Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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Maggie met Henry Fonda By 1933 they were both big in 1928, wed him in 1930. Hollywood stars, but divorced. Mir J She next married and di At the peak of her fame, voreed William Wyler. she deserted Hollywood. f She married Leland Hay Voice of the Turtle was her big ward, had three children, hit. But she said, "I'm cheating." After Hayward, Maggie She told Wagg "this new married Kenneth Wagg. show might kill me." Margaret Sullavan continued in white pajamas, lay a script, and a copy of The Adventures of Mark Twain. Nearby, there were several half-empty bottles of pills. There was no note, no indication that she had sought death, rather than sleep. She had never appeared suicidal, but for a long time now, she had been very tired. At fifty, she still had fire, temperament, charm, wit, looks — qualities for which she was famous— but something had broken in her. Some zest was gone, some courage, lost with her youth and early dreams. "Nervous exhaustion" they called what ailed her, and once before it had put her into a hospital for therapy. That time she had battled her way out of the dark, this time she seemed to have embraced it, drifting silently into its peace, its nothingness. The official verdict was "barbiturate poisoning." Suicide? Accident? There is no final answer. There is only the blunt fact that a talented woman died because she could no longer cope with the problems of her world. What were those problems? Certainly not money. Only the week before, she had been joking {Continued on page 72)