Shirley Temple Revisited, Part 8

Since I last posted on The Littlest Rebel I've had a chance to examine both Edward
Peple's play and novel of that title (both were copyrighted in 1911, so it's impossible,
without input from Mr. Peple's heirs and descendants, to know whether the play was
based on the novel or vice versa). It's clear that Variety's reviewer "Land" misspoke
when he said there was "no trace" of Peple's play in Edwin J. Burke's script. In fact,
Burke followed Peple's broad outline quite faithfully, making such changes as the
passage of 25 years and the talent on hand would call for. The stagebound bombast
of the play's dialogue is purged entirely, as is the "colored" humor that was hopelessly
dated by 1935 (albeit replaced with humor that looks equally dated to us today). In
the play, Virgie saves her father from the firing squad by appealing for clemency to
Gen. U.S. Grant; having her appeal to President Lincoln in the movie was an obvious
improvement. And, of course, song-and-dance opportunities were inserted for Shirley
and Bill Robinson because it would have been plainly stupid not to do so.

"Land" was being either forgetful, ignorant or unjust. If he wanted to see a movie
that really had no trace of its original source, he need only have waited for the
picture that 20th Century Fox hustled Shirley into immediately after shooting
wrapped on Captain January.


Poor Little Rich Girl (released June 25, 1936)

Don't be misled by the picture's title as it appears on the cover of this sheet music (and on several of the posters and lobby cards); the title was Poor Little Rich Girl, with no "The". Poor Little Rich Girl has a distinction it shares with Our Little Girl: They are the only two pictures from Shirley's reign as Fox's box-office queen (before and after the merger) that are not available on DVD; both can be seen only on out-of-print colorized VHS tapes.

There's another distinction that Poor Little Rich Girl has all to itself: It's one of Shirley's decidedly odd, even bizarre, pictures. The oddity begins with the screenplay credits. Once again, as with Captain January, the script is by Sam Hellman, Gladys Lehman and Harry Tugend, this time "suggested by the stories of Eleanor Gates and Ralph Spence." 

In order to clarify that "stories of" credit, we need to go back to the beginning, and it begins with Eleanor Gates (1875-1951). She published her novel The Poor Little Rich Girl in 1912, then turned it into a play that ran for 160 performances on Broadway the following year. The novel tells of seven-year-old Gwendolyn (for the play her age was upped to 11 and she was played by 15-year-old Viola Dana, the future silent movie star). To all appearances, Gwendolyn is a pampered child of wealth and privilege, but she's really lonely, confused and unhappy. She's neglected by her workaholic father and social-climbing mother, who leave her in the hands of servants who bully her and treat her like a nuisance. One night her nursemaid, eager for an evening off, gives her an overdose of a sleeping medication that puts Gwendolyn into a near-death coma. In her delirium she has a bizarre Alice in Wonderland-style dream in which all her waking fears, confusion and insecurity take literal and symbolic form. By the time the crisis has passed and she is out of danger, her repentant parents have realized how important she is to them and vowed to neglect her no more. The play was filmed in 1917, with reasonable fidelity, and starring Mary Pickford.

A casual reading of Poor Little Rich Girl's credits might seem to imply that Miss Gates and Ralph Spence collaborated on the "stories", but they didn't; they may not even have ever met. Spence (1890-1949) was a writer of intertitles during the silent era who was famous for adding spice to otherwise pedestrian pictures ("All bad little movies when they die go to Ralph Spence," read a full-page ad he took out in a Hollywood trade paper). Why he got story credit on Poor Little Rich Girl might have remained a mystery, but Shirley herself offers a convincing explanation in Child Star. It seems two writers filed a nuisance suit over Poor Little Rich Girl, claiming it had been stolen from a story they wrote on spec for Shirley and submitted to Fox in 1934. Shirley says Eleanor Gates herself resolved the issue by attesting that the title was hers, but the picture's plot was taken from Spence's story "Betsy Takes the Air". So if Shirley's recollection is right (and it sounds reasonable to me), 20th Century Fox bought Poor Little Rich Girl's title from Eleanor Gates and its story from Ralph Spence. In any case, one thing is abundantly clear: Fox may have made all the right payments to avoid any possible hassle, but Poor Little Rich Girl is in no way a remake of Mary Pickford's 1917 The Poor Little Rich Girl, nor is it based on Eleanor Gates's novel or play. 

It is, however, about a poor little rich girl. Shirley plays Barbara Barry, the daughter of young widower Richard Barry (Michael Whalen), multi-millionaire owner of Barry's Beauty Soap. Barbara is pampered to the point of absolute boredom, with no friends or playmates. If she sneezes more than once in an hour, she's shunted off to bed by her nursemaid Collins (Sara Haden). Mrs. Woodward, the housekeeper (Jane Darwell), convinces Barbara's father to enroll the girl in a private school where she can be among children her own age, and he arranges for Collins to take the girl to the school in the Adirondacks that Barbara's late mother once attended.

While waiting for the car to take them to the station, Barbara asks Collins what she'll do while Barbara's away at school."I'm going to take a little vacation," Collins tells her. Barbara asks what a vacation is. "It's a rest, dear. It means getting away from people you've been with every day and seeing new faces. You really become another person on a vacation."

