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She Loves Him, She Loves Him Not
The subject, naturally, had got around to Sonja's romances. Ever since her silver skates cut their first sensational figure across the attention of Hollywood she has been reported married, engaged, romancing and not romancing with one man alter the other. Mostly with Tyrone Power, of course.
But it's always been somebody else doing the reporting, not Sonja. And it seemed about time that she talk for herself, once and for all give out the inside story about the state of her heart.
"You know," she said, wrinkling her brow, "I don't think you Americans understand the Continental attitude between men and women. Over here all is love. Over there a girl can have boy friends, she can go out with one man night after night just for companionship, without even thinking of love. That is the way I have been raised. That is what I like to do.
"And that," she added with emphasis, "is what I am doing!"
The blond Sonja is making up for lost time these days. And that's one reason she's not in love with Tyrone Power or any one else. Until she turned professional two years ago she'd lived all her life under the strict regimen of an athlete. Instead of staying out late at parties with boys, she went to bed early and dated ice skates night and day.
"All that was necessary to be a good skater. I was happy for a long time that way. But now "
Now she can surge out in fluffy white chiffon and dance until dawn, and even sport occasional circles under her eyes, if she wants to — just like any other girl can do at sixteen. Only she had to wait until she was twenty-two to begin having fun, so she's busy having a lot of it.
Hollywood, characteristically, has never stopped to realize that it has given Sonja Henie absolutely nothing that she didn't have before except a picture career. A champion since she was twelve, she has always had fame. Youngest in a family of fur merchants, she has always had wealth. Pretty and charming and widely traveled, she has always had clusters of men about her.
Take her European vacation, for instance. True, there came cables, phone calls, and letters from Tyrone. (Continued on page 78)
Sonja Henie says the gossip columnists make things up about Tyrone and herself. Of all things!
They'd showered her with cheers and applause, with greetings of flowers and gifts and letters, even with airplanes writing velkome in the skv. During the weeks she spent resting at her family's seashore place I more sun. more swimming) the) had come in droves ever) da) l>\ car, carriage and Tool. Oh, they'd been gladder to sec 'her than she'd ever dreamed they'd be!
"They walked right into our house," she explained proudly, "until we had to — mother and m\ brother Lief and 1 lock all the doors. Bui one thing the) did not do in in\ countr) even when I went dancing with the same young man three, five, six times in a row the) would not write in the papers thai 1 was engaged to him oi iii love. I'he\ would not make up what iridiculous.""