him waste his time build
ing q canal.
Feeling it duty to report faith
fully and accurately on Mr.. Powers
background, we sneaked look around
the room while asking him questions
out Of the north corner of our mouth,
the logical corner since he happened
to be sitting on the north.
Fact is, the place is not room but
an apartment. It consists of two
rooms and a bath. There might be a
kitchenette, but if there is, it is the
kind that disappears into wall ANY,
way, Mr.. Power did not look, talk or
act like the kind Of person who would
know what to do with a kitchenette.
SO It seems a safe assumption that
anyone as intelligent as Mr.. Zanuck
(see Ritz brothers) would not waste
. kitchenette on him.
First clue to the character Of the
handsomest Cfighting word to Robert
Taylor fans) leading man in Holly
wood is from his dressing table. The
stun on it, including the hair tonic,
looked like the same items in the
medicine cabinet in the bathroom at
home.
That seemed very much to Mr.
Powers credit, as did practically
everything else about the place. Espe-
>S>1 fnyN
volumes on the table was Frederic
Prokoech's 1.-The Seven Who Fled"
q choice that you would not find (at
least we have not) in a great many
stars rooms in this town.
It suggested that one might try
to discover what else Mr.. Power read.
Seems he reads about what any other
intelligent person does, perhaps more
than the average.
"I've just finished Somerset Maug-
hams latest, The Summing Up"
he says IT did not think it the best
Vaughan I've ever read" he added
making himself in these ears some
thing of a sound critic.
Mr.. Power thought Mr.. Vaughan
seemed tired, which carried on to
the further point that Mr.. Power,
too was tired.
The fair-haired boy of Twentieth
Century-Fox, well, figuratively the
fair-haired boy, is not precisely sick
of it all, but he certainly would like
to get away for a while. We told him
about Eddie Bergen and how he, too,
was tired and looking forward to a
three weeks rest this summer.
Three weeks" commented Mr..
Power. THE lucky stiff. wish I
had three weeks. Last time got
three weeks, it was in reverse. 1t
was in November. I was in New York
trying to catch some plays. When I
was just getting started. the studio
called me back. I got here only to
find three weeks of waiting around
doing nothing while they were get
ting under way with the picture"
It was suggested that maybe the
studio would let him be kidnapped by
the Washington committee for the
next Presidents Birthday Ball. Mr..
Power thought he would like that
very much. Not that it would be
much Of a rest, he made us admit on
the basis of experience. but at least
1t would be a variant Of the usual
theme.
Mr.. Power, who comes from long
line OF actors named Tyrone Power,
and who also comes from soda foun-
tain in Cincinnati and had hard
time cracking Hollywood, has an in
herited love for the theater. He does
not say anything about desire to 60
back and emulate those Of his progeni-
tors who starved between shows in the
pre-movie days, but he would like to
get around and see what Broadway
has to offer.
In fact" he says, Il would like to
see something different from the scene
outside the window here. That water
tower, the plumbing sign, and the
building across the street constitute
my world right now. I've been looking
at them for months and it's a cinch
that I'll 60 on looking at them until
August, at least. After that, who
knows? Probably another picture"
He Is not morbid about it, under
stand. He recognizes that he is caught
and not unproftably-in the Holly
wood system which bears down hard
upon personal popularity. He might
be more unhappy about it, one gathers,
II he were several pictures and few
hundred thousand dollars farther re-
moved from the day when all doors he
knew were equipped with rapac1ous
wolves. It is hard for the casual caller
at his dressing room to remember there
was such q day in Mr.. Powers life, but
Tyrone remembers. In those times he
did not have the money to return to
the East, between here and which there
Is q long, remorseless desert.
And, because he recalls that time,