The words leave a fateful impression on Barbara. When they get to the station, Collins stops to send a telegram telling the school that Barbara is on her way. That's when she misses her purse; she must have dropped it as she got out of the car. She tells Barbara to wait, and rushes outside to search. There she's run down by a car and winds up in the hospital, unconscious and unidentified.

Meanwhile, back in the station, Barbara gets tired of waiting and decides to take a "little vacation" of her own -- and the "other person" she decides to become is Betsy Ware, an orphan in her favorite series of stories that Mrs. Woodward has been reading to her. In this guise she meets Jimmy Dolan and his wife Jerry (Jack Haley and Alice Faye), vaudevillians down on their luck and looking to break into radio. Taking little "Betsy" into their act, they rename her "Bonnie Dolan" and make the rounds as "Dolan, Dolan and Dolan" -- and sure enough, before you can say "audition" they've landed starring spots on a radio show. On top of that, their show is sponsored by the Peck Soap Co., arch-competitor to Barry's Beauty Soap, and little Barbara/Betsy/Bonnie has charmed the socks off cranky old Simon Peck (Claude Gillingwater), who had long vowed never to sponsor a radio program. All this happens within two days, while Barbara's father, who assumes his daughter is safely ensconced at school in the Adirondacks, is romancing the Peck Soap Co.'s head of advertising (Gloria Stuart).

Well, all of this gets sorted out in time for a happy fadeout -- that is, for everyone except poor Collins, the nursemaid, whom we last see comatose in the hospital while doctors puzzle over her identity, and who is never heard from again.

 And then there's this character. He's never identified by name, so I can't even say who the actor is (if there are any name-the-unknown-actor buffs out there who can enlighten me, I'll be eternally grateful). Anyhow, this guy shows up shortly after Barbara leaves the train station to embark on her "little vacation". He stalks her for the rest of the movie, following her everywhere she goes and eavesdropping on her conversations with the people she meets. At one point he accosts her in the hallway of the apartment house where she's staying with the Dolans, and he offers to buy her some peppermint candy if she'll walk down to the corner with him. He calls her a "cute little trick" and tries to get her to tell him who her real daddy is. Who is this guy?? A kidnapper for ransom? A child molester? His presence is never explained, but he gives Poor Little Rich Girl a gruesome undercurrent of creepy menace that's hard to square with the picture's musical comedy trappings; he's like a scorpion on a wedding cake. No two ways about it, the Hellman-Lehman-Tugend script for Poor Little Rich Girl is one screwy piece of work.

 

The movie's saving grace is its score by Mack Gordon and Harry Revel, one of the best ever composed for one of Shirley's pictures and one of the few that can properly be called a score as opposed to simply a collection of songs. Gordon and Revel's numbers are clever, catchy and full of surprises. This is charmingly demonstrated in the very first song, "Oh, My Goodness", which Barbara sings to four of her dolls after being banished to her bedroom for excessive sneezing. She begins by bemoaning her fun-deprived life: 

I wanna make mudpies

In fact I'd like to be a mess

I wanna make mudpies

I know that I'd find happiness

If I got jam on my fingers, chocolate on my face

And molasses all over my dress

Then the number segues into the song proper, as Barbara scolds the dolls for their naughty behavior:

You're the only friends I've ever had

But one minute you're good

And the very next minute you're bad

At times I ought to hate you

You make me feel so blue

But honest I can't hate you

When you smile at me the way you do

Oh...

My...

Goodness!

...and then, exactly the right touch: the dolls jump up and dance for her. The whole scene is a perfectly delightful expression of the loneliness of a friendless little girl, presented in song (by Shirley) and dance (by the dolls).

Other songs round out the musical program with variety and a satisfying range of styles. There are spoofs of commercial jingles in the ditties for the competing soap companies, "Buy a Bar of Barry's" and "Wash Your Necks with a Cake of Peck's". A standard love song, "When I'm with You", introduced by an unbilled Tony Martin at the very beginning of his career -- and one year before his three-year marriage to Alice Faye. The song is then reprised by Barbara, singing to her father (and including the rather alarming line, "Marry me and let me be your wife."). These and other songs, often heard in different forms in the background, on pianos, hand-organs and what-not, add to the varied musical texture of Poor Little Rich Girl.

A highlight comes when Dolan, Dolan and Dolan make their debut on the Peck's Soap Hour with "You've Gotta Eat Your Spinach, Baby". The number begins with Jimmy singing a conventional love song, which Jerry turns into a playful flirt-song. Then "Bonnie" stalks on and the number morphs into a sort of American variation on a Gilbert and Sullivan patter song: the girl sings a manifesto of youthful rebellion ("No-o-o-o spinach!...Halle-loooo-jah!");  Jimmy and Jerry counter with a stern assertion of adult authority ("Children have to do as they are told...Children shouldn't be so very bold"), resulting in a sullen surrender ("Yes, sir...yes, ma'am..."):

Once the conflicts have been cleared up, and the Barry's/Peck's rivalry
resolved with a merger, Poor Little Rich Girl goes out on a high note:
a bravura song-and-dance number, "Military Man" (light on the song,
very heavy on the dance). Shirley remembered nerves getting frazzled
when she, Jack Haley and Alice Faye met to post-dub their taps to a
playback of the silent image of their dance. All three knew the routine
cold, but with no music to guide them, not even a metronome or
choreographer Jack Haskell to give them the beat, matching their tap
sounds to their mutely dancing picture proved tricky in the extreme.
They finally got it, of course, and in recognition of their hard work I
include this colorized clip here. Besides, it's a whole lot of fun:

