The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-09-30
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Hollywood, Sept. 30-Ever since I can remember, the sob-sisters who write for the movie magazines have been shedding crocodile tears over the sad, sad fate of Hollywood stars. "A moment of glory" they say. and then the producers soon relegate them to oblivion. Once they have begun to age, there is no place for them in the profession they helped to build"
 Phooeyl Admittedly Hollywood is crammed to the gunnels with once famous ladies who are no longer in demand, but nine times out of ten the ladies themselves are to blame. Instead of being content like ordinary mortals, to grow old CT, they insist on trying to remain starry-eyed ingenues. Naturally, any sane producer is bound to pass them by.
 But the few who appraise them selves in the mirror and say, I'm getting old, consequently I'm going to play parts suited to my age, " seem to have little difficulty in re- taining a place in the spotlight. Consider, for instance, the recent experience of Irene Rich. She had retired from pictures to devote her time to radio and her prosperous Southern California ranch. After four years away from the screen, she returned to play mature role in Republics "The Angel and the Out law" She only intended to play that one part, but the offers poured in like deluge. Half-heartedly she agreed to another role in Calendar Girl" and still another in New Orleans" At this writing there are eleven more offers awaiting her consideration.
 It isn't age that drives feminine stars into oblivion, it's folly.
 Idol Chatter: The average actor gains weight with stardom; Cary Grant. during a decade of success, has lost 15 pounds Height of something or other: The Monogram announcement that 1t will produce a psychological western. .... My idea of an unimpressionable man is the guy who would take Betty Gra- ble at FACE value. |. . Terse des- cription of Adolphe Menjou: Sartor- ial spender .. If you want the Connie Bennett 8 breakfast to her liking, just give her a cup of cof- fee (three spoons of sugar. and 8 doughnut to dunk. Ode to mayhem T didn't see you, MT. Sinatra, you were standing sideways" I'm as brave as most, I hope, but I'm not brave enough to hold my ground when Susan Hayward's in huff '. Silly notion: Micky Rooney mis- sing a football game Come to think of it, I've never heard anyone who knows her, say an unfriendly word about Claire Trevor.
 During nearly four years service in Uncle Sam's Army, leading man Walter Reed was assigned to Special Services as an entertainer and al- ways found himself provided with de luxe living quarters in barracks or hotels. Getting his discharge, he returned to Hollywood, resumed his contract with RKO and decided tc build house. Thanks to his priori- ties, building material was delivered promptly-and thanks to the greed of parties unknown, three fourths of it was stolen before 1t could be used. Ex-GI Reed now lives on his lot to guard his building material and (here's the kick for the first time in his life, he's sleeping in a pup tent.
 Just about six weeks ago a writer named Malvin Wald was fired by Paramount. Before looking for an- other studio job, he spent a week writing an original story which he titled, "Millicent, My Love-" Charles Bickford, now an independent pro- ducer, read the story and promptly bought it for the far from inSigni- flcant fee of $6O,OO0. No sooner had the sale been reported by the Hol- lywood thade papers than Wald re- ceived a phone call from the head of the Paramount story department a man whom he had often vainly tried to see. Why didn't you show your story to Paramount before of- fering it to anyone else?" demanded the irate exec. How could you pos sibly be so disloyal?" AS I've often noted before, Hollywood is a strange place.
 This weeks award for chivarly, a gilt statue of Sir Walter Raleigh goes to a young carpenter who is