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Motion Picture, March 1932

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Pictures and Picturegoer, June 1924

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Pictures and Picturegoer, June 1924

Dogs of War! (1923, Robert F. McGowan)

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Motion Picture Classic, Feb 1924, p.66

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"Just Friends" Tommy Bond version (Mush and Milk) / "Just Friends" Ben Selvin version

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Myrtle Gebhart, "They Get Paid for Playing!" Picture-Play, Sep 1923, p.52

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Mary Winship, "Our Gang," March 1924, p.40

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Photoplay, July 1925, p.56

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"Here comes the handsome prince on the magic carpet! Aladdin, my prince!"

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Time Out for Lessons (1939)

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Allen Hoskins (1920-1980) and Our Gang director Robert F. McGowan (1882-1955)

3rd photo: Motion Picture Magazine, April 1924, p.62 ˖◛⁺˖

Helen McGowan, Mr. and Mrs. Robert F. McGowan and Roberta McGowan.

Motion Picture Magazine, June 1926, p.52 ˖◛⁺˖

Robert F. McGowan in Our Gang reunion in 1953 / his second daughter Helen Geraldine McGowan (1916-2007)

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Her First Beau (1941, Theodore Reed) is a coming-of-age story about two teenagers whose dreams are not understood by their parents, which is as big a part of the movie as the love story of the leading girl. Penny (Jane Withers) is a fifteen-year-old girl who falls for her 5 years older uncle's college friend, but it takes her a long time to realize that he's a terrible man. The ending of the film builds up the expectation that Penny will become romantically involved with her old friend Chuck (Jackie Cooper).

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One of the screen's most unique heroes recently made his first visit to New York. Speak-easies held no interest for him. He was never to be found in the Ritz Grill, the Lambs club, or at a night club, and he positively refused to take any interest in his public. His art is innate with him, and he makes no bones—and bones are his birthright—about it. No amount of coaxing could induce him to keep his shoes polished, his nails clean, or his face washed. "Smudges on mah face don't show," he has been known to inform the management, of whom he is the despair.

Even though he is an actor, and a good one, he has never been known to complain about anything, not even the hotel accommodations, but he was noticeably insistent on one point. He went to bed regularly at ten, said his prayers, and studied diligently daily on the hotel roof, with one proviso. He was to be taken to the Statue of Liberty, and allowed to climb up into the torch.

No seasoned veteran of the stage or screen ever demanded the star dressing room with more insistence than young Farina reminded the management, between personal appearances at the Capital Theater, that his purpose in coming to New York, and remaining on his good behavior, was a leisurely and thorough journey through the Statue of Liberty. Of Course, "Our Gang" went with him. And the lady was most gracious. In fact, all New York was gracious to this juvenile gang of playboys. Newspaper offices came to a standstill while tiny fingers thumped out one—syllable messages to the columnists, a hotel roof was transformed into a schoolroom, a motor bus was ever at disposal for a trip to the zoo, the aquarium, or toyland.

With all the adulation that has been showered upon his ebony person, Farina is totally unlike the professional child. He has no mannerisms, no self-assurance, no-consciousness. He's an untamed, little black boy, with the kind characteristic. He's very much averse to showing his pigtail, and terribly worried about the mistaken idea that he is a girl. His interview was pointedly brief.

"You know those fights we have. I never really hurt anybody when I hits 'em. I's just foolin'—make-believe, you know." And then he turned to inquire where was the best place in town to buy a baseball bat, and no amount of irrelevant questioning could swerve him from his quest.

-Aileen St. John-Brenon, "Manhattan Medley: Impressions, News and Gossip of the Stars Who Visit New York for Work or Pleasure," Picture-Play Magazine, November 1928, pp. 46~47