Years later, Alice Faye shared her memories of Poor Little Rich Girl with her great fan W. Franklyn Moshier, author of the self-published The Films of Alice Faye (which was picked up by Stackpole Books in 1974 and published as The Alice Faye Movie Book), and Frank Moshier shared those memories with me when I knew him in the early '70s. Evidently, Alice rankled at having to play second fiddle to this eight-year-old; according to Frank, she never talked about "Shirley", it was always "that Temple child". Alice told Frank, and Frank told me, stories of Shirley throwing tantrums on the set -- red-faced, stomping, screaming "Miss Faye pushed me! Miss Faye pushed me!" Frank had the good sense not to include such tales in The Films of Alice Faye, but he did assert that "while pure and wholesome in appearance and the darling of everyone from Key West to Puget Sound, Shirley was more than a little difficult to work with."

Nonsense. I didn't believe these stories in 1972 and I don't believe them now. They simply fly in the face of everything -- everything -- that everybody else who ever worked with Shirley had to say about her. We can only speculate on what prompted such melodramatic yarns; both Shirley and Alice -- and for that matter, Frank Moshier -- are beyond asking about it now. In any event, Alice Faye was not through playing second fiddle to Shirley Temple. Within a very few months, she'd be doing it again.

To be continued...

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Shirley Temple Revisited, Part 7

The creation of 20th Century Fox was announced as a merger, but it was really a friendly takeover. Darryl Zanuck (former production head at Warner Bros.) and Joseph Schenck (former president of United Artists) had formed 20th Century Pictures in 1933 as an independent concern, renting equipment and studio-and-office space from UA. In two years 20th Century had produced 18 pictures, all but one of which had made money, and several of which had made quite a lot: Folies Bergere de Paris, The House of Rothschild, The Affairs of Cellini, The Call of the Wild, Les Miserables, etc. But Zanuck got his hackles up when UA wouldn't sell any of its stock to 20th Century, and he started looking around.

Enter Sidney Kent, president of Fox Film Corp. When Kent entered into merger negotiations with Zanuck and Schenck, he probably had visions of "Fox-20th Century Pictures", thinking he was co-opting the rising competition and bringing a hot young producer into the Fox fold. But he didn't figure on the drive and energy of Darryl F. Zanuck.

Neither did Winfield Sheehan. The Fox production chief knew there'd be room for only one chief at the new studio, and he braced himself for a struggle. But he was overmatched; Zanuck was younger, more aggressively ambitious -- and, frankly, he had a better record at the box office. By the end of July 1935 Sheehan had taken a $420,000 buyout and left the company. Sidney Kent stayed on as president, at $180,000 a year, plus $25,000 as president of National Theatres Corp., Fox's distribution affiliate. Just to show who 20th Century Fox's real key figure was, Zanuck was made vice president in charge of production at $260,000 a year, plus ten percent of the gross on the pictures he supervised -- plus enough stock in the company to ensure another $500,000 a year.

The assets Fox brought to the merger consisted mainly of its studio complex and distribution system serving some 500 theaters. In terms of on-screen talent, however, the holdings were far more modest. Foremost among them was Will Rogers, in 1935 probably the most beloved private citizen in America. He made as many as four pictures a year for Fox, and every one was guaranteed money in the bank. A close second was Shirley, also a guaranteed winner. In distant third and fourth were 20-year-old Alice Faye, whose star was fast rising, and Janet Gaynor, her own popularity on the way down. Suddenly, less than three months after the merger, Will Rogers was dead in the wreckage of his friend Wiley Post's plane up at the north end of Alaska -- and Shirley Temple was alone at the top of 20th Century Fox's star pyramid.

By this time Shirley was selling more than just theater tickets. First came dolls, in baby and little-girl sizes, through an agreement with the Ideal Toy Co. The first model duplicated the red polka dot dress she wore in Stand Up and Cheer!; later editions capitalized on her aviator suit from Bright Eyes and the 19th century togs of The Little Colonel. Within a year other products appeared sporting her image or her name: Everything an American girl could possibly wear -- dresses, overcoats, hair ribbons, barrettes, pajamas, hats, berets, pins, anklets, costume jewelry -- or use -- soap, mugs, plates, pitchers, paper dolls, coloring books, playing cards, scrapbooks, pocket mirrors, notepads, toy sewing machines, candy molds. Then there were the product tie-ins: Quaker Puffed Wheat, Wheaties, flowers by Postal Telegraph, Sperry Drifted Snow Flour, and on and on. To say nothing of the flood of unauthorized products in the U.S., England, Spain, Germany, France -- everything from rag dolls and figurines to tiaras, rings and cigar bands. These kept the lawyers at Ideal, Fox and elsewhere busy in a largely fruitless effort to stem the tide of fly-by-night piracy.

