Evening star., 1940-07-07
Glad
She Hasn't
Glamour
Miss Kelly Likes
Things Just the
Way They Are
By Glad,pin Hill,
Associated Press Stan Writer.
NEW YORK.

Hell's Kitchens gift to Hollywood,
rough, tough and comical Irish
girl named Patsy Kelly, Is convinced
that she's glad she's not a glamour
girl.
She's glad she's not one of the
society glamour girls because they
seem to have to do lot of loafing-
and she's found she can't loaf.
And she's glad she's not a movie
glamour girl because they don't
seem to last as long as just a plain,
human, girl-next-door girl who's
flourished in show business for 20
years being goofy instead of
gorgeous.
Sarah Veronica c'Where did the
family dig up that monicker?'D
Kelly, of the wry face and harassed
gestures, has reached these con-
clusions during year of enforced
idleness back near her native heath
of Hell's Kitchen.
First she was sick-"I had ap-
pendicitis and gallstones at the
same time. 1t was the first time my
doctors drawn that combination, so
I didn't get club rate"
The rest of the year she had to
hang around under contract to
musical comedy which finally isn't
going to materialize until next fall.
so, I've been trying to learn to
loaf. I'm telling you, it can't be
done. You have to be born to it,
I guess"
So she is going back to Hollywood.
Acting Is Genuine.
Patsy can steal almost any scene
without making a move, simply be-
cause she contrasts so sharply with
the standard synthetic movie types.
She looks like the stenographer in
your Office, or the girl who helps
out at the neighborhood grocery
store, like an outsider who blundered
into the scene accidentally-and
thereby inexorably holds your at
tention.
Her acting is just as natural.
When she registers disgust, it's no
effete movie emotion; it's genuine,
three-ply, cast-iron disgust. When
Patsy gets slugged with baseball
bat, you feel the slug yourself.
Since a solid hour and half Of
that would probably be too much
of workout for even the ruggedest
triple-feature fan, Patsy, although
her next picture will be about her
5Oth in seven years, has no dreams
of stardom.
But she is perfectly happy about
that. A star, she notes. is good for
only or 10 years, whereas she can
probably go on as long as she has
the strength.
And she doesn't mind the prospect
Of perpetual sluggings with baseball
bats and the like. Before she was
out of rompers, she had hit two of
the toughest sections of New York
City.
She was born, the daughter of a
garage foreman, at the wrong end
of the Williamsburg Bridge, which
runs to Brooklyn, and at an early
age moved to that aforementioned
teeming center of Manhattan, Hell's
Kitchen.
A Verbal Beating.
One day her brother Willie. who
also was toying with show business
heard of an opening in the company
of the comedian, Frank Fay, who
was knocking 'em dead at the Palace
Theater. Patsy went along.
Willie didn't get job-but Patsy
did.
She was so terrible that she
tinched the job. That worked this
way: Fay is one of the most famous
-libbers Il. E. impromptu gaggers)
alive. Patsy couldn't remember hel
lines, and that gave Fay chance
to ad-lib, which usually resulted ir
something funnier than the script
For year Patsy had only one
regular line in the sketch: "H'ya
kid?"-and for three solid years SHE
made her living by taking verba
beating from Fay, on stage and off
I'D come to the theater late" she
says, land tell him I'd been at tht
beauty parlor. 'Hmmm,' he'd say
you didn't get waited on, eh?"
From Fay's act Patsy went tt
musical comedy and then to Holly
wood.