We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
The studios have consistently built up Miss Borden in the minds of the public as an exotic, passionate creature whose every thought is to attract men — as a girl to whom fine love means very little.
famous for. Love that begins with a hot flame and burning breath and soon flickers out. I'm afraid of love on a rampage. Love without reason. Love without respect. Because I place love and respect on the same plane. One without the other is impossible. Hollywood does things too rapidly. Love and marriage are taken as lightly and as hurriedly as a dream. A dream from which one must awaken sooner or later — and I don't want to awaken from my marriage to find that it has been a mere swift dream of passion and speed. You see, Hollywood doesn't always base her marriages on respect — most generally it is nothing more substantial than mere infatuation."
^LIVE BORDEN is afraid of mad love because she is capable of it. She is fiery, brunette type. The girl with flashing, black
sweet and understanding. Their aim is to grow old together and when the beauty of the body has passed, a hundred travails of the heart they have weathered together will bind them more closely.
"Southern men still make love to their sweethearts romantically. They build dreams. Perhaps to the modern, this smacks of the Laura Jean Libby love story, but I hope I never become so sophisticated that tne sweet things of rofnance do not appeal to me — all the little things that are such big things. Flowers that remember little secret anniversaries; notes that bring a message only to be deciphered by the reader. These things grow with the years into sweet memories, and they are important to me. I think they are important to all women — in their hearts, no matter how much they may scoff at gallantry.
^ND romantic love, to me, includes jealousy. I don't believe I could help but be extremely jealous of the wonderful man I have pictured as my husband. This, I am convinced, comes from the fact that I am seeking protection in love. And since the want for protection naturally implies the need for it, I shall fight to keep my loved one forever my own. It is the age-old law of nature: self-preservation. Self preservation to a romantic girl means jealousy. Not the nagging sort, but the terrible struggle within one's self to hold •what is dear to one.
"When I say that I am afraid of love, I don't mean real love — I (Vr^ A lad love. The kind of love that Hollywood is
19