Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1939)

PO.RTR A i E R R O L FLY N N BY JOSEPH HENRY STEELE HE probably holds the Hollywood matrimonial record for being separated and reunited. He would have made a magnificent roustabout had he not been born good-looking. He has no particular ambitions beyond a lust for life. His full name is Sean Errol Flynn. He was born in a stone farmhouse at Antrim, Ireland, and he is very fond of highly seasoned food. He was nineteen years old when he aided in the delivery of babies in New Guinea. He enjoys eating any variety of sea food. He is a grim realist, and he has never had a tooth extracted. He does not like flowers in his bedroom. He is a congenital loafer, he rebels against routine, and he never touches hard liquor. He was impelled to visit war-torn Spain over a year ago by an overwhelming desire to know the truth at firsthand. He came back with a violent loathing for Fascism. He likes to drink beer but does not do so because of an aversion to large stomachs. His knowledge of the graphic arts is almost zero, and he prefers tea to coffee. He has a happy-go-lucky attitude towards the future, and he never wears a hat. He never plans ahead. He never gets seasick. His viewpoints are marked by skepticism, and his body is straight and slim. He alternates with pipe, cigars, cigarettes. He believes the World War and its aftermath brought out a greater social consciousness in the world. He does not like night clubs, and never collects souvenirs. He plays golf very badly. He is a fatalist. He dislikes hunting for sport chiefly because at one time he had to live by it. He was terrified of girls when he was a boy. He prefers belts to suspenders, he is a heavy sleeper, and he likes to eat in places where there is music and dancing. His hair is brown, and he thinks life has been more than good to him. He is ranked second only to Frank Shields by Hollywood's tennis addicts. (Continued on page 85) h 38