Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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(Above) With Leslie Howard in "Never the Twain Shall Meet." Conchita worked under a terrible strain when she was making this picture. And she was convinced that her acting in this film was "ver-ry ba-ad." (Right) Conchita as she is today! "Slim, slight, jetty haired, and queen of all she commands." But that despairing sense of failure still pops up. To Conchita, her own best efforts are never quite good enough. ♦ ♦ ♦ They say that a true artist is never pleased with his own work And that's how Conchita feels since they selected her for one of their three Debutante Stars of Tomorrow, which is an honor indeed. I REMEMBER Conchita sitting talking to me in her apartment, which overlooks the Wilshire golf course, fully convinced that her motion picture career was at an end, that as an actress she was a total failure. She was sure that on the screen she moved like an animated doll, that her figure was too wide, her face too broad, her accents too impossible. She and her sister, Gusta, were ready to pack their wardrobe trunks and hurry back to Madrid. Like as not the trunks were halfway packed, so decided was Conchita that her first appearance in an American film was a failure. She was quite sincere in her attitude, too. At the studio, the story was different. Officials and directors were talking of the excellent trouping of the little Madrilena. Fellow actors — compliment indeed — were talking of the delicacy and grace with which she handled love scenes that might have been brazen in another's hands. They were saying other pleasant things about her appearance in "Never the Twain Shall Meet." At home Conchita, in a jade green sports dress, sat on the edge of the henna upholstered chair and talked rapidly of her blasted career. "Oh, I am ter-reeble! Don' tell me otherwise. Those costume, so full > from the bosom: — " small, excitable hands swept down from hers, (Continued on page 114) 79