Such popularity did have its worrisome side, especially for Shirley's parents; the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby was still news. Their concern would be borne out during a radio broadcast on Christmas Eve 1939, when a woman in the audience, unhinged by grief, pointed a gun at Shirley, determined to kill the body that she believed had stolen the soul of her own dead daughter; the danger passed when the woman was seized and disarmed by two FBI agents who had been alerted to her suspicious presence. But that's getting ahead of my story. For now, in 1935, the studio engaged burly John Griffith to serve as Shirley's chauffeur and bodyguard (Shirley considered him a grown-up playmate). "Watch the kid like a hawk," Zanuck told Griffith. "If anything happens to her, this studio might as well close up."

The Littlest Rebel (released December 19, 1935)

Shirley's first picture to bear the new 20th Century Fox logo (with its now-famous fanfare) had been in the works before the merger, as the cover of this sheet music suggests. The ostensible source was a play by Edward Peple that ran for 55 performances on Broadway in the winter of 1911-12 before embarking on a long and prosperous tour, making a child star of the ill-fated Mary Miles Minter. The play had been filmed before in 1914, a version now presumed lost. (Playwright Peple, like The Little Colonel author Annie Fellows Johnston, did not live to see Shirley's remake, having died of a heart attack in 1924, age 54.)

Surprising as it may sound, Edward Peple's play is still in print. I have a copy on order, but it hadn't arrived by the time this post was ready to go live. When I've had a chance to peruse the script, I'll have a sense of how closely Edwin J. Burke's script followed it, and if necessary I'll post an update here. For the present, all we have is the testimony of Variety's reviewer that there was "no trace of the Edward Peple play in the Burke film version."

But actually, that's a bit of an overstatement. In fact, several of the characters' names survived from stage to screen. Shirley plays Virginia Cary, a six-year-old resident of her namesake state whose birthday party is interrupted by news of the firing on Fort Sumter. Her father (John Boles) soon rides off to war, leaving the plantation in the hands of his wife (Karen Morley), little Virgie, and their loyal slaves, led by butler Uncle Billy (Bill Robinson) and his assistant James Henry (Willie Best). Late in the war, the Union Army sweeps through, and Virgie's defiance earns the amused respect of Yankee Col. Morrison (Jack Holt). When Capt. Cary sneaks home to attend his wife's deathbed and is captured, a sympathetic Morrison tries to help him and Virgie escape through Union lines, but father and daughter are caught and the two men are condemned to the firing squad -- Capt. Cary for spying, Col. Morrison for aiding and abetting the enemy. Virgie and Uncle Billy rush to Washington, hoping to obtain a pardon from President Lincoln. I won't say how this all turns out, but even if I did it would hardly amount to a surprise or a spoiler.

The Littlest Rebel was aimed at duplicating the success of The Little Colonel; in fact, it surpassed it, and was one of Shirley's smoothest pictures. The only thing that really dates it today -- and it dates it terribly -- is the racial attitude I mentioned in my notes on The Little Colonel. That attitude is even more glaring and uncomfortable in The Littlest Rebel because the picture deals directly with the Civil War itself. When Edward Peple wrote his play in 1914, the war was well within human memory; even by the time the movie was made, that generation had not yet passed away (three years later, in 1938, the 75th anniversary of the battle of Gettysburg would occasion a reunion of nearly 1,900 Civil War veterans). The Old South with its genteel planter aristocracy and loyal, happy, contented slaves was an article of faith in the Myth of the Lost Cause, one that died hard and bitterly, and it's on full display in The Littlest Rebel. It's difficult to argue with modern viewers who find it just too hard to take. (Shirley even plays one scene in blackface disguise, though at least we are spared the sorry spectacle of hearing her speak with a "darkie" accent.)

Modern misgivings about The Littlest Rebel tend to focus on Willie Best as James Henry. Comedian Robert Klein once described Best as "the man who single-handedly set back race relations in this country fifty years." That was an exaggeration for comic effect and a disservice to Best. Nevertheless, Klein's joke had a kernel of truth. Willie Best was, essentially, Stepin Fetchit with better diction; like Fetchit (another talented performer, born Lincoln Perry), he adopted a comic persona -- shiftless, slack-jawed, none too bright -- that played into the hands of racists then and now, only too eager to believe it represented African Americans in general. Both men were unable (or not allowed) to give their characters the kind of dignity that Bill Robinson, Hattie McDaniel, Clarence Muse, Eddie "Rochester" Anderson, and a very few others were able to project during those years of artistic apartheid.

So: The Littlest Rebel has Willie Best's James Henry to neutralize (if not nullify) the humanity of Bill Robinson's Uncle Billy -- rather than complement and reinforce it, as Hattie McDaniel's Mom Beck had done in The Little Colonel. Plus a slave population so happy in bondage that they have no interest in emancipation and don't even understand what it is. With all that, it's not surprising that many viewers prefer not to watch the picture today -- much less show it to children who can't place it in its proper historical context.

Still, if you can place it in its context and make the necessary allowances, The Littlest Rebel has its compensations. John Boles and Jack Holt may not quite strike the sparks with Shirley that Lionel Barrymore or Adolphe Menjou did, but they're personable performers who are at ease with her, and vice versa. Shirley's own acting instincts are at their best, and her performance shows (paradoxical as it may sound) a sort of sophisticated simplicity. This scene, for example, is extremely well-played. It's in Uncle Billy's cabin; Col. Morrison is searching for little Virgie's father, who's hidden in a trapdoor in the ceiling. The colonel doggedly questions Virgie, who tries to convince him her father is gone, but she's not accustomed to lying and becomes rattled under his cross-examination.

