Bob may be suffering a hangover in this still, but he looks pretty much like how I feel with the cold/flu I am currently experiencing. I go through this most every fall, it lasts on average about two weeks. I'm halfway through it. I shall survive, but a Thursday post is unlikely. Shall be back next week ... hopefully!
And a younger Bob in 1934's Fugitive Lovers. The shot is from the beginning of the movie with scruffy prisoner Paul Porter going over the wall with the aid of the handy prison blanket. At 30 years of age Bob is in the beautiful, transitioning to handsome stage. 
In 1934 his beard status is considered scruffy. These days it's just a common style. Love the shadow of his face on the wall. Bob times Two!
*** Yes, I was late for my Tuesday post. My apologies. These days I'm happy to remember I have a blog!
36 years old and ever so handsome ... and then WWII takes its toll. Ah, but it was his choice. Besides, beauty just isn't skin deep, etc., etc., etc. Well perhaps it is skin deep in Hollywood.
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