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Arriving in New York on Queen Elizabeth after three months of honeymoon.
Interviewed while in Italy, Elizabeth Taylor describes eventful life as Mrs. Hilton
By May Mann Baer
ROME: All roads lead to Rome— thus it was that the world's most celebrated honeymooners arrived to spend two days inspecting the ancient splendors of the Colosseum, where the Christians were fed to the lions; to see Nero's Circus Maximus; Michaelangelo's Dome atop St. Peter's; to stand on the banks of the Tiber, yellow in the moonlight, where Mark Antony, centuries ago, dreamed of returning to Cleopatra and her Nile.
Of course, I am speaking of Elizabeth Taylor and Nicky Hilton, who registered at the Excelsior Hotel on Via Veneto,
Rome's Fifth Avenue, as plain Mr. & Mrs. N. Hilton. In the interim, the newspapers from London and Paris reported the Hiltons playing a veritable game of "catch me if you can" with European photographers and press, determined to get a story from the famous newlyweds. The young Hiltons preferred to be alone and be left alone. But since I was the only Hollywood columnist in Europe last Summer, I thought they'd make an exception of someone from home and telephoned asking them to share an hour of their honeymoon with the readers of SCREENLAND.
Getting any one certain person on the telephone in Rome, unless you speak or at least have a nodding acquaintance with Italian, is a positive miracle. In fact, after asking for the Hiltons, ten voices later I wound up talking to Nicky.
"Liz is out shopping," he said. "You know how it is with a woman, she wants to get things for our apartment." Then he enlightened, "Well be here tonight and leave tomorrow for Venice. We flew down last night. We won't be here long. We just want to see Rome. This is Liz's first time here, and we want to get back to the Lido, where it is quiet. If you call back at six, Liz will be here."
Twenty photographers had been alerted for two months that any day Liz Taylor and her bridegroom would come to town. So when Liz walked out of the hotel early that AM, to do some quiet shopping, she found the twenty photographers with flash bulbs waiting. They dashed after her with some of the more enterprising climbing right into her car, and insisting on going along for the ride. Liz didn't know it, but Italian photogs hand the chauffeur a tip in advance which causes him to act deaf, dumb and all but blind, of their presence.
At six o'clock I had Liz on the telephone. Marriage hasn't changed the unpretentious little girl quality, nor the certain shyness that marks Elizabeth Taylor's demeanor and voice. One would never suspect from talking to her that she was a fabulous movie queen who had just married one of America's most handsome young men, and who will one day inherit eleven million dollars.
"Oh, May, we're having such a won
Liz and Nick at airport in Rome on way to Venice. They'd been to Paris, Monte Carlo.
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