This scene of Virgie's audience with President

Lincoln is another highlight. Lincoln is played

here by Frank McGlynn Sr., one of Hollywood's

main go-to guys when it came to our 16th president

(McGlynn played the role 11 times between 1924

and 1939). Here Virgie and the president discuss

her father's case while sharing slices off an apple.

McGlynn and Shirley had worked together before;

in Little Miss Marker he played Doc Chesley, the

racetrack vet tending to Marky's "charger" -- the

"Kind Keeper", Marky calls him. (And by the way,

another memorable touch in this scene is the

moment when Lincoln greets Virgie and Uncle

Billy -- memorable for the look of surprise and

pleasure on Uncle Billy's face that the President

of the United States is shaking his hand.)

Chief among The Littlest Rebel's compensations is -- do I really
need to say it? -- Shirley and Bojangles dancing. Like this scene,
with Col. Morrison riding up to Uncle Billy's cabin,where Billy
and Virgie try to act carefree and nonchalant,dancing to "The
Arkansas Traveler" on the harmonica and banjo to keep the colonel
from suspecting that Virgie's father is hiding in the garret overhead.
(UPDATE 8/6/14: Alas,this clip has been removed from YouTube
and the associated account closed. The only other clips of this dance
are of far inferior quality, but I'll keep checking.) (UPDATE #2, 8/21/14:

This clip is colorized and the focus is too fuzzy, but it will suffice to
give a sense of the exuberance of this dance. I'll keep looking for
something better.)

This one, in which Virgie and Uncle Billy become street entertainers in an effort to earn the

money for train tickets to Washington to see President Lincoln, may be Shirley and Bojangles'

best-known number (second, perhaps, to the staircase dance from The Little Colonel). Like the

staircase dance, it's "a capella", so to speak, performed without musical accompaniment except for

the sounds they make themselves. The clip, again, is colorized -- and this may be a good time to discuss

the preponderance of colorized clips among these posts on Shirley. In the 1980s, when colorization

had its brief run, nearly all of Shirley's 1930s pictures were released that way on VHS -- no doubt in

hopes of appealing to young children, who (then as now) did not share their elders' admiration for

black-and-white photography, nor their dislike for computer-coloring. Even today, on DVD, these

movies offer the choice of viewing one way or the other. Anyhow, here are Shirley/Virgie and

Bojangles/Uncle Billy in The Littlest Rebel's boardwalk dance:

Variety's reviewer "Land" pegged The Littlest Rebel exactly, noting its striking similarity to The Little Colonel, yet conceding that it probably "won't dampen the enthusiasm of the Temple worshippers...All bitterness and cruelty has been rigorously cut out and the Civil War emerges as a misunderstanding among kindly gentlemen with eminently happy slaves and a cute little girl who sings and dances through the story...Story is synthetic throughout but smart showmanship instills the illusion of life." In the New York Times, Andre Sennwald agreed: "You may have got the mistaken notion from 'So Red the Rose' [a Civil War melodrama released the month before] that the war between the States was filled with ruin, death, rebellious slaves and horrid Yankee barbarians. 'The Littlest Rebel' corrects that unhappy thought and presents the conflict as a decidely chummy little war...As Uncle Billy, the faithful family butler, Bill Robinson is excellent, and some of the best moments in 'The Littlest Rebel' are those in which he breaks into song and dance with Mistress Temple."

For Shirley's next picture, her first of 1936, it would be back into modern dress, although the story on which it was based had been written even before The Little Colonel:

Captain January (released April 24, 1936)

Captain January seems to have a special place in the hearts of Baby Boomers of a Certain Age, perhaps because it was one of Shirley Temple's first features to go into television syndication in the 1950s. The source material was an 1891 novella by Laura E. Richards. Born Laura Elizabeth Howe in 1850, Mrs. Richards was the daughter of Julia Ward Howe, author of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". A prolific author in her own right, Mrs. Richards wrote over 90 books, including, with her sister Maud Howe Elliott, a biography of their mother that won them a Pulitzer Prize in 1917. Mrs. Richards also wrote the children's nonsense poem "Eletelephony" ("Once there was an elephant,/Who tried to use the telephant --/No! No! I mean an elephone,/Who tried to use the telephone..."). Unlike the authors of The Little Colonel and The Littlest Rebel, she lived long enough to see two movies made from her modest little story, dying in 1943 at 92. Whether she saw either movie, or what she thought of them, is not recorded.

Mrs. Richards's Captain January is a short-and-bittersweet tale of a retired old seafarer, one Januarius Judkins ("Captain January"), who lives alone tending a lighthouse on a small island off the rugged coast of Maine.

One night during a terrible storm he sees a ship founder in the rocky sea around his island. Venturing out in search of possible survivors, he finds only one, an infant girl clutched in her dead mother's arms. He retrieves the child and several corpses, including both the baby's parents. The anonymous dead he gives a decent burial on his island, the orphan girl he takes to shelter in his lighthouse. The next day a trunkfull of clothing belonging to the infant's mother washes up on shore, but it contains no hint of the dead parents' identities beyond some embroidered initials. With no way of knowing the baby's name or family, he raises the girl himself, naming her Star Bright.

