Thank'y, Cranky!

Crankyasanoldman just sent me the magazine we’d mentioned in another thread somewhere. I got this package at work from an actual person and was gobsmacked, as the return address wasn’t “Crankyasanoldman.” So I opened it to find such a treasure: a 146-page Movie Album, with lovely duotone photos of 1930 screen stars, from Renée Adorée right through to Loretta Young. Each star has an 8 x 10 photo and a short bio, and there are some of my faves (including several I knew personally: Lillian Gish, Anita Page, Esther Ralston). There are very early photos of Kay Francis, Carol (no “e” yet) Lombard, and Paul Muni before they were stars, and old-timers on their way out, like Doug and Mary, Lon Chaney and Harold Lloyd.

Thanks, Crank! This will be my bedside reading for the next few weeks, and if I ever get Vol. II of Golden Images published, you’ll get some photo credits!

Whee! I’ll be famous!

This must be an example of the Straight Dope helping objects find their way to the right person. I have owned this magazine for at least 15 years. Probably more than 20. My dad got it among some auction items and let me have it because I found it interesting (I can remember staring at the photo of Gloria Swanson and wondering about her). I never got rid of it (me, throw something out?) and forgot about it until I learned of Eve’s professional interests in early film. However, it was in Nebraska and I was in Michigan. And the rare times I was in Nebraska, I forgot to look for it. But finally in July I remembered it and there it was, sitting neglected on a bookshelf, just waiting to go to someone who would appreciate its contents.

What a happy ending! sniffle

What a misnomer… ought to be
ClassyAsAnOldMan.

Glancing through, I also see Eddie Quillan and Gilbert Roland, both of whom I interviewed before their deaths. [As opposed to John Edward, who interviews people after their deaths.] Such gorgeous photos, thanks again!! I must get laser-copies made of some, so’s I can pin them to my bulletin board at home.

Now if only I could convince that publisher to go ahead with Vol. II of Golden Images, "The Talkie Years . . . "

Snort.

Give me an order of BK onion rings and eight hours with you in a locked windowless room, lieu, and you’ll be singing a different tune.

Is that anyway for a doctor to talk?