Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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Three things led Pat Neal to stardom — the looks of a goddess, the talent to go with them, and the nerve to make her own rules. BY LOUIS POLLOCK eautiful rebel ■ Patricia Neal, who was born in the South to be a small-town belle, and Avas reborn in the North to be a star, is a kind of rebel — the tall, beautiful kind. Her talent belongs to her studio, but everything else belongs to herself. A newcomer to pictures, an activity in which a girl is expected to throw herself into going places, meeting people, and soaking up a whole new curriculum of social and personal accomplishments. Patricia is happily doing nothing of the sort. She swims little, plays tennis less and rides barely — 'Barely ever, that is, I mean, honey,"" she says, in her musical Dixie drawl. As for sketching, painting, archery, soap-carving, or staggering around a dusty ballet floor on buckled-up toes — well, just the thought of it is too wearyin". thank you all. And this goes also for most of Hollywood's standard leisure-time activities. Patricia has proven to be one of the staunchest non-joiners in the him colony's history. Not yet has she roasted as much as one weekend weenie with the Oh, So Young Set, worn a cellophane-grass skirt to any of the very chic parties thrown by the Smart Set, gotten pale from brain fag at a scotch-and-water seminar of the Intellectual Set, or even, despite her Broadway background, taken the usual blood-oath to sneer at the movies in general with members of the Theatrical Set. •'Then what do you do?" appealed a group of reporters who were interviewing her en masse one day and finding it puzzling to fill in her personal story with all the activities she wasn't active at. "With your evenings, we mean. And your weekends." "Oh. I do right well." she assured them. "I let the evenings fall and the weekends just happen." "And boys?" they asked pointedly. "I'm going to let that happen {Continued on page 72) Pat Neal and her mother like to +alk over the old Knoxville, Tennessee, days as they do the dishes together. Pat at The Fountainhead premiere with Kirlt Douglas. Tall dates are a preference with Pat, who's five-feet-eight. if