Ten years later, a woman on a passing cruise ship catches a glimpse of Star and is convinced she is the daughter of her dead sister, lost at sea with her husband and child while sailing home from Europe ten years earlier. It's soon established beyond doubt that Star is Isabel Maynard, the long lost and presumed dead niece of that cruise ship passenger, Mrs. Morton. At first, Mrs. Morton wishes to take the girl to live with her, with full gratitude to Captain January for rescuing and raising her. But when she sees how it will break the hearts of both Star and the captain, she relents, and lovingly leaves the girl with the only father she's ever known.

Even so, Captain January knows that his days on earth are nearly done, and he arranges with his friend, sailor Bob Peet, to keep an eye on the lighthouse whenever he sails by: If the little blue flag is flying, all is well; if the flag has been struck, it's time for Bob to come and collect Star, and to take her to live with the Mortons, who will welcome her as one of their own -- which in fact she is. Finally, in the spring of the following year, January feels his heart failing, and with his last ounce of strength he hauls down the little flag, then returns to his favorite chair to wait. "For Captain January's last voyage is over, and he is already in the haven where he would be."

Captain January was first filmed as a 1924 silent

with Baby Peggy and Hobart Bosworth as the little

orphan and her lighthouse-keeper foster father. For

reasons known only to scenarists John Grey and

Eve Unsell,  this version features a name switch: the

orphan girl is nicknamed "Catain January" while her

guardian is "Jeremiah Judkins". Otherwise, the silent

version has elements that would survive in Shirley's

remake twelve years later: The busybodies in the

nearby village conspiring to wrest the child from her

guardian "for her own good"; the ingenious ending

that restored the orphan to her family without taking

her from her beloved guardian. (By the way, I am

delighted to report that as of this writing, Baby Peggy

-- now known as Diana Serra Cary -- is still with us,

and if all goes well, will turn 96 next October 26.

Continued long life to her.)

For Captain January's 1936 incarnation, Sam Hellman and Gladys Lehman, who had written Shirley's signature role in Little Miss Marker, were engaged to write the script with Harry Tugend. The first thing the three did was to straighten out the names: Shirley plays Star, the orphan of the storm, while veteran character actor Guy Kibbee played the old lighthouse-keeper (the first time somebody besides Shirley played the title role in one of her pictures; it wouldn't happen again until The Blue Bird in 1940). 

The writers also supplemented the contents of that washed-up trunk of Star's mother's clothes; there is now enough in the trunk to include a photograph of Star's mother, and to establish that she was an opera singer who once played Lucia di Lammermoor. This sets up an amusing scene later where Star, Captain January, and January's friend Captain Nazro (Slim Summerville) sing a burlesque of the famous sextet from Lucia, with the parts reduced to three and Star squeaking that hers is "too high!...Still too high!" The trunk also contains other clues to Star's identity; the fact that January never followed through on them as thoroughly as he might have, and that Nazro later does, becomes a point of conflict in the movie's plot.

The village busybodies from the 1924

movie are here reduced to one, but she's a

formidable battleax: Agatha Morgan (Sara

Haden), the new local truant officer. Like all

busybodies, she delights in overstepping

her bounds; not content with making sure

Star is enrolled in school, she makes it her

personal mission to get the child away from

Cap's "disreputable" custody. When the

lighthouse is slated for automation and it

looks like Cap will be thrown out of a job,

it's clear to everyone that Mrs. Morgan

will be only too eager to pounce. Captain

Nazro, fisherman Paul Roberts (Buddy

Ebsen), and the sympathetic schoolteacher

Mary Marshall (June Lang) take steps they

feel are necessary, and the plot accordingly

thickens.

Years later, director David Butler reminisced about the shooting of this scene, where Captain Nazro brings a live crane as a birthday present for Star. The crane, Butler recalled, clamped its beak onto Shirley's nose and refused to let go, even as Shirley's mother and teacher, the crane's handler, and sundry crew members fluttered around in varying states of agitation. The story, frankly, has the air of an old-timer's tall tale, and sure enough, Shirley makes no mention in Child Star of such a thing happening.

She does, however, remember problems with that obstreperous crane. At their first meeting, the bird did peck in her direction, tumbling her backwards in surprise. "They always go for the eyes," a propman warned. "Keep your distance." (That makes more sense than latching onto the nose.) All efforts to wrangle the crane were met with attacks -- until one of the crew drove flathead nails through the webbing in its feet, anchoring it to the floor. Thus the scene shown here was shot, with the three humans standing well out of reach, then the bird was released, none the worse for the experience. Shirley says Butler swore everybody to secrecy, but word leaked out and late that afternoon a representative from the humane society showed up to investigate. Fortunately for Butler and 20th Century Fox, every time the woman tried to inspect the bird's feet for telltale perforations, she got pecked at for her trouble, and the whole thing blew over.

The musical highlight of Captain January's three songs was Shirley's song-and-dance duet with gangly, stilt-legged Buddy Ebsen to "At the Codfish Ball" by Lew Pollack and Sidney D. Mitchell. As choreographed by Jack Donohue, it was a long and complex routine that ranged over a long stretch of the Fox backlot, made extra-challenging by the almost comical discrepancy between the length of Shirley's stride and Buddy's. "Somehow," she remembered, "he shortened his stride and I learned to fly." The focus is a little soft in this YouTube clip, but the number still comes through:

The other songs were an opening number, "Early Bird" (Also by Pollack and Mitchell), which had Star popping out of bed in the morning and breaking the fourth wall, singing directly to the camera (and hence the audience) as she gets dressed.

