Works in the Herald 1937
See them in the city street,
The Talkietypes of Town;
Facsimiles from head to feet,
In face and form and gown.
Each, of some favoured shadow queen,
And almost quite as good —
The pensive, bold, demure, serene —
Their dreams are with the silver screen,
Their hearts in Hollywood.
The Talkietypes are modern quite,
And each one knows her type;
Each little nose is marble white,
Their lips are luscious ripe.
Each knows just how she should behave —
Smile, pose, expression, eyes —
Glamorous, roguish, vampish, grave.
Their feet are on the city pave,
Their hearts are in the skies.
In offices they toil away,
In factories, in shops;
But with the close of toilful day
The mundane curtain drops.
They powder noses then, and leave
To loose the shining bars
Into the land of make-believe
Their minds with shadows laugh or grieve,
Their hearts are with the Stars.
Now Claudette Colbert takes the tram
That bears her home to Mum,
And down the street on languid feet
A brace of Garbos come.
Loretta Youngs with Myrna Loy
On station platforms stand,
While Sylvia Sidneys, gravely coy,
Forsake their workaday employ
For dreams in Fairyland.
The little Talkietypes are out
About the city ways,
They have not much to think about
The scornful highbrow says.
But these are out of touch, perchance.
They do not understand
The pert, sophisticated glance
From eyes that glimpse unguessed romance
For hearts in Shadowland.
The Talkietypes, the Talkietypes,
Go tripping thro' the town
To cheap romance; prudes look askance
And serious elders frown.
But all too soon dreams must make way
For wifely cares. Let them be gay
And seek, illusion while they may
In modern Arcady.
Herald, 31 July 1937
The Courier-Mail, 21 August 1937, p22