Word: likings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...lounging by a California swimming pool. For, as Ginger Rogers yearns to do, and occasionally does, pictures without her dancing shoes, Sonja Henie's ambition is to do one without her skates. Judging from the acting Trudi Hovland does before her glass with heavy dramatic lines like "Let me go, Aye tall yu," this ambition will take some realizing. But so have all Sonja Henie's ambitions. And as she herself has remarked: "Most always...
...Sonja's fans well know, the liveliest Hollywood buzz-buzz of 1937 concerned her studio romance with Tyrone Power, cooked up by no pressagent but by smart little Darryl Zanuck himself. Actually, Second Fiddle is no more of a personal history than any other Henie movie. Like its predecessors, it is an artfully contrived showcase for the display of a camera-kind young woman with a bag of unique and spectacular tricks...
...appeared in 29 pictures, now earns about $800 a week He got the role of Pud after its Broadway incumbent, 8-year-old Peter Holden, was judged too mature for the part. Swamped by autograph seekers at the preview of On Borrowed Time, he grandly observed: At times like these I sometimes wish I wasn't in pictures. But really I like them and don't feel that way when I realize how much happiness they bring to everyone...
Sonja's chief personal diversions are tennis and her cars: a white Mercury cabriolet which she drives expertly at illegal speeds, and a 16-cylinder Cadillac, which Louis drives for more formal occasions. She also likes diamonds, an occasional champagne cocktail, and U. S. slang, which she puts to individual use. Of ice that does not satisfy her, she will casually observe that it is "stinking lousy," or of someone who bores her, "he stinks." A good dancer, she is fond of other good dancers like slinky Cesar Romero, lanky Lee Bowman. There was talk of a Bowman-Henie...
...sooner had the quotation gone over the ticker than an order came selling him ten shares at 30. He quoted again two points down and his bid was snatched at 28. He continued dropping his price, but like a hungry school of fish snatching at fat grubs, sellers snatched at his bids all the way down to 14. Then, fussed at playing sucker to his own game, he traded in and out at around 15 to stabilize his market. The bears let up. Broker Sykes's face was red. The traders knew, although he didn't, that Spalding...