Then there was this rather odd little number. The song was "The Right Somebody to Love" by Pollack and Jack Yellen. It was one of those wistful little ballads like "Where Is Love?" from Oliver! -- the kind of song that can be sung child-to-parent, parent-to-child, or sweetheart-to-sweetheart. In this case, Star sings it to Cap, followed by this fantasy sequence where their roles are reversed, and Cap is the baby being tended by nurse Star. It was filmed on a giant-size set designed to make Kibbee look like an infant -- which meant that Shirley, in turn, looked positively Lilliputian.

Both Abel Green in Variety and Frank S. Nugent in the New York Times found Captain January to be "okay film fare" (Green) despite the "moss-covered script" (Nugent). One of the most interesting reviews came from across the Pond, where Graham Greene, writing in the London Spectator, found the picture to be "a little depraved, with an appeal interestingly decadent...Shirley Temple acts and dances with immense vigor and assurance, but some of her popularity seems to rest on a coquetry quite as mature as Miss [Claudette] Colbert's, and on an oddly precocious body, as voluptuous in grey flannel trousers as Miss [Marlene] Dietrich's." Greene would pursue that line of thought in subsequent reviews, and would in time catch the gimlet eye of 20th Century Fox's legal department. But I'll get to that in its turn.

For the record, just in case you've lost track, Shirley was now seven years old; her eighth birthday was the day before Captain January opened in New York. Of course, hardly anybody besides her parents knew that; the rest of the world -- including Shirley herself -- thought she had just turned seven.

Next time: Fox's top two female stars go head-to-head.

To be continued...

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Shirley Temple Revisited, Part 6

Our Little Girl (released June 6, 1935)

I'm not going to spend a lot of time on Shirley's next picture because...Well, if (as I said in Part 3) Now and Forever is a bit of a dud, Our Little Girl is a flat-out stinker. A country doctor (Joel McCrea) gets so wrapped up in his practice and his research that his wife (Rosemary Ames), feeling ignored, seeks comfort first in the company, then in the arms, of their bachelor neighbor (Lyle Talbot). Meanwhile, the doctor's nurse (Erin O'Brien-Moore) nurses an unrequited love for him. Caught in the middle of all this, and neglected by both her parents, is the couple's daughter (Shirley).

Shirley couldn't save this one; nothing could. The script by Steven Avery and Allen Rivkin was an indigestible stew of sugar, soap and corn, and director John Robertson (a veteran whose credits went back to 1916) was utterly defeated by it. On the other hand, even a brilliant script couldn't have survived Robertson's leaden, clomping direction, which made the picture feel much longer than the 64 minutes it actually ran. Perhaps not incidentally, this was Robertson's last movie, as it was for leading lady Rosemary Ames, whose two-year, eight-picture career ended here.

Shirley never made a worse movie, and neither did Joel McCrea. (Lyle Talbot did -- but only because he made three pictures with Ed Wood.)

Variety's reviewer "Odec" predicted (accurately) that "despite [the] story", Shirley's fans would make the picture profitable. At the New York Times, Andre Sennwald was less conciliatory: "As we have learned to expect, 'Pollyanna' and 'The Bobsey Twins' [sic] are classics of gutter realism by comparison with the sentimental syrups which Miss Temple's impresarios arrange for the Baby Duse." Dyspeptic, yes, but Our Little Girl had it coming, and worse. (Mr. Sennwald still spoke fondly of Little Miss Marker, but he was clearly reaching a saturation point, if not with Shirley, at least with her vehicles. As fate would have it, he would review only two more of them -- Curly Top and The Littlest Rebel, with increasing asperity -- before dying in a gas-line explosion in his Manhattan penthouse on January 12, 1936; Sennwald was only 28.)

In Child Star, Shirley said of Our Little Girl, "I forgot it as soon as possible." As well she might, but it wasn't because of the picture itself; it was due to things that happened during shooting.

First: Shirley was going through the normal tooth losses of any kid her age, but shooting couldn't be held up while they grew back, so she wore temporaries for the camera. One day on Our Little Girl's rural location, she sneezed two of hers out into a grassy meadow. The whole crew searched long through the grass, but to no avail, and the company had to wrap for the day while new ones were crafted for the little star. Shirley had conceived a girlish crush on Joel McCrea, and seeing his annoyance at the delay, she was accordingly chagrinned.

But worse was to come; the very next day, Shirley's chagrin turned to mortification. Standing with McCrea by a stream while lighting gaffers fiddled endlessly with their lights and reflectors, and with the long silence broken only by the trickle of the nearby brook, Shirley -- there's no gentle way to say it -- wet her pants. Understandably, she immediately burst into tears. Mother Gertrude gently led her sobbing daughter to their trailer, where socks and undies were replaced, then Mother bucked up Shirley's courage for the unavoidable return to the set. "Finally I mustered enough confidence to open the door," Shirley wrote, "but only by convincing myself the whole thing had never happened." She considered that moment her "Oscar performance".

