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By CONNIE CURTIS
■ When Conrad Veidt takes a movie heroine in his arms, every woman in the audience knows that he is just as likely to choke her as kiss her. Yet there's probably not a woman in the audience who wouldn't gladly change places with the imperiled heroine.
The reason for that is a mystery that has bothered many a Hollywood male. According to all the glamour boy standards, there's no reason why Veidt should have such a tremendous appeal for women. By those standards, he's neither young nor very handsome. Still, the fact remains that he's a "menace" in more ways than one.
I thought it might be this very "dangerous" quality, this power he has to cause shivers to run up and down the feminine spine, that is the secret of his fascination. But I changed my mind after I interviewed him in his Beverly Hills home, where he lives with his wife and fourteen-year-old English refugee boy.
Conrad Veidt in person is a courteous, gallant gentleman, and the secret of his charm for women is that they can't be with him for more than ten minutes without feeling cherished and important. He loves women, and they sense that in him, no matter how mean he is being on the screen. They know that if he does choke the heroine, it will be done so tenderly and with such infinite regret, that they forgive him everything.
He is a romantic about women; he is
sympathetic and understanding. According to him. no woman has a fault. Anything they do is all right with him. A male skeptic once asked him, "Don't you even mind waiting for women when they're late, and the reason is nothing more important than, say, a date with the hairdresser?"
And Veidt answered, "I don't mind waiting at all. Because I know that if women spend two hours in a beauty parlor, they aren't keeping their men waiting because they're having fun. I know they're prettying up for the men's sake. So I'm flattered, not angry."
No wonder women find him irresistible.
There's none of this "you insist on being man's equal, so now you can light your own cigarette" attitude about him, either. The fact that the modern woman is capable of being independent if she has to, of helping her husband or supporting her parents, makes her even more important in Veidt's eyes. So he likes to do little things for her, to be chivalrous and thus prove his esteem and respect. No wonder women adore him!
What a bedside manner he would have had, if he'd gone through with his early ambition. When he was sixteen, he wanted to be a doctor. But that resolve faded the day he was selected to read the prologue to a school Christmas play. "Applause is dope for an actor," he confessed, "and I became an addict that day. I decided then
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