Poor Shirley. Even fifty-plus years on, writing in Child Star, her humiliation is still palpable. No wonder she forgot Our Little Girl without delay. We should too.

Curly Top (released August 1, 1935)

Now this was more like it. Curly Top may not be Shirley's best movie, exactly -- there are several pictures ahead of it in that queue -- but it just might be her most typical. And as a showcase for the full range of her talent it has few equals. The late film encyclopedist Leslie Halliwell cited it as an example of Shirley at her personal best, when he placed her in his fanciful Halliwell's Hall of Fame ("for captivating the mass world audience and enabling it to forget the depression").

Shirley plays Elizabeth "Curly" Blair, an orphan who charms Edward Morgan (John Boles), one of the rich trustees of the orphanage where she lives; Morgan legally adopts Curly while pretending to be acting on behalf of one "Hiram Jones."

The story was a liberal reworking of Jean Webster's 1912 novel Daddy Long Legs, which told of Judy Abbott, an orphan who, when she grows too old to stay at her orphanage, is sponsored through college by a benefactor who insists on remaining anonymous. By story's end Judy learns that the mysterious "John Smith" is wealthy Jervis Pendleton, whom she knew (and had a girl's crush on) from his visits to the orphanage. Now full-grown (and college educated), Judy marries him. Webster's novel had already been filmed in 1919 with Mary Pickford and in 1931 with Janet Gaynor (and would be again in 1955, as a musical starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron). Since Fox had produced the 1931 version and still owned the screen rights to the story, they were at liberty to refashion it to fit Shirley.

Needless to say, if the boys at Fox couldn't wait for Shirley's adult teeth to grow in, they certainly couldn't sit around while she reached an age to marry John Boles, so Patterson McNutt and Arthur Beckhard's script supplied Curly with an older sister Mary (Rochelle Hudson) to be adopted with her and to discharge the romantic duties with the handsome Boles. Hudson and Boles even held up their end with the songs: Hudson, a neophyte singer, did quite well with "The Simple Things in Life" (by Edward Heyman and Ray Henderson), while Boles returned to his musical comedy roots with "It's All So New to Me" (also by Heyman and Henderson) and the picture's title song (Henderson and Ted Koehler).

But like the story, the supporting players (Boles; Hudson; Jane Darwell and Rafaela Ottiano as matrons at the orphanage; Esther Dale as Boles's aunt; Billy Gilbert and Arthur Treacher as his cook and butler) were all beside the point. Shirley was just about the whole show. She is even the focus of both Boles's songs. After singing "It's All So New to Me", while the orchestra wafts on in the background, he strolls around his palatial drawing room, where he fancies Shirley beaming down at him from the paintings on the walls...

...Then there's the title tune, "Curly Top".

First Morgan sings it to and about Curly,

then for the second chorus she does a

tapdance on top of his piano (he's rich,

he can afford it).

Curly Top also has what became, for

Shirley, a signature song second only

to "On the Good Ship Lollipop":

"Animal Crackers in My Soup" (by

Ted Koehler and Irving Caesar). The

song is a real charmer, but I'm not

posting a YouTube clip of it for the

same reason I didn't for "Lollipop":

surely just about everybody knows it.

But they may not know this one (once again, colorized). It comes later in the picture, when Curly, who hasn't forgotten her and Mary's friends back at the orphanage, persuades Morgan to stage a charity show to benefit her former home. In it, she performs "When I Grow Up" (Heyman, Henderson), in which she sings of what her life to come will be like. Shirley's mishap by the brook on the set of Our Little Girl reminds us -- as it no doubt did her co-workers -- that this showbiz phenomenon was really just a little girl after all. Conversely, "When I Grow Up" reminds us that this little girl was a genuine, honest-to-God phenomenon. I mean, how many kindergarteners would you ask to imagine themselves at 16, 21 and 75? Well, they asked it of Shirley, and she delivered a virtual one-girl production number:

Variety's Abel Green pegged Curly Top as "cinch b.o. for almost any house", and, as usual, he was absolutely right. And even the Times's Andre Sennwald found the picture (at least while Shirley was on) "completely bearable": "Her remarkable sense of timing has never been revealed more plainly than in the song and dance scenes in her new film, and she plays her straightforward dramatic scenes with the assurance and precision of a veteran actress. With all this, she has lost none of her native freshness and charm."

Curly Top was Shirley's last picture for Fox Film Corp., and her last with Winfield Sheehan, who had piloted her career since Stand Up and Cheer! As chief of production in the wake of William Fox's personal and professional nosedive in 1929-30, Sheehan had managed to stave off the studio's total financial collapse (largely through hanging on to Will Rogers and locking Shirley into a long-term contract), but the waters were still rocky. Even before Curly Top went into production, there were rumors of negotiations with the upstart Twentieth Century Pictures, a thriving new kid in town, but one in need of a studio complex and distribution system -- one like Fox's, for example. On May 29, 1935, a merger was announced; the new studio would be called 20th Century Fox. Less than two months later, Winfield Sheehan was out as head of production, replaced by the man who had spearheaded Twentieth Century to a success that entitled it to be senior partner in its merger with the more venerable Fox. The man, moreover, who would be in charge of Shirley's career for the rest of the 1930s: Darryl F. Zanuck.

